Back in 2011, I was doing a year of my studies at Monash University as division of my OE in Melbourne, Australia. During this time, I also had a parttime job earning AU $ 310.2 per workweek and living alone at an flat which cost me AU $ 200 per week. This apartment was also the flashy I could find ending to my campus at the time, but with 64 % of my wage going towards snag and also having to pay for early costs such as intellectual nourishment, electricity, cyberspace, phone, etc, I found myself constantly being behind on my economic rent as often clock time, when I do pay my split, it's only one-half or a fraction of what I meant to pay my landlord. There were also a number of calendar week where I simply didn't pay tear and was basically running off excuses and IOUs at this point.

At the clip, I was 22 class old, I already had a few tattoos on my back and pegleg, 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's-breadth, gray eyes and typically dressed in black emo/punk dress. 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 older year of high school. That said, some of my illusion 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 sometime landlord ) came barging in. After not paying my landlord the split last week and only partially paying it the week prior to that, Donald was pissed and essentially scolding me for being tardily on my rent again and underpaying him. After only having paid him partially ( or not at all ) for the go 4 months I've been living here, my IOUs were basically worthless at this level. Donald was a 44 year old man, twice divorced ( and still divorced last I saw him ), heavy and with dreary Brown curly hairsbreadth. Donald was a nail sleaze of a person.

The next 20 proceedings were basically him shouting at me and threatening to sound off me out of my office and me basically, pacing around back and Forth River frantically, begging him not to evict me as I basically had nowhere to go. I wasn't particularly close to any of my class fellow 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 chinchy apartment like properly now.

With tears and mascara running down my case, I pleaded with him some more begging him to just let me continue, offering to pay my deficiency of rent by cleaning his star sign for him, cooking him dinner, etc. While I was doing this, I didn't posting that my towel has completely fallen off as I was too much in a nation of panic and being overwhelmed ( not only with the idea of being evicted and where to stay, but also over the examination and naming I had coming up soon ), I did not even pull in I was now basically on my knees naked in front line of him.

"Stand up"Donald shouted at me. As he said that, I finally regained a sentience of situational consciousness, seeing that I was now completely nude person, on my genu 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 spinal column, under the cup of my breasts and along my butt fling and pussy sass. 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 blank space later tonight, at around 6pm, and we'll discuss this matter then ”. I nodded my mind in agreement as he left.

Later that evening, I came over to his post ; dressed in a opprobrious sleeveless top, black denim myopic short, fishnet stocking, black-market Sketcher shoes and a tattoo neckband necklace around my neck ( this is generally still how I dress to this day ). After knocking on his doorway, he opened it, grabbed me by the arm, pulled me in and sat me down on the couch. Despite being a sleaze of a somebody, 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 force out 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 incite in with him, rent dislodge with a room of my own, but I must prepare dinner and breakfast for him, houseclean his house and sexually"religious 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 former option for me at the time was eviction and basically living out in the streets or couch surfing with multiple bags worth of belonging I need to convey around with me, I didn't have much of a choice. A brightly side of meat to this is that me not having to actually worry about rip would think of 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 have on ( basically be naked or fag"sexy"clothing while I'm in his theater ), I could also see him getting hard off of the idea that he basically just got a new homo fucktoy to be 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 place but he then said"No. Pull them ( my stockings ) back up and do it again slowly ”.

As requested, I took in a oceanic abyss breath and began to more slowly pull down my curt shorts, and stockings, removing my brake shoe and pulling my sleeveless top over my head. I was now down to my bleak flowered lace practice scanty and my black sport bra.

As I started removing my bra, Donald got up, slipped his digit down by underwear, fingering me and causing me to breath in heavily as I asked him to"delight stay ”.

He then slapped me across the face, ripped away my panties which ( which hurt like shtup ) and lifted me over his shoulders, carrying me into his sleeping room and throwing my now naked body down on his bed. He then started undressing and ordered me to spread my ramification loose, 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 clod for about 5 second as binge and mascara starting to run down my face again. He then grabbed my throat, forcing my mouth all-embracing open as he stuck his 5½ inch long cock into my rima oris and started pharynx fucking me. This went on for about another 10 minute of arc as I felt his dick get severely and larger inside my throat, causing me to gag.

Donald then pulled out of my mouth grabbed me by my white meat 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 severely cock up into my pissed kitty, hurting me and causing me to call out in pain as he went in dry.

As he continued fucking me, my kitty started clenching, getting wetter and my screech started dying down. This was my eubstance adjusting to the situation I was in. After 7 to 10 moment, Donald then started picking up the pace again, ending in him letting out a loud groan as he shot his warm cum deep inside me.

Donald then pulled out of me, grabbed me by the neck and made me clobber him plumb. As I wrapped my sassing around the foundation of his hammer 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 time, if you're not going to be home by 6pm, I expect you machinate me my dinner before you leave and from now on, you call me master, do you see ”, to which I replied,"Yes master ”. With that he was done for the night and left his elbow room as I laid there in a Department of State of shock of what just happened.

Over the next few hebdomad and calendar month, my daily subprogram at his place would be me preparing his breakfast, his dinner ( if I wasn't going to be home that nighttime ) and doing general firm work. While I was at his sign, I would only wear a black lace corset crop top and a new black thong with floral lace. former times, I'd simply just go naked as he demanded.

Over the side by side 6 calendar month 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 illustration, once when I was vacuuming his bread and butter room naked, I was turn away down on the background trying to vacuum underneath the tables, when I felt him kneel down, behind me. I then felt his heavy, upright stopcock pressing against the entrance of my pussy. He then started fucking me from behind, grabbing my hair with one hand, pulling my psyche back, while I continued to vacuum.

As he was about to climax, he pulled out of me, flipped me on my cover and shot his hot cum directly over my face with his cum running down from my hair, to my facial expression 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 clip, I was in my way nearly asleep when he and his three protagonist, all rummy, entered my elbow room, tore off my nightdress and dragged me, still one-half asleep to the living room. Before I knew it, I was bent grass over a fundament stool as one of his booster unzipped his pants, took position behind me as his stuffed his shaft into my sore and still dry pussy. As my slit was being violated by the man behind me, I was made to suck off Donald and when the man in my kitty finished inside of me, Donald took his position, while another one of his supporter 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 fall back a biz to one of his gambling buddies, rather than pay him in Johnny Cash, he'd let the winner take me to his house for the night.

Before Donald evicted me from my flat and had me incite in with him, I was still sexually inexperienced, having only been with three boys and one girl since I was in high school 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 split, to pay off his debts.

Donald was a bit of a lone mortal, so after the one-quarter or fifth month of me living with him, he started taking me out to dinner escort, out for walks by the Docklands and weekend holiday to his beach menage 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 Commonwealth of 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 subject field, 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 sidekick 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 admirer who did know about him and knew the billet 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 .