It gets so much worse, or better, depending on your perspective

The next half hour went by relatively smoothly at least as far as Camille was concerned. She breathed a sigh of relief that a whole thirty minutes passed and nothing too out of her control happened. The only issue was the first bit of getting him into the tub.

He had to be naked obviously, and so when she took the robe off him she stared, almost in shock, at the huge erect penis he was sporting. As thick as her wrist as nearly the length of her forearm, she actually felt some fear looking at it. What’s more, it was pointed directly at her.

Frank looked at her, savoring her look of discomfort. Her cute little face was bugeyed as several thoughts of what might happen to her during the course of her employment here crossed her mind.

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry I… I am just so embarassed. I don’t know how this could get any worse…” He really was getting good at acting, even with his tone of voice, “I can’t believe this is happening…”

“It’s okay, Mr Albert.” Camille said, her smile faltered, but she tried to hold it up, “I’m sure you would do things differently if you could.”

“Uh huh.” He said, gazing at her tits while she helped him into the tub. He lay on his back, half of his dick sticking out the top of the water like a submarine’s periscope.

Then she cleaned his body with the soap and sponge in the most clinical and unsexy way possible, which was fine. It was what he had expected, but not for much longer.

She went to the corner of the room to get a different variety of soaps to use and clean mop some of the water that had spilled all over the bathroom. The entire time she could barely hold her disgust back, trying not to gag everytime her costume pulled away from her skin with the noise of his saliva. She shook her head, she had to think about the money!

She turned around with a false bright smile and came back, rinsing his head with shampoo. His shaft had deflated and gone back under the water, which she was thankful for. The large tool had made the first bit of the whole thing awkward just bobbing around like that, but Frank wasn’t happy about this at all. The entire reason she was here was to drain out his ball chowder. If he wasn’t hard when she was here then what value was she bringing?

He was frowning angrily, glaring at the wall while thinking of what to do next.

“Are you okay?” Camille asked, curious, maybe even a little concerned.

“I’m fine,” He sulked like a child. “I’m just a bit disappointed… it seems like you didn’t read the entire book. You were supposed to wash all of me, but you didn’t.”

Camille looked genuinely puzzled, as well as quite fetching in her little uniform and with her confused expression.

“I followed all the instructions exactly as it said in the book,” She said.

“Well, if you did, you would have also… cleaned my penis too. It is a part of me as well.”

Her eyes went wider, and she unconsciously shook her head, “I…”

“I can understand if you don’t feel comfortable doing it. I would never pressure you to do something you’re uncomfortable with, but this is not anything too intimate. It’s just for my well being. If you’re not willing to do it, I will respect your decision as I respect you, but I may have to find someone else who is really looking out for the my best interest, so I can in turn look out for their best interests.”

She opened her mouth to argue but didn’t even know what to say, and then closed her lucious lips. They were so plump and full… truly juicy.

“No… no, you’re right. I shouldn’t have been so rude.”

“That’s okay.” Frank smirked, watching her hands go under the water with the sponge. “You shouldn’t use a sponge. For the best effects, you should use your bare hands and directly apply the soap. Use both hands” He leaned back in the tub and put his hands behind his head.

She didn’t argue and put the sponge away, putting both her hands into the hot water and grasping the tune of flesh. It was thick and heavy even in it’s soft state, and she felt the weight of it in her hands when she picked it up, unable to stop herself from cringing. She caught herself and quickly flashed him a short professional smile but she couldn’t maintain it for more than a second, and her face scrunched up again.

She stroked the dick, going from the base to the tip. The feeling of her tiny, soft hands agaisnt his shaft quickly pumped the blood where it needed to go. Her delicate ministrations with her little fingers sent vibrations of pleasure through his cock and he nearly writhed from the overwhelming nature of it.

His mouth hung slack-jawed in pleasure, and his eyelids were half closed in leisurely lust. He was soon at full mast again, and the unpaid maid stroked the length of it, up and down with both hands. He gazed at her while he did so, his face so obviously displaying the sexual pleasure he was experiencing and he made no attempt to hide it.

