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 Author: SuperSarah
Title: Little Katie's Lecherous Landlord
Summary: Katie (13) is manipulated into sex with her mum's perverted
landlord
Keywords: Mf, M+f, MMf, oral, 1st, anal, virg, nc*, true, real, teen,
spank, humil

   My name's Katie, I'm 26 and work as a teacher at a lovely little primary
school in rural Derbyshire.  I'm single and share a house with a couple of
female friends, Rachel and Harriet.  Harriet is getting married next month
to her long-time boyfriend Charlie, so last week a bunch of us organised a
hen night for her out on the town in Nottingham.  We had a great time in
the pubs and clubs, nine twenty-something girls dressed up as slutty tarts
flirting with random guys and getting gradually more drunk and outrageous.
As the night wore on we inevitably got to talking about sex, and Rachel
dared everyone to reveal to the group how each of us lost our virginity. 
That's when the lies started.

   If I remember right, the score was five teenage boyfriends, two older
friends of older brothers, and one pervy cousin, with our blushing virgins
aged between 16 and 22 when they lost their cherry.  When it was my turn, I
felt the truth shrinking to an invisible speck inside me as all eyes turned
to me.  "What about you, Katie?  Who was it?!  How old?!  Where did you do
it?".  I knew the truth was too much for them to handle, so I lied fluently
and convincingly about sleeping with an imaginary boyfriend in my first
year at university, and felt relieved as the conversation moved on to
Harriet's plans for her wedding night.

   The truth I couldn't bring myself to tell them was that I lost my
virginity when I was barely 13 to a manipulative balding pervert in his
late forties who was also fucking my aunt.  Sometimes the truth just hurts.

   My parents were tragically killed in a car accident when I was 6 years
old, and I was adopted by my auntie Julie and uncle Richard.  Uncle Richard
had a good job and we lived in a lovely big house in the countryside.  When
Richard died suddenly of a heart attack when I was 11, his death hit me and
auntie Julie really hard, not least financially.  We were forced to move to
a tiny block of flats in the city centre, which was all Julie could afford
on the income from her job as a receptionist at a dental surgery in town.
Julie found the financial adjustment really tough, which I began to realise
on my 12th birthday when my only presents were some new shoes for school
and some cheap cosmetics that had been sent to her free in some credit card
promotion.  We were really struggling to make ends meet.  And then the
dental surgery closed and she lost her job.

   They say we have a welfare state in the UK, but it is actually
completely impossible to live any kind of life on state benefits.  A month
went by, and then three months, and Julie still hadn't found another job.
Not having a degree or any A levels made it very difficult to get any
interviews, even for a bright and attractive 37-year-old like auntie Julie.
She began to get depressed.  After six months I realised that she had been
using the monthly housing benefit money to pay for day-to-day essentials.
We started to fall badly behind with the rent.  It was just after Christmas
when she told me, sobbing and slightly drunk, that we owed four months rent
to our landlord, and he was threatening to evict us if we didn't make up
the debt by the end of January.  The situation seemed hopeless.  We both
cried ourselves to sleep that night.

   The landlord, Alan, lived on the top floor of our building.  He was a
slightly overweight and balding guy in his late forties who I always
thought was a bit seedy.  He would often give me a pervy wink when I saw
him in the lifts or doing maintenance around the building.  I guess he
thought he was giving me a cheeky wink, but something about the way he
looked at me made me feel uncomfortable and gross.  I kind of resented it
when Julie told me we had to clean up the flat because pervy Alan was
coming over tomorrow for a meeting about the rent.  I couldn't understand
why, when I came home from school the next day, she was all dressed up and
had even done her hair and make-up nicely like she always used to when
Richard was around.  She told me to smarten up my school uniform and sit at
the table with my school work so that Alan would get a really good
impression of us when he arrived.

   As the doorbell rang I was sitting at the table with my maths book and a
calculator, every inch the dedicated student.  Julie went to the door and
brought Alan into the living room.  She offered him a cup of tea and went
into the kitchen to make it while he came over to me and stood over me
leering at me and asking about my maths homework and how was I doing in
school, what did I want to be when i grew up etc.  He and Julie sat on the
sofa and I was told me to go to my room while they had their meeting. 
After about half an hour Alan left and Julie came into my room all smiles
and said that it was all going to be OK.  Alan had agreed to let us pay off
the debt over the next two years, as long as Julie sent all future housing
benefit money straight to him every month.  I was happy to see Julie
smiling again, and relieved that we wouldn't have to move out of the flat.

