Back at the hotel that evening, Sonia found two bellboys, mid-20s, in the hallway. Rohan was nearby, hiding behind a vending machine, his eyes burning. She led the bellboys to a service stairwell, the camisole barely covering her, cum still dripping from her face and pussy from the temple. “Help me with my bags?” she teased, hiking the camisole to expose her pussy, her clit swollen and glistening. The first bellboy pinned her against the wall, his cock thrusting into her pussy, her moans echoing as her breasts spilled out, nipples grazing his chest. The second waited, stroking himself, as Rohan stepped closer, whispering, “Do it.”
Sonia nodded, guiding the second bellboy’s cock to her ass, her pussy still filled by the first. Rohan held her hips, steadying her, his fingers brushing her clit as the bellboys fucked her in unison, her body trembling with the intensity of double penetration. Her breasts bounced, fully exposed, her moans loud as she came, her pussy and ass clenching around them. They pulled out, cumming on her face and clit, thick ropes dripping down her cheeks and pussy, the arrow of hair coated. Rohan’s eyes gleamed, his arousal peaking as he watched.
She walked back to their room, cum dripping from her face and pussy, the camisole stained and clinging, her clit visible to hotel guests who stared, shocked. In the room, with the kids asleep, Rohan licked her clean, his tongue savoring the cum of five men, swirling over her clit, licking her face, her breasts, her arrow of hair. He fucked her then, her pussy wet and used, her moans muffled, the bed creaking as they moved, her orgasm crashing through her.
Day 3: The Market and the Beach
Wednesday, was the final day, and Sonia’s camisole was a mess—stained with cum, sweat, and sand, the sheer fabric practically transparent, her 34DD breasts bouncing, nipples hard, her clit glistening with every step. Rohan’s dare was final: “Five guys. Make it public. No cleanup.” They visited a local market, the kids playing near a fountain, giggling at Sonia’s attire. “Mom’s showing off,” Arjun said, unfazed, as Nia waved.
Sonia spotted two vendors, late 20s, at a spice stall, their eyes locked on her camisole, the cum from yesterday still crusted on her face and clit. She leaned over, asking about prices, the camisole riding up to flash her pussy, her clit swollen and visible. She led them to an alley behind the stalls, Rohan watching from a nearby bench. She hiked the camisole, her breasts spilling out, and straddled the first vendor, his cock sliding into her pussy, her clit rubbing against him as she rode him, her moans soft but reckless. He came on her face, thick streaks dripping down her cheeks. The second fucked her against a wall, his cum coating her clit, mixing with the previous loads.
At the beach later, Sonia found three surfers, early 20s, near a shack. The kids built sandcastles nearby, giggling, as Sonia approached, the camisole barely covering her, cum dripping from her face and pussy. She led the surfers to a dune, Rohan watching from the car. She stripped the camisole to her waist, her breasts fully exposed, and took the first surfer’s cock in her pussy, her clit grinding against him, her moans loud in the open air. The second fucked her mouth, cumming on her face, while the third took her from behind, his cum dripping onto her clit, coating her arrow of hair.