Recently started 2nd year of uni and moved into my own place which is amazing as it’s my first time living away from home. It’s a studio apartment with an en suite in a tower block of similar units designed for students but privately owned. Enter Gary, the aging, grey hairs, pot bellied, wire framed spectacled landlord who showed me around and was extra friendly. I figured I was a festish for him, I typically am for older guys, I’m half Chinese and half my hair is blue and I’m petite and thin so I lot of comparisons get drawn. If I was a cosplayer I’m sure I’d do well.

Anyway a few days in my nympho brain is tickling me, it had been a few days celibate which is long for me and I’ve got a head a bit fucked up to the point where I get off on the shame of enjoying sex with people I shouldn’t. Bad men, old men, fat men, rude men, ugly men, if it’s taboo I’m fucking into it.

Gary had found an excuse to check in a couple times now and I decided to give him another. I called him to say my washer wasn’t working and didn’t have any clothes (couldn’t help myself) and needed help. He was up pretty sharpish and I just wore a silk robe that’s pretty see through if it’s pulled tight over the body.

When he was looking at the unbroken washer I let it fall open and waited for him to turn round. Basically gave him a look that said now or never and nearly gave the man a heart attack. He quickly recovered and a couple minutes later we were making out with me sat in his lap naked while he still wore his overalls and his hands exploring everywhere.

I let him take me from behind on my bed until I came screaming and then finished him off in my mouth. Couple weeks later now he comes round maybe twice a week and I ride his cock and call him daddy while he spanks me. We’ve also fucked a couple times in the maintenance cupboard with me pinned against the wall.