   It soon turned out that Julie didn't tell me the whole story.  More
lies. I worked out the true picture the following week when I came home
early from school, having been sick during lunch break.  I walked in the
front door to find Alan standing by the window with his jeans round his
ankles.  Auntie Julie was in front of him on her knees with her back to me,
obviously sucking his dick.  Alan was holding her head with both hands and
grunting as he fed his cock into her mouth.  He saw me come in and shot me
the filthiest grin I'd ever seen.  He moved round a little so I would see
his fat belly and crotch as he forced his thick hard cock deep into Julie's
throat until she started to choke and gag.  "Hello Katie", he sneered as I
stared at them in shock, "you're home early".  Julie turned and saw me,
pulled away from him and jumped to her feet blushing bright red and
shrieking at me to go to my room.  I was so embarrassed that I ran to my
room and slammed the door, jumping on my bed and sobbing into my pillow.  I
suddenly realised what sort of deal had been struck between my aunt and
Alan.  Watching her suck off that dirty old man's hairy cock made me feel
sick and so ashamed for her.  When she came into my room a few minutes
later to apologise, Julie couldn't even look me in the eye.  She didn't try
to explain.  I knew she definitely didn't fancy Alan (he's not what anyone
would call good looking), and that she had been reduced to some sort of
prostitute to keep a roof over our heads.  I felt so digusted and outraged
and deeply guilty, because I knew she was at least partly doing it for my
benefit.

   The following weekend Alan called round again and I was sent to my room.
I strained my ears for some clue as to what they were doing, but all I
could tell is that it didn't involve much talking, and lasted about fifteen
minutes.  After he had gone, Julie came and sat on my bed with tears in her
eyes.  "I'm so sorry, Katie", she said.  "We don't have a choice baby. 
It's his way or the highway, I'm afraid.  You do understand I have to do
this, for both of us, don't you, sweetheart?".  We had a good cry together
and I told her how sorry I was but that I understood and just wanted her to
be OK.  What I really wanted to scream was that it was so unfair to see a
beautiful intelligent woman like auntie Julie having to do dirty things
with an ugly, fat old pervert like Alan.  I had no idea at the time just
how unfair life can get.

   Julie made it very clear to me that I had to be polite to Alan whenever
he came round.  I hated the idea of being nice to the abuser that had
turned my aunt into a cheap whore, but for her sake I always tried to put
on a friendly face when he came knocking.  He soon realised that I knew
exactly what was going on, but instead of being embarrassed about it like
any decent human being would, he seemed more relaxed and began to stay
longer each time he visited, sometimes staying all evening and blatantly
groping Julie on the sofa while we watched TV.  From what I could hear from
behind my bedroom door, he was getting a lot more than just oral sex, and
Julie was sometimes getting some pretty rough treatment from her new
'lover'.  You can only begin to imagine how bad I felt listening to my
lovely aunt getting noisily spanked and called dirty names and carelessly
fucked by that gross old pervert.

   The Friday after my 13th birthday, Julie and I were having dinner and
she said she wanted to discuss something important with me.  As we sat at
the table she explained that she had a major problem with Alan, and we were
actually further behind on the rent than before because she had needed some
of the housing benefit to pay for food and bills each week.  She had been
'doing favours' for Alan for three months, but we were now five months
behind on the rent, and she said Alan was getting really impatient for his
money.  She said he had offered to let me do some dogsitting and other
household chores for him while he was out of town on Saturdays.  He was
prepared to pay me £100 for working 10am to 10pm.  Julie said she didn't
like asking me, but it was really good pay and would really help us solve
our money worries.  It was a lot of money, but I was really unsure about
the whole idea of having anything more to do with pervy Alan.  That entire
evening she tried to persuade me to take the job, and I eventually agreed
to at least give it a go.  We agreed I should start the next day and she
hugged me and stroked my hair affectionately, telling me what a grown-up
girl I was to help our little family like this.  I went to sleep that night
feeling anxious but pleased that at last I could do something to help get
us out of this whole unfortunate situation.

