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 sleep. 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 family 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 cakes with him. To be honest, I had not eaten anything since the previous evening so I accepted with pleasure.
We talked a bit of many different things while eating and suddenly in the conversation, he asked me :
“I see you must be a serious student but I m surprised to see that you spend all the time you are not at university here. Why don’t you go out at week-ends or evenings ? It is not good to be on your books all the time. You should take time to enjoy your youth too. Else, I m afraid you could regret it later”
I had no reason to be distrustful so I admitted to him that all my money was going into the rent, the school and the food and that I could not afford to spend a single dollar for my entertainment.
He looked at me in silence a moment and finally said :
“Well, I did not know u had such difficulties to live and I have seen you make the maximum to pay the rent. Maybe we can find an arrangement”
I looked at him, a bit surprised and then he said :
“ I have lost my wife since a while now. And to be honest, when she was alive, she was doing all the housework and the meals.” In a timid smile, he added “I have really never been very interested in these tasks; maybe if u accepted to cook for me and clean a bit the house I can buy the food for both of us. It is not much but it could help u.”
Of course, to be honest, just having the food for free was not much for cleaning the house and making the meals. But he was right, at least I would be sure to eat every day and the money saved could allow me to buy the necessary without the stress of the end of each month.
So I accepted and after that, I made all the meals, ate with him every evening and at week-ends, I was spending few hours to wash the dishes, clean the floor and the furniture. Most of times, while I was cooking or cleaning the room, he was just there on his sofa, faking to be watching tv. But when i was busy at the opposite part of the room, I could often feel his eyes moving from the screen to my ass. When we were dining, I could sometimes see his eyes going on my boobs for less than a second and then returning to my face or his plate. I did not do anything to encourage that and no! I was not wearing clothes that could excite him. One other thing, his bedroom was just downstairs from mine and sometimes at night when I was studying late, I could hear noises that I had no doubts about : he was masturbating in his bed but well, he was alone so I was not shocked at all.
The situation stayed like that during a month. From times to times, when we were eating, he was complimenting me about that I was a cute young girl etc but I always said thank u and changed subject.
PART 2 : FIRST STEP
One day, I was cleaning the furniture as usual. As usual, he was watching tv. But that time, I saw he was clearly looking at my body without any shame instead of just making short looks. He said :
“You are really a cute girl with a stunning body. I think we must change the rules in this house for the future.”
I stopped what I was doing and looked at him trying to understand what he meant.


He said :
“ You excite me much and that since the first day you came here. And that’s why u can sleep here right ? But as I watch u moving, I think it is a shame u still wear these jeans or sportswear stuff that are not sexy at all. Now I want you to wear only sexy clothes when you are at home. “
Of course I was shocked. I thought of how I could escape from that request. I finally said :
“All I have is on me. I don’t have means to buy other clothes”
I was satisfied of my answer but he immediately found the parade just as if he had prepared that discussion for long.
“That’s not a problem. Tomorrow it will be solved”
Then I went in my room and had a bad night wondering what was going to happen. The next day I stayed quite late at university cause I did not want to return home but at a point I realized I had to go.
I opened the door, praying for he would not be there and I could go directly to my room but he was standing there with a packet in his hand. He said :
“here is your present baby. Take it, get dressed, and come back to cook cause it is late and I am very hungry”
I went to my room with the packet and opened it. There was too stuff : a very short skirt and a quite large t-shirt. Well I had no choice so I put them on. The skirt was so short that it just covered my ass and at any single move, it showed my pants. At the opposite, the t-shirt was too big for me with a wide cleavage : so each time I was bending over to take something, it was showing my bra. Obviously, is sure that he had not bought these stuff in a clothes shop but in a sexshop.
I came back down to the kitchen ashamed as never. He was staying there in this sofa, watching me with a great smile. I tried to limit my moves but while I was cooking I realized that anyway I had to move and each move was showing my pants to him. I was trying to concentrate on what I was doing but I could not ignore that he was just behind me looking at my pants, my ass. When I finished preparing the meal, I turned back and I saw him, with his cock in his hand, masturbating in front of me with no shame, looking at me. I turned eyes and went to eat. He was behind me but I could hear him wanking. After a while he came at the table and we ate in a heavy silence. Then, I went to wash the dishes and prepared to go upstairs to my room. As I was putting my foot on the first step of the stairs, he called me and said loud :
“That was very nice babe… But there seems to be something in the new rules that u did not understand. If I bought you these stuff, it is for I can see your parts, not to see your grandmother style underwear. So i bet I must precise things : By tomorrow, the underwear are PROHIBITED in this house”.
I turned back and could see the evident self satisfaction on his face. My face turned red and I shouted :
“Go hell!!! I won t show u my ass and pussy!!!!!!!!”
With a scaring calm he answered :
“ok; up to you. Think about it. Tomorrow, either you accept my proposition, or u will have to pack your luggage and leave the room. Anyway, I won’t have difficulties to find somebody else to rent the room. But I must admit I will regret that sexy slutty body”
I ran to my room and cried a big part of the night. I had no solution, no other place to go. Would I be forced to give up my studies and go back to my village ? And how could I explain that to my parents ? They saw I had good marks, I told them I was working in a mac Donalds to pay the bills. How could I explain a sudden giving up my studies ?