“Your hands are small and smooth,” He said, drooling a little from the pleasure. He alternated his stares between her face and her tits, “They’re built for this kind of work. I made a good choice in hiring you. And speaking of jobs… tell me about your friends.”

Camille was caught off guard, “My… my friends?” She said, looking at him. The entire time her hands were going up and down his lengthy cock mechanically.

“Yes, I’m sure you’re friends with other young college girls like you who know their place,” He caught himself and added, “and the role you can all play in society if you have the right resources behind you.”

“Oh,” She said, clearing her throat, “Well… there’s not a lot to tell really. Most of my friends are in my other classes, and--”

As usual, her voice faded to the background and he wasn’t even sure what she was talking about after a while.

The rising crescendo in his balls was reaching a fever pitch. She was so good at giving handjobs and probably didn’t even realize it. As she went on, he started slowly flexing his hips. When her hands went down the shaft, he would push his hips forward and thrust into the warm, soapy, silky hole made by her two hands clasped together. Soon, he was out and out fucking her hands, albeit a bit slowly, he was actually old after all.

She tried to maintain her composure, talking about her college while he used her hands. So he lay mostly on his back, hands behind his head, thrusting his large dong into her hands and she tried to deal with the weight of the tool, though it was a bit easier when it was rock solid and standing on it’s own strength. It looked healthier and full of life than the rest of the skinny old man.

“So, I decided the best thing to do then--” She was saying.

“You know,” He interrupted, “When you’re washing a man, there can sometimes be a mess. These things can’t be helped, not with people my own age.” He continued fucking her hand, not giving a second thought to hiding how much pleasure he was experiencing. “It’s going to be very messy, I apologize my dear, but you’ll need to get a bucket.”

She didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath and released it in a huge sigh of relief. She was terrified he would suggest the most perverted thing and try to cum all over her, because she knew that was the only next option. He wouldn’t admit it and she wouldn’t press the issue, and so she was so grateful he had suggested the bucket.

She ran to the other side of the room, maybe a bit too enthusiastically, so happy it was turning out this way at least. If she was going to be tricked into giving an old man a handjob, this was a good show of mercy.

He pushed himself upward and she helped him onto the side of the tub, where he sat on it’s edge with his hard dick hanging over the bucket.

“Now, just kneel down in front of the bucket and continue what you were doing,” He said, mouth still hanging open.

Saying nothing, she did as she was told, giving him a perfect view of her immense tits from the top yet again.

He continued thrusting into both her hands, and picked up the speed as he got closer to his climax. She could sense it coming as well. She could almost see his large, egg sized nuts contract in their sac, ready to blow a huge load. She aimed it for the bucket as she did so.

“Oh my… oh yes… you’re doing such a good job. Almost there, Camille.” His dong slipped slickly between her soapy hands, back and forth. She stayed on her knees, jostled back and forth slightly by the **** of his slow thrusting motions. He made sure to watch her melons for the faintest sight of jiggle when her hands reached his base.

“Oh god!” The excitement was getting too much. He had to cum, now. “Here it cums!” He nearly wailed. She aimed his long dick down at the bucket.

With a slackjawed look of depraved lust, Frank reached over and behind her, and gave a very light tug at the string on the back of her uniform. The uniform was designed such that the bow could always be easily undone. It didn’t matter how complicated you made the knot or how much work you put into tying it really tightly. In her case it had taken her several minutes and a lot of work into tying a solid knot. With almost no effort, the old man used two fingers and the knot came undone entirely. The flimsy maid top practically fell away and left the girl’s humongous chest exposed. Each huge tit was as magnificent as he remembered.

“Oh no! Not again!” She exclaimed, trying in vain to cover up her massive titty. In the process she let go of his dong.

The lace was so easy to undo she wasn’t even aware he was the one who undid it. It felt to her like it just fell away on it’s own.

While she was fighting to put her outfit back together, Frank suddenly stood up, kicked the bucket away and pointed the dick directly at her face.

