Lady Penelope Joins The Jet Set-3

When asked what her guilty pleasures are, the very noble and well-spoken Lady Penelope replied, "My pleasures cannot be guilty, although they most certainly are filthy." Like a true hedonist, Her Ladyship is committed to the pleasures of the flesh, living each day with no regrets, and getting as much fun and as many orgasms with each waking day.

With her positive attitude and a good eye for a well-hung youth, the well upholstered MILF is constantly the centre of attention no matter where she is. The elegant and stinking rich blonde beauty isn't as unattainable as one might think. She's got one hell of a penchant for fucking strangers, and a mean exhibitionist streak, that's wetted a great many pairs of knickers.

After many long discussions with her closest friend, Lady Penelope took Baroness Priya's advice and visited India. With its opulent palace-forts, marble monuments inlaid with precious stones, and temples carved by the finest artisans, Rajasthan was her destination. Favoured by the jet set, this regal heritage was the place to go to in India. The enduring cultural legacy of the wealthy Mughal Empire is reflected in the luxury type of hotel one will find there.

Rajasthan's vivid culture includes exquisite culinary delights, majestic palaces, and grand forts. Her Ladyship had been given but one choice of place to stay, and that was The Leela Palace. Priya had gushed about the hotel with all its glitz, glamour, and luxury of a palatial complex, set on the lakeside overlooking the Lake Palace. One still arrives by boat, and on arrival, one is showered with rose petals at the reception. Ornamental gardens, lily ponds, and a huge swimming pool run along the waterside, and the spa has its incense-filled temple. In the evening, thousands of candles are lit, sitars play, and the Taj Lake Palace shimmers in the background.

The thrilled aristocrat was shown to her suite facing the lake, providing a view across Lake Pichola to the Aravalli Hills beyond. The spacious room was beautifully finished to a high standard and dressed with sumptuous furnishings, offering a modern feel but with a traditional Mewari twist. The bathroom was also spacious, with a large tub ideal for a soak after a long day of sightseeing. There was a dining room, a living room, and a study, as well as a private plunge pool on the balcony. The suite had a four-poster bed and private Jacuzzi, which Her Ladyship planned to use every day of her week's stay.

As she settled in her indulgent suite, she saw a card inviting her to attend a function in the very same establishment the next evening. 'Elevating Women in Leadership' read the card. 'Join us for insights and networking with women on the rise. Share our experiences and explorations in transforming corporate life. Don't miss this opportunity to learn from top female executives and build meaningful connections. Interested in sponsoring? Contact us at 'womenontherise.'

It didn't sound like the most exciting party, and she must have been invited to cough up funds like this was a charity fundraiser. Still, it might be a chance to sample some Indian dishes for the price of a ticket, and she decided to go. Besides that, there might be an opportunity to sample some other types of Indian dishes. Namely, the men!

x

The traditional dining room had been redressed for the function with the addition of a large balcony, which offered an alfresco option of culinary treats with the dreamy view of the lake. That same day saw she go shopping for a suitable outfit. The wealthy socialite looked stunning in her floor-length embroidered blue silk Lehenga with a daring net blouse that featured a V neckline. It was the perfect blend of Indian tradition and current trend, designed to turn heads at every celebration.

It was unlikely that Lady Penelope would know anyone, and she smiled demurely at the other guests as she nursed a Tamarind Margarita. Everyone was well dressed for the evening, and yet she still got all the looks with her golden tresses and full bosom. She meandered casually towards the balcony, whilst checking the other crowd for anyone who looked interesting or familiar. The air was warm and sticky as the sun was setting over the vast expanse of the lake.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," a female voice addressed the party from the stage inside the main room. "Welcome to our first-ever fundraiser and awareness meeting of the Women on the Rise cause. Please indulge yourselves in our hospitality, and we will discuss more important matters later."

Penny studied the treats laid out on long tables and found herself unable to identify any of the food on offer. She was unaware of two figures sidling up to her from behind.

