Lady Penelope Joins The Jet Set 3

When asked what her guilty pleasures are, the very noble and well-spoken Lady Penelope replied, "My pleasures cannot be guilty, although they most certainly are filthy." Like a true hedonist, Her Ladyship is committed to the pleasures of the flesh, living each day with no regrets, and getting as much fun and as many orgasms with each waking day.

With her positive attitude and a good eye for a well-hung youth, the well upholstered MILF is constantly the centre of attention no matter where she is. The elegant and stinking rich blonde beauty isn't as unattainable as one might think. She's got one hell of a penchant for fucking strangers, and a mean exhibitionist streak, that's wetted a great many pairs of knickers.

After many long discussions with her closest friend, Lady Penelope took Baroness Priya's advice and visited India. With its opulent palace-forts, marble monuments inlaid with precious stones, and temples carved by the finest artisans, Rajasthan was her destination. Favoured by the jet set, this regal heritage was the place to go to in India. The enduring cultural legacy of the wealthy Mughal Empire is reflected in the luxury type of hotel one will find there.

Rajasthan's vivid culture includes exquisite culinary delights, majestic palaces, and grand forts. Her Ladyship had been given but one choice of place to stay, and that was The Leela Palace. Priya had gushed about the hotel with all its glitz, glamour, and luxury of a palatial complex, set on the lakeside overlooking the Lake Palace. One still arrives by boat, and on arrival, one is showered with rose petals at the reception. Ornamental gardens, lily ponds, and a huge swimming pool run along the waterside, and the spa has its incense-filled temple. In the evening, thousands of candles are lit, sitars play, and the Taj Lake Palace shimmers in the background.

The thrilled aristocrat was shown to her suite facing the lake, providing a view across Lake Pichola to the Aravalli Hills beyond. The spacious room was beautifully finished to a high standard and dressed with sumptuous furnishings, offering a modern feel but with a traditional Mewari twist. The bathroom was also spacious, with a large tub ideal for a soak after a long day of sightseeing. There was a dining room, a living room, and a study, as well as a private plunge pool on the balcony. The suite had a four-poster bed and private Jacuzzi, which Her Ladyship planned to use every day of her week's stay.

As she settled in her indulgent suite, she saw a card inviting her to attend a function in the very same establishment the next evening. 'Elevating Women in Leadership' read the card. 'Join us for insights and networking with women on the rise. Share our experiences and explorations in transforming corporate life. Don't miss this opportunity to learn from top female executives and build meaningful connections. Interested in sponsoring? Contact us at 'womenontherise.'

It didn't sound like the most exciting party, and she must have been invited to cough up funds like this was a charity fundraiser. Still, it might be a chance to sample some Indian dishes for the price of a ticket, and she decided to go. Besides that, there might be an opportunity to sample some other types of Indian dishes. Namely, the men!

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The traditional dining room had been redressed for the function with the addition of a large balcony, which offered an alfresco option of culinary treats with the dreamy view of the lake. That same day saw she go shopping for a suitable outfit. The wealthy socialite looked stunning in her floor-length embroidered blue silk Lehenga with a daring net blouse that featured a V neckline. It was the perfect blend of Indian tradition and current trend, designed to turn heads at every celebration.

It was unlikely that Lady Penelope would know anyone, and she smiled demurely at the other guests as she nursed a Tamarind Margarita. Everyone was well dressed for the evening, and yet she still got all the looks with her golden tresses and full bosom. She meandered casually towards the balcony, whilst checking the other crowd for anyone who looked interesting or familiar. The air was warm and sticky as the sun was setting over the vast expanse of the lake.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," a female voice addressed the party from the stage inside the main room. "Welcome to our first-ever fundraiser and awareness meeting of the Women on the Rise cause. Please indulge yourselves in our hospitality, and we will discuss more important matters later."

Penny studied the treats laid out on long tables and found herself unable to identify any of the food on offer. She was unaware of two figures sidling up to her from behind.

"Dose are called Khandvi, made with flour and chickpeas, flavoured with mustard seeds, green chillies, shredded coconut, and fresh coriander. This is Chilli Mogo, which is pieces of cassava, sautéed with red chili powder and drizzled with fresh lemon. Or perhaps Her Ladyship might prefer some mini Spring Rolls, stir-fried shredded vegetables wrapped in a golden filo pastry."

Taken aback by the unexpected familiarity, Lady Penelope turned to see a distinguished fellow with greying temples and a trim build under his green pyjama suit.

