Lady Penelope Joins The Jet Set Ch. 01

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.

"Yes! Fuck me, fuck me!"

"Oui, you fucking bitch! I'll fuck the shit out of you!"

The Frenchman had transformed into a manic sex machine, and Her Ladyship was amazed by his pent-up passion. She had encountered men like this, and she embraced the moment as she was completely immobilised beneath his bulk. Jean tore and scratched at her perspiring body as he screwed her like a wild animal. His buttocks were clenched as he rose up and then slammed back into her repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, yes! I love your huge cock inside me!"

Jean blinked back sweat as he hooked his arms under her legs and swung his hips, driving the full length of his cock in and out of her. Her massive tits bounced as her entire body rocked from his persistent thrusting. Every inch of her cunt rippled as he emptied his balls inside her.

"Alors!"

He threw his head up as he came and she succumbed her battered body to him as her pussy leaked around his throbbing shaft. He pulled out and he fell onto his back with a dry mouth and wilting dick.

"Apologies, Madam. The beast always comes out as my lust rises."

"Of course. No matter."

In all her excitement, Penny realised that she had not cum but she had enjoyed the rut nonetheless. She fell into a long, deep, and dreamless sleep, not waking until noon the next day. When she awoke, she was alone, and as she scanned the suite, she slowly saw that her clothing had been strewn about and that her jewellery and credit cards were gone.

"Bastard! I bet he cheats at cards too, cheeky sod!"

x

Lady Penelope informed the hotel manager of the theft and contacted her bank to make the necessary adjustments and cancel her old cards. Having tired of France, she decided to leave and visit a country famous for its lovers and Romeo's. Italy. She would be the first to say that the dark-haired Latin-type lover made her go weak at the knees.

She flew to Rome immediately, that beautiful city built across seven hills. It was her first time there, and she considered the city to be a pretty impressive place. And Rome also had just as many elegant shops as Paris. Penny loved clothes and was unashamedly fashion-conscious, as most wealthy ladies were.

Another big city and another posh residence to stay in. The Hotel Forum in Rome is a historical hotel superior 4-star, located in an ancient 18th-century building. Its 78 rooms and suites are roomy and luxurious and decorated with taste. The beautiful hall is lined with precious wooden panelling and Persian rugs, while the bar has a beautiful antique tile floor.

Once she had checked in, she took off to the Spanish Steps by cab to the Gucci flagship store. Women's Handbags, crafted for everyday luxury, were her want today, and Gucci designer handbags blended sophistication and flair. The second Her Ladyship began to browse the spring collection, two youngish-looking salesmen sidled up to her.

"Madam, we are at your service," he said in good English. "I am Mario, and this is Paul. We can help you with anything, Si?"

The intrigued MILF turned and licked her lips. Really? Did he say anything? She studied both men close up and liked what she saw. Paul was six feet two with slicked-back hair and dewy eyes. Mario looked slightly older and shorter and was obviously the talker. There are two types of Italians, she had been informed by friends. The talkative type and the silent, smouldering type who spoke with his eyes and actions. Mario's accent was a dream, and although she listened to his sales pitch, the words went in one ear and out of the other.

Paul moved closer to her and made it clear with his body and gaze that he thought she was a most desirable woman. He would never have needed to ask her into bed. She would jump at the chance. One look at his face was enough to tell her he wanted her. She noted how he paid rapt attention to her splendid bosom that was barely concealed in her captivating bodycon dress adorned with delicate ruffles. The butterfly sleeves added a whimsical touch, creating a chic and sophisticated look, but the plunging V neckline led the eye of the beholder directly to her bust.

Mario was no less mad for her as he draped his arm over her shoulder. Both of them were fuckable, and Penny couldn't decide which of the two she desired the more. Where one charmed her with his velvet voice, the other exuded sex appeal that made her melt. Then again, why choose when BOTH would suffice?

"I'm going to purchase these two fine handbags, but I'm afraid to carry them around for fear of theft. Would you be a dear and deliver them to my hotel suite?"

"But of course. We shall be delighted."

"Both of you, mind. I shall expect you later. Here is the card of the hotel. Grazie."

x

It had been a whirlwind start to her jet sex tour and in the space of one week, Her Ladyship had shagged two lusty young fellows. Now, she was determined to have not one but two healthy studs at the same time. She spent the early evening luxuriating in a bubble bath and then threw on a white robe over her tingling body. At six, the bell to her suite chimed, and she eagerly let Mario and Paul in.

