The Den – Milf Humiliation Fiction

A Milf is lured by the prospect of humiliation. She has a need to walk the wilder side of her own nature. She hears about a place that promises much. She has heard of ‘The Den.’

She will never forget it.

From Amazon Description:

Lucinda Willoughby leaves her comfortable home in an affluent suburb and ventures into the rough side of town. ‘The Den’ is a hidden place that offers – to those willing to pay the price – the promise of fulfilment. No matter how deep and dark your desires. Against her own better instincts, she is compelled by her needs to seek out this place and offer herself. She will be forty this year, and it is now or never. Come what may.

But the price of admission is a high one, and at each stage the price gets higher still. But Lucinda is driven on by her desperations…but are her needs still darker then even she suspects? What will she find in the very heart of ‘The Den’?

This story grips tightly; it is a journey through sexual humiliation, self-discovery, and horror to one woman’s heart of darkness.

Extract:

The posting had said simply, ‘Entry by negotiation.’ It sounded a pretty exclusive place. Not for everyone that’s for sure. The idea of negotiation didn’t faze her. As a teen she had been well used to blagging her way into bars, getting served alcohol while still underage. She was a good talker and had a friendly face that people seemed to take to. 

She would be forty this year. She married almost twenty years ago, and had spent her life being a wife to Tony, and a mother to PIppa. Now her daughter was in university, she had felt it was time to live her dreams. It was time for her to face the growing feelings that had been tormenting her the past few years.

It was time to face her darkest fantasies. Come what may.

The alley was dark. Intimidating. Occasional lampposts with dim lights provided the only illumination, and filled the scene with shadows and the promise of danger. She wanted to turn back. Part of her would have given anything to be able to turn around, walk back to the car and forget about this place. But she knew that she wouldn’t forget. Couldn’t forget; sooner or later – next week, next month, next year she would come again. She would have to. There really was no other option.

The alley came to a T-junction. She was unsure whether the instructions had said left or right. Both ways looked dark and sinister. The place had a stillness that un-nerved her. Only the clicking of her high heels broke the silence of the night. She forced herself onwards. Left, she thought, let’s try left first. Turning she stepped slowly but surely into the darkness. She felt it envelope her like a cloak, disguising her from the rest of the world. She felt like she was the only woman on the planet, the only one searching for that place. The place simply called ‘The Den.’

As she walked she began to hear a slight noise in the distance. A low, heavy beat, insistent and driving. It somehow fitted the surroundings. Dark and dirty.

And dangerous. It could only be the place she had read about. The place she had dreamed about visiting ever since she had found out about it. And here she was approaching the dark netherworld. Her heart was pumping now. She felt her stomach trembling, and her palms beginning to moisten.

And then there it was. A hand painted sign – black on white. ‘The Den.’ Right there, right then the very words seemed to carry a threat. A threat to everything she had, lifestyle, family…herself…

The door was made of metal and painted black. She walked up it and turned the handle and turned, it was locked. Something in her leapt, she had tried, done her best but it was locked. Now she could go home in all good conscience, her life intact, her dreams still her dreams. Her fear level was high. She tried the door again, and then knocked. She wanted to be sure, be really sure, before she turned tail and went home. But the door didn’t move. She could still hear the beat, but there was no-one answering. She knocked again, and then heard a sound behind her. Somebody? Should she scream?

‘Hello’, said a voice.

She spun around but couldn’t see anyone. There was no-one to see. Had she imagined it? ‘Hello’, she replied. ‘Is anyone there?’ even she could hear the tremble in her voice.

There was a shuffling in the darkness and then a figure emerged. He was a very large black man with shoulder length dreadlocks. He was wearing a dark suit with a white shirt and red tie. His shoulders bulged in the confines of the suit. He was very big indeed. Very black. His voice carried the sound of menace.

But what she noticed most of all were the eyes. Light blue and piercing. They stood out from the rest of him. She felt exposed in their headlights. Helpless.

‘Can I help you’, he asked. It wasn’t a voice to take liberties with.

‘Err yes, I hope so. Is this the entrance?’

She heard a sound like he was snorting. Or was he laughing at her?

‘I am looking to get in. Is this the main entrance?’ Her voice was even more shaky now, giving way to her nerves.

‘This place is a private concern. Perhaps not the sort of place you want to be.’ His voice was polite but seriously firm. His was the final word. ‘You wouldn’t fit in with what goes on in there. Trust me on that.’

What did he mean she wouldn’t fit in? What was he saying, what did he take her for? She felt indignant. Challenged. ‘It is exactly my kind of place. I am a big girl. I know the score.’

‘You think so do you?’ He asked and stared at her with those laser eyes. He seemed to enjoy toying with her

‘Yes, I do think so.’ She responded. She tossed her long dark hair back and raised her chin. ‘I know what goes on in there and I want to be a part of it.’

‘Well then this is certainly not the place for you. This place is for people who don’t think so; it’s the place for those who know so. Do you understand me? Can you appreciate that difference?’

He lifted his arm as if to escort her back to the alley and away from the place. She wanted in more than ever now.

‘Okay’, she said. ‘I appreciate the difference. I know this is the very place for me.’ She stood square on in front of him, and tossed her hair back again, making sure he caught the full sight of her body; the large breasts, the flat stomach and the long legs standing in four-inch stiletto heels. And all stuffed into her red silk dress. No underwear necessary. ‘So…going to show me the way in then?’

He looked at her, slowing savouring the sight. Maybe this was the place for her after all. He maintained eye contact, but his hands moved to his zip, pulling it down and releasing his cock. And she could see it quickly hardening in the cool midnight air. She looked at it, and then slowly up at him.

‘And what is that for then?’ she asked. But inside she knew.

‘This’, he grinned, ‘is the cost of admission. Nothing come free babe. Everything costs. So if you are prepared to pay, you can get in. if not….…?’ He stood there, hands on hips, his cock pointing up at her like a gun. 

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