The best assets of Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson were undoubtedly her outstanding pair of 34 DD breasts. Still gravity-defying even though the wealthy socialite was now in her early fifties. The blonde MILF also had a pair of willowy legs and a fairly tight bottom. Her Ladyship wasn't born a wanton slut, the passage of time saw to that. Penny needed sex every week, and if her needs were not met, the busty beauty could become cantankerous at the drop of a hat. The esteemed noblewoman prided herself on her looks and refined upbringing, and thanks to her loaded late husband, she was able to lead a life of leisure. Apart from her duties administering her household, that being the palatial Williamson Manor, and organising affairs of the vast estate such as arranging various events and banquets, she sought one thing only. Sexual gratification regularly.
With this concept in mind. Penny spent a small fortune on her skirts, dresses, lingerie, heels, and stockings ensemble. These included expensive and sophisticated clothing that never deviated from her aristocratic lifestyle. Slinky and suggestive dresses with plunging necklines and incredibly short hemlines were among her favourite attire. Her clothes embodied everything about her. Financial power, independence, and sex appeal. Whatever the occasion, whatever the time of day, Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson was up for grabs.
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The year 2025 promised much for her landed estate, and with that in mind, Lady Penelope had accepted a lucrative contract to open her mansion to the public for twelve months of the year. She looked forward to the challenge of organising an ad campaign to capitalise on her latest project. Her idea was to have a young couple be filmed visiting the house and grounds and pointing out the grand collection of paintings and sculptures, taking a stroll in the gardens, and enjoying a traditional English high tea. The female role had been taken and now she had to pick the male to appear opposite her.
Her office was on the 20th floor in one of the most well-known skyscrapers in the City of London. Although she usually considered herself to be a backseat driver in these affairs this was her baby. She took a moment and ran her hand through her loose locks. She looked elegant in her double-breasted ivory jacket which she wore over a beige puffy-sleeved blouse. The hem of her stretch ivory skirt came about mid-upper thigh and this showed off her choice of beige stockings. Her white high heels gave extra elevation and poise to her five-foot-ten frame. Her face was meticulously made up and long and expensive diamond earrings glittered in the light.
"Elizabeth? I'm ready to interview the prospect. Send him in."
She pressed the white button on the intercom and went to stand by the large window of the airy office.
"Them, My Lady."
"Them?"
Her normally trusted secretary opened the door and ushered in not one but two candidates for the solitary position.
"I must apologise, My Lady. It's all my fault. l have Mister Robertson and Mister Robinson here. I messed up."
Penny looked up from behind her mahogany desk and peered through her spectacles at the pair of dark-skinned beefcakes. She looked from one to the other and nodded in approval at them both.
"Thank you, Elizabeth. Please hold my calls for the next hour."
"As you wish, My Lady."
"Robertson and Robinson. Well, gentlemen. It seems there has been a cock up. No pun intended." The flirting woman smiled to herself as she checked out their wedding tackle hidden in their trousers. "I think I'll save time and interview you together. Be seated. This position needs someone who is dedicated and able to act on my every command. You will be plastered all over the media and magazines; your presentation is vital. I must stress that there is only one opening and I have to decide this week. I don't often visit London so we won't meet again until the new year. The job is well paid and the successful candidate will benefit from exclusive bonuses and more."
Her Ladyship removed her glasses and then her jacket. She walked around her desk and the seated men and the only sound was the persistent clack of her heels when they met an uncarpeted section of floor. She sat at the edge of her desk and crossed her legs thereby flashing the tops of her sheer stockings. Both men could smell the expensive scent she wore and they both shifted in their seats.
"So, Mister Robertson. Do you really want this job?"
"Absolutely. One hundred percent."
"And you, Mister Robinson?"
Penny idly swung a heel and waved a hand in front of her face.
"Yes," he answered as he looked at his unexpected rival. "And I'll do anything I must to get it."
"Good to hear."
"I don't know about this guy," retorted Robertson. "But I am fully equipped for the role."
"Right. Is it me or is it hot in here? Of course, stamina is an obvious given. I am considered a taskmaster and the successful candidate can expect a heavy workload and an exhausting schedule."
The ever-horny MILF undid two of the three buttons of her skimpy blouse and exhibited her deep cleavage. Both men admitted the blonde bombshell looked staggering for her age. Her mere presence left the two men panting, searching the room with wide eyes to focus on anything but the gorgeous goddess before them.
"You both look right for the role and are just what I'm looking for. I have a pool on the Estate and there will be a scene where you and the female pose in swimwear for the promo. Stand up and let me see you."
Errol Robinson was an incredible six-foot-four with a slim but muscular build. His head was shaved and had a small goatee. Lady Penelope was a tad concerned about this look but shrugged it off as filming did not start until February. Leroy Robertson was also tall and had the darkest skin of the pair. Nearly charcoal black, he had short-cropped hair and earrings.
"As I said. Swimwear. May I see your bare chests?"
Both men shrugged and removed their tops. Errol had fully defined muscles and no body hair. Penny was fascinated by the man's powerful biceps and the rippling movement of muscle on his back and abs as he laid his shirt on the back of the chair. The waist of his tight trousers somehow narrowed his hips and inadvertently revealed the full elastic waistband of his briefs. What lies in there, thought the intrigued and ever so horny aristocrat. Leroy stood proud before them with his midnight black torso and a diamond-shaped patch of dark chest hair over its centre that fanned out over the upper planes of his chest. The muscular sinews of his upper and lower back pleased Her Ladyship no end.
