**Author’s note: this story plays a lot with the idea of consent and I just wanted to say that this does not indicate my true feelings about consent and anything that feels like anti-consent language is just meant as a fictional sort of roleplay. Consent is important, no means no and yes means yes. Moving on!**
Lola felt like she was just starting life, which is a strange thing to do at forty. She had lived her life up until that point with so many of the usuals—depression, anxiety, what have you—but the biggest issue was a total lack of self confidence. As a child, she began stressing about herself and her body and never quite stopped. By the time she was in her twenties, she didn’t like herself at all anymore. It may be necessary to point out that she was not ugly—she had never been ugly—but self-hatred is a strange thing. As a result, she refused to hear compliments and only felt insults. She wasn’t a virgin, not at that age, but she also missed out on so much. Her few sexual experiences had run the gamut from depressing to humiliating. When you hate yourself, you assume everyone else does too, so she only ever took up with people she thought were desperate enough to fuck her. This led to situations like fucking hideous people or spending time with assholes or, in one case, getting fucked in the middle of a party blindfolded, unsure of who had fucked her, believing that that is all she deserved.
At some point, someone told her to exercise, that it would make her feel better. Well, she seemed to be in a good spot, because she decided to actually take it up and truth be told, it worked. The change wasn’t physical, as much as it was mental and emotional. Lola lost a bit of weight, sure, toned her body a bit, but the true hero was the endorphins, rushing through her body, making her feel good about herself for the first time…possibly ever.
This also led to a fun new habit for her. Lola was never fond of showing off her body. Even when she went to the beach, she would always wear a T-shirt over her bathing suit, but now she felt good about her body and was going to make up for lost time. She wasn’t going to do anything too extreme: every evening, she would get dressed in something a little sexy and sit on her porch to have her daily smoke. Her neighbourhood wasn’t exactly crowded, but she would see a handful of people in those few minutes and every once in a while, one of them would stare and it made her day. She originally felt a bit guilty about it early on—it definitely wasn’t a feminist impulse—but she also felt like her body craved it, the realization that she was desirable. It started simple enough, with a low cut top and tight jeans, but she revealed more and more as time went by, the bottoms becoming shorter and the tops becoming smaller.
On this day, she felt particularly brave, breaking out an outfit she had picked for this exact occasion. She had found it at the mall a week ago, something that she would have never dared to wear before, an audacious bikini that wasn’t too obvious about its audacity. This wasn’t one of those bikinis that only covers the nipples or anything, but it also made a point of showing off what was beneath it. She could have gone with something gaudy like a leopard skin pattern, but she decided to go with classic black instead. Despite her attempt to look free-spirited, this was a long process for her, wanting to get the look just right. First, she fixed up her hair, getting that long curly black hair of hers into supermodel order. Then, she did her makeup, meeting somewhere between “I woke up like this” and “I’m about to go to a an awards show and I might be winning,” putting on her new favourite black lipstick, a bit of eye makeup and just a hint of blush. Lola was ready to go be a thirst trap!
She took the bag in one hand and her pack of cigarettes in the other, finding her way to the front door, a mirror across from her. She took off her house dress and dropped it in the nearby laundry basket, followed by her panties. She pulled out the bikini and took the bottoms in hand, bending over so she could put them on. There was nobody in the room with her, but she still felt like she was putting on a show, sticking her ass out as she began to pull the bikini bottoms up, feeling them get tighter and tighter as they reached her thighs. They were form-fitting and it excited and terrified her in equal parts. By the time they got to her waist, her ass was practically out for all to see, the back containing as much of her ass as it could, but, even then, only barely! Next came the top, two cups held together by three strings that she worried wouldn’t be able to hold everything in place. Lola held the top right below her beautiful, massive tits, so she could tie the back in the place. After doing so, she took the two strings holding the cups from the top and raised them behind her neck, raising her tits with them, tits that would fit in those cups whether they liked it or not! They did an admirable job, but Lola’s tits were not ones to listen to reason. They were held in place, but they also felt like they wanted to break free. Lola stood in front of the mirror and shifted her tits into place; after all, even with the desire to show off, she didn’t want to take a step in the wrong direction and get evicted. Once she was just covered up enough, she took a cigarette and her lighter and stepped outside.
