This story starts when I was 21. I was fresh out of university and I was temping, so I was always a bit skint. I didn’t want to move back in with my parents, so I was staying at my girlfriend Amy’s house. She had a tiny room and shared the house with 3 lads, so it was always a bit gross. Not a long-term solution. I started looking for a place to live In Canterbury to embark on a new phase in my life.
I looked at a few dingy places around the city and was starting to give up hope, when an ad caught my eye: ‘small double room available, with en-suite bathroom, must be willing to put up with middle aged couple! £300 pcm, bills included’. This seemed too good to be true. I clicked through the pictures of the small, but clean and well-furnished room with a small shower attached. So far so good – and I’d always been a bit quieter and nerdy, so living with an older couple wouldn’t bother me much.
I message the landlord – a painter/decorator, apparently - and after a brief exchange we set a date to view the room: this Saturday, perfect.
On Saturday I got ready, taking a lot of care over my appearance. It was a warm summer’s day so I chose a strappy sundress, sandals and a cute little cardigan to cover up a little. After all, I wanted to look respectable – the sort of person you’d want renting a room in your house! He'd asked for a photo of me, so I thought how I looked would be important.
I turned up exactly on time and tried not to get too excited as I rang the bell of a pretty semi-detached house in a quiet cul-de-sac. After a few moments the door opened to reveal an older man – stocky, bald and dressed in scruffy jeans and a paint-splattered t shirt. My immediate thought was that he looked a bit rough around the edges; not the sort of man I’d come across often in my very middle-class upbringing.
‘I’m Steve’, he said. ‘Excuse the dust, I was just having a bit of a tidy in the shed’. He wiped his hand on his jeans and shook my hand. His hand was how I’d always imagined a workman’s – big and rough. ‘You’ve just missed the wife, she’s had to pop round to her mother’s to check in on her’. I introduced myself and noticed as his eyes flicked up and down my body, briefly settling on my breasts. ‘Come in’, Steve said, ‘the room’s just at the top of the stairs’. He gestured up the stairs and up I went; I could almost feel the heat of his gaze on my legs and bum. Oh dear – perhaps I should have worn something else.
We got to the room and it looked exactly as it did in the pictures – phew. I turned around to see Steve right behind me. ‘It looks perfect – how come it’s so cheap, though?’ I asked. ‘Oh, I think it seems like a fair price’ said Steve. ‘And from what you’ve told me about your temp jobs it doesn’t seem like you could afford much more.’
I felt my cheeks flush pink with embarrassment. ‘Well, you know, I’m quite careful with money so I should be able to afford it’, I said. ‘Right’ said Steve. ‘Although what happens if you can’t?’
‘It’s really not a problem’ I said desperately. ‘Money’s a bit tight sometimes but I always budget for my room’.
‘Hm’ said Steve. ‘Well, as you seem like a nice responsible young lady, I’m sure we can come up with some sort of an arrangement’.
My heart started to beat faster; I knew exactly what he meant. He was now openly running his eyes over my body and a quick glance of my own at his jeans revealed a bulge. ‘Wouldn’t you rather have a bit more money to spend on some pretty things for yourself?’ he asked. ‘Some more nice dresses to show of your figure…some sexy underwear perhaps?’ I was right. He wanted to fuck me. I looked at him in shock but could feel a fluttering in my stomach and my knickers getting wet.
He moved close towards me and brushed his hand over my cheek, down my neck and settled on my breast, squeezing it roughly and tweaking my already-hard nipple. ‘Mmmm…you definitely need to buy yourself some underwear….I can see you’ve forgotten yours today, young lady’. He was right – my breasts were big but perky and the straps of a bra would have ruined the look of the dress so I’d gone without.
While I stood there in shock, trembling slightly at his touch, he pushed my cardigan off my shoulders, slipped down the straps of my dress and tugged it off my body with his rough hands. I stood before him in just my knickers.
‘Now young lady’ he said. ‘Take off those knickers and let’s see what you can do. I’m going to fuck you in all your holes, and if you fuck as good as you look I’ll let you have the room for free’.
I surprised myself by immediately slipping my knickers off, just as he said. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. He quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled out his long and thick cock. He twisted his hand into my hair and without thinking I opened my mouth and he thrust his cock inside. His cock forced my mouth open wide and with his hand on the back of my head I was forced to take him deep.
He fucked my mouth roughly, whilst tugging at my hair to keep me where he wanted me. Despite struggling to breathe and my eyes starting to water…I was enjoying it and his groans were making my pussy throb and get wetter and wetter.