"Goodness me! If it isn't the Marquis Bart Van De Behr. What are you doing in India?"

"Probably the same as you. May I introduce my wife, Marchioness Hannah Van De Behr?"

Penny eyed up the smiling woman on the man's arm in the purple saree. Her huge and enhanced boobs thrust out from the silk garment like two globes just begging to be stuffed with a big cock. The girl looked to be in her twenties, and she had her black hair cut short in a bob. Her tan gave her body an exotic look that warranted the hard stares from most of the male guests in the vicinity. The cheeky sod was not only titled, but married to a young raver as well.

"So, you are THE Lady Penelope. Charmed, I'm sure. Innit!"

The second the girl spoke in her common accent, it was plain to hear that not only was Hannah not Dutch but that she hailed from East London.

"Oh? Bart mentioned you to me?"

"Not 'arf! He tells me everything, don't you, babes? We ain't got no secrets or nothing neither."

Penny visibly winced at the hideous noise the girl made and turned her attention to the Marquis. Odd to think that the charming and courteous fellow would be accompanied by this ill mannered bitch. She must be outstanding in bed.

"Just going to powder my nose. Shan't be long."

The minute Hannah excused herself, Bart made polite conversation and slowly moved closer to Her Ladyship until his body touched hers. His hand dropped onto her back casually, and this simple gesture made the busty blonde quite excited. She cast her mind back to that first introduction in Amsterdam and resolved to make up for the lost opportunity and jump his bones. The cosier he got, the more aroused he made the insatiable gentlewoman. Her pussy was aching to be touched, and she yearned to suck his cock. Despite Hannah. Or was that TO spite Hannah?

"Always the naughty one, aren't you?"

"Naughty, but nice," Bart countered.

"How did you meet Hannah?" she asked as her hand moved to his backside.

"I met her in Paris. She was entertaining at the Penthouse Strip Club. We clicked, and I discovered she had some delightful hidden talents."

"You and your clubs. What exactly is she capable of?"

Bart rubbed the side of his nose, and Penny rubbed his nether cheeks.

"Would you like to find out?"

Her Ladyship saw Hannah tottering toward them in her high-heeled sandals and nodded.

"Why not? I always say three is better than two."

The short-haired bimbo looked at Bart and lifted her chin haughtily.

"Is she in?"

"Ja."

"Good, I'm going to enjoy this."

Lady Penelope bristled slightly at the ominous tone in the girl's voice and wondered what she might be letting herself in for.

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The three of them left the sumptuous interior of the hotel, and Bart summoned a cab. They took off in the humid air and drove through a much poorer district consisting of lots of narrow streets teeming with local people. They arrived at a modest-looking row of houses and Hannah unlocked the door of a two-up and two-down maisonette. By this time, it was dark, and the lighting inside was low. The sparse furniture was made of cane and looked workmanlike compared to what Her Ladyship had expected.

"Just going to change, babes."

Hannah excused herself, and Bart poured out two glasses of Cobra lager straight from the fridge. They sat opposite each other, and the Marquis explained all.

"In all my years visiting professional brothels and sex clubs, it was dear Hannah who gave me the most explosive, mind-shattering orgasm I ever experienced. And she was only twenty! She had just left the University of London and had concluded that she could make lots of money by selling her body. Once she had blown her stash on a boob job, she crossed the Channel to France and later Holland. Hannah became quickly aware of the S/M scene and correctly surmised that playing at a mistress would earn her more than any strip routine she was performing."

Penny welcomed the slow-moving ceiling fan cooling the room as Bart continued his story.

"I'm not into pain, by the by, it's just the notion that she might inflict a certain amount of humiliation or denial. At my age, I need a bit more entertainment, shall we say. Most of the time, Hannah lets my vivid imagination take over as she teases me or ties me up. It's great fun."

Lady Penelope had an image of the man struggling against his bonds as the cool bitch sucked him off or chastised him with a riding crop.

"Oh, before we go any further, we would like to have you strip off."

Penny sat up in her seat and then shrugged. She stood up and let the exquisite silk garments slip from her top-heavy form. Bart stared at her naked body and stood. The fifty-four year old was quite tall, with spectacular boobs, long toned legs and her tantalising golden bush barely hid her prominent mound of Venus. As Bart also undressed, he pointed to the table.

"We would be delighted if you were to put those on."

