Dressed in her usual casual Jeans and relax sweat top, Kay climbed the big wooden staircase. The old dark portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a signified of uneasiness. The squeak of her trainers echoed around the vast building.

She'd answered an ad for a maidservant. With excellent pay. Kay needed to money to pay numerous debts, and maid employment was easy. So here she was.

At the top of the stair she looked for the second door off to the left, just as the decrepit old butler on the room access had instructed.

She heard a phonation from inside. ‘ Enter !'

Stern, commanding, but a distaff voice. It struck her as odd. She opened the threshold and went in.

The room was immense. ( Well what did she expect ? ) Wooden panels on either side leading to an equally impressive window overlooking the priming of this stately home. In front man of the window a desk.

Behind the desk the tall elegant figure of a woman. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those heel maybe over six foot. She gave the notion of being athletic. Quite muscular. Yes. You could enjoin by the skin tight smutty leging. hefty thighs. Her hair was striking too. Cropped blonde. Blue eyes, and unusually a eyeglass. It gave the woman a very aristocratic face. A look rounded off with a crinkle white blouse and sour jacket.

'' You must be Kay ?"the charwoman enquired."How old are you ?"

Kay hadn't had fourth dimension to answer the first inquiry."Er, yes. thats right. And I'm twenty."she answered awkwardly. Kay detected an emphasis in her voice. But she couldn't exactly place it. European perhaps.

"lovely. Perfect."

"My name is Cristel. Your uniform is in your room. Up the step. first base on the right hand. The key is in the door. The pay is good here. But then there will be much expected of you. This evening we are entertaining. We shall be expecting you in the chief reading room at 8pm sharp. Make sure you are wearing the adjust attire."

Her brusk, sharp condemnation felt like orders. Again tactual sensation of unease crept through her judgement. ‘ We ? …'

—

It didn't take long to notice her room. She turned the heavy key in the lock and pushed the expectant door open. Wow. A significant sizing way. A big four poster bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a French people maidservant 's uniform. Complete with underwear stockings and even shoes.

She decided to take in a shower, then maybe try her uniform on for size. But again this played on her thinker. 'Entertaining. Maybe it was fancy wearing apparel. Although… Hmmm.'

She took a farsighted and luxurious shower. She thought about the uniform, and the assorted opening. It played on her mind even as she towelled herself down.

Walking back into her room she decided to try everything on. It was only about 7, so she'd take her time.

A huge mirror hung on one of the walls and she could observe herself get ready. Clipping up the Elwyn Brooks White suspender whang around her waist she looked for her stockings. Black and seamed of class. She pulled them slowly up her pegleg, doing he utmost not to snag or captivate anything, whilst admiring her own long legs in the mirror. Next Kay decided to pull on her shoes. Patent smuggled leather with a point at the toe that looked so sharp you could almost cut yourself on it.

And with hound like that she was going to take a little drill walking.

She pulled her knickers up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so cut, they left nothing to the imagery. She had a well trimmed, but thickly neat Triangle of benighted pubic haircloth that was still obvious beneath the flimsy Stanford White material. And the bra was monovular. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped tits to ne plus ultra, but her big conelike mamilla were so obviously on display, having become so stiff.

Kay bit her merchant ship lip. 'Hmmm. So stiff'she thought to herself as she rubbed her mammilla absentmindedly through the material. ‘ Look at you.'She murmured to herself ‘ Fuck. You look hot'

The unseasoned lady got to her feet and began to totter around the sleeping room. She found she couldn't take her eyes off herself. She looked like every man's dream.

She checked her stockings. wrinkle all straight, 'Wow. what a survey'she thought. 'And what sort of party would this be ? Some young hunk. All properly ripped.'

Her mind wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

Absentmindedly her hand found itself between her legs. Imagining some young guy rubbing the forefront of his big stiff cock between her puss lips.

Ooooh yeah. Slipping his shot right up ...

rap KNOCK.

Without waiting for an answer, Irene strode into the elbow room. Kay was standing there. One arm outstretched, holding herself up against the mirror. Her other hired man between her legs, inside her knickerbockers. Her legs heterosexual, but spread wide apart. She must've looked a moderately picture.

Kay quickly tried to regain her composure.

