Leave quickly

Leanne didn't want to wait around for too long. She could always find somewhere else to get cleaned up far away from this disgusting human mass. She climbed to her feet, wiping her sticky hand on the bed as she did so. Her vest top was scrunched around her waist while her bra was discarded carelessly on the floor. She bent over to retrieve it, hearing the old man rousing as she did so.

"You've got such a great bum!" he growled. "So tight and firm."

Leanne quickly snapped upright and spun around to face him, forgetting about her underwear for the time being. She was surprised to see the aged resident sitting up again and even more so to see him toying with his spent cock, trying to arouse it once more. She gave her best friendly smile, despite the panic she was feeling inside. "Erm... It was nice to meet you, Mr. Richardson, but I should probably be going now."

"What's the rush, beautiful? Don't you want to spend more time with me?" The old man was running his hand along the length of his shaft as he stared at her and Leanne was horrified to see a sizeable member growing once more. Or just more fat, it was so difficult for her to tell with any certainty. "Besides..." he continued with a seedy grin. "I'm hungry."

"Wh-What do you want to eat?" asked Leanne, not really wanting to find out the answer.

"I want to eat that beautiful little pussy of yours." he smirked. "I'll bet it's so... tasty!" Leanne gave a weak smile and started to back slowly towards the door. When she saw the old man stumble to his feet the smile left her face completely. He staggered forwards a few steps, Leanne suddenly unable to move. "Maybe you want to taste my dick," he suggested, holding the offensive member out in front of him as he stroked it. Leanne laughed feebly before swallowing hard, trying not to imagine that fat, fleshy member being **** down her throat.

She tried to speak but no words but come out. She had one choice, to leave now before the old man got any closer. However he was only a couple of steps away and when she turned to leave he was already on her. Pouncing forward with surprising agility despite his size. His momentum sent the pair tumbling to the floor, with the pensioner landing heavily on top of the girl. Leanne was winded and struggling to breathe, the old man though was quick to act, grabbing at her jeans and trying to rip them off. "Mr. Richardson... Stop!"

But the old man wasn't listening. His eyes were filled with hunger and lust. He managed to tear the jeans open and immediately set about wrenching them down her legs. Leanne kicked in defiance but only succeeded in working her jeans lower. From her tight arse to her smooth thighs, as more of her flesh was exposed Mr. Richardson gained greater potency until swiftly they were around her ankles. It was more difficult to get them over her pumps but with one final tug he was victorious and the jeans came flying off sending both him and Leanne scattering in different directions.

The young woman was on all fours in front of him. Her tight, panty clad arse stuck high in the air temptingly. He made a dive for her but this time she was just too quick. With her heart racing in a panic she made it to the door, quickly flinging it open and leaping outside to safety. With the obese pensioner still not too far behind she slammed it shut and leaned against the facing wall trying desperately to regain her breath.

After a minute or two of concern there was still no sign of the tenacious Mr. Richardson, allowing her to relax slightly. She looked down and realised her outfit wasn't really suitable for roaming the halls of an old people's home.

Her vest top was around her waist with only her pumps and lacy panties in their correct position. To make matters worse her chest was covered in Mr. Richardson's sticky cum. Quickly she pulled her top over her breasts, limiting her level of exposure at least a little. Looking in both directions she tried to think of her next move. Fortunately it was quiet in the corridor with most of the residents likely taking an afternoon nap. The reception area was out of the question looking like this so she couldn't exactly leave just yet. However she could try searching one of the rooms for something to make herself more presentable, or to just hide for a while. She also didn't feel like being so close to Mr. Richardson's room. The further she was from that creep the better.