"Splendid. So nice of you two to visit."

"Grandioso!" exclaimed Mario as he looked about the fine suite.

The frames of the mirrors and paintings were gold-flecked, and the furniture was plush and well-upholstered. As they drank in all the splendour, Lady Penelope accidentally on purpose let the front of her robe open tantalisingly, showing off most of her bosom and belly.

"Will, will there be anything else, Madam?"

Paul put the bags on the ornate table as Penny sat in a chair. She crossed her long legs and pointed at them with a slender index finger.

"Yes. I want the pair of you to strip off, and then you may both ravish me. Madam needs a cock. You have an hour to screw me. Chop-chop!"

The two bemused salesmen looked on wide-eyed as the busty beauty slipped the arms of her robe down her arms and inhaled deeply, thus allowing her boobs to push up unfettered. As she fully expected, it was the broody Paul who responded first. With their eyes glued to each other, he unbuttoned his shirt and revealed a hairy chest. Mario looked at him and shrugged. He shed his shirt too and pulled his pants down around his hips.

"Nice."

Paul had tugged his boxers down and his cock sprang into view. The flesh of his shaft had a darker hue than the rest of him, and he almost looked like he had an African-type appendage. It was quite the sight as his prick stood out from his wiry black tuft. Mario wanked his prick as Her Ladyship rose and beckoned them to follow her to the other room. There, she lay down with open arms and smiled. The older woman had no shame in admitting that the sight and smell of two virile male bodies made her pussy purr. Both Italians approached the bed and their towering masculine physiques made her cup her muff in anticipation of a good shag.

"Boys, I want a damn good shagging and I expect two orgasms. Begin."

Without a word, Paul buried his face in her golden snatch, and his hot breath streamed over her mons. His mouth closed over her larger lips, and then she hissed as his tongue flicked up her gash. He had obviously eaten pussy many times before and as he lapped away she toyed with his black hair.

Mario pushed her hair back from her face and she let his cock enter her mouth. With two stallions pleasuring her at the same time, all of Penny's senses were heightened. Everything was coordinating and she parted her legs wide as the tip of Paul's tongue danced around her clit. He dry-humped the mattress with his formidable weapon and gradually moved up her curvy frame to nudge inside her thighs.

"Oooh!" she cooed as he plunged in.

It was such a thrill having the two of them so excited to be with her. Penny was impressed by Paul's strength and length as he banged into her with driving pelvic strokes. Mario fondled her tits as she licked his cock head, teasing her nipples into hard points. Paul was having a ball as he rotated his hips and went in balls deep. Her pussy juiced up nicely as he raised up on his hands and starts to hump faster.

Just as her cunt was getting tuned to Paul's dick he was out and panting on his back. Her Ladyship let Mario pop out of her mouth and motioned for him to pop inside her muff. He came behind her and took a firm hold on her right tit. As she waited on her hands and knees, he thrust up all the way. His front ground into her backside, and she moved forward as he pushed in.

"Come here."

She crooked her finger at Paul, who came to her front and held up his rod. Penny held it up and pursed her lips around the tip. By now, his prick had swollen out of all proportion, and she made sure to coat his stalk with copious amounts of saliva. The three of them were a marvel of synchronisation as the two Italians sawed in and out of her orifices.

"HO!"

Lady Penelope exploded and climaxed as Mario fiddled with her tiny button, hooking into her engorged labia and strumming like an instrument. She shivered involuntarily for a few moments and then she parted from the pair of them. She pressed Paul onto his back with the palm of her hand. As he swept his hair back, the wanton vixen knelt astride his lower body and duly dropped onto his vertical tool. The angle of penetration meant that he could fill her completely.

"Wonderful!"

Desperate for another orgasm, the filthy rich female concentrated wholly on riding his cock with gusto. As she moved to and fro in his lap, Paul pushed up into her with tremendous lunges. Her huge jugs jiggled madly as they gave in to their lust and bounced on the bed in unison. Paul's power meant that Her Ladyship's body rose up high again and again. His balls met her bum as she heaved herself up and down and banged on the rigid pole. The exquisite piledriving of her pussy was too sweet and as she whipped her hair about as she experienced violent spasms in her pussy as she came for a second time.

