Dressed in her usual cursory dungaree and loose fret top, Kay climbed the big wooden staircase. The old dark portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a sense of unease. The narrow escape of her trainer echoed around the vast building.

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

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

She heard a voice from interior. ‘ Enter !'

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

The room was vast. ( Well what did she expect ? ) Wooden panels on either side leading to an equally impressive windowpane overlooking the grounds of this stately family. In straw man of the window a desk.

Behind the desk the marvellous elegant figure of a woman. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those heels maybe over six foot. She gave the impression of being gymnastic. Quite muscular. Yes. You could tell by the hide closely black legging. muscular second joint. Her hairsbreadth was striking too. Cropped blonde. blue devil eyes, and unusually a monocle. It gave the woman a very aristocratic feeling. A look rounded off with a crisp Patrick Victor Martindale White blouse and dark jacket.

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

Kay hadn't had time to reply the first of all query."Er, yes. thats right. And I'm twenty."she answered awkwardly. Kay detected an idiom in her voice. But she couldn't exactly place it. European perhaps.

"Lovely. Perfect."

"My name is Cristel. Your uniform is in your elbow room. Up the stairs. First on the right field. 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 chief reading room at 8pm shrewd. Make trusted you are wearing the correct attire."

Her unretentive, precipitous sentences felt like orders. Again feeling of unease crept through her judgement. ‘ We ? …'

—

It didn't take long to find her elbow room. She turned the heavy key in the lock and pushed the heavy door open. Wow. A substantial size room. A big four post-horse bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a Daniel Chester French maid 's uniform. fill in with underwear stockings and even shoes.

She decided to lead a shower, then maybe try her uniform on for size. But again this played on her nous. 'Entertaining. Maybe it was visualize dress. Although… Hmmm.'

She took a long and deluxe shower. She thought about the uniform, and the versatile possibleness. It played on her mind even as she towelled herself down.

walking back into her elbow 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 wall and she could catch 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 captivate anything, whilst admiring her own long branch in the mirror. following Kay decided to pull on her brake shoe. patent of invention black leather with a gunpoint at the toe that looked so sharp you could almost cut yourself on it.

And with dog like that she was going to need a little exercise walking.

She pulled her knee pants up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so perpendicularly, they left nothing to the vision. She had a fountainhead trimmed, but thick neat triangle of gloomy pubic hair that was still obvious beneath the flimsy white fabric. And the bra was identical. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped boob to perfection, but her big conelike nipples were so obviously on display, having become so stiff.

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

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

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

Her psyche wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

Absentmindedly her hand found itself between her leg. Imagining some Young guy rubbing the point of his big stiff stopcock between her pussy 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 bridge player between her stage, inside her knickers. Her legs straight, but spread wide-cut apart. She must've looked a moderately picture.

Kay quickly tried to find her composure.

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

Cristel approached and Kay began to ( rather embarrassingly ) take away the fingerbreadth from her cunt.

"Oh no. Don't stop on my account. Far from it. save your men there…"

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

Cristel was now close adequate to whisper in her ear.

"Now, Whitney Young lady…"Kay felt the elastic on her knickers ease down across her pert seat buttock.

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

"…tonight. Our client have come to savour a exceptional even entertainment…"

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

'' ... where you will be the primary attracter. You will present yourself to each man…"

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

"... and in go you will perform for them in whatever mode they desire."

As her pollex expertly caressed Kay's tight trivial anus.

'' You will be paid by each man. But you must do exactly as they say."

Kay felt herself pushing down on Irene's fingers and thumb. She felt herself going slightly weak at the knees. She could see her hot breathing place on the mirror.

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

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

Kay lowered her trunk, forcing her slit onto Cristel's fingers. Irene stood behind her straight and good but still massaging between the young girls 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 redress now. I don't want to spoil you. I'll see you downstairs in 20 minutes. ``

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

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the undersurface of the stairs. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a svelte correspond Negro skirt, below the knee distance, white sleeveless blouse and Negroid opera gloves that stretched up well above the cubitus. Shirley Temple Black high heels, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her little Gallic maids rig. The chick was splayed out by the full moon, frilly petticoat. The neck opening line of work decorated with more white laced frills. But more importantly than that, the cervix line was extremely low. Kay's ample segmentation was very much on display. And the height of her heels made her totter unsteadily, increasing the amount of bounce and wobble of her titty. A frilly white hat and E. B. White pinny completed the outfit.

From a small defer Cristel produced a leather neckband and chain. She ordered Kay to turn around, and then fastened the leash around her cervix.

"Right unseasoned lady. We're all set."Cristel whispered in her ear, and once again Cristel 's hired hand eased inside her knee pants."Shall we enter ?"

The hot breath on Kay's neck reignited the tingle between her ramification. Cristel pulled the trinity and Kay took a few steps to becalm herself.

Cristel pushed the door opened. And with a few taps from the cane in Cristel's hired man Kay stepped through into the room.

—

A fug of cigar smoke was the showtime matter Kay noticed. The room was very placid. A ingathering of leather seats and couch was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 grey haired man sat around recital, smoke, crapulence or a combination of all three. Two turgid great Danes lay by the spread out flack

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

She didn't quite know how to respond. But she bit her underside lip and stared at the base, 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 youthful peeress. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite small in height, he had grey thinning hair. tweed crownwork and Brown University corduroy pant. A white shirt covered a rather turgid tum. 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 care 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 cook certainly you read it."

She plucked the note out of his hand. A refreshful 50 Cypriot pound note. Neatly folded up. She opened it and say the note.

Her mouth went dry as she read it.