Suddenly he withdrew his cock from my mouth and pulled me to a standing position by my hair, which was still twisted around his hand. ‘What a sexy little mouth you have young lady’ he said. ‘But I wonder how tight your pussy will be?’
He pulled me over to the bed and instructed me to get on all fours. He took off his jeans and t shirt then, revealing a hairy chest and beer gut. I stared, thinking: am I really going to let this man fuck me?
He climbed on the bed behind me and shoved a couple of his big fingers inside of me, making me moan loudly. ‘You’re loving this aren’t you, you little slut’ he said. ‘Now, young lady, spread your legs further apart for daddy’s cock.’ I did as he said, but asked ‘do you have a condom?’
‘No’, he said. ‘Little sluts get fucked raw and take daddy’s cum deep in their pussies’. And with that, he shoved his big hard cock inside my pussy, making me gasp. He began thrusting into me, just as hard as he had fucked my mouth if not harder. It was the first time I’d fucked a cock in a while. I was used to soft breasts, warm pussies and delicate fingers.
He was so deep inside me that his hard thrusts were beginning to hurt, but in a good way. First he grabbed my hair again, pulling my head backwards, and then grabbed my breasts, which just about fit in his big hands, squeezing them roughly. Then he grabbed my hips, digging his fingers into my flesh as he pounded into me. ‘Say thank you daddy’, he growled and I moaned ‘thank you daddy!’
‘Again’ he growled, thrusting even harder. I was panting so much that I could barely get the words out. ‘Thank you daddy! Thank you for fucking my pussy!’
‘It’s your tight little arsehole next’ he grunted, and pushed me face down onto the bed. He slipped his cock out of my pussy, pushed my legs together and jerked my bum towards him to get a clear view of my arsehole. I twisted my head around to see him spit onto the hole and force his cock, glistening with my pussy juice, deep inside.
I gasped in shock and then started moaning as he began pounding. The weight of him on top of me, instead of being disgusting as I’d first thought, was now an incredible turn on. I could smell his mix of sweat, paint and dust, and feel the sweat from his hairy chest on my back, and his balls slapping against my pussy. He was beginning to grunt louder and louder and I thought that he was about to come inside me.
Instead, he suddenly pulled out and I felt his big arms flip me over on to my back. Then, he straddled my torso, pinning my arms to my sides, whilst wanking his cock with his right hand and squeezing a breast with his left.
His grunts came quicker and suddenly his cum was all over my face and breasts and even in my mouth, which had opened almost instinctively. After a few more twitches – he seemed to cum forever – the weight of his body was suddenly off me. He stood up and started putting on his clothes while I lay panting on the bed.
‘Not bad, not bad’, Steve said as he pulled on his jeans. ‘You’ll be a good little fuckslut for me, I think we can come to a very good arrangement. How does a free room and access to your holes whenever I want sound? No telling the wife, of course.’
From the bed, covered in his cum, I nodded mutely. Even though I felt disgusted with myself for letting a middle-aged man with a beer gut fuck me I was completely aroused and wishing for more.
‘Good’ he said. ‘You can move in as soon as you like. Next time I’ll cum inside that little pussy of yours and I might even let you cum too. And you’ll have to do some of the work, of course, I need to see how good you are at riding a cock’. He gestured towards the en suite. ‘Clean yourself up in there and then let yourself out, will you? I’ve got to get on with clearing that shed. Message me when you want to move in’.
And with that he left the room. I washed myself quickly, slipped my clothes back on, stuffing my wet knickers in my handbag and almost ran out the front door.
I got back to my girlfriend’s house, who was pleased I’d managed to find somewhere. I didn’t tell her about my ‘arrangement’ of course. That night, while she fucked me, all I could think of was Steve’s big body pressing down on me, his thick cock filling my holes. With her fingers inside me and her mouth on my nipples, I came harder than I had in a long time, and knew I’d made the right decision. I must break up with Amy, I thought.
P.S. Little did I know just how much of a slut I was about to become. I felt like a pervert for being turned on by Steve, but it turned out he was an even bigger pervert. Whenever his wife was out he would come to my room and demand to fuck me, no matter what I was doing. As he grew bored of the ‘vanilla’ poundings - he was always rough, shoving his cock, tongue and fingers inside me - he moved onto tying me down, filming our sessions, and acting out his fantasies. Soon enough his appetite grew beyond our one-on-one fucks and he would ‘loan’ me out to friends and even strangers, with him watching or joining in. The thrill of all those different hands, tongues and cocks all over and inside me makes me wet to this day. But that’s a story for another time…