   Julie and I went up to Alan's place just after 10.00am the next morning,
and he showed us both round his massive apartment.  His dog was a cute
labrador called Poppy, and I fell in love with her immediately.  The flat
was quite messy, I guess more or less what you would expect from a middle
aged bachelor living alone.  In his study he had a super fast computer
which he showed me how to log into, and a huge flatscreen TV in the living
room with more satellite channels than I'd ever seen.  He said I could help
myself to anything I liked to eat from the kitchen, and gave me a few final
instructions about Poppy's food and where to take her for a walk.  Then he
put a key in my hand and said he would be back by 10pm.  When he had gone,
Julie and I sat together on the sofa and watched a movie and then took the
dog for a walk in the nearby park.  We got back to Alan's flat around
1.30pm and she asked if I would be OK on my own for a bit, as she had a few
things to do that afternoon.  I said yes of course, and she promised to
come and pick me up at 10pm.  I played with the dog, watched some more TV,
browsed online for a while, and the time flew by.  It was easy work!  I was
snoozing on the sofa and was woken up by Poppy barking.  It was 10.00pm and
Alan was at the door with auntie Julie.  He took my key back, thanked me
for looking after Poppy, and handed my aunt an envelope.  "OK Julie, here's
the money we agreed", he winked at her.  "There's more where that came from
if Katie is ready to work, alright?  And make sure she's on time next
week". Julie pocketed the enveloped and promised to have me there promptly
next Saturday, and we went back downstairs to our flat.

   The following Thursday when I got home from school Julie was all
excited. She had been offered a Saturday job in a shoe shop in town, a full
day's work at quite a good hourly rate and cash-in-hand.  It turned out
that the guy who owned the shop was a friend of Alan's, and Alan had
suggested Julie when the shop guy mentioned he was desperate for reliable
extra staff.  It was the first work she'd been offered since leaving the
dental surgery, and she said she really hoped I wouldn't mind if she took
it.  "Of course not, you have to take it!  I'm so pleased for you", I said,
genuinely delighted for her.  The next day she went out and bought a new
smart outfit for work, and told me how happy she was that our luck finally
seemed to be changing for the better.  That turned out to be far from the
truth as well.

   Julie left for work at 8.00am on the Saturday with strict instructions
for me not to be late for Alan.  "I can't afford for you to lose that job",
she stressed.  "I know you don't like him much, but you just have to keep
on the right side of him for now, OK?.  Just be a good girl and do whatever
he asks, and we'll be out of here in a few months.  When I've cleared the
debt we can find somewhere new to live.  A little country cottage somewhere
- you'd like that, wouldn't you?".  I hugged her tight and promised to try
my best.  She kissed me on the head and told me to be careful when I was
out with the dog, and then dashed out to catch her bus.  I had a shower,
got dressed, and was knocking on Alan's door at 10.00am.  Alan opened the
door and told me to come in.  He was just on his way out, and gave me a few
reminders and his house key, and left a few minutes later.  I got a can of
coke from the fridge and settled down on the sofa with Poppy to watch a
movie.  It was only about an hour later that Poppy startled me by jumping
up and barking at the door and I heard keys in the lock.  I was quite
surprised when Alan walked through the door.  "Oh phew, it's you", I said.
"I was worried you might be some kind of intruder".  He laughed and said
not to worry.  He had heard his meeting was cancelled, so had had a
comletely wasted journey.  I asked if this meant he wouldn't need me
anymore today and he said no, it would be helpful if I could stay if I was
prepared to make myself useful.  I said I would do anything he wanted, and
he gave me an odd smile and said I could carry on watching TV for now, but
he would find me some things to do in a bit.

   He went into his study and told me to make myself at home, so I sat back
on the sofa and watched the rest of the film with Poppy.  When it had
finished I got up to get another drink and called to him to ask if he
wanted anything from the fridge.  "Sure, Katie, bring me a coke, will you,
sweetheart", he called back.  I got two cans from the fridge, cautiously
pushed open the study door, and got the biggest surprise of my young life:
Alan was sitting at his desk obviously looking at internet porn with his
jeans around his ankles and his hairy hand slowly wanking his big fat cock.
I blushed bright red and just stood there wide-eyed with my hand over my
mouth staring at him in shock.  "Oh thanks Katie, just bring it over, will
you babe?  What a thoughtful little girl you are", he said, smiling at me
in a really creepy way.  I hesitated for a moment until he beckoned me over
to the desk.  I walked up to him carrying the cold cans, and put one down
on the desk in front of him as he patted my bottom and then leaned back
with his hands behind his head and his big adult dick standing to attention
in his lap.  "So your aunt Julie tells me you are keen to earn some proper
money working for me, yes?", he said, looking intently at me.  "Did she
tell you what the job entails, exactly?".  I shook my head nervously,
feeling totally tongue-tied being so close to a grown man's exposed private
parts.  He smiled and patted the other chair next to him, telling me to
come and sit down so he could explain the job in more detail.  Looking
back, I always think of that exact moment as the end of my childhood.
   To be continued...