Natasha had always been known as the hottest girl in her college. Natasha is a captivating 19-year-old. Her dark hair frame her alluring pale complexion and stunning brown eyes. A nose ring adds to her seductive appeal. Her lips, plump and velvety, are painted with a deep shade of red. Defined collarbones and a perfectly sculpted midriff highlight her delicate figure. She exudes confidence with her big, tender bosom, pink nipples, and a slim waist. Her navel and love handles add to her fleshy curves, ending with a round and irresistible backside. But it was her reputation as a slut that truly set her apart. Natasha loved the attention that her flirtatious nature and revealing outfits brought her. She reveled in the power she held over the boys who would do anything to be with her.
But despite her wild and provocative persona, Natasha had a secret side to her. She worked part-time as a caretaker for an elderly man, Mr. Shah, who lived alone in a large house near the edge of town. At 92 years old, Mr. Shah was weak and frail, but he still had his wits about him. He had always been fond of Mr. Shah, admiring her beauty and confidence. But as he grew older, his admiration turned into something else – a deep, sexual longing for the young girl.
One day, while Natasha was dusting around Mr. Shah's room, she noticed him lying in bed, looking pale and weak. She rushed over to his side, worried that he was ill. But he assured her that he was just feeling a little weak and needed some help getting up. As he tried to get out of bed, he let out a groan and pretended to be in pain. Natasha panicked, thinking that he might be having a heart attack.
But as she tried to help him, Mr. Shah suddenly stopped and looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eye. ‘I need to pee, but I don't think I can make it to the bathroom,' he said with a sly smirk. Natasha was taken aback by his request and was at a loss for what to do. It would be a lot of work to clean the bed sheet and the bed she thought.
In a moment of desperation, Mr. Shah suggested that she drink his pee to avoid him wetting the bed. Natasha was shocked and initially refused. She suggested that he pee in a bottle. But he refused saying that he had a lot of pent up pee that a bottle cannot hold it. In that hasty moment she couldn't think of any other way to handle the situation. As she had previously sucked cocks of guys before, she thought how different is it going to be. ‘It's just slightly more disgusting but will save me a lot of work', she thought to herself. She reluctantly agreed and helped him pull down his shorts.
As she saw his ‘worm-like' penis, wrinkled and covered in white pubic hair, she couldn't stop herself from feeling repulsed. But she knew she had to do it – for both their sakes. She hesitantly took his member into her mouth, pursing her bright red lips around it and suddenly, he started urinating. The smell was pungent and the taste was bitter, but she swallowed every drop, feeling disgusted and humiliated.
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.
And just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, Mr. Shah lifted her top, exposing her breasts, but still keeping it on her to hold her boobs together. He slid his cock from underneath her top, rubbing it between her breasts while fucking them at the same time. His pubes now tickling her underboobs. Natasha felt waves of desire build inside her. She had a hard time accepting her arousal, but deep inside she was enjoying it. He wanted more, and he demanded that she suck on the tip of his member while he continued to fuck her breasts. Natasha complied and began kissing and sucking his shaft seductively due to the newfound wanting that she has developed for his cock. Although she wanted to feel more excitement and the pleasure that came along with it, after a few minutes, Mr. Shah reached his climax, ejaculating inside her mouth. Without hesitation, Natasha swallowed it all, like a good submissive girl.
As she stood there, feeling used, Natasha knew that this was just the beginning. Mr. Shah had shown her his cunning ways, and she knew that he would continue to use her in any way he wanted. Natasha was eager to see in what other ways he will use her and hence continued being the caretaker for the 92-year-old pervert.