Lady Penelope Milf Of The Mansion Ch 12

Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson was born and raised to do nothing. A perfect example of a spoilt female born into the upper classes of the UK. She had gone down the usual path since birth. Educated in an all-girls school and then at finishing school. After a couple of years on the social circuit of parties, balls, and various horse racing meetings, the teenage Lady Penelope had settled down into a well-placed marriage, with a beautiful mansion to live in, wealth, travel, and children.

Marital bliss faded as her spouse, twenty years her senior, lost interest in affairs if the bedroom, and left his sexually insatiable wife to search elsewhere for satisfaction. This led to the occasional love affair, but it wasn't until Sir Hugh passed, that Penny felt unleashed and free. As she turned fifty, the still attractive blonde honey was in dire need of excitement and gratification.

She'd read that women in their fifties often came into their sexual prime during those years, and as each day went by without a hard cock in her hungry mouth or yearning pussy, she totally got it.

From now on, she vowed, her life was going to be so much more enjoyable. She was determined to lead an active and varied sex life.

x

Her Ladyship had decided to throw a massive costume party at her mansion in Surrey. A big get together to celebrate the six month anniversary of the end of the Covid-19 lockdowns.

So much time had been lost on the social circuit that many needed some form of celebration to make up for lost time. And what better than to play dress up and let one's hair down.

With the help of all her staff, the renowned gentlewoman planned the party to the finest detail.

She attended to the things that needed to be done, cancelled other appointments that could be deferred, and got her nose to the grindstone.

This came with some problems and other details that required thought and money to surpass. It was these moments that Her Ladyship despised as it led to her getting a headache. Usually alcohol relieved the tension, but it was a well-known fact that drink went straight to her head. It was also no secret that the esteemed peeress had a high libido. Thinking about sex diverted her mind from the dreariness of life, and for the most part, she went about her day fantasising about who, where, and when, she might get laid. And right now, she had the perfect partner at hand.

"MacCavity? Would you be a dear and draw me a bath. There's a good chap."

"At once, M' Lady."

The twenty-year old latest addition to her household staff had proven to be most worthy of his position. He was dedicated, trustworthy, agreeable in every way, and knew how to please a lady in bed.

x

Two hours later, Lady Penelope padded naked across the thick fur rug into her high-ceilinged bedroom from the adjoining en-suite bathroom. She sat on the edge of the Regency bed that dominated the room.

Steam still leaked out, as Phil MacCavity stepped inside the room.

Penny faced him with her head tilted back, her fingers running through her long wet hair. He nodded as she thrust her chest out and he felt himself swelling at the sight of the droplets of water running over her perfect breasts, down her stomach and onto her gently rounded stomach.

Even at the age of fifty-one, Penelope had supple mature skin that was smooth and for the most part unblemished. She'd chosen a brilliant red nail polish that looked teasingly sexy and enticing.

She had just the slightest hint of added weight across the line of her belly. Her navel was deeper but perfectly formed, and her waist was still narrow. Her stupendous breasts spread out over her ribcage in two creamy pillows of flesh. Each mound quivered as she breathed

as she idly stroked her throat. The late afternoon sun filtered through the huge windows that provided a magnificent view of the grounds and rolling countryside that stretched for miles.

She glanced up at the north wall which was draped in a tapestry that displayed a historical naval battle of 1805, in which her late husband's ancestors took part.

"Be a good man and strip off."

The curvy blonde aristocrat then focused on her new footman. She used the palms of her hands to brush the bed linen which was of the finest woven raw silk. Leaning against the headboard made of English oak, she smoothed back her loose fair tresses.

"Aye, My Lady."

"There's a good fellow."

"Aye, Madam," he answered in his soft Scottish burr.

"Excellent. I do so love to see a man's erection spring out of his pants. Quite thrilling."

He removed his shirt and trousers and draped them neatly over a chair and turned to face her once again.

His superb cock jutted out of his groin at a jaunty angle.

"Good boy! So dutiful and attentive! I feel frightfully stressed. And I am in dire need of a good, hard shag. Planning events can be such a chore."

Penny smiled and ran her tongue across her lips, relishing what was to come. She stood to her full five ten height and put her hands on her hips.