Penny padded naked to the table and looked at the odd selection. She turned to the Marquis, who was now nude with his erection gripped in one fist. His body was hard and sinewy and bereft of any hair. The blonde pulled on the offered, elbow-length black satin gloves and then squeezed herself into the figure-hugging black corset. It had a rigid half-bra that meant her hefty tits were sat upon a high shelf. Her pebbled nipples were deliciously stiff and almost ached with anticipation. The hem rested on her wide hips so that her muff was uncovered. The choice of garment was excellent, she thought, and the result showed off her astonishing figure superbly.

"Not every subject has to be tortured or tormented," he said as he took her gloved hand in his. "The subject may reach orgasm when stimulated to his or her tolerated extreme. Hannah aims to assist the subject to reach a climax by subjecting him or her to such an extent."

They entered the room that housed solely the one big bed. Hannah was now shorn of her saree and was donned in a black rubber jacket which was undone to display her silicone enhanced tits. Her face was meticulously made up with dark eye shadow and red-painted lips. She wore long dangling diamond earrings that underscored her short hair. She had on a pair of elbow-length rubber gloves, rubber pants with an open crotch, and a pair of thigh-high black boots. Spiked wrist bands and a matching spiked collar complemented her look with intent.

"About bloody time! What have you been doing? We ain't got all night. Get on the bed, you posh cunt!"

Lady Penelope looked at Bart, who nodded back, and Her Ladyship obeyed. As soon as she was on her back, Hannah had looped a silk scarf around her left ankle. Her leg was pulled wide and taut and secured to the lower bedpost. Her right leg was rudely stretched out, and her other ankle was also tied off. Bart restrained her hands by cuffing her wrists and fastening them above her head. The half-naked, blonde aristocrat was now spread-eagled face up on the bed.

"You see, my dear Lady Penelope. We find that dressing for the part is essential." Bart had donned a rubber suit with a high collar and with the crotch cut out. "I had this especially made for me in Amsterdam."

Penny watched his grinning young spouse tied off a cock harness made to his measurements. It appeared to be an arrangement of black bands looped and buckled around his shaft and balls. One wide strap buckled behind his balls, and a second thinner strap ran between those taut plums, separating them and making them tighter.

"By the time he's all hot and bothered, Bart will be like a wild stallion, pulsing and throbbing so hard that he will go off like a bomb."

His rampant boner stuck up and out of the hole in his groin in an almost comical fashion, thought the bemused blonde.

"Most of us with a leaning toward the bizarre find this type of thing so suggestively erotic that one may derive sexual pleasure from the mere act of dressing up. Hannah and I find that just being naked is boring and unimaginative, whereas the simple act of wearing a little something at the same time exposing the curve of a leg, or a bared buttock or breast implies stimuli rather than forcing it down your throat."

"Are you going to hurt me?" wondered the bound blonde.

"Not so much as hurt, more like teasing. We're going to have so much fun with you, you stuck-up tart."

Penny was acutely aware that her cunt was exposed and vulnerable to any chosen ordeals. The pair of lecherous devils leered at her pouting pussy and already the trussed up blonde could feel her moistness gather in her delicate cleft.

She was helpless, a slave now to their every wish they so chose to mete out. She tried to struggle free at first, but she knew it was impossible to break free from those cuffs. All of a sudden, the common mare sat on Lady Penelope's face and began to bounce up and down, giggling. Hannah's bare snatch was slick and slippery as she swiped along Penny's lips, and the tied aristocrat could only offer her mouth and tongue as her breath came in short, sharp gasps.

"That's the way, bitch! Stick your tongue into my wet pussy!"

Penny did what she was told and pushed deep into Hannah's quim. The London born dominatrix moaned loudly as her cunt and clit were stimulated nicely. Her lower body began to tingle madly as she moved her hips back and forth rapidly. She let out a gasp of relief and eased off.

"Ah, fucking good start. You licked my pussy brilliantly. Allow me to reciprocate."

With her legs bound wide apart, there was no way of resisting. Hannah was also brilliant at oral sex and her darting tongue parted the lips of Her Ladyship's pussy and the older woman squirmed and shook with precious spasms of delight. As she lapped greedily of Penny's warm and wet muff, Bart came behind his young spouse and let his dick slip inside her.

As she was fucked with long and hard thrusts so Hannah repeatedly tongued Lady Penelope's gash. Both dominatrix and dominated groaned ecstatically, and the Marquis grinned in joy. Hannah moved to Penny's clit and covered it with her wide open mouth. She amazed the MILF by not using her tongue once, just inhaling and blowing puffs of warm air on her tiny nub.

