Forced!
By: RoperTrace
Copyright: 01/2023
(This story involves acts of non-consensual sex that were a fantasy of the main female character. The fantasy was carried out as an act of 'performance art' by the main character's boyfriend at her request. During the re-enactment of the performance art, no harm or violence was involved, but rather the implied threat of violence. It also involves some lite BDSM, and a gangbang. If any of these topics are not to your liking, you may want to pass on this story. All characters were over the age of eighteen.)
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Sharon had retired in June of this year. She was a teacher of Family and Consumer Sciences at a high school for the last twenty-five years. The school's FCS class was previously called Home Economics. At fifty, she still had a lot of things she wanted to do with her life other than raising her four sons and spending all day in a classroom with teenagers. She enjoyed teaching, but it was time for a change.
Her four sons were successfully graduated and had started their own lives working in various trades. None had elected to pursue college but had gone to the vocational-tech high school to learn various trades, like their father John had. He had gone to college a few years later after Sharon started to teach. They married in their late-twenties, and it was the second marriage for both.
Unfortunately, Sharon and John had grown apart in the last few years and decided to end their marriage amicably. She still had feelings for John, but their love life had taken a hit, when he confessed to having an affair with a co-worker the year before she retired. Sharon was hurt, but had to be honest with herself, she had not been the most loving wife in the bedroom for several years.
Their love life mostly consisted of vanilla sex, maybe on a Friday night, and maybe some other random time in a month. And it usually consisted of a quick hump before going to sleep after a long day at work. Sharon felt that she needed more than just wham-bam sex, that often ended with her reaching for her vibrator after John went to sleep.
They had experimented with some light spanking, which Sharon craved for some unknown reason, but John never really got into that after trying it a couple of times. After their separation, Sharon started visiting internet sites that dealt with alternative lifestyles.
She met Joe on an alt-lifestyle website. After talking for a few weeks online, and on the phone, they met at a local coffee shop, and hit it off. Joe was a big man, about six feet tall and weighed well into the mid two-hundred-pounds category. He was a successful real estate investor, that involved storage facilities and a popular flea-market group of small storefronts. Like Sharon, he had been divorced after his two children had graduated high school and started college.
At fifty-three, Joe was only a few years older than Sharon, but he shared some common interests. She loved that Joe was always a complete gentleman but just the sound of his voice had awakened something inside her that could quickly turn her into putty. Joe was a naturally dominant individual who to most of his friends and acquaintances was a jovial, easy-going person.
Sharon was also tall at five-foot-eight and wore her reddish-brown hair down to the middle of her back. At fifty, and having raised four sons, she had put on some extra pounds in her mid-section, but she still had great legs, and ample breasts that didn't sag excessively. Joe loved her long nips, and Sharon loved it when his thick fingers or lips gave them attention.
If Sharon had a self-perceived physical flaw, it was the fact that her ass was on the smaller side, which she hated. And despite not having any excess padding there, she found that she could withstand Joe's large hands and on occasion the rattan cane. She had skin that didn't bruise or mark very easily, and Joe never overstepped her limits in that area.
Sharon's absolute favorite activity was the flogger on her back, ass, and upper thighs. Something about 'stingy' leather floggers on her skin put her into sub-space quickly. She also discovered that she was something of an exhibitionist in her new lifestyle.
Joe and Sharon had visited 'Paddles' nightclub in New York City several times in the next year, and she had participated a few times getting flogged, or spanked while almost nude in front of fifty or more visitors. No sex was allowed in this club, but nudity during 'play' activities was okay. The club also had a strict rule of no-alcohol or drugs on the premises.
For Sharon, participating in these activities in front of several total strangers, only served as a heightened foreplay before they went back to the hotel room they rented for the evening. Her panties, or thong were usually soaked through on the cab ride back to their hotel.
