"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 blue eyes, gazing at me with desire and unbridled passion. My stiff cock bobbed up and down as I relaxed in the sumptuous armchair in the buff. I had arranged for the stinking rich tart to visit my not-too-shabby rooms just off Park Lane and had gotten ready for her arrival by stripping off.

"Remove your knickers and sit there," I told her, and she sat in a matching seat opposite mine.

The dazzling babe tugged her underwear down and kicked them off. She was now totally exposed and vulnerable. Her body was truly magnificent, with those pert tits, narrow waist and flat belly. Her pale legs were long and stately, and she had trimmed back her bush of pubes. She tilted her chin up, opened her legs and ran a finger up her moistening slit.

"You can lick my pussy if you want to," she muttered with pleading eyes and a shift in her chair.

"Later. After I have had some fun."

She pouted and pushed her middle digit into the fleshy folds of her pussy and began to squirm.

"Robert. Oh, Robert. I need you to lick my pussy. I'm gagging for it."

"In time. When I'm finished with you, you'll scream the walls down."

"I...I hope so, darling. Just...just one big kiss. There."

I stood up to my full height and cupped my balls. My dick stuck up at a jaunty angle as I casually approached the horny aristocrat. I leaned over her and bent to look at her mound with the wispy pubic hair and puffy labia that glistened with her juices. I put my face in her snatch and blew warm air on it. Mary quivered with delight and raised her bottom from the chair.

"Please, please..."

I debated whether or not to give her a quick feel of my rampant erection in her muff as my massive organ stood out from my taut thighs like a policeman's truncheon. Remember those? The Countess looked at it wide-eyed and frantically strummed her slit to her anus. But no. I wanted her in a higher state of passion and wanting before she would get any.

Unbeknownst to her stinking rich hubby, the Countess liked nothing more than to be mistreated in bed. She had urges to be submissive. It is a special kind of desire. One yearns to be compliant and bent to another's will, to enjoy a different type of satisfaction. Even at this juncture, I saw the reaction on her face as teased her and knew that she had a raging heat in her cunt.

"I've heard rumours that you've been a naughty girl, My Lady. Something about entertaining other men than your husband?"

I got into the desired role of controller and held up a pair of padded handcuffs.

"No, I don't think so," she corrected me.

"I see. Correction without anything specific to correct feels like I'm being unreasonable. Don't you agree?"

"I suppose so."

"Then so be it."

I surprised the wealthy socialite by grabbing her by her arms and lifting her out of the chair. I pinned her hands together behind her back, one over the other, and cuffed her wrists. I seated myself in the vacated chair and guided her over my lap. 

"Look down."

Mary dipped her head into my lap, with her arms firmly secured behind her and with her legs dangling straight out. Her long hair cascaded over my left thigh, and her scrumptious bum wiggled in my vision. As I let my open palm wander over her glorious buttocks, I wondered how many Countesses had been spanked in their adult years and chuckled at the thought. I gladly explored her soft cheeks with a growing admiration for the wanton hussy and my cock strained at the leash.

"Nice bottom."

I squeezed the taut cheeks and explored her soft skin. She sighed and shifted in her increasing arousal. I welcomed her wriggling as she occasionally nudged my rigid pole. I was still amazed at how the elegant and noble Countess had become this submissive female lying across my lap. A vigorous hand spanking on bare, resilient bum flesh had a certain allure to it.

Without warning, I raised my arm and brought it down across both cheeks. The sound of the sharp crack of my palm on flesh was music to our ears. The Countess blew out air from her bloated cheeks as she reacted to the shuddering blows.

I then let her have it with direct blows on each nate, which left the imprint of my palm on her peachy skin. She whimpered in my lap as I caressed her reddening skin, only to switch back to the bastard that I was and smack her on each cheek five times. She undulated in my lap and her face brushed my upright pole of a dick.

"How was that? Good? Or bad?" Again, I probed between her legs and found a lot of wetness. So, good then. "Anything to say?"

"Please, Baron. Punish me, dominate me.  Make me yours. You can do anything you like."

"Taste this then."