"I can see you're getting ready. I won't keep you."Cristel said.

Cristel approached and Kay began to ( rather embarrassingly ) hit the fingers from her cunt.

"Oh no. Don't stop on my account. Far from it. save your hands there…"

Kay could see Irene as she came closer in the observation in the mirror.

Cristel was now close enough to whisper in her ear.

"Now, Danton True Young lady…"Kay felt the rubber band on her knee pants ease down across her pert bottom cheeks.

"I'd just like to secernate you about…"She felt finger's breadth begin to research between her legs.

"…tonight. Our guest have come to enjoy a special even entertainment…"

She felt Cristel's fingers find her own fingers two knuckle joint deep in her own cunt.

'' ... where you will be the main attractor. You will award yourself to each man…"

Cristel skilfully managed to slip her finger in next to her own.

"... and in crook you will perform for them in whatever fashion they desire."

As her thumb expertly caressed Kay's besotted fiddling anus.

'' You will be paid by each man. But you must do exactly as they say."

Kay felt herself pushing down on Irene's digit and thumb. She felt herself going slightly weak at the knees. She could see her hot breathing place on the mirror.

"Exactly."she emphasised. `` Do you translate ?"

"Y…. Yes… Yes… Oh yes… Exactly…. Anything…"

Kay lowered her body, forcing her cunt onto Cristel's fingers. Irene stood behind her true and upright but still massaging between the young girls legs.

Kay was on the verge. Irene pulled her mitt away and licked the goo from her fingers.

"Aaah. Plea…. Ohhh. More"Kay panted.

"I think you've had more than enough right now. I don't want to spoil you. I'll see you downstairs in 20 minutes. ``

The room access closed. Kay felt flushed, her head spinning, but she knew she had an ache between her legs that needed urgent attention.

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a thin agree black skirt, below the articulatio genus length, white sleeveless blouse and Black opera boxing glove that stretched up well above the articulatio cubiti. black high cad, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her short French maids rig. The dame was splayed out by the wide, frilly petticoat. The neck line decorated with more Edward White tied frills. But more importantly than that, the neck short letter was extremely low. Kay's ample cleavage was very much on display. And the peak of her heels made her totter unsteadily, increasing the amount of money of bounce and wobble of her bosom. A frilly blank hat and whiteness jumper completed the outfit.

From a pocket-size board Cristel produced a leather dog collar and chain. She ordered Kay to turn around, and then fastened the ternary around her neck.

"Right young lady. We're all set."Cristel whispered in her ear, and once again Cristel 's bridge player eased inside her knickers."Shall we enter ?"

The hot breathing place on Kay's neck reignited the tingle between her peg. Cristel pulled the leash and Kay took a few gradation to stabilize herself.

Cristel pushed the door clear. And with a few taps from the cane in Cristel's hired hand Kay stepped through into the room.

—

A fug of cigar smoke was the number 1 thing Kay noticed. The room was very calm. A collection of leather nates and sofas was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 grey haired valet sat around meter reading, smoking, drinking or a combination of all three. Two declamatory outstanding Danes lay by the open fervour

‘ Ahhh. At last"One old guy sat up then stood up from his chair."And who might you be ?"he enquired putting down his whiskey.

This wasn't at all what she'd been expecting. She was rather taken by surprise.

"Errr. My gens's Kay."She pause.

"I think you'll find your name is 'Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir .'” he retorted.

She didn't quite have intercourse how to respond. But she bit her bottom of the inning lip and stared at the floor, slightly confused and embarrassed.

"Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir."

She looked up and saw the old man shoot a pen out of his top sac. He scribbled down a note on a piece of report he pulled out of his wallet.

"Come here Thomas Young Lady. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite minor in stature, he had grey thinning hair. Tweed cap and brown corduroy trousers. A white shirt covered a rather large stomach. Not her cup of tea at all. But there she was dressed like every man's fantasy and she was tottering towards him while he taunted her by waving what looked like money in the air.

When she reached him she reached out for the preeminence the old man was waving.

"What do you say ?"he enquired.

'' Please sir. May I have the note sir ?"

"You may. But make sure you read it."

She plucked the note out of his hand. A brisk fifty Irish pound note. Neatly folded up. She opened it and read the note.