'Spend the eternal rest of the evening with your tits on display.'

On a fifty pound annotation.

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

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

She heard diverse lewd comment from around the room.

For the next 15 hour or so, Kays was paraded around the room, serving drinks, offering cigars, and all the while her big tits were on exhibit, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her better to force a smile as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within reach of these soiled old perverts. But at the same time the tingling, damp desire just above her snatch wouldn't leave her. And, in the quiet here and now, she would stand side by side to Cristel as Cristel's finger's breadth would deftly stoke Kay's desire, caressing her knickers or tweaking her sensitive nipples.

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

Red faced she looked around.

Another elderly man was waving a note. She walked towards him weaving through the leather armchairs and through the pawing custody 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 digit. From your arse.'

She'd been brought to the edge by her mistress, she'd displayed her with child vacillation tits for a room full moon of dingy old men. And now this… Already £100 up, she looked at the photographic plate in front of her.

She bent over in front of him.

Kay lifted her curt grim chick and her frilly French people maiden underskirt revealing her stocking tops and then her petty white knee pants. She hooked her thumb into the side elastic band and slowly lowered the knickerbockers down until they dropped around her ankle. Looking over her articulatio humeri she could see him mesmerised by her arse.

There was a muttering of admiration from the old men. The odd dirty comment.

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

She reached out and pulled a thin coffee covered cookie from the table. Reaching between her legs she eased the tip of the biscuit up her tiny little seat hole.

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breathing space between her buttock. She felt the biscuit moderation in and out of her. She felt warm lips and natural language on her buns hole.

She found she really wanted it. Her finger's breadth slipped between her pegleg and began to slowly caress her wet slit.

The old man's handwriting held her arse boldness wide clear 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 heart but could sense a crowd gather around her. She could hear them and their disgusting comments.

"flavor at her. She just can't get enough of it."“ Just watch her push herself on him"“ The nasty kick loves it."

She heard another old man title to have a line 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 arse, 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 spliff. The handle was much like the handle of an old steel, it was polished smooth at the pommel, the top eight inches having a marked curvature, towards another bulbous chunk further down at the hilt, the rest of the marijuana cigarette then tapered directly 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 finger slip down the curved wooden jibe, his eyes watching her as he did so.

Her eye widened.

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

Cristel then proceeded to lead Kay ( on all fours ) by the leash, across the level to a small coffee berry table. Irene patted the tabular array top."On here. On your book binding. branch in the air."Once again Cristel sounded like she was giving orders.

The board was quite low and not quite long enough for all of her. Kay's psyche arched back off the edge, but she found a soft leather cushion had been placed to support it. With her pass tilted back there was't much she could see, but she felt handwriting pulling her knickers from her second joint to her ankles as her wooden leg were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into view. She was now almost fully uncase too, apart from her black seamed stockings, white suspender belt, high heels, long Opera boxing glove and, of course, her monocle.

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

At that mo she felt the wooden member introduced to the sass of her cunt, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The thick shaft caressing her clit. Occasionally the head would nuzzle the entering to her cunt.

Cristel knelt down over Kay's nerve, Her hands holding Kay's ramification by her articulatio talocruralis, her bald cunt at the perfect length from Kay's sassing. Kay's lip suckled Cristel's labia, her soft wet lingua pressing against the balmy flesh beneath her clit. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the pin began to work at Kay's cunt. With a little more force per unit area the head eased its way inside as Kay's slit 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 control stick began to build up a calendar method of birth control.

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

Kay then felt Cristel's manus moving down her legs. Leaning further forward, Cristel pulled Kay's knees and then her thighs Soon she felt the warm breath and spit of her strict schoolmarm gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a immense putz head found its way across Kay's nose rubbing at Cristel's extremely wet have a go at it hole. In extreme close up she saw the giant cock school principal bury itself deep in Cristel's slit, the weighty Charles Grey haired glob brushing her forehead.

A wave of delight began to get over her as the wooden phallus was introduced to her bottom.

"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 unseasoned lady. I think we should oblige."And before long she felt a bastard uncovering its way between her puss lips, gently teasing her.

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

But the cock 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 cocksucker slipped into her much like a ship being launched down the mole. Slowly at first off but speeding up as the length went deeper.

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

It was all getting a bit much.

But she wouldn't be the first.

She saw at very close after part the prick that was buried deep in Irene began to pick up pace. Amidst gaudy groans the slit withdrew, the chunk swirling in the orb sack, the pecker flexing and vellication, as time and again the mind of the peter unleashed cloudburst of cum., splashing Irene's keister and twat hole, dribbling swinging and cascading onto Kay's face.

"Oh ja… More… more…"she heard Cristel control. And on cue another shaft replaced the first. Thicker, myopic and more veiny that the 1st, this old cock was soon hammering away, sticky cum coating the jibe.

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 ineffective 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 next. Kay felt Cristel's ramification quiver. She felt the cleaning woman moan loudly, and draw herself up, her cunt pulling away from Kay's mouth and onto the thick 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 leg quivering. undulation upon wave of pleasance was beginning to overwhelm her. Her eyes rolled back and she became blissfully incognizant of everything else around her as she had the most right orgasm she'd ever had. And, as she regained ascendency of her weed, she found herself surrounded by gurning old men frantically tugging their peter, revelling in the spectacle of this big-titted beauty thrashing around in ecstasy.

Hot cum splattered over her face, covering her frontal bone, running off her nose and across her boldness. Covering her sassing. Covering her tit. kitty of it gathered in the creases of her uniform.

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

As their mouth met they enjoyed a prospicient 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 smile crossed her cum smeared nerve."I can't postponement. ”