Hello,
I'm Sarah. I'm a university student. A student almost at the end of her second year at university.
I'm also quite sexually active - and not always from choice!
I was thrilled to be accepted to university - one sited away from home, in a town that is predominantly a 'university town'. I was naΓ―ve when I enrolled - and probably still am.
One of my first challenges was to find affordable accommodation. I was thrilled to be interviewed by Jim Baker, a local landlord who had some rooms and houses available to rent close to the university - and was even more thrilled to soon be offered a one bedroom apartment to rent.
I didn't realise it at the time, but Jim only interviewed young girls and the interview was 'profiling' applicants to identify those who might subsequently find they were unable to always pay the rent on time.
Jim expressed concern that I enjoy university, and indicated he would do everything to help me to do so. Once I had signed the lease he told me he had two daughters who had also been to university and, somehow, got around to asking me what contraceptive protection I had. When I indicated I would be relying on condoms he said "that's no way to be able to enjoy everything at university. I suggest you to go straight to the student medical service and ask for a contraceptive implant, get a receipt for the cost and give it to me, and you can deduct what you paid from your next fortnight's rent - that's the least I can do to welcome you to university, in exactly the same way that I ensured my two daughters had been on the Pill when they went to university."
What a marvellous gesture to a new student, I thought.
I had come to university underfunded. I had hoped to secure a steady job that would help pay my way through university, but knew from the start that earning money would have to become something of a priority. Mum and Dad are not well-off, and I have two sisters they also have to raise, so their contribution had to be minimal.
Jim explained that I was not the ideal risk for a landlord, but he said he liked me and was willing to give me a chance. He presented me with a 'take it or leave it' lease which stipulated that rent must be paid on time and in full each fortnight and that an appropriate penalty, acceptable to both parties, would be exacted if I failed to meet this condition (or the other conditions) of the lease. I asked him what this meant in practice and was told "it's not something you should worry about, because you will be paying the rent on time and in full every time."
Well, you can guess what happened. Towards the end of the first semester I had been partying and drinking a little too much, and I had been unable to find a regular job, so money was tight and I was unable to immediately pay one fortnight's rent.
When Jim came around to collect the rent and I didn't have the money, he reminded me of the penalty clause. "What did your Dad do when you were younger and failed to do things you had promised to do?" he asked.
"He'd give me a smack," I replied.
"Well, as a friendly warning, I'll just give you a smack on this occasion. Jeans off, bend over, and repeat 'I must pay the rent in full, on time, every time'."
And he laid his hand, fairly firmly, on my panties on my backside three times.
I got the message...
But early in second semester I again found I didn't have the money available when the rent was due to be paid.
"Jeans off, panties off this time, bend over, and repeat 'I must pay the rent in full, on time, every time.'...and next time that you don't, you can expect to receive something much more than a smack on your backside," he advised.
I was totally uncomfortable with this.
I pleaded to keep my panties on, but was told this was Jim's standard punishment for second-time defaulters, it was accepted by his other tenants, and "if I wasn't happy, I should pack my bags and leave the unit immediately."
So what choice does a girl really have?
I slowly dropped my panties whilst trying to shield my private parts from his view. I bent over, as instructed.
And my buttocks received five good whacks - plus a few gentle rubs (or, more properly, feels) between each whack - from Jim's hand on that occasion.
And, I was warned: the next time I didn't pay the rent I could expect to be 'penile-ised' - not just 'penalised'.
Of course, it was not too long before - for the third time - I had no money for Jim on rent collection day.
Jim explained that he needed the rent paid on time to meet mortgage commitments, indicated he would have no problem finding a tenant to replace me, and suggested I might now offer him a 'reward' to convince him that I should not be immediately evicted - which, on this occasion, meant stripping off and allowing him to give me a "damn good fuck."
This was again presented to me as a 'take it or leave it' proposition - with my immediately being evicted if I chose the latter.
I must admit, I was not a virgin. In fact, I had quite liked the sex with the guys who had previously penetrated me.
