When I [f] lost my financial aid junior year, my landlord [M] offered to help me out

He asked me to keep my skirt on but remove my panties and place them on his desk with the crotch facing up. It seemed unnecessarily ritualistic but I obliged.

There was a Chesterfield sofa and a few Burgundy leather arm chairs. Under his instructions, I sat on the armchair closest to his desk and placed one leg on each arm. The coolness of the ac blowing over my hairless pussy lips made my clit tremble and pulse. I avoided eye contact with him, instead focusing my gaze on the inch long scar on my left knee that I got while being fucked doggy style under an oak tree behind my ex boyfriend’s grandma’s mountain cabin.

“I just want to watch you,” He said, his voice raspy with lust

I sat in silence for some minutes extremely aware of every breath, every heartbeat that seemed to pulse from my chest directly to my clit. What seemed like an hour later he asked me to stand up. As I did and my lips went from being spread to now closing together, I could feel the wetness squeezing in between them dripping down my inner leg.

He asked me to remove my shirt. I wore a bralette underneath but it was see through so he could see my puffy nipples.

“Remove that too.” He commanded
I obeyed.
My nipples were stiff from direct contact with ac. Now, naked except for my short denim skirt I was almost trembling. He asked me to sit again. He asked me to caress my beautiful breasts. I did as I was told, feeling very self conscious. Not thinking it was possible to be so turned on from only touching my nipples but also having his intense gaze moving from between my legs to my swollen breasts to my face and my now parted lips I felt myself growing even wetter. I breathed heavily. So did he.

I could see his face growing red and beads of sweat forming on his temple despite the freezing ac.

I felt a tickling sensation and realized it was more wetness dripping from my pussy running down between my ass cheeks. If he had pulled out his dick right then and commanded me to ride it i would have obliged. I was so turned on.

My skirt was still gripping my ass and prevented me from seeing my sex but he had the perfect view. As if he read my mind he said “Pull your skirt up,” and so I did. It was now bunched around my waist and he could look down and see the triangular patch of black curls. I began squirming in the chair. I needed release. I longed to be either licked or penetrated.
But that wasn’t part of the deal.

By now I forgot the reason I was doing this, exposing my sex to a man who rented me a tiny one bedroom apartment. He reached up to his neck and pulled and adjusted the tie until it was loose enough to pull over his head. Then he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his white shirt.

I pushed my pussy forward in anticipation. Wondering if he had changed his mind and would come close to me and closer still and have a taste. Instead he exhaled loudly  and then said “Okay that’s enough for today.”

I was disappointed but it didn’t last. He walked around to the back of his desk while I lay there legs still spread pussy dripping and quivering. He took out a stack of bills from the desk drawer and brought them to me and handed them.

My pussy was now dripping onto the champagne colored leather seats. I sat up. My legs were streaked with my juices and I left a small wet spot behind. As if realizing I noticed the mess I made he said quickly ‘don’t worry about that I’ll take care of it,”
He handed me the bills, 7 crisp hundreds and a 50. My rent was $550.

I pulled my skirt on and then my top. As I went to the desk to retrieve my panties he cleared his throat. How much more for me to keep these?

They were the only pair I had that had a matching bra. I didn’t want to give then away. I bought them at the Gap for 24$. Much more than I normally spent on underwear.

Sensing my hesitation he asked,

“Would $100 be enough for you to replace them?”

“Yes I guess so.”

He went back to his desk and took out several twenty dollar bills and handed them to me. I took then and smiled shyly.
I adjusted my skirt again, a bit self conscious to be completely naked underneath. Grabbing my  backpack I unzipped it and tucked the  bills between the leaves of my academic planner . I turned and smiled at him and thanked him.

“No, thank you,” He interrupted
“Call me again whenever you need something. Don’t hesitate.”

I turned and walked out closing the door behind me.

His secretary looked up as I was leaving though she seemed oblivious to what just transpired. She would never guess that I had just sold him the very panties I was wearing and would now walk home with my pussy completely exposed under my skirt.
“Enjoy the rest of your day!” she said cheerily.
“Thanks, you too.”

I walked a few blocks and got on the bus and headed back home. While seated there I crossed my legs to keep the wetness contained and also so that nobody would be able to look and see my naked pussy  that was still quivering with a mixture of  neglect and longing.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jsf9xb/when_i_f_lost_my_financial_aid_junior_year_my