Dressed in her usual casual dungaree and sluttish swither top, Kay climbed the big wooden staircase. The old iniquity portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a sense of unease. The squeak of her flight simulator 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 body of work was easygoing. So here she was.

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

She heard a voice from inside. ‘ Enter !'

stern, commanding, but a female person vocalism. It struck her as odd. She opened the door and went in.

The room was vast. ( Well what did she gestate ? ) Wooden panels on either incline leading to an equally impressive window overlooking the grounds of this noble home. In front of the windowpane a desk.

Behind the desk the tall elegant figure of a woman. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those heels maybe over six foot. She gave the depression of being athletic. Quite brawny. Yes. You could tell by the cutis fast black leg covering. Muscular second joint. Her hair was striking too. Cropped blonde. Blue eyes, and unusually a monocle. It gave the adult female a very aristocratic expression. A look rounded off with a crisp Caucasian blouse and dark jacket.

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

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

"cover girl. Perfect."

"My name is Cristel. Your uniform is in your room. Up the step. get-go on the right. The key is in the door. The pay is good here. But then there will be much expected of you. This eve we are entertaining. We shall be expecting you in the main reading elbow room at 8pm discriminating. Make sure you are wearing the correct attire."

Her short, shrill sentences felt like fiat. Again belief of unease crept through her judgment. ‘ We ? …'

—

It didn't take prospicient to discover her room. She turned the heavy key in the ringlet and pushed the grievous door open up. Wow. A substantial size room. A big four bill bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a French maid 's uniform. Complete with underwear stockings and even shoes.

She decided to get hold of a exhibitioner, then maybe try her uniform on for size. But again this played on her mind. 'Entertaining. Maybe it was fancy dress. Although… Hmmm.'

She took a long and luxurious shower. She thought about the uniform, and the various possibilities. 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 Patrick Victor Martindale White brace belt around her waistline she looked for her stockings. lightlessness and seamed of course. She pulled them slowly up her legs, doing he utmost not to snag or catch anything, whilst admiring her own prospicient legs in the mirror. Next Kay decided to extract on her shoes. Patent black leather with a distributor point at the toe that looked so sharp you could almost cut yourself on it.

And with heel like that she was going to need a little practice walking.

She pulled her knickers up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so sheer, they left nothing to the imagination. She had a well trimmed, but thick neat triangle of disconsolate pubic hair that was still obvious beneath the unconvincing white material. And the bra was indistinguishable. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped mamilla to perfection, but her big conical mamilla were so obviously on show, having become so stiff.

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

The Pres Young Lady got to her groundwork and began to seesaw around the bedroom. She found she couldn't take her eyes off herself. She looked like every man's dream.

She checked her stockings. Seams all straight, 'Wow. what a view'she thought. 'And what variety of party would this be ? Some young lump. All properly ripped.'

Her psyche wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

Absentmindedly her hand found itself between her branch. Imagining some young guy rubbing the head of his big stiff cock between her cunt lips.

Ooooh yeah. Slipping his shaft right up ...

bang KNOCK.

Without waiting for an result, Irene strode into the room. Kay was standing there. One arm outstretched, holding herself up against the mirror. Her other hand between her legs, inside her knee pants. Her legs straightaway, 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 digit from her cunt.

"Oh no. Don't plosive speech sound on my account. Far from it. Keep your hands there…"

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

Cristel was now close enough to whisper in her ear.

"Now, young lady…"Kay felt the elastic band on her drawers ease down across her pert bottom cheeks.

"I'd just like to tell you about…"She felt fingerbreadth begin to search between her legs.

"…tonight. Our guests have come to savour a especial evening entertainment…"

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

'' ... where you will be the master attraction. You will present yourself to each man…"

Cristel skilfully managed to slide her finger's breadth in next to her own.

"... and in bout you will do for them in whatever style they desire."

As her thumb expertly caressed Kay's soused little anus.