Her mouth went dry as she read it.

'Spend the repose of the evening with your nipple on display.'

On a fifty quid note.

She looked at the old guy. A grinning spread across his lips.

She pulled down the neckline of her top and eased out her 36DD tits. The frilly neckline perfectly framed her large weighed down swinging breasts.

She heard various lewd comments from around the room.

For the next fifteen moment or so, Kays was paraded around the way, serving drinkable, offering cigars, and all the while her big titty were on display, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her effective to storm a smile as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within compass of these dirty old perverts. But at the Same time the tingling, dull desire just above her twat wouldn't leave her. And, in the lull mo, she would stand side by side to Cristel as Cristel's fingers would deftly stoke Kay's desire, caressing her knickers or tweaking her spiritualist nipples.

"I also have a greenback for you"she heard another articulation from across the elbow room.

Red faced she looked around.

Another elderly man was waving a note. She walked towards him weaving through the leather armchairs and through the pawing custody of the old men.

She took his note after the 'please sir, thank you sir'ritual. Another £50.

‘ I'd like to eat a chocolate finger. From your arse.'

She'd been brought to the edge by her fancy woman, she'd displayed her toilsome swinging bosom for a room wax of dirty old men. And now this… Already £100 up, she looked at the plate in front of her.

She bent over in front of him.

Kay lifted her forgetful blackened skirt and her frilly french maiden petticoat revealing her stocking cover and then her petty white bloomers. She hooked her thumbs into the side elastic and slowly lowered the pants down until they dropped around her mortise joint. Looking over her shoulder joint she could see him mesmerised by her arse.

There was a murmur of appreciation from the old men. The odd dirty comment.

But by now she was lost in her own world. The ache between her legs consumed her.

She reached out and pulled a thin chocolate covered cookie from the table. Reaching between her wooden leg she eased the tip of the biscuit up her lilliputian lilliputian arse hole.

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breathing spell between her cheeks. She felt the cookie moderation in and out of her. She felt warm sassing and glossa on her tush muddle.

She found she really wanted it. Her finger's breadth slipped between her branch and began to slowly caress her wet slit.

The old man's script held her arse cheeks all-inclusive give and she felt his face bury it's way in, greedily lapping, sucking, tonguing away. As on biscuit finished another was shoved in.

She closed her center but could sense a crowd gather around her. She could get a line them and their disgusting comments.

"aspect at her. She just can't get enough of it."“ Just look out her get-up-and-go herself on him"“ The dirty kick loves it."

She heard another old man claim to have a note for her.

She opened her heart and before her sat a man in one of the leather arm chairs.

As one man feasted on her derriere, other gave her another note.

‘ I'd like to fuck you. With my walking stick.'

She looked up. The old man sat there, smirking. And at his side was his walking reefer. A knurly old wooden reefer. The handle was much like the hold of an old sword, it was polished smooth at the saddlebow, the top eight column inch having a pronounced curvature, towards another bellied glob further down at the hilt, the rest of the stick then tapered directly towards the floor.

‘ Oh my word…"she thought to herself as she eyed the would-be wooden dildo.

The old man lightly caresses the head and then let his finger slip down the slew wooden shaft, his middle watching her as he did so.

Her center widened.

The old man rimming her had stopped."Go on my dear. Off you go. Let's see you ride the wooden prick."

Cristel then proceeded to lead Kay ( on all foursome ) by the trinity, across the floor to a minuscule umber table. Irene patted the table top."On here. On your back. pegleg in the air."Once again Cristel sounded like she was giving orders.

The board was quite low and not quite long enough for all of her. Kay's head arched back off the edge, but she found a easygoing leather cushion had been placed to support it. With her head tilted back there was't much she could see, but she felt hired hand pulling her knickerbockers from her second joint to her ankles as her wooden leg were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into view. She was now almost fully undressed too, apart from her black seamed stockings, white suspender swath, highschool cad, long opera baseball glove and, of course, her monocle.

"Oh and Mr Zachary Taylor here has given me another L Lebanese pound note."Cristel grinned,"he wants to look out you make me cum."

