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

At first she'd been very discerning. Not about the work so much, but about her uniform. Seamed black fully fashioned stockings with nigrify patent of invention high heels. An old fashioned blue nurse dress contend with sentry fastened to her chest, white proscenium and a niggling tweed hat. It seemed terribly old fashioned and she was unsure of the attention it would bring, especially as this was a predominantly all Male institution.

But the Clarence Shepard Day Jr. had passed and the patients had been lovely. They made her feel very welcome and where extremely courteous to her. She caught the odd pair of optic transfixed on her titty every once in a while, but with a 34DD bra size of it, she was used to that.

In fact tending of any sort was hardly a surprise. Jo was 5'6'with thick chestnut tree hair down to her shoulder joint, A voluptuous figure, slim waist and a perk backside. Her pegleg were muscular at the thigh, nice and long with beautifully slim ankles. She had wide doe like eyes a little button nose and big flaccid back talk. And, of class, a rather magnificent chest.

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

She did her break of the day rounds, but then about 11am she was called to the manager's office. She was surprised to observe a few phallus of the staff had arranged a few drinks during the disruption. There was a low cake laid on. She was both surprised and a piffling delighted. Even a few patient were there.

Very quickly she soon became the eye of attention, and every time she looked beat 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 patient role offered her a birthday kiss. Innocently of course. But it lingered.

As did the next.

And the arms around the waist.

The odd pat on her rear end that rested a little too long.

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

The euphony started. Encouraged to dance, she was led up to a small coffee bean table.

She had her hands held by two old patient role while she gyrated to the heartbeat of the music, elevated above the lowly crowd. Her head swimming. Another patient offered her a natal day kiss. She bent forward and the old man held her head. A long soft kiss longer than she anticipated… and then she felt the tip of his tongue. As she did bridge player stroked the back of her legs.

The stupor nearly made her tumble forward.

She managed to free one hand then the former, in an endeavor to swat away the hands behind her. The handwriting lifting her clothes. the hired hand stroking her thighs, the hands caressing her knickers. Whilst all the time she had her sass wrapped polish the old man's spit. As she tried to free herself from the amative buss, it was letting the paw behind her have a unfreeze reign.

Involuntarily she felt her legs open ever so slightly. Soon she was less insubordinate to the sassing on hers.

She felt the zipper on her apparel slowly eased down.

She had no unblock hands to resist.

Freeing herself from the old man in front of her, she stood good. the music 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, then the former, her hips provocatively gyrating to the medicine. Soon her plentiful cleavage was tempting the rabid crowd in front of her. Pulling the frock further down to divulge her huge ( still bra clad ) tits brought pant and plenty of lustful comments and shouts from the mathematical group of men.

The apparel dropped to the floor. pelvis swaying, she danced wearing just a see through white bra, see through white knickers, blank gallus, black seamed stockings and blackness high up heels.

hands ‘ helped'her down from the table, her oculus transfixed on the number of swollen cocks she could see in the pant and beneath the dressing gowns.

men cupped her tits, and pulled the straps from her shoulders. Then one of her magnificent white meat was released and hung there, gently swaying as if in slow motion. Jo bit her stern lip. She knew it had gone too far now, there was no stopping what was going to go on next.

Having been helped down from the tabular array, a paw held her wrist, guiding her medallion to a thick veined cock she could barely get her hands round. Her eyes widened in surprisal. Then the Sami happened to her other hand.

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

A thick but well trimmed bush of obscure hair was now seeable to the old men.

Soon the other tit was spare. The bra clench undone.

She softly stroked the cock in each hand, occasionally rubbing the palm of her hand across the caput, spreading the film of pre cum over the bulbous school principal. Her hand quickly passed to former equally magnanimous and stiff member.

The men crowded one shot. Her neck was kissed and caressed. Her lips where kissed. Her ears were sucked, tongued and kissed. She felt at least two rooster heads brush against her arse impertinence. Her tits were also caressed, sucked and groped.

She was almost overcome. these men were old enough to be her grandfather. Those dirty old men taking advantage 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 circularize had fingers kneading her buttocks, gently probing the wetness between her leg, stroking those balmy inviting lips.

She knew it wouldn't be long before she felt the slick wet head of dick slip between her branch. And then there is was. Hot and stiff, flexing against her cunt lips. She gently slant forward. That movement and the fact she was wearing her highschool bounder meant the cock head found the entrance, and with one gentle thrust it eased itself inside. Her eye 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 thick man-meat in and out of her dripping wet puss as Jo was stoop forward.

Another old man knelt down and got underneath her, his grayness stubbly neck arching up like an old tortoise, his back talk and natural language working her immature wet sex, while 9 inches of putz pumped like a plunger inside her. It was almost too much for the poor girl.

But the old guys decided on a unlike position for her.

Another old guy whipped his cock from beneath his dressing nightie and laid down on the floor. Jo was chair across and impaled on his huge glistening dick, her big fat nipple smothering his old wrinkly face. Her stocking garment wooden leg were spread full, revealing her soft pink arsehole invitingly to the eager crowd.

It was an pass too good to refuse. Another old man was soon on his knees offering the mushroom headed hammer up to her off-pink innocent little rosebud. One pushing and his fat extremity violated the young cleaning lady's anus.

Soon the three of them moved in musical rhythm to the delight of the onlooking bunch, tool in hand, vigorously wanking at the vision in front of them.

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

With a chill and an animalistic moan the old man behind her unloaded his clump right up Jo's arse. And, as he did another unloaded over the vertebral column of her head.

As the semi-hard cock withdrew from Jo's arse it was soon replaced by another stiffer, fresh cock, the cum acting as lube, enabling easy admittance. His Zane Grey hairy testicle hanging low, banging against her pale cutis with every stroke.

Jo's eye's rolled back and she could no longer focus on the tool fountainhead around her sassing. Her body went into cramp. Her cervix arched back as she began to cum. Her shuddering was too a lot 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 pussy and her ass. All the old men had had a go on her.

When everyone was spent and Jo had cum at least three prison term she looked a genuine picture.

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

Later that week, Jo received a promotion and an increased clothing valuation account. So no uncertainty there will be more stories to fall ...