Erika was a freshman at the local college and rented my one-bedroom basement apartment for $3,000 a month. Normally I wouldn't rent to a college student, nonetheless a college freshman since they're usually strapped for cash. But a family member knew her family from church and vouched for her, so hesitantly I agreed to rent to her.
The first time I met Erika I was smitten. Her perfect smile and soft voice mesmerized me. I almost agreed to let her live rent free. The day I met her she wore a tight pink "JUICY" v-neck tee-shirt with a low neckline, and blue denim skirt. The pendant of her necklace kept swinging back and forth and sometimes got caught between her cleavage. I had such a hard time staying focused.
The deal was simple: rent was $3,000 she was the only one allowed to stay, she kept the place clean, no parties, no overnight visitors (unless her parents came to visit). I asked her how she could afford the rent since it was pretty high for a college student. She said she got a job at a restaurant called Twin Peaks and her parents would help with the rest.
That was 6 months ago.
Over the course of 6 months not much had changed, the warm weather started getting a little cooler which meant soon Erika would stop wearing tight, revealing clothes. Erika was good tenant, if she wasn't at school or studying she was at work. She didn't appear to have much of a social life, which surprised me seeing how unbelievably hot she was. I was afraid scores of men would be hovering around my house.
Every time she came to pay the rent it was a welcome gift for me. I always cherished that day. Not because she would give me money, but because she'd come dressed in something short and tight but always sexy. I started to freshen up myself just for that. First time she wore tank top and short-shorts, second time a halter top and skirt. Last month was her Twin Peaks uniform. Tight spandex shorts that hugged her thighs and upper leg snugly, and a yellow tee-shirt with a very low neckline. I've been Twin Peaks many times and the owners had a habit of hiring young college girls with great assets. Last month Erika a little short with the rent and said she'd make it this month, so I said OK. Of course I was distracted trying to catch a few peaks of her cleavage and thinking how badly I wanted to rip open that shirt and titty-fuck her.
This month, however, she didn't come by with the rent. I didn't wanna bombard her and ask her so I let a few days go by. A week had gone by and still no Erika. This bothered me.
One day I hear the side door open and saw Erika come inside carrying loads shopping bags. I walked over to help her. She smiled, thanked me and handed me a few Coach, Macys, Uggs and other high retail shopping bags. I carried them downstairs for her and asked her if we can talk. She said she'd be right upstairs after she freshened up.
An hour later Erika strolls upstairs. From her damp hair, fresh coat of lipstick and mascara it was obvious she had stepped into the shower. She was wearing a white buttoned down shirt with the top two buttons undone, and the button of her shirt tied into a knot. Once again her cleavage was visible and the dolphin belly button ring looked polished. She also wore blue tight cut-off denim shorts. Man, I wanted to fuck her so badly.
She smiled at me and I almost forgot why I asked her upstairs.
"Hey you wanted to see me?" she simply asked sitting down on the couch adjacent to where I was sitting.
"Yeah, I wanted to ask about the rent. It's been almost a week," I said.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I meant to stop by but got so busy that it slipped my mind," she said. Her soft-blue eyes focused directly into my brown eyes.
"No big deal. It happens," was all I could muster up.
She smiled, got up, reached into her tight denim shorts and pulled out some money.
She was even awesome taking money out of her pockets!
She sat back down, and reached forward to hand me the money. I reached forward to meet her halfway. As I grabbed the money I looked down and got a peek down her white blouse. With the top two buttons undone and her reaching forward, I got a much better angle of her cleavage. I could see was wearing a lace bra.
I sat back up and counted the money and said, "this is only two hundred. The rent is three thousand plus one thousand from last month."
"Yeah I know. I'm sorry I'm a little short this month also."
"Well, you're not a little short but more like can't pay the rent this month..."
"They cut my hours at work and my folks had some extra expenses on their end so they can't help me as much," Erika said.
This made me a little uneasy. We are talking about a lot of money here.
"I sympathize, I really do. But I have expenses also. It's one thing to be short and make it up the following month but another to not pay at all."
Amazing how she can't pay the rent and I feel like an ass for not being OK with that.
"I'll pay next month, I swear."
