Lady Penelope Joins the Jet Set

The jet set is a social group comprising wealthy and fashionable individuals who travel the world to engage in exclusive social activities that are unavailable to ordinary people. The term was introduced in 1949 and reflected a style of life involving travelling from one stylish or exotic place to another via jet plane.

Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson felt a long way from rural Surrey as she waited in the exclusive BA lounge at Heathrow Airport known as the Concorde Room. The filthy rich aristocrat had turned fifty-three and had decided to travel the world for six months, escaping the necessary renovation to her home of Williamson Manor.

She only had two ambitions in life. To enjoy her money and single status, she had been widowed at the age of fifty, and to seek sexual pleasure as much as possible.

From London to Las Vegas, from Amsterdam to Asia, she would sort out the men from the boys and the women from the girls.

She knew that she was irresistible with her fair hair and voluptuous body. The provocative blonde goddess had a hefty bosom and a gentle swell of a middle-aged stomach that led the eye to her mons that were covered by the almost transparent bush of yellow pubes. Not to overemphasise the obvious, but Lady Penelope was a blonde bombshell, despite her being no spring chicken.

"An erotic odyssey! I wish I were coming with you," sighed Baroness Priya Anjali, one of Penny's closest confidantes and occasional fuck buddy. "But I've got one son about to wed and the other about to divorce, so my time is taken."

"Pity. I'm going to travel light. I'll shop and drop as I go. I plan on flying first class, eating well, and screwing my tits off."

"Sounds like a plan. Will you be going to India?"

"Possibly. I have no itinerary, I'm just going to shoot the breeze and see where my fancy takes me."

"Bon voyage!"

x

The Concorde Room embodies the epitome of elegance, and first-class customers can access it at Heathrow Terminal 5. The spacious lounge has plush furniture, beautiful chandeliers, and eye-catching artwork. The terrace area even has the notable thirteen-foot nose from one of the Concorde aircraft.

Her Ladyship relaxed before take off with a flute of Champagne and gathered her thoughts. There was no set itinerary to her dream of visiting as many exciting destinations around the world. She would take it up as she went along. Considering she aimed to have as much fun as possible, she decided to start her quest for sexual gratification by visiting Amsterdam. It has a rich history to discover and world-class museums to visit, and the 'Venice of the North' has a notable 'Red Light District' unlike any other European city. There, in the medieval centre of De Wallen, one can find numerous sex clubs and shops.

She was driven from the airport straight to the Hilton Amsterdam, famous to those of a certain age as the site of John and Yoko's 'bed-in' protest. Her Ladyship had booked into one of the luxurious suites in the canal-side hotel, which had a breathtaking view over the City. The room featured a king-size bed and a comfortable seating area.

Considering the short air trip. Penny was in no mood to stagnate in her suite and immediately hit the cobbled streets to explore. The city centre was small, to say the least, and the many waterways were dominant. The best way to see all the famous sights is to take a canal cruise. Her Ladyship stepped aboard a classic covered wooden saloon boat and settled down as they took a leisurely trip past the Anne Frank House, the Rijksmuseum, and the picturesque Jordaan district.

She looked around the half-empty boat; all she could see were tourists like herself. It was the locals she was more interested in, and not only that, but those who 'entertained' adult clientele. After enjoying an early dinner, Lady Penelope sought out the latest sex club in town, named the Club BonTon. She eventually found it with its ominous black double doors and stood there on the threshold for minutes.

"Feeling a little nervous about going in?" asked a well-dressed gentleman behind her.

The elegant and dignified blonde turned to see a distinguished fellow with greying temples, a trim build under his three-piece suit, and a clipped moustache. He had an air of composure and self-confidence that set the usually collected noblewoman at ease.

"If you want to see de best club in town, you came to the right place."

The man had a Dutch accent and pronounced the word the as de which made Penny smile.

"Is that right?"

"If you would like, I can accompany you. It's fifty Euros to enter."

"Alright, you're on. My name is Penny."

She kept a low profile and dropped her formality, although this chap looked well off in her esteemed eye.

"I am Bart, pleased to meet you. And you are English?"

She nodded as her new companion led her by the elbow inside. The bar area with luxury couches and multiple strip poles was on the ground floor. The interior had a sort of luxury jazz club from days gone by, she thought, and the dim mood lighting made for a discreet image. Three naked ladies were using the stripper poles for a small group of males. give a lap dance for the right amount. All the tables were close to the stage and the couple sat down on the soft seats.

