I stepped into the nursing home, the cool air hitting my bare skin under my short skirt. No panties meant every breeze teased my smooth pussy, already getting slick from the thrill of being here. My short-sleeved top clung to my perky tits, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide my hard nipples poking through like they were begging for attention.

Mom thought volunteering would ‘straighten me out,’ but at 18, with my blonde hair bouncing and my spankable ass swaying, I knew I’d find ways to entertain myself. The residents’ eyes followed me as I chatted with a few, flashing smiles that promised more than just conversation.

Pushing a cart of magazines down the hall, I heard a weak call from a room ahead. “Help! Nurse! Anyone!”

My heart quickened. It sounded like my kind of trouble. I peeked in, but the bed was empty, curtains drawn against the afternoon sun. The voice came again, muffled, from the bathroom door ajar. “In here! Please!”

I slipped inside the small space, steam from a recent shower hanging in the air, mixing with the faint scent of soap and something muskier.

“What’s wrong, Mister?” I asked, my voice light and curious.

He stood with his back to me, pants around his ankles, hunched over the sink. Slowly, he turned, and my eyes dropped straight to it, his cock jutting out like a monster, nine inches long and thick as a soda can, veins bulging, the head already glistening with pre-cum. At 70, this old codger had a dick that could split me open, and the sight made my pussy clench with need.

“I took the wrong damn pills,” he groaned, his voice rough and desperate, eyes locking on my tits straining against my top. “I took fucking Viagra. Now I’ve got this raging hard-on, and my family’s coming soon. Can’t let them see me like this. You gotta help, girl. Suck it down for me.”

His hand gripped the base, stroking once, making it twitch. I bit my lip, heat flooding my core. This was why I came here, to feel that rush, to give in to the hunger that never quit.

I grinned, stepping closer, the tile cool under my feet. “Suck it? That’s what you want from a volunteer like me?”

My fingers trailed down my skirt, lifting it just enough to flash my bare pussy, already wet. The old man stared, breath hitching.

“Fuck yes,” he rasped, “and then ride it if you can take it. Look at you, tits out like that, no bra ... I bet you’re a little slut dying for some cock. Come on, get on your knees and worship this old man’s meat.”

His dirty words sent a shiver through me, making my nipples ache. I dropped to my knees on the bathmat, the position spreading my thighs, cool air kissing my dripping folds. Up close, his cock loomed, heavy balls hanging low, wrinkled skin taut with arousal.

“God, it’s huge,” I murmured, leaning in to nuzzle his sack, inhaling the salty, earthy scent.

My tongue flicked out, lapping at one ball, then the other, sucking gently as he moaned above me.

“That’s it, lick my balls, you dirty girl,” he growled, his hand tangling in my blonde hair, guiding me. “Taste how full they are ... Those balls are gonna flood your mouth soon.”

I hummed against him, the vibration making him buck, then tilted my head lower, my tongue tracing the crease of his ass. He gasped, spreading his legs wider. I delved in, licking the tight ring of his asshole, rimming him slow and wet, savoring the forbidden tang that made my clit throb. His body trembled, the intimacy raw, like I was claiming every inch of him.

I felt pity for his desperation mixed with my own wild need, turning this into something more profound than just a quick suck. I wanted to make him feel alive, to drain him until he begged for mercy. Pulling back, I dragged my tongue up the underside of his shaft, from balls to tip, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” I whispered, looking up at his flushed face, eyes wild with lust.

“Open wide, slut,” he commanded, voice thick. “Suck this fat cock like you mean it.”

I parted my lips, stretching around the girth as I took him in, inch by inch. My jaw ached, but the fullness was intoxicating, his heat pulsing on my tongue. I bobbed slowly at first, hollowing my cheeks, swirling around the head while my hand pumped the base. Saliva dripped down, mixing with his pre-cum, making sloppy sounds echo in the steamy bathroom.

He thrust shallowly, fucking my mouth. “Fuck, your throat’s tight ... I’m gonna cum soon, swallow every drop, you hear? Play with it after, rub it on those perky tits.”

I moaned around him, the vibration pushing him closer, my free hand cupping his balls again, rolling them as I deep-throated him. The mix of his grunts and my gags filled the air, my pussy aching, juices trickling down my thighs. I felt connected, his need fueling mine, like we were both escaping the mundane in this forbidden heat.