"I'm going for a hat trick!" declared the insatiable MILF as she pushed on him faster and faster, gasping with her efforts.

Paul's buff form rocked beneath the middle-aged minx, and her meaty bottom smashed into him like a bowling ball. Again, Her Ladyship could not hold back, and she gushed around his pulsating shaft for a third time. Inside her sopping muff, Paul released his wad, and he held her hips as he drilled into her. Penny sat still with his swollen knob inside her as Mario sprayed her tits with his cum. He pumped and pumped until he was spent, and only then did the curvaceous blonde topple off of Paul.

"It's been a while since I was fucked to three orgasms in quick succession. Magnifico! Off you go now, boys. Thanks for the ride; it's been fun."

The pair of naked Romans shook their heads as the sated blonde turned over and dropped off. Her cunt had been filled with cock. Her world was full of cock. That was all she wanted. That was all she could think of. She relished what might come as she decided to stop off at the island of Malta next.

x

It was merely a two-hour flight from Nice to Malta, where Her Ladyship had decided to visit next. With southern Italy and northern Africa as neighbours, Malta is a small European island with numerous beaches, diving sites, and ancient attractions. Its coast is shaped by secluded coves, a mix of rocky and sandy stretches, and harbours lined with bobbing boats.

In 1800, Malta voluntarily became part of the British Empire as a protectorate. Although initially, the island was not given much importance, its excellent harbours became a prized asset for the British, especially after the opening of the Suez Canal in 1869. The island became a military and naval fortress, the headquarters of the British Mediterranean fleet. The amicable people of the island fought tooth and nail against the Nazis during the war and were granted the George Cross by the King of England for their heroism.

Lady Penelope had booked one of the best suites in the Rosselli AX Privilege, a 5-star luxury hotel set within a historic palazzo in the heart of Valletta. The room had a contemporary classical style combining bold aesthetics, mood lighting, and a touch of romantic flair. Despite their best efforts, the hotel wasn't close to Her Ladyship's expectations, and her mood dipped as a result. The amorous MILF needed some cheering up in the only way she knew best. In the company of a virile male.

Although Malta had become independent in 1979, and the last British Forces finally left the island, there still remained several soldiers in the old Pembroke Garrison. There, one can find a dispersed collection of former British Army barracks built in the vicinity of Fort Pembroke.

After an unsatisfactory supper and a fitful night, the slightly miffed aristocrat awoke and went out onto her balcony. Below was not much more than a bare patch of ground with a token of grass. The bleached white buildings stretched as far as the eye could see, and the view was utterly boring. No green hills, trees, or vegetation, just a vast flat land. To her right, she focused on the army barracks, sitting by the sparkling sea. That would be her destination that evening. She planned to curtail in Malta there and then and promised herself to choose two soldiers to share her bed with, one for each night.

x

Her Ladyship located a busy bar close to the barracks. Suitably named The Soldiers' Paradise, it seemed lively and unique with lots of pictures on the walls of the City's heritage. It was a humid night, even at nine in the evening, and the elegant gentlewoman tried to stay cool in her strapless puffball mini skirt with the deep neckline and shoulder-baring look. The fitted waistline accentuated her curves, especially her very large bust. She chose to style it with strappy sandals with flat heels.

"Enjoy," said the barman in good English, handing the glowing blonde an ice-cold Cisk lager.

The atmosphere was lively, and the bar was crowded with mostly loud and drunk troops full of high spirits. Music blared out, and as she mingled, she reacted to her bottom getting pinched at every opportunity. In other circumstances, the classy woman would bristle, but not here and now. A pervading smell of beer and sweat filled her nostrils, and a curious addition of baked beans!

In all the commotion, her beady eye singled out one fine specimen of a soldier who looked no more than nineteen. He seemed to be shy and retiring with those boy-next-door looks and a fit body. To escape the mini-riot downstairs, Lady Penelope made her way to the balcony perched above a crowded street full of bars.

"Are you English?" asked a stiff-backed officer in a matching stiff uniform.

"Yes, I am. Penny."

"Captain Mark Fellows at your disposal."