"Drink?" Bart asked, and Penny nodded.

A waiter brought two cold beers, and Lady Penelope looked at her unexpected date face to face. The first thing she noted was that he smelled gorgeous, and the second was that his dark brown eyes remained glued to her, not the naked nubiles cavorting in front of them.

"You are quite captivating, I must say."

"Thank you."

She had come out into the cold air in just a backless dress in shocking pink with matching four-inch heels, and her strawberry blonde hair tumbled freely about her shoulders and back.

"Of course, there is another level to the club. The first floor is a sex club, how do you say, a brothel. This is one of Amsterdam's most exclusive sex clubs and has been serving clients for more than 14 years. There are eight private luxury rooms up there for some intimacy."

Penny squeezed his package and discovered a fistful of dynamite in his pants.

"Shall we partake? she asked brazenly and stood up."

"At once."

They took the stairs hand in hand and were greeted by a smiling host at the top. He and Bart spoke, and then her middle-aged date turned to her.

"Johan tells me dere is an exclusive group party going on in the largest room. He says we are welcome to view the proceedings."

"Splendid, come on."

"But first, we must shed our clothing. Dere are none permitted this way unless naked. In here."

Bart showed her a tiny room with lots of hooks and a clothes horse already laden with garments. Both male and female.

"Everything will be safe here."

"Fine. I don't have much to lose anyway!"

The decadent seductress pulled her dress off and showed Bart that she had neither bra nor knickers. The sexy fuck machine put her hands on her hips as she stood proudly in the buff. At five feet ten inches tall, the blonde goddess had a toned body and an excellent 34 DD rack. Her belly had just the right amount of fat for her age, and her thighs were slightly large but taut and firm. And she had just the right touch of honeyed pubes over her perpetually hungry muff.

Bart nodded in approval as he folded his trousers over a chair. Penny lowered her gaze to his groin and leered at his formidable circumcised dick that pointed unerringly at her. The inflamed tip flared out over his long shaft that quivered invitingly. Her Ladyship felt a warmth run through her and that familiar wetness grew between her thighs.

"It's through here."

When the unlocked door to the romping room opened, Lady Penelope and Bart were treated to a mass of exuberant bodies cavorting and copulating enthusiastically. The nude couple sat down in chairs conveniently placed to view the orgy. In particular, the esteemed gentlewoman was transfixed by the fornication unfolding in front of them.

"What do you think?"

"Astonishing!" cried the incredulous blonde beauty.

The nearest couple rolled on a mattress in a missionary position. Penny had a bird's eye view of the young stud's boyish bum rising up and down as he lay across his lover. His glistening cock drove in and out of the groaning babe and his nuts tapped her upturned backside lightly. To their right, a brown-haired filly was riding one man cowgirl and her rounded tits jiggled as she fell onto his lap repeatedly.

Bart pointed to one chap who lay on his belly as he ate out the pussy of one girl who sucked on a cock belonging to another participant. Penny could make out the split gash below her dark bush that oozed fluids. Another threesome consisted of a fair-haired girl being screwed doggy style while she fellated a dark-skinned hunk.

"Oh!"

Penny reacted when Bart reached out to fiddle with her pussy seam with two digits. She sighed to the touch and lifted her bottom to offer him better access. His erection sprang up, aching for contact, and she obliged by fanning the hot shaft.

"So, ooh! are these male guests, or is it the other way round?"

As they fiddled with each other, Penny moved on her seat in a rocking motion that meant her pussy devoured his searching fingers.

"Dat's de beauty of a private function, we don't know. Everyone has a clean bill of health by de way."

Bart's dick pulsed in her palm and as she turned to look into his eyes, she winked at him and bent her head to suck in the smooth glans. She loved that sensation of a big knob in her mouth and she stretched her lips around the bulbous crown, letting the knob lay fully on her tongue. She sucked in more of him, drawing his hot prick deep inside. Her tongue ran along the underside of his shaft as she nodded her head rapidly. He stroked her fine tresses as she buried her face in his lap, and he gestured to one stud who hovered nearby.

"Go with him," he instructed as he smoothed back his moustache.

