Fiona Tells Her Story

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MILowner
MILowner
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Some of you readers want to hear Fiona's side of the story so I told her she had to write it and that she was to be totally honest so this is what she sent me.

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When he, (owner), my eldest daughter's boyfriend Ali moved in with us around about a year ago now I was slightly reluctant at first as I'd not met him to often as he hadn't been with my daughter to long, but Ali seemed to make her really happy and he was a nice lad and settled in so well that I hardly knew he was there. When it came to light that my eldest was excelling at work and was to be offered a placement abroad it left me in an awkward position regarding Ali.

He'd been booted out by his mother and had nowhere to go, he didn't earn a great deal although he worked hard so couldn't really afford a place, so after a conversation with Alan I agreed he could stay as long as he helped around the house and paid his way.

Let me just explain about Alan, I'd been married to Alan for the best part of twenty years since I was seventeen and at first he was all I wanted, but for the last six years he'd been drinking to excess nearly every day and was just a horrible bastard that like to abuse me and put me down. More frustrating than anything though was the lack of bedroom activity we'd been having, he hadn't been near me for probably six years and for me it was hard to accept at first.

I loved sex, loved cock and used to get it all the time from Alan until he hit the drink and from then on my sex life was dead. I threw myself in to work and quickly rose through the company ranks by being a hard and determined worker. I was on a nice big wage so I didn't need Alan or his money not that he gave it me anyway as most of it went behind the local pub in the village, so we pretty much lived separate lives apart from sharing a bed to sleep if he could make it up the stairs.

It wasn't until about two months after my daughter had departed for the opposite side of the world that I began to notice Ali hanging around the house a lot more, helping me out more than ever and he'd began walking around the house in his shorts and no t-shirt. Now I'm not going to lie I had on the odd occasion admired him when he wasn't looking, after all he was a twenty year old lad who had a toned and tanned athletic body and if I'm being totally honest I had wondered what his cock was like.

I knew I shouldn't of been having these sorts of thoughts or even letting myself be distracted by his young body, but......I was horny, neglected and missing cock so much that I was finding it increasingly difficult to stop asking Ali for help or making sure I was around when he was coming out the shower and walking around in only his shorts.

One afternoon when Ali was getting ready to go out I'd been putting some towels away in the airing cupboard and I couldn't help but stop and look through the crack in the bathroom door and in to the mirror opposite. What I show made something happen that I'm ashamed to admit; but Ali my owner has told me to be honest, for the first time in six years I felt a sensation in my stomach and a tingling in and around my pussy that I hadn't felt for six years.

I stood rooted to the spot for about two minutes transfixed by the sight of his cock between his legs, now although I've been married to Alan for twenty years and never strayed I'd seen a few cocks in my time in my early years. Now Ali's wasn't the longest cock I'd seen that was for sure if I'm being honest I'd say it was average at best and in its un-aroused floppy state it was about four inches long, but what I couldn't stop thinking about was how thick his cock was, it was the thickest cock I'd seen in my life and as he turned the shower off I scurried away to my room and waited there until he'd gone out.

Once I was sure he'd gone I did something I hadn't done for a long time as I hurriedly fished around for the box on top of the wardrobe and pulled out my rabbit vibrator. I held it in my hands for a moment like I'd never seen it or held it before; it was as I f I was nervous or scared to use it. Here I was a thirty seven year old women acting like I was fourteen again when I first masturbated for the first time.

I peeled my conservative white knickers off and opened my legs and felt my pussy lips for the first time in a pleasuring way for a long long time and I gasped at how wet I'd became and the I felt myself blush as I thought back to Ali's thick cock and realised that was why I was so wet.

I ended up spending over an hour ramming my pussy with my fingers and vibrator until I'd had three of the most intense and explosive orgasms I'd had for six years or more. When I put my vibrator away I knew I'd be getting it out again soon as I already wanted and needed another orgasm, after six years of neglect I knew I wanted and needed some sexual release.

