Note- This chapter describes scenes of bondage and BDSM. Be warned.

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Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson had come a long way to fulfill all those fantasies she had harboured for so many years. She had become a real mature lady in every sense of the word, not one of these 30-year-old sluts who tries to call themselves a Milf just for hits. Lady Penelope now had years of experience figuring out what made her sex life tick. She had also spent the most recent part of her life developing a healthy appetite for young men. At the age of fifty, Penny still had her good looks and thumping big pale tits that hung over a trim waist. Her strawberry blonde hair showed little sign of grey, and she had survived Covid-19 without so much as a sniffle. Pity about Sir Hugh passing when he did, but hey-ho. Her eyes had a peculiar blue-grey colour, and she had a cute little voice with an adorable educated accent.

Her Ladyship had done it all. And no, she had no plans to take her foot off the brake. Yet, it was a man half her age who managed to teach her a thing or two about sexual gratification.

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It was in 2017, when Lady Penelope entertained John at Williamson Manor, and their visit would influence the future of her sexual fantasies.

Her trusted butler, Parsons, led the fair haired man into her palatial drawing room where Her Ladyship was enjoying a pot of tea.

“His Lordship, John Milton, M’ lady.” Announced Parsons.

“Thank you, you may be excused for the remainder of the evening, my dear chap.”

The elderly butler bowed politely and reversed from the room, closing the two big doors as he left.

Now Penny checked out the lean and leggy man with the mop of hair that fell into his eyes. This was her nephew, the son of her middle sister, Rosemary.

Standing a good six feet plus he stared at the elegant blonde with a penetrating look that sent a thrill through the normally cool and collected lady.

His square jaw and intense stare made her cross her legs as she sat.

Dressed in a red turtle neck sweater and black slacks he stood stock still.

“Can I interest you in a spot of tea?”

He shook his head.

“Something stronger perhaps, sherry?”

“As you wish,” he answered in a nonchalant way.

Lady Penelope rose from her Chippendale armchair and walked to the drinks table.

She has acquired a light tan from the recent hot English Summer and it had made her blonde hair fairer.

As she handed him a glass, her hand went to the back of her head and she let her locks tumble down, the light curls settling on her shoulders.

Always dressed in style she had chosen to wear a little flowery number, cut just above the knee, with a plunging neckline that revealed the swell of her ample breasts.

Her long legs were bare and she wore black high heeled stiletto shoes, purchased for a extortionate amount of money on her last trip to Rome. A mini dress never failed to draw attention from most men.

Her older sister had married well and had become Lady Milton in 1997. Her son had been born the year after.

Rosemary had warned her that John was ‘different’ and this had intrigued her to the extent that she simply had to have him in her bed. At twenty-five, her sister worried that he was too withdrawn, and the two year pandemic had done little to make the man more sociable. Knowing Penelope, she had hoped her panache and finesse might coax the young man out of his diffidence. Despite the close blood ties, Penny did not decline a cry for help from her sibling.

She gazed at the aloof man over the rim of her cut glass drink and returned to her chair, making sure as she crossed her long pins, to let him have a glimpse of her black thong.

The thin lace split her soft, supple cheeks of her delectable bum, leaving nothing to the imagination.

To her dismay he seemed not to notice and even appeared bored, which only made her more determined to bed him.

“I’d love to show you my new bedroom decorations, would you like that?”

“If you so wish, My Lady.”

His icy resolve made her slightly irritated as they rose from the room.

From the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of a long rod that ran down the right leg of his tight slacks.

Penny lagged behind him slightly and ogled his long shanks and firm butt.

They strolled down the long hall past many sculptures and original oil paintings until they arrived at her master bedroom.

“Here we are, how do you like my Regency bed?” She raised her hand and thrust her bosom out seductively. “It’s eighteenth century, you know. Frightfully extortionate, but then I can afford it.”

John looked around remotely.

The bed had a top and two drapes that hung down and which were drawn open to reveal a deep mattress.

Penelope was tired of his disinterest and decided to take her next option.

She reached behind her elegant neck and with one hand pulled down the zipper of her dress and the little number went slack and dropped to her heels.

She shifted her feet and it formed a pile on the thick carpet.

John Tüyap escort bayan stared intently at Penny’s shapely figure with the generous 34 DD breasts which hung bared over a small waist and wide hips.