"Dose are called Khandvi, made with flour and chickpeas, flavoured with mustard seeds, green chillies, shredded coconut, and fresh coriander. This is Chilli Mogo, which is pieces of cassava, sautéed with red chili powder and drizzled with fresh lemon. Or perhaps Her Ladyship might prefer some mini Spring Rolls, stir-fried shredded vegetables wrapped in a golden filo pastry."

Taken aback by the unexpected familiarity, Lady Penelope turned to see a distinguished fellow with greying temples and a trim build under his green pyjama suit.

"Goodness me! If it isn't the Marquis Bart Van De Behr. What are you doing in India?"

"Probably the same as you. May I introduce my wife, Marchioness Hannah Van De Behr?"

Penny eyed up the smiling woman on the man's arm in the purple saree. Her huge and enhanced boobs thrust out from the silk garment like two globes just begging to be stuffed with a big cock. The girl looked to be in her twenties, and she had her black hair cut short in a bob. Her tan gave her body an exotic look that warranted the hard stares from most of the male guests in the vicinity. The cheeky sod was not only titled, but married to a young raver as well.

"So, you are THE Lady Penelope. Charmed, I'm sure. Innit!"

The second the girl spoke in her common accent, it was plain to hear that not only was Hannah not Dutch but that she hailed from East London.

"Oh? Bart mentioned you to me?"

"Not 'arf! He tells me everything, don't you, babes? We ain't got no secrets or nothing neither."

Penny visibly winced at the hideous noise the girl made and turned her attention to the Marquis. Odd to think that the charming and courteous fellow would be accompanied by this ill mannered bitch. She must be outstanding in bed.

"Just going to powder my nose. Shan't be long."

The minute Hannah excused herself, Bart made polite conversation and slowly moved closer to Her Ladyship until his body touched hers. His hand dropped onto her back casually, and this simple gesture made the busty blonde quite excited. She cast her mind back to that first introduction in Amsterdam and resolved to make up for the lost opportunity and jump his bones. The cosier he got, the more aroused he made the insatiable gentlewoman. Her pussy was aching to be touched, and she yearned to suck his cock. Despite Hannah. Or was that TO spite Hannah?

"Always the naughty one, aren't you?"

"Naughty, but nice," Bart countered.

"How did you meet Hannah?" she asked as her hand moved to his backside.

"I met her in Paris. She was entertaining at the Penthouse Strip Club. We clicked, and I discovered she had some delightful hidden talents."

"You and your clubs. What exactly is she capable of?"

Bart rubbed the side of his nose, and Penny rubbed his nether cheeks.

"Would you like to find out?"

Her Ladyship saw Hannah tottering toward them in her high-heeled sandals and nodded.

"Why not? I always say three is better than two."

The short-haired bimbo looked at Bart and lifted her chin haughtily.

"Is she in?"

"Ja."

"Good, I'm going to enjoy this."

Lady Penelope bristled slightly at the ominous tone in the girl's voice and wondered what she might be letting herself in for.

x

The three of them left the sumptuous interior of the hotel, and Bart summoned a cab. They took off in the humid air and drove through a much poorer district consisting of lots of narrow streets teeming with local people. They arrived at a modest-looking row of houses and Hannah unlocked the door of a two-up and two-down maisonette. By this time, it was dark, and the lighting inside was low. The sparse furniture was made of cane and looked workmanlike compared to what Her Ladyship had expected.

"Just going to change, babes."

Hannah excused herself, and Bart poured out two glasses of Cobra lager straight from the fridge. They sat opposite each other, and the Marquis explained all.

"In all my years visiting professional brothels and sex clubs, it was dear Hannah who gave me the most explosive, mind-shattering orgasm I ever experienced. And she was only twenty! She had just left the University of London and had concluded that she could make lots of money by selling her body. Once she had blown her stash on a boob job, she crossed the Channel to France and later Holland. Hannah became quickly aware of the S/M scene and correctly surmised that playing at a mistress would earn her more than any strip routine she was performing."

