To fully understand the context of this narrative I would recommend you read "Loss of Amateur Status." Parts One, Two and Three.
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The next day found me walking up the driveway of a very impressive house. Again I was in that familiar quandary where I did not really know what to expect. I didn't have a clear idea of what Mrs. Lexington wanted either. OK, it definitely involved sex but that only narrowed the possibilities a certain amount.
As I approached I could see movement through one of the windows. I think Mrs. Lexington had me under anticipatory surveillance. The door swung slowly open to reveal my host, client, customer, trick... anyway, it was Mrs. Lexington. A huge smile lit up her generous features. She was wearing a black, silky looking, ankle length gown. I was literally dragged through the door and engulfed in a fierce hug. The concentration of the perfume she was wearing hit me with the subtlety of tear gas. I damn near choked. There was also another challenge to my breathing. She had dragged my head down to her breasts and I was wallowing in a bosom that made Dolly Parton look flat chested. I had not really noticed this when I first met her. Maybe it was the way she had been dressed but right now I was being overwhelmed by a titty tsunami.
"Oh you dear boy. I am so glad you came. Come with me." She released my head and took my hand and dragged further into the house. After no small walk we found ourselves upstairs in what I assumed was a guest bedroom. She sat demurely on the end of the bed.
I stood there feeling a little puzzled. Just what was expected of me at this stage? That was easily explained by her next comment. "Undress for me."
OK. That I can do. She was watching me intently as I unbuttoned my shirt, removed it and hung it on a nearby chair. I was a little startled when Mrs. L broke into enthusiastic applause. I undid my trousers and lowered them. My audience renewed her clapping and began bouncing up and down on the bed like an excited child. When my underwear hit the carpet I got a standing ovation.
"Agatha was right. You do have the body of a Greek God." That Cruella had passed a flattering comment about me was hard to imagine. The closest she had ever come to complimenting me previously was when she said my tile laying was almost adequate.
She advanced on my naked form and began a close examination similar to that she conducted when we first met only this was prolonged and rather more intimate. She was soon on her knees giving my old man the third degree.
"Oh yes. She was right about your penis too. It is just gorgeous!" I was now starting to think that Cruella had just been marketing me; enticing Mrs. Lexington into a booking. Hmmm... Cruella indulging in promotional activity or genuine physical admiration from the ice maiden? The jury was out on that one but regardless, I was happy to be appreciated.
I gulped when Mrs. L removed her robe. I had seen garter belts in movies and in porn but never in real life. Coupled with fish net stockings and a bra that caused her breasts to cupcake over the top, she looked like she had just emerged from the "Bad Taste" aisle in a branch of "Dildo's'R'Us". I was not complaining however. The sheer desperation of her attempt to appear sexy was somehow alluring.
Looking down at Mrs. L on her knees before me, it was looking likely that I was going to get some oral action but I was not expecting much in the way of superior technique. I fully anticipated Mrs. L to come from the "Cruella School of Fellatio" which lists "Barely Safe Novice" as its highest award. What a revelation then when she sucked me deep into her mouth and began a delightful rhythmic motion that was accompanied by a skillful hand movement up and down my shaft and another hand cradling and fondling my balls. First class cock sucking!