I lifted her head by her hair and brought my wet fingers to her lips. The Countess licked with eagerness, willing to let her own moisture wet her tongue. She pursed her lips and sucked my digits in up to the second knuckle. I continued to spank her on the fullest part of her buttocks, bringing both cheeks together to make one big target. I then crisscrossed with both hands and smacked her bum and upper thighs. For the Countess, the thrill of humiliation was intense and her thighs opened in an invitation to screw her. And for me, the established dominance on my part was surprisingly satisfying.

"You think you're ready for this?"

With her still sprawled across my lap, I held up my cock and she gladly clamped her warm lips around the swollen head. Her right hand pumped my shaft as she balanced herself on my lap.

"It's quite a size, isn't it?" she commented as she took deep breaths in between loud licking.

I gazed down at her bottom as she stretched out face down. With her mouth salivating over my large dick, I targeted her white half-moons with my palm and gave her several resounding whacks on each cheek.

She wriggled frantically on my groin which caused her to swallow up more cock than she expected. I changed tack and slapped the backs of her thighs and as she automatically opened them her puffy cunt appeared invitingly.

"Shall we proceed to the bedroom?"

Lady Mary looked up and gave me a little smile. We made our way to my main room, and I seated myself on the edge of the big bed.

"Well, My Lady, are you up for more?"

"Yes, Baron."

The normally composed and self-possessed Countess of Guilford looked at me with a manner now one of complete submission. She got down at my feet and licked my rigid pole up and down its length. Her head dipped as she sucked and licked my throbbing organ with relish. I encouraged her by pressing on top of her head, urging her to partake of more dick in her wet mouth. Pushing up from the bed I could feel my knob sliding to the back of her throat. Not many women can last too long with my substantial manhood widening her jaw, and I eased her up.

She didn't need any instruction from me and draped her naked form across the bed face down and braced herself. Her natural writhing made my dick wag enthusiastically as I drank in the sumptuous cushions of her bum and the deep cleft therein. From this point of view, I realised that Her Ladyship had a wonderful backside that combined femininity and maturity as befitting one of her advancing years. I slipped a pillow under her front and got to work.

"OOO!" she yelled when she felt my open hand slap her left cheek.

I wasn't hitting her very hard, just here and there and with a different tempo. I spanked her with a series of double smacks with both hands and her hips humped up and down as she dry fucked the pillow. My dick thumped madly as I have her blow after blow on her reddening backside. Funny how seeing one being dominated can be such a turn-on. I leaned in and slapped her cheeks again, alternating between the two bouncing globes and this time deliberately grazing her pussy slit with my fingers. She was drenched down there, and I needed some relief myself.

"Give it to me, my darling. I know you want to."

I bent forward and rubbed my bell end up and down her wet slit. I slowly pushed in and her cunt felt like a velvet glove encircling my member. I cheekily spanked her bum, and she duly squirmed from the exquisite chastisement. My cock looked decidedly slick as I moved it in and out of the grateful noblewoman. As I picked up the pace, I ran my hands over her buttocks and admired the sensual curves of her cheeks as I bisected them.

"Wonderful, simply wonderful," she purred as her whole body trembled with pleasure. "Don’t stop, lover."

We eased into an easy, gliding precision and swung together in unison like this for some time. Lady Mary lay her face along the mattress, and I steered her into me by her hips. I let my weight down on her back and made her lie flat on her front. My face was in her hair as my backside rose high toward the ceiling, and then I came crashing down again. My forceful strokes drove her pelvic bone to the bed and her mound brushed the mattress in such a way that she could feel her clit stimulated by the contact.

"Oh, my!"

The Countess climaxed with a heavy sigh and I stopped moving with my cock still inside her hot cunt. I eventually withdrew and rolled onto my back. The somewhat ragged-looking aristocrat swept her hair back and sucked wildly on my glistening erection. I watched her head bob between my thighs as she slurped and slobbered to her heart's content. I stroked her hair, and she rolled her eyes up to meet mine.

"Countess!" I cried as my hips jerked and my cock swelled in her mouth.

