I looked down to check I had the right address on my piece of paper and knocked on the door. An elderly gent, about 65 I reckoned, answered the door, pulling his dressing tight. I checked the name on my paper too, “Mr Smith?” “Yes.” he looked nervously behind him and I could see why, he was badly hiding the porno he had put on pause on his TV. “Food!” I said smiling, holding up his take away food. “Oh er yeah,” he said and he reached to the side of him and got his wallet. To hi annoyance, he did not have enough money there and so walked back into the room, I heard him counting out change. As he turned, I noticed that he was not wearing socks, but that was nylon was catching the light on his feet as he walked. Feeling bold, I stepped over the door step. “It is raining,”I called, “is it okay if I step inside?” I stood with my back to him, leaning on the chair studying the TV screen. I could not make out what was going on in this particular scene, but there was a lot of pink on show. I wiggled my bum a bit, wondering if he was watching me. “Have you got change for a 20?” he asked, “it seems to be all I have!” “Nope, no change Mr Smith,” I replied without looking up. “Well you can hardly keep the change,” he said with a curious tone, “the food is only a fiver!” I turned to face him now, this was enough small talk to know that we were on the same wave length, “Well how about something extra from the menu?” “Now you are talking!” said Mr Smith. He walked past me and sat in his chair, pulling open his gown fully as he did so. He pressed play and the scene resumed showing me 3 girls all over each other. I reached down, brushing my hand over his hairy chest and into his lap. His cock was half hard as I took it in my hand, it was quite a reach to get to him and my chin was virtually resting on his shoulder. Although uncomfortable, it did give me a good view of the porno as well as his cock that was stiffening in my grasp. “Oh yeah, that's it mate!” he groaned as he got fully hard, “Nice cock, Mr Smith,” I complimented him, “not too long, and sooo nice and thick.” He did answer except to take a deep breath and he handed me the £20 note over his should to my spare hand. I pumped his cock faster and he was starting to breath harder and harder, his shaft felt sticky in my hand as I spread his precum with my wanking. “Yeah, Mr Smith, you like that?” “Er, yeah,” he grunted. He reached down the side of him and pulled out another note, he handed me £10 more. Not saying a word, I took it from him and pocketed it. I got up and moved round to the front of him and knelt as he shuffled to the edge of the seat. I leant forward and licked at his shaft, lapping up the stickiness. When I finally opened my mouth and took him in, I could tell straight away that he was ready to burst. I kissed the top then closed them over his tip and sucked hard. It skid into my mouth easily and he groaned deeper and longer. I pumped my face on and off his cock, his end just touching into my throat as my face met with his stomach. I gathered pace and soon he was moving in his seat and breathing even harder. “Oh yeas, yes!” he called out and he bucked his whole body from the chair as he began to shoot into my mouth. He squirted a lot and it just seemed to keep coming. I like to swallow and was doing my best to keep up, but I gagged and then let a load dribble out around his shaft. When his breathing subsided, I let his softening cock fall from my mouth and took the edge of his dressing gown to wipe my chin and lips. I stood up, “Cheers, Mr Smith!” and I headed to the door, “enjoy your meal and have a nice evening.” I pulled the door closed behind myself and checked my phone, I wondered if there was going to be any more deliveries to do tonight.