MacCavity gripped his boner. Since he had joined her household, they had made love no less than ten times. And each time the sex had been almost animalistic in her desire to get laid.

Having moved in the mansion, he had initially been overwhelmed by the opulent furniture, furnishings, and artwork all around. Following the prim and proper training by Her Ladyship's dignified butler, he had soon discovered his additional duties, That being the blur-blooded woman's toy boy.

"You like?" She asked, knowing full well his answer as she thrust out her 34 DD bosom.

"Very much so, My Lady."

"Come here."

Phil grasped her by the hands and pulled her to his hairless chest. He closed his eyes as he felt her huge breasts crush against him. Her left thigh insinuated itself between his legs, and he reciprocated by lashing onto her rounded buttocks with both hands.

"You are remarkedly beautiful," he gasped, his eyes taking in her enticing nakedness.

"Thank you, dear boy. Not too bad for someone more than twice your age."

Time had done surprisingly little damage to her curvy body although, of course, things weren't quite as tight as they'd been all those years ago. She'd added one or two pounds over the years, but she wasn't too worried as most of that added weight had ended up either on her backside, or on her full creamy thighs. That little bit of weight merely made her look more sexy and voluptuous.

"Are you ready?"

She asked as her fingers wrapped around his rigid cock.

"I think I know the answer."

They kissed. It was a deep kiss that lasted a full minute. Their hands wandered over each other as he massaged and squeezed her behind, then moved up the small of her back to stroke her hair. His erect dick pressed hard against her stomach, and her loins tingled as their kisses became more passionate.

He broke the kiss she arched her back to present herself to him and cupped his head as he kissed down her chest.

Nor for the first time, he marveled at how full and large her boobs were. Ever so soft, yet a sheer handful.

She moaned appreciatively as his tongue flicked out to lick and tease her nipples. His hands smoothed out the twin hillocks of her heaving rack as he gently plucked the nipples into even greater stiffness.

His hands eventually moved between her legs, and she parted her legs as he cupped her mound. Penny shivered as he ran his middle finger between her moist labia, sending waves of pleasure through her loins.

"Wonderful!"

She kissed him hard on the mouth, then ran her wet lips down the full length of his body, dropping to her knees before him.

Her tongue took long across his abdomen, sinking down to his groin. She licked along the soft crease where his leg met his torso bathing the area with warm and viscous saliva.

"Mmm!"

He gasped as the ravenous blonde took him into her mouth. Her tongue lapped at the crown, teasing him with just the tip. His body tensed, his legs trembled, and she sucked harder, slobbering loudly on his helmet.

Penny could feel the heated shaft throbbing as she licked and sucked at his hard cock.

With her lips pressed against the cock head, she then stretched then slid over the pronounced ridge. His crown popped into her mouth and he hissed through gritted teeth as she sent delightful vibrations though him as she hummed on his boner.

"Oh, My Lady!"

Penny drove onto his cock and slid her lips back as she sucked in half of his length. She hollowed her cheeks and let out a gob full of saliva run out of her mouth and down his pulsing shaft as she methodically bobbed her head.

He watched in awe as she then swallowed him inch by inch, right down to the root. She held him inside for a full ten seconds and his bell end lodged at the back of her hot throat.

She heard his ragged breath and eased up, letting his drenched dick slide out in one, slow motion.

"You give the most amazing blow jobs, Milady."

"My specialty, dear boy. Come on."

Phil stretched out on the bed, and the curvy beauty slipped a leg over his and then straddled him, her smooth thighs gripping his. She snapped her head back as her muff met his rigid length. He looked up as her soft undulating body snaked up and down his masculine form. He reached up and ran his hands over her thighs and the feminine swell of her buttocks.

Enjoying his touch, Penny spread her legs wider and he placed his stiff rod to her opening, running the tip up and down her wet folds. With a subtle twist of her hips, Her Ladyship sank down onto him, and they both groaned in unison. With her hands face down on his belly, the blonde vixen began moving her hips in small circles, grinding herself against him as she drove further into his lap.

"Yes, that's nice."

She lifted up and balanced on her feet, sitting vertically on his pole. With assured and steady thrusting up and down, the controlling blonde fucked the fellow at her own pace. The slickness of her cunt meant that his pulsating dick glided in and out of her effortlessly.

