Customer Service At Old Folks Home

I used to work at a Senior Community Center near Phoenix, AZ.
Some of you know that these places are like little cities with all the same things that resorts have. I worked in the main office part time.

During my lunch and other breaks, I would wonder off and hang out in different areas where my supervisor wouldn't be able to find me.
In one of these breaks, I found a patio near some of the bachelor - widower apartments.

There was some old guy yelling about how his room hadn't been cleaned yet and there was going to be Hell to pay! He saw me sitting on the bench there and called me over. He saw I was wearing a name tag said that I was just the girl he wanted to talk to but called me "tootsie".
I thought he was going to ask me to get someone from management to help him out so I followed him into his room from the patio.

He started pointing out how his bed was in disarray and his trashed was still full. I told him that I would let the management office know that he was dissatisfied. That's when he really got mad.
He didn't care who I told and that was the trouble with all of "us" illegal people not wanting to earn a proper days wage and how "we" cut corners and do only the bare minimum to get by.

I thought he was still talking about the cleaning staff but was really confused so I told him that I'd get right on it. That made him happy I guess cause he left me in his bedroom and went to his bathroom with one last "get that bed made before I come back out". That's when I understood that he thought I was a maid.

I was going to say something but the tv was on and the fan was making lots of noise. I planned on telling him after he came back out. I waited a bit and then sat down on his bed.
When he saw me on the un-made bed, his face was really red. He took off his button up shirt and khaki pants and only had on a white wife-beater, boxers and black socks.

I was trying to tell him that I worked in the main office but he was just getting started.
As I was getting verbally reamed, my gaze was caught by boxers. They opening was slowly stretching open by his growing erection. True story!
The fat penis head was pinkish and was becoming bluish and then royal purple as the head became swollen. He was getting so horny just yelling at me! His face looked so angry and all I could see was his cock.

He noticed me staring cause he changed his tone. "See something you like"? I can't lie, I immediately began to get really wet and the smell of his musky crotch was so very close. My nipples got hard and my mouth began to water. I was actually drooling. The tip was glistening with droplets of his pre-cum.

I didn't even get a chance to pretend that I wasn't fascinated with the thought of putting it in my mouth before he was pushing his thick cock against my mouth. It was just instinct that I opened my mouth. He was saying something else but I couldn't hear anything.

I was gasping and sucking. His hands were firmly gripping and cupping my ears. My hands were still on my lap but had to move them around my back to brace myself from falling backwards. He was putting his weight into my face.

He was engrossed in the moment, moaning and speaking through gritting teeth. Something about calling ICE on me if I said anything about this.
This went on for about fifteen minutes.

As his cum splashed on my tonsils and his moaning got desperate, his voice changed to something much softer and gentler, "that's it sweetheart, swallow like a good girl, daddy is so proud of his good girl".

I swallowed his full load. It was quite a bit too. He must not had had a discharge in quite some time. No wonder he was so agitated all the time. It took me a minute or two to get all of it down. I asked him for a tissue and wiped my mouth without a word.

He looked so exhausted and worn out. He asked me to just leave everything for tomorrow and apologized for raising his voice to me. Then he went back to the bathroom and started the shower.

I sat up, got off the bed and closed the door behind me.
As I walked back to the office, I patted myself down and noticed that I didn't get a single drop on my outfit. Score!