He was well-spoken and groomed, and he took her hand in his. Penny looked him over, and although he probably didn't know it, he exuded an air of conceit that might have matched the one Lady Penelope gave forth on most occasions. Even so, she thought him to be quite handsome and appealing in his military outfit.

"Mind if I join you?"

"No. Please do."

"You have quite an educated voice. Are you classically taught?"

"You might say that. You sound well-versed, too."

"Runs in the family. My father and grandfather both served, and I've spent ten years in service."

"Crikey. Married?"

"Divorced. You?"

"Widowed. Bloody Covid."

"Dashed nuisance that was. I say you're the brightest vision we've had set foot in this place in yonks. You're rather fetching."

"Thank you."

"I think you're smashing in fact, and to be perfectly blunt, your tits are amazing."

Flattery will get you everywhere, but apart from settling on a bit of rough, not something she was adverse to, this chap looked to be shaggable. His confidence and authority suggested that he was packing something very desirable in his pants. Only one way to find out.

"Are you staying long?"

Here was the nailer. She told him quite frankly where she was staying.

"I'll be here for two nights only. Would you care to join me for dinner at my hotel tomorrow evening? You'll be more than welcome."

Fellows blinked hard as he found himself leering down the front of her dress and staring at her ample cleavage. She hadn't needed to spell it out.

"Rather. About eight?"

"It's a date. I'm staying at the Roselli."

"What a ghastly dump. Until then."

Left alone to muse, Lady Penelope turned to leave and bumped into the shy boy she had seen earlier. His drink splashed her dress and she yelped at the cold lager splashing on her tits.

"Sorry, lady. I wasn't looking where I was going."

"I'm all wet. Look."

Penny deliberately pulled out the neck of her dress and let the tall soldier stare at her braless tits.

"I don't want to walk the streets of Valetta like this. I'm smelling of beer."

The alarmed young chap ran a hand through his hair as his mind raced.

"Look, I have an apartment just around the corner. You would be welcome to freshen up there."

"Alright. Agreed. Lead on."

Her Ladyship had snared an officer, and it stood to reason to snag a chap from the ranks.

x

Once inside the smallish rooms, Tommy showed her the bathroom where Her Ladyship stripped off and showered. She made the poor man wait for thirty minutes and then yelled through the closed door.

"Tommy! Be a dear and fetch me another towel."

As he rushed to the bathroom, Lady Penelope emerged. Stark bollock naked! To the nineteen-year-old, the middle-aged female was stunning. Her creamy breasts were two luscious globes of quivering hot flesh, and the V of her mound of Venus nestled between plump thighs. Disregarding her state of undress, she spread her hands and told him how it was.

"You've been so kind to me. Let me repay you in my special way."

Penny hugged him to her and his hands automatically came up to massage and knead her enormous boobs. They kissed passionately as she welcomed his warm hands pawing her tits. Her right leg thrust forward, and she brushed her thigh against his big bulge.

"Why don't you get out of that uncomfortable-looking uniform?"

She watched intently as Tommy pulled off his boots and then unbuttoned his shirt. Penny's breathing quickened as she pointed to his groin.

"Trousers."

In a trance, Tommy popped his pants, and his underwear dropped. Her eyes popped as his twitching erection shaft came into view. What a beauty! All of eight inches at least with an ivory shaft and one big blue vein running up one side.

"Well, hello!"

His lean body was a dream, all hairless and smooth, with a narrow waist and hips.

As he stepped forward he held the cock in his hand and stroked it. It seemed to jump like a pouncing beast toward her. He stood there in muted silence as she glared at her with lecherous eyes.

"I think I need to lie down."

"Bedrooms this way," he stammered.

Tommy watched her two buttocks roll as he followed her to his modest pit. Penny got on the bed and was pleasantly surprised when she felt the pressure of his bulk on top of her.

"Easy, tiger."

"I think you're beautiful," he blurted as his mouth ran all over her boobs, throat, belly, and flanks.

Tommy cupped her resplendent tits and licked her stiff nipples until they were raw. Leaving her upper body soaked in spit, the eager lamb moved down her undulating body and parted her legs to leer at her fair-pubed snatch.

"Eat me," she told him.

He tried his best as he dove into her golden tuft and slobbered and drooled until her inner thighs were drenched. When he surfaced, Her Ladyship smiled and stroked his short hair. He was perhaps too inexperienced to know too much about oral sex as his breath came in fast, urgent rasps.