My cum spewed out and Mary swallowed and dribbled the white cream down her chin. She fondled my scrotum as I shrank and then scrambled up into my arms. She made to kiss me, but I respectfully declined. I had no wish to taste my goo, thank you very much! The evening had been a lot of fun and would lead me to further my induction into dominance and submission.

x

It's funny how word gets around, even in the confines of four walls, the sordid escapades of one can filter out into certain echelons of high society. I was in the Hamilton Club on Curzon Street as usual when I ran into two of my regular shags, Lavinia DeVere, a long-legged blonde, and Lavinia Ponsonby, a brunette with big tits. They had married into money, were in their forties, and were gagging for it 24/7. They existed in sexless matrimony with their chinless husbands and were constantly begging me to entertain them. In the biblical sense, that is. Ways and loved to fuck my brains out together.

I don't know about you, but I find that screwing two women at the same time is much more fun than fucking each one of them separately. The possibilities are endless, and the results can be outrageously wild. It was a week ago last Tuesday when I ran into them at the Hamilton Club on Curzon Street.

"Bobby, you bastard! We hear that you've gone all kinky and weird. Is it true?"

"I have no idea what you're banging on about."

I spied the pair of cock hungry strumpets sharing a bottle of bubbly at a table in the corner. DeVere downed her drink and nudged her best friend.

"Well, you naughty rascal. A certain Countess of Guilford confided in another who told us and swore us to secrecy that you like to spank the ladies before shagging them."

I looked at Ponsonby with a resigned expression and spread my hands.

"Whatever the ladies crave, I deliver. What can I say? I can never say no, you know that."

The bloody Countess had a loose tongue that was certainly clear. Still, I had no secrets and was actually up for just about anything.

"Lavi here has just rented a nice gaff away from home. It's meant to be a playaway flat we can utilise when we're in town. Care to take a peek?"

Ponsonby had mentioned something along those lines a while back and had since rented a two-bedroom, two-bathroom penthouse flat in Maresfield Road, Hampstead. As we took a taxi ride, she told me about the far-reaching views across London and total seclusion from the outside world in the well-patrolled private accommodation. I was impressed by the carpeted corridor that led to number 21. The place was expensively furnished and spotless, looking squeaky clean.

"This is it, darling." I sat down in a plush chair and was given a scotch. "Let's not beat about the bush, lover. We both want a thorough spanking and then a rogering. Think you can rise to the occasion?"

I was just in the mood to mete out some discipline, and once I tipped the amber stuff down my neck, I stood up and dropped my strides. As they licked their lips and leered at my tackle, I stripped naked and let them drink in my physical form as they got themselves worked into a lather. I was supremely comfortable in my skin and had a certain pride in my well-defined thighs, muscular backside, and broad shoulders. Arms. My prodigious appendage pulsed with anticipation of a good shagging.

"He's got such a nice bum," Lavinia said as she got naked, totally captivated by my absurdly ripped physique.

My muscularity radiated raw sex, and I knew neither of these two could resist me.

"Spiffing dick too. Let's get to work."

The blonde stripped knelt and brought her wet lips up to plant smacking kisses on my bell end. My glans expanded in response, and the big blue vein down one side of my considerable girth pulsed madly. She glanced at her partner in grime and I sighed contently as each MILF moved their tongues up either side of my proud member. With agonising slowness, they teased me thoroughly by scraping my hot cock flesh from root to head. They left me drenched in saliva, which ran down in globs.

"You make a good team, ladies."

I reached out and held the backs of their heads as they bobbed and slobbered with an obscene lewdness. DeVere gobbled up my knob and Ponsonby cradled my nuts as she looked on at her friend sucking on me eagerly. It was a mean task to take all of my man meat, and the fair-haired vixen tried her best.

The bobbed-haired brunette decided on a different tactic and smothered my staff between her meaty tits. Despite her grand-sized bosom, my prick seemed impossibly large as it glided up and down her homemade flesh tunnel. She bent her head and her lips pursed so that she could greet my helmet as it emerged like a turtle head breaking the surface of the water. Up and down, up and down, my erection slid in the welcome crevice of breast meat. I felt invigorated and hot as hell as she gave me a nice tit fuck. Once we were hot and bothered, we moved to the bedroom.

