Lap Dance For Rent Money

I had a next-door neighbor in his late 60’s or early 70’s, almost obese, and would always have a dirty comment or two when I would see him the laundry room. I remember the time he even asked me “Are you a boy or a girl?” I told him it was none of his business but after a few times I told him what I was, and he just replied, “Well you got an ass like a girl, and you smell very pretty” it was his way of giving a compliment. It’s funny but after that, whenever I saw him he always asked if I needed help with my laundry, or if I needed someone to watch my cat. Trying to be a friendly neighbor I asked him on occasion to please get my clothes out the dryer in the laundry room, but noticed over time several pairs of my panties and other girly items were starting to disappear, what a fucking creep! That made up my mind to never deal with him again.

Unfortunately, never say never. In my zeal and enjoyment of fully embracing my feminine side and buying tons of makeup, clothes, lingerie, high-heel boots and shoes, etc., I totally forgot that rent was due. This was serious because I was told last month that if I was late with the rent again, I better find a new place to live. This left me in a horrible spot of now having to deal with someone I promised myself I would never speak to again, but desperate times call for desperate measures. The only bright side was I could finally get my clothes back that dirty old Max had stolen out my laundry, but he could keep the panties, I did not want to think how many times he had jerked off on them!

Dressed in a plaid mini skirt, pink Supergirl t-shirt, white ankle socks and pink sneakers, I steeled myself before knocking on Max’s apartment door. I made sure I was wearing the perfume he liked as I brushed a long strand of my hair behind my ear. He opened the door as I took a deep breath and said, “Hey Max, it’s me” in my cutest girly voice. He looked at me with a crooked dirty grin, and invited me in. His apartment, was a mess; the carpet was stained with God knows what, there were dirty dishes on the kitchen table and in various places within eye-shot, and the curtains where closed even on such a nice evening. He asked “So, what brings you my way muffin?” in a gruff, wheezy voice. I told Max the situation as I watched his eyes greedily soaked in my light brown body from head to toe. I know I was dressed like a whore, but I had hoped that by giving him some eye candy, would just ogle me for a few minutes and give me the quick loan.  Playing with my hair, I promised to pay him back by the next Friday. He asked me how much I needed, then point at the table and told me to get his wallet. Walking to the table I felt a hand slap my chubby rump, it’s a good thing he could not see the look of disgust on my face.

Max pulled a wad of cash out his wallet, telling me to take what I needed, and don’t worry about paying it back. All he wanted was a simple bare-bottom lap dance. I groaned inside, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

I removed my cotton panties from under my skirt and told Max to sit back in the Lazy-boy chair. Seeing his old-style radio on the sitting on top of an end table next to his recliner; I turned it from the talk-radio show he was listening to, and found a pop station. Getting into the groove of the music, I turned my back to him and danced to the beat. I felt his hand lifting my skirt, giving him a full view of my big brown ass cheeks and daggling smooth sissy balls. Next, I started popping my ass. Each time my ass popped my skirt flew up revealing my huge brown cheeks and smooth balls. Finally, it was time for the lap dance. I slowly gyrated down to his lap, but felt something poking my butt, jumping up, I quickly looked down to see Max had his fly undone and his dirty old cock was standing at attention. “Bring that fat ass to papa” he cloaked out. I hesitated at first, then looked at the pile of money he placed on the table and sat on his lap and grinded away. I felt his cock getting hard under my ass and balls. As I was grinding in his lap, he was grinding back. His horny old cock trying its best to find my hole, but it kept slipping between my cheeks and poking beneath my hairless sissy sacks.

My next move was to lift my skirt and push back hard against him, so my bare ass was completely in his lap. Max locked me in with a sudden bear hug that caught me off guard! held me so tight and started dry humping my thick caramel ass. It seemed like only a few seconds of dry humping me, that he gave several a loud strained grunt and hot sticky cum shot between my cheeks. Each grunt was immediately followed by a jet of gooey cum. It must have been weeks since he last wacked off because my underside (ass cheeks, crack and under my balls) was soaking wet. As I continued to sit on his lap and playfully rocked against his crinkly old balls. Out of nowhere, he snorted back and spit a big wet loogie in the palm of his hand then started stroking my sissy dick. He fondled my balls with one hand and stroked me with the other. I was disgusted, I couldn’t believe he coughed up a loogie and use it to stroke me off. I squirmed to he off but his grip around my tummy was too strong.  I couldn’t escape so I stopped fighting him because it was useless.  I let him have his fun, on top of that, this old fart was giving me one hell of a handjob! “Shoot that nut out you fucking cunt!” he barked as I sat on his lap again wiggling to get off of him. The old bastard pumped streams creamy white jizz out of me, while not to gently squeezing my balls. After my 4th or 5th squirt, he continues to stroke me until he satisfied my sack was empty, then abruptly pushed me off his lap.

I steadied my balance, then straighten out the back of my cum-stained and sticky skirt.  Looking at my panties on the ground I told Max “Those are a gift” so he can add them to the stolen collection. Shooting him the middle finger, I grabbed the cash on the table as he was coughing behind me. When I looked back, he was licking the fruit of my nuts from between his fingers and said, “Next time I want more!” I lifted my skirt to give him one last glimpse of my big brown cakes and walked out the door and did the walk of shame back to my apartment.