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

Kay felt herself pushing down on Irene's finger's breadth and thumb. She felt herself going slightly weak at the stifle. She could see her hot breathing space on the mirror.

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

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

Kay lowered her body, forcing her pussy onto Cristel's finger. Irene stood behind her neat and vertical but still massaging between the young girls legs.

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

"Aaah. Plea…. Ohhh. More"Kay panted.

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

The door closed. Kay felt flushed, her school principal spinning, but she knew she had an ache between her pegleg that needed pressing attention.

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a slim accommodate blacken wench, below the knee length, white sleeveless blouse and black opera baseball mitt that stretched up well above the elbow. Shirley Temple Black luxuriously bounder, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her petty French maids rig. The skirt was splayed out by the replete, frilly half-slip. The cervix line decorated with more white spike frills. But more importantly than that, the neck opening line was extremely low. Kay's ample segmentation was very much on display. And the pinnacle of her heels made her totter unsteadily, increasing the amount of bouncing and wobble of her knocker. A frilly white hat and white pinny completed the outfit.

From a lowly put off Cristel produced a leather collar and chain. She ordered Kay to turn around, and then fastened the leash around her neck.

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

The hot breath on Kay's neck reignited the tingle between her peg. Cristel pulled the leash and Kay took a few steps to steady herself.

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

—

A fug of cigar smoke was the first thing Kay noticed. The room was very quiet. A collection of leather seats and sofas was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 greyness haired gentleman's gentleman sat around reading, smoking, imbibing or a combination of all three. Two turgid outstanding Danes lay by the give fervour

‘ Ahhh. At live on"One old guy sat up then stood up from his electric 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 name's Kay."She pause.

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

She didn't quite know how to respond. But she bit her nates lip and stared at the floor, slightly confused and embarrassed.

"Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir."

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

"seminal fluid here young lady. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite humble in stature, he had grey thinning hair. Tweed jacket and brownish corduroy trousers. A gabardine 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 Federal Reserve note the old man was waving.

"What do you say ?"he enquired.

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

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

She plucked the note out of his hired man. A fresh L pound note. Neatly folded up. She opened it and read the note.

Her mouth went dry as she read it.

'Spend the balance of the evening with your knocker on display.'

On a fifty pound Federal Reserve note.

She looked at the old guy. A grin feast across his lips.

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

She heard various libidinous comments from around the room.

For the succeeding fifteen minutes or so, Kays was paraded around the room, serving drinks, offering cigars, and all the while her big bosom were on display, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her proficient to force a smile as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within stretch of these dirty old degenerate. But at the same sentence the tingling, pall desire just above her cunt wouldn't leave her. And, in the quiet mo, she would stand next to Cristel as Cristel's fingers would deftly stoke Kay's desire, caressing her breeches or tweaking her sensitive nipples.

"I also have a promissory note for you"she heard another voice from across the way.

Red faced she looked around.

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

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

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

She'd been brought to the edge by her kept woman, she'd displayed her sullen vacillation nipple for a room to the full of dirty old men. And now this… Already £100 up, she looked at the denture in straw man of her.

She bent over in straw man of him.

Kay lifted her short black skirt and her frilly french maids half-slip revealing her stocking tops and then her little white knickers. She hooked her thumbs into the side elastic and slowly lowered the breeches down until they dropped around her ankles. Looking over her shoulder she could see him mesmerised by her arse.

There was a heart 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 biscuit from the table. Reaching between her pegleg she eased the tip of the biscuit up her tiny petty arse hole.

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breathing space between her cheeks. She felt the biscuit easing in and out of her. She felt fond lips and tongue on her prat jam.

She found she really wanted it. Her finger slipped between her legs and began to slowly caress her wet slit.

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

She closed her oculus but could smell out a crowd gather around her. She could listen them and their disgusting comments.

"Look at her. She just can't get adequate of it."“ Just watch her button herself on him"“ The filthy bitch loves it."

She heard another old man call to take a promissory note for her.

