I’ve posted this story as a thread before but I feel now is a good time to actually share it here.
For privacy reasons, names in this story have been changed and specific locations around Melbourne have been omitted from the story.
Back in 2011, I was doing a year of my studies at Monash University as part of my OE in Melbourne, Australia. During this time, I also had a part-time job earning AU$310.2 per week and living alone at an apartment which cost me AU$200 per week. This apartment was also the cheapest I could find close to my campus at the time, but with 64% of my earnings going towards rent and also having to pay for other costs such as food, electricity, internet, phone, etc, I found myself constantly being behind on my rent as often times, when I do pay my rent, it’s only half or a fraction of what I meant to pay my landlord. There were also a number of weeks where I simply didn’t pay rent and was basically running off excuses and IOUs at this point.
At the time, I was 22 years old, I already had a few tattoos on my back and legs, as well as a sleeve tattoo on my left arm, but I still wasn’t as fully covered then as I am now. I also had short black hair, gray eyes and typically dressed in black emo/punk clothes. Adding to this, I wasn’t as sexually active or experienced then as I am now, as at the time, I have only ever been with three guys, and the most extreme sex act I did was eat out a cheerleader when I was a bit drunk at a party during my senior year of high school. That said, some of my fantasies at the time were gangbangs, being dominated, being tied or pinned down while I’m being fucked and being taken by black guys. All of these things are sex acts I would end up doing and experiencing later on in life.
One day, I was resting in my living room, watching TV, covered only in a thin towel after having taken a shower, when Donald (my former landlord) came barging in. After not paying my landlord the rent last week and only partially paying it the week prior to that, Donald was pissed and essentially scolding me for being late on my rent again and underpaying him. After only having paid him partially (or not at all) for the last 4 months I’ve been living here, my IOUs were basically worthless at this point. Donald was a 44 year old man, twice divorced (and still divorced last I saw him), overweight and with dark brown curly hair. Donald was a complete sleaze of a person.
The next 20 minutes were basically him shouting at me and threatening to kick me out of my place and me basically, pacing around back and forth frantically, begging him not to evict me as I basically had nowhere to go. I wasn’t particularly close to any of my classmates so I can’t just move in with them and with all this being such short notice; I couldn’t just start looking for a cheaper apartment like right now.
With tears and mascara running down my face, I pleaded with him some more begging him to just let me stay, offering to compensate my lack of rent by cleaning his house for him, cooking him dinner, etc. While I was doing this, I didn’t notice that my towel has completely fallen off as I was too much in a state of panic and being overwhelmed (not only with the idea of being evicted and where to stay, but also over the exams and assignments I had coming up soon), I did not even realize I was now basically on my knees naked in front of him.
“Stand up” Donald shouted at me. As he said that, I finally regained a sense of situational awareness, seeing that I was now completely nude, on my knees and my towel like 4 feet away from me.
He then grabbed me by the arm, pulled me up and turned me around, running his greasy hands across my back, under the cup of my breasts and along my butt crack and pussy lips. I was now being molested by my landlord but also realized that I’m in no position to really do anything about it.
“You come over to my place later tonight, at around 6pm, and we’ll discuss this matter then”. I nodded my head in agreement as he left.
Later that evening, I came over to his place; dressed in a black sleeveless top, black denim short short, fishnet stocking, black Sketcher shoes and a tattoo choker necklace around my neck (this is generally still how I dress to this day). After knocking on his door, he opened it, grabbed me by the arm, pulled me in and sat me down on the couch. Despite being a sleaze of a person, he lived in a decently clean, suburban home.
To cut the conversation short, he basically told me that he found a solution to my rent problem and that it was he was going to evict me. My heart dropped as I heard this as a sense of “what the fuck am I going to do now” just set in on me. Donald then went on to say that he instead will be offering me to move in with him, rent free with a room of my own, but I must prepare dinner and breakfast for him, clean his house and sexually “service” him anytime I am at his place.
As fucked up as this seemed, this was basically what I was expecting him to offer me anyway, but given that the only other option for me at the time was eviction and basically living out in the streets or couch surfing with multiple bags worth of belongings I need to bring around with me, I didn’t have much of a choice. A bright side to this is that me not having to actually worry about rent would mean that I get to actually have more money for myself.
I agreed to his demands and as he started going down the details of what he expects me to do and wear (basically be naked or wear “sexy” clothing while I’m in his house), I could also see him getting hard off of the idea that he basically just got a new human fucktoy to live with him. I could even see him touching and rubbing himself through the fabric of his jeans.
As he stopped talking, he told me to stand up and undress myself in front of him. I began by hurriedly pulling down my stockings and shoes but he then said “No. Pull them (my stockings) back up and do it again slowly”.