It was a particularly hot day, so she wouldn’t look too out of place; well, she wouldn’t look out of place on a beach, but still. She didn’t have any fancy furniture, so she had planned to sit on the stone stairs outside her house. The initial act of sitting burned her ass for a moment, but it was easy to get used to. She sat down in the demure way that she was used to, but remembering her initial intention, she quickly moved into a more exhibitionist position, opening up her legs as if inviting someone to fuck her, her right hand leaning on the ground behind her, sticking her tits out as much as she could without seeming too obvious about it. She put the cigarette in her mouth and lit it, taking a long drag, before exhaling the smoke. She took the cigarette out of her mouth, revealing the ring of black lipstick around the filter. She put it back into her mouth to take another drag, taking this opportunity to check out the neighbour lady walking by. Lola didn’t know the neighbours, but this woman looked like she might be a neighbourhood wife, mid-20s, either married to her high school sweetheart or some rich old man. Lola had been dreaming of being that one woman in the neighbourhood, the one the wives warn each other about and the husbands speak ill of before going home to jerk off to the thought of her. She opened her legs a little more and made eye contact with the neighbour woman, hoping for a dirty look, but the neighbour woman just looked disoriented, as if she had been caught staring. Lola looked around and, noticing no one watching her, flashed her right nipple at her, causing her to quickly walk away. Well, that wasn’t what Lola was expecting but whatever.
On the next drag, a young man, maybe half her age, walked up to her. Lola wanted to take advantage of this opportunity. As he began walking towards her, she nonchalantly grabbed her right breast as if it was a perfectly natural thing to do. She had long masturbated to the idea of being forcibly taken by someone young and strong and maybe if she played her cards right, this could be it.
“Could I bum a smoke off of you,” the young man asked.
“This is my last one,” Lola lied, before taking another drag, blowing the smoke partially in his face.
“Yeah, I’ll be honest,” he responded, “I didn’t want a smoke, I just wanted to talk to you.”
Lola took another drag, trying to look as seductive as possible. After exhaling, she responded, without even looking at him, “not interested,” trying to play hard to get.
Well, it seemed that this boy was a new-age man, because he took her no as a no and walked away. The nerve! She whistled at him, trying to get his attention again, but he just walked away. Well, that was a mistake on both their parts: he missed out and Lola was now aroused. She needed a fuck. She wasn’t sure what it was about today, but she needed it. Just then, she noticed another guy walking by. She vaguely recognized him. He seemed like a sleazeball, so she turned her act way up, swinging her legs open and closed to get his attention. When she realized he was looking at her, she took a drag off her cigarette and bent forward to shake off the ash, exposing her tits in the process, totally by accident, of course. He whistled at her. She did it! She gave him a look of disgust, knowing that it would make him even more wild. She was right again. Two for two. The sleazeball came up to her.
“Hey, sexy, how you doing?”
“Not interested,” she responded again, restarting the process.
“Come on, you know you want it,” he said, trying to grab at her.
“You beast,” she exclaimed, slapping his hand away. Her plan was clear. She wanted him to take her, against her wishes, so to speak. It was also at this point that she had finished her cigarette. She stubbed it out on the ground behind her and went to stand. As she was about to push herself up, she decided to try one more thing to get this man to grab her. She turned towards her front and pushed herself up so her ass would be sticking in the air for a moment. The sleazeball took the bait and smacked her as hard as he could on the ass.
“Fuck you,” Lola responded as she stood up. It seemed like she was sending too many mixed signals, because this guy was beginning to get the hint that she wasn’t interested when she was trying to send the opposing message. She made one last ditch effort, walking into her house, undoing the bikini top around her neck and leaving the door slightly open. She walked into the nearby bathroom, tossed her butt and waited for a moment, before exiting again, at which point she saw the sleazeball walking away through the open door. Oh well.
Lola went and closed and locked the door and began walking toward her bedroom, ready for a marathon masturbation session. As she got to the door, someone grabbed her from behind, one hand on her mouth, the other struggling to grab her arms. How could this be? She had seen the sleazeball leave! Lola began to struggle, but a fistful of her hair dissuaded her. Her mouth now free, she began to question the situation. Lola wanted to be in charge of her assault; now, she wasn’t even sure what the motivation was. Was she about to be robbed? Murdered? Was this man going to rape her?
“Please, please, let me go,” she begged. “I won’t say anything, I won’t do anything, just don’t hurt me.”
The intruder had no interest in listening to her, pushing Lola onto her bed and getting a better hold on her arms, tying them up behind her back. Every time Lola tried to look behind her, she would get a slap to the face. Her arms now secure, the intruder bound her legs as well, ensuring she wouldn’t be able to run away. Of course, Lola kept talking and questioning the situation, so the intruder filled her mouth with fingers, shoving the hand down to her throat, making her gag. The intruder was silent, but the message was obvious: shut the fuck up and take what comes.
