Having relieved the British taxpayer of a huge wad of cash at a senior politician’s bequest in exchange for a substantial back-hander, I returned to London. My eagerness to leave this country as soon as possible was spoilt by breaking a filling or tooth. It came on when I bit down on something hard at breakfast. The hotel were very apologetic and the concierge got me an emergency appointment at an exclusive dentist around the block and promised to fully reimburse the expense. The only indication of its existence was a small metal plaque inscribed with ‘Apsaras Dental Practice’ outside the front door above an intercom. My bodyguard urged me not to enter. When I demanded he give me a good reason, he gave me some crap about female assassins.

“Bull!” I scoffed “Are they dentists on the side?”

Tom insisted on entering first to scout the place. Upon his return he declared it safe so I left him to guard the entrance. He told me to have my panic alarm to hand which I did just to shut him up. The practice seemed brand new with plush furnishings and a slight whiff of new paint. Sitting behind the reception desk is a haughty looking mature blonde woman who looked like she was sucking on lemons. Elegant but stern looking, there is something about the way she stares at me over the rim of slender-framed spectacles that goes straight to my groin, PHOAR! I am unable to stop looking at her as I approach. Shoulder length blonde hair framed the top of a face that was quite long, and tapered to a small rounded chin with long, slightly pinched, flat cheeks. The hair was elegantly styled and brushed back behind ears adorned by dangly earrings, with a loose fringe across the forehead. Slender blue eyes sat over a long sleek nose watched me with a hawk-like intensity beneath thin blonde eyebrows that angled up over the midpoint of each eye then angled down towards the corners. Classily ringed with eyeliner and black mascara on her lashes, her eyes bore into me over the top of her specs with an aloofness that was exciting. Her mouth had slim sensuously shaped lips glossed with bright pink lipstick and set in a look of superior smugness. As I got nearer I saw a few wrinkles around a swan-like neck beneath her chin. Guessing she was in her late 50’s I found her harsh appearance quite smouldering in its intensity.

Reaching the desk, I could see her upper body as she sat on a chair behind it. The sight that greeted me set my heart racing and my groin stiffening. I was staring at the front of a black top with a low neckline that was stretched tight presenting an eye-catching slope that was as wide as her broad shoulders and thrusting towards me like some surreal black ski-slope. I groaned silently with lust wanting to ski my dick down that! The sour-faced woman was absolutely stacked. A tremendous bust thrust out before her, wide, full, firm and hanging low. Since she is sitting down with a keyboard, display unit and phone while I stand before her on the other side I can’t help but stare down at the incredible frontage with a substantial eye-full of cleavage and saw large nipples pushing out the fabric like studs. ORRR! My dick grew and I found it hard to focus on her face as she stared up at me with a knowing smirk.

“Name?” she demanded like a strict school teacher to which my dick responded even more.

Responding to her tart query, the receptionist leant forward to look it up on the computer. As she did so, I couldn’t help drink in the view of the phenomenal huge pair of hanging orbs next to each other in the neckline of her top. I’m not easily tempted by the feminine wiles of women but my dick soared into rigidity. I quickly avert my eyes as she straightens with a stern look that knows where I was looking.

With a sexy low pitched authoritative voice that certainly wasn’t posh but a more regional accent, the busty mature sour-puss instructs me to take a seat in the waiting area. It was empty and I mention this to her also mentioning how new everything looked.

“Yes sir, we built it especially for you,” she replied sharply with no hint of irony.

I left the dentist’s surgery to return to the empty waiting area and the sultry unsmiling mature receptionist. Barely acknowledging me as she accessed my account, my vision fell into the plunging neckline of her tight top and admired the magnificent deep cleavage between two heaving perfect hemispherical mounds of femininity. She suddenly looked up, catching me gawping then glared at me with a chilling hardness for several long seconds that makes me uncomfortable yet had my dick lurching at her tough scary look. Finally she asks me to pay the bill in a very cold tone. With her penetrating blue eyes watching me and sensually attractive stern face, my heart was pounding although normally I prefer younger prettier women.

“Send it to the hotel that made the appointment,” I told her.

The hard-faced cougar’s expression toughened with tight lips while that cold stare never left me for several over-long seconds. I felt flustered while trying not to let my eyes drift to her wide thrusting bust and the tops of her creamy white orbs with the cleavage between.

