"Well it's like this, I had to pay out for school books, plus it was my brothers twenty-first birthday, and my car was written off by some car thief who wasn't insured." Reeled off Charlotte sitting opposite me.
I heaved a deep sigh and looked at my student. It was always the same; they were always pleading poverty and yet still going out from my boarding house every night drinking.
"So what do you expect me to do about it?" I asked bluntly keeping a stern look on my face. I wasn't born yesterday but still managed to keep my forty-five-year body in good shape and thought I could still give these students a run for their money in the sack.
"I was wondering." Awkwardly pondered Charlotte, "If I could."
She ground to a halt, which was a pity as I was enjoying watching her squirm. She was a beautiful girl, petite with long shiny black hair down to the small of her back, Perky boobs with a neat butt and shapely legs.
It was one of the reasons I took her in without references. I stupidly dreamed of getting into her panties and having some girl on girl, boob to boob, pussy to pussy fun. That didn't materialise. Instead, I was tortured with never-ending flashes of her tits when she sunbathed topless in the garden, or her wrap fell open when she was just out of the shower.
"I was wondering if I could pay you in kind," She stuttered as she slowly brought her gaze up from the floor to look me in the eye.
"What do you mean?" knowing full well what she was hinting at but wanting to make sure she outlined her offer in black and white. Charlotte coughed and then pulled herself upright and smiled. She was presenting herself as captivatingly as possible arching her back, pushing her boobs forward, and trying to look as coquettish as possible.
"Do you,...er, like me?" She stuttered, finding it hard to keep eye contact. I looked at her as stoically as her eyes flitted up as she began to blush. She coughed and reposed herself and posed herself as sexily as possible, slowly bringing one leg over the other, showing her long legs off to her best advantage.
"Yes, of course, I do, I wouldn't have put up with you all this time if I didn't," I answered without thinking as I had taken the bait, my eyes glued to her outer thigh stretching out from under her short plaid skirt.
She had lured me in as I was already wondering if she was wearing her white stockings or tights. My eyes probed around the hem of her short skirt looking for the give away patterned top of her stockings.
"Why do you ask?" I said as she slowly stroked the top of her upturned leg from her knee to the hem of her gathered skirt in her lap. Charlotte had grown in confidence at my confession as she gave me more eye contact and smiled.
She uncrossed her legs again, making sure to keep her knees together. I licked my lips as my eyes gazed, trying to access the delights of the dark cavern between her legs.
She had my blood simmering, and I needed to take control, "What do you mean to pay in kind?" resurrecting her previous statement.
Charlotte's confidence drained visibly as she gathered herself for the crux of her speech. She gave a cough and lowered her eyes, her voice hesitating all the way in her indictment.
"Forgive me if I'm wrong," she began apprehensively before slowly spelling out her message," but word has it that you're gay."
This news came as no shock to me at all as my reputation for being 'the old queen' of the neighbourhood was well known.
"That's right, what of it?" I boldly asserted.
Charlotte then took a huge breath and shuffled to the edge of her seat. She bowed her head in shame and then slowly spread her knees wide, pushing her short plaid skirt up, exposing her stocking tops. I licked my lips as Charlotte pushed herself on, her face blushing profusely. I kept my eyes on the goal as her skirt slowly spread and to my surprise revealed that she was sans panties. Charlotte's head remained bowed as I observed her inviting neatly trimmed pussy.
I stared at her cute, neat vagina without a word causing her to degrade herself with every passing second, as she sat on the edge of the seat.
Although her sex was brazenly displayed, it was evident she was against her usual demeanour. Her head was turned acutely to one side still bowed as if looking away could ease the torment of the examination of her exposed pussy.
Her pretty face was burning deep red something I found incredibly endearing.
I studied her for ages enjoying her humiliation. Charlotte was struggling to keep her legs wide apart and made several false starts to close them again.
"Well?" I eventually asked for fear of her changing her mind. Charlotte looked up her face dark crimson in her discomfiture.
"You get to have me once a day for a whole month," she proposed in a low whisper.
I sighed inside for, at last, I had her in my web, and her young ripe body was going to be mine to do as I pleased with for a whole month. I kept my disingenuous visage, that of a stern face. Even though I was boiling over inside with elation, it was important not to give too much away.
