One of the rooms

Leanne decided it was time to get somewhere a little bit less public. She'd already seen more old men dicks than she thought would happen and didn't want to risk getting caught with any more.

Picking a door at random she looked at the name. "Mr. Stephenson. He sounds nice." She knocked on the door and waited. Nothing.

She was starting to wonder if there was even anybody in there. Just her luck to pick an empty room. She was about to try another door when a rough, croaky voice sounded from inside.

"Enteerrr..." Leanne took a deep breath and went inside.

The room was fairly basic, just a bed with a desk and a couple of chairs. It was even darker than the corridor with just a lamp stand providing the only light. However there was no sign of life and Leanne was beginning to assume she'd imagined the voice when she saw a figure move in the shadowy corner.

"Oh, hello." she said a little startled. "I'm Leanne. You must be Mr. Stephenson."

"Yesss..." He sounded incredibly old and didn't move very much. At least he shouldn't be able to surprise her with his penis at this speed.

"I'm a volunteer here," she continued. "If you like, we can chat a bit and get to know each other?"

The old man didn't respond. Her eyes were adjusting to the light now and she could see him watching her through the dark. They appeared very bright and alert, almost seeming to examine her as she stood there becoming increasingly more nervous.

"Taake a seeatt..." Leanne looked around and moved towards a nearby armchair. The kind only old people have in their homes. As she settled herself down she looked in the corner but there was no sign of those bright eyes. She suddenly realised that he was now sat in the armchair next to her. She never even heard him move.

Seeing him closer to the light she could get a better look at the old man. He was tall and thin, his aged face showing signs of once being very handsome. He wore a brown suit that she guessed was his best but no longer looked it.

His eyes were still scanning her too. They never moved but she could feel them absorbing every inch of her body. It should have been making her feel even more uncomfortable, but for some reason she liked the sensation. It felt almost calming. She didn't fight it and sat back, allowing the old man to do as he pleased. It was a few minutes later before she realised they had been sat there in silence for so long.

Leanne could feel her cheeks going pink, embarrassed by the increasingly long stillness. Then she realised, it wasn't because she was uncomfortable. It was because she was feeling incredibly horny!

She had no idea where this sudden feeling had come from but now she knew what it was it became uncontrollable. She had an urge to get out of her clothes and gripped the arms of her chair tightly as she tried to fight the sensation. She looked at Mr. Stephenson to see if he had noticed her sudden change. He was still watching her with that deep gaze. The more he stared, the more difficult it became for Leanne to resist her desires. Until eventually it was too much.

She tried to move and unexpectedly found herself sat on the edge of the bed. Before she could figure out how she got there from the chair, Leanne realised the old man was sat next to her. He didn't speak. Only continuing that stare with his eyes burning into her soul.

Leanne bit her lip. The sexual urges were becoming too much. She had to do something. And fast.

She looked at the old man, trying to guess what he was thinking. He gave no clues but Leanne couldn't fight her feelings any longer. Slowly she peeled her tight vest top over her head and dropped it to the floor. The old man's eyes now moved for the first time as they focussed on her young breasts. Pausing briefly, Leanne unclasped her bra and slid it from her shoulders. The air in the room felt cold on her exposed tits but the intensity of Mr. Stephenson's eyes prevented her from covering up.

Leanne lent back slightly on the bed, intending to give the old man a better view of her young body. However she suddenly found herself in his arms. Pushing back against him while he held her.

It was all starting to make her feel light-headed. She felt his cool mouth against her tit, sucking on her nipple. The sensation offering some release against her arousal and causing her to let out a quiet moan.

"Ohh..." Leanne let the old man tease her breasts, unable to stop him as she gave in to her desires. His lips were then on hers. They were cold and tight, yet there was something pleasurable about it. She instinctively reached out her hand and felt his cock. It was already erect, not as impressive as she would have liked but definitely able to satisfy her thirst.

Leanne struggled with her jeans as the old man's long tongue penetrated between her lips. She rose to her feet to allow them to drop to her ankles, swiftly followed by her panties.

Mr. Stephenson was now behind her. The old man **** her against the desk with surprising ease for his frail appearance and she felt his erect cock at the entrance to her pussy. Leanne gasped a little as he **** himself inside her willing slit.

"Oh please..." she begged, pushing her backside against him. Eager for him to screw her.

The old man was ready to oblige. Sliding his length between her pussy lips with ease and slowly moving his aged hips back and forth to fuck her. Leanne was in ecstasy. The sensation was incredible, it felt like his dick was getting bigger every time he thrust it deep inside her young body. Filling her hole and giving her immense satisfaction.

"Oh, Mr. Stephenson! Ohhh... Yes!" she cried.

She pressed against the desk, lifting her rear to allow Mr. Stephenson to slide further inside. Her craving for the old man was being fed but she still wanted more. Leanne lost track of time as she let him do whatever he wanted to her slit. She eventually collapsed from sheer exhaustion on the desk with Mr. Stephenson still screwing her from behind. She wasn't sure how long she lay there, her head spinning dizzyingly, until she eventually realised the old man was no longer inside her.

Struggling back to an upright position, Leanne looked for him and he was nowhere to be found. Then she saw those eyes again. Back in the dark corner where she had first seen them.

Leanne was feeling a little faint after exerting herself so much. Slowly and with great difficulty she dressed herself. Pulling up her jeans and panties from around her ankles before retrieving her bra and top, looking over at the old man every so often and being met by that watchful gaze. When she was ready she wondered if she should say something. She wasn't sure what she could say. She just stared back at the old man, still unable to think straight. Eventually the awkwardness got the better of her and she decided to take her leave.

"Erm, it was nice meeting you," she said, her voice wavering as unsteadily as her legs. "Thanks, I guess. Maybe I'll see you again later?"

There was no response. Leanne didn't really expect one and turned to leave. As she emerged back in the corridor and closed the door behind her, she was met by the worker from before.

"What were you doing in there?" she asked suspiciously.

"I went to go see Mr, um, Stephenson." replied Leanne. She was still not thinking straight and it was difficult to answer even a simple question. Plus she didn't want to say what really happened in there.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Someone should have told you." continued the worker. "That room's empty. Mr. Stephenson died about a week ago." Leanne stared at the woman in disbelief. Had she just heard her correctly or was her head still playing tricks on her? "But don't worry. Most of the other rooms you try should still be occupied."

With that the worker was heading off down the corridor again, leaving Leanne alone with her thoughts.