I(24F) became the Mistress of my Landlord (58M)
I am Priya Bhattacharya, a 24-year-old Indian woman with a body that could make gods weepāmeasurements 40-30-40. I came to Croydon, UK, in 2018 to pursue my Bachelor's degree, and life was good until 2020. The pandemic turned everything upside down, taking jobs, lives, and stability. My landlord, Mr. Ali, lost his wife to COVID. At 58, he was built like a bull but had a face that only a mother could love. With no job and no money, I couldn't pay my rent for three months. Surprisingly, Mr. Ali said nothingāuntil one morning.
It was early, and I was still in my nightgown when Mr. Ali knocked on my door. He walked in without waiting for an invitation, demanding the rent. Shame washed over me as I admitted I didn't have the money. His eyes darkened with a mix of pity and hunger. Then, he ordered me to kneel before him. I was in shock, unable to comprehend what he was asking. When I hesitated, he grabbed my arm and forced me down. Tears streamed down my face as he unzipped his pants and commanded me to open my mouth.
With no other options, I complied, feeling humiliated and degraded as he shoved himself into my mouth, making me gag. This routine became a twisted part of my life, a secret I buried deep within. Each time, he would force me to perform oral sex, his dominance overwhelming me.
A few months later, our dynamic shifted dramatically. One night, Ali's usual roughness turned into something more intense. He tore my shirt open, buttons flying everywhere, and stripped me of my clothes, leaving me exposed. His rough hands squeezed my breasts before he began sucking on them hard, making me gasp. He ignored my pleas to stop, declaring that I belonged to him now.
He threw me onto the bed and spread my legs, entering me forcefully. My initial discomfort transformed into unexpected pleasure. As he pressed my breasts, sucking and squeezing them, I found myself responding to his every move. He bent me over and took me from behind, his hands gripping my hips tightly. The roughness was intense, but I found myself craving more.
One morning, Ali knocked on my door with a different kind of proposition. He wanted me to move in with him, to be his caretaker and mistress. In return, he promised to take care of all my financial issues. This unexpected offer left me thinking. The forced nature of our encounters had faded, replaced by genuine affection and love. I hesitated, but eventually agreed, seeing it as an opportunity to secure my future.
We moved in together, and our relationship evolved. The forced nature of our encounters faded, replaced by genuine affection and love. What began as an forced arrangement blossomed into a partnership neither of us anticipated. We shared everything, from intimate moments to everyday life. The nights were filled with passion, with him reminding me of my placeāhis queen, his lover, his everything. The initial forced encounters turned into mutual desire, and I found myself enjoying our time together more than I ever expected.
In 2024, I look back with no regrets. Moving in with Ali was the best decision I made. As his mistress, I enjoy financial security and a loving relationship. I'm still completing my Masters, but now, I do so as a confident woman who knows her worth. Every night, Ali reminds me of my placeāhis queen, his lover, his everything. From the rough beginnings to our passionate nights filled with intimacy, I am where I am supposed to be. And I wouldn't change a thing.
It was early, and I was still in my nightgown when Mr. Ali knocked on my door. He walked in without waiting for an invitation, demanding the rent. Shame washed over me as I admitted I didn't have the money. His eyes darkened with a mix of pity and hunger. Then, he ordered me to kneel before him. I was in shock, unable to comprehend what he was asking. When I hesitated, he grabbed my arm and forced me down. Tears streamed down my face as he unzipped his pants and commanded me to open my mouth.
With no other options, I complied, feeling humiliated and degraded as he shoved himself into my mouth, making me gag. This routine became a twisted part of my life, a secret I buried deep within. Each time, he would force me to perform oral sex, his dominance overwhelming me.
A few months later, our dynamic shifted dramatically. One night, Ali's usual roughness turned into something more intense. He tore my shirt open, buttons flying everywhere, and stripped me of my clothes, leaving me exposed. His rough hands squeezed my breasts before he began sucking on them hard, making me gasp. He ignored my pleas to stop, declaring that I belonged to him now.
He threw me onto the bed and spread my legs, entering me forcefully. My initial discomfort transformed into unexpected pleasure. As he pressed my breasts, sucking and squeezing them, I found myself responding to his every move. He bent me over and took me from behind, his hands gripping my hips tightly. The roughness was intense, but I found myself craving more.
One morning, Ali knocked on my door with a different kind of proposition. He wanted me to move in with him, to be his caretaker and mistress. In return, he promised to take care of all my financial issues. This unexpected offer left me thinking. The forced nature of our encounters had faded, replaced by genuine affection and love. I hesitated, but eventually agreed, seeing it as an opportunity to secure my future.
We moved in together, and our relationship evolved. The forced nature of our encounters faded, replaced by genuine affection and love. What began as an forced arrangement blossomed into a partnership neither of us anticipated. We shared everything, from intimate moments to everyday life. The nights were filled with passion, with him reminding me of my placeāhis queen, his lover, his everything. The initial forced encounters turned into mutual desire, and I found myself enjoying our time together more than I ever expected.
In 2024, I look back with no regrets. Moving in with Ali was the best decision I made. As his mistress, I enjoy financial security and a loving relationship. I'm still completing my Masters, but now, I do so as a confident woman who knows her worth. Every night, Ali reminds me of my placeāhis queen, his lover, his everything. From the rough beginnings to our passionate nights filled with intimacy, I am where I am supposed to be. And I wouldn't change a thing.
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