“Oh fuck!” he yelled, and shot out a thick wad of clumpy, viscous sperm. It splattered audibly right below her nose and she raised up a hand to defend herself as if she were under attack or something. She shuffled backward, and Frank followed her, awkwardly shuffling forward with his dick out and chasing her down.

The second load came quickly, and luckily she opened her mouth.

“Shit- What-” While she was talking, she opened wide like he had hoped, and he aimed right for her throat. A huge, thick stream of jizz flew right in. It was thick enough, with the consistency of oatmeal.

“Yes!” He couldn’t contain his joy. He was so worried for a second she might keep her mouth closed and he wouldn’t be able to get any in there. To make it even better, it didn’t just go in her mouth but went directly down her throat while she was talking and so it went into her windpipe instead of her stomach.

The chewy sperm clogged up her throat and blocked her airways immediately. She grabbed at her throat in an attempt to clear the way, and kicked her sexy legs attractively.

“Oh, fuck, take it. Take it.” Frank said gleefully.

She writhed on the floor, taking short gasping breaths of what little air could make it into her lungs through the occasional bubble in the cum. It had really caught in her throat and was wiggling up and down her trachea with every struggle to breathe, making the situation even worse. She shook and spasmed on the floor, kicking her legs and grabbing her neck while Frank masturbated over her, dropping the rest of the loads on her.

While she struggled to breathe through the layer of jizz over her throat, Frank thoroughly enjoyed way her breasts quivered and shook throughout her involuntary spasms. They jiggled magnificently everytime she tried to get some air.

He fired out another load, hitting her right in the eye. He giggled in excitement and she was **** to close it to keep it out while the cum in her throat was finally beginning to give way and her struggles slowed down but didn’t come to a stop.

Frank didn’t let her go though, making sure to waddle over her whenever her struggles took her out of his way so she couldn’t escape a single drop of cum, shooting out forceful loads that slapped onto her skin. Soon, her face was covered and a good portion of her tits.

His deflated penis hung down low again it’s tip pointing directly at her face while she lay on her back on the floor, coughing out the chunks of sperm that were still caught in her throat. Some of it would be there for a while.

Still in the throes of his pleasure, and not giving too much of a shit about his act, he stroked his penis slowly to get out the last few drops and make sure he sprinkled them on the bitch’s face.

“Fuck,” Frank said in a haze of contentment, his voice husky with perverted satisfaction, “You’re so weak you just lost a fight to a cumload.”

He crouched over her, lowering himself so his hairy, low hanging balls were dangling right above her face, each one the size of a hard boiled egg. For good measure, he grasped his flaccid penis and flicked it over her face, making sure to splatter her with every last droplet of cum. Once he was satisfied, he dragged his old bones back into his wheelchair and collapsed into it with a sigh.

Camille was on her back on the tiled bathroom floor. Her mascara had run down her face; tears had involuntarily streamed down her face when she was fighting to get the semi-solid cum dislodged from her throat. It was so creamy in it’s consistency she was convinced some of it would still be in her windpipe for days to cum. It would take some time, but eventually she would have to cough it all up to get rid of it.

She put herself together, working to get her jiggling mamms back into the corset. It was a much more deliberate display, now that she’d been debased by him she wasn’t particularly concerned with hurrying to get dressed again. She sniffled cutely, and took deep breaths, still getting used to breathing without interruption again.

She was such a mess, and he hadn’t even dicked her down yet. She’d be completely broken by the time he was done with her.

Once she got dressed, that’s when the performance began.

Frank’s eyes went wide, and his hands flew to his face in mock shock. “Oh my lord! My dear Camille! I… I don’t know what came over me. Oh lord, the dementia is truly taking a hold of me! I must be losing my mind. I cannot believe what just happened here.” He shook his head vigorously, “My goodness, this is just too much. My mind, my body, they're leaving me in my old age. Oh, can you ever forgive me? For the sake of our futures? We can truly do great things together if you give this partnership a chance."

Completely humiliated, if Camille was going to argue, she swallowed the argument when her eyes looked up to the solid gold chandelier hanging from the ceiling.