I knew Gloria was rotten. Oh yes, I understood that my neighbors' daughter, home from college for the summer, was using me to alleviate the boredom of our small town. 

Yet I kept letting her in when she knocked at the door uninvited. At first, the twenty-year-old was polite enough, quick to say "please" and "thank you" and to mind her manners. That first visit, she claimed she wanted to check on me and make sure I was doing okay. I realized her parents had informed her I'd recently been laid off from my job of almost thirty years. I was sitting at home with nothing to do while my savings dwindled. 

Had I been too honest during my initial conversation with Gloria? Had I let her see my wounded pride and debilitating anxiety? Maybe so, because her demeanor soon changed. She started acting like a carnivore who'd gotten a whiff of injured prey.

The girl now sat at my kitchen table, having just finished every bite of the steak she'd requested I prepare for dinner. I watched as she withdrew several folded bills from her cleavage, which was ample enough to conceal the cash. 

Her smile was mocking. One by one, she peeled a twenty-dollar bill, then another, and then three more, from the stash. 

"The meal was excellent, Peter." She placed the twenties on the table between us. "Worth every penny."

"I don't need your money," I snapped before I could stop myself.

She merely tilted her head and lifted her eyebrows. Her expression said: We both know that's not true.

I wasn't a complete idiot: many times, I'd asked myself why I tolerated her behavior. And the sad truth was, having her here was better than being alone, hour after hour, day after day. I'd gotten divorced almost ten years ago, but I always thought I'd have my job to keep me busy, at least until I was ready to retire. Now, I was fifty-three and utterly adrift. During my constant search for employment, I'd been offered only one interview, and nothing had come of it. No one wanted to hire someone my age. My only consolation was that my mortgage was paid, so I wouldn't have to worry about keeping a roof over my head.

Until I could no longer pay the property taxes.

So yes, I knew it was pathetic to indulge this spoiled brat and let her make a fool of me. But I'd begun to think I really was useless, and perhaps it was a blessing that someone like Gloria noticed me at all.

And my God, seeing the girl proved to be a welcome distraction. Her thick brown hair tumbled past her shoulders, and she had eyes the color of sweet caramel. Her skin glowed from time spent in the summer sun. Though I would have described her face as cute rather than beautiful, it was her figure that had me hooked. 

She wore tops that stretched across her large breasts. The slightest chill would make her nipples hard beneath the fabric. Her skirts were often so skimpy that I got a flash of thong and ass cheeks when she leaned over. I knew those flashes were intentional.

Loathing myself, I jerked off every night while fantasizing about her. I ached for her to ride me so I could see those gorgeous tits sway with her rhythm.

If any of my closest neighbors noticed her coming and going, they didn't mention it. Gloria's parents never spoke to me about her, either. I figured they'd given up on trying to control their daughter. After all, she was an adult and doing spectacularly well in college.

She now rose from the table and came around to stand at my side. I pushed my chair back to stand as well, but she didn't give me a chance. I swallowed a startled cry when the girl sank onto my lap, with her legs draped over mine. In the past, she'd flirted and occasionally slid a hand along my chest. That was the extent of her advances. 

Until tonight.

"Dinner was wonderful," she whispered while facing me. Her fingers stroked my hair, which was curling over my collar. I needed to get it cut but dreaded the barber asking how the job search was going.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I told Gloria. My body was tense in the chair. She wore a sundress that revealed a lot of thigh, even more now that she was straddling me. I had no idea where to put my hands.

She half-twisted around to retrieve my wineglass from the table. It was a cheap Cabernet, and before dinner, she'd insisted that I pour her a glass as well. We briefly argued; I told her she wasn't yet twenty-one. The girl had merely snorted, then grabbed the bottle and helped herself. 

She took a sip of what I'd neglected to drink. I felt a pulse in my groin at the sight of her licking her bottom lip. 

Of course, she noticed. I probably looked like a dog begging for table scraps. 