Her Mound of Venus was clearly visible under the useless thong, which resembled dental floss, and her sensuous legs parted to show more skin. Even at age forty-five, Lady Penelope was able to turn most heads.

Moving gracefully she neared the tall man and put her arms around his neck and nuzzled his ear.

Her exclusive scent assailed his nostrils as she whispered to him.

“Touch me, John.”

His hands went to her meaty bum and he caressed the well-rounded flesh, much to the delight of the luscious blonde, who pressed her near naked body against him.

“Do you find me attractive?” She asked, her big blue-grey eyes soft and demure.

“You are truly a vision of beauty, My Lady.”

He made no further move and the frustrated and suitably annoyed Penelope grabbed his sweater off over his head, then unbuckled his belt and pulled on his slacks.

Her hands tore them all the way down to his shoes, where he lifted them out of the trousers.

Penny continued and put her thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and ripped them down his lean thighs.

“There! Now we’re both naked! How do you like that?”

The panting woman looked at his bared frame. not as muscled as she would have liked, his look was lean and lanky, with no body fat nor body hair.

He towered over her even in her heels, and she had to raise her face to look into his furrowed brow.

Then she lowered her gaze to his very long and flaccid cock that hung down from his groin like a section of hosepipe.

Instinctively her hand went to her tingling pussy and she cupped herself through her thong as her eyes widened at the sight of his impressive manhood.

At least nine, maybe nearer ten inches despite its dormant state, with a fluffy tuft of golden brown pubic hair on top.

There was a curious curvature in the hanging penis which intrigued her no end.

“My, my, you’re hung like the proverbial horse.”

Penelope bent her head and took hold of the monster organ in both hands, feeling the weight and warmth.

She lifted it to her face and studied the reddish crown and long blue vein that ran along the whole shaft.

“You do like women, don’t you John?”

“Yes My Lady, very much, it’s just that…that is…” He turned his head away in mid-sentence.

“Please, my dear, tell me what troubles you?”

As she spoke she bent her right leg at the knee and peeled her tiny thong off and he saw her pussy with the neatly trimmed golden pubes.

Something stirred in him then and he blurted out.

“I have a fetish! Something that stops me from forming regular relationships.”

“My poor lamb. What on earth can be so bad? We’re all grownups.”

“I’m a. That is, I have a fetish. I’m, I’m into bondage!”

Penny felt her pussy grow moist and she shifted her weight from one heel to the other.

This might be interesting.

“It’s true, I like to tie women up and then fuck their brains out, I need to dominate, to be in total control. It’s, it’s…disgusting.”

He lowered his head and turned from the aroused woman.

She put her hand on his back and felt the corded muscles under his skin.

“I’ve heard worse, trust me.”

John raised head and Penny saw a glimmer of hope in his piercing eyes.

“Would you like to tie ME up, John?”

He turned back to her, his eyes suddenly bright and alert.

“More than anything, I’ve never met such a beautiful creature such as you, My Lady. It would be a dream come true.”

She nodded and smiled in the knowledge that the man did find her attractive.

Spinning on her heels she went to the bed and spread out her adorable naked form like a starfish and waited.

“Do with me what you will.”

John Milton moved quietly and efficiently and retrieved several neck ties from the pockets of his discarded trousers.

HE had come prepared thought Lady Penelope, how naughty of him.

Approaching her naked and spread eagled form on her bed the fair haired man proceeded to bind one wrist with the end of a neck tie.

The other end he secured to the bed post.

He moved quickly to tie her other wrist in the same way.

“Done this a lot, hmm?”

The amused aristocratic blonde pulled on her binds and discovered that he had done an astounding job of securing her.

A trickle of moisture juiced her vaginal tunnel and she would have loved to rub her thighs together, but John had already lifted her dainty left foot up in his fist.

“I’ll leave these on.” He told her as he studied her expensive stiletto.

Penny looked on intrigued as he put the five inch heel into his mouth and sucked on it with his eyes closed in rapture.

She also noted how his massive cock now stood to attention, and she ogled the near on ten inch erection that poked up at his washboard stomach.

With Escort Tüyap a seductive lick of her parted lips, she looked forward to having it stuffed inside her dripping pussy.