Penny welcomed the slow-moving ceiling fan cooling the room as Bart continued his story.

"I'm not into pain, by the by, it's just the notion that she might inflict a certain amount of humiliation or denial. At my age, I need a bit more entertainment, shall we say. Most of the time, Hannah lets my vivid imagination take over as she teases me or ties me up. It's great fun."

Lady Penelope had an image of the man struggling against his bonds as the cool bitch sucked him off or chastised him with a riding crop.

"Oh, before we go any further, we would like to have you strip off."

Penny sat up in her seat and then shrugged. She stood up and let the exquisite silk garments slip from her top-heavy form. Bart stared at her naked body and stood. The fifty-four year old was quite tall, with spectacular boobs, long toned legs and her tantalising golden bush barely hid her prominent mound of Venus. As Bart also undressed, he pointed to the table.

"We would be delighted if you were to put those on."

Penny padded naked to the table and looked at the odd selection. She turned to the Marquis, who was now nude with his erection gripped in one fist. His body was hard and sinewy and bereft of any hair. The blonde pulled on the offered, elbow-length black satin gloves and then squeezed herself into the figure-hugging black corset. It had a rigid half-bra that meant her hefty tits were sat upon a high shelf. Her pebbled nipples were deliciously stiff and almost ached with anticipation. The hem rested on her wide hips so that her muff was uncovered. The choice of garment was excellent, she thought, and the result showed off her astonishing figure superbly.

"Not every subject has to be tortured or tormented," he said as he took her gloved hand in his. "The subject may reach orgasm when stimulated to his or her tolerated extreme. Hannah aims to assist the subject to reach a climax by subjecting him or her to such an extent."

They entered the room that housed solely the one big bed. Hannah was now shorn of her saree and was donned in a black rubber jacket which was undone to display her silicone enhanced tits. Her face was meticulously made up with dark eye shadow and red-painted lips. She wore long dangling diamond earrings that underscored her short hair. She had on a pair of elbow-length rubber gloves, rubber pants with an open crotch, and a pair of thigh-high black boots. Spiked wrist bands and a matching spiked collar complemented her look with intent.

"About bloody time! What have you been doing? We ain't got all night. Get on the bed, you posh cunt!"

Lady Penelope looked at Bart, who nodded back, and Her Ladyship obeyed. As soon as she was on her back, Hannah had looped a silk scarf around her left ankle. Her leg was pulled wide and taut and secured to the lower bedpost. Her right leg was rudely stretched out, and her other ankle was also tied off. Bart restrained her hands by cuffing her wrists and fastening them above her head. The half-naked, blonde aristocrat was now spread-eagled face up on the bed.

"You see, my dear Lady Penelope. We find that dressing for the part is essential." Bart had donned a rubber suit with a high collar and with the crotch cut out. "I had this especially made for me in Amsterdam."

Penny watched his grinning young spouse tied off a cock harness made to his measurements. It appeared to be an arrangement of black bands looped and buckled around his shaft and balls. One wide strap buckled behind his balls, and a second thinner strap ran between those taut plums, separating them and making them tighter.

"By the time he's all hot and bothered, Bart will be like a wild stallion, pulsing and throbbing so hard that he will go off like a bomb."

His rampant boner stuck up and out of the hole in his groin in an almost comical fashion, thought the bemused blonde.

"Most of us with a leaning toward the bizarre find this type of thing so suggestively erotic that one may derive sexual pleasure from the mere act of dressing up. Hannah and I find that just being naked is boring and unimaginative, whereas the simple act of wearing a little something at the same time exposing the curve of a leg, or a bared buttock or breast implies stimuli rather than forcing it down your throat."

"Are you going to hurt me?" wondered the bound blonde.

"Not so much as hurt, more like teasing. We're going to have so much fun with you, you stuck-up tart."