"Do you want to kiss me?" Gloria whispered.

My cock hardened even more. Would she finally show mercy tonight? Would she let me fondle those stunning tits?

"Yes," I whispered back.

"Open your mouth," she said.

And I did, even as I sat there and felt like an idiot. Even as she took a swig of wine and leaned toward me.

She spat the ruby-colored fluid into my mouth. Some of it trickled down my chin, but she licked it up before it could stain my shirt. I readily swallowed the wine, which was diluted with her saliva. Humiliated, I ingested that trace of her and wished for more.

She giggled and sat back, clearly pleased with herself. "That's as close as you're gonna get, Peter."

I groaned, resisting the urge to push Gloria away. As if to soothe my pride, she began rocking her hips, grinding her pussy against me. I looked down, desperate for a glimpse of her panties.

Setting the glass aside, Gloria raised the hem of her dress until it was bunched around her waist. The virginal white thong did little to cover her plump outer labia.

She followed my stare. "I bet you'd like that for dessert, wouldn't you?"

I actually cried out when she took my hand and pressed my fingers against the damp crotch of her panties. 

"Please let me," I begged. By now, I was uncomfortably hard.

"Only if I can record you eating me out."

I yanked my hand away, as if her pussy had burned me through the thong. "Absolutely not."

"You can wear a mask that covers your eyes," she said. "I brought one with me."

She'd planned this. She'd been thinking of me going down on her. But why did she want to film the act? So she could show her friends and laugh about it later?

I shook my head. "I don't trust you. I know how girls your age are. Everything you do ends up online."

Gloria leaned back even farther to regard me. "How do you think I have the money to pay for dinner? It's not from my summer job here in town, that's for sure!"

"Wait..." I furrowed my brow. "Are you saying..."

"That I show my tits and ass online to men who are willing to pay for it? That I play with my pussy while talking dirty to them? Yeah, Peter, I do." Her lips abandoned the smile to settle in a firm line. "It's how I afford college. What, you think you're better than me?"

"Of course not," I stammered. "I just... had no idea." Sweeping my gaze over her body, I added, "I think you're a smart girl, making the most of your... natural gifts."

"That's what you call these?" She gathered up her breasts and jiggled them. "Yeah, I guess they are. But my fans have been asking me to spice things up a bit with a partner. The older guys are the generous ones, and I figure they'd love to see me with someone their age."

"Now I understand why you've been coming over here." It was ridiculous, but I felt hurt by her manipulation.

Gloria lifted a hand to caress my cheek. My skin was smooth since I'd shaved before she came over for dinner.

"I trust you," she said quietly. "I couldn't do this with anyone else in town. Guys my age would blab to everyone about it."

I couldn't resist leaning into her touch. "And you..." I breathed faster, my pulse accelerating. "You just want me to perform oral?"

That made her laugh. "Well, yeah. We're not fucking, Peter." Angling her upper body toward me, she pressed her tits against my face. "Not unless you're a very, very good boy."

I moaned into her cleavage. I smelled some kind of body lotion, and then a hint of her sweat. God, I wanted her! And what did I have to lose at this point?

Gloria must have sensed me crumbling, for she said, "I'll split the proceeds with you. Fifty-fifty."

I withdrew just far enough to meet her stare. "How much are we talking about?"

She shrugged. "I guess that depends on how skilled you are at eating pussy."

I hesitated, on the verge of caving.

"Tell you what," Gloria went on, "I'll give you a free sample." 

Reaching between her thighs, she worked her fingers into her panties. They came back out slick with juice. 

"Open your mouth," she said again, and when I did, she thrust her fingers inside.

I instantly sucked and licked. A tremor of need went through me as her taste coated my tongue.

"I'll do it." My words were garbled by her fingers. "You can record me. But you have to swear..."

"I promise no one around here will find out I let you eat my pussy. But just remember," she added with a smile sweet enough to cause cavities, "I'm paying you, so that makes me your boss. And we both know you need the work."