Chapter One.
Welcome to my world.
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Let me introduce you to a man born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a permanent bulge in his pin-striped trousers. That is I, Baron Robert Sinclair of Cleeve.
Since the end of the interminable lockdowns due to the global pandemic, I have vowed to chase pussy and indulge myself with all things luxuriant and abundant. Thanks to my inherited wealth I am in a position to savour the high life and make my dreams come true. First and foremost of which is my unquenchable thirst to shag all those idle and horny rich females I can lay my hands on.
Yes, I have nothing better to do all day and night but pursue upper-class cunt and screw them to the bed. I absolutely adore having sex, but not with just anybody. A woman has to be special, refined, and educated before I'll go to bed with them. Blessed with the wedding tackle one would normally find between the hind legs of a prize stallion, I knew from experience everything there was to know about sex and all its deviations. I've been there and done it. Many times!
I now live in a very beautiful furnished penthouse flat in Central London. Born in 1994, I am quite good-looking and debonair and dress stylishly. Looks aren't everything granted, but my cultured charm and confidence are probably my best advantages. I'm quite tall, just over six feet, and I sometimes grow a full beard to accentuate my medium-length dark brown hair.
There are several types of hereditary titles passed down to the eldest son, and an individual may inherit or receive large sums of money. As did I. The final rank in order from a Duke, a Marquess, an Earl, and a Viscount is a Baron. Baron Sinclair of Cleeve in the County of Somerset, is a title in the Peerage of the United Kingdom. It was created in 1957 for the businessman and public servant, Robert Sinclair. He was my grandfather and I am now the third Baron in succession.
To give you an example of my usual week, I was woken up at the hour of one in the afternoon in my above-average rooms just around the corner of Park Lane. Half conscious I scanned my mobile phone to see that it was none other than Lady Lucinda, a well-to-do aristocrat who was unhappily married to His Lordship, twenty years her senior.
"Robby. Robby, my big dick wonder, there you are" she gushed in her plummy accent. "I know that this is unforgivable and you'll just HATE me for it, but I am in dire need of a thoroughly good seeing to. Could you oblige?"
"Naturellement, my dearest. Come to my boudoir post haste."
Ah, Lady Lucinda. Curvy, smouldering, sex on a stick, and permanently on heat. My type of woman. She was desperately left wanting in her marital bed and was perpetually seeking sexual requitement between the sheets. Being a single and well-hung paramour, I was number one on her speed dial. The above dialogue is a fair example of the sort of calls I get constantly. Cries of much-needed attention from the affluent and the wealthy ladies of the upper echelons of society.
Scratching my valuables I hopped out of bed and donned my silk dressing gown. After three cups of coffee and scrambled eggs on toast, I awaited Her Ladyship at my leisure. In my several encounters with Lucinda, I was aware of her no-nonsense approach to sex. There would be no dilly-dallying once she stepped over the threshold.
"Come to mother, you devil you."
Upon entering the Lady Lucinda dropped her scarlet dress to reveal her expensive black lingerie. That being a bra, stockings, a suspender belt. I was greeted by a wicked smile and a heaving bosom, not to mention moist panties. Beneath my gown I was in a state of nature and within five seconds my cock was sticking up at a jaunty angle. The middle-aged brunette raised a brow and came straight to the point.
"Baron Bobby? I want my pussy licked, my cunt split, and your cum all over my tits."
"I'm at your service My Lady."
I let my gown slip from my shoulders and folded my arms proudly. Lucinda licked her lips and cupped her mound as she ogled my stiff member. As usual, she was overawed by the sheer size of my pulsating organ and wasted no time in going down on her haunches.
"Look at the size of that! What a cock!"
It was true. My cock was a smidgen eight inches long, uncircumcised, smooth yet unyielding, and proportionately thick. My pride and joy. My body was quite trim and my eyes were sharp. I missed nothing or no fuckable woman. My beard was clipped and neat and I gave off an air of complete self-confidence. I gasped at the haste with which the insatiable vixen devoured my hose, gobbling me up and sucking me into her drooling mouth with ever-increasing speed.
She was a full on slut now as spit and slobber bathed my scrotum as she teetered on her five-inch heels. She locked unblinking eyes with mine as she licked my balls alternatively. She inhaled my manly scent as she used her tongue to lap upwards until her mouth found my mushroom-sized cock head. I clenched my buttocks when they were squeezed in her tight grip. I was given a hands-free blow job and she rocked back and forth, taking me deeper than most other women I knew. She opened her throat and swallowed nearly all of my rampant dick.
"Suck it, you witch!"
"Owm! Ummum! I love sucking this big cock, darling."
"Didn't catch that. Deeper."
Kneeling up she swallowed me whole, welcoming my cock into her throat, the thickness of which forced her to gag. Coming up for air with gurgling sounds and smeared makeup she smiled at me with my hose in her fist. She had the upper hand and was clearly enjoying the moment.
"Ready to fuck yet?"
"Take me, you bastard, Give it to me hard."
The Lady threw off her bra to reveal her hefty boobs and tugged her panties down to her ankles. I was rudely shoved onto my back on my king-sized bed as she quickly landed in my lap. She lowered her juicy muff onto my aching dick and sank down all the way onto my shaft. Her hips began to rotate and her tits swayed in my face as she rammed home on my dick like the mare she was.
"You fill me up so," she told me in a breathy whisper.
Her zest for sex amazed me, and her vitality held me in rapt awe. The bitch was on fire, young at heart, and ready to give herself fully. She threw herself across my body and her meaty buttocks banged into me with a certain brutality. Her frantic gyrations meant that she bore down on me and the angle enabled me to penetrate her fully. Her hair formed a curtain around her flushed face as she switched easily from an elegant noblewoman into an unadulterated sex maniac. I had awoken a tigress in heat and her claws dug into my chest. How different from some of the limp-wristed bitches I had pleasured and left with a limp dick.
"Lovely. Lovely!"
I put my hands about her waist as I was vigorously pinioned to the mattress. Her back arched and she waved her arms above he head as she drove onto my rigid dick with aplomb. Her inner thighs were dappled with perspiration as she impaled herself again and again onto my prodigious tool. We were like a delicious fucking machine and just when I feared that I might ejaculate, I rolled her over and flung her legs up in the air. I dove in and buried my face in her wet quim and sucked hard and long on her gaping slit. Her left leg bent at the knee and her heel dug into my right side as I lapped hungrily on her gash. My mouth covered her entire pussy and my tongue dug in, licking and slurping and occasionally teasing her clit.
"You do that so well, darling."