"You're such a sweetie. Fuck me now."

The insatiable vixen held his rod and guided it to her muff.

"Mmm, it's so big and stiff."

She gasped when he thrust in with a huge lunge and sheathed her on his generous length. He froze for a second and remained buried inside her. Lady Penelope squeezed his buttocks and pulled him into her, and he shook his head and started to rise and fall on her. Once he grew accustomed to her pussy he swayed in a rhythmic rut.

Penny lifted her legs and hooked them around his upper thighs as he shunted into her. He was spellbound by her curvy frame as he bucked like a wild stallion and pumped her with some force. Her hand drifted between their smacking bodies and she matched his strokes with her fingers upon her clit. He speeded up the rate of his plunges, and Penny gripped his biceps as he seemingly raced to the finish line.

"Hold your horses, soldier. I want more of this."

Tommy eased up, and Her Ladyship slipped out from under him and assumed the doggy position.

"Can you do it like this? Yikes!"

He sure could, as his sweaty groin smashed into her folded backside. He caressed her arched back and the plump roundness of her cheeks and nudged in. As he pushed in, so she pushed herself onto him. They fucked fast and furious and the single bed creaked and shook violently. Delicious waves of pleasure coursed through the grateful MILF and the heavens opened as she reached under herself and frigged her clit to orgasm. Tommy was down to his vinegar strokes and with one last enormous lunge, he began to gush inside her clenching cunt.

"Lovely. Good show. At ease, soldier."

Tommy fell by her side, and they curled up together like two babes in the wood. It was a rare occurrence for Lady Penelope to stay over with a relatively strange man, but Tommy was so innocent it felt fine. When she woke and showered, she left him fast asleep in his bunk.

x

The hotel had a rooftop diner that looked down onto Valletta's Merchant Street.

According to the manager, this was a haven for cocktail enthusiasts, wine lovers, and gin aficionados alike. Her Ladyship had spent the afternoon shopping and had picked a take on the classic little black dress. The stylish garment had a boat neckline, fitted silhouette, and slit elbow-length sleeves trimmed in pearl beading. Crafted from crepe fabric with some stretch, a zip-back closure was all that was needed to remove the dress from the amorous noblewoman's sought-after body.

Captain Fellows arrived right on the stroke of eight or was that twenty hundred hours- dressed in a hideous green suit. He took one look at the grand woman and bowed slightly.

"You scrub up well. Nice frock. Shall we?"

The imposing aristocratic Lady almost snarled at his flippant remark and wondered how he would react if he knew how fabulously wealthy she really was.

"Yes, let's. I'm in the mood for some raw meat."

Penny raised a brow and smirked at the Captain's face.

They started with mussels and passion fruit, and for their main, they went with rare roast beef, mushrooms, and pickled tomatoes. And to drink, Fellows suggested the Maltese spritz.

"Bloody boring island, let me tell you. I'd rather be serving in bloody Gibraltar than here. Still, bottoms up, what?"

Hopefully, she mused. Talking of being bored, the Captain was as shallow as the school swimming pool, and as he twittered on, she decided that her first impression of him had been accurate.

"Anyway, you're off tomorrow, eh? Anywhere nice?"

"I'm off to the Canaries."

"Really? Have you won the bloody lottery? Never been there myself." He leaned over the table and made his pitch. "To put it in basic English, I suppose a shag is out of the question?"

"On the contrary. Of course not."

Despite her reservations, Her Ladyship still found the chap immensely fuckable, and as they made their way to her room, the horny minx felt a thrill of excitement. In their haste, Fellows backed Penny up to the door and pushed her hair from her face. His tongue nearly slid down the back of her throat as he kissed her hard on the mouth.

"You have me hot and bothered, you saucy mare."

His hands reached behind her, and he fumbled with the zipper. Penny let the dress drift to her heels, and Mark's left hand strayed between her parted thighs. She toyed with his hair as he fingered her quim.

"You appear to be hot and bothered as well."

As she pulled him close to her, she tilted her head slightly, and he brought his mouth down to the succulent flesh where her neck and shoulder met. He kissed and bit her in his increasing ardour, all the while frigging her pussy. Mark then followed his nose and buried his face in her deep cleavage. He flicked out at her hard nipples, and Penny huffed in delight from the attention.

