Back down the corridor

The sitting room looked a little dead, to use one word, and Leanne decided it would be more interesting to explore further inside the home. She turned back to where she had come from and took a right towards the corridor. It was very narrow and dimly lit. Most of the light was coming from a small window at the far end. There was also an odd smell filling the air. More so than the usual pungent odour you associate with old people. Leanne could see doors lining each side of the corridor, which she guessed were the rooms where the residents stayed.

Before she could venture any further, she was stopped by a voice from behind her. "Excuse me! Where are you going?" Leanne admonished herself for getting caught and slowly turned around expecting to come face to face to the surly receptionist again. However she was pleasantly surprised to see a young woman, about a year or two older than Leanne. She was quite sweet and cute in appearance. "Are you here to volunteer?"

"Yes." nodded Leanne enthusiastically. "I just arrived."

"I see. Hmm... Maybe today's not a good day," said the young woman thoughtfully, giving Leanne the once over. "We can arrange another day for you to come and..."

"It's okay," replied Leanne swiftly. "I mean, I'm here now and I'd really like to help." She smiled at the young woman, hoping it would go down better than it had with the receptionist, who surprisingly didn't return the gesture.

She quickly flicked though the clipboard of papers she holding. "A lot of the residents are in their rooms now. All of the doors will be open, we don't lock them in case there's an emergency. If you need help just ask a member of staff. My name's Abbie. You can ask for me anywhere."

"Thanks, Abbie. I'm Leanne." With that brief introduction the young woman walked away leaving Leanne free to continue. As she walked down the tight corridor she read the names next to each door. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to be doing and was really just searching until she found a name she liked the sound of.

The corridor turned left at the end and Leanne was about to try down there when she heard a lift opening. Just around the corner an old man was being helped by a woman Leanne guessed was one of the workers. She smiled at the pair of them and was greeted warmly by the woman, however the old man's grin was slightly more on the seedy side.

"Oh, John." said the worker. "You're shoelace is untied again."

"I'll get it," declared Leanne, trying to be helpful.

"Thanks, love. I'll just go get him a cup of tea while you do that, then I'll be back. Shouldn't be too long." The worker waddled back the way Leanne had just come from, leaving Leanne alone with the grinning old man.

"Let's sort that lace of yours shall we." She bent down in front of the old man to fasten his shoe. Just as she had almost finished tying it, she saw something out of the corner of her eye. She looked up and came face to face with the old man's member. Leanne gasped in surprise.

She was about to say something but the instant she opened her mouth the old man shoved his cock between her lips. It caught her off guard and she gagged on the fat shaft. She tried to pull away but there was no escape. The old man was surprisingly strong despite his appearance and held her head firmly as he started to fuck her mouth. Leanne had **** but to give the old man a blow job.

As she fellated the old man Leanne noticed how big his dick was. It filled her mouth and she struggled to take it all in. There was also something unnatural looking about it. But before she had time to think about it, Leanne heard footsteps coming their way.

'Crap!' she thought. 'It's probably that working coming back. How am I gonna explain this?'

"John?" came the worker's voice, only metres away from them. "Are you okay round there?"

"Just... coming," he replied.

Leanne tried to fight free. The footsteps were just seconds away now and she was about to get caught sucking off one of the residents. She was pretty sure this wasn't what they had in mind when they asked for volunteers.

With Leanne fearing the worst and unable to escape the old man's grip she suddenly felt the familiar taste of cum flooding her mouth. Gagging as it filled her throat. The old man released his grip on her head and coolly guided his satisfied penis back inside his pants. Not a moment too soon.

"All set, John?" asked the worker with a warm smile. "You look like you're ready for that cup of tea now."

Leanne kept her back to the woman while she swallowed the remainder of the cum in her mouth. Using the wall for support she dragged herself back to her feet and turned to face her. Hoping there weren't any revealing remnants clinging to her lips.

"Thanks again, love," she said to Leanne. "Come on, John."

As the two of them disappeared around the corner the old man looked back to give Leanne a knowing wink. She couldn't believe what had just happened and how close she'd come to getting caught too. It certainly hadn't been as straightforward an afternoon as she thought when she arrived.