Naturally, this room had a sophisticated modern interior with bedside tables, a chest of drawers, and a leather king-sized bed featuring a deep, padded headboard upholstered with the finest leather, clean line stitch pattern with gold leaf trimming between the wood frame and padding. Not too shabby. And right there in the middle of the bed was a leather spanking paddle, accented by rose gold hardware and with a faux-leather wrist loop and woven handle. It must have measured fifteen inches in length and two inches in width.

"Into leather are we, Lavi?"

"Big time, Baron. Especially smacked against my bottom. Care to try it?"

My rampant erection nodded for me as I got seriously aroused by the idea of chastising these two strumpets. I picked up the instrument of torment and slapped it against the outside of my thigh. It made a resounding crack which made the naked ladies jump so that their tits bounced wildly.

"Ooh! That made me feel all gooey inside."

"Yes, inside my muffin," agreed DeVere as she rubbed her legs together.

As they stood side by side at the foot of the bed, I approached them and began to run the leather down their tender thighs. I looked the blonde in the eyes as I lifted it between her legs and made contact with her quim. She flinched as the leather side sawed up her gash. I left her quivering on her feet as I spun the brunette around and divided her bum crack with the paddle. I rubbed up and down her slit and the rigid leather had no trouble splitting her labia.

"Oh...my...gosh!" she sighed as I lightly taped her exposed anus.

I fondled her buttocks, feeling the tight, muscular flesh beneath my hands. I looked forward to sliding between those silky cheeks, but for now, I had to bide my time.

"Both of you bend over the edge of the bed cheek to cheek."

They obeyed, and I had a view of four quivering buttocks lined up as if there was a creature with two backsides.

"You're such fucking sluts, it's unbelievable. "

With my open hand, I brought my palm down hard on the right nate of DeVere, and her lower body trembled with desire and need. I smacked her again twice and her hips humped and rocked as a response. I moved to Ponsonby and spanked her full bum thrice, and she arched her back and howled loudly. I buried my fingers in the supple flesh of their buttocks and felt their moistness. Both women knew prosperity and privileged upbringings but deep down they were just insatiable bitches for my pleasure.

"Now we're all in the mood."

I took the paddle and brought it down on Ponsonby's upper thighs, and her body jerked.

"Hurt, did it? The sting will soon pass."

I smacked her again on her tender thighs before moving onto her buttocks. I cracked the paddle directly across both cheeks, leaving her pale skin pink and glistening. She let out yelps of pain but purred nicely when I stopped.

"Keep those legs together, Devere."

I cracked the leather instrument above the blonde's tightly clenched thighs and spanked each meaty buttock in turn. As I expected, with her legs shut tight the spanker inadvertently made some contact with her pushed-out pussy lips.

"YES!" she screamed when I hit her there.

I hit her pussy again, making sure she understood what she was consenting to.

"Push that bum up, Ponsonby."

The bob-haired brunette squirmed on her front and my cock twitched in anticipation of fucking her as I let fly with the paddle. She sucked in another breath before the leather came crashing down again on each cheek alternatively. Her thighs rubbed sensuously as her arousal spiralled out of control.

"Mmm, I'm just gagging to get shagged. My muffin is dripping!"

"Hold still, DeVere."

SLAP!

The crack of leather on flesh rang out in the bedroom as I brought the paddle smack bang on her peachy bum. I could feel the heat from her chastised backside as I let fly with the swatter. I stopped and reached between her legs with my hand and found that her pussy was soaked. Time for sex, methinks. I had an aching throb in my cock, and I wanted to fuck the pair of them.

"First come, first served."

I got on my back and the blonde bitch beat her friend to it and lifted her right leg across me and lowered herself on my rod. She had that familiar look of lust whenever we made out as she gladly sank the full length of my shaft. She placed her hands flat against my chest and began to lever herself up and down, moans and sighs escaping her mouth with each rise and descent. In her unbridled passion, DeVere ground down hard on my throbbing log, and I gripped her red raw buttocks with both hands, trying to pull her even further onto me with each stroke downwards.