"Captain. Attention. Stand by the bed."

Fellows didn't need to be told twice and ripped his clothing off posthaste. Her Ladyship watched him as she sank onto her bed in the buff. As he got out of his underwear his cock sprang free and rampant as soon as it was released. He was well-made, firm and erect, and of a decent size. He held his shaft firmly in his fist

as he joined her on the bed.

"Brace yourself, you fruity trollop."

His dick grazed the inner sides of her thighs and his flared crown nudged her hotspot.

"What, no foreplay?"

"Just you wait."

Penny exhaled deeply as he penetrated her with a flourish. He hammered away merrily, and she writhed beneath. Her hands caressed his shoulders as he drove home again and again. His dick pulsated inside her as he kicked his legs back and stoked her fire.

He managed somehow to rise right over her as he began pounding her into the mattress hard. Penny saw an animalistic lust burning in his eyes and she moaned as he fucked her the way a man should. His thrusts became even faster, and the walls of her pussy stretched full out. The fifty-three-year-old MILF had that capacity for multiple orgasms, and the Captain's relentless pounding easily brought her off.

Sensing how close to orgasm he was, he squeezed the root of his shaft firmly until he had calmed down. Fellows stopped moving and kissed and licked her heaving boobs as he regained his composure.

"Ready, old thing?"

Moving quicksilver fast, Mark resumed hostilities and recommenced firing. Penny was aware that some virile men could recover quickly, and this one was certainly one of those. Her Ladyship embraced the fullness of his penetration again, and she wrapped her legs around his thighs, pulling him in even more.

"That's it, just like that. You feel so good inside me, oh fuck!"

He would be able to join him in his coming ecstasy. His wanton passion was every bit as exciting to her as the hard fucking she was getting. She was about to cum again and she threw her head back and her breathing came in heavy breaths. His hips gyrated against her, and with a high-pitched squeak, her second orgasm exploded within her. Her body convulsed as Fellows buried his pulsing cock inside her and she greased his rod.

The officer rolled off onto his back next to her, and Penny curled up next to him with her head on his shoulder and slid one leg over his left hip. He slipped his arm around her back and dragged her on top of his perspiring frame. She felt his chest on her tits as he fed her his still-primed prick. He flexed his pelvis upward and speared her cunt on his pole.

"Oh my God, yes!"

Lady Penelope was amazed at what he was doing to her. His arms closed around her and he humped her up and down effortlessly. She was no lightweight, and at five feet ten with a stupendous rack, he managed to heave her up and down was downright impressive. Penny couldn't quite make this one out. By now, most men would have erupted, yet on he went. The bastard was going to fuck her to death!

"Going to... going to..."

"Now?"

"Fuck, no!"

Penny was turned around on her hands and knees and Fellows moved up behind her and she reached between her legs, guiding him to the entrance of her well fucked cunt. He pushed into her, took hold of her hips, and began crashing into her. Her Ladyship hung in there despite feeling her thighs ache from the strain of staying in position. The Captain pulled her hair and dragged her tresses back in his fists.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

For Lady Penelope, the mixture of pleasure and his arrogance made her night. Before she knew it, her third orgasm was upon her. She tried to buck against him, but his grip on her hair and his hips banging away at her backside held her in place. How he did it, she never knew, but the energy bunny hooked her arms under her legs and rolled her so that she landed flat on her back, with her heels up by her head.

Fellows wiped his brow, swung his hips, and gave her the full length of his raw cock. Penny's eyes rolled back, and her rack bounced like her life depended on it.

He rolled and twisted his pelvis in his inflamed passions and folded his body over hers. Penny was dizzy and dry-mouthed at this point. Her pussy sated, and her energy sapped.

"Here I go!"

The Captain did have a limit after all as he finally unleashed a massive load into her with such force that his jizz leaked out of her like a torrent. He panted and waited an excruciating full minute before he freed himself from her pussy. He collapsed back against the headboard, and Penny cupped her gaping muff, slightly concerned that it might never close up properly ever again.

"Well. Must dash and all that. It's been jolly good fun. Thanks for the chow. And the dessert!"

The bastard laughed at his own joke and left a weary and grubby noblewoman wondering what on earth had hit her.

End of part one.

Next time, Her Ladyship hits the Canaries.