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Without thinking Leanne reached for the nearest door handle and flung it open. Jumping inside she slammed the door behind her and pressed her near naked body up against the wood, listening carefully for anyone following. After a few minutes everything was calm so Leanne breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She sank to the floor, resting her head against her knees as she tried to think of her next step.

Suddenly a familiar voice sounded from somewhere inside the room. "Hello again, beautiful!" The young woman slowly raised her head and peered into the gloom of her surroundings. Sat on the bed, completely naked, was the vile figure of Mr. Richardson. "Couldn't stay away from me, eh?" Leanne quickly got to her feet and backed herself against the solid door. She stared on in disbelief. She had been so distracted trying to get away from everything else she'd someone managed to end up back in that creep's clutches. "And I can see you've already stripped off for me. How thoughtful!" Leanne covered her naked breasts, squeezing her arms tight around her exposed body. "Don't be so shy." cooed the creepy old man. "You've got such a sexy body!"

Leanne felt ill as she stared at the old pervert (who, she noticed, was fully erect again). The imposing figure of Mr. Richardson leering over her from across the room and her current lack of clothes was only adding to the old man's arousal. She could see him slowly stroking his thick shaft as he watched her intently. Leanne wondered if she could out run him in these close quarters. Despite the immense girth and age of the pensioner, Leanne knew he could move when he was motivated. And right now he definitely looked motivated.

"M-Mr. Richardson..." stammered the young woman nervously. "I-I didn't realise this was your room." She kept herself pressed firmly against the security of the door, backing as far away as possible from the old man.

"No need to be so shy," replied the resident with a perverse grin. "Why don't you come over here and we can continue where we were." Leanne fought the urge to gag as the creepy fat man patted the bed next to him. She wasn't planning to go anywhere near him or the bed if she could help it.

"I-I'm fine over here thanks, Mr. Richardson," she answered timidly. "A-Actually I feel a little embarrassed about what happened before. If... If I could just get my jeans then I..."

"But you look so much better naked!" interrupted the old man, ogling her hot young body as he spoke. "If anything you're wearing too many clothes. Why don't you get rid of those panties and then we can both be naked." Mr. Richardson stood up as he said this. His large stomach swaying slightly, giving Leanne a clear view of grotesque overweight body.

She was about to protest again but before she could the resident began walking purposefully towards her. Panic set in once more and Leanne was frozen to the spot. Before she could make a decision the pensioner was only a metre away and she had very few options remaining. Her hand went for the door handle. Anything would be better than **** into having sex with this obese monster. However, Mr. Richardson grabbed her arm and pulled it back. Dragging her towards him. "M-Mr. Richardson..." begged Leanne helplessly. "Please..."

The old man just laughed as he held her tight against his immense naked form. Spinning her around so that his erect member was pressed against her firm rear. She tried to fight but she only ended up gyrating against him and pleasuring the dirty old pensioner. He moved her into the centre of the room before finally releasing her from his grasp. He positioned himself between Leanne and the door, cutting off any hope of escape. The old man had a menacing look on his face as he eyed her near naked body up and down while stroking his thick cock. The young girl could only imagine what he wanted to do to her. None of which seemed particularly pleasurable for her.

Leanne watched in fear as Mr. Richardson stepped forward. The resident's fat member swaying hypnotically as he moved nearer. She thought about making one last dash for safety. But trying to squeeze past the dirty old pervert was too much of a risk given the small space available.