Her Ladyship raised her head to take in the slim young man with a slender torso and stiff dick. His physique was nigh on perfect, with not even an ounce of spare on his lean frame. Bart watched with his cock in his fist as the horny MILF was taken to one of the mattresses where she lay down and opened her long pins with a shiver of anticipation. He swept his floppy brown hair back and entered her with a swift movement.

"Goodness!" she sighed as her lover began to move on top of her.

His strokes were languid and unhurried and they fucked in a slow and sensuous rut. His hands cupped and kneaded her huge boobs as their steamy naked frames bumped together. All the time, she caressed his dreamy flesh, and her legs came up and closed over the backs of his thighs. Floppy Hair increased the rate of his strokes, and his pounding became more forceful as he became dominant.

"Yes!" she moaned as she surrendered to his youthful thrusting. "Harder! Don't hold back!"

The quivering noblewoman ran her hands down his sculptured chest, feeling every inch of lean muscle. Then she grabbed his buttocks to pull him in even more profound. The wet slap of his balls banging against her skin was a joyous sound.

"Heavens! That's how I like it. Deep."

He pushed the core of himself back and forth, and his slim hips gyrated in a decidedly delicious motion. Her Ladyship was about ready to cum, and it took just a few more power strokes to get her off. Her cunt squeezed and her thighs gripped harder around his body. Over and over he sank into her pussy, driving her dizzy with lust.

As he frantically pistoned into her, Lady Penelope climaxed, a moment of pure ecstasy. Her orgasm shook her from her belly to her toes and she hugged his back as he then grunted and gave it to her harder and faster until he erupted and flooded her sopping cunt. The insatiable noblewoman pushed her loins up as he ground into her, hoping to keep their flow and ebb to last just a little bit longer.

He finally slipped out of her, and she rose from beneath his panting form. Grinning from ear to ear, she sought out her congenial companion, but Bart was nowhere to be seen. As her muff dripped warm cum she picked up a printed card and read it.

"Until we meet again? Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson."

She turned the small card over to read his name. Marquis Bart Van De Behr. The cheeky sod was not only titled, but he had recognised her from somewhere. Intrigued, the sated MILF collected her belongings and mused over the splendid evening.

x

The initial take-off of her odyssey for fun and frolics had been a success, and the next stop was to be the South of France. Her Ladyship had flown from Amsterdam Schiphol airport to Nice Cote d'Azur. From there, it was a thirty-kilometre drive to Monaco. Her Ladyship was no stranger to the principality and had booked a night's stay at her favourite hotel, the Hôtel de Paris.

In the heart of the action, on the Place du Casino, the iconic hotel always gave the wealthy socialite a thrill. It offered the great luxury of a palace and even had two exclusive rooms, the Princess Grace Suite and the Prince Rainier III Suite. She was greeted cordially at reception and ushered to her room, which oozed style. The large window offering an outstanding view of the Casino de Monte-Carlo added to the magic of this exclusive room. A view that stretched into the distance to the Mediterranean coast.

Her Ladyship had a light supper of wood-fired beef and roasted asparagus. With her heart in her mouth, she ventured out to THE casino. It was a dream place, easily recognisable from the James Bond movie Goldeneye. Monte-Carlo Casino is one of the most famous casinos in the world, built in a Belle Époque style back in 1863.

The casino is surrounded by beautiful, colourful gardens, and the incredible building stands at the end of a cul-de-sac, complete with statues and ornate architecture. In front of the massive wood and glass doors, a line of luxury vehicles were parked like icons to the rich in the European evening. Lady Penelope felt QUITE at home here.

The interior is composed of decorative crystal chandeliers and stunning artwork, which creates a bright yet soft atmosphere. The windows are also made of stained glass, and one will also find decorative sculptures and allegorical paintings. Dressed in a Dolce and Gabbana satin bustier midi dress, she struck an alluring figure with her sizeable bosom thrusting out from the boned bodice. Her hair was in a side-swept bun, which accentuated her sophistication with a touch of romance. This asymmetrical style elongated the neck and added a graceful silhouette to her overall appearance.

Penny made her way through the front doors, and her ears were greeted by the sounds of muted chatter, the sound of coins tumbling out of slot machines, the cheers from winners, and the groans of losers. There are different gaming rooms decorated in a variety of different themes to test your luck. You will find all sorts of games and entertainment, from French Roulette to English Roulette, to Trente et Quarante, and Black Jack. There's also an abundance of craps tables, for those with a love of this classic casino game in which everything rests on the roll of dice.