Penny was acutely aware that her cunt was exposed and vulnerable to any chosen ordeals. The pair of lecherous devils leered at her pouting pussy and already the trussed up blonde could feel her moistness gather in her delicate cleft.

She was helpless, a slave now to their every wish they so chose to mete out. She tried to struggle free at first, but she knew it was impossible to break free from those cuffs. All of a sudden, the common mare sat on Lady Penelope's face and began to bounce up and down, giggling. Hannah's bare snatch was slick and slippery as she swiped along Penny's lips, and the tied aristocrat could only offer her mouth and tongue as her breath came in short, sharp gasps.

"That's the way, bitch! Stick your tongue into my wet pussy!"

Penny did what she was told and pushed deep into Hannah's quim. The London born dominatrix moaned loudly as her cunt and clit were stimulated nicely. Her lower body began to tingle madly as she moved her hips back and forth rapidly. She let out a gasp of relief and eased off.

"Ah, fucking good start. You licked my pussy brilliantly. Allow me to reciprocate."

With her legs bound wide apart, there was no way of resisting. Hannah was also brilliant at oral sex and her darting tongue parted the lips of Her Ladyship's pussy and the older woman squirmed and shook with precious spasms of delight. As she lapped greedily of Penny's warm and wet muff, Bart came behind his young spouse and let his dick slip inside her.

As she was fucked with long and hard thrusts so Hannah repeatedly tongued Lady Penelope's gash. Both dominatrix and dominated groaned ecstatically, and the Marquis grinned in joy. Hannah moved to Penny's clit and covered it with her wide open mouth. She amazed the MILF by not using her tongue once, just inhaling and blowing puffs of warm air on her tiny nub.

"My stars! What ARE you doing?"

The insane sensuousness was strange but effective. The suction titillated her clit and after a full two minutes of this, the body of the MILF was coated in a sheen of sweat. She longed to wrap her thighs around the Domme, but her legs remained steadfastly wrenched apart. Hannah brought her to orgasm, and slowly she and Bart detached.

"Right. Up we go."

Marquis and Marchioness untied the ankle scarves and rudely bent Penny's legs backward over her head, where her ankles were then encircled by two sets of cuffs and tethered to the headboard. The MILF felt her arm and leg muscles become taut and her nether cheeks very nearly left the mattress.

"Look at that," cried Hannah at the sight of the wealthy socialite in her reverse hog-tied state.

Her Ladyship's toes pointed to the ceiling and her cunt and rump were presented perfectly for more jolly japes. Hannah wielded a riding crop, which she used to spank Lady Penelope's bum with. The thin whip whistled through the air and hit her nates with loud cracks. Penny howled pitifully as blow after blow rained down on her cheeks and inner thighs. Bart watched intently as he jerked off and drank in the scene. The constrained blonde hissed in a mixture of sharp pain and indescribable pleasure. The crop made contact relentlessly, and Penny came not once but twice in as many minutes.

"Isn't it wonderful? How the heat of your burning bottom ignites that fire in your pussy?"

It was. With every stroke, the usually regal and elegant gentlewoman felt her sexual arousal increase tenfold. Lady Penelope was no stranger to bondage and spanking, and as before, she reached a peak of sexual gratification, so different from the usual rough and tumble.

"Let's fuck her!"

Bart helped his wife into a harness, which he tied off with straps about her waist and upper thighs. She shed her jacket and wagged the lubed-up seven-inch dildo held in the front attachment. With that, she knelt on the bed between Penny's held-up pins and pushed with a pelvic thrust. The tapered head of the fake dick parted the blonde's folds easily and the slick shaft followed with no bother. Penny gasped as a spark of surprise shot through her body. Hannah was about half way in the MILF'S pussy and paused for effect.

"How's that feel, cunt? Is it nice, cunt?"

Her Ladyship bit her lip as the sex toy was pushed in further, ever so slightly, causing Penny to leak profusely. The cocky mare grinned inanely as she started to fuck the wealthy aristocrat with assured strokes. Hannah moved her hands over Penny's huge jugs and rolled her nipples with her fingers encased in her rubber gloves, which meant for a very unusual sensation. The short haired bitch then slid her hands under Penny's rump and cupped her bum as she shunted back and forth.