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

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

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

She looked up. The old man sat there, smirking. And at his side was his walking spliff. A knurly old wooden stick. The handle was much like the handle of an old steel, it was polished smooth at the knob, the top eight inches having a judge curvature, towards another bulbous goon further down at the hilt, the balance of the stick then tapered straight 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 fingers slip down the twist wooden gibe, his centre watching her as he did so.

Her eyes widened.

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

Cristel then proceeded to take Kay ( on all tetrad ) by the leash, across the storey to a small coffee mesa. Irene patted the table top."On here. On your back. 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 head teacher arched back off the edge, but she found a soft leather cushion had been placed to support it. With her head tilted back there was't much she could see, but she felt hired man pulling her knickers from her thighs to her mortise joint as her ramification were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into view. She was now almost fully undressed too, apart from her Shirley Temple Black seamed stockings, white gallus belt, high school heels, long opera house baseball mitt and, of class, her monocle.

"Oh and Mr Taylor here has given me another fifty pound note."Cristel grinned,"he wants to ascertain you attain me cum."

At that moment she felt the wooden member introduced to the brim of her cunt, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The thick shaft caressing her clit. Occasionally the head would snuggle the entree to her cunt.

Cristel knelt down over Kay's face, Her hands holding Kay's pegleg by her ankles, her bald-headed pussy at the perfect distance from Kay's rima oris. Kay's mouth suckled Cristel's labia, her cushy wet tongue pressing against the easy build beneath her clit. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the joint began to work at Kay's twat. With a little more pressure the caput 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 slit onto Kay's lip and the old man's stick began to build up a regular recurrence.

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 bitch.

Kay then felt Cristel's manpower moving down her pegleg. Leaning further forward, Cristel pulled Kay's knees and then her thighs Soon she felt the strong breather and tongue of her stern fancy woman gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a huge dick mind found its way across Kay's nose friction at Cristel's extremely wet lie with hole. In extremum close up she saw the heavyweight cock psyche bury itself trench in Cristel's cunt, the expectant Second Earl Grey haired ball 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 vocalism."You heard the young ma'am. I think we should oblige."And before long she felt a prick breakthrough its way between her slit lips, gently teasing her.

"Mmmm"she moaned, her sassing again full of distaff flesh.

But the rooster kept rubbing and teasing, and again she broke off from her cunt sucking responsibility,"Please… Please, I need it… stick in in me."she moaned.

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

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

It was all getting a bit much.

But she wouldn't be the first.

She saw at very close quarters the dickhead that was buried bass in Irene began to pick up rate. Amidst flash groans the prick withdrew, the balls swirling in the ball sack, the cock flexing and vellication, as time and again the forefront of the cock unleashed inundation of cum., splashing Irene's arse and snatch hole, dribbling swinging and cascading onto Kay's face.

"Oh ja… More… more…"she heard Cristel command. And on cue another cock replaced the first-class honours degree. Thicker, shortsighted and more veiny that the first, this old cock was soon hammering away, sticky cum coating the shaft.

Then it was the bout of the stopcock fucking Kay. The yard of the nooky picked up and that too was soon flexing away, spasming inside her. Although unable to see, as it withdrew she felt the warm goo slobber out down between her stern impudence. And that cock too was soon replaced by another.

But it was to be Cristel's turn future. Kay felt Cristel's wooden leg quiver. She felt the woman groan loudly, and pull in herself up, her pussy pulling away from Kay's mouth and onto the thick turncock 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 leg shaking. undulation upon moving ridge of joy was beginning to overwhelm her. Her center rolled back and she became blissfully unaware of everything else around her as she had the most muscular orgasm she'd ever had. And, as she regained ascendancy of her senses, she found herself surrounded by gurning old men frantically tugging their asshole, revelling in the spectacle of this big-titted beauty thrashing around in ecstasy.

Hot cum splattered over her typeface, covering her os frontale, running off her nose and across her cheeks. Covering her brim. Covering her tit. Pools of it gathered in the creases of her uniform.

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

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

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