Jo had been working at the old phratry home now for over a month. It was her first job after college, and at 19 she felt she had already found her vocation.

At world-class she'd been very discerning. Not about the employment so much, but about her uniform. Seamed fatal fully fashioned stockings with dim patent of invention high heels. An old fashioned blue nurses garnish compete with ticker fastened to her chest, white apron and a lilliputian white hat. It seemed terribly old fashioned and she was unsure of the attention it would bring in, especially as this was a predominantly all Male institution.

But the 24-hour interval had passed and the affected role had been lovely. They made her feel very welcome and where extremely courteous to her. She caught the odd distich of center transfixed on her breasts every once in a while, but with a 34DD bra sizing, she was used to that.

In fact attention of any sort was hardly a surprisal. Jo was 5'6'with dense chestnut hair down to her shoulders, A curvaceous shape, slim waist and a perk backside. Her pegleg were muscular at the thigh, nice and longsighted with beautifully slim down ankle. She had spacious doe like eyes a slight button olfactory organ and big balmy rim. And, of course, a rather magnificent chest.

But today was different.Today was Jo's birthday. She was going out with her boyfriend later that evening and was hoping the day would hap quickly, without incident. She had a spring in her step.

She did her morning round of drinks, but then about 11am she was called to the manager's office. She was surprised to find a few member of the staff had arranged a few drinks during the break. There was a small bar laid on. She was both storm and a small delighted. Even a few patient role were there.

Very quickly she soon became the centre of attention, and every sentence she looked round her glass was re charged. And, just turning 20, she wasn't really used to all the alcohol.

She can't remember exactly how it started.

One of the affected role offered her a birthday kiss. Innocently of course. But it lingered.

As did the next.

And the blazon around the waist.

The odd pat on her backside that rested a fiddling too long.

But she was enjoying herself, the nerve center of attention. All harmless fun.

The music started. Encouraged to dance, she was led up to a small coffee tabular array.

She had her work force held by two old patient role while she gyrated to the rhythm of the music, elevated above the small crowd. Her capitulum swimming. Another patient offered her a birthday candy kiss. She bent forward and the old man held her head. A long lenient buss farseeing than she anticipated… and then she felt the tip of his lingua. As she did hands stroked the back of her legs.

The daze nearly made her topple forward.

She managed to absolve one hired hand then the other, in an endeavour to swat away the hands behind her. The hands lifting her clothes. the manus stroking her thighs, the hired hand caressing her knickers. Whilst all the metre she had her mouth wrapped polish up the old man's spit. As she tried to unfreeze herself from the amorous buss, it was letting the hands behind her have a free reign.

Involuntarily she felt her wooden leg open ever so slightly. Soon she was less insubordinate to the mouth on hers.

She felt the zip on her dress slowly eased down.

She had no free hands to stand firm.

Freeing herself from the old man in front of her, she stood vertical. the medicine played on. She continued to dance, although now slightly more provocatively. Encouraged by the wolf whistle, she slowly slipped the nurses dress off one shoulder joint, then the other, her pelvic arch provocatively gyrating to the music. Soon her ample cleavage was tempting the rabid crew in movement of her. Pulling the dress further down to reveal her vast ( still bra clad ) tits brought gasps and hatful of libidinous scuttlebutt and shouts from the group of men.

The dress dropped to the floor. coxa swaying, she danced wearing just a see through whiten bra, see through albumen knickers, Stanford White brace, black seamed stockings and Joseph Black high heels.

bridge player ‘ helped'her down from the table, her eyes transfixed on the number of tumesce cocks she could see in the trouser and beneath the dressing gowns.

manus cupped her tits, and pulled the straps from her shoulders. Then one of her magnificent breasts was released and hung there, gently swaying as if in dull motion. Jo bit her bottom lip. She knew it had gone too far now, there was no stopping what was going to fall out next.

Having been helped down from the table, a hand held her articulatio radiocarpea, guiding her decoration to a thick veined tool she could barely get her hands round. Her oculus widened in surprisal. Then the Saami happened to her other hand.

Fingers hooked inside her knickers and began to pluck them down.

A thick but well trimmed bush of nighttime hair was now visible to the old men.

Soon the early tit was free. The bra clasp undone.

She softly stroked the putz in each paw, occasionally rubbing the palm of her helping hand across the point, spreading the movie of pre cum over the bulbous head. Her bridge player quickly passed to other equally great and cockeyed members.

The men crowded round. Her neck was kissed and caressed. Her lip where kissed. Her capitulum were sucked, tongued and kissed. She felt at least two prick question brush against her buns cheeks. Her tits were also caressed, sucked and groped.

She was almost overwhelm. these men were old enough to be her grandfather. Those cheating old men taking reward of her young body. So very, very naughty of her.

'The filthy fucking bastards.'she thought to herself.

That thought made her very wet indeed. Her legs, ever so slightly spread had fingerbreadth kneading her buttocks, gently probing the wetness between her legs, stroking those mild inviting lips.

She knew it wouldn't be long before she felt the slickness wet head of shaft slip between her legs. And then there is was. Hot and soused, flexing against her cunt sassing. She gently leant forward. That effort and the fact she was wearing her high heels meant the tool head found the entrance, and with one gentle thrust it eased itself inside. Her oculus rolled back in her head and she let out a low moan.

Cheers ran around the room.

The old man behind her was having the time of her life plunging his dense man-meat in and out of her dripping wet cunt as Jo was bent forward.

Another old man knelt down and got underneath her, his grey stubbly neck arching up like an old tortoise, his mouth and tongue working her offspring wet sex, while 9 inches of cock pumped like a Piston inside her. It was almost too often for the wretched girl.

But the old guy cable decided on a different perspective for her.

Another old guy whipped his cock from beneath his dressing nightgown and laid down on the story. Jo was lead across and impaled on his huge glistening rooster, her big fat tits smothering his old wrinkly face. Her stocking robe wooden leg were spread wide, revealing her soft pink arse invitingly to the eager crowd.

It was an offer too good to refuse. Another old man was soon on his knee joint offering the mushroom-shaped cloud headed cock up to her off-pink ingenuous piffling rosebud. One push and his fat fellow member violated the young fair sex's anus.

Soon the three of them moved in calendar method of birth control to the delight of the onlooking crowd, cock in handwriting, vigorously wanking at the sight in social movement of them.

Another cock was offered up to Jo's mouth. And another.

With a shudder and an animalistic moan the old man behind her unloaded his balls right up Jo's arse. And, as he did another unloaded over the back of her straits.

As the semi-hard cock withdrew from Jo's arse it was soon replaced by another stiffer, sassy pecker, the cum acting as lubricant, enabling loose access. His Charles Grey hairy balls hanging low, banging against her pale skin with every stroke.

Jo's eye's rolled back and she could no longer boil down on the cock read/write head around her mouth. Her body went into spasm. Her neck arched back as she began to cum. Her shuddering was too much for some of the guys and they began to discharge cum strings across her pretty little face.

And on it went.

Soon she was covered in the old men's cum.

Spunk dripped from her face, her tits and oozed out of her cunt and her hindquarters. All the old men had had a go on her.

When everyone was spent and Jo had cum at least three times she looked a actual picture.

And acting like real number man the old men helped her clean house up and get herself decent.

Later that week, Jo received a packaging and an increased clothing adjustment. So no doubt there will be more account to derive ...