She insisted on resisting!

Now, I'm not an unreasonable man, but I've got to earn a loving; sorry, I mean, earn a living. If I let people off paying rent, I'm all the poorer financially and my overall standard of living takes a hit. That means I can't go out as often as I'd like to, drink as much as I want to or dress as nattilly I'd wish. In other words, I suffer inconveniences. It therefore seems reasonable to me that a measure inconvenience should be endured by the person I'm granting a non-paying favour to. Wherefore, I personally don't think it unreasonable that I should be able to take my pleasure with my non-paying guest whenever I fancy it, irrespective of what they may be doing at the time. All this is explained when the suggestion of sex for rent is first made. I explained it to Mary, or Maria, or whatever her name was - and she nodded.

Now, in my book, nodding signifies agreement but in her case, it was a qualified agreement in that she had a proposition of her own to put forward. She proposed that she be allowed to silently resist me so that she'd have to be taken by ****. Generally speaking, I'm not a big fan of hard physical labour but since Mary, or Maria, or - fuck it, let's just call her M - since she was a five foot nothing mere slip of a girl, I couldn't see overpowering her as being much of a problem. Besides, it would be pretend **** and that idea excited me VERY much. So much so that I wanted to attack her straight away, but then she argued that for a truly authentic **** experience for us both, I'd have to burst in on her and take her by surprise. I could see her point and so pit my **** on pause. M promised not to scream but by all other means, she'd seek to defend herself. This all seemed pretty reasonable and as I've already said, I'm a reasonable man. I therefore agreed to M's suggestion and left, thinking I'd struck a good deal with her in as much as she'd agreed I could '****' her anytime I liked.

The following day though, I wasn't so sure. I mean, what if she proved to be spectacularly good at defending herself? For all I knew, she could be a ninth dan black belt at some martial art or other. But the demure way she'd blushed and kept her eyes to the floor as we'd discussed the 'sex or eviction' question in no way hinted that she might turn out to be a tigress-like ninja warrior. We'd agreed I wouldn't beat her beyond the odd slap but no agreement had been made about what she might do to me.

This was disconcerting. Just what was I going to burst in on? What did I really know about this girl? I knew she was small, dark, beautifully formed and financially embarrassed and up for a fuck, but that was all I knew. I decided that for safety's sake, I needed to know more about her before I risked proceeding with our arrangement.

Therefore, come mid morning when she'd be sure to be at the University, I let myself into her room. As a landlord, I had a perfect right to do this run-of-the-mill thing in order to check that all was in order; but as a pervert, I tingled all over with the excitement of being very naughty indeed. I therefore spent some time doing the usual pervy things we perverts do. I sniffed her toiletries, I mauled the contents of her underwear draw and imagined me fondling such garments with her inside them. Then I found the folder.

It was partially buried in her t-shirt drawer and was full to bursting with her writings. I started to read the folder's contents and discovered them to form a loose leafed diary. On the very top page, she'd faithfully recorded our conversation of the previous day and how she was looking forward to my forcefully ravishing her, just like daddy used to do. She'd written of how much she missed being daddy's little slut: how sorry she was that she'd accidentally killed him and hoped I'd punish her for her sins as she deserved to be punished.

M was clearly a very broken soul with a sexy little body she was willing to offer for me to ****, just as her dad had done. There was no threat to me for here was most perfect victim imaginable. A victim who actually wanted to be victimised. One who'd resist but had every intention of losing the fight. I have to admit, not knowing how she'd accidentally managed to kill her father (and gotten away with it) was a tad unnerving, but hey, anyone can have an accident! She hadn't meant to kill him so in my book, that made her relatively innocent.

On the spot, right then and there, I decided that I'd take this sad, lonely, little miss innocent and screw her until she called me "daddy" that very night. My god, if she accepted me as a surrogate abusive father, maybe I could take her home with me, enslave her and thus have her handy to shag anytime I wanted. I could even use her to get other financially compromised female students seeking accommodation to come to me and, if necessary, help hold them down while I "accommodate" them. Oh yes, I had big plans for this little girl and I felt my cock stiffen as I meditated on them. Taking a silky pair of panties from M's underwear drawer, I undid my jeans and after covering my engorged member with a single layer of the thin, translucent, pink and smoothly slippy material, wanked till the pink suddenly darkened as my spurts of cum soaked through the material, just as it would soak into her most intimate inner places, once I'd recovered my energy and replenished my balls with fresh man slime. To this end, on my journey home, I bought a dozen oysters to have for lunch. I hand washed the panties and tumble dried them so I might slip them back in their appointed draw when M wasn't looking. Not because I was ashamed of the pervy thing I'd done, but because of the shame I'd feel as a result of my committing the worst sin of all: being found out!