As requested, I took in a deep breath and began to more slowly pull down my short shorts, and stockings, removing my shoes and pulling my sleeveless top over my head. I was now down to my black floral lace pattern panties and my black sports bra.
As I started removing my bra, Donald got up, slipped his fingers down by underwear, fingering me and causing me to breath in heavily as I asked him to “please stop”.
He then slapped me across the face, ripped away my panties which (which hurt like fuck) and lifted me over his shoulders, carrying me into his bedroom and throwing my now naked body down on his bed. He then started undressing and ordered me to spread my legs open, which I did.
He then climbed on top of me, kneeling down with his hairy AF balls and cock over my face and demanded that I start sucking on them. As he ordered, I started sucking on each of his balls for about 5 minutes as tears and mascara starting to run down my face again. He then grabbed my throat, forcing my mouth wide open as he stuck his 5½ inch long cock into my mouth and started throat fucking me. This went on for about another 10 minutes as I felt his cock get harder and bigger inside my throat, causing me to gag.
Donald then pulled out of my mouth grabbed me by my breasts and lined up his cock down at the opening of my still dry pussy. I asked him if he had any lube but before I could even finish my request, he thrust his hard cock up into my tight pussy, hurting me and causing me to yell out in pain as he went in dry.
As he continued fucking me, my pussy started clenching, getting wetter and my screams started dying down. This was my body adjusting to the situation I was in. After 7 to 10 minutes, Donald then started picking up the pace again, ending in him letting out a loud moan as he shot his warm cum deep inside me.
Donald then pulled out of me, grabbed me by the neck and made me lick him clean. As I wrapped my lips around the base of his cock and my tongue licking underneath and around his still hard cock, I could feel his cum now dripping out of my abused cunt.
As Donald got up he exclaimed, “I expect breakfast at 7:30am in the morning, if you’re not going to be home by 6pm, I expect you prepare me my dinner before you leave and from now on, you call me master, do you understand”, to which I replied, “Yes master”. With that he was done for the night and left his room as I laid there in a state of shock of what just happened.
Over the next few weeks and months, my daily routine at his place would be me preparing his breakfast, his dinner (if I wasn’t going to be home that night) and doing general house work. While I was at his house, I would only wear a black lace corset crop top and a new black thong with floral lace. Other times, I’d simply just go naked as he demanded.
Over the next 6 months of me living with him, I was at his call and beckoning, “servicing” not only him but also his friend anytime he wanted it or even when his gambling buddies wanted it.
For example, once when I was vacuuming his living room naked, I was bent down on the ground trying to vacuum underneath the tables, when I felt him kneel down, behind me. I then felt his hard, erect cock pressing against the entrance of my pussy. He then started fucking me from behind, grabbing my hair with one hand, pulling my head back, while I continued to vacuum.
As he was about to climax, he pulled out of me, flipped me on my back and shot his hot cum directly over my face with his cum running down from my hair, to my face and down to the top of my breasts. I then had to suck him clean as he expected it of me every time he’s finished.
Another time, I was in my room nearly asleep when he and his three friends, all drunk, entered my room, tore off my nightie and dragged me, still half asleep to the living room. Before I knew it, I was bent over a foot stool as one of his friends unzipped his pants, took position behind me as his stuffed his cock into my sore and still dry pussy. As my pussy was being violated by the man behind me, I was made to suck off Donald and when the man in my pussy finished inside of me, Donald took his place, while another one of his friends got in front of me, and made me lick and suck him off.
Not only did I have to fuck my landlord but also his friends and at times, when Donald would lose a game to one of his gambling buddies, rather than pay him in cash, he’d let the winner take me to his house for the night.
Before Donald evicted me from my apartment and had me move in with him, I was still sexually inexperienced, having only been with three boys and one girl since I was in high school. However, since moving in with him, I was used and fucked in so many ways, not only by Donald but also by so many different men as well.
I soon figured that Donald used me, and a two of his other female tenants who were behind on their own rent, to pay off his debts.
Donald was a bit of a lonely person, so after the fourth or fifth month of me living with him, he started taking me out to dinner dates, out for walks by the Docklands and weekend vacations to his beach house in Torquay. Basically, he was starting to treat me as a wife or girlfriend which honestly, felt more disgusting to me that just being fucked by him.
When November came around, my OE in Australia had finished, so I packed up and moved back to the States. Donald seemed to have forgotten that I was just doing a year abroad for my studies, he probably thought me living with him would be a permanent fixture (something that I simply just didn’t bother correcting him on) and was visiting his brother in Perth when I left. I didn’t even bother calling him. I just wrote him a letter saying that my OE has ended and I was leaving back for the States.
I never really heard from him directly after that but a few of my Aussie friends who did know about him and knew the situation I was in said that he freaked out as he basically had nobody now to use or even be with. I’d feel sorry for him if he was a bit nicer to me but he wasn’t so, yeah.