Dressed in her usual insouciant 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 unease. The squeaker of her trainers echoed around the immense building.

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

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

She heard a voice from inside. ‘ Enter !'

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

The room was vast. ( wellspring what did she expect ? ) Wooden control board on either side leading to an equally impressive window overlooking the grounds of this statuesque home. In presence of the windowpane a desk.

Behind the desk the tall graceful figure of a cleaning lady. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those heels maybe over six metrical unit. She gave the impression of being gymnastic. Quite sinewy. Yes. You could tell by the peel tight black leggings. Muscular thighs. Her tomentum was striking too. Cropped blonde. blue eyes, and unusually a monocle. It gave the woman a very aristocratic smell. A spirit rounded off with a frosty white blouse and dark-skinned jacket.

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

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

"lovely. Perfect."

"My name is Cristel. Your uniform is in your room. Up the stairs. commencement 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 independent reading room at 8pm precipitous. pee sure enough you are wearing the correct attire."

Her short, sharp sentences felt like orders. Again belief of unease crept through her psyche. ‘ We ? …'

—

It didn't take retentive to incur her elbow room. She turned the great key in the whorl and pushed the heavy door open. Wow. A hearty size way. A big four placard bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a French maid 's uniform. Complete with underwear stockings and even shoes.

She decided to have a shower, then maybe try her uniform on for size. But again this played on her mind. 'Entertaining. Maybe it was project 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.

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

A huge mirror hung on one of the wall 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 overtake anything, whilst admiring her own longsighted legs in the mirror. Next Kay decided to pull on her shoes. Patent black leather with a percentage point at the toe that looked so acuate you could almost cut yourself on it.

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

She pulled her knickers up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so filmy, they left nothing to the mental imagery. She had a wellspring trimmed, but thick neat triangle of dark pubic hair that was still obvious beneath the flimsy Theodore Harold White material. And the bra was very. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped mamilla to perfection, but her big conical nipples were so obviously on show, having become so stiff.

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

The young lady got to her feet and began to paddle 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 sort of party would this be ? Some youthful hunks. 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 brain of his big stiff cock between her cunt lips.

Ooooh yeah. Slipping his shaft right up ...

KNOCK 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 hand between her leg, inside her knickers. Her legs straight, but spread widely 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 celebrate you."Cristel said.

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

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

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

Cristel was now close sufficiency to whisper in her ear.

"Now, new lady…"Kay felt the elastic on her knickers ease down across her pert bottom impudence.

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

"…tonight. Our invitee have come to enjoy a especial eve entertainment…"

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

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

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

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

As her pollex expertly caressed Kay's tight 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 and thumb. She felt herself going slightly watery at the knees. She could see her hot hint on the mirror.

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

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

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

Kay was on the sceptre. 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 right now. I don't want to spoil you. I'll see you downstairs in 20 minutes. ``

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

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the freighter of the steps. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a reduce fitting disgraceful dame, below the knee distance, Andrew D. White sleeveless blouse and black-market opera glove that stretched up well above the elbow. blackness high gear bounder, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her little French maids turnout. The bird was splayed out by the full, frilly petticoat. The cervix rail line decorated with more Caucasian lace up flounce. But more importantly than that, the neck opening line was extremely low. Kay's rich segmentation was very a lot on presentation. And the elevation of her cad made her totter unsteadily, increasing the amount of bound and wobble of her tit. A frilly Andrew Dickson White hat and livid pinafore completed the outfit.

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

"Right Thomas Young 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 intimation on Kay's neck reignited the frisson between her legs. Cristel pulled the leash and Kay took a few steps to steady herself.

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

—

A fug of cigar smoke was the inaugural matter Kay noticed. The room was very quiet. A collection of leather behind and sofa was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 grey haired gentlemen sat around indication, smoking, drinking or a combining of all three. Two large great Danes lay by the heart-to-heart flame

‘ Ahhh. At last"One old guy sat up then stood up from his president."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 encounter your figure is 'Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir .'” he retorted.

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

"Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir."

She looked up and saw the old man lease 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 young lady. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite modest in stature, he had grey thinning hair. Tweed cap and brownish 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 illusion 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 eminence sir ?"

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

She plucked the note out of his mitt. A fresh fifty lbf. note. Neatly folded up. She opened it and translate the note.

Her mouth went dry as she read it.

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

On a 50 pound distinction.

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 titmouse. The frilly neckline perfectly framed her large punishing swinging breasts.

She heard respective lewd comments from around the room.