The tall man now tied her feet firmly to the posts at the bottom of the bed.

Then he slipped a pillow under her soft ass and stood back to admire his work.

Penelope wriggled a little to adjust to her limited movements as John stroked his long member.

If he had pounced between her delectable legs now and fucked her she would have been over the moon, her pussy yearned for his thick meat.

“Ravishing, you are ravishing indeed, My Lady. This will be most enjoyable.”

Now he acted and bent low to blow air on her belly and pussy, which made her writhe and sigh on the pillow under her bum. The sensation was almost other-worldly as her skin tingled and developed goose flesh.

And when he took her mammoth left breast into his mouth and sucked on the point she moaned and shook her head from side to side.

“Mahhvelous!” She cried.

She cooed and muttered in her educated Rodean accent as he went to her right tit and smothered the ample flesh with his eager mouth.

His white teeth nibbled on the erect nipple with aplomb, then returned to the other and did the same.

Spit left a trail that smeared her gigantic globes as he tracked down to her stomach.

He lingered on her belly, his agile tongue licking her navel.

Penny squirmed even more and raised her pelvis from the pillow, her slit flowed fluid due to the intense arousal.

“John, you devil, you’re driving me quite mad.”

“I know!” he quipped with a smirk.

“Be a dear and lick my pussy.”

He knelt between her outstretched legs and brought his face to within an inch from her puffy labia, so close that he could smell her muskiness.

“Please my darling, please lick me, right there!”

The desperate woman pleaded like a child for his attention and humped at him in a futile attempt to make physical contact.

He grinned at her and amused himself by blowing more hot air on her downy pubic hair, now dappled with moisture.

Lady Penelope has always called the shots and was not accustomed to this type of thing.

It was clear as to who controlled the situation, and she tugged hard on her wrist and ankle scarves to no avail.

She raised her head up, her normally immaculate hair a thorough mess, and looked at her smug captor.

“You little shit! Just bloody well touch me!”

“No.”

John Tracy laughed and pointed his big snake of a cock in her direction.

Her curses only made him enjoy this all the more, she was the wealthy socialite who mingled with the famous and the rich.

This was his turn on, the domination of women.

He had always been shy at school and college, conscious of his tall height, and girls had paid him no attention.

This was his way of exacting revenge, and of course his way of getting off.

Finally he gripped her supple thighs and placed his face against her aching pussy and gave her one languid lick from her anus up to the hooded clitoris.

Penny yelled out with relief and arched her back.

“YEESS!”

John began to probe the succulent wet pussy of Her Ladyship with his tongue and found the taste to his liking.

With his right hand on her upper thigh he lapped at her quim quickly.

Lady Penelope moaned with approval, delighting in relief as well as the exquisite pleasure of his agile licks.

She yearned and longed for him to reach for her aching and delicate clitoris.

“Suck it, suck it, suck it,” she willed him as she hissed out tiny sighs over and over.

Then she got what she wanted, needed, craved, and the fair man drew her sensitive button into his mouth through pursed lips.

His expert oral technique made the wealthy socialite delirious, as he used his strength to jam his face into her mound.

She gave a sharp cry as he bit into the hard nub with strong teeth and the once cool, sophisticated blonde screamed like a common whore.

“I’m coming, yes!”

As her entire body undulated under his onslaught John held her under the legs as she shuddered and squirted fluids from her pussy, the stream of which washed over the expensive sheets.

Penny relaxed and took in a sharp intake of breath, her huge boobs spread out over her ribcage.

John was pleased with the result and now his erect cock ached in his fist.

He brought it to her red lips and let her mouth touch the tip.

“Oh, I need this.” She said as she leaned to him.

He teased her further as he held the long, stiff prick just out of reach, her pink tongue poking out as far as she could being tied like a starfish to the bed posts.

“Tell me how much you need it.”

“I want it bad, John.” Her tongue snaked out just too short to make contact.

“How MUCH!”

Penny broke.

“I want it! I want it down my fucking throat, now!”

John smiled, totally in control, and relented. He allowed the desperate blonde to lick his Tüyap Escort big crown, and Penny moaned happily as she swirled her tongue around the spongy glans, her saliva all over her chin.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved his cock deep into her open mouth which made her gag and splutter.

