A few days later, Liza stepped back into the mall’s bustling entrance, her heart pounding like a war drum in her chest. The dry cleaning bag clutched tightly in her white-knuckled grip felt like a flimsy shield against the memories flooding her mind—the brutal thrusts, the hot cum leaking from her sore holes, the smirks of those teenage boys who had claimed her body without mercy. ‘Why did I come back?’ she thought, her curvy frame trembling beneath the loose sundress that hid the fading bruises on her hips and the tender ache still lingering in her ass and pussy.

At 40, she was a MILF ripe for their predatory eyes, the age gap a twisted lure that had drawn them to violate her in public spaces, turning her submission into a shameful addiction she couldn’t shake. The mall’s fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows on her blonde hair, and the chatter of shoppers echoed like distant threats, heightening her vulnerability.

She scanned the crowds anxiously, blue eyes darting from face to face—families pushing strollers, teens laughing in clusters, none aware of the emotional scars etched into her skin. Beneath the fabric, her big DD tits rose and fell with shallow breaths, nipples hardening against her bra from the cool air-conditioned draft, a traitorous reminder of how her body had betrayed her before, clenching around those young cocks despite the non-consensual groping and raw dominance.

‘They could be anywhere, watching, waiting to drag me off again.’

The vulnerability seeped into her bones, her shaved pussy tingling with a mix of fear and unwelcome heat, the mental shatter from those assaults leaving her will to resist frayed at the edges. She moved through the throng, heels clicking on the tiled floor, the scent of pretzels and perfume mingling with her own faint musk of lingering arousal, as if her body still carried the imprint of their seed.

Unseen eyes watched her closely from the periphery, a predatory glint hidden among the shoppers, hinting at new danger lurking nearby. Liza felt it like a prickle on her neck, the hairs standing up as she weaved past a fountain, the water’s splash masking her quickened pulse.

‘Not again—not here, not with all these people.’

But the pull was magnetic, the trauma twisting into a conflicted curiosity, her steps unconsciously leading her toward the familiar corridor where the redhead had first pinned her against the wall, fingers invading her dripping folds. The air grew thicker there, away from the main flow, the walls echoing with muffled voices that stirred flashes of moans escaping her lips during those public assaults.

She hesitated near the shadowed mouth of the corridor, body tensing with raw, conflicted fear—shame at her return warring with the reluctant thrill that made her thighs press together, pussy lips swelling slightly under her panties.

‘I should run, get the dry cleaning, and leave, but what if they’re waiting? What if I want to feel that loss of control again?’

Her bruised skin itched beneath the dress, a phantom ache from the grips that had marked her, and she leaned against the wall for support, bag slipping slightly in her sweaty palm.

A rough hand suddenly grabbed her from behind, fingers like iron clamping around her wrist, yanking her off balance and dragging her deeper into the hidden, secluded spot beyond the corridor’s bend. Liza gasped, the bag tumbling to the floor with a thud, her heart slamming as she stumbled after the unseen assailant.

‘No—please, not again,’ but her body went pliant, submission flooding her veins like a drug, the non-consensual touch igniting that shameful spark.

The hand—calloused and strong—twisted her arm behind her back, shoving her face-first against the cool concrete wall of the alcove, hidden from the main mall but not from the risk of passing echoes. She caught a glimpse over her shoulder: a new face, a lanky teen with tousled dark hair and piercing hazel eyes, his grin feral, erection already tenting his jeans—the age gap hitting her like a punch, another boy drawn to her curvy MILF form.

“Missed this, didn’t you, slut?” he growled, voice low and commanding, free hand sliding up her thigh under the sundress, rough palm scraping her soft skin.

Liza whimpered, twisting weakly, but his grip tightened, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other yanked her panties aside, fingers probing her shaved pussy lips. They were already slick, betraying her, and he chuckled darkly, shoving two digits deep into her tight heat without preamble.

The intrusion burned, stretching her sore walls. Still, she moaned softly, the sound muffled against the wall, emotional intimacy fracturing further as reluctant pleasure mixed with the terror of his dominance. ‘He’s just like the others—taking what he wants in public, making me submit.’

His thumb circled her clit roughly, sending jolts through her core, her big tits pressing into the rough surface, nipples scraping painfully as her body arched involuntarily.

