Riley's New Purpose - A Slut In the Making - Chapter 1: The Pervert In Room 213

An ambitious 16-year-old teen volunteer’s at a nursing home where an encounter with a manipulative resident turns into her losing her virginity.

I pushed through the heavy glass doors of the Granitewood Nursing Home where the scent of old people had hit me like a wall. An elderly woman with a wrinkled face sat at the receptionist desk and greeted me as I approached. "Hello dear. Are you here to visit someone?" she asked in a raspy voice.

I responded, "Hi. I called an hour ago about volunteer opportunities here. I spoke with Sherry and she told me to come today."

My name is Riley and I am at the top of my junior high school class, on route to becoming valedictorian next year. I currently have a perfect GPA score, which includes all the AP and honors classes I have aced so far. I am on the Ivy League track and adding volunteer work to my resume is just another box to check off to ensure I get into my top choices of schools. Parties, boys, and social media? That was for the lesser. The ones who don't have goals of leading a Fortune 500 company in a decade, like me. My world revolved around textbooks, exams, grades, and the quiet satisfaction of being better than everyone else.

Sherry, a middle-aged woman with frizzy hair and tired eyes, met with me in her tiny office. "If you are available, you can start today," she said as she shuffled papers. "We're short staffed and I can assign you to support Mr. Johnson in room 213."

She paused with a sour expression plastered across her face. "He's... a handful. I want to give my staff a break from him for a few hours. All you need to do is check on him every fifteen minutes, give him his meds, get his food, keep him comfortable, and if he is willing, talk to him. That's it. Oh, and try not to let him kick you out of his room."

As if on cue and while I nodded my head happily able to start today, I looked into the hallway where a nurse stormed out of a room where her face was steaming in anger. A gravelly voice roared from that same room, "Get the fuck out you useless bitch!"

Sherry sighed, "That's him. Anyway, our receptionist couldn't find extra scrubs for you to wear but she did find this while rummaging through the lost and found. This is all we have. You said over the phone you are willing to volunteer during the next several Saturdays, right? Sorry we weren't prepared, but you can wear this the entire time you are here. No need to buy any scrubs." She handed me a pile of clothes which consisted of a thin white cutoff t-shirt with the Granitewood logo and a pair of black yoga shorts.

The staff bathroom was my sanctuary for a brief moment. The cutoff shirt I was given was a joke. It was so tight on me that it looked painted on where the company's name stretched across my chest and my flat toned stomach was completely exposed. My DD-cup breast were compressed tightly together in my bra which created a ridiculous outline. With a sigh, I knew that I had to let my breast hang free if I was going to continue wearing this shirt. As I looked down at my braless chest, anyone staring at me could definitely notice the outline of my areolas and my nipples were poking out like huge raisins against the thin fabric. The shorts were even worse. They were a size too small, riding high into the crack of my ass, and molding to every curve of my hips and thighs. I looked less like a volunteer nurse and more like a slut about to walk the streets.

I have never worn anything like this in my life. I am very conservative where I rarely ever show skin. I wanted to say, "Fuck this, I'm leaving," and forget the idea of volunteering here but my drive to pad my college resume was so strong that I decided to stay. I took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom as I headed towards room 213.

As I stepped through the doorway, he was propped up in bed, staring at his phone in his hand, looking like a grumpy old man. "Who the fuck are you?" he snarled as his face didn't break from his phone.

My voice trembled. "Hi Mr. Johnson. My name is Riley and I'm here to help you for the next few hours."

He finally raised his head and looked in my direction. I noticed his eyes were assessing my body, slow and deliberate, which made me feel uncomfortable. The anger on his face melted away and was replaced with a sly smile. "Well now," he said with a deep tone. "Ain't you a sight for sore eyes. I've never seen you before. You new here?"

In a perky tone, I replied, "Yeah, I'm a high school volunteer. I'll be around for the next 4 Saturdays."

"Oh. Finally, someone to talk to who isn't one of those devilish old hags." He patted the edge of his bed. "Come closer. Let me get a good look at you."

I walked towards his bed where the thin fabric of my shirt did little to conceal the bounce of my breasts with each step I took as I sat down on the edge. He then asked, "How old are you sweetie?" I happily answered, "I just turned 16 last week."