With a firm grip on her head he started to thrust his hips at her, before pulling away, a string of her spit connecting his cock head to her lips.

“No, no, no, no, please.”

John rubbed his shiny prick in his right hand, he could feel the blood course along the heavy shaft.

He had reduced Lady Penelope to a pleading, blubbery mess and he nearly came in triumph.

Her face was a picture, eyes half lidded, rosy cheeks and a wet chin.

“I’m ready to fuck.” He said calmly.

He settled his lanky frame on her soft and curvy body and reached around with his hand and parted her damp quim.

With a shift of his tight butt he was in, the bulbous head stretched out her opening and her lips parted easily.

He followed through with half of his rigid shaft and paused, his weight on the palms of his hands.

Penelope felt every fibre of her being alive, and a low guttural groan came from the back of her throat, as she welcomed the penetration.

The muscles in her arms and legs tensed and she tried to wrap them around his body as a natural instinct, but was obviously helpless.

“It’s huge!” She gasped.

“Halfway there,” he grinned.

“That’s only half! Mercy me!”

She raised her head and looked at the lean man and his big pole stuffed up her, then watched him lift up onto his forearms and jerk his pelvis.

He speared her lush cunt totally and she had to remind herself to breathe as he buried his whole member inside her.

Penny roared as her second orgasm washed over her with a warm flush.

She had never cum from having a man just entering her with the initial insertion.

“Incredible, dahhling!”

John started to slide in and out slowly. He could fuck her fast or slow, whichever he desired. He was the controller.

He pumped her with a steady rise and fall of his ass, her wet pussy snug around his thick shaft.

Penny tried to relax the inner walls of her tight channel as he banged her.

His cock was sublime, and the sight bend in his shaft served to give her an odd kind of internal friction. She seeped her juices over his rod as they eased into a delicious fuck.

She purred like a kitten as he speeded up his strokes, then made erotic circular motions with his narrow pelvis.

Squirming under him, her hands and heeled feet tugged on the scarves that bound her tightly.

“Oh my, oh yes, she loves it, lahhvleee!”

Penny’s moans of delight grew more urgent as John slammed into her pinned body, his stomach on her skin made lewd sounds as he began to perspire freely.

The big bed rocked from their wild rut and the wealthy lady would have loved nothing more than to have this virile man inside her insatiable cunt for hours.

But he slipped out of her, leaving her quim gaping open, and rested by her tied high heels.

He looked at the usually elegant beauty who now looked a frightful mess on her back.

“Did you cum yet?” She wondered.

“Oh, I’m not done yet.”

She looked at his still massive erection, shiny and slick from her wetness, and she licked her lips.

John went to her bound ankles and undid the ties and she took the opportunity to flex her muscles.

“You’ve been a rather naughty girl, my Lady, and you must be punished. I’m going to have to spank you.”

Penny was thrilled and slightly apprehensive as her wrists were released.

She had never been spanked before, and was willing to try the new experience.

Her hands rubbed her stiff arms, then rubbed her raw pussy as she gazed at John’s dimpled bum as he walked to her nightstand.

He looked around and then picked up her whalebone hairbrush.

“This will do nicely.” He said as he smacked his open palm with the hard side. “Roll over.”

Lady Penelope went onto her belly and laid flat, her massive boobs mashed to the mattress.

Her pussy had a slow trickle of the sticky stuff that left a spot on the sheet, and she reminded herself to order the housemaids to do the laundry tomorrow.

Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson had spent many Pounds Sterling on pampering herself and her body, as John discovered as he ran the palms of his hands across her ultra-soft and smooth bottom.

The amorous blonde writhed and cooed on her stomach as she was gently caressed.

She looked at him, the left side of her face on the goose feather filled pillow and sighed.

His fingers ran through her fine flaxen hair, left a little ruffled due to the rigorous fucking the pair of them had just ceased.

She felt him close her lithesome legs together with her firm rounded posterior slightly raised, and hissed as the cool side of the whalebone hairbrush slid over her.

“WHOAW!”

The usually cool and collected woman yelled loudly as she received a sudden whack dead center on her bared buttocks.

Her head came up from the pillow to see the man’s right hand lifted way up, and then bring it down onto her right ass cheek.

The stinging was unexpected and she wiggled her hips slightly in an effort to alleviate the pain.