But this was the first time I had been coerced into providing sex, and I was not looking forward at all to having Jim's cock up my vagina...or Jim's cum deposited inside me...as a reminder of my lack of budgeting expertise.
But I had little choice.
If I wanted to sleep in my own bed that night, then I had to invite Jim to join me there first, and to accept his erection.
So I decided, if I was going to agree to his demands, I may as well do my best to enjoy the situation.
But I was also well-aware that, if Jim concluded - after he had entered and inseminated me - that I was a 'damn good fuck,' he would surely find reasons to be back demanding more.
From very much earlier in life, I had fully understood the sexual vulnerability of females. Friends had told me the only way to get ahead was to expect to have to 'screw your way up the organisation'...that if you didn't give guys what they wanted you would soon have a widely-known reputation for being 'frigid' or being 'a lesbian'...if you didn't perform well in bed, then guys would rapidly let their friends (and you!) know...and if you performed too often in bed, then you were a 'slut.'
And now I was experiencing exactly that female sexual vulnerability - at first hand, and probably with no other realistic choice.
Jim also suggested that if I had ongoing financial problems, he could help me overcome these by offering my availability - "providing you prove to be a good fuck tonight" - to his friends at $75 per time.
"So you are suggesting I prostitute myself?" I asked.
"No," he replied. "I'm suggesting you pay your rent on time, in full, every time."
So the "reward" I was giving him for my third late payment of rent began with him removing my clothes - my jeans, my shirt, my bra and, finally, my panties.
The way that Jim then gleefully looked at me made me think, for a few seconds, he had never seen a cunt or a pair of teenage boobs before. I hoped it just meant I was a good-look, standing there absolutely naked.
I think I have an attractive body - nicely rounded breasts, a shapely waist, not overweight nor underweight - which attracts its fair share of admiring glances whenever I am at the beach or the pool.
I don't rate the area between my legs as particularly attractive, although guys must think otherwise as they seem more-than-willing to look at it, to play with it, and to lick it. So overall I feel happy with what I've been given (and, equally, I'm happy when I'm feeling what I've been given!!).
Jim reiterated he was not punishing me. Rather I was recompensing him for my having failed to yet pay the rent - and he insisted that I now be as loving as possible and, in return, he would be as gentle as possible with me. He was, he explained, "not expecting a quicky, but a really rewarding fuck for being so patient with me."
So, naked...I was laid on my bed...and fondled...and kissed, as if I was doing Jim a huge favour.
His fingers or hands touched, felt, explored, probed places he really had no right to be exploring - my backside, my tits and nipples, my anus, my clitoral slit, my clitoris, my vagina.
Whilst his hands were roaming my body, Jim asked how often I had had sex. I told him that was none of his business.
Then he asked if I enjoyed sex. Again I replied that was none of his business - but I must have done so a little too brusquely.
He, in a friendly way, he then reminded me I was "rewarding" him, hopefully willingly, and that he could make things quite rough and unpleasant for me should he choose to do so.
So when he asked how I wanted to have sex - mentioning missionary, doggie, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and several other positions I had not previously heard of - I replied "missionary will be fine, this time," adding the "this time," not because I was expecting there would be a next time, but as a gesture of friendliness.
As all this was happening, Jim could soon feel that I was reacting and, involuntarily, getting noticeably damp.
So he positioned me, and his erection, so he could gently and slowly push down into my vaginal canal.
Once in, he held his manhood as far in as possible for a few moments and then started thrusting...rhythmically, just as a girl likes, and then with an increasing tempo and force.
Jim was obviously experienced - perhaps from being "rewarded" by more than a few of his tenants.
When he came I was delighted that he had earlier suggested I have that contraceptive implant, because now I could just enjoy the wetness he had shot into me without having to worry about possible future consequences.
I held him in for a while before allowing him to withdraw, signifying I had - somewhat, at least - enjoyed our conjugation.
Whilst re-dressing Jim remarked jovially to me "I have the answer to my two earlier questions: you DO enjoy having sex, and you've had it on many more than one occasion...so perhaps next time I should see how much you like taking it in the butter-churner position."