He became hypnotised by her bouncing boobs as they danced on her chest in some lewd display. Her belly sucked in and out as his prick was consumed by her cock hungry cunt. Her puffy outer folds spread out around his thick girth as he sank up inside her.

"Ulp!"

With the earnest eagerness of youth, the young and virile Scot rolled them, so that he was now on top of her. He used his entire length to slide into her, grinding against her lower body as his backside rose and fell steadily. The frustration and headache Lady Penelope had earlier melted away as her toy boy pounded her with long deep strokes. Her fingers clawed at his back, digging into the bunched muscles of his bottom, gripping and squeezing the clenching cheeks to encourage him to ravage her harder.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she whispered nonsense in his ear, her senses befuddled by the familiar build of her impending climax. She came with a shriek as he continued to thrust into her, rubbing himself hard against her clitoris.

His back arched as she bathed his dick with her cum, and she buried her face in his shoulder. They clung to each other, panting and twitching and then he started to piston in and out again, both reluctant to cease the royal rut.

"Goodness!"

Phil bent his head and smothered her left breast with his mouth. Her nipple hardened at his teeth tweaked and rolled the sensitive button. She moaned at his tongue slithered over her heavy globe if flesh as her own hands caressed his solid chest. She whispered in his ear once more.

"Cum in me."

Her educated accent, her demand, so innocently uttered with a hint of unblushing wantonness, tipped him over the edge. His hips bucked forward as he pushed himself into her as deep as possible. He ejaculated, flooding her with his seed. Penny hugged him to her squirming body as he pumped his cum inside he until it seeped out and ran down the crack of her ass.

He held her in his arms as he came down from his orgasm, and he kissed her ears and neck until he wilted.

She nestled against him for several moments and then pushed him aside.

"Splendid! That washed away the cobwebs. Off you go now, there's a good chap. I need a siesta before dinner."

x

The lavish estate of Lady Penelope had undergone some rebuilding in recent weeks, and had been fitted a range of lavish amenities, including a spa complex that has two treatment rooms, a sauna, steam room, and pool.

The main room of Williamson Manor was fairly packed for the costumed event. To her credit, the palatial room had become a grandiose riot of colour, opulence and ritzy sensation. Smartly attired waiters served the guests, who mingled, danced and drank together to the music of Bach's Brandenburg Concerto Number Three in G Major.

Everybody had gone to the effort of dressing up in varied costumes. For most, this was an opportunity to display their wealth and style with lavish and flamboyant designs that singled them out from across the crowded room. It spoke volumes for the wealthy and affluent that so many had gone that little extra distance to really stand out.

Lady Penelope stood just inside the main entrance to welcome her guests. She looked ravishing in her provocative two piece Egyptian Goddess costume. The alluring image of Cleopatra was brought to life in a striped cut-out dress, ornate jeweled collar and pleated panel satin skirt that barely covered the essentials.

Shimmering gold snakeskin straps twisted up her calves and sported an open toe look. Her beaded headpiece was also gold and highlighted her fair tresses. The Intricate sequin and bead detailing created a look fit for the Queen of Egypt.

She had desired something completely unladylike and had chosen well.

"You look divine, my dear."

Said Baroness Priya Anjali who arrived with her youthful date in tow. Priya and Penny went back years and had remained close friends since their teenage years.

Their children were grown up now and had left home, leaving the ladies alone and man hungry. The last time these two had gotten, they had hired five well hung male escorts to take turns fucking the pair of them, much to Penny's pleasure. (See chapter 5)

"You too."

The Indian born MILF wore a racy Hindu Princess costume that consisted of an off the shoulder wrap around crop top with gold applique detailing and statement jewels. Her harem type pants had a split leg with attached gold leg garters.

Her black hair was center parted and she wore a rhinestone headdress with a single pearl frontlet.

The square jawed hunk on her arm demanded attention with his impressive black and gold fake armour worn over a blood-red tunic. The piece covered the front of the tunic and came with a draping black cape attached to the back.

"This is Sebastian. I don't think you've met."

Penny eyed him up and admiring his well-toned physique and good looks.

"No. I would have remembered."

"Charmed, My Lady," he said in a rich voice.

