Care For The Needy

Hey, so when I was 18 I managed to get a job as a carer for mentally handicapped people. I used to drive from house to house and spend time with people who need extra care due to mental or physical disability. Anyway I had to care for this guy. He was probably about 40. He was overweight and his hair was always scruffy always had food down his top and was a bit smelly. He didn’t talk but he made loads of loud random noises. He understood what was going on around him. His house was always messy. Sink filled with dirty plates and just his crap everywhere. He liked to sit on the sofa and watch tv. I heard rumour that he’d made other carers feel in easy before. I had been to him about five or six times before the incident.
So this one time I arrived and was let in by the carer who was finishing to go home and I had 2 hours to help him. I had to clean up, make his food and get him ready for night time care. I cooked his food and tried my best to tidy the house. It got around to changing his clothes. I’d never had a problem before but on this occasion I had his fresh t shirt and jogging bottoms ready and he was stood in his pants looking at the tv, shouting. I went out of the room for a second to get him some fresh socks and when I walked back in, he had his dick in his hand and he was wanking sporadically and shouting. His pants around his knees. I watched for a minute, but he didn’t acknowledge me watching, his pubes were long and unkept and spread around his inner thighs and up his chubby belly. I decided I’d stop him. I grabbed his and and he began to shout, but did not stop looking at the tv, his hips started humping and his dick was thrusting back and forward he kept trying to grab it but I touched it a couple of times as I was trying to hold his hand. I tried to pull his pants up but he’s bigger than I am and I stumble in the process and his dick ended up in my personal space. I turned my face away as his dick smelled so bad but he kept jumping the air. For some reason that I still don’t know today, I made a decision to open my mouth. I moved my face towards his thrusting dick and tried to line them up. I had both his hand in my hands and I was on my knees. He was still watching the tv. He trust forward and he cock went in for a second and the came out and he kept on jumping missing my mouth. I opened again and realigned and got his cock in my mouth. I felt it in and closed my lips and held my head as still as I could for him. He humped and humped for about three minutes. My eyes watered and I gagged due to him having no conception on how far down he could put his cock. And the smell and taste also made me gag. It was disgusting. He continued to thrust while I waited for him to get done. He shouted louder and louder and then his dick unloaded his cum into my mouth, some into my throat and some over my lips and down my shirt. It went everywhere as he didn’t stop humping while he blew his load. Once he’d finished he stood still quietly and slowly clapping. I pulled his pants up and got his clothes one. I walked him back to his spot on the sofa and sat him down. I went to his bathroom and tried to clean myself up as best I could. I was the cum off me face. For the rest of the evening all I could smell was his cock smell on my face. I worked with him for a good few months after the incident. He didn’t wank every time I was there but the times he did is walk in and he’d be shouting and wanking but he’d be looking at me as he knew I’d give him what he wanted. The other girls at the care company mentioned that he’d started wanking while they where there. But they don’t know why it started and they don’t know I used to donate my mouth to him.