That night I was upstairs when Alan came home stinking drunk and in one of his typically foul and abusive moods and after listening to him calling me a bitch and a fat cunt for over ten minutes I snapped back at him and told him he was a useless piece of shit that hadn't and couldn't even screw his wife in over six years. He swung for me but stumbled and missed falling on the bed and passing straight out.

When I came downstairs I was embarrassed to see Ali sitting there watching TV and I apologised to him for hearing our argument, but he'd told me not to worry and it wasn't a problem. Ali had lived with us long enough to know what Alan was like and how he treated me but he never said anything.

It was after this argument that Ali began spending a lot more time with no top on when Alan was out and he'd began leaving the door half open to his room and when he was in the bathroom but it wasn't something I felt comfortable approaching him about. But if I'm being honest for some reason unbeknown to me I began acting slightly differently, I found myself walking to and from the bathroom in shorter towels or even risking getting back to my room topless. Then one morning I walked past his room on my way to the bathroom and couldn't help but glance in and I got such a shock when I saw the covers off and his thick cock lying on his thigh as he slept.

Each time I passed his room I couldn't help but glance in and I felt the sensation in my stomach and between my legs again that I had on the day I watched him in the shower. As I was about to leave for work, I hung near his door and stared in at his dick for nearly a minute before I came to my senses and headed for the stairs.

But something stopped me at the top, curiosity, stupidity, desperation, or lust I don't know but for some reason I turned and crept in to Ali's room. Maybe it was because I knew Alan and Alice wasn't there I don't know but I found myself standing next to his bed looking down on his young twenty year old thick cock totally mesmerised.

Eventually after two minutes or more I came to my senses and turned to leave and then that's when I felt a hand on my wrist and I froze. From this moment on I knew things had changed and when Ali calmly told me that I wasn't going anywhere, even after I'd told him that it was a mistake and I shouldn't be there; I knew as well as he already knew that I wouldn't be leaving for work anytime soon.

As he stood there with a firm grip on my wrist I watched, stared totally transfixed at his cock as it filled with blood and rose from his thigh, growing in length and thickness until it stood up angry and swollen pointing angrily at the ceiling.

What Ali said next should of shocked me and made me come to my stupid senses but instead I just did as he asked and reached out with my right hand and took his glorious shaft in my right hand and closed my fingers around his thick cock. My fingers and thumb didn't have a chance of touching each other even when I tightened my grip a little bit more.

He then released the grip on my left wrist but instead of pulling away and leaving I stayed glued to the spot and just held his cock, loving the feel of a piece of solid meat in my hands for the first time in a long while.

"Now wank my cock," he told me and again I followed his command without protest and before I even knew what was happening I was stroking my small hand up and down my daughter's boyfriend's thick dick. I wanked him slowly at first and then began increasing my speed as I became more comfortable and the desire in me to see his young come made me wank him harder and harder.

His hand up the back of me slowed me and even as I felt my skirt become loose as my zio was lowered again I didn't stop him or protest even as it dropped to the floor around my feet. The next few minutes were a bit of a blur and looking back now I was already under his spell as I just complied with his orders and before I knew it I'd taken of my jacket and blouse and let him unclip my bra.

Ali was the only other male in twenty years now to have his hands and mouth on my boobs and nipples but I allowed it and couldn't stop him, I let him do it and enjoyed it as I continued to wank his cock hard and fast not even breaking rhythm as I felt my black French knickers being lowered down my legs until they too were round my feet.

What I did next I'd not even done to Alan for eight years and I forgot what it was like for a moment but after having Ali's cock in my mouth for a minute I soon began to remember the wonderful taste and sensation of a man's cock in my mouth. I'm not ashamed to say it now but I feasted on his cock like a woman possessed, I enjoyed and savoured every moment of his thick cock spent in my mouth and wished his young delicious cock could stay there for ever.

