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

At first gear she'd been very apprehensive. Not about the study so much, but about her uniform. Seamed pitch-black fully fashioned stockings with black patent high gear dog. An old fashioned blue nurses dress compete with watch fastened to her chest, white apron and a little white 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 daytime 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 duad of eyes transfixed on her breasts every once in a while, but with a 34DD bra size, she was used to that.

In fact attention of any variety was hardly a surprise. Jo was 5'6'with thick chestnut hair down to her berm, A busty pattern, slim waistline and a fringe benefit backside. Her ramification were hefty at the thigh, nice and longsighted with beautifully slim ankles. She had widely doe like centre a footling clit nose and big easy backtalk. And, of course of action, 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 pass quickly, without incident. She had a spring in her step.

She did her morning daily round, 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 potable during the breakage. There was a pocket-size cake laid on. She was both surprise and a piddling entranced. Even a few affected role were there.

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

She can't recollect exactly how it started.

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

As did the next.

And the weapon around the waist.

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

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

The medicine started. Encouraged to trip the light fantastic, she was led up to a modest coffee table.

She had her script held by two old patients while she gyrated to the heartbeat of the music, elevated above the small crowd. Her head swim. Another patient offered her a birthday osculation. She bent forward and the old man held her head. A long cushy kiss yearner than she anticipated… and then she felt the tip of his tongue. As she did hands stroked the backrest of her legs.

The shock nearly made her tumble forward.

She managed to exempt one hired man then the other, in an attempt to swat away the hands behind her. The hands lifting her dress. the hand stroking her thigh, the hands caressing her breeches. Whilst all the metre she had her mouth wrapped round the old man's tongue. As she tried to free herself from the amorous kiss, it was letting the hands behind her have a free reign.

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

She felt the zipper on her dress slowly eased down.

She had no unfreeze hands to balk.

Freeing herself from the old man in nominal head of her, she stood unsloped. the music played on. She continued to dance, although now slightly more provocatively. Encouraged by the wolf tin whistle, she slowly slipped the nanny dress off one shoulder, then the early, her hips provocatively gyrating to the music. Soon her ample cleavage was tempting the rabid crew in front of her. Pulling the dress further down to discover her vast ( still bra clad ) tits brought gasp and mess of lewd comments and yell from the chemical group of men.

The frock dropped to the floor. pelvic girdle swaying, she danced wearing just a see through whitened bra, see through white breeches, whiteness suspender, black seamed stockings and melanise high heels.

Hands ‘ helped'her down from the table, her oculus transfixed on the phone number of swollen stopcock she could see in the trousers and beneath the dressing gowns.

manpower cupped her tits, and pulled the strap from her articulatio humeri. Then one of her magnificent breasts was released and hung there, gently swaying as if in slow motility. Jo bit her bottom lip. She knew it had gone too far now, there was no stopping what was going to happen next.

Having been helped down from the table, a hired man held her articulatio radiocarpea, guiding her palm to a thick veined dick she could barely get her hands round. Her eyes widened in surprisal. Then the same happened to her other hand.

finger's breadth hooked inside her breeches and began to pull them down.

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

Soon the other tit was free. The bra clutch undone.

She softly stroked the cock in each hand, occasionally rubbing the palm of her paw across the question, spreading the movie of pre cum over the bulbous head. Her hand quickly passed to other equally large and steadfast members.

The men crowded round. Her cervix was kissed and caressed. Her lips where kissed. Her ears were sucked, tongued and kissed. She felt at least two cock top dog brush against her derriere buttock. Her boob were also caressed, sucked and groped.

She was almost master. these men were old enough to be her gramps. Those unclean 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 ramification, ever so slightly facing pages had finger kneading her buttocks, gently probing the wetness between her legs, stroking those diffused inviting lips.

She knew it wouldn't be foresightful before she felt the slick wet headway of hammer shift between her ramification. And then there is was. Hot and stiff, flexing against her cunt rim. She gently slant forward. That apparent movement and the fact she was wearing her high-pitched heels meant the prick head found the entree, and with one gentle thrust it eased itself inside. Her eyes 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 animation plunging his thick man-meat in and out of her dripping wet puss as Jo was bent forward.

Another old man knelt down and got underneath her, his Zane Grey stubbly neck arching up like an old tortoise, his mouth and tongue working her Young wet sex, while 9 inch of cock pumped like a piston inside her. It was almost too much for the short girl.

But the old guys decided on a different view for her.

Another old guy whipped his hammer from beneath his dressing gown and laid down on the floor. Jo was lead across and impaled on his vast glistening cock, her big fat knocker smothering his old wrinkly face. Her stocking robe legs were circularise widely, revealing her soft knock arsehole invitingly to the eager crowd.

It was an offer too good to deny. Another old man was soon on his knees offering the mushroom headed peter up to her off-pink impeccant small rosebud. One pushing and his fat member violated the Edward Young woman's anus.

Soon the three of them moved in rhythm method to the delectation of the onlooking gang, rooster in bridge player, vigorously wanking at the mint in 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 formal right up Jo's asshole. And, as he did another unloaded over the back of her head.

As the semi-hard cock withdrew from Jo's arse it was soon replaced by another stiffer, refreshing stopcock, the cum acting as lube, enabling easy access. His Second Earl Grey hairy musket ball hanging low, banging against her blench skin with every stroke.

Jo's eye's rolled back and she could no longer condense on the cock head word 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 guy and they began to drop cum strings across her pretty trivial face.

And on it went.

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

Spunk dripped from her side, her tits and oozed out of her cunt and her ass. 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 gentlemen the old men helped her clean up and get herself decent.

Later that calendar week, Jo received a promotion and an increased clothing valuation reserve. So no uncertainty there will be to a greater extent stories to come ...