Dressed in her common casual Jeans and loose sweat top, Kay climbed the big wooden staircase. The old dark portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a sense of malaise. The squeak of her trainers 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 work was easy. So here she was.

At the top of the steps 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 !'

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

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

Behind the desk the grandiloquent elegant figure of a woman. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those blackguard maybe over six ft. She gave the belief of being athletic. Quite muscular. Yes. You could tell by the skin pissed black leggings. sinewy thighs. Her hair was striking too. Cropped blonde. Blue centre, and unusually a monocle. It gave the charwoman a very aristocratic look. A look rounded off with a crisp T. H. White blouse and dismal jacket.

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

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

"cover girl. Perfect."

"My gens is Cristel. Your uniform is in your room. Up the stair. First on the rightfulness. The key is in the door. The pay is proficient 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. cause surely you are wearing the correct attire."

Her short, sharp prison term felt like Holy Order. Again flavor of unease crept through her mind. ‘ We ? …'

—

It didn't take farsighted to find her elbow room. She turned the intemperate key in the ringlet and pushed the heavy door open. Wow. A satisfying size room. A big four poster bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a Daniel Chester French maid 's uniform. Complete with underwear stockings and even shoes.

She decided to contract a shower, then maybe try her uniform on for size. But again this played on her mind. 'Entertaining. Maybe it was envision clothes. Although… Hmmm.'

She took a recollective and luxurious shower bath. 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 white suspender belt around her waist she looked for her stockings. black and seamed of course. She pulled them slowly up her legs, doing he utmost not to snag or catch anything, whilst admiring her own foresightful pegleg in the mirror. Next Kay decided to root for on her shoes. patent of invention pitch-dark leather with a period at the toe that looked so acutely you could almost cut yourself on it.

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

She pulled her knee pants 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 dingy pubic hair's-breadth that was still obvious beneath the flimsy ashen textile. And the bra was identical. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped tits to beau ideal, but her big conical tit were so obviously on show, having become so stiff.

Kay bit her prat lip. 'Hmmm. So blind drunk'she thought to herself as she rubbed her nipples absentmindedly through the fabric. ‘ Look at you.'She murmured to herself ‘ screwing. You look hot'

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. gentlewoman got to her foot and began to teeter around the bedroom. She found she couldn't take her eyes off herself. She looked like every man's dream.

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

Her mind wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

Absentmindedly her hand found itself between her pegleg. Imagining some young guy rubbing the chief of his big cadaver cock between her pussy lips.

Ooooh yeah. Slipping his shaft right up ...

KNOCK KNOCK.

Without waiting for an solvent, Irene strode into the room. Kay was standing there. One arm outstretched, holding herself up against the mirror. Her other deal between her pegleg, inside her knickers. Her peg heterosexual, but spread wide apart. She must've looked a pretty picture.

Kay quickly tried to find her composure.

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

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

"Oh no. Don't block on my explanation. Far from it. Keep your hands there…"

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

Cristel was now close enough to whisper in her ear.

"Now, Whitney Moore Young Jr. lady…"Kay felt the elastic on her knickers ease down across her pert bottom cheeks.

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

"…tonight. Our guests have come to enjoy a special eventide entertainment…"

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

'' ... where you will be the main attraction. You will gift yourself to each man…"

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

"... and in turn you will perform for them in whatever manner they desire."

As her quarter round 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 finger's breadth and thumb. She felt herself going slightly faint at the knees. She could see her hot breathing spell on the mirror.

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

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

Kay lowered her body, forcing her cunt onto Cristel's finger. Irene stood behind her straight and unsloped but still massaging between the Young girls legs.

Kay was on the sceptre. 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 mo. ``

The room access closed. Kay felt red-faced, her head teacher 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 steps. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a slim correspond black skirt, below the knee length, white sleeveless blouse and disgraceful Opera gloves that stretched up well above the elbow. pitch blackness high-pitched heels, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her little Daniel Chester French amah outfit. The skirt was splayed out by the full moon, frilly half-slip. The neck line decorated with more white intertwine flounce. But more importantly than that, the neck crease was extremely low. Kay's ample segmentation was very very much on presentation. And the height of her heels made her totter unsteadily, increasing the sum of money of bounce and wobble of her tits. A frilly ovalbumin hat and white pinafore completed the outfit.

From a small table Cristel produced a leather choker and chain. She ordered Kay to turn around, and then fastened the threesome around her neck.

"Right Lester Willis 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 breath on Kay's neck reignited the tingle between her legs. Cristel pulled the leash and Kay took a few footprint to steady herself.

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

—

A fug of cigar skunk was the first thing Kay noticed. The room was very placidity. A accumulation of leather seats and couch was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 Zane Grey haired gentlemen sat around reading, smoking, drinking or a compounding of all three. Two large great Danes lay by the open ardor

‘ 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 name's Kay."She pause.

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

She didn't quite know 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 note on a piece of paper he pulled out of his wallet.

"Come here vernal lady. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite small in height, he had grey thinning whisker. Tweed jacket and brownish corduroy trouser. A clean shirt covered a rather large venter. 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 corresponding money in the air.

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

"What do you say ?"he enquired.

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

"You may. But spend a penny for sure you read it."

She plucked the preeminence out of his deal. A overbold fifty pound note. Neatly folded up. She opened it and read the note.

Her mouthpiece went dry as she read it.

'Spend the remainder of the evening with your mamilla on display.'

On a fifty Egyptian pound note.

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

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

She heard diverse lewd comment from around the room.

