Note- This is not a true story nor is it intended to reflect real situations. It's just a bit of fluff. Please enjoy for content and not any missed grammatical errors. This is for fun not acclaim.
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Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson was not just your average sexy fuck machine. Although that was certainly true. No, Her Ladyship was a sophisticated Milf of some fifty years, a mother-type slut who lived for sex. She was a five feet ten blonde goddess nearing pure perfection, with a toned body and an excellent 34 DD rack. And she had just the right touch of honeyed pubes over her perpetually hungry muff. She was wealthy and renowned in all the right social circles, some of which helped with her insatiable needs. One minute, she was polite and charming in the correct manner, and then, a filthy sex kitten in search of a young and virile man who she would expect to know how to please her.
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It was Oscar Wilde who said that life imitates art. And Lady Penelope agreed that the quote was as relevant today as it was in the 19th century. In this case, the esteemed gentlewoman had decided she needed a permanent residence in London, in addition to Williamson Manor in the county of Surrey.
She had already chosen the South-West suburb of Richmond, thanks to its low crime rate, friendly community, and cleanish environment. And above all, the largest Royal Park.
She had immediately purchased the house for half a million and had hired specialists to help renovate it to her personal tastes.
So far, she had decorated the open-plan living space with dozens of paintings of Renaissance artists specialising in views of Venice. Various sculptures and objets d'art finished off the look.
She next had a geometric-shaped wooden staircase that led up to a discreet area above one of the bedrooms, the sole purpose of being a gym for her plan to get into shape. This was now to be her next project of design.
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Leon got to the place bright and early and the door was answered by the maid.
"Can I help you?"
"Hi, I'm expected. Leon from MDFI."
"Who is it?" Came an educated voice from within.
"He says he is a Doctor, My Lady." Replied the maid.
"No, no. Not a Doctor. Not an MD. MDFI stands for Modern Day Fitness Instructors."
"So, you're Leon. My, my. Do enter."
"Thank you."
When Leon laid eyes on Lady Penelope, he nearly dropped his kit bag.
She was not some stuffy old biddy as he had expected, but a gorgeous blonde. Nearly six feet tall with a pair of tits that thrust out of her pale blue, skin tight leotard. He had obviously arrived during her exercise routine as she was panting and looked flushed, with strands of damp hair stuck to her cheek. If he didn't know better, he might have said she looked like she'd just been fucked.
As she welcomed him in, he followed and his eyes remained riveted to her ass cheeks as they wobbled with just the right amount of jiggle.
"Make yourself at home. I'll need to finish up in the gym. Shan't be too long."
Likewise, Her Ladyship had not encountered such a hunk of man as Leon.
Although dressed in a sweater and slacks, Penny could see that the dark skinned man had a big, muscular, athletic body, with firm thighs and prominent butt cheeks. He looked to be six feet tall and then some. Just her type.
The contrast in their skin colouring excited the insatiable aristocrat enormously. His midnight black to her porcelain white. The other things that excited her of course was his big, dormant cock that ran down his left thigh like a club. This might be very interesting. She envisioned herself lying on her back as he pounded the crap out of her.
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Leon fidgeted in his seat as he waited patiently for fifteen minutes. He then got up and went in search of the woman, curious to know what she was up to. When he found her he was surprisingly impressed. He watched her on a treadmill and she was huffing and puffing as she ran on the spot. He stood transfixed as he leered at her huge tits as they juddered up and down. The mature blonde had obviously lashed out on a well-equipped gym, which was full of top of the range exercise bikes, rowing machines, and steppers.
"Dah-ling," she purred. "There you are."
She stopped for a drink from a water bottle, and he found himself staring at the sweat soaked crotch of her tight fitting leotard.
Her eyes met his and she smiled sweetly as his gaze kept on drinking in her curvaceous figure.
"You look like you've worked out all your life. Leon, isn't it?"
"Ha, thanks, yeah! Well, I'm still only twenty-three. After I quit playing football, I went into training and instructing."
"Football? Rugby or Association?"
"Er, soccer, yeah."
"Would you be a dear and spot me?"
Penny sat on her Peleton bike and Leon shrugged and got hold of her hips.
The horny vixen gave him a sideways glance as she began to pedal. She accidentally on purpose brushed his groin with an outstretched knee. She was certain that his dick moved in his tight pants.
"Hey, care to try some weights? Be my guest."
"You sure?"
She nodded as she looked directly at his hard package.
From the featured outline of his tackle, it was clear that he wasn't wearing any underwear. They moved to where she had a set of iron dumbbells and she took a seat.
"I purchased them but haven't dared try them." She said as she rubbed her legs.
Leon picked up one that weighed 2-5kg and began to ease it up and down.
"My god, you're quite exciting."
"Yeah?"
"Watching your bottom bounce is quite sexy."
Penny focused on his developed calves as he lifted the weight with ease with an attentive gaze. From the rear, his butt beefed up and clenched when he dropped slightly. His masculine grunts and breathing were getting her very aroused.
As she bent forwards in her chair and cocked her head, she could see his cock straining to be free, trapped as it was in his rumpled slacks.
Penny got up and attempted to pick up a dumbbell but howled in pain.