His smile began to grow wider with a intense look of hunger in his eyes as he glanced at my chest while saying, "Happy belated birthday. Your tits are very big.. um I mean, you look very mature for your age."

He didn't give me any issues at all. Most of the time, I sat next to him on his bed as he told me stories of his past. From his childhood, being a pilot in the military, and relationships with his multiple ex-wives. But I did continue to catch him staring at my chest during our conversations. I wasn't grossed out or anything like that as he was very charming in a dirty old man sort of way.

The next Saturday, the "accidents" started. As I leaned over to adjust his pillows, while he was laying on his bed, his hand slipped from the rail and he firmly cupped one of my ass cheeks, giving it a light squeeze. I jumped in surprise as he grinned. "Sorry, sweetheart. I have clumsy hands."

Later that same day, as I helped him sit up in bed, one of his hands held onto the bottom of my shirt as he pulled it up towards my chin where one of my tits fell out. I flinched while pulling my shirt out of his grasp to cover myself back up. After this occurrence, I was trying to convince myself that everything that happened today were just accidents, but a seed of doubt had been planted in my head as it continued.

During my last Saturday of volunteering, Mr. Johnson got bolder. There were many instances where he would accidentally rub the skin of my thighs, grab the cheeks of my ass, and cup my boobs over my shirt. He also started making perverted comments. "Come sit on daddy's lap," he'd chuckle as I bent over to grab something off the floor.

"I feel like drinking milk right now. I think you could help me with my cravings," as he stared at my breasts like a pervert. My academic mind was unable to process all of his crude remarks. Part of me felt disgusted, but the other side of me was more intrigued.

Towards the end of my shift, Mr. Johnson had a bold request before I left. "Riley, honey," he began in a low whisper. "I need a bath. But I can't stand those old hags. They're mean and they're rough. You… you're kind and you've got a gentle touch. How about you help me out? Just this once?"

I hesitated knowing he was crossing a line with his request. Giving baths are not one of my job duties as a volunteer. I then stuttered as I said, "I… I don't know, Mr. Johnson. I'm not a nurse."

"Call me George," he said with a smile. "You'll be fine. Just help me get to the bathroom and I'll do the rest. Please?"

Something in his pleading tone made me agree. "Okay, George. Let me know what to do."

A triumphant grin spread across his face. "Great! Now, close and lock the door, sweetie. Don't want any interruptions." He then pointed to his wheelchair, "and bring that over here."

I rolled the wheelchair next to his bed then headed to the door. As I turned the lock, the clicking sound echoed in the room. When I turned back towards George, he was already naked as he sat up on his bed. I was amazed on how fit and ripped he was. I've only seen him wear oversized long sleeve shirts where he was hiding his muscular arms, hard pecks, and a beautiful six-pack. He looked really good for being 70.

He then maneuvered himself into the wheelchair while my eyes were drawn to his dick. It was thick, long, and surprisingly hard. It looked like a solid seven inches of flesh rising from a nest of his gray pubic hair. It was the first erect penis I'd ever seen in person.

"I'm so happy you're helping me today, Riley," he said with his voice thick in satisfaction.

I rolled him into his small bathroom. As I leaned over in front of him to lock the brakes of his wheelchair, my hand accidently brushed against his shaft. It felt warm to the touch and hard as steel. "If you want to touch it, you can," he said as he looked at me with a smirk.

I started stuttering again while I pulled my hand back as if I had been burned, "No, No, so... sorry, that was an accident."

He chuckled, "No need to be shy Riley. You know what? You should take off your clothes too. Don't want them getting all wet while you help me with my bath."

I looked at him confused. "Take off my clothes? Um, that's okay. I am really good at being careful."

"Nonsense," he insisted. "The nurses here get naked as well to lessen the embarrassment that I feel when they bathe me. Besides," he added, "this is our last time together, right? Might as well make it memorable. Do this for me as a little farewell gift."

I knew he was lying about nurses getting naked to bathe residence because I've seen them in the hallway wearing an apron over their scrubs as they wheel those who didn't have a bathtub in their room to a communal shower. Plus he wanted a farewell gift where I am naked? I was now 100% sure that all the "accidents" that George had these past several weeks weren't accidents at all. They were very much on purpose. But for some reason, I didn't get offended where I should of rushed out of the room and told Sherry. Something in me wanted to rebel against the perfect life I cultivated thus far.