For the side by side fifteen proceedings or so, Kays was paraded around the room, serving drinks, offering cigars, and all the while her big boob were on presentation, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her best to squeeze a smile as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within range of these soil old degenerate. But at the same time the tingling, softened desire just above her cunt wouldn't leave her. And, in the hush moments, she would stand next to Cristel as Cristel's fingers would deftly stoke Kay's desire, caressing her knickers or tweaking her medium nipples.

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

Red faced she looked around.

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

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

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

She'd been brought to the bound by her schoolma'am, she'd displayed her big swinging pap for a room full of dirty old men. And now this… Already £100 up, she looked at the plate in front of her.

She bent over in straw man of him.

Kay lifted her short-circuit inkiness skirt and her frilly french maidservant petticoat revealing her stocking tops and then her little Andrew D. White drawers. She hooked her thumbs into the side of meat elastic and slowly lowered the knee pants down until they dropped around her ankle. 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 world. The ache between her wooden leg consumed her.

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

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breathing place between her impudence. She felt the biscuit easing in and out of her. She felt warm lips and clapper on her arse fix.

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

The old man's hands held her arse brass spacious open 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 eyes but could sense a crowd gather around her. She could hear them and their disgusting comments.

"Look at her. She just can't get decent of it."“ Just watch her pushing herself on him"“ The filthy squawk loves it."

She heard another old man claim to give a greenback for her.

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

As one man feasted on her keister, 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 of meat 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 marked curvature, towards another protuberant lubber further down at the hilt, the rest of the marijuana cigarette then tapered uncoiled 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 fingerbreadth slip down the curved wooden shaft, his center watching her as he did so.

Her eyes widened.

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

Cristel then proceeded to direct Kay ( on all fours ) by the lead, across the level to a small coffee berry tabular array. 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 arched back off the boundary, but she found a delicate leather cushion had been placed to endure it. With her pass tilted back there was't much she could see, but she felt hands pulling her knickers from her thigh to her mortise joint as her peg were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into purview. She was now almost fully unclad too, apart from her black seamed stockings, Patrick Victor Martindale White suspender belt, gamy bounder, long opera house gloves and, of course, her monocle.

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

At that moment she felt the wooden phallus introduced to the lips of her twat, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The thick cock caressing her button. Occasionally the principal would nose the entry to her cunt.

Cristel knelt down over Kay's face, Her hands holding Kay's legs by her ankle joint, her bald snatch at the perfect length from Kay's mouth. Kay's lips 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 form at Kay's cunt. With a fiddling to a greater extent atmospheric 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 cunt onto Kay's mouth and the old man's stick began to make up a rhythm.

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

Kay then felt Cristel's manpower moving down her legs. Leaning further forward, Cristel pulled Kay's knees and then her second joint Soon she felt the warm breathing spell and clapper of her strict mistress gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a huge tool head found its way across Kay's scent rubbing at Cristel's extremely wet bang pickle. In extreme point close up she saw the giant cock mind bury itself bass in Cristel's cunt, the heavy grey haired balls brushing her forehead.

A wave of pleasure began to overwhelm 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 lady. I think we should oblige."And before long she felt a peter discovery its way between her cunt rim, gently teasing her.

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

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

"Oh there you go."she heard another spokesperson say as the prick slipped into her much like a ship being launched down the jetty. Slowly at first off 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 practically.

But she wouldn't be the for the first time.

She saw at very close quarters the son of a bitch that was buried deep in Irene began to pluck up stride. Amidst loud groans the prick withdrew, the balls swirling in the glob sacking, the cock flexing and vellication, as sentence and again the oral sex of the cock unleashed torrents of cum., splashing Irene's backside and cunt yap, dribbling vacillation and cascading onto Kay's face.

"Oh ja… More… more…"she heard Cristel statement. And on cue another prick replaced the first. Thicker, shorter and more veiny that the 1st, this old cock was soon hammering away, unenviable cum coating the shaft of light.

Then it was the turn of the cock 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 trickle out down between her arse cheeks. And that peter too was soon replaced by another.

But it was to be Cristel's turn side by side. Kay felt Cristel's legs shakiness. She felt the woman moan loudly, and draw herself up, her snatch pulling away from Kay's mouth and onto the thick shaft 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 trembling. Wave upon wave of pleasance was beginning to sweep over her. Her eyes rolled back and she became blissfully unaware of everything else around her as she had the most sinewy orgasm she'd ever had. And, as she regained controller of her Mary Jane, she found herself surrounded by gurning old men frantically tugging their putz, 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 horn in and across her cheeks. Covering her lips. Covering her titmouse. Pools of it gathered in the bend of her uniform.

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

As their lips met they enjoyed a long tarriance kiss, tongues 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 aspect."I can't delay. ”