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 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.