"My stars! What ARE you doing?"

The insane sensuousness was strange but effective. The suction titillated her clit and after a full two minutes of this, the body of the MILF was coated in a sheen of sweat. She longed to wrap her thighs around the Domme, but her legs remained steadfastly wrenched apart. Hannah brought her to orgasm, and slowly she and Bart detached.

"Right. Up we go."

Marquis and Marchioness untied the ankle scarves and rudely bent Penny's legs backward over her head, where her ankles were then encircled by two sets of cuffs and tethered to the headboard. The MILF felt her arm and leg muscles become taut and her nether cheeks very nearly left the mattress.

"Look at that," cried Hannah at the sight of the wealthy socialite in her reverse hog-tied state.

Her Ladyship's toes pointed to the ceiling and her cunt and rump were presented perfectly for more jolly japes. Hannah wielded a riding crop, which she used to spank Lady Penelope's bum with. The thin whip whistled through the air and hit her nates with loud cracks. Penny howled pitifully as blow after blow rained down on her cheeks and inner thighs. Bart watched intently as he jerked off and drank in the scene. The constrained blonde hissed in a mixture of sharp pain and indescribable pleasure. The crop made contact relentlessly, and Penny came not once but twice in as many minutes.

"Isn't it wonderful? How the heat of your burning bottom ignites that fire in your pussy?"

It was. With every stroke, the usually regal and elegant gentlewoman felt her sexual arousal increase tenfold. Lady Penelope was no stranger to bondage and spanking, and as before, she reached a peak of sexual gratification, so different from the usual rough and tumble.

"Let's fuck her!"

Bart helped his wife into a harness, which he tied off with straps about her waist and upper thighs. She shed her jacket and wagged the lubed-up seven-inch dildo held in the front attachment. With that, she knelt on the bed between Penny's held-up pins and pushed with a pelvic thrust. The tapered head of the fake dick parted the blonde's folds easily and the slick shaft followed with no bother. Penny gasped as a spark of surprise shot through her body. Hannah was about half way in the MILF'S pussy and paused for effect.

"How's that feel, cunt? Is it nice, cunt?"

Her Ladyship bit her lip as the sex toy was pushed in further, ever so slightly, causing Penny to leak profusely. The cocky mare grinned inanely as she started to fuck the wealthy aristocrat with assured strokes. Hannah moved her hands over Penny's huge jugs and rolled her nipples with her fingers encased in her rubber gloves, which meant for a very unusual sensation. The short haired bitch then slid her hands under Penny's rump and cupped her bum as she shunted back and forth.

"The cunt is about ready now, lover."

Bart held his cock in a clammy fist and watched Hannah retreat. He lined up the swollen head of his dick with the entrance to Lady Penelope's gaping cunt hole and entered her with a grunt and a sigh. The switch from a latex cock to one of flesh and engorged blood was mind-blowing. The distinguished Dutchman began to fuck Lady Penelope with steady and sure strokes and his rubber suit squeaked and slid up and down her front in an almost obscene manner. Unbeknownst to Her Ladyship, the devious Hannah was making herself busy.

"Do you enjoy anal sex, my dear?" asked the Marquis as he slipped out of Penny.

"I do."

Bart kneaded her bottom, which remained clear of the bed and hung suspended above the mattress. Hannah moved in closer and coated Penny's anus and poop chute with a generous amount of sticky lubrication. She then smeared the stuff along his entire length, and once he was satisfied, Bart squeezed his helmet into Lady Penelope's tight sphincter. He closed his eyes in concentration as he fucked her rear passage. Hannah stared right at them and smiled at the erotic sight of his big cock sliding in and out of the snooty slut.

"It's so tight!" whimpered Penny as her ridiculous position gave him a shallow channel.

He must have been highly aroused by all that was occurring, and in a trice, he ejaculated and drove deep into her rectum as his cock spasmed and sent a thick stream of hot cum into her bum hole. He twitched and kept on spurting inside the buxom blonde. With his cock buried inside her, his cum truckled out in a lewd drip that eventually met the sheet. Quick off the mark, Hannah pulled his dick to her mouth and licked him clean. Penny looked at them, smiling at each other, and wondered if they had forgotten about her. But the Marquis released the MILF and she rubbed her cramped calves and upper arms.