As I stared at George's dick then slowly moved my head up where our eyes met, my hands were shaking while I peeled off the tight t-shirt over my head with my heavy breasts bouncing free. Then I shimmied out of my tiny yoga shorts, standing before him topless just wearing a black g-string and my sneakers.

He licked his lips as he said, "Good girl. Now the rest."

I couldn't believe that I was standing half-naked, in a bathroom, in front of a man that I barely knew. But the thrill I felt during this moment was undeniable. My nipples started to harden in the cool air that was blowing out of the vent above me. I untied my shoes and slipped them off while also removing my socks. Then, with a final deep breath, I slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of them. I was now completely naked. I've never been naked in front of anyone before as my body was on full display for George.

"God damn, thank you lord" as his eyes roamed all over me like a predator. "You look so fucking sexy. What a body." He reached out and I gently flinched as he grabbed my hips and turned me around. "Bend over, sweetheart."

I did as he asked, bending at my waist. My bare ass was just centimeters from his face. I felt his rough hands grab hold of both my ass cheeks as he squeezed. "Your ass is so fucking big and soft," he grunted. "You like it when I touch you, don't you?" He brought his hand down as he slapped my ass hard. I yelped, more from the surprise as I didnt expect it than the pain I felt. He spanked me again, and again, and again, enjoying watching my fatty flesh jiggle wildly. Then he separated my ass cheeks as wide as he could, exposing my most private of parts. "Your holes look very tight," he said in a tone thick with lust. "Like they've never been touched."

He didn't know it yet, but I was still a virgin. My body was reacting in a way that was unknown to me. I felt a deep, aching, emptiness that begged to be filled. Every rational thought, every formula I'd ever memorized, and everything that I've learned at school was being drowned out by a wave of filthy desire to be touched by this old man.

In an instant, I felt his hot breath and his tongue on my skin. I was totally caught off guard as he licked me from my smooth clit to my asshole. I gasped with my hands gripping the edge of the tub to steady myself. He acted in an animalistic manner, grunting as he devoured me. His tongue penetrated my tight pussy then circled the outside of my even tighter asshole. The shame I felt was there, but the pleasure was so intense it drowned it out. My body was betraying me where I felt moisture building up in my cunt. My mind was blank for once like it was turned off so it wouldn't allow me to comprehend what was going on. I didn't know what had gotten into me as I pushed my hips back against his face wanting his tongue to penetrate me deeper.

He pulled his head back while I heard a wet smack. "Turn around," he commanded. "Let me see those big tits."

While he was still sitting in his wheelchair, I obeyed, turning and bending over him with my breasts hanging heavy in front of his face. He mauled them with his rough hands, kneading my soft fatty flesh. He then started pinching both my nipples hard and pulling it down like he was milking a cow. It sent sharp jolts of pain straight to my core. He proceeded to slap them as he was mesmerized by how my boob swayed. He moved his mouth towards my right tit and latched onto it, sucking hard while his tongue was flicking my nipple. At the same time, he used one of his hands to pinch the other nipple between his fingers. I was quietly moaning during all this while I grabbed hold of his cock and stroked it to keep it nice and stiff.

"Get on your knees," he ordered as he pushed me down by my shoulders. I knelt on the cold, hard, tiled floor with his erect cock in front of my face. "You're going to suck my dick, sweetheart. Open your mouth." He guided my head, his hands tangled in my hair, above the tip of his cock. I was clumsy at first, not knowing what to do with his cock in my mouth. I started gagging as he kept my head still and pushed his shaft deeper down my throat for his pleasure. My pussy was dripping wet at this point, coating my inner thighs. I wasn't Riley the volunteer anymore to George. I was seen as just a mouth, a body, a set of holes for this old man to play with. He aggressively face fucked me while my saliva was coating his cock and dripping down my chin.

"Stand up and lean over the sink," he grunted, finally pulling his cock from my mouth as I gasped for air. I did as I was told, bracing my hands on the cool porcelain sink with my ass pointed out. I heard him grunting and quietly talking to himself as he stood up. Then I felt it the thick, blunt, mushroom head of his cock pressing against the entrance of my dripping cunt.