"The cunt is about ready now, lover."

Bart held his cock in a clammy fist and watched Hannah retreat. He lined up the swollen head of his dick with the entrance to Lady Penelope's gaping cunt hole and entered her with a grunt and a sigh. The switch from a latex cock to one of flesh and engorged blood was mind-blowing. The distinguished Dutchman began to fuck Lady Penelope with steady and sure strokes and his rubber suit squeaked and slid up and down her front in an almost obscene manner. Unbeknownst to Her Ladyship, the devious Hannah was making herself busy.

"Do you enjoy anal sex, my dear?" asked the Marquis as he slipped out of Penny.

"I do."

Bart kneaded her bottom, which remained clear of the bed and hung suspended above the mattress. Hannah moved in closer and coated Penny's anus and poop chute with a generous amount of sticky lubrication. She then smeared the stuff along his entire length, and once he was satisfied, Bart squeezed his helmet into Lady Penelope's tight sphincter. He closed his eyes in concentration as he fucked her rear passage. Hannah stared right at them and smiled at the erotic sight of his big cock sliding in and out of the snooty slut.

"It's so tight!" whimpered Penny as her ridiculous position gave him a shallow channel.

He must have been highly aroused by all that was occurring, and in a trice, he ejaculated and drove deep into her rectum as his cock spasmed and sent a thick stream of hot cum into her bum hole. He twitched and kept on spurting inside the buxom blonde. With his cock buried inside her, his cum truckled out in a lewd drip that eventually met the sheet. Quick off the mark, Hannah pulled his dick to her mouth and licked him clean. Penny looked at them, smiling at each other, and wondered if they had forgotten about her. But the Marquis released the MILF and she rubbed her cramped calves and upper arms.

"Perhaps we might meet again, My Lady?"

"Well. After the last few weeks, I've discovered that it's a very small world. So, who knows?"

x

Her Ladyship was proven correct when just two days later, Hannah called to invite her to what she termed the best massage in the world. Intrigued by the notion, Penny readily agreed, and the next day Hannah arrived at the hotel in a taxi.

"No hard feelings, My Lady. Bart and I figured that because you were such a good sport, you should be pampered and give your well humped body some respite."

"Thank you. Where exactly are we going?"

The cab swept along tree-lined roads punctuated by sleepy villages before finally arriving at the Shreyas Yoga Retreat. As the ladies stepped out of the car, they saw garlands of jasmine, rose, and marigold hanging over the entrance.

"I found this place only recently. You can enjoy mind-and-body treatments, which work alongside a relaxed yoga schedule. The masseuse are wonderful and their muscle-melting and skin-softening scrubs are to die for."

They passed the lush greenery of palms and aromatic fig trees, and Penny liked the look of the infinity pool lined with sun beds in the main courtyard, as Penny was taken further inside.

"We'll have a masseuse each, and we'll have a full body massage."

They entered a changing room where they got out of their clothing and donned soft bath robes. Penny followed Hannah to the main room, which smelled of jasmine incense sticks. Two Indian girls stood side by side with robes over their young bodies.

"This is Rya and Nyra."

Both of them bowed and then shed their robes. Lady Penelope thought they each looked adorable in the buff. Rya was quite tall with a body that was toned and lightly muscular. Yet still feminine with curves in all the right places. The Indian beauty had a firm and rounded bum and robust thighs. She had a tuft of black pubic hair atop her vulva, which looked to be newly shaved. Nyra was similar with evident six-pack abs and full breasts. This one reached out with her hand to the two massage tables covered with white towels. She spoke, and Hannah told Penny to take their robes off and lie down.