"My bum is on fire, you devil!"

I shrugged as she rode me steadily back and forth, and her persistent thrusts made me slam upwards into her. It was time for me to take charge, and I flipped her onto her back. I forcefully drove back into her hot, wet pussy, forcing her legs back, and her mouth hung open as the sensations from my huge cock filled her. She was moaning and gasping for air, overwhelmed with pleasure. The sexual energy pouring off her only encouraged me to up the pace.

My hips touched her upturned bottom, and my balls pressed against her. I was fully embedded in the grateful cow, and she dug her nails into my flexing biceps. The further back I pulled, the harder her pussy pulled at my cock, urging me in deeper. The heat of her punished bum, combined with the tightness of her quim was incredible.

"Fuck me now, Robert."

We were both breathing heavily as I let the blonde's legs drop. With my dick still hard inside her, I turned to the brunette who sprawled out on her back beside us. I moved over and stared into Ponsonby's eyes, which were burning with desire. The head of my cock pressed against the entrance to her pussy and as I moved my hips I speared her on my hot length.

With a slow but forceful thrust, I sunk my cock into her wet pussy, filling her in one smooth motion. The generous girth of my cock stretched her pussy almost as wide as it could go.

"Fucking huge big dick, fuck me, fuck me. Oh, fuck me, you fucking big dick stud!"

"Toilet mouth," I retorted as I lifted her legs so they rested on my shoulders, her feet touching my ears.

This usually very well-spoken, wealthy, and sophisticated lady was now nothing but a whore for my pleasure. Amazing what a chap with a big cock could do to an aristocratic woman. I fucked her deep and hard and her head tilted back. She gripped as I kept up a constant pressure, pushing further and further into her.

"Fuck me, fuck me with your big cock," she begged.

I plunged my stiff poker deeper inside her, and she moaned in sheer ecstasy. To show her who was boss, I slowly dragged my cock out and then rammed it back in firmly. With every stroke, her breasts bounced up and down. As I eventually increased the pace of his strokes, I cupped her boobs and snorted. My hips rose as I battered her harder. She wrapped her long legs around my waist as she became determined to enjoy the best fuck of her life. All of my weight settled on top of her as I paused with my dick balls deep inside of her.

"Amazing. You're a good fuck for an older woman."

"You bastard!"

I switched back to the expectant blonde, and her face was aglow with passion as I pushed forward into her, and her moans of pleasure became throaty groans. Her cunt formed a warm sheath along the length of my fat shaft which throbbed magnificently inside her. Her hands moved down to my tight buttocks, running eagerly over my firm cheeks. And then she pulled me down, urging me to move faster. I got the message, and Lavinia buried her face in my chest as she squeezed her legs together around my hips to intensify the rut. She wanted to be fucked senseless for as long as possible.

"Now get on your knees, Ponsonby."

I hammered DeVere into the mattress, and she came with an almighty convulsion. I panted hard as I extricated myself from the purring slut and mounted her chum, proceeding to plunge into her cunt with eagerness. I pulled her hair back and held on as I pummelled her mercilessly. She cried out again, begging me not to cease. Then I grabbed onto her shoulders, giving me full control of how deep I planned to fuck her. I slammed into her double-quick, and my mighty rod now slid in and out of her with relative ease. Enough was enough. She wanted my cum. I wanted my cum inside of her. Deeper, harder, faster, I shagged her like a dog, and sure enough, she came all over my big prick.

I gripped her tightly by the hips as I started to thrust at a rate of knots. My body slapped loudly against hers and each thrust of my incredible cock sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. Each stroke gained momentum, and her legs quivered as a result.

"Here it comes," I announced and duly ejaculated inside of her at the same time as she climaxed.

My jizz kept on spurting out like a fountain in her cunt and Lavinia dipped her head and took it all. Eventually, I pulled out from her saturated pussy and my seed oozed out of her. I fell backwards and my abs ached from tensing so hard when I came. DeVere collapsed into Ponsonby's bosom, and then both of them crawled to me, and they rested their heads on my chest. It had all been rather wonderful, I thought.

END