He slammed into me with one brutal balls deep thrust that took my breath away. A piercing scream escaped my mouth where I felt a searing pain ripping through my body. Something tore inside me and he felt it too. He destroyed my hymen, ripping my cherry to shreds like a thin sheet of paper.

"Oh shit, you're a virgin?" he shouted, pulling most of his cock out of my cunt where only my pussy lips were tightly wrapped around his head. "How lucky am I? I thought you were one of those high school sluts who likes fooling around."

He didn't give me any time to adjust. He continued fucking me deep where his hips slapped against my ass with a punishing rhythm. I had to grip the sink for dear life while I bit my bottom lip to help distract me from the pain I was feeling. The sensation of his cock pistoning in and out of me was so overwhelming. I tried to mute my screams so others walking by the door to George's room wouldn't hear what we were doing, but I couldn't. My screams were loud and my moans were even louder. George used me like a rag doll as he fucked my cunt hard where my tits were slapping my chin with every forceful thrust.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled out, leaving my pussy bruised and throbbing as I laid on the sink counter out of breath. I thought it was all over but I was wrong. I felt the wet head of his cock pressing against my asshole.

"No," I whimpered in exhaustion.

"Shut up, whore," he snarled. This was the first time he had called me a degrading word to my face. "God, it is so tight!" As he slowly drilled his cock into my wrinkled hole, the pain was even more intense. He forced his way into my ass while I restarted my screams and moans. His hands gripped each side of my hips as he continued to push his cock into me until his entire shaft disappeared.

Before he started thrusting, he paused and leaned back to relish in the sight of his cock inside my naked body. He then spanked my ass again before finally pulling most of his shaft out and immediately plowing his cock aggressively back into my once untouched hole. After a few minutes of my ass being abused and getting my hole ripped open, the searing pain transformed into an overwhelming sensation of ecstasy. My screams were no more. The sounds coming out of me were only moans of pleasure. I couldn't believe that I was enjoying all of this while I felt so broken, but I loved it.

After a few more minutes of George brutally sodomizing my asshole, he pulled out again. He then used his hands to spread my ass cheeks apart while whistling as he stared at my large, gaping, ruined hole. "Look at that," he said with pride. "Fucking beautiful. This is what a slut's hole should look like." He began to finger fuck my pussy and asshole simultaneously while he used his other hand to grab and squeeze one of my tits. I stared back at him with a horny look on my face. He smiled back at me with so much joy as he used me for his own sadistic pleasure. He then plunged his hard cock back into my asshole and continued his assault.

Finally, with a loud groan, he pulled his cock out and quickly said, "On your knees and open your mouth." I immediately obeyed. He grabbed a handful of my hair while he held his cock tightly with his other hand and aimed his cockhead at my face. Thick streams of warm cum shot out of his pisshole coating my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, and my lips. He then aggressively pushed his cock back into my mouth where I tasted his salty and bitter seed as he pumped the last of his load down my throat. When he removed his now limp cock from my mouth, a rope of cum mixed with my saliva connected his cockhead to my bottom lip.

He used my face to wipe his cock clean before sinking back into his wheelchair. He sighed in satisfaction as he said, "That's how you make an old man feel good." He then thanked me but did add, "Your work is not done yet." He then gestured to the tub signaling that he still wanted a bath.

Exhausted, cum drenched, and naked, I stood in front of him and placed my hands under his arm pits to lift him up. As I was doing this, George's hands were gripping both my tits like they were handles where he pushed himself up off the wheelchair in a standing position. I assisted him as he stepped into the bathtub and guided him in a laying position.

As water filled the tub, I knelt on the floor with my face and mouth still slick with his cum. I then leaned over to scrub his chest with a washcloth while my tits dipped into the warm water. He grabbed one of my tits, pulling it into his mouth, and started sucking on my nipple as I bathed him. I stared at my reflection in the water seeing streaks of his cum dripping down my chin. The image of Riley the valedictorian was nowhere to be found. In her place was a whore, a slut, a cum-riddled mess who had found a thrilling new purpose in room 213. And as Mr. Johnson removed my tit from his mouth and pulled my head closer, where we were now face to face, we started passionately kissing and making out, with his tongue buried down my throat. I knew at this point that the old Riley will never resurface again.