In the wardrobe

Without a second thought, Leanne jumped in the wardrobe and closed the door behind her as quietly as she could. Seconds later she heard voices from inside the room. She couldn't make out who the newcomers were or what they were saying but there at least one of them was female.

Leanne held her breath while the conversation was continuing outside her hiding place. Trying her best to remain silent. That's when she felt something behind her.

At first she tried to ignore it. She was too busy listening to what was happening in the room. But then it became more forceful, poking against her tight rear. She reached behind her to push it back and as soon as she touched it she realised what it was. It was someone's penis!

She instinctively felt it with her hand. It was fully erect and pretty big. But who's was it and where did it come from? Had the owner already been in there when she hid? Suddenly a hand reached around and grabbed her naked breast. She clamped her own hand over her mouth the prevent her from screaming. The woman and at least one other person were still in the room. If she made any noise now they'd find her in here. Near naked and hiding with a very erect man. She only had to hold on for hopefully just another minute or two. Her breathing became heavy as she tried unsuccessfully to remain calm. Whoever it was now had both hands on her breasts and his dick pressing against her lace panties.

Leanne heard the door close and everything outside the wardrobe go silent. She turned her head to see who was groping her and immediately wished she hadn't. Even in the dim light of the wardrobe it was unmistakable. A creepy masked clown face!

She came flying out of the wardrobe, no longer worried about the inhabitants of the room. Her only concerns were the freak in the clown costume. She landed on her knees as she collapsed to the ground and instantly spun back to see if the clown was following her.

"Oh. Hello." said a calm old voice.

She turned back to look where the voice had come from and saw an old man sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't seem too startled by her arrival and just smiled welcomingly at her.

"Who are you?" he asked, more interested by the naked girl in his room than anything else.

"I... I..." Leanne stammered frantically. Looking back and forth between the old man and the wardrobe she'd just been hiding in. There was no sign of the clown and she relaxed a little, her heart still beating heavily in her chest. "I... I'm Leanne." she replied after a deep breath.

"Nice to meet you. My name's Harry," he smiled. "Where are your clothes?"

It was a simple question that Leanne had no good answer for. In all the commotion she'd almost forgotten she was so exposed. "Erm... I, um... Lost them?"

"Oh, I see," he answered. There was something in the way he reacted to her that seemed like this was an everyday event for Harry. "Would you like me to get you some more?"

"You'd do that for me?" she asked with surprise. "Thank you, Harry. That would be amazing."

"Not a problem, young lady. You just wait here and I'll go find you something." The friendly old man stood up with a creak and ambled off leaving Leanne alone in the room.

She suddenly felt a lot better and started to relax. Taking a seat on the bed while she waited for the old man to return. He was the kind of old person she'd been expecting to meet when she decided to do this volunteering. He was so lovely and sweet, Leanne wondered if she shouldn't do a little something for him when he came back. Judging by the lump in his pants he certainly liked what he saw of her young body.

Leanne yawned and lay back. The bed felt so comfy and after the intensity of her day she suddenly felt a little sleepy. She closed her eyes just hoping to rest a little in the calm surroundings until Harry returned.

She was more tired than she realised as it was some time later before she opened her eyes again. "I must have fallen asleep," she said to herself. Leanne lay on her side a while longer, not wanting to move from her comfortable position. She eventually saw a pile of clothes on the floor and was about to look for Harry when she became aware of another presence behind her on the bed. "Harry?" she asked dreamily.

There was no response but Leanne felt the person move closer behind her, their body up close against hers and something obvious pressing against her naked flesh.

"Ooh, Harry!" she said with a grin. "Thank you for getting me some clothes. I guess I should do something for you now. What would you like?" The young girl giggled as she wiggled her pert arse against his firm erection. It was rubbing between her cheeks and Leanne pushed back to feel the whole of his thick shaft against her.

She continued to tease the dick with her rear but now wanted to feel it inside her. Leanne slid her panties down and raised her leg to allow him better access to her pussy before reaching back to grab his length. It was big and fully erect. Not what she was expecting from the sweet old man at all.

After a few long strokes of his shaft she pushed backwards and positioned his member at the entrance to her slit. "Oh, Harry!" she groaned as she felt the fat head enter her. She was already pretty wet and the dick slid inside easily, despite it's impressive girth. "Mmmm... You're so big!"

Leanne let him fuck her, impressed by the way he quickly took control and guided his cock in and out of her. He didn't even make a noise. Leanne was sure this must have been an amazing experience for the old man but not so much as a grunt. She worked her pussy against his length, using all of her expert talents to please him. Leanne was starting to get worried that he'd had a heart attack or something. She looked back over her shoulder to check on him.

"Holy fuck!" she screamed.

Behind her on the bed wasn't the old man she'd been expecting to see. Instead it was the creepy clown staring back at her.

She tried to get away but he immediately grabbed her around the waist and drove his dick hard into her. "Ohhh fuck!!" she cried, caught between pleasure and fear.

Leanne pushed back but that only had the effect of sending the clown's member deeper into her hole. She was fighting for her life and seemingly had no escape. She had to give everything she had if she was going to get away. With one big, hard thrust against the clown she managed to loosen his grip and she quickly rolled off the bed. Grabbing the pile of clothes as she sped for the door, Leanne didn't even look back. She knew all she'd see would be that same impassive, creepy stare. Something she never wanted to see ever again.

Out in the hallway she collapsed against the wall breathing heavy. She didn't have much time to waste. The clown was still in the room right behind her and anyone could walk down the corridor.