I was so engrossed in my task of sucking his dick that it took me a while to even realise that he was fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit, but as tuned in to them sensations as well as continuing to worship his cock I began to feel my pussy moisten and tingle like never before as I enjoyed the touch of another man, my daughters' boyfriend, for the first time.

I was now totally beyond stopping, it was impossible I was consumed by lust and I could feel a desperate need inside me building up to have his cock inside my pussy, I just hoped that he wanted to fuck me after all I was a thirty seven year old women and he was a twenty year old boy. The next few minutes again were a blur I remember being on my knees and him looking down on me as he fed his huge dick in to my mouth over and over until he told me he was going to come and that I would have to swallow.

Swallow I thought, oh god swallow his spunk, what was I thinking I couldn't do that but I had little choice as his cock explode in my mouth twice and I gulped instinctively drinking down his young cream as he demanded. I remember recoiling as he pulled his cock from my mouth and I was horrified to realise that he'd shot the rest of his sperm on my face, I reached up and felt his thick cream across my cheeks and forehead and looked up at him horrified but unable to say anything to him.

That had never happened to me before and it made me feel humiliated and dirty that I'd just allowed him to come on my face without asking or warning, but somehow I knew I couldn't confront him, even being seventeen years his senior and a respected businesswoman and his girlfriend's mother I just felt beneath him and I somehow knew I'd do whatever he asked me.

So when he laud me back across his bed and told me to spread my legs I did it for him, when he told me that it was about time my married neglected pussy had some cock I agreed with him, when he pushed his thick cock in my pussy I readily accepted him and I knew from that moment as his cock filled me up and he began to fuck me that he'd re-lit a fire inside me and I wasn't going to be the same.

I'll remember the first time I came on his cock for the rest of my life, my whole body trembled and shook and my pussy gripped his cock like a vice and I came like a train and unleashed six years of pent up sexual frustration out on his cock. The final act of the morning fully compounded the realisation in me that ali would be fucking me again was when he told me he was going to come and even after I'd asked him not to, he told me that he was going to come in me anyway and he did just that.

My womb was splattered with his seed and there was nothing I could do about it. I silently dressed for work and left with his come running in to my knickers as I drove to work and reapplied my makeup after washing his come from my face.

What's happened over the last eight months has been nothing short of absolutely disgusting behaviour but I'm unable to stop it or maybe I'm just unwilling too? What Ali makes me do now is totally humiliating and degrading but he loves seeing me being a whore and fucked by other men. I think I've slept with about forty men in the last eight months and all of it is down to Ali allowing me to be used as a whore for pleasing men.

I've lost my position as a manager at work because he made me do things sexually with my assistant manager and then engineered it so that mu boss caught me, Ali then told my boss that I could be the office whore and now I earn even more money by sleeping with clients to seal deals. A year ago before I met Ali I was a strong woman capable of handling myself in the male dominated business world, but now I'm a submissive whore, used at work by seven men regularly before I even begin sealing deals.

Ali has even negotiated with my boss that he gets a percentage of the money I earn sealing deals and he's been able to give up work as I earn enough for him now, maybe that's what I am now for Ali a prostitute but I can't stop and I don't know why.

Maybe it's his thick cock I love and if I don't do as he says maybe he won't fuck me or want me anymore.

Lately though Ali has been getting more and more carried away and is putting me in some really horrible and humiliating situations, the trouble is he doesn't seem bothered if everyone including Alan find out about our affair and that I act as such a whore. He's now took to whoring me out to teachers and the head at Alice's school and three of the parents who happen to live and work in the village.

It does scare me sometimes where or how it'll all end up but for now I'm powerless to protest or refuse, I am after all my owners whore and I'll serve his cock and any other to make him happy.

For you owner from your whore

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MASTERLEE9MASTERLEE9over 4 years ago
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The story is somewhat disjointed I would like An order to read it . One way would be to have a prefix saying what to read first

bbtp41bbtp41over 9 years ago
Making it real.

This alternate perspective creates depth to the narrative. The past stories are revitalized and the subsequent stories will have greater realism because of it.

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