The curvy blonde lay on her front as the girls rubbed sweet-smelling oils into the palms of their hands. Her Ladyship thought she could smell chamomile and lavender, some deposited on her back and rear end. Nyra placed her hands on her back and started to spread the oil out over her shoulders and spine. What followed was a sensual massage with just fingertips along her flanks down to her rump. The atmosphere was soothing, and Penny moved her legs spread slightly apart to display her dampness.

"Oh, my gosh!"

Lady Penelope bristled when the tacky frame of Nyra clambered on top of her and proceeded to glide to and fro on her back. The girl felt slippery as her belly and tits pressed into her. Nyra also managed to widen the older woman's legs with hers so that she could meld her cunt to Penny's nether regions. Meanwhile, Hannah was on her back as Rya squeezed the short haired girl's tits and thumbed her hard nipples. She then moved lower and started to finger her cunt hole as she flicked her clit with her tongue. The Londoner purred and raised her hips, craving more oral stimulation. Her Ladyship also arched her back to push against the young Indian masseuse, who rolled her hips in kind. The wet, wet sound of their bodies slapping together was highly erotic.

The girl rose and motioned for Lady Penelope to turn over. She poured more oil into her hands and massaged the stuff into the blonde's feet and calves. Gradually, the naked and glistening girl reached the tops of her thighs, concentrating on kneading the flesh of her smooth skin and inhaling the heat that was radiated from the tingling cunt of the MILF. On the odd occasion, Rya used the tops of her hands to brush Penny's outer labia, and the sensation she received was acute.

"She's driving me insane!"

"That's the whole point, My Lady," said a smug Hannah.

"If I don't get licked out, I might very well scream until I am sick!"

Hannah jumped up and whispered to the girls.

"Alright. Your wish is granted."

All three then gathered around the busty blonde and together they attacked her muff, sucking and lapping her pussy and inner thighs and depositing copious amounts of spit. The pressure of three animated faces in her loins made Her Ladyship perspire from every pore in her body, and inevitably, she climaxed in a veritable flood of orgasmic juices. Hannah and the wealthy socialite relaxed in the pool soon after and reflected on a fine day. They went their separate ways, and Penny returned to her luxury suite and slept soundly.

x

The Leela Palace had superb air conditioning, and after three days of heat and humidity, Lady Penelope stayed inside the whole day. She had recovered sufficiently from her ordeal with the Marquis, and she was up for some more fun and games. The elegantly attired socialite sat by herself in one of the dining rooms and was pleasantly surprised to see what looked like the cabin crew of a British Airways flight. They completely changed from the other guests in their navy blue uniforms. All four handsome-looking fellows were impeccably dressed in three-piece suits with slim trousers.

Having just heard from her trusted butler and general home help, Parsons, that the work on her Estate was completed, Her Ladyship decided it was time to cease her jet-setting ways and return home. But not without bidding farewell to India with one final big bang. And who better than four virile-looking members of a flight crew?

The voluptuous blonde vixen pouted and preened at her table and smiled to herself as the chaps openly admired her charm and looks. The tall lady wore a short red cocktail dress that showed off her shapely legs and incredibly large breasts and made her impossible to ignore. Her long golden hair framed her face, and she pursed her plump red lips in an open invitation. It was the one who looked the oldest who made the first move, and he sidled up to her table and stood beside her seat.

"I'm most frightfully sorry to intrude, but the chaps and I were wondering if you were Lady Penelope."

Penny looked at him with a pretence of disinterest and waved her hand.

"Indeed. It is I. Do we know each other?"

She judged that he must be about fifty but was still in good physical shape. He had an affectionate smile and thick grey hair.

"We have met formally when I attended one of your splendid functions at your Manor. No doubt you don't remember."

Without a word, she stood up and walked over to where the crew sat. One of the younger flight attendants drew up a chair for her as she surveyed the group.

"Well, I'm Captain Frank," announced the greying pilot as he ordered more drinks. "This one is my co-pilot, Chris. Next to him, we have our First Officer, Declan. And that young imp at the end is Gordon."

Lady Penelope nodded to all and looked at Gordon, who blushed bright red.

