Dressed in her usual nonchalant Jeans and release swither top, Kay climbed the big wooden stairway. The old dark portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a sentiency of uneasiness. The close call of her trainer echoed around the vast building.

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

At the top of the stairs she looked for the second door off to the left field, just as the decrepit old Butler on the door had instructed.

She heard a vocalisation from inside. ‘ Enter !'

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

The room was vast. ( fountainhead what did she wait ? ) Wooden gore on either side leading to an equally impressive window overlooking the cause of this noble domicile. In front of the window a desk.

Behind the desk the magniloquent elegant soma of a woman. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those heels maybe over six fundament. She gave the impression of being athletic. Quite brawny. Yes. You could evidence by the skin blind drunk black leggings. Muscular thighs. Her hair was striking too. Cropped blonde. Blue eyes, and unusually a monocle. It gave the char a very blue-blooded look. A look rounded off with a crisp white blouse and moody jacket.

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

Kay hadn't had meter to resolve the low question."Er, yes. thats right. And I'm twenty."she answered awkwardly. Kay detected an accent in her representative. But she couldn't exactly place it. European perhaps.

"Lovely. Perfect."

"My name is Cristel. Your uniform is in your room. Up the stair. First on the right. 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 main reading room at 8pm needlelike. Make sure you are wearing the rectify attire."

Her short, sharp time felt like orders. Again feelings of unease crept through her mind. ‘ We ? …'

—

It didn't take farseeing to rule her room. She turned the overweight key in the lock and pushed the backbreaking door open. Wow. A substantial sizing way. A big four poster bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a Gallic maiden 's uniform. Complete with underwear stockings and even shoes.

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

She took a long and deluxe exhibitioner. She thought about the uniform, and the various hypothesis. 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 watch herself get ready. Clipping up the Stanford White gallus bang around her waistline she looked for her stockings. Black and seamed of course of study. She pulled them slowly up her stage, doing he utmost not to snag or catch anything, whilst admiring her own long leg in the mirror. adjacent Kay decided to pluck on her shoes. Patent black leather with a point at the toe that looked so crisp you could almost cut yourself on it.

And with heels like that she was going to need a short practice walking.

She pulled her breeches up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so sheer, they left nil to the vision. She had a well trimmed, but thick neat triangle of dark pubic haircloth that was still obvious beneath the slight Theodore Harold White material. And the bra was indistinguishable. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped tits to perfection, but her big conic tit were so obviously on show, having become so stiff.

Kay bit her bottomland lip. 'Hmmm. So stiff'she thought to herself as she rubbed her nipples absentmindedly through the fabric. ‘ flavor at you.'She murmured to herself ‘ Fuck. You look hot'

The youthful lady got to her understructure and began to seesaw around the bedroom. She found she couldn't take her oculus off herself. She looked like every man's dream.

She checked her stockings. line all straight, 'Wow. what a eyeshot'she thought. 'And what sort of company 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 peg. Imagining some vernal guy rubbing the pass of his big remains cock between her cunt lips.

Ooooh yeah. Slipping his beam of light right up ...

knocking KNOCK.

Without waiting for an answer, Irene strode into the room. Kay was standing there. One arm outstretched, holding herself up against the mirror. Her other paw between her legs, inside her knickers. Her wooden leg straight, but spread wide apart. She must've looked a reasonably picture.

Kay quickly tried to regain her composure.

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

Cristel approached and Kay began to ( rather embarrassingly ) remove the finger's breadth from her cunt.

"Oh no. Don't catch on my account. Far from it. Keep your mitt there…"

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

Cristel was now close enough to whisper in her ear.

"Now, young lady…"Kay felt the rubber band on her knickers ease down across her pert merchant ship nerve.

"I'd just like to order you about…"She felt finger begin to explore between her legs.

"…tonight. Our invitee have come to enjoy a particular even entertainment…"

She felt Cristel's digit find her own finger's breadth two knuckles deep in her own cunt.

'' ... where you will be the main attracter. You will demonstrate yourself to each man…"

Cristel skilfully managed to slide her fingers in next to her own.

"... and in bend you will perform for them in whatever way they desire."

As her thumb expertly caressed Kay's tight piddling anus.

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

Kay felt herself pushing down on Irene's fingerbreadth and thumb. She felt herself going slightly weak at the knee joint. She could see her hot breath on the mirror.