His hips jerked, grip tightening. “Here it comes ... Take it all!”

Hot spurts hit the back of my throat, thick and salty, cum flooding my mouth. I swallowed greedily, milking the old man’s cock with my lips, but some overflowed, dribbling down my chin. Pulling off with a pop, I caught the last ropes on my tongue, playing with the warm load, swirling it before licking my lips clean. His cock softened slightly, but still throbbed, and I stroked it, smearing the remnants over my heaving tits, the sticky warmth making my skin tingle.

“Jesus, girl,” he panted, eyes on my cum-glazed chest, “you’re a natural. But I’m not done ... My family can wait a bit longer. I need to bury this in your tight pussy now.”

My heart raced, body humming with anticipation, ready to feel him stretch me wide. His words hung in the steamy air, rough and demanding, but I had other ideas. My body buzzed with that deep, aching need, the kind that made me want to control the pace, to draw out every groan from this old codger.

I grabbed his arm, pulling him toward the toilet seat. “Sit down, Mister,” I purred, my voice low and teasing, eyes locked on his still-hard cock, slick from my mouth. “I want to ride you my way.”

He stumbled back, pants tangling at his feet, and dropped onto the closed lid with a grunt, his thick shaft bobbing upright, ready for me.

I hiked up my short skirt, the fabric bunching at my waist, exposing my bare, dripping pussy. Straddling the old man’s lap, I positioned myself over him, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. His hands immediately went to my hips, rough palms scraping my smooth flesh as I lowered slowly, the fat head of his cock nudging my slick folds.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he rasped, eyes devouring the way my perky tits strained against my top, nipples still hard from the cool air and our heat.

I grinned down at him, blonde hair falling around my face, and ground my pussy hard against his thick, pulsing cock, sliding the length along my slit without taking him in yet. The friction sent sparks through my clit, my juices coating him, making him glisten even more.

“Oh god, yes,” I moaned softly, rolling my hips in slow circles, feeling every vein throb against my sensitive lips.

His cock was so thick, pressing up against me like it owned the space between my thighs, and the intimacy of it, the way his aged body trembled under mine, stirred something tender in my chest. He wasn’t just some desperate old man. He was alive with want, mirroring the fire in me, and I wanted to feed it, to make us both lose control together. His fingers dug deeper into my hips, clutching like he was afraid I’d vanish, pulling me closer with a hungry growl that vibrated through his chest to mine.

Leaning down, I captured his lips in a deep kiss, our mouths crashing together with wet urgency. His tongue pushed in, tasting of faint mint and the salt of his own cum from earlier, and I sucked on it greedily, moaning into him. Breaking just enough to whisper filthy promises in his ear, my breath hot against his wrinkled skin, I said, “I’m gonna milk every last drop from these heavy balls, you dirty old fuck. Gonna ride this monster cock until you beg to cum inside me, fill my tight pussy with your hot load.”

He shuddered beneath me, a deep groan rumbling from his throat, his grip tightening as if my words were igniting him all over again.

“Promise?” he shot back, voice gravelly, one hand sliding up to squeeze my ass, fingers kneading the spankable flesh. “Then do it, slut ... Take what’s yours.”

The dirty talk fueled the emotional pull between us, turning this quick bathroom tryst into something raw and connecting, like we were sharing secrets in the steam. I lifted my hips slightly, then sank, impaling myself on the old man’s cock in one smooth motion. The stretch burned so good, his thickness splitting me open, filling me to the hilt until my ass rested on his thighs. I gasped at the fullness, cuntal walls clenching around him, feeling him pulse inside me, hot and insistent.

But I wasn’t done tasting him. Craving that salty mix again, I slid up slowly, his cock dragging out of my pussy with a wet pop, strings of my arousal connecting us. “Not yet,” I whispered, eyes gleaming as I dropped to my knees between his spread legs, the tile biting into my skin.

Taking him deep into my mouth again, I savored the new flavor, my own tangy juices blended with his pre-cum, coating his shaft. I sucked hard, tongue swirling around the head, cleaning every inch while my hand pumped the base, twisting gently. His balls hung heavy below, and I cupped them, rolling the soft, wrinkled sac in my palm, feeling them tighten under my touch.

“Fuck, your mouth’s heaven,” he groaned, head falling back against the wall, his free hand stroking my hair. “Suck it like that, play with my balls ... I’m gonna give you more cum soon, paint that pretty face.”