“Even if this weren’t a private dental practice, the health service in this country is not free to British nationals and foreigners alike,” she lectured in a hard-edged tone.

She was so forceful and stern it really turned me on.

“Insert your card in the reader and enter your PIN,” she commanded expecting to be obeyed.

She turned side-on in her chair so as to look away when I entered my PIN. My eyes followed the contours of her body. The difference between the huge bust thrusting out over her flat stomach and slim waist caused a lustful surge in my cock and more mental groans of lust. She turned back smiling politely as she saw me blush knowing I’d been caught again but her face soured when she saw I hadn’t used my card.

“Contact the hotel, they will cover it,” I insisted.

She glared at me tight-lipped and fuming in a way that would intimidate weaker men.

“It will be fine, I guarantee it. Look here’s my business card,” I took one out and offered it to her but she didn’t move to take it.

She glowered over the rim of her glasses in a way that could sour milk and was all the more sexy for it. I reached out and took her right hand, noticing that it was quite large, turned it over to place my card in her palm then carefully closed her fingers around it. She seemed so outraged that I touched her that for a moment I thought she was going to punch my lights out!

“It will alright, honest,” I patted her closed hand trying to reassure her but her icy glare didn’t soften. “Any problems just ring me, I’ll even reimburse you for the call. Oh and can I have a statement of account? I’ll give it to the concierge back at the hotel and make sure they pay up,” I added a smile but her hard glare never softened.

“It’s highly irregular, sir,” she made ‘sir’ sound like an insult.

Her stare was so intense that I had to steel my nerve and not look away. She really was a phenomenally sexy woman in an alluring straight-laced strict school-marm kind of way.

“I’ll print your statement,” she finally sighed in resignation.

The mature blonde pressed a few keys then stood up and began to turn to a printer positioned at the back of the reception area. ORRRR! I suppressed a groan of desire. Her side profile was a real cock-blaster and mine was absolutely rigid. She wore thin black leggings that clung tightly to long slim legs with a pleasing shape to her calves shown off with high heels that made her look over 6’. They also showed off a nicely rounded arse and as she leant forward to look at the printer, my dick throbbed as it thrust towards me. She turned around and caught me looking then walked back to the desk with a tight smirk. We locked eyes and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her steely glare. She was one hell of a sexy older woman and was driving my dick insane. Pressing some keys, she frowned.

“I’m sorry for the delay, sir. It’s a new system and I’m still getting used to it.”

“Don’t mind me,” I replied enjoying the view.

Returning to the printer, she had difficulty getting it going and kept coming back to the desk and leaning over the keyboard while looking at the screen to restart the print job. As she does her breasts dangle provocatively in the neckline of her top. PHROAR! she has a sensational rack that inflames my desire and I can see the edges of the cups of a lacy black bra beneath the top.

“Having some problems M’arm?” I ask.

“I think I’ve got it now,” she replied turning to the side to see if the printer is going.

That gave me an excellent side view inside her top at her huge boobs and her black bra. My God! I have an absolute raging hard-on for this stern-faced woman.

Picking up the statement, the smouldering receptionist leant close to hand me it while fixing me with her steely gaze.

“Are you staring at my tits?” she asked in a seductive tone with one eyebrow raised and a smirk that signalled that she knew that I was.

I was too dumbfounded to answer.

“Big aren’t they?” she smiled running her hands over the contours of her bust with my eyes following hungrily as I groaned mentally in pure lust.

I found that harsh strict face very sexy and couldn’t stop looking at her. Her hands pulled down the front of the neckline and my eyes locked on to the impressive cleavage between a huge pair of tits causing my dick to beat in my pants and more silent groans.

“They’re real I’ll have you know,” she said softly with a cheeky grin. “I can see you like them,” she glanced at the front of my trousers with a seductive smile. “I can tell by that bulge in your trousers.”

Her fingers rubbed around her protruding nipples without her eyes leaving mine.

“My nipples are really big and hard,” she whispered “And so is my huge clit.”

My dick was beating a military tattoo and I was breaking into a sweat!

“So instead of gawping at them with your tongue hanging out, why don’t you ask me out and make it up for giving me a bad day. Perhaps if you treat me right, we can have a bit of fun?” she added with a saucy wink that made it plain what she meant by that.

