You're not stopping now

You're incredibly turned on by the act and the spectacle of what you are doing with Mr. Crassle. The old man standing beside the couch lays a hand gently atop your head and smiles down at you as you slide the tight oval of your lips up and down his fat cock, tracing every ridge and bump and flicking your tongue against the underside of his shaft. As you continue to slurp on his swollen fuckmeat you massage his tightening balls. You crave the feel of his cock exploding in his mouth. You want to drink every drop of his cum and you let him know how turned on you are with a steading moaning around his dick.

As you blow the stocky older man you can feel the eyes of everyone in the room on you. The snide comments have stopped and even the women are staring transfixed by your lewd suckjob. A few of the men have their cocks out and are stroking them, a few of the women are helping them along. You even see one plump blonde watching you with a sideways stare as she bobs her head up and down in her date's lap.

"That's it, sweetheart," says Crassle and he pushes a lock of hair out of your eyes. "Let me see those blue eyes. Look up at me."

You gaze up at him over the hairy hump of his gut and the rumpled line of his shirt. His cock and pubes are soaked with your saliva. You can taste his precum steadily oozing out across your tongue.

"Mmmmm," you encourage him, stroking his balls and pull back so that just the bulging glans of his cock are still between your lips. Your tongue swirls and tracesthe shape of his cockhead. You release his balls and stroke his shaft, releasing him from your mouth so that your kissing lips are against his cockhead. You oil your pouty mouth with the salty juice of his prick. He laughs at the sight of it. "I want you to cum for me. I want to drink every drop."

"Suck it," he urges and you immediately part your lips and slide your mouth down his petrified prick. It takes only a few bobs and you can feel him tensing in your mouth. You moan and a moment later feel him shudder. A throb races up his cock and you are rewarded with a hot gush of Mr. Crassle's cum against your tonsil's.

"Fuck yes," Crassle groans, "take it, sweetheart."

You look into his eyes and swallow, sucking your way back down and feeling him pump again and again, basting your mouth with his warm, thick spunk. You let it fill your mouth so that when you swallow he can see you struggle to get it all down. You open up, his cock laid across your pink tongue, and you stroke out the last drips of white spew for him to see. You lick it up and lick the droplets from your fingers. You stroke him a few more times and slurp and suck up the fluid that drips out of his dick.

Crassle is all smiles as he sits on the arm of the couch, his pants still around his ankles, your hand still around his shaft.

"Well that was nice," he says so everyone can hear.

A few people laugh and you look around. The plump blonde is still blowing her man. There's a well-hung stud nearby stroking his dick, staring at you with obvious lust. A fatso doing the same sitting in an easy chair. Another slim, young latino by the bar. You can see you'd have your choice of wanking warriors in the room. You look back at the grandfatherly Mr. Crassle. His cock is beginning to wilt. You stand up and give him a big kiss. He slides an arm around your slender waist, obviously **** to let you go.

Mrs. Cleft is watching as well. She shakes her head with disappointment, but she's smiling and blushing.