Student Days, My Rent And My Lovely Landlord

I was a foster kid and went from family to family throughout my childhood. Thankfully, I managed to get a good education and later a professional career.

Due to lack of support, I had to do all types of work, from barmaid to shredding confidential waste.

My student digs got condemned by the council, and I had to find a new place to live. I saw loads of really shit places that just made my heart sink. Then a friend came to see me with a proposition. She had just graduated and was leaving her apartment; she lived in a fantastic place that I’d visited quite a few times; however, I was confident there was no way I could afford it. When she told me the rent I couldn’t believe it, she had been paying a lot less than I for a condemned apartment! However, she warned me that I hadn’t heard all of it. A lovely widower owned the place, and if I wanted to live there, I would be expected to have sex with him once a month!!

I was shocked that my friend had been doing this for the last two years; however, she assured me he was gentle and respectful, plus the apartment was fantastic. I didn’t fancy the strings attached but decided to talk to him.

He was a lovely guy in his fifties; he and my friend seemed to be genuinely fond of each other; he even teared up when her leaving was discussed. I decided what the hell; women have been selling it for centuries and for considerably less than this. The rent was due to be paid on the first of each month, both the pounds and the payment in kind.

I moved in and loved the place; it was total luxury. The first of the month came around way too quickly, though!! I was dreading the visit that evening, so I had a few stiff drinks.

He called at nine in the evening and was dressed very smartly; he also had a bottle of champagne, chocolates and flowers. He asked if I was hungry and called for a Chinese to be delivered. He asked me so many questions, and in the end, I gave him my tragic life story. He looked genuinely emotional and was so sympathetic. We ate, drank and talked; I liked his old school manner. By the time we started kissing, it felt like a date; trust me, I’d been on a lot worse.

The sex was slow, and holy fuck did Joe know what he was doing. He was so respectful and gentle. He had an average length cock, although it was very thick, which was lovely. I enjoyed myself, and as I’d gone over a year since my last lover, I enjoyed it. At the end of the evening, he said he was moved by my story and had enjoyed himself so much that I could stay rent-free. He gave me back the money I’d given him, which was kind.

Over the next few months, I got to looking forward to paying the rent; they were like dates. After about six months, I would even call to see him and ask if I could pay the rent early. I wasn’t in love or anything, but I loved the way this real gentleman treated me. I started to have the best orgasm’s ever; real toe-curling explosions. I think I also really got off on being used for sex. I’d never really thought I was a submissive, but the relationship had that quality to it.


Even though Joe made me feel like a real lady, I felt like a bit of a slut, and I liked the feeling. I knew some of my girlfriends were into the whole daddy scene; I knew he would have hated that though, but that’s how I felt when I was with him. When he would slowly fuck me with his fat gentleman’s cock sliding in and out of me, in my head, I would be screaming, “fuck me, daddy” I even let him make love to me bareback towards the end of my tenancy.

When I graduated, I got a job in the city and left my lovely apartment. Joe was very upset, and we spent the last week together. It was enjoyable, museums, parks, expensive restaurants and of course sex every night.

So there you go, that’s my confession.