"You all look so hot in those uniforms. Do you fly to India often?"

"This is my main route these days," Frank confirmed. "Although it's all pretty new to Gordon. He's the baby of our crew."

The renowned noblewoman stared at the ginger-haired rookie and wondered if his balls had dropped yet. Frank did most of the talking as Her Ladyship mentally undressed them all. Yes, what better group of men would rival this team in her bed?

"Look, gentlemen," she said with a flourish of her hand. "I have a bottle of Dom Perignon chilling in an ice bucket in my suite. You'll all be most welcome to join me in a glass or two. This is my last night before I return to England.

"Alright. We shall. Give us a half hour to change out of our uniforms, and we'll join you."

x

Lady Penelope let the door to her suite remain unlocked as she awaited her crew for the evening. In the centre of the bedroom was a large, king-sized bed with its white silk sheets turned back and peppered with plump pillows of various sizes. A scent of jasmine and sandalwood permeated the room as they focused on their hostess, who sat by a table with an ice bucket. She had placed four champagne flutes beside it. She saw that all four airmen were dressed casually as they entered the suite. Frank went to switch on the lights, but the cock hungry minx ordered him not to. That was when she stood up to proudly show them that she was in the raw.

"My Lady?"

At fifty-four, the desirable MILF had what was known as a Rubenesque, full figure. This was a woman with outstanding breasts, which were very big and full and completely natural. Her belly wasn't flat, but it wasn't fat either. Her hips were full, and her backside was rounded and plump. The crew was momentarily lost for words and let the seducer continue.

"You've come. I am honoured. You have a choice, gentlemen. There is the bubbly for you to partake. Or you may, if you so wish, simply ravish me. It's just sex. I'm not going to wine and dine you, although you may finish the bottle. I just want you all to fuck my brains out."

There was something ironic in the way she invited them to have her as her plummy accent sounded like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. They watched her move to the king-sized bed, where she lay down on her back. Her tits heaved and her nipples stiffened from the cool air of the welcome conditioner. She looked at the in turn as she raked her thighs with her long nails. Her legs were open, and they saw that her downy-covered snatch had a pink slit which was dappled with moisture.

"Nice fuselage," joked Chris.

"And two large overhead compartments," retorted Declan.

"Do we have a deal?" asked an impatient Lady Penelope.

"It seems like we're all thinking the same thing."

"Then, why don't you provide your in-flight entertainment?"

The air resonated thick with anticipation, and the words of the ravenous blonde beauty were accompanied by the soft rustle of discarded clothing as the lust-filled four got naked. Lady Penelope held her arms out and sighed delightfully as eight hands grabbed her all over. Eager fingers stroked her sensitive inner thighs and worked their way toward her mons. The besotted blonde bombshell felt hot and bothered as lips and tongues smothered her big tits. She writhed on her back as one crewman pressed his warm mouth to her cunt, licking the outer edges of her wet labia whilst making her wait before he went inside her.

"Oh, you beasts!" Her Ladyship was driven mad as the men loomed over her bucking frame. "Lick my pussy this instant!"

Finally, one of them began rotating his tongue up and down her gash, and she shrieked in bliss. Somehow, they all took turns to lick her out, either separately or together. Penny felt a series of mini orgasms in her loins as so many hot mouths smacked relentlessly on her snatch. Copious amounts of saliva, mixed with her juices, trickled down the cleft of her upturned cheeks as one after one buried their faces in her sex. Her perspiring body arched as one bold airman ran his flattened tongue from her anus to her clit. Fingers delved inside her quim and she ground her hips back and forth hard.

"Welcome aboard, one and all," she quipped, as one chap began a yummy circular stroking motion on her hard button, whilst another frigged her rotten.

