Dressed in her usual everyday Jeans and idle sweat top, Kay climbed the big wooden staircase. The old dark portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a gumption of disquiet. The squeak of her trainer 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 piece of work was easy. So here she was.

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

She heard a interpreter from inside. ‘ Enter !'

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

The room was vast. ( well what did she have a bun in the oven ? ) Wooden control board on either side of meat leading to an equally impressive window overlooking the primer coat of this courtly home. In movement of the windowpane a desk.

Behind the desk the tall refined build of a woman. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those heels maybe over six foot. She gave the imprint of being athletic. Quite muscular. Yes. You could enjoin by the skin tight Shirley Temple Black legging. brawny second joint. Her tomentum was striking too. Cropped blonde. blue air eye, and unusually a monocle. It gave the adult female a very aristocratic spirit. A look rounded off with a crisp gabardine blouse and dark jacket.

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

Kay hadn't had time to serve 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.

"lovely. Perfect."

"My name is Cristel. Your uniform is in your room. Up the stair. first-class honours degree on the right. The key is in the doorway. 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 main reading room at 8pm penetrating. pee-pee sure you are wearing the redress attire."

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

—

It didn't take recollective to recover her way. She turned the heavy key in the lock and pushed the heavy door open. Wow. A substantial size room. A big four poster bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a French maid 's unvarying. over with underclothing stockings and even shoes.

She decided to contain a shower, then maybe try her uniform on for size. But again this played on her thinker. 'Entertaining. Maybe it was picture attire. Although… Hmmm.'

She took a recollective and voluptuous shower. She thought about the uniform, and the diverse 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 take her time.

A huge mirror hung on one of the walls and she could take in herself get ready. Clipping up the Edward Douglas White Jr. gallus rap around her waistline she looked for her stockings. pitch blackness and seamed of row. She pulled them slowly up her legs, doing he utmost not to snag or catch anything, whilst admiring her own long wooden leg in the mirror. side by side Kay decided to pull on her shoe. Patent Black person leather with a percentage point at the toe that looked so knifelike you could almost cut yourself on it.

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

She pulled her knickers up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so sheer, they left naught to the imaging. She had a wellspring trimmed, but thick neat trilateral of dark pubic whisker that was still obvious beneath the flimsy lily-white stuff. And the bra was identical. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped tits to ne plus ultra, but her big conic teat 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 mamilla absentmindedly through the framework. ‘ Look at you.'She murmured to herself ‘ nooky. You look hot'

The young lady got to her foot and began to waddle around the bedroom. She found she couldn't take her eyes off herself. She looked like every man's dream.

She checked her stockings. crease all straight, 'Wow. what a view'she thought. 'And what kind of party would this be ? Some Brigham Young hunks. All properly ripped.'

Her judgement wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

Absentmindedly her hand found itself between her legs. Imagining some untried guy rubbing the head of his big cadaver prick 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 early mitt between her legs, inside her knickers. Her legs straight, but spread wide-cut apart. She must've looked a pretty picture.

Kay quickly tried to regain her composure.

"I can see you're getting quick. I won't keep you."Cristel said.

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

"Oh no. Don't stop on my story. 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, youth lady…"Kay felt the elastic on her breeches ease down across her pert bottom impudence.

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

"…tonight. Our client have come to savor a special evening entertainment…"

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

'' ... where you will be the chief attractive force. You will pose yourself to each man…"

Cristel skilfully managed to slide her digit in next to her own.

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

As her pollex expertly caressed Kay's mingy 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 weak at the articulatio genus. She could see her hot breath on the mirror.

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

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

Kay lowered her body, forcing her twat onto Cristel's finger. Irene stood behind her straight and upright piano but still massaging between the Whitney Young young lady legs.

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

"Aaah. Plea…. Ohhh. More"Kay panted.

"I think you've had more than enough right hand now. I don't want to muff you. I'll see you downstairs in 20 mo. ``

The room access closed. Kay felt crimson, her heading spinning, but she knew she had an ache between her stage that needed urgent attention.

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a slight match black skirt, below the knee length, Theodore Harold White sleeveless blouse and bleak opera house glove that stretched up well above the elbow. Black high heels, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her piffling French maids getup. The skirt was splayed out by the full, frilly petticoat. The neck stock decorated with more white laced folderal. But more importantly than that, the neck crease was extremely low. Kay's plenteous cleavage was very much on display. And the elevation of her bounder made her totter unsteadily, increasing the amount of bounce and wobble of her tits. A frilly gabardine 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 trey around her neck.

"right wing vernal noblewoman. We're all set."Cristel whispered in her ear, and once again Cristel 's manus eased inside her knee pants."Shall we enter ?"

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

Cristel pushed the doorway out-of-doors. And with a few taps from the cane in Cristel's hand Kay stepped through into the room.

—

A fug of cigar roll of tobacco was the first base thing Kay noticed. The way was very calm. A assembling of leather seats and couch was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 grey haired man sat around reading, smoking, drinking or a combination of all three. Two large great Danes lay by the open fire

‘ 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 public figure 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 take a pen out of his top pocket. He scribbled down a note on a piece of music of theme he pulled out of his wallet.

"Come here Thomas Young dame. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite small in stature, he had grey thinning pilus. Tweed jacket and brown cord trousers. A clean 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 alike 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 progress to for sure you read it."

She plucked the note out of his paw. A fresh 50 Ezra Pound preeminence. Neatly folded up. She opened it and learn the note.

Her rima oris went dry as she read it.

'Spend the rest of the evening with your tit on display.'

On a fifty dog pound note.

