After what seemed an hour or two, Abbie stood up and righted her clothes. Looking down at her clipboard, she saw that the next resident on her list was Bob McGregor in room 25. Wondering what she would have to do to him, Abbie slipped out of the office and walked down the hallway.
Standing outside the door to room 25, Abbie heard the TV in the room, muffled by the door. Taking a deep breath, Abbie opened the door and…
Gasped. On the TV, a young woman, barely eighteen, was splayed across a dirty bed. She was jerking a dick in each hand as another was stuffed into her mouth and a fourth in her pussy.
“Oh my God,” Abbie gaped.
“Shut the door, missy!” she heard from the bed. Jumping at the command, Abbie spun around and slammed the door shut. Turning toward the bed, she saw an elderly man with a large belly jerking his hand up and down on his small penis.
“Don’t just stand there, sweet cheeks,” he snapped. “Get over here and put that mouth to some good use!”
Stunned, Abbie clambered onto the bed and lowered her face into the elderly crotch. This might take a bit, she thought as she eyed the limp member. With a sigh, she opened her lips and began licking at the old man’s dick. Frustrated at his lack of response, Abbie took the limp member in her mouth and sucked at it. Licking and tickling at the cock, she cajoled the elderly dick, but to no response.
“Nothing’s happening,” she said, raising her head from his crotch.
“Figures,” he growled. “Take off that damn shirt and lay down on yer back.”
Gulping, Abbie sat up on the bed and grasped the hem of her Minnie Mouse shirt. She pulled it over her head, juggling her breasts.
“Very nice,” the old man leered. “Much better than the last one. Now lie down!”
A mix of fear and wonder filling her mind, Abbie laid down next to the old man. He sat up and straddled her chest, pushing his slick and limp dick between her breasts.
“Push yer breasts together, sweet cheeks,” he commanded. As Abbie complied, pushing her mounds together, the old man began humping her chest
“Much better,” he leered. Abbie grimaced, feeling his short dick stiffening between her breasts.
“Oh, yes!” the old man gasped, his white juices suddenly spurting over her chest and into her face.
“Thanks, sweet cheeks!” he said, climbing off of Abbie. Abbie sat up, frowning at the white jizz in her chest.
“Here you go, missy,” the resident of room 25 said, handing her a dollar. “Now git out! I need my rest.”
Abbie hastened off the bed, grabbing her shirt as she rushed out of the room. The old man slammed the door shut behind her as she pulled the t-shirt back on.
What a rotten old man, Abbie thought, grimacing as she scraped his semen off her face. I wonder who’s next? |