Lola was flipped on her back when she finally saw the intruder: dressed all in baggy black clothes paired with a balaclava. The intruder just sat atop her and stared, as if overcome by the sight, those blue eyes peering into Lola’s soul. The intruder leaned down towards Lola’s beautiful tits and began sucking on them, first the right, then the left, focusing on her meaty nipples, becoming more erect by the second. Throughout, the intruder was also straddling Lola’s legs, rubbing against the flesh of her thighs. Lola began to feel herself getting wet, when the intruder bit her right nipple, her good nipple! Lola shrieked in pain, the reaction amusing the intruder, who put a hand over her mouth and began biting her nipples more, harder, softer, front teeth, side teeth, conducting a lustful bizarre experiment. No longer able to contain the feelings within, the intruder fell onto Lola’s body and began kissing her on the lips. Lola, practically immobilized, went with it. As she felt the intruder’s tongue in her mouth, Lola got an idea. As she softly bit down on the intruder’s lower lip, Lola took the opportunity to grab the bottom of the balaclava in her teeth and pull backwards. She got it up enough to see the intruder’s cleanshaven chin, but not much else.
“Bad girl,” the intruder said, speaking for the first time in a husky low voice, as if of someone trying to hide their true voice.
Upon chastising her, the intruder stood and began unzipping. This is where he would throatfuck her, never stopping, no matter how much she begged. She was ready for it. Except, the unzipping did not produce a raging, hard cock. No, not even a soft cock. It produced a glistening, practically dripping cunt. The intruder was a woman. Before Lola could even get used to this revelation, said cunt was on her lips, being grinded into her face, while the unseen hands of the intruder were tugging on her nipples, rubbing her tits and just generally having a good time.
Lola stuck her tongue out and began licking at this mystery snatch, going up and down and in and out of her until her true voice came out, moaning and breathing heavily mixed in with a yes or two, before her legs began to tremble, coming all over Lola’s face. Lola truly wished that this wasn’t the end of it; she was just getting into it. The intruder got off Lola’s face and sat down next to her, as Lola licked her lips, ready for more. She would be a much better sex partner if she wasn’t bound the way she was, but she was ready to make the most of it. It was at this point that the intruder left the room.
“No, please, come back,” Lola begged, “I didn’t even get to come yet.”
Thankfully, the intruder returned with a bag of fun.
“Are you ready to be my slut,” the intruder asked, seemingly in her normal voice.
“Yes, ma’am,” Lola answered excitedly.
The intruder took this opportunity to bind Lola’s tits, separate from each other, making them each pop, no matter how sensitive it made them. This excited Lola until she saw the next item, a couple of nipple clamps, which cut off the blood from her thick, sensitive nipples. She began squeezing Lola’s tits, getting sick pleasure from her yelps every time she did it. She next took out a paddle.
“Pick a number between 1 and 100,” the intruder demanded.
Lola knew where this was going, so she picked one, thinking she had outsmarted her captor.
“Okay, so 100 minus one is 99,” she responded, “so count them for me.”
On this cue, the intruder grabbed hold of Lola’s thick thighs and pulled them up over her head, exposing her ass. Pulling down her bikini bottoms, the intruder began swatting at Lola’s ass, one swat per cheek. Lola wasn’t used to the counting, so every time she forgot to count, one of her nipple clamps would be tugged on. She soon learned to keep count. By the end of number 99, her nipples and butt cheeks were in a soreness competition and it was a dead heat. Her ass was red, but her nipples felt like they were about to come off. After the 99th swat, Lola noticed the hand coming down again, but this one wasn’t aimed for her cheek, it was aimed for her cunt. The intruder stuck two fingers into Lola’s cunt, going in and out, feeling the contractions around her fingers, stopping any time she felt like Lola was going to have an orgasm. This was why women made such good sadists, Lola thought, because they recognize when to stop. She just kept doing this, bringing Lola to the edge more times than she could count. Lola complained at one point, but she was silenced by a gag fashioned out of the intruder’s panties. Finally, the intruder seemed like she was ready to make Lola come. Unfortunately, this was signaled by the arrival of the intruder’s Hitachi magic wand. Lola had only ever seen these in her porn. She didn’t think she was ready for this. When the wand was turned on and placed on her clit, she realized that she indeed was not ready for this!
