Bart Warfdale and his personal hygiene problem

Abbie lifted the sheet and slid swiftly under. As she looked up to see who the mystery individual was, Abbie was greeted firstly by a huge bulbous cock head, looming semi-erect above her. The teenager groaned inwardly. Over the course of the last year she had been fucked several times a day by every old cock in the Bellevue Home For Retired Gentle Folk. She knew each one by sight – and in the case of Bart Warfdale (Room #23), by smell as well.

And that was what hit her next, before she even noticed his face grinning toothlessly down at her, she smelt the unmistakeable reek of naked unwashed old guy.

His monstrous cock surged and grew in anticipation of what pleasures her teenage lips might bring, whilst Abbie tried to think of a way out of this. And then it occurred to her that she was near the buffet table.

Abbie reached up out of the sheet with one arm, felt around on the table, until she encountered the nearest bowl, reached inside it and scooped out a large dollop of… cream! (well she was dressed as a cat after all). She spread it generously across the old man’s odoriferous member, much to his obvious delight. Then she returned to the bowl for another helping.

As she applied the cream, old Bart’s odour became mercifully more muffled, until Abbie finally reached a point when she felt able to give the old perv what he wanted… almost. As the teenager slid her cream-slicked hand up and down his gnarled old stalk, watching it twitch and jerk in obvious pleasure, she had an idea.

Slowly, Abbie began to unzip the front of her catsuit, displaying generous creamy-white cleavage to the old man’s gaze. Bart cackled with barely suppressed glee as more and more of Abbie’s generous breasts came into view. Finally, the zip pulled fully apart and her large breasts burst fully free of their confinement.

Abbie reached up one last time to the table, pulled down a bottle of syrup and squirted it between her generous breasts. Then she took Bart’s creamy cock in her hands and slid it between her warm slippery tits.

Bart gasped with pleasure as her soft youthful breasts massaged his hard old lustful cock. The pleasure was almost more than he could bear. He tried desperately to control himself and prolong the ecstasy But soon he felt that familiar sense of constriction in his old balls, as hot sperm was **** up his hard old cock, splattering against Abbie’s chin and running in rivulets down her neck and over her cream-covered syrup-stained tits.

Abbie winced as old Bart cried out in uncontrollable lust. She had hoped to sneak out from the sheet and straight under the table, to get away unseen. But in any case, she had not realised that her legs had been sticking out from the sheet all this time, as she had knelt in front of Bart’s old cock. As she emerged, a round of applause from all of the residents greeted Abbie.

Abbie sighed, well she had blown two old guys, been buggered by a third and tittie-fucked a fourth, not to mention giving Pearl a tongue lashing. She wondered who and what would be next.