Let me introduce you to a man born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a permanent bulge in his pin-striped trousers. That is I, Baron Robert Sinclair of Cleeve. Since the end of the interminable lockdowns due to the global pandemic, I have vowed to chase pussy and indulge myself with all things luxuriant and opulent. Thanks to my inherited wealth, I am in a position to savour the high life and make my dreams come true....

Titled nobility in the United Kingdom comprises five ranks, which are, in descending order, duke, marquess, earl, viscount, and baron. My title is Baron Robert Sinclair of Cleeve in the County of Somerset. It was created in January 1957 for the businessman and public servant, Robert Sinclair. He served as President of the Imperial Tobacco Company and Director-General of Army Requirements at the War Office from 1939 to 194...

For single women, dating can be an exhausting experience. It is five times worse for those born into the upper echelons of society as the female of the species is expected to remain true to her class. But women are women and have equal sexual needs as much as men, even if it means seeking solace with some imaginative roleplay. That sheer frustration may explain why those born into aristocracy might seek out male escorts....

"Charlotte! What on earth are you doing?" "Oh, hello, mumsy. Were we too loud?" I paused in mid-stroke and housed my sizeable dick in the tight pussy of the eighteen-year-old filly who squirmed stark bollock naked beneath me. It was a snug fit, and the sensation of my being firmly lodged in the girl's muff was highly enjoyable. "This is Baron Sinclair. Isn't he scrummy?" Lady Felicity Bosworth raised a brow and huffed as...

Being a big tit addict, and having shagged many posh women with massive boobs, I suppose I asked for it. It was the end of August and I had been invited to the palatial estate of that cock crazy trollop Baroness Kathleen Emily's do's. Her fine house was located in Dorking in Surrey and was on fifty acres of Edwardian grandeur. The Baroness and her better half, the usually absent Baron, had shaped the house into what it is...

"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...

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...

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,...