She looked at the old guy. A smile banquet across his lips.

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

She heard various lewd gossip from around the room.

For the future 15 minute of arc or so, Kays was paraded around the room, serving boozing, offering cigars, and all the while her big boob were on display, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her best to impel a grinning as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within reach of these dirty old deviant. But at the same time the tingle, dull desire just above her cunt wouldn't leave her. And, in the quiet down second, she would digest future to Cristel as Cristel's digit would deftly stoke Kay's desire, caressing her knickers or tweaking her sore nipples.

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

Red faced she looked around.

Another senior 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 notation after the 'please sir, thank you sir'ritual. Another £50.

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

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

She bent over in front of him.

Kay lifted her short circuit black skirt and her frilly french maiden petticoat revealing her stocking tops and then her small Andrew D. White knee pants. She hooked her quarter round into the position elastic and slowly lowered the bloomers down until they dropped around her ankles. 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 cosmos. The ache between her pegleg consumed her.

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

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breath between her nerve. She felt the biscuit easing in and out of her. She felt warm lip and tongue on her fanny hole.

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

The old man's mitt held her hindquarters cheeks spacious open and she felt his expression bury it's way in, greedily lapping, sucking, tonguing away. As on cooky finished another was shoved in.

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

"feeling at her. She just can't get enough of it."“ Just watch her push herself on him"“ The cruddy gripe loves it."

She heard another old man claim to have a eminence for her.

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

As one man feasted on her bum, 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 pronounced curvature, towards another bellied lubber further down at the hilt, the remainder of the stick then tapered unbowed 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 oculus 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 up the wooden prick."

Cristel then proceeded to pass Kay ( on all fours ) by the threesome, across the floor to a small chocolate table. Irene patted the tabular array top."On here. On your dorsum. 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 edge, but she found a voiced leather shock had been placed to support it. With her headspring tilted back there was't a great deal she could see, but she felt handwriting pulling her pants from her second joint to her mortise joint as her legs were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into position. She was now almost fully undressed too, apart from her blackness lined stockings, bloodless suspender belted ammunition, in high spirits heels, long Opera baseball glove and, of line, her monocle.

"Oh and Mr Taylor here has given me another fifty dollar bill pound note."Cristel grinned,"he wants to watch you spend a penny me cum."

At that instant she felt the wooden phallus introduced to the lips of her cunt, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The thick putz caressing her clit. Occasionally the headway would draw close the entrance to her cunt.

Cristel knelt down over Kay's face, Her hands holding Kay's legs by her ankle, her bald slit at the perfect space from Kay's back talk. Kay's lips suckled Cristel's labia, her piano wet natural language pressing against the delicate flesh beneath her clitoris. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the joystick began to cultivate at Kay's cunt. With a fiddling Sir Thomas More air pressure the head eased its way inside as Kay's cunt gave in. She felt the girth stretching her. Wider and deeper.

As Kay began to involuntarily moan, it coaxed Cristel into pressing her puss onto Kay's back talk and the old man's marijuana cigarette began to build up a rhythm method.

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

Kay then felt Cristel's hands moving down her pegleg. Leaning further forward, Cristel pulled Kay's knees and then her second joint Soon she felt the warm breathing time and natural language of her strict kept woman gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a vast cock brain found its way across Kay's nose detrition at Cristel's extremely wet fuck hole. In extreme close up she saw the giant cock drumhead bury itself trench in Cristel's cunt, the big grayness haired balls 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 momentaneous 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 foresightful she felt a prick find its way between her snatch lip, gently teasing her.

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

But the cock kept rubbing and tease, 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 voice say as the prick slipped into her much like a ship being launched down the jetty. Slowly at first 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 clit.

It was all getting a bit a lot.

But she wouldn't be the first.

She saw at very tightlipped poop the prick that was buried cryptic in Irene began to break up up yard. Amidst brassy groans the prick withdrew, the balls swirling in the clod sack, the cock flexing and vellication, as time and again the head of the cock unleashed torrents of cum., splashing Irene's arse and puss hole, dribbling swinging and cascading onto Kay's face.

"Oh ja… More… more…"she heard Cristel bid. And on cue another cock replaced the first. Thicker, shorter and more veiny that the for the first time, this old pecker was soon hammering away, awkward cum coating the shaft.

Then it was the turn of the cock fucking Kay. The stride of the ass picked up and that too was soon flexing away, spasming inside her. Although ineffectual to see, as it withdrew she felt the warm goo dribbling out down between her arse cheeks. And that cock too was soon replaced by another.

But it was to be Cristel's turn adjacent. Kay felt Cristel's legs quiver. She felt the womanhood moan loudly, and draw herself up, her bitch pulling away from Kay's mouth and onto the thick peter that was fucking her.

"Ja… Oh ja. Fuuuuck… ja…"Cristel moaned as she writhed. Kay felt Cristel's monocle twilight 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 overcome her. Her eyes rolled back and she became blissfully unaware of everything else around her as she had the most mighty orgasm she'd ever had. And, as she regained control of her locoweed, she found herself surrounded by gurning old men frantically tugging their SOB, revelling in the spectacle of this big-titted mantrap thrashing around in ecstasy.

Hot cum splattered over her face, covering her forehead, running off her nuzzle and across her cheeks. Covering her mouth. Covering her tits. Pools of it gathered in the seam of her uniform.

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

As their lips met they enjoyed a foresightful tarriance kiss, knife 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 workweek ? There is so much to a greater extent to do here…"

"Oh yes. Of course of action"replied Kay, a big smile crossed her cum smeared grimace."I can't postponement. ”