Dressed in her common everyday blue jean and escaped stew top, Kay climbed the big wooden staircase. The old night portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a sense of unease. The narrow escape of her trainers echoed around the vast building.

She'd answered an ad for a maid. With fantabulous 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 sec doorway off to the left field, just as the decrepit old butler on the door had instructed.

She heard a phonation from interior. ‘ Enter !'

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

The room was vast. ( Well what did she bear ? ) Wooden instrument panel on either side leading to an equally impressive window overlooking the grounds of this stately house. In front of the window a desk.

Behind the desk the tall elegant anatomy of a cleaning lady. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those blackguard maybe over six foot. She gave the impression of being athletic. Quite mesomorphic. Yes. You could tell apart by the skin rigorous dim leging. Muscular thigh. Her hair was striking too. Cropped blonde. blue angel eyes, and unusually a monocle. It gave the womanhood a very blue-blooded look. A flavor rounded off with a frosty albumen blouse and glum jacket.

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

Kay hadn't had prison term to answer the 1st head."Er, yes. thats right. And I'm twenty."she answered awkwardly. Kay detected an stress in her voice. But she couldn't exactly place it. European perhaps.

"pin-up. Perfect."

"My gens is Cristel. Your uniform is in your room. Up the stairs. First on the right. The key is in the door. The pay is upright here. But then there will be much expected of you. This eventide we are entertaining. We shall be expecting you in the main Reading room at 8pm sharply. name sure you are wearing the correct attire."

Her short, astute sentences felt like orders. Again feelings of disquiet crept through her mind. ‘ We ? …'

—

It didn't take farsighted to encounter her room. She turned the weighed down key in the lock and pushed the heavy room access open. Wow. A substantial sizing room. A big four poster bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a French maid 's uniform. accomplished with underclothes stockings and even shoes.

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

She took a retentive and opulent rain 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 way she decided to try everything on. It was only about 7, so she'd get her time.

A huge mirror hung on one of the bulwark and she could keep an eye on herself get ready. Clipping up the white suspender bash around her waistline she looked for her stockings. Black and seamed of course of study. She pulled them slowly up her branch, doing he utmost not to snag or catch up with anything, whilst admiring her own farsighted legs in the mirror. adjacent Kay decided to draw out on her shoes. Patent melanise 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 necessitate a minuscule practice session walking.

She pulled her knickers up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so unmixed, they left nothing to the imagination. She had a well trimmed, but slurred neat triangle of dark pubic hairsbreadth that was still obvious beneath the flimsy whiteness textile. And the bra was identical. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped tits to perfection, but her big conical teat were so obviously on appearance, having become so stiff.

Kay bit her tooshie lip. 'Hmmm. So remains'she thought to herself as she rubbed her nipples absentmindedly through the material. ‘ look at you.'She murmured to herself ‘ nooky. You look hot'

The young dame got to her feet and began to paddle around the bedroom. She found she couldn't take her optic off herself. She looked like every man's dream.

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

Her mind wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

Absentmindedly her mitt found itself between her legs. Imagining some Thomas Young guy rubbing the head of his big stiff cock between her cunt lips.

Ooooh yeah. Slipping his shaft right up ...

bash 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 former script between her legs, inside her drawers. Her legs straight, but spread wide apart. She must've looked a pretty 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 ) withdraw the fingerbreadth from her cunt.

"Oh no. Don't stop on my write up. Far from it. Keep your hands there…"

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

Cristel was now close enough to whisper in her ear.

"Now, young lady…"Kay felt the elastic on her bloomers ease down across her pert fanny nerve.

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

"…tonight. Our Guest have come to enjoy a exceptional evenings entertainment…"

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

'' ... where you will be the briny drawing card. You will present yourself to each man…"

Cristel skilfully managed to slew her finger in succeeding to her own.

"... and in act you will perform for them in whatever style they desire."

As her thumb expertly caressed Kay's nasty 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 fingerbreadth and thumb. She felt herself going slightly debile at the knee joint. She could see her hot breath on the mirror.

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

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

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

Kay was on the wand. Irene pulled her deal away and licked the goo from her finger's breadth.

"Aaah. Plea…. Ohhh. to a greater extent"Kay panted.

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

The door 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 slim tally nigrify chick, below the knee distance, whitened sleeveless blouse and pitch-dark opera gloves that stretched up well above the cubital joint. Shirley Temple Black eminent heels, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her niggling Daniel Chester French maiden kit. The wench was splayed out by the full, frilly petticoat. The neck argument decorated with more white laced frill. But more importantly than that, the neck line of products was extremely low. Kay's ample cleavage was very a great deal on display. And the peak of her heels made her totter unsteadily, increasing the amount of money of bounce and wobble of her tits. A frilly white hat and white jumper completed the outfit.

From a pocket-sized shelve Cristel produced a leather strangler and chain. She ordered Kay to grow around, and then fastened the collar around her neck.

"Right youthful gentlewoman. 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 prickling between her leg. Cristel pulled the leash and Kay took a few steps to steady herself.

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

—

A fug of cigar skunk was the first matter Kay noticed. The room was very quieten. A appeal of leather seats and couch was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 grey haired valet sat around reading, smoking, drink or a combination of all three. Two large great Danes lay by the open fire

‘ Ahhh. At endure"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 detect your name is 'Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir .'” he retorted.

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

"Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir."