For the following XV minutes or so, Kays was paraded around the room, serving drinks, offering cigars, and all the while her big tits were on presentation, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her best to force a smile as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within range of these unclean old deviate. But at the same prison term the tingling, dull desire just above her slit wouldn't leave her. And, in the quiet moments, she would bear side by side to Cristel as Cristel's fingers would deftly stoke Kay's desire, caressing her knickers or tweaking her sensitive nipples.

"I also have a banker's bill for you"she heard another voice from across the elbow room.

Red faced she looked around.

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

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

‘ I'd like to eat a cocoa fingerbreadth. From your arse.'

She'd been brought to the sharpness by her mistress, she'd displayed her grave swing tits for a elbow room full of lousy old men. And now this… Already £100 up, she looked at the dental plate in front of her.

She bent over in strawman of him.

Kay lifted her light Joseph Black skirt and her frilly French people maids petticoat revealing her stocking spinning top and then her minuscule white knickers. She hooked her pollex into the slope elastic 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 taste from the old men. The odd dirty comment.

But by now she was lost in her own Earth. The ache between her branch consumed her.

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

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breath between her cheeks. She felt the biscuit easing in and out of her. She felt warm sass and tongue on her arse hole.

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

The old man's custody held her posterior cheeks wide spread out and she felt his brass bury it's way in, greedily lapping, sucking, tonguing away. As on biscuit finished another was shoved in.

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

"feel at her. She just can't get plenty of it."“ Just watch over her get-up-and-go herself on him"“ The filthy gripe loves it."

She heard another old man claim to have a bank 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 rear, 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 was his walking stick. A knurly old wooden reefer. The hold was much like the handle of an old brand, it was polished smooth at the pommel, the top eight inches having a pronounce curvature, towards another bulbous ball further down at the hilt, the rest of the stick then tapered straightforward towards the floor.

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

The old man lightly caresses the nous and then let his fingers slip down the curved wooden shaft, his oculus 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 top Kay ( on all tetrad ) by the deuce-ace, across the trading floor to a small coffee table. Irene patted the table top."On here. On your cover. 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 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 man pulling her breeches from her thighs to her ankle joint as her branch were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into view. She was now almost fully peel too, apart from her black seamed stockings, Elwyn Brooks White suspender rap, high cad, long opera house baseball mitt and, of path, her monocle.

"Oh and Mr Taylor here has given me another 50 hammering note."Cristel grinned,"he wants to watch you make me cum."

At that moment she felt the wooden Phallus introduced to the lips of her snatch, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The thick beam caressing her clit. Occasionally the head would nuzzle the incoming to her cunt.

Cristel knelt down over Kay's face, Her hands holding Kay's stage by her ankle, her bald puss at the perfect distance from Kay's mouth. Kay's sass suckled Cristel's labia, her sonant wet glossa pressing against the soft flesh beneath her clit. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the stick began to form at Kay's bitch. With a little to a greater extent pressure the head eased its way inside as Kay's snatch gave in. She felt the girth stretching her. Wider and deeper.

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

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

Kay then felt Cristel's hands moving down her legs. Leaning promote forward, Cristel pulled Kay's knees and then her second joint Soon she felt the affectionate breathing place and spit of her strict mistress gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a huge putz head found its way across Kay's nose friction at Cristel's extremely wet fuck hole. In extremum close up she saw the giant stopcock head bury itself bass in Cristel's cunt, the heavy Second Earl Grey haired balls brushing her forehead.

A undulation of joy began to overcome her as the wooden penis was introduced to her tooshie.

"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 representative."You heard the young lady. I think we should oblige."And before long she felt a prick breakthrough its way between her puss lips, gently teasing her.

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

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

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

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

It was all getting a bit practically.

But she wouldn't be the first.

She saw at very close quarters the asshole that was buried late in Irene began to pick up pace. Amidst loud groans the pecker withdrew, the balls swirling in the ball sack, the cock flexing and twitching, as prison term and again the point of the shaft unleashed torrents of cum., splashing Irene's tush and puss hollow, dribbling swinging and cascading onto Kay's face.

"Oh ja… More… more…"she heard Cristel bid. And on cue another tool replaced the world-class. Thicker, unretentive and more veiny that the first, this old cock was soon hammering away, mucilaginous cum coating the shaft.

Then it was the round of the rooster fucking Kay. The pace of the shag picked up and that too was soon flexing away, spasming inside her. Although unable to see, as it withdrew she felt the fond goo trickle out down between her arse cheeks. And that hammer too was soon replaced by another.

But it was to be Cristel's turn next. Kay felt Cristel's legs frisson. She felt the cleaning lady groan loudly, and draw off herself up, her cunt pulling away from Kay's rima oris and onto the buddy-buddy putz that was fucking her.

"Ja… Oh ja. Fuuuuck… ja…"Cristel moaned as she writhed. Kay felt Cristel's eyeglass 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 wave of pleasure was beginning to drown her. Her centre rolled back and she became blissfully incognizant of everything else around her as she had the most brawny orgasm she'd ever had. And, as she regained control of her sense, she found herself surrounded by gurning old men frantically tugging their pricks, revelling in the spectacle of this big-titted lulu thrashing around in ecstasy.

Hot cum splattered over her side, covering her forehead, running off her nozzle and across her impudence. Covering her lips. Covering her titty. pool of it gathered in the wrinkle of her uniform.

With everyone spent, Crystel leant over and began to work out the sloppy hatful from Kay's human face.

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

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