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Note- To be taken lightly, with an open mind. Kudos to vintage erotic illustrator and author, Bill Ward for the inspiration. And also extra inventiveness from the 'OH Wicked Wanda' strip written by Frederic Mullally and drawn by Ron Embleton in Penthouse magazine in the 1970's.
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England, 2022.
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Question. Were Milfs made to have big tits? Or were big tits made for Milfs?
I don't expect an answer, but it might be either one.
Sophisticated, cultured, classy, and horny. Those four things summed up the character of Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson perfectly.
The very wealthy aristocratic fifty year old had it all. A Mansion to live in. Expensive cars to ride in, and the finest clothing to wear. She had an attentive staff and fine friends. And, a fit and voluptuous body that brought her no end of sexual gratification.
Since the passing of His Lordship, Sir Hugh Williamson two years ago, Penelope had been let of the leash, as it were. And she had decided to fulfil her wildest dreams and sexual fantasies at once. For the most part, that involved young and virile men.
Question. Ever ask how such a well-bred and well-educated lady such as Lady P could become a wanton slut? A fuckable sex bomb bent on fulfilling her most sleazy wishes?
I don't expect an answer, suffice to say that there are not many women like Lady Penelope in the country. Her thoughts were libidinous for most of the time, and she sought carnal gratification as much as her love of caviar, white truffles, and Japanese Wagyu steak. Her Ladyship was just as comfortable at the opera, as she was in bed with a young and fit stud.
And the wealthy vixen had the money and wherewithal to get any man she desired at any given place or time.
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England, 2018.
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It was in 2018, a year after she had entertained, or was that after she had BEEN entertained, by her nephew John Milton, that she found the time to visit with him a second time. He being the only son of one of her sisters, the Lady Rosemary.
Her Ladyship had always meant to reciprocate in kind. He, having not once, but twice, subjugated her to bondage and light spanking. (See chapter 4) But the time had just flown by.
Her Ladyship had decided to enlist the help of Lady Petunia De Havilland, the renowned English brothel keeper, and party hostess. The sixty year dominatrix had styled herself after Madam Cyn, who had a likeminded attitude to the same back in the eighties. They both specialised in spanking and other forms of bondage and BDSM. Offering their services to all who paid the right price. Of course, Lady Petunia was not her real name, she named herself thus purely to impress people. In reality, she was plain old Deidre Birchwood.
John duly showed up at Williamson Manor as arranged. The twenty-seven year oId had been extremely excited when he had received Lady Penelope's text message. All through the drive there, he had racked his brain trying to imagine what the effervescent blonde Milf had in mind. It seemed to him that she had come to embrace his love of excessive sexual fetishes.
*quot;Your visitor, My Lady, His Lordship, John Milton.*quot;
Announced her trusty butler.
*quot;Thank you, Parsons. John. Do come in and make yourself at home.*quot;
John's clear blue eyes lit up at the attractive forty-six year old blonde took his hand in hers. Her stretchy blue dress clung seductively to her curvy backside as she stood up. The low cut neckline did little to contain her huge 34 DD breasts as they jiggled hypnotically when she sat back down.
The lean and lanky fellow seated himself opposite his esteemed Aunt and smiled.
John was much more relaxed than he had been that first time. Still with his shock of tousled fair hair, he now had an air of wide-eyed subversion, and a mischievous grin. Before, his swagger and inbred confidence had morphed him into a sullen and moody twenty-something. Brought on by his self-admitted sexual fetishes.
Penny wasn't deceived by his slender form, having experienced his power that laid beneath.
*quot;How have you been? It's been such a long while since we met. Ten months or so?*quot;
His lecherous gaze went to her bare legs when she crossed them.
*quot;Perfectly well, My Lady. I still have my private apartment, and my business is flourishing. And, I have acquired a small company of submissive and compliant females with whom I find some form of recreation.*quot;
Her Ladyship raised an inquisitive brow at his veiled comment.
*quot;I see. And does this 'recreation' involve spanking and bondage?*quot;
John spread his hands and shrugged.
*quot;Quite so. It is my passion. I pay plenty, and I expect a certain accommodation as it were.*quot;
He crossed his long legs and studied his nails with a superior demeanour.
*quot;If I may be bold, Milady. Have you entertained the idea of kinky sex since last we...got together?*quot;
*quot;It's fine, my dear. You're not being impertinent. And since you ask, I haven't, indulged, shall we say. Although, I did run into a casual acquaintance who I believe you might like to meet. She shares Tüyap escort bayan a lot of your particular tastes.*quot;
*quot;Indeed. May I ask her name?*quot;
*quot;Lady Petunia de Havilland.*quot;
John sat bolt upright.
*quot;You know her?*quot; He asked with a gleam in his eye.
*quot;A little, as you clearly do.*quot;
*quot;I know of her, yes. I would dearly love to meet her.*quot;
*quot;Then you shall.*quot;
Her Ladyship picked up a small silver bell and rang for her trusty butler.
The double doors opened and the uniformed manservant entered.
*quot;You rang, Milady?*quot;
*quot;Yes, Parsons. Please show Lady Petunia in.*quot;
*quot;At once.*quot;
*quot;You mean, she's here?*quot;
*quot;She is. And is just as eager as you to meet.*quot;
John was beside himself as he anxiously awaited one of the most popular dominatrixes in the United Kingdom.
As the older lady was ushered in, his face fell at the sight of the tweedy looking woman. This was she?
Her pale face was hidden for the most part by a pair of bookworm prescription glasses, and her admittedly elegantly tall five eleven figure was shrouded in a durable long wool skirt, paired with a cotton blouse and woolen jacket. Her highlighted hair was cut short in a pixie bob with an exaggerated side parting.
*quot;Pleased to make your acquaintance, My Lord. My Lady.*quot;
The woman sat next to John and spoke in a mousy low voice.
*quot;Horrendous weather we're having, don't you agree? We shall have a white Christmas this year, I'm sure of it.*quot;
*quot;Quite possibly.*quot; Answered Lady Penelope. *quot;I was just about to tell John all about you, but he already seems fully aware of your clandestine existence.*quot;
*quot;Oh dear! Is my secret out? No matter.*quot;
*quot;Yes, you could say it is! So, it would be lovely if you would tell us your story. Before we withdraw to the playroom.*quot;
Lady Petunia took off her spectacles and used a soft cloth to clean the lenses. She searched John's eyes for any reaction to Penny's mention of the 'playroom.'
*quot;I do like telling others about my 'other' lifestyle. It amuses me when they are taken aback by my revelations.*quot;
She put her glasses back on and continued.

*quot;What most people don't know is that I started modeling with camera clubs back in the early '80s and quite quickly moved on to modeling nude for magazines. Back then it was still rather frowned upon to be a professional 'adult' model in England and so things were kept discreet. Being quite the exhibitionist, I really enjoyed modeling and showing off my naked body, and so I modeled for just about all of the Fetish and S