I’ve never met such a forward woman before, well one that wasn’t dressed like a slut or an obvious gold-digger. Smartly dressed and oozing sexual magnetism yet with a stern tough harshness that can freeze a man, she had me tongue-tied like a little boy.

“Cat got your tongue?” she asked in a very seductive breathy tone with a teasing twinkle in her eyes and a beguiling smile.

Speechless, my gaze flickered between her sparkling blue eyes surrounded by exquisitely applied mascara and eye-lash, pert mouth with precision applied lipstick and the cock-beating view of the top of her breasts.

“Or maybe I’m too much for you to handle and you just want to go in the little boy’s room and...”

Her right hand lifted and long elegant fingers curled into a tube shape with the tip of the thumb touching the tip of the index finger. It began moving it up and down while she silently and with exaggerated movements of her perfect kissable lips mouthed “Wank one off”. ORRR what a woman! I badly wanted this hot cougar. Before I knew it, I had asked the stunning MILF, who told me her name was Sonia, to accompany me on a deluxe coach tour of the capital later that afternoon promising her champagne and deluxe treats, followed by an evening meal at the exclusive restaurant of my hotel. I couldn’t wait to get her alone in the penthouse suite and get my hands on those sensational boobs and hoping the rest of her body was as hot as she looked.

By the time of the tour I was beginning to regret my hasty action, after all Sonia was far too old for my tastes. Then I saw her and my jaw almost hit the floor while my dick stiffened fast! She had changed and looked exceptionally stylish and desirable, in a double-breasted smart long-sleeved white blouse with thin vertical black stripes. The blouse was stretched tight over her ample assets emphasising their sensational shape and size and prominent nipples that had almost every man looking. The top few buttons were undone to show off the start of that eye-capturing cleavage. I was pleased to see a smart knee-length blue skirt which clung tightly around long slim thighs. Her lower legs were long and slender with shapely calves looking sensational and blemish free in sheer tan nylons and black stiletto heeled slip-on shoes that made her seem over 6’ tall. She might be mature but she had a side-profile that had me groaning quietly to myself as my dick grew rigid.

I sent Tom to another seat so that the stunning hard-faced blonde could sit next to me. He wasn’t too happy about it, but I’m sure I can handle a hot-looking mature woman.

“Who’s he then?” Sonia asked in a sensual voice that went straight to my loins.

“My bodyguard but I’m sure I don’t need him with such a charming lady.”

She gave a little smile that momentarily broke the sternness of her face.

“I could be your bodyguard,” she chuckled then put on a tough face. “If you stare at my tits any longer I will have to punish you,” she told me, clenching and raising her fists. “You wouldn’t like that, would you? Or maybe you would?”

Actually her fists looked large and quite capable clenched like that and together with her stony faced look, made me feel a bit nervous. I saw Tom on the edge of his seat and so chuckling, I gently placed my hands over her fists and lowered them, to his relief.

“Maybe later when we’re alone,” I chuckled.

It was hard paying attention to the attractions of London as I was paying more attention to the attractions sitting next to me.

Entering the hotel after the tour, it felt great having the men jealously staring at the foxy mature woman by my side. Sonia excused herself to ‘freshen up’ and when she returned, we headed to the bar for drinks before our meal. More buttons at the top of her blouse were undone which drove me so mad with desire that I ordered Tom to take the rest of the night off, to be alone with this foxy lady. I only had eyes for her and she kept my dick hard as we sat and chatted. Whenever she crossed her long slim legs, I would catch a glimpse of matt-black bands around her upper thighs and with growing excitement knew she was wearing stockings. A faint wicked smile would touch the corners of her delectable mouth as she stared at me over the rim of her glasses, knowing that I had seen her stocking tops. She was sure one hell of a classy sexy lady who enchanted me in conversation as we ate our meal but to be honest I didn’t remember a word as all I could do was gaze at this stunning older woman who gave me an absolute aching boner whenever I was with her. I tried not to rush my food in my eagerness to get her back to the penthouse suite and give her more than a good seeing to.

Barely had I got the mature woman who had been tantalising me all day with her smouldering sensuality and shapely body into the penthouse when I had her up against the wall, facing her with my hands on her hips.