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

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

Kay lowered her body, forcing her pussy onto Cristel's finger's breadth. Irene stood behind her true and erect but still massaging between the untried girlfriend legs.

Kay was on the brink. Irene pulled her hand away and licked the goo from her fingers.

"Aaah. Plea…. Ohhh. more than"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 door closed. Kay felt reddened, her head spinning, but she knew she had an aching between her leg that needed urgent attention.

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a slim down jibe grim dame, below the knee length, snowy sleeveless blouse and black opera house gloves that stretched up well above the elbow. lightlessness high heels, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her little French amah outfit. The skirt was splayed out by the full, frilly petticoat. The neck product line decorated with more white entwine falderol. But more importantly than that, the neck line was extremely low. Kay's ample cleavage was very a lot on display. And the height of her heels made her totter unsteadily, increasing the total of saltation and wobble of her tits. A frilly white hat and white pinafore completed the outfit.

From a humble table Cristel produced a leather garrotter and Chain. She ordered Kay to change by reversal around, and then fastened the terzetto around her neck.

"right young Lady. We're all set."Cristel whispered in her ear, and once again Cristel 's hand eased inside her knickers."Shall we enter ?"

The hot breather on Kay's neck reignited the thrill between her legs. Cristel pulled the leash and Kay took a few measure to calm herself.

Cristel pushed the door opened. And with a few pat from the cane in Cristel's deal Kay stepped through into the room.

—

A fug of cigar smoke was the beginning affair Kay noticed. The room was very quietly. A collection of leather stern and sofas was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 greyness haired gentleman's gentleman sat around reading, smoke, drink or a combination of all three. Two large great Danes lay by the loose fire

‘ Ahhh. At in conclusion"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 figure's Kay."She pause.

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

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

"Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir."

She looked up and saw the old man take a pen out of his top pocket. He scribbled down a eminence on a piece of paper he pulled out of his wallet.

"cum here Edward Young gentlewoman. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite humble in height, he had grey thinning hair. gabardine jacket and embrown corduroy trousers. A T. H. White shirt covered a rather large tummy. 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 note of hand the old man was waving.

"What do you say ?"he enquired.

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

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

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

Her mouth went dry as she read it.

'Spend the rest of the even with your mamilla on display.'

On a 50 Ezra Pound billet.

She looked at the old guy. A smile 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 gruelling swinging breasts.

She heard assorted lewd comment from around the room.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, Kays was paraded around the room, serving drinks, offering cigars, and all the while her big boob were on display, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her full to force a grinning as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within reach of these muddied old perverts. But at the same fourth dimension the tingling, deadening desire just above her slit wouldn't leave her. And, in the quiet present moment, she would stand next to Cristel as Cristel's fingerbreadth would deftly stoke Kay's desire, caressing her drawers or tweaking her medium nipples.

"I also have a bank bill for you"she heard another interpreter from across the room.

Red faced she looked around.

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

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

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

She'd been brought to the border by her mistress, she'd displayed her intemperate swinging tits for a way wax of dirty old men. And now this… Already £100 up, she looked at the plate in front man of her.

She bent over in battlefront of him.

Kay lifted her brusque opprobrious skirt and her frilly French people amah half-slip revealing her stocking tops and then her little white-hot knickers. She hooked her thumbs into the side elastic band and slowly lowered the knickers down until they dropped around her ankles. Looking over her shoulder 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 worldly concern. The ache between her legs consumed her.

She reached out and pulled a thin hot chocolate covered biscuit from the table. Reaching between her legs she eased the tip of the biscuit up her tiny little arse hole.

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breath between her cheeks. She felt the biscuit alleviation in and out of her. She felt warm up backtalk and tongue on her arse hollow.

She found she really wanted it. Her fingers slipped between her ramification and began to slowly fondle her wet slit.

The old man's hands held her arse nerve wide open and she felt his font bury it's way in, greedily lapping, sucking, tonguing away. As on biscuit finished another was shoved in.

She closed her eyes but could smell a crowd gather around her. She could hear them and their disgusting comments.

"feeling at her. She just can't get enough of it."“ Just watch her get-up-and-go herself on him"“ The cruddy bitch loves it."

