He bends you over the couch and fucks you

"Bend over the couch," Crassle whispers in your ear.

"What?" you ask, looking at his age-spotted face.

"You heard me," he says and gives your ass a squeeze. "Turn around and bend over the back of that couch."

You look at the white, padded couch with its back to you and there is a young couple sitting on it. Maybe the only two people in the room who aren't aware of what is happening between you and Mr. Crassle. You smile, suddenly very keen to be fucked in public by the old man. You turn away and lean over the back of the couch so that your breasts threaten to spill out of the top of your jacket and your elbows are resting on the couch's back.

Mr. Crassle wastes no time. He moves behind you and slides his hands up the back os your thighs and lifts the tail of your coat, flipping it above your luscious ass cheeks and onto your back. All of the men, along with several of the women, are staring now, watching with lust as the old man gets to run his hands over your firm ass and give you a squeeze. He hooks a finger into the waist of your thong and drags it out of your crack and down your legs, exposing your pink asshole and your swollen pussy lips, both holes ready and eager to be filled with well-aged meat.

"Spread your legs a little more," Crassle says and you comply. He reaches down and runs his fingers over the wet mound of your cunt, massaging you and then stroking your clit. You're so horny you start to thrust against his hand. He chuckles and stands up and unbuckles his pants. A moment later you feel the warm weight of his cock fall against your ass and lay lightly on your crack.

Everyone in the room is staring now, even Sara, the men are rubbing themselves and the women, some are muttering with annoyance, others are staring with as much interest as the men.

"You ready to get fucked, sweetheart?"

"I want it," you moan. "Fuck me with that dick."

Crassle takes hold of his cock and pushes it down and guides it to your well-lubed slit. The fat head of his prick parts your lips and stretches you. Crassle takes hold of your waist and thrusts into you, slowly, but not too slowly, forcing a gasp from your parted lips as every inch of his fat dick impale your aching cunny.

"Oh yes," Crassle groans as he begins to thrust in and out of your wet pussy. "You're tight as can be."

"Oh," you moan, "your cock feels pretty good too."

You roll your hips against him, giving him everything you've got as he spreads your ass and watches his cock slip in and out of your juicy cunt. The couple on the couch turn and watch, both faces flushing with excitement at the nearness of such carnal scene. Crassle's thighs slap loudly against your ass with each thrust and the whole couch shakes.

Without warning you feel your climax exploding in your loins, your cunt rippling and contracting around Crassle's steadily pounding prick. You throw your head back and moan with pleasure and Crassle lays a hand on your lower back and uses it as leverage to ram in and out even faster and harder, sparking aftershocks of pleasure that make you cry his name with each thrust.

You can feel the older man's dick swelling up in your depths. It feels huge and stiff and you know from experience he is close to cumming. You want to feel him explode inside you, but you moan senselessly and leave it to the old man to decide.