"Those proposals were a bit vague," I suggested causing Charlotte to quickly close her legs.
"No, no, no, hear me out with your legs spread, or I take action," I boldly threatened bore of anxiety at losing the goodies on offer.
Charlotte looked up a little worried and slowly started to spread her legs to bare her pussy once more.
"Wider!" I demanded testing to see if I had complete control. This was the crucial moment, if she was going to surrender to me on my terms, she would obey. I nervously waited, the deal in the balance and sighed heavily as Charlotte did as she was told.
"Even wider!" I pushed.
"But?" She hesitated and now was the time to put her in her place.
"If you want to be my sex slave girl, you'd better do as you're told!" I snapped.
Charlotte slowly forced her legs to spread wider. Making her ass move even closer to the edge of her chair. It spread her pussy as open as possible her inner pink winking at me. Her hands were on her knees, pushing her legs to keep them extended to the maximum.
I swallowed hard at such a sexually intoxicating sight. A pretty young girl in a short skirt, stockings with her legs spread were getting my panties wet.
I got down on my knees to inspect her cunt very close. So close, she could feel my breath on her. I looked up over her youthful hard breasts sexily bound in her tight top. I sighed inwardly elated that my plan had worked after all this time. This pussy and those boobs were going to be mine to suck and fuck for my pleasure.
Charlotte's eyes were closed tight in her embarrassment, as it became blazingly evident that she had never experienced girl love before. I wondered how hard she had tried to get the money for the rent and feared she would change her mind and flee. As I looked at her tightly closed eyes and her nervously stiff body, I deduced that this was her last resort.
I looked at her strained face and made a show of intent as I knelt between her legs loudly licking my fingers. She let out a little squeak of apprehension, knowing she was soon to be used.
I licked my fingers slowly and at length, looking at her all the time enjoying her anguish as she was forcing her legs to stay spread against her typical nature.
I didn't feel guilty in the least. This was payback time for all those teasing flashes of her breasts while she tanned herself topless in the garden. The times she came out of the shower and let her towel slip to the floor, exposing her young taunt wet body.
She would apologise profusely without a hint of shame as she slowly picked up her towel and half-covered herself.
"Oops!" She would smile, knowing she was making this lonely queen as horny as possible. I was sure she was provoking me deliberately. How many times can you come out of the shower and let your towel slip?
There were also the goodnight wishes in her short baby doll nightdresses. She'd come down from her room in her inadequate sexy nightie to get a night-time drink. Every single time she'd invite me in to find the sugar, the chocolate the spoons, or pretend there was something wrong with the kettle. It was always blatantly apparent where things were when I entered the kitchen.
Once I was there I was always invited to a titillating display of a twirling nightie, a flash of her tanned bottom. Bending over for a spoon was another of she would just engage me in conversation. It was challenging to keep my eyes off her perky tits pointing their way freely in her see-through nightie as the topic was always irrelevant.
Sometimes we would have a night of drinking wine when she would always become candid about her boyfriends and her sexual antics. I knew she was teasing me, and I should have stopped her somehow but being a desperate frisky woman in her prime meant she always had my attention.
She told quite brazenly of one boyfriend she would only let screw her from behind, as he would be quite savage on her tits when they screwed in the missionary position. She went into excessive detail of her ordeal even quickly showing an old bruise on her breast before her sexual embargo had been introduced.
I listened to her squirming in my moistening panties as she teased me on with her erotic tales. She'd always be dressed sexily teasing me on as we quaffed our wine. The night always ended with me alone in bed, fapping away to the imagery suggested by Charlotte in our drunken condition. I was always suspicious though and was sure I could hear her giggling outside my bedroom door one night as I worked my self up after one of her erotic tales.
On other occasions, I'd pass her open bedroom door at night.
I could hear her vibrator buzzing away. Her sounds were so intoxicatingly arousing I had to peek around the door and watch as she arched her back and caressed her exposed breasts.
I made many moves to get into bed with her, but she would suddenly jolt upright and hide the fact that she was masturbating.
"Can I help you?" She'd ask her face glowing in the moonlight as I stood awkwardly wanton in her bedroom.
