Enter another room

Leanne picked a door at random and hastily knocked before flinging the door open and darting inside. She just had enough time to glance at the nameplate outside the room and learn the occupant’s name was Mr. Richardson. Once inside she closed the door behind her, panting desperately.

“Hello?” called out a large figure from across the room. “Who’s that?”

Leanne peered into the gloom to see the resident sat on his bed, watching her closely with a creepy grin on his face. "Um... Hi there, Mr... Mr. Richardson."

The old man gently patted the bed next to him, encouraging the young woman to come closer whilst practically licking his lips. Reluctantly Leanne did as he requested. Her skin crawling as she moved closer to the large figure. The nearer she stepped the more she realised Mr. Richardson was a very big man. Not just in height, which was difficult to guess while he sat like that, but also enormously obese. There was also an odd smell. She wasn't sure if it was coming from him or just the room in general. The young woman took a seat balanced on the bed, as far away from Mr. Richardson as she could sit.

"You're very pretty," leered the old man, sliding along the bed to get nearer and leaving her with nowhere to go. “And your outfit is so sexy!” Leanne peered down at her dishevelled appearance and lack of jeans.

"Um... Thanks," she replied nervously. She thought about returning the compliment but there was no way she could bring herself to do it. Even if it was just a lie, saying anything nice about this human blob was too much. "So... err..." She tried to think quickly for a change of subject. "What do you like to do?"

"I like pretty girls like you," came the seedy response. That wasn't exactly what Leanne meant by 'do' and she was horrified at the thought. She squirmed awkwardly on the precipice of the bed. "You seem nervous. Why don't you come closer and get more comfortable?" As the overweight old man bounced nearer, Leanne found herself propelled upwards before crashing hard to the cold floor. "Here. Give me a hand." Before she realised that he'd said 'give ME a hand' Leanne reached forward blindly in the dim light of the room. Her hand came into contact with something hard and thick. Wrapping her hand around the object she heard the old man groan.

With a sharp gasp she looked up swiftly and saw her fingers around Mr. Richardson's swollen member. She wasn't sure if it was erect or just as fat as the rest of him. She tried to pull her hand away sharply but the old man's shaft was incredibly sticky with some kind of weird substance. She tugged hard but only succeeded in unwittingly pleasuring him.

"Mmm... that's it!" he grunted in a disturbing tone. "Now why don't you show me those lovely breasts of yours?" Leanne was starting to panic. It appeared as though she had no escape and would be **** to giving this old, fat creep what he wanted.