The teen’s breath was hot on her neck, his hard cock grinding against her ass through his jeans, the public risk amplifying everything—the distant laughter from the mall seeping in like a taunt, footsteps padding too close for comfort. He freed his thick shaft with a zipper’s rasp, the veined length slapping hot against her thigh, pre-cum smearing her skin.

Liza’s mind reeled, vulnerability crashing over her in waves: fear of being caught, shame at her wetness coating his fingers as he pumped them faster, the submission deepening as she pushed back slightly, hips betraying her resolve.

‘Why fight? They’ve all broken me already.’

He withdrew his hand, slick fingers trailing up to force them into her mouth, making her taste her own tangy arousal, gagging her protests into submissive licks. Then, with a grunt, he hiked her dress higher, exposing her bruised ass cheeks, spreading them wide to line up his cockhead at her puckered hole—still tender from Kyle’s brutal pounding days ago.

The pressure built as he thrust forward, the fat head breaching her ring with a pop, inch after girthy inch sinking into her ass, the stretch agonizing and electric. Liza cried out, the moan echoing faintly, her body quivering as he buried himself balls-deep, hips flush against her trembling flesh. Pain lanced through her, but the fullness ignited nerves that made her pussy clench emptily, dripping onto the floor. He started pounding, short, savage strokes that slapped wetly, his free hand roaming to grope her DD tits through the dress, pinching nipples hard enough to draw tears.

‘Public again—anyone could turn the corner, see this teen raping my ass.’

His thrusts grew more savage, the dark-haired teen’s slim but energetic body slamming against Liza’s curvy frame, his thick cock stretching her sore asshole with each brutal plunge. Pain twisted through her gut, sharp and unrelenting, but beneath it, a reluctant heat bloomed, her shaved pussy clenching emptily as juices trickled down her thighs.

‘Another boy, so young, so fucking dominant—taking my ass like I own nothing but this hole for him.’

The age gap hit her like a fresh wave of shame, her 40-year-old body yielding to his teenage lust in this hidden alcove, the mall’s distant chatter a constant reminder of the public risk. Voices laughed nearby, footsteps echoed off the walls, and Liza bit her lip to stifle a moan, her big DD tits heaving against the sundress, nipples raw from the friction.

He yanked her head back by her blonde hair, exposing her neck to his hot breath. “You love this, don’t you, you mall whore? Coming back for more teen cock in your tight ass.” His voice was a taunting whisper, low and commanding, laced with that predatory edge that made her tremble.

Liza whimpered, shaking her head weakly, but her hips bucked back involuntarily, meeting his rhythm, submission flooding her veins like poison. He released her wrists just long enough to rip open the front of her sundress with a savage tear, buttons scattering like fleeing thoughts. The fabric gaped, her lacy bra exposed, and he shoved it down roughly, freeing her heavy DD tits to bounce free, pale skin marked with faint bruises from past assaults.

His hands clamped onto her tits immediately, groping them possessively, fingers digging into the soft flesh, thumbs pinching her hard nipples until she gasped. “These fat tits are mine now—squeeze ‘em while I fuck you raw.” The command was cruel, his green eyes—sharp and hungry—locking onto hers over her shoulder, that feral grin widening as he kneaded her breasts like dough, twisting the sensitive peaks to draw out pained yelps.

Liza’s body quivered, overwhelmed by the raw dominance, her bruised ass cheeks spreading wider around his pistoning cock, the slick sounds of flesh slapping flesh barely masked by the alcove’s shadows.

‘He’s so strong for a lanky kid, controlling every inch of me—public, exposed, helpless.’

Tears pricked her eyes, mixing shame and fear with the unwelcome sparks of pleasure radiating from her core, her pussy dripping onto the cold floor in betrayal.

With a grunt, he pulled out of her ass abruptly, the sudden emptiness making her whine, her hole clenching around nothing, sore and gaping. Before she could catch her breath, he spun her around, shoving her back against the wall, the concrete biting into her bare shoulders. Her tits jiggled from the force, and he wasted no time, hiking her dress higher to expose her shaved pussy, lips swollen and glistening.

“Spread your legs, slut—beg for it in this dirty spot where anyone could hear.” His whisper was hot against her ear, one hand forcing her thighs apart while the other guided his slick cock—coated in her ass’s residue—to her dripping entrance.

Liza trembled, hands pressing against his chest in a futile push. Still, her voice cracked into a submissive murmur, “Please ... not here,” even as her body arched toward him, the non-consensual touch igniting that twisted intimacy.