"The feeling is mutual." She answered, taking his hand in hers. "Whatever happened to Michael Haversham?" (See chapter 3)

"Oh, him. He only went and got himself married. Silly goose. Still, plenty more where he came from."

She grinned and squeezed Sebastian's thigh.

At only five feet five, Priya had aged pretty well, still blessed with a beautiful olive toned complexion, and had a curvy little body with plump buttocks and a mall waist. She had a fairly flat belly still and her breasts were full and rounded.

"Where's your new Scottish treasure?"

"Oh, around."

Older women and younger men. A story as old as time itself. The mature and sex hungry female lusting after youthful male flesh. Seeking that assured sexual performance that only the fresh faced can provide. And Lady Penelope and the Baroness got what they desired, and always wanted more. They craved the endless stamina, and endurance of the virile young bulls they took into their beds. Both had acquired new toy boys but that would not deter them from looking elsewhere for extra fun. These women loved the feel of young flesh pressed into theirs. Yearned for hard cocks thrusting into their mature bodies time and time again until they collapsed in total satisfaction.

Penny led her dearest friend across the crowded room. Stopping only to receive a flute of rose champagne. At one side of the room, small tables and chairs had been set up, with plentiful drinks and hors d'oeuvres. On the dance floor were couples in costumer. Cowboy and Indian, Cop and robber. Tarzan and Jane.

Her Ladyship herself was immediately surrounded by a flock of young men, eagerly begging her for the next dance. She smiled happily at all of them.

"In time. In time." She fended them off with a wave of her hand. "Reminds me of the old days when I was a debutante. I was holding them off with a cow prod."

"Yes. And then came Sir Hugh." Said Priya wistfully.

"Dear Hugh." Sighed Penny, as she took a sip of bubbly.

"I don't think we have been introduced yet, My Lady."

Penny looked up to see a handsome chap in a Cowboy costume, shirtless, with just a brown suede look waistcoat with a frill detailing around the shoulders for an authentic appearance. A pair of brown suede look chaps with frill edging ran down each long shank. They were worn over a tight pair of black jeans, the crotch of which left nothing to the imagination. On top of a shock of curly fair hair, he had a good quality leather stitched Western Hat crafted from soft suede with black leather trim.

This look was finished with a red and white patterned bandana worn around the neck.

"Penelope, dah-ling. So let me introduce His Lordship, Lord Frederick Wellesley. the second son of Charles Wellesley, 9th Duke of Wellington, and Princess Antonia of Prussia."

Penny looked at the fellow with the open waistcoat and gazed at his muscular chest. He was a tall, well-built man with broad shoulders and the chiseled thighs of a horse rider. He was a little older than the other man with Priya, perhaps nearer to thirty than twenty.

"Pleased to meet you. I hope you enjoy the party."

They held hands, and the blue eyed hunk gripped hers a little longer than protocol called for.

Her pale skin had felt so soft when he touched her, and her risqué costume accentuated a womanly fullness. Wide hips and a vast bosom were impossible to ignore.

"I have a feeling I shall. Care to dance?"

"Certainly."

The Wellesley family has many titles, in the United Kingdom, Belgium, the Netherlands, Spain and formerly Portugal. They are the descendants of Arthur Wellesley, commander-in-chief of the British army, who defeated Napoleon at Waterloo in 1815. For his many victories, he obtained many titles, including the evocative Duke of Wellington. Thanks to this victorious ancestor, his descendants enjoy multiple titles of nobility but also land in Belgium, which is sometimes controversial. Indeed, the Duke of Wellington is also Prince of Waterloo and is the only noble in Belgium to own land received as an appanage.

"So, you're a Wellesley. What a proud family."

They hit the floor to the music of the Emperor's Waltz by Strauss.

He traced a hand over the naked skin of her shoulder, then ran his fingers down her arm and reached for her hand. They swayed with each other and Penny welcomed his hard body next to hers. Fred held her so that her generous sized breasts were nestled against his bared front, creating a frisson of excitement between the pair of them.

"I would have thought you would have come as Wellington."

"Too obvious. I'm Jesse James. Cowboys are more interesting. Don't you agree?"

His warm breath blew on her neck, sending chills across her half uncovered body.

This particularly fake herder was definitely interesting, thought she. How she would dearly love to saddle up in his lap.