Waiters scurried here and there, keeping the guests plied with drinks. The chic blonde nursed her rose champagne as she gravitated to one of the baccarat tables that looked animated. She focused on one chap with quite the stash of chips in front of him. He had dark wavy hair and a square jaw, and her Ladyship fantasised that he might be a James Bond-type spy.

Her sensual awareness always increased when she saw an individual prime for a shag. She drifted to his side and watched the card game with about a dozen others. A hard-faced woman who looked about seventy cursed as she tossed her losing hand away, and Mister Bond raked in more chips.

"Bravo," she said admiringly, and he looked up to set eyes on the ravishing blonde beside him.

"Merci, Madam. Would the lady care for a drink?"

"I'd love to."

The tall fellow looked to be in his mid-thirties as he stood up, and Penny liked what she saw. He was tanned and squeaky clean as they sat at the bar and ordered champers. He was a commanding figure dressed in expensive clothes and smelling of expensive cologne.

"I'm Jean."

"Penny," she retorted with a smile."

"Enchante, Madam. Anglaise?"

"Oui. Do you come here often?"

"Quite often. Gambling is one of my weaknesses. That, and falling for attractive blondes."

As he said that, he casually put his hand on her left knee. The ever-horny MILF purred and bristled on her stool. She was excited as hell and more than delighted to fall into this one's lap. His almost insolent bravado sent all sorts of desires through her and it goes without saying that her pussy tingled like mad. Her very pendulous tits heaved in her satin dress as she flashed her lashes in invitation.

"What is an adorable lady such as herself doing alone?"

"Waiting to meet someone like you, perhaps?"

The pair of them were outrageous opportunists, and both understood the moment. It was an instant affinity and most welcome.

"You have a room here?"

"I do."

"Shall we?"

"Let's."

Within a minute, they were inside Her Ladyship's luxury suite and writhing in each other's arms. Impatient to get going, his hard body roughly pressed to her curves and his right hand grabbed hold of her left tit. The amorous Frenchman kissed her, and Penny moaned into his mouth. His groin worried her lower body, and she felt the heat oozing from him.

They broke apart, and Lady Penelope shrugged out of her midi dress and stood naked before him. She had no problem undressing in front of the stranger she had known for barely half an hour, and she felt proud as he shed his tuxedo while checking her out. He stared at her huge bosom initially and liked what he saw. His eyes traced out her pale, milky body and then her mons with the fair pubes. Her downy bush was already dappled with moisture and he could make out her quim lips.

"Magnifique," he told her he put his hands on her boobs and fondled the erect nipples.

He lowered his face and sucked in her left nub. As he dribbled into her ample cleavage, she put her right hand between them and gleefully rubbed his stiff shaft. Penny gushed at the terrific sweeping of his wet lips skimming all over her substantial rack, and his beefed-up frame twitched as he became more heated.

"Down."

Her Ladyship was rudely pushed onto her haunches and her mouth was opened as he fed her his dick. Arrogant bastard, she thought as she hummed on his knob. To show him she was not fazed, she dug her nails into his upper thighs as she moved her head back and forth. Not to be outdone, Jean leaned over her, and with his feet planted wide apart, he began to skull fuck her. Her eyes watered as he bumped the back of her throat with his bell end hard.

"You like that?" he asked, expecting no reply.

The compromised MILF grabbed his scrotum and managed to twist them back. He pulled back with a growl, and then he roughly tossed the tall blonde onto the bed and leaped on top of her. It seemed so fast as he sat astride her as he divided her tits with his thick prick. Bliss! Penny loved the incredibly sensuous way he trust up her boob channel and tit fucked her. His cock head popped out on every stoke and met her chin. As she lay flat out on her back and savoured every second, she pushed her globes together in a mound of magnificence as he fucked them with a curious circular motion.

"Tu es superbe!"

While his enthusiasm made her very wet, she would have liked to enjoy the experience fully. Jean fell across her and forced her legs apart with his. With the voluptuous beauty pinioned to the bed, he entered her with great pushes from his hips. His sheer brute force sent shivers down her spine as he went full throttle and banged her into the mattress. As she ran her fingers through the crack of his taut buttocks, Penny squealed and moaned as he fucked her nearly senselessly.