She looked up and saw the old man take a pen out of his top sac. He scribbled down a bank bill on a piece of theme he pulled out of his wallet.

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

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite modest in stature, he had grey thinning haircloth. gabardine jacket and brown cord pant. A Edward Douglas White Jr. shirt covered a rather boastfully abdomen. 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 the old man was waving.

"What do you say ?"he enquired.

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

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

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

Her sassing went dry as she read it.

'Spend the relief of the even with your tit on display.'

On a fifty pound note.

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

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

She heard assorted lewd comments from around the room.

For the adjacent xv transactions or so, Kays was paraded around the way, serving drink, offering cigars, and all the while her big tits were on display, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her best to draw a smile as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within scope of these unclean old deviate. But at the same clock time the tingle, dull desire just above her cunt wouldn't leave her. And, in the quiet moments, she would support following to Cristel as Cristel's fingers would deftly stoke Kay's desire, caressing her knickers or tweaking her sensitive nipples.

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

Red faced she looked around.

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

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

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

She'd been brought to the boundary by her fancy woman, she'd displayed her heavy swinging bosom for a room good of foul old men. And now this… Already £100 up, she looked at the plate in nominal head of her.

She bent over in front line of him.

Kay lifted her short black skirt and her frilly french maids half-slip revealing her stocking crown and then her little Theodore Harold White knickers. She hooked her quarter round into the incline elastic and slowly lowered the knickers down until they dropped around her mortise joint. Looking over her shoulder she could see him mesmerised by her arse.

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

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

She reached out and pulled a thin chocolate covered biscuit from the board. Reaching between her legs she eased the tip of the biscuit up her tiny minuscule 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 lips and glossa on her prat hole.

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

The old man's manpower held her arse cheeks wide loose and she felt his face bury it's way in, greedily lapping, sucking, tonguing away. As on cooky finished another was shoved in.

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

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

She heard another old man claim to have got a tone 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 rear, 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 stick. A knurly old wooden stick. The handle was much like the handle of an old sword, it was polished smooth at the pommel, the top eight inches having a articulate curvature, towards another bulbous lump further down at the hilt, the rest of the reefer then tapered square towards the floor.

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

The old man lightly caresses the headspring and then let his fingers slip down the curl wooden dick, his eyes 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 rise the wooden prick."

Cristel then proceeded to precede Kay ( on all tetrad ) by the leash, across the trading floor to a minuscule coffee table. 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 chief arched back off the boundary, but she found a soft leather cushion had been placed to patronage it. With her chief tilted back there was't very much she could see, but she felt handwriting pulling her knickers from her thighs to her articulatio talocruralis as her legs were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into view. She was now almost fully unclad too, apart from her black seamed stockings, white suspender swath, high heels, long opera house gloves and, of course, her monocle.

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

At that import she felt the wooden member introduced to the back talk of her bitch, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The thick shaft caressing her clit. Occasionally the head would nest the entranceway to her cunt.

Cristel knelt down over Kay's case, Her hands holding Kay's stage by her mortise joint, her bald snatch at the perfect distance from Kay's sassing. Kay's lip suckled Cristel's labia, her soft wet glossa pressing against the balmy flesh beneath her button. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the reefer began to work at Kay's pussy. With a little more than pressure the question eased its way inside as Kay's twat gave in. She felt the girth stretching her. Wider and deeper.

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

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

Kay then felt Cristel's hands moving down her legs. Leaning farther forward, Cristel pulled Kay's knees and then her thighs Soon she felt the strong breather and knife of her rigid mistress gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a vast cock question found its way across Kay's scent rubbing at Cristel's extremely wet be intimate fix. In extreme close up she saw the giant cock head bury itself deep in Cristel's cunt, the heavy grey haired chunk brushing her forehead.

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

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

She heard a old man's vocalisation."You heard the Cy Young lady. I think we should oblige."And before farseeing she felt a prick find its way between her bitch back talk, gently teasing her.

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

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

"Oh there you go."she heard another voice say as the pricking slipped into her often like a ship being launched down the bulwark. Slowly at beginning but speeding up as the distance went deeper.

She felt him rubbing against the wooden dildo up her rear end. 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 prick that was buried deep in Irene began to pick up yard. Amidst loud groans the mother fucker withdrew, the balls swirling in the ball dismissal, the cock flexing and twitching, as time and again the top dog of the cock unleashed torrents of cum., splashing Irene's seat and pussy gob, dribbling swinging and cascading onto Kay's face.

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

Then it was the turn of the cock 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 lovesome goo trickle out down between her arse cheek. And that tool too was soon replaced by another.

But it was to be Cristel's turn adjacent. Kay felt Cristel's branch quiver. She felt the woman moan loudly, and draw herself up, her cunt pulling away from Kay's sassing and onto the stocky 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 palpitation. Wave upon wave of pleasure was beginning to overwhelm her. Her centre 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 dominance of her senses, she found herself surrounded by gurning old men frantically tugging their pricks, revelling in the spectacle of this big-titted beauty thrashing around in ecstasy.

Hot cum splattered over her boldness, covering her forehead, running off her nose and across her cheeks. Covering her lips. Covering her knocker. Pools of it gathered in the crinkle of her uniform.

With everyone spent, Crystel leant over and began to thrash the sloughy 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 side by side week ? There is so much More to do here…"

"Oh yes. Of path"replied Kay, a big smile crossed her cum smeared typeface."I can't time lag. ”