Her Ladyship's mouth gaped as her orgasm hit in heavenly waves. Just as suddenly as they had started, the men ceased their oral assault, and the next phase commenced. Penny looked into Frank's blue eyes as he widened her quivering legs and penetrated her with a brusque thrust. His stiff organ went up her to the hilt, and she gripped his biceps as the distinguished grey's groin smacked against her inner thighs. The Captain could no longer hold back and he drove into the tall MILF like a Boeing 767. His dick was quite large and the marvellous friction of him in her muff was just what she had hoped for.

"Brace, brace!"

Announced Chris, who followed next, and he leered at the busty babe's spread-eagled body as she twitched in expectation of her second airman. Her pussy gleamed in the low light and moisture gave her fair pubes a darker hue. Penny stared at his formidable erection, which he lightly tapped on her mound. He held her by her hips as he shoved his throbbing cock into the woman's aching cunt. As he fucked her with aplomb, his big balls banged against her nether cheeks as he kept up a steady rate of strokes.

Declan and Gordon hovered in the wings, and Chris moved over to let the muscled Dec settle between her damp thighs. She as his cock found her pussy. He lapped and sucked on her mammoth tits as he shunted in and out at a leisurely pace.

He wasn't as well-endowed as the other two, but he was a little thicker. She let her hands run all over his barrel chest, and she closed her ankles over his tight bum. Not three minutes later, his prick was replaced by the red-headed Gordon, who pushed into her with a wild abandon. Although the youngest, and perhaps because of his youth, he did not attempt finesse, he just pounded her cunt with everything he had. Her body trembled as she hung on,

"This is your Captain speaking. Move aside."

Frank pulled her pins five inches to her left and proceeded to give her all he had. By now, Lady Penelope was utterly lost to their blitz. She could feel trails of her cum dripping down her inner thighs as he hammered into repeatedly. Again, he withdrew, and she was roughly pulled six inches to her right. As the sheets rucked up her bum crack, another cock moved.

To take Frank's place. Her Ladyship was screwed to the bed by Chris whose backside was a blur. Then, Declan moved in and resumed his turn to fuck her. This was indeed a fitting finale to the older woman's global odyssey for fun and frolics. It was such a glorious feeling being used by four virile and good-looking men, and she was fully appreciative that she was a tool for their pleasure as well.

Whether by design or not, the gangbang stepped up a notch as Frank pulled the sweat soaked MILF up and onto her hands and knees. He came behind the panting aristocrat and widened her legs with his. He slipped inside her full throttle just as Declan came in front of her and tapped her left cheek with his club of a dick. As the skipper banged her doggy style, his momentum meant that his First Officer's prick hit the back of her throat with each thrust. Penny gagged as two balls slapped on her chin, and another equally big set tapped her rear end.

"Oh, fuck it!"

Declan started to groan loudly as he filled her mouth with torrents of cum. Frank continued to fuck her and he held onto her hips and pulled her to him hard. He slid into the hilt as he pumped her like a piston. Her Ladyship had to concentrate as her body threatened to go limp. As her climax tore through her, Frank spewed his load inside her. Her wet squirts merged with the Captain's cum as he gripped her in his hands and gushed and gushed.

If she had a mirror, Lady Penelope would have seen a look of utter bliss and complete contentment on her face, a result of engaging in her favourite pastime of fucking. With Chris and Gordon the only two who had not cum yet, Her Ladyship staged a two way blowjob. Sitting on the edge of the bed, they stood on either side of her, wanking off. Chris wound her hair in one hand as the insatiable MILF, still dribbling Declan's ejaculate, started to rub his cock whilst sucking on his bell end. She hummed happily as she tried to swallow the generous length of his boner. Her head bobbed faster and faster until he reached the point of no return.

"Lovely!" she exclaimed as he unleashed his load into the woman's mouth.

She quickly turned to Gordon who pointed his pulsating knob at her bouncing tits and sprayed them with ribbons of white goo. By the time the crew had gathered their wits, Lady Penelope painted a pretty picture with her hair mussed and her face and bosom splattered. As she cleaned up, the BA cabin crew took their leave, and Her Ladyship reflected on a well-spent global voyage.

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