Her name was Alicia Lord, and I suppose she could be characterised as a peaches and cream type. She was tall and built like a filly with soft hair and an undoubtedly pretty face. Her breasts and figure were nigh on perfect, but it was her slender legs which men (and women of a suitable persuasion) saw and appreciated most. Her father was filthy rich, and so, by association, was she. And, as it is with the overprivileged,...

A police patrol car pulled over the driver of a Ford for speeding. "Good afternoon, Sir. Do you know why I stopped you?" said the officer. "Yes, officer, I know I was speeding, but it is a matter of life or death. I must get home as quickly as possible." "Oh, really? And may I enquire as to why, Sir?" The driver mopped his brow and sighed. "A naked woman is waiting for me there." "I don't see how that is a matter of life...

Firstly, is nymphomania, now known as hypersexual disorder, hereditary? Or caused by environmental factors. Some suggest that genes that regulate oxytocin, the 'love hormone,' may be linked to those above 'hypersexual disorder.' At the tender age of nineteen, Penelope Ward was named 'Debutante of the Year 1992' and instantly became the most sought-after teenager among those in the aristocracy. Sir Hugh Williamson's twenty...

Lady Penelope is a vision of erotic perfection who has embraced her physical desires and fantasies since she reached the age of fifty. Matured like a fine wine, her well-filled-out form attracted men and women alike. Her main assets were her stupendous boobs and gazelle-like pins. Her Ladyship preferred her lovers to be young and virile, good-looking and fit. Whether she's sucking and fucking big cocks or eating pussy in...

The jet set is a social group of wealthy and fashionable individuals who travel the world to participate 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 a...

Chapter Two. London, 1968. At the tender age of sixteen, Tiffany was well on the way to becoming a popular face. High-street brands required teen models to promote their designs for this age range. Popular names such as Woolworths, Marks & Spencer, and C&A all have departments that cater to adolescents, offering products for both girls and boys. Stores also required campaign material to display in their window and hang ar...

England, 1624. "This is her image as she was. It seems a thing to wonder on, as she looks down upon us, preserved in portrait form to live eternally as the nineteen-year-old who tragically fell in battle for the King." "She is the epitome of beauty itself. She is an angel on Earth with her fair hair, winsome smile, and the most pleasing womanly figure. How didst thou come upon such a bewitching panel painting?" "'Twas hid...

Chapter One. Zardania in Eastern Europe, 1972. The insistent click of the film projector started again, and as the screen lit up, an electric guitar riff played out. "The makers of Manikin Cigars have one aim in life. To bring you sheer enjoyment." A long-legged blonde, wearing a soaking-wet shirt and black bikini bottoms, appeared as the male voice spoke. She traipsed through a thick jungle and waded in a stream as the m...

There is a saying in England that a standing prick knows no conscience. And it's true in my case. I lead an enviable life, with enough personal wealth to get by. Doing sod all every day was bliss. At the age of thirty, I still had my good looks and fitness, and I was in my sexual prime. I was more often than not seen with a string of glamorous and stinking rich women on my arm who all clamoured to be serviced by my big co...

Chapter Nine. Cat Amongst The Pigeons. England, 1924. Agatha Crowley thought that there was something quite erotic about the game of tennis in 1924. The modern era has brought in a more casual look to ladies' attire, which she welcomed wholeheartedly. On this fine Sunday afternoon at Ashe Manor in Wychwood, under Ashe, the famous author of crime fiction in pulp magazines was wearing a white button-down shirt over a drop-w...

The best assets of Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson were undoubtedly her outstanding pair of 34 DD breasts. Still gravity-defying, even though the wealthy socialite was now in her early fifties. The blonde MILF also had a pair of willowy legs and a fairly tight bottom. Her Ladyship wasn't born a wanton slut, the passage of time saw to that. Penny needed sex every week, and if her needs were not met, the busty beauty could be...

San Francisco. 1937. Phoenix Malone rang the doorbell of the lavish hotel suite of Madam Haversham, and she smiled at the uniformed maid who ushered her in. The graceful female detective scanned the room with the party already in full swing. She had been hired for that evening to protect the exclusive and expensive furs that the successful Haversham hoped to sell to her prospective buyers. Based in St. Louis, the fifty-ye...

"Get naked," I commanded, and the Countess of Guilford trembled with excitement at the tone of my voice. She unzipped her dress and let it puddle around her stiletto heels. Lady Mary, spouse of Piers, the Earl of Guilford, was in her thirties and had quite an attractive figure. Her light brown hair flowed freely to her two beautiful breasts. The nipples were crimson, and both were stiff as bullets. She regarded me with bl...

San Francisco, 1936. "Umm, umm, umm!" "That's it, big boy. Screw me good, baby." "Umm, umm, umm!" "Wow, you're the best, I'm creaming here." Norma Bennett, a stunning socialite who had been educated at the University of Berkley, was beneath the sweating, blubbery Herman Weber as he heaved in and out between her legs with wheezing breath. Naked, in just her black silk stockings, the tousle-haired blonde sank back into the...

San Francisco, 1936. The lights were taking forever to change, and Phoenix Malone cursed in her native French. It had been one of those nights when it seemed that everything was against her. Finally, the traffic began to move and the private eye, not dick, came to a halt outside the nondescript building shrouded in darkness. She got out of her car. A Derby Bentley with a three-and-a-half-litre engine, widely regarded as t...