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

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

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

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

She looked up. The old man sat there, smirking. And at his side of meat was his walking pin. A knurly old wooden stick. The hold was much like the handle of an old sword, it was polished smooth at the pommel, the top eight in having a pronounced curvature, towards another bulbous goon further down at the hilt, the rest of the pin then tapered direct towards the floor.

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

The old man lightly caresses the head and then let his digit slip down the sheer wooden putz, his eyes watching her as he did so.

Her optic widened.

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

Cristel then proceeded to lead Kay ( on all fours ) by the leash, across the floor to a small coffee berry table. Irene patted the table top."On here. On your vertebral column. Legs in the air."Once again Cristel sounded like she was giving orders.

The table was quite low and not quite long enough for all of her. Kay's psyche arched back off the edge, but she found a soft leather shock absorber had been placed to support it. With her head tilted back there was't much she could see, but she felt bridge player pulling her knickers from her thighs to her ankles as her leg were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into purview. She was now almost fully undressed too, apart from her black seamed stockings, white gallus belt, high gear hound, long opera gloves and, of course of study, her monocle.

"Oh and Mr Elizabeth Taylor here has given me another fifty Ezra Loomis Pound note."Cristel grinned,"he wants to watch you gain me cum."

At that moment she felt the wooden genus Phallus introduced to the rim of her slit, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The thick diaphysis caressing her clit. Occasionally the psyche would nuzzle the entry to her cunt.

Cristel knelt down over Kay's face, Her hands holding Kay's legs by her ankle, her bald cunt at the hone space from Kay's sass. Kay's lips suckled Cristel's labia, her soft wet glossa pressing against the diffused pulp beneath her button. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the stick began to ferment at Kay's cunt. With a niggling more pressure the headway eased its way inside as Kay's cunt gave in. She felt the girth stretching her. Wider and deeper.

As Kay began to involuntarily groan, it coaxed Cristel into pressing her cunt onto Kay's mouth and the old man's reefer 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 athirst cunt.

Kay then felt Cristel's hands moving down her leg. Leaning further forward, Cristel pulled Kay's stifle and then her thigh Soon she felt the strong breathing spell and natural language of her strict mistress gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a huge cock point found its way across Kay's horn in detrition at Cristel's extremely wet fuck hole. In extreme point close up she saw the giant putz head bury itself deep in Cristel's puss, the heavy grey haired testicle brushing her forehead.

A wave of pleasure began to overcome her as the wooden penis was introduced to her derriere.

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

She heard a old man's voice."You heard the young noblewoman. I think we should oblige."And before hanker she felt a peter breakthrough its way between her pussy lips, gently teasing her.

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

But the shaft kept rubbing and comb-out, and again she broke off from her bitch sucking tariff,"Please… Please, I need it… control stick in in me."she moaned.

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

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

It was all getting a bit often.

But she wouldn't be the firstly.

She saw at very close quarters the prick that was buried oceanic abyss in Irene began to blame up pace. Amidst loud groans the prick withdrew, the musket ball swirling in the ball sack, the cock flexing and twitching, as time and again the oral sex of the cock unleashed inundation of cum., splashing Irene's tooshie and puss muddle, dribbling swinging and cascading onto Kay's face.

"Oh ja… More… more…"she heard Cristel command. And on cue another rooster replaced the first. Thicker, shorter and more veiny that the first, this old cock was soon hammering away, sticky cum coating the jibe.

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

But it was to be Cristel's turn next. Kay felt Cristel's branch quiver. She felt the woman moan loudly, and draw herself up, her cunt pulling away from Kay's mouth and onto the thick dick that was fucking her.

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

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

Kay soon found her own legs quivering. Wave upon moving ridge of pleasure was beginning to overwhelm her. Her eyes rolled back and she became blissfully unaware of everything else around her as she had the most potent orgasm she'd ever had. And, as she regained control of her sensory faculty, she found herself surrounded by gurning old men frantically tugging their pricks, revelling in the spectacle of this big-titted peach thrashing around in ecstasy.

Hot cum splattered over her brass, covering her brow, running off her nose and across her cheeks. Covering her lips. Covering her breast. pool of it gathered in the creases of her uniform.

With everyone spent, Crystel leant over and began to lick the marshy mess from Kay's face.

As their lips met they enjoyed a long lingering kiss, lingua 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 to a greater extent to do here…"

"Oh yes. Of course of action"replied Kay, a big smile crossed her cum smeared boldness."I can't waiting. ”