After what felt like an eternity, Mr. Shah finally stopped peeing. But then, to Natasha’s horror, he started stroking inside her mouth with his hand tightly gripping her head. She tried to pull away, but he held her head firmly in place. Having her beautiful face on his cock and her velvety tongue massaging his dick, Mr. Shah couldn’t help but release his pent-up desire. Within 2 minutes, he climaxed, shooting sticky, white cum into her mouth.
Natasha was shocked and sat there, her lips coated with a mixture of cum, pee, and pubic hair. She had never imagined that her job as a caretaker would lead to something so degrading and disgusting. But she also couldn’t deny that a part of her had enjoyed the thrill of it all. She quickly cleaned up and left, feeling a mix of emotions – disgust, shame, and arousal.
From that day on, things were never the same between Natasha and Mr. Shah.
On the next day, Natasha was cooking in the kitchen, wearing a tank top and tiny shorts. The intense heat of the kitchen had caused her to break a sweat, leaving her clothing drenched and her body glistening with sweat. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Mr. Shah creeping up behind her until she felt a chilling breath on her neck.
Startled, she turned around to find the old man standing there, his eyes filled with lust and desire. ‘What do you need?’ she asked, trying to maintain her composure.
‘You,’ he replied in a frail yet deep voice.
‘Please stop,’ Natasha begged, trying to push him away, while secretly being excited. But Mr. Shah was more determined than ever, using his manipulative ways to make her comply. ‘Let me do what I want, or you lose your job,’ he said, his words like daggers to her.
She didn’t care much about her job, but she wanted to see where this leads. Natasha reluctantly stood there as Mr. Shah began exploring her body. She cringed as he caressed her waist and navel, his cold, rough hands sending shivers down her spine. But deep down, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of excitement at the thought of being desired by this old pervert.
Her excitement quickly intensified as Mr. Shah raised her top and inserted his hands inside, reaching out to her breasts and kneading them sensually. Natasha couldn’t help but squeal and yell in pain as he pinched her nipples, leaving behind red marks on her skin.
But Mr. Shah wasn’t done yet. He kept his hands on her breasts, squeezing them roughly, while rubbing his erect member between her soft ass cheeks. Natasha could feel his drool dripping down her neck, down her cleavage, making her feel even more aroused.
Suddenly, Mr. Shah whispered in her ear, ‘Time to feed you,’ as he pressed down on her head. Natasha knew what he wanted and wasted no time in getting on her knees.
She started sucking his cock, coating it with her bright red lipstick. He wanted to go deeper, and he began to deepthroat her, his pube poking on her face, his cock causing her to gag and salivate heavily. By now, a valley of precum, his saliva, her saliva, and her sweat had formed in her cleavage.