Sharon always wore skirts that showed off her legs when visiting Paddles, and Joe's thick fingers usually found their way into her dripping pussy on the cab ride to the hotel. Sharon would open her legs widely, hoping the cabdriver would peek at his mirror, and she tried without much success to muffle her moans when Joe slipped a thick finger inside her. Sharon didn't know that he had his dash cam adjusted at the perfect angle for lady passengers sitting in the middle of the back seat. At this point in her life, she would not have cared.
Sharon had always kept her exhibitionist nature under wraps while raising her boys and John, her ex, was very strait-laced and wouldn't approve of that. Most of the time she was with Joe, she often didn't wear panties, and enjoyed riding in his Cadillac Escalade in various states of being undressed.
Since her divorce, she had rented a house in her hometown of Scranton and had only thin venetian blinds on her windows. Being a semi-detached style in a vintage, middle-class neighborhood, the houses sat very close to each other, and the house next to hers was only separated by a narrow yard and walkway. Her venetian blinds were usually kept partially closed. Bob, the older guy living next door, was often spotted as she walked around her bedroom, or "playroom" in just her bra and panties.
On the evenings that Joe stayed over, they often closed the slats in the bedroom blinds, but had forgotten a few times, and Sharon secretly hoped 'Ol' Bob, the neighbor got an eye and ear full. Joe liked to keep a lamp turned on low, sitting on the nightstand in their bedroom. He wanted to see Sharon in all her naked glory when they made love.
Sharon was on friendly terms with Bob's wife, Sara, and she never mentioned that Bob was watching. Sara probably didn't care, and Sharon often shared some of her dinners with the older couple. They had just recently invited her over for dinner. Sharon had accepted and dressed very conservatively so Sara wouldn't think that Sharon had her eyes on 'Ol' Bob. They were about ten years older than Sharon and were both very friendly during their dinners.
"Thank you for the lovely dinner," Sharon said to Sara and Bob after their most recent dinner.
"Well, thank you for coming over and sharing it with us," Sara answered.
"It was a pleasure having you over, and I'm sure Bob enjoys seeing such an attractive, younger woman in our house again," Sara said with a smile.
"Well, thank you for the compliment, but I'm not that young or attractive anymore. Just a retired 'Home Ec' teacher, trying to enjoy life," Sharon responded.
"Oh honey, no need to say that. We both think you're quite attractive, and glad to have you for our neighbor."
"Thank you both. Joe, my boyfriend and I were thinking of having a cookout at the end of the month, we'd love to have you both come. Joe grills a mean steak."
"That would be great, I love steak," Bob answered for both.
"Great, I'll give you a call a week before we have a date." Sharon waved goodbye and walked over the narrow lawn separating their houses to her back door and went in.
"That went well," Sharon said to herself.
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The following evening, Joe picked up Sharon at home to have dinner at an Italian restaurant. He parked in front of her semi-detached, and before he could go inside, Sharon was out the front door. She was wearing a floral summer dress that showed off her shapely, well-muscled legs and a hint of cleavage. She slid in beside him and Joe gave her a long kiss for a greeting.
"Whew! You can say hello to me that way anytime lover." She reached over and gave his cock a squeeze through his trousers.
"That's my girl. Your lips taste sweet, something very familiar."
"Well, I always coat them with your special sauce, before we meet, as per your request Sir," Sharon answered in her school-girl voice.
"You keep this up, and I may not have to even warm your bottom after dinner." Joe teased.
"In that case, I'm wiping it off. How many of your old girlfriends or wife ever coated their lips for you?"
"Uh, that number would be between zero and none, but in all fairness, there were only a couple girlfriends. And you leave that lip gloss right where it's at, I love it."
"Yes sir." Sharon said, as she was pulled into Joe's strong embrace for another kiss.
"Where are we going for dinner, Sir?"
"I thought we'd go to the Sambuca Grille. Are you okay with that?"
"Sambuca's is great, but you're not helping me to lose a few pounds."