He laughed softly, predatory, and slammed forward, his thick shaft burying deep into her bruised, wet pussy in one violent thrust. The stretch burned, her walls gripping him tightly despite the soreness from Jason and Kyle’s earlier poundings, and she cried out, the sound echoing faintly into the corridor.

‘God, he’s huge—fucking my cunt like he owns it, right where shoppers walk by.’

He started pounding hard and fast, hips snapping with relentless energy, balls slapping against her ass as he drove deeper, the alcove’s cool air kissing her exposed skin. His mouth latched onto one tit, sucking the nipple harshly while his hand mauled the other, fingers leaving red marks on her pale flesh.

Liza’s legs shook, wrapping around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer as reluctant pleasure coiled in her belly, emotions churning: the humiliation of submitting to yet another teen in public, the fear of voices drawing nearer, the graphic urgency of his cock rearranging her insides.

“Take it all, you submissive bitch—moan for me while I breed this pussy.”

His cruel commands whispered between thrusts, voice taunting as he bit down on her shoulder, marking her further. She quivered under the assault, body overwhelmed, pussy clenching around his invading length as juices squirted with each plunge, soaking his jeans. The hidden spot felt anything but safe—muffled conversations from the mall seeped in, a woman’s laugh too close, heightening her terror, making her submission feel like a public spectacle.

‘They’re out there, oblivious, while this boy rapes me raw—my tits bouncing, pussy stretched wide.’

Her hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging in, torn between pushing away and holding on as waves of conflicted ecstasy built, her will to resist dissolving into helpless gasps and moans.

He gripped her hips bruisingly, angling to hit that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes, fucking her with unflinching intensity, the mix of pain from her bruises and pleasure from his dominance pushing her toward the edge. Liza’s mind reeled, vulnerability crashing over her—the age gap a shameful thrill, her curvy form pinned and used like a toy in this semi-public hell.

Distant footsteps paused nearby, and her heart seized, but he didn’t stop, thrusting harder, whispering, “Cum for me now, show how much you need this teen dick destroying you.”

Her body betrayed her fully, trembling violently as the orgasm ripped through, pussy spasming around him. Still, he kept pounding, drawing out her submission, the alcove’s shadows hiding their frenzy for now—though how long? His pace quickened, the dark-haired teen’s lanky frame tensing as his sharp green eyes locked onto Liza’s flushed face, that predatory grin twisting with impending release.

‘He’s close—God, not inside me again, not here where anyone could walk in.’

Her pussy clenched around his thick cock one last time, the aftershocks of her orgasm making her cuntal walls flutter, but the fear spiked, mixing with the raw ache in her bruised core. The alcove’s shadows seemed to close in, the mall’s chatter a mocking backdrop—children’s laughter, footsteps dragging by too near—heightening her humiliation as her body trembled from the relentless pounding.

With a guttural snarl, he yanked out of her dripping pussy, the sudden void leaving her gasping, juices slicking her inner thighs. Before Liza could slump against the wall, his strong hands clamped onto her shoulders, shoving her down roughly to her knees on the cold, gritty floor.

Pain shot through her kneecaps, but she barely registered it, her big DD tits heaving as the sundress hung torn and open around her waist. “On your knees, you filthy slut—open that mouth and take my load like the submissive whore you are.” His voice was a harsh whisper, commanding and taunting, the age gap burning in her mind as this teenager loomed over her, his slim but energetic body radiating dominance.

Liza’s heart pounded, vulnerability crashing over her; she was 40, curvy, and broken, kneeling in a semi-public spot for a boy’s cruel pleasure, her shaved pussy still throbbing emptily. She parted her trembling lips instinctively, submission deepening despite the non-consensual pull, and he gripped her blonde hair tightly, yanking her head forward.

His thick cock, slick with her pussy juices and the faint tang of her earlier ass, slapped against her cheek before he thrust it deep into her mouth, stretching her jaw wide. The invasion was brutal, the head hitting the back of her throat immediately, making her gag and choke as tears welled in her eyes.

‘So rough, choking me with his teen dick—tasting myself on him, right here where voices echo.’

He didn’t give her time to adjust, hips snapping forward with violent urgency, fucking her mouth like a pussy, his balls slapping her chin with each plunge. Saliva dripped from her lips, mixing with the precum leaking from his tip, the graphic sounds—wet slurps and her muffled gags—barely concealed by the alcove’s dimness.