When I woke up, I got ready quickly and prepared to go at university. When I came down the stairs, he was there blocking the way to the door. He said :
“So what did you decide ? Must I call an agency for they find me someone else for the room ?”
I realized I was caught. In a breath, I said with coming tears in my eyes :
“ ok! I accept rules. Anyway, I have no choice”.
I saw a satisfaction smile on his face and he moved to let me go out. When I crossed him, he did put suddenly his hand on my ass and told :
“Study well baby girl. Tonight, I think I m gonna have an anatomy lesson too”.
Must I say I had a very bad day and could not concentrate on my studies of all day ? As the previous day, I stayed late at the library but at a point, I had to go back to the apartment. I tried to convince myself that it was not so bad; after all, many girls worked in strip clubs in the city. I had heard that some girls at the university did suck cocks in the toilets to get a little money or even got fucked by teachers to get good marks. Even some other girls were suspected to be escort or cam girls at night cause they looked always tired the morning. But well, I could not know if that was real or if it was rumors.
So I came home. It looked like I was alone. Nobody in the main room, no noises. I hurried up to my room and looked at the effects on my bed. Pfff after all… I removed my student clothes, my underwear and did put on the skirt and the t-shirt. I went to see myself in the mirror and felt I was really looking like a whore.
I listened and still heard no noise in the room. Maybe he had gone out. Maybe if I hurried up to cook and to eat, he would not be there and I could be back to my room before he is back. Then I would have escaped to him at least for today.
I came out my room, reached the stairs and … saw him down the stairs waiting for me. As he was downstairs, I immediately realized he had a perfect view on my nude pussy lips under that very short skirt. I came down totally ashamed while his eyes were not leaving my pussy. I came downstairs and took the direction of the kitchen. When I walked near him I could hear him saying in a whisper “Just fantastic”. I did not stop but could feel shortly his hand caressing my ass.
While I was cooking, I could feel him behind me all the time his eyes stuck on my ass not missing a single of my moves. When I turned back to bring the plates on the dining room table, I saw that he has his cock in his hands, caressing it softly : and his cock was hard. While I was preparing the table, he did not stop watching me still wanking harder.
We had dinner without a word. He was looking at me totally normally, and as I could not watch him because I was feeling so humiliated, I kept my eyes in my plate. Then I went wash the dishes while he moved to his sofa and I could feel again his eyes on my butt. When I had a look at him, I saw him with his cock in his hand again. I was going to the stairs when he called me :
“There is something very interesting now on TV. You should come and sit here close to me and have a look”.
The way he said “You SHOULD” did not let any doubt it was not a proposition. It was an obligation. So I shyly moved next to him and sat down near him. I tried to cross my legs high but he looked at me right in the eyes and I understood without a word. I uncrossed my legs and opened them a bit. He still had his hard cock in one hand and he put the other on my boob. Ha caressed it softly with a satisfied smile on his face. He touched my tits, caressed it, and even did pay a bit with my areola. Still playing with his cock, he moved his other hand from my breast to the top of inside my legs. He moved little by little till he touched the entrance of my intimacy. He caressed softly, just grazing my pussy lips. He did continue that during like 10 minutes, probably just waiting for a reaction on my face, but never tried to insert his fingers inside my pussy hole. After a while, he said :
“ Now, stand up, come just in front of me and bend over that I can see your pussy better”.
So I did. I went just in front of him, standing with my legs spread and bent over. Now he had a perfect view on my ass and my pussy a bit opened. I stayed like that without a word. I could hear the sound of his hand wanking his cock just behind me.
After a few minutes that I felt lasted hours, he just said :
“Ok now u go can go! It was perfect. We gonna have much fun together”.
I ran to my room feeling so bad and went directly to bed. As I could not sleep, later at night, I could hear noises in his room. AS I told before sometimes I could hear him wanking in his room. But that night, it was different. I did not hear just the moves of someone who his caressing his cock; this time the sound was harder, he was not just wanking, he was literally pounding hard on his bed like if there was a girl under him. And I did not have doubts about who the girl he was thinking of fucking was. I started to cry low but at the same time, my fingers went to my pussy and I felt that I was a bit wet.
That’s how it became a routine. Each day, I was coming back from University. I was putting on my slutwear and u was going to do my “service”. Sometimes I just had him watching me, sometimes I had to pose in dirty positions, sometimes he was touching, sometimes not, sometimes I could hear him fuck his bed after.
The next week, when I went back to my room, I found a box on my bed. Inside it, a pair of high heels, stockings and garters but no pants, no bra, no top, no skirt. That became my second costume to walk naked home.
About each week, I found a new packet on my bed. Once, it was a jean but with a difference with the ones I usually did wear : this one has not holes on the knees or on the legs but all the part between the legs had been cut. It was with a bra that was pushing up the boobs but was letting them nude.
Then came other stuff: a latex short dress with the boobs visible, a total fishnet dress, a maid dress with the skirt opened at the back, a classy dress that I could attach in front and in back to keep it up, etc, etc.
Soon, I had more clothes that I ever owned but with that details that it was only stuff showing my parts and for that reason, I could never wear them outside.
I came to know that all the money I sent him for the rent was reinvested in the closest sex shops.
I really wondered (without any doubts actually) what and when would be the next rules.