I hummed in response, the vibration making him buck, and delved lower again, my tongue flicking out to rim his asshole once more, wet and insistent, tasting the musky essence that made my pussy clench emptily. The act was intimate, vulnerable, drawing a whimper from him that twisted my heart, this old man, so needy, so grateful for my boldness. Pulling back up, I deep-throated him, gagging softly as the head hit my throat, saliva dripping down to soak his balls.

Rising, I straddled him again, my wet pussy pressing and rubbing against his now-sloppy cock, chasing my own release. I ground down hard, clit grinding against his shaft, the pressure building fast in my core.

“Feel how wet you make me?” I panted, leaning in to nip his earlobe, my tits brushing his chest through my top. “I’m gonna cum all over this fat dick, then let you fuck me proper.”

His hands roamed, one slipping between us to pinch my nipple through the fabric, sending jolts straight to my clit. The room filled with our heavy breaths, the slick sounds of my pussy sliding on him, and his muttered curses, “Ride it, girl, harder...” pushing me closer to the edge.

The thrill of his dominance mixed with a strange affection for his eagerness, making every grind feel like more than just sex. My body tensed, orgasm coiling tight, but I held back, wanting to drag it out, to feel him throb harder inside me when I finally let him in again. His cock twitched against my folds, pre-cum mixing with my wetness, promising another load if I kept teasing.

“Don’t stop,” he begged, voice breaking, eyes pleading up at me, and I knew we were far from done, the door might creak open any second, but that only made the heat burn brighter.

That plea in his voice snapped something in me, a rush of power and tenderness that made my heart pound alongside my pussy. I couldn’t hold back anymore. The need to own every inch of him, to push him over the edge while chasing my own high, was too strong. Sliding off his lap with a deliberate slowness, I felt his cock slip from between my slick folds, leaving a trail of our mixed wetness on my thighs. He looked up at me, confused and aching, but I just smirked, grabbing his shoulders.

“On the floor, old man,” I commanded, my voice husky with desire. “I want you flat on your back so I can really work you over.”

He didn’t argue, too lost in the haze of lust to resist. With a grunt, he let me maneuver him off the toilet seat, his pants still pooled at his ankles as I pushed him down onto the cool tile floor. The bathroom was cramped, steam from the sink still lingering in the air, but it didn’t matter. I flipped him onto his back easily, his body surprisingly pliant under my hands, and spread his legs wide, knees bent and feet planted.

His massive cock stood straight up like a flagpole, nine inches of thick, veined meat glistening with my juices and his pre-cum, balls hanging heavy and full below. The sight of him splayed out like that, vulnerable and desperate, hit me with a wave of affection. He was mine to devour, this wrinkled, eager codger who matched my fire so perfectly.

Kneeling between his thighs, I leaned in, my blonde hair brushing his skin as I took his massive cock deep into my mouth in one greedy plunge. The head hit the back of my throat, stretching my lips wide around his girth, and I sucked hard and slow, savoring the salty tang of us blended. My tongue pressed flat against the underside, tracing every ridge as I bobbed, hollowing my cheeks to create that tight suction he craved.

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” he groaned, his voice echoing off the tiles, hands fisting in my hair. “Suck my fat cock, you little whore, make it throb for you.”

His dirty words sent a thrill straight to my core, my pussy clenching emptily, dripping onto the floor as I worked him. I loved how he talked, raw and unfiltered, pulling me deeper into this intimate chaos we shared.

My hands didn’t stay idle. I cupped the old man’s heavy balls, the soft, wrinkled skin warm and weighty in my palms, rolling them gently at first, feeling them shift and tighten under my touch. They were so full, swollen with another load I intended to milk out, and the thought made my mouth water around his shaft. I massaged them thoroughly, squeezing just enough to draw out a hiss from him, my thumbs pressing into the sensitive spot behind them.

“Goddamn, play with my balls like that,” he rasped, hips bucking up involuntarily, fucking my face a little deeper. “Gonna cum buckets if you keep it up, fill that slutty mouth again.”

The way his body trembled not just from pleasure but from gratitude, like I’d awakened something long dormant in him, was terrific. It made me want to give more, to connect through every filthy act.

Emboldened, I let one hand slide lower, my fingers slick with saliva and pre-cum as I teased his tight asshole. Circling the puckered ring first, I felt him tense, then relax with a shuddering breath.