Day 4: Thursday’s challenge was more dangerous. “The local market,” Rohan stated, placing a dirty yellow camisole in her hand. “Flash vendors, fuck one in the alley.” Sonia’s heart raced—the market was filled, recognizable faces everywhere.She walked among the stalls, milk oozing, her clit exposed as she leaned over fruits. A large vendor trailed behind her to an alley, fucking her against a wall, his semen dripping down her legs. She flashed a shopkeeper, letting him grope her breasts, milk squirting onto his hands, before slipping away, the thrill of near-discovery electric.
Day 5: By Friday, Sonia was exhausted, her body a canvas of stains. Rohan pulled her close. “You’ve been incredible,” he said, his fingers gentle on her clit. “Tonight, milk the kids like your mother said.” Sonia’s breath caught at the perverted thought.That night, she had Arjun and Nia sit on the couch, lifting her camisole. “Mommy’s got too much milk,” she told them. They nursed, their tiny mouths sucking milk off her breasts, her pussy aching at the forbidden act. Rohan observed, his cock erect, the spectacle stoking their depravity.
Day 6: Saturday, Rohan had a private party at home, Sonia wearing a sheer white camisole. Club and neighborhood men hung around her, fingering her breasts, teasing her clit, fucking her non-stop. Cum and milk covered her, the camisole ripped as Rohan joined, fucking her together with the others, then sucking her clean before taking her to bed for a soft reclaiming.
Day 7: The last day, Rohan selected the mall. “Wear the light grey camisole,” he instructed. “Flash shoppers, fuck one in the parking lot.” Sonia shopped stores, flashing teens who groped her dripping breasts, sucking off a security guard in an alley, and fucking a stranger in their car, his cum splattering on her clit while Rohan observed.
They drove home, Sonia’s body leaking the week’s transgressions.
Rohan washed her one final time, their sickening love stronger than it ever had been.
In the late afternoon, Sonia and Rohan headed to Sonia’s parents’ residence, a warm bungalow set in a residential area. Sonia wore deliberately provocative clothes: a sarong knotted low around her hips, falling from waist to mid-thigh, and her dark, wavy hair falling over her shoulders to conceal her 34DD breasts, leaving her top half practically bare. Her leaking nipples, which were faintly discernible through her hair, and her shaved pubic hair, sculpted into an arrow leading to her engorged clit, were revealed below the hem of the sarong. Sonia emerged when they arrived, the warm air caressing her skin, her heart pounding with the fear of exposure. Rohan came out next, smiling, relishing the view. The door opened and Arjun and Nia came out running, screaming with excitement, embracing Sonia’s legs. She leaned down, her hair falling, almost showing her breasts, and pushed it back quickly. She was joined by her mother, Mrs. Sharma, who raised an eyebrow at Sonia’s dress but said nothing, and her father, Mr. Sharma, who glanced in passing and looked away, coughed. This response is in line with past experiences when the parents had been partially aware but understanding, considering Sonia’s past experience with exposing clothing. Following some light conversation regarding the week, Mrs. Sharma offered to have them stay for dinner and overnight, considering it was late. Rohan and Sonia concurred, and more escalation was to follow.