Abbie knocked on the door of room 37.
“Come in,” she heard. Opening the door, she stepped into the room and gasped. Almost every inch of the wall was covered in Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, and other rock & roll posters.
“Over here, little lady,” the resident said.
Gulping, Abbie looked over on the bed. The gentleman was lying atop the covers, clad only in a pair of grey flannel boxers. For an old man, he sure is ripped, Abbie thought.
“I’m not that old,” he laughed. “I’m only sixty-two.”
“You, you look really good for sixty-two,” Abbie breathed.
“That I do,” he said. “Been here for seven years of those. Wore out about ten or more nurse’s aids like you.”
“How can you wear out an aid?” Abbie asked, her eyes travelling up and down his toned body. What a hunk, she thought. Would I?
“Want to lean?” Gerald said, his eyes sparkling. “There’ll be a little something in it for you.”
“S, Sure,” Abbie stammered.
“First, you got to do a little something for me.”
“What?” she breathed, her eyes locked on the stirring beneath the gray boxers.
“Take off that big ol’ T-shirt.” Nodding, Abbie grasped her shirt by the hem and lifted over her head. Her large mounds bounced from the motion in their solid white cotton bra.
“Now, how about that bra? It looks awful constricting,” Gerald smiled.
“Do, do I have to?”
“Do you want to be a doll and help me out?”
Taking a deep breath, Abbie reached back and undid the clasp of the bra. She shrugged her shoulders, sliding the straps down on arms and the bra fell to the floor.
Abbie gasped as Gerald’s sixty-two year old cock threaded its way out of the gray boxers, stiffening in front of her violet eyes.
“Wow,” Abbie said, unable to avert eyes. She stepped up to the bed, caught by a burst of lust in her body.
“Go ahead, kiss it,” Gerald suggested.
Abbie scrambled onto the bed, lowering her head to the gentleman’s cock. Placing a large kiss on the bulbous head, she opened her lips wide and engulfed the rigid rock. She licked and suckled at the heavenly rod, a burning hunger inside her erupting. Abbie bobbed her head up and down, her long black hair sweeping down across her cheeks as she impaled herself upon Gerald’s manhood.
“Oh, yes,” Gerald moaned. “That’s a good girl. Keep it up.”
Abbie quickened her pace, driving the quivering rod into the back of her throat, her tongue racing up and down the soft, thick muscle.
“Here we go,” Gerald said, grasping Abbie’s head and holding her down against his crotch. She gagged and swallowed as massive spurts of the gentleman’s semen flooded her mouth. The milky fluid trickled out of her mouth as she tried to keep up. At last, the seemingly endless flow fell away. Abbie lifted her head away, gasping for air.
“Don’t just sit there, girl.” Gerald said. “Clean it up.”
Gulping, Abbie lowered her head, licking the stickiness away from the limp cock. When finished, Abbie slumped off the bed and crawled over to her shirt and bra.
“Where ya going, sweetheart?” Gerald called from the bed. “You know you want to leave me a present, right?”
Sighing, Abbie gathered up her bra and carried it over to Gerald. She placed it next to him on the white sheets.
“That’s it?” he smiled. “Be a doll and leave a little more for me, please?”
Frowning, Abbie kicked her loafers off. Taking her scruffy blue jeans in hand, she slid them down onto the floor, revealing her white faded briefs with a large damp spot. Abbie blushed, but continued, rolling the panties down and off. Finished, she set her panties on top of the bra. Reaching down, Abbie began to pull up her jeans up over her hips.
Gerald snaked his hand out, grasping her wrist tightly. Sitting up while holding the black haired girl in place, Gerald slid a small cylindrical device into her damp pussy.
“Wh, what’s that?” Abbie gasped.
“A remote controlled vibrator,” Gerald answered. “I’m gonna goose you all day. Before you leave, make sure to stop by to return it and receive some compensation for your help today. If you lose it, I’ll take it out of your hide.”
Abbie nodded fearfully.
“Word of advice,” the gentleman continued. “Wear a skirt from now on. It’ll make things easier for you, trust me.”
Abbie gulped, righting her blue jeans back into place. She bent over and picked up her shirt from the floor. Pulling it on, she felt her tits jiggle. Abbie blushed, wondering if it was making the old man hard again. Finally dressed, Abbie stepped back out into the hall. |