HOW I CAME A YOUNG SLUT FOR OLDER MEN - Sex Stories

HOW I CAME A YOUNG SLUT FOR OLDER MEN

Education for becoming a young slut for older men. PART 1 : INTRODUCTION Many guys here are surprised when I say I prefer older men. And even more when I say MUCH OLDER men. That means not guys 5-10 years older than me but guys other 50. So I think I should tell u how became that attraction for becoming an old perv’s fuckdoll. It happened after I finished highschool and got the opportunity to go to University. I’m from a small town here so I had to move quite far from home to the capitol city. It means I had to find a place to sl**p. All the university’s low cost apartments were already busy since long. My parents did not have means to help me much; already, paying the school was hard for them and I did not want to ask them more. I thought I would find a student job in a restaurant or something to pay the rest. At that point, I must say I was not anymore a virgin; I had had a few boyfriends and of course some of them (3 actually) had managed to reach my bed but no I was not especially a depraved girl. So I started to look for a small room in town. I read announces in the newspapers, on the internet. I did visit many places but most of them were too expensive and even if not, the owners did not want to trust me because they were scared I could not pay the rent. Finally, just a few days before University started, I found a room to rent that was not too expensive. It was just a room and a small bathroom at an old guy but it was clean. The owner was a recently retired guy who ...

... had lost his wife few years ago and whose son had left home to live his life abroad. So the man had a room available at his home that he wanted to rent. I was surprised that he accepted my file without showing doubts about my capability to pay. The man looked kind, quiet, so I signed the contract before someone else would. He was old but he was quite tall, thin and in an apparent good physical condition. Few days after, I put my luggage in the train and moved to my new home. I started university and tried to find a job in restaurants, in bars, in evening shops but soon I had to accept that all the jobs available were already taken by the thousands of other students in my situation. After all, I could pay but I could not afford more things : no shopping in my free times, no restaurant, bar or clubbing with friends, and eating the cheapest food only. And of course no train tickets to go back to my f****y except for the 2 long vacations times in the year. Well I guess it is the situation many students with modest origins know here. At first times, I was leaving my life. I just met the man in the hall from times to times; our contacts were most of the times just “Hello, How are you? how is uni doing ? have a nice day, …”. Sometimes, at week-ends we talked a bit more, he was offering me a coffee. One Sunday afternoon, after a bit more than a month there, while I was once again in my room, he came knocking at my door. When I opened, he asked me if I wanted to have a coffee and a few ...