"I'm sorry Erika but I can't do that. You owe me 3,800 today and if you can't pay next month then the balance raises to 6,800. I know it's tough to be a college student. Why don't I call your parents and see if we can work something out?" I offered.
All of a sudden she became white as a ghost. She eyes widen, she swallowed hard and shifted in her seat.
"Call my parents? Oh God, no, please don't call them. Please. Why can't we work something out instead?"
She was genuinely terrified of me calling her parents. I was puzzled, then it hit me. Maybe she wasn't really strapped for cash. After all, she just came home with handful of bags from very expensive retail stores. She uses top named brand products. Maybe she her parents were helping her but she was using the money for other things. Maybe she didn't want her parents to find out.
This just got interesting.
"Why wouldn't you want me to call your folks? Didn't they say they'd help out?"
Erika let out a sigh and said, "Look, I appreciate the concern and all. But I prefer you don't call my folks. I am eighteen, legal and in charge of my own life. I prefer we work something out instead."
I collected my thoughts, and with every second that passed Erika's expression became priceless. My eyes glanced downwards at the unbutton portion of her blouse and then further down to her smooth silky legs.
"How would we work something out?" I asked, very cautiously.
Erika smiled, her expression softened and she got up, walked over and sat on the coffee table directly in front of me. She leaned forward and said, "I see the way you look at me. I can practically read your thoughts..."
"What're my thoughts saying?"
"C'mon, I may be a blond, but I'm not dumb. I see the way you look at me. Sometimes I feel like you're going to slam me against the wall, rip off my clothes and fuck me hard."
"You're right. Sometimes I do wanna slam you against the wall, rip off your clothes and fuck you repeatedly. Where we going with this?"
"What if I let you do that?"
"In exchange for the rent, right?"
"Yup," Erika said smiling.
"You realize that would be a 3800 dollar fuck, right? Kinda steep don't you think?"
"What?"
"You owe me 3800 dollars. A one time fuck isn't exactly economic."
"You wanna fuck me twice? Three times? How many times?"
"The question isn't how many times, Erika, but more like for how long."
"I don't understand."
"I don't wanna fuck you here or there. I wanna fuck you over and over, repeatedly, nonstop for however long as I want. You owe one months rent and part of last month's rent. You don't want me to call your folks which makes me wonder why, but I don't give a damn about that. What I do care about is how you can afford top brand products but can't pay your rent. I just don't want to fuck you, I want to FUCK you."
Erika sat there silently, so I continued,"I'm intrigued by your offer, even a little excited. But the counter offer is real simple. In exchange for the rent, you become my slave."
"Slave??"
"Yes, sex slave."
I just sat there staring at her as the term 'sex slave' hung in the air. For the first time I didn't melt around her, but felt powerful over her. If she truly didn't want her parents to know about this, she had no choice but to accept my offer.
"What will I have to do as a sex slave?" Erika asked finally.
"Whatever I want. Anything I want. Anywhere I want. However I want. Anytime I want."
She didn't say anything.
"As my sex slave I own you. I can make you do whatever my fantasy is and you obey. Disobey and I punish you," I clarified futher.
"OK. I will be your sex slave," she said out loud, in quiet mutter she said,"anything is better then the alternative."
"Let the games begin," is all I said, "Go stand over there."
I pointed to the middle of the living room. She hesitantly got up and walked over there. Once there I ordered her to strip down to her underwear. Erika started unbuttoning her shirt. With each button undone my heartbeat went faster. I was afraid I was going to wake up from this awesome dream. With the last button undone she removed her shirt slowly and flings it on the floor, then she unbuttons her denim shorts and slides her fingers in her shorts and pulls her shorts down, slowly. Once the shorts hit the floor she steps out of them and kicks them aside.
Erika was now standing in the middle of my living room in a white lace bra and matching almost transparent white thong.
She was so incredibly hot.
"Let's go over some rules. Only saying this once. Break any rule and you will be punished."
Erika started at me blankly.
"Rule number one, you will address me as master at all times."
"Master?" she replied.
"That's rule one."
"Master," she says.
"Rule number two, unless told otherwise, you will wear nothing but a bra and panties inside this house.