Her first orgasm arrived almost immediately, but she didn’t really get to appreciate the release, because the intruder seemingly had no plans to lift the wand. She came again and again and again and again. She kept coming, with no end in sight. She wanted to reach over to the intruder to make her stop but her hands were still behind her back. Besides, she probably couldn’t keep her hand straight anymore. She was trembling all over and any time she looked down, she noticed the wand continued to sit atop her clit, unmoved. Is THIS how I’m gonna die? She thought to herself. After what felt like the thousandth screaming orgasm, the intruder finally felt some mercy and released Lola from her orgasmic prison. When Lola breathed a sigh of relief, the intruder let go of her legs, mounted them and began licking her clit. This was truly cruel and unusual. Lola began to moan in protest, her ability to speak failing her. She tried to beg and plead, but her words just came out as yelps around her gag. And each yelp led to more vigorous licking. One more forced orgasm later and Lola was wrecked; satisfied but wrecked. She used the last bit of her energy to roll over and hide her clit. Of course, she wasn’t thinking right because her clit could still be reached, but in her orgasm-drunk mind, she was a genius.
“I wanna fuck you now,” the intruder demanded.
“Uh-uh,” Lola responded, articulately.
“Well, I’m going to, whether you let me or not,” she threatened.
Lola looked behind her and saw the intruder, standing completely nude—except for the balaclava, of course—wearing a strap-on that would make most porn stars blush. Still gagged and wrecked, she tried to negotiate something. Her words failing her, however, she used the international language of fuckish to suggest that the intruder could have her asshole instead, by pushing her knees under her and sticking her ass in the air. That seemed to suit the intruder fine, who lubed up Lola’s ass just a bit before shoving her cock into her asshole. Lola moaned as she felt her asshole taking it all in, but she didn’t regret it. She was worried any more clitoral stimulation would make her pass out and she would rather stay as far away from it as possible. That’s why she was now on her knees, her head on the bed, a stranger’s panties in her mouth, getting buttfucked. She could feel her ass filling up and emptying out repeatedly, quickly, all the way in and all the way out. Every time the intruder reached for her clit, she would shake her off, waiting for her to get tired. Of course, what she was unwilling to admit is that she was really enjoying this. Well, she wasn’t willing to admit it until she felt herself coming without any clitoral stimulation. Had this stranger just given her a practically mythical anal orgasm? Well, the intruder certainly seemed to notice, because she pulled out and left the room. Lola dropped back onto her stomach. She let out a deep breath, realizing that she had just experienced something unprecedented. She felt exhausted but it was a good exhaustion. She wasn’t even worried about what the intruder was going to do now. She felt completely satisfied. She didn’t even feel the nipple clamps or the soreness on her ass or the ropes holding her in place. Thankfully, before she could panic about how she would free herself, the intruder returned. First, she ungagged Lola, taking the panties out of her mouth. Next, she took the nipple clamps off, releasing a healthy dose of pain into Lola’s body. She began sucking on her nipples, which made them hurt even more but it was the most pleasurable pain she could imagine. She then flipped Lola onto her side so she could get in behind her and spoon her, one hand on her ass, the other on her right nipple, her best nipple and clearly the intruder’s favourite nipple. Lola moved her head over to try to get a kiss, but the intruder was suddenly overcome with guilt.
“I can’t believe I did that,” she began, almost crying. “The doctor has me on this sex drive medication that makes me unbelievably horny and I just have these insane sexual episodes and I’m sorry…”
Lola, unable to use her body, flipped to her other side and shut the intruder up by kissing her deeply. The intruder pulled her in close and held her while kissing her, their tongues comingling. The intruder let go for a moment and finally took off her balaclava. Staring at Lola was the neighbour lady, the mid-20s recipient of her right-nipple flash. This somehow turned Lola on even more. The intruding neighbour finally decided to free Lola, untying her legs and hands, knowing that she could fight back at any moment, knowing that she deserved it, but once Lola was free, the first thing she did was grab her around the face and start kissing her again. The intruder reached down for her clit again, but Lola just shot down the idea immediately.
“Let’s just cuddle a bit instead,” she negotiated.
Lola and the intruder stayed in bed until the sun began to set.
“I need to go,” the intruder suddenly realized, getting up out of Lola’s arms.
As she began to get dressed again, Lola sat up and asked, “same time next week?”
Lola walked her new lover to the door, she opened the door to let her out. As she exited, she turned around and they shared a kiss.
“Oh, by the way,” the intruder said, “my name is Scarlett.”
“Lola,” Lola responded. “Get home safe.”
As Scarlett walked down the stairs, Lola noticed a man on the sidewalk staring at her. She looked down to realize that she was still naked. She was standing in her doorway, with her whole body on display to the world. And she didn’t care one bit.
“Get fucked,” she yelled at the man.
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