At that consequence she felt the wooden member introduced to the lips of her cunt, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The thick spear caressing her clit. Occasionally the head would nuzzle the entry to her cunt.

Cristel knelt down over Kay's face, Her hands holding Kay's legs by her ankles, her bald cunt at the perfect distance from Kay's sass. Kay's sass suckled Cristel's labia, her soft wet tongue pressing against the soft flesh beneath her clit. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the stick began to work at Kay's cunt. With a niggling more insistency the headspring eased its way inside as Kay's cunt gave in. She felt the cinch stretching her. Wider and deeper.

As Kay began to involuntarily moan, it coaxed Cristel into pressing her cunt onto Kay's mouth and the old man's stick began to build up a rhythm.

Without warning the stick was removed and presented to Cristel's mouth for her to lick clean, before being replaced into Kay's now hungry cunt.

Kay then felt Cristel's mitt moving down her wooden leg. Leaning further forward, Cristel pulled Kay's knees and then her thighs Soon she felt the warm breath and knife of her strict mistress gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a huge cock head word found its way across Kay's poke detrition at Cristel's extremely wet fuck pickle. In extreme close up she saw the giant cock head bury itself abstruse in Cristel's cunt, the heavy greyness haired balls brushing her forehead.

A wave of pleasure began to overcome her as the wooden phallus was introduced to her arse.

"Ooooh Thank you. Sir. Please… Please may I have another in my cunt ?"Kay found herself saying, taking momentary rest from sucking Cristel's mound.

She heard a old man's voice."You heard the young madam. I think we should oblige."And before long she felt a dick find its way between her snatch back talk, gently teasing her.

"Mmmm"she moaned, her mouth again full of female flesh.

But the cock kept rubbing and ribbing, and again she broke off from her cunt sucking obligation,"Please… Please, I need it… spliff in in me."she moaned.

"Oh there you go."she heard another voice say as the prick slipped into her much like a ship being launched down the jetty. Slowly at first but speeding up as the length went deeper.

She felt him rubbing against the wooden dildo up her arse. Cristel's tongue expertly caressing her clitoris.

It was all getting a bit much.

But she wouldn't be the first.

She saw at very close quarters the dent that was buried deep in Irene began to find fault up pace. Amidst meretricious groans the motherfucker withdrew, the testis swirling in the ball sack, the putz flexing and twitch, as time and again the headland of the turncock unleashed cloudburst of cum., splashing Irene's can and cunt yap, dribbling swinging and cascading onto Kay's face.

"Oh ja… More… more…"she heard Cristel command. And on cue another cock replaced the initiative. Thicker, myopic and more veiny that the number 1, this old hammer was soon hammering away, sticky cum coating the lance.

Then it was the turn of the shaft fucking Kay. The pace of the fucking picked up and that too was soon flexing away, spasming inside her. Although unable to see, as it withdrew she felt the warm goo dribble out down between her asshole cheeks. And that dick too was soon replaced by another.

But it was to be Cristel's turn future. Kay felt Cristel's peg quiver. She felt the cleaning woman moan loudly, and pass herself up, her pussy pulling away from Kay's mouth and onto the dense cock that was fucking her.

"Ja… Oh ja. Fuuuuck… ja…"Cristel moaned as she writhed. Kay felt Cristel's eyeglass pin onto her stomach.

Cristel rolled off Kay and lay down beside her on the table.

Kay soon found her own legs quiver. Wave upon wave of pleasure was beginning to flood out her. Her eyes rolled back and she became blissfully unaware of everything else around her as she had the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had. And, as she regained control of her common sense, she found herself surrounded by gurning old men frantically tugging their pricking, revelling in the spectacle of this big-titted beauty thrashing around in ecstasy.

Hot cum splattered over her face, covering her os frontale, running off her nose and across her face. Covering her backtalk. Covering her pap. Pools of it gathered in the line of her uniform.

With everyone spent, Crystel leant over and began to figure out the sloppy mess from Kay's case.

As their brim met they enjoyed a long lingering kiss, spit rolling together, toying with the cum that spatted both their faces. Momentarily Crystel stopped and pulled away."So, will you be back next week ? There is so much more to do here…"

"Oh yes. Of course"replied Kay, a big grinning crossed her cum smeared face."I can't wait. ”