Dressed in her common casual Jeans and loose elbow grease top, Kay climbed the big wooden staircase. The old dark portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a horse sense of unease. The squeaker of her trainers echoed around the vast building.

She'd answered an ad for a maid. With excellent 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 mo door off to the left, just as the decrepit old butler on the room access had instructed.

She heard a voice from interior. ‘ Enter !'

buns, commanding, but a female vocalization. It struck her as odd. She opened the room access and went in.

The way was vast. ( Well what did she expect ? ) Wooden control panel on either side leading to an equally impressive windowpane overlooking the curtilage of this stately home. In straw man of the window a desk.

Behind the desk the tall graceful figure of a charwoman. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those bounder maybe over six infantry. She gave the feeling of being athletic. Quite sinewy. Yes. You could tell by the skin slopped black leg covering. Muscular thigh. Her hairsbreadth was striking too. Cropped blond. Blue eyes, and unusually a monocle. It gave the woman a very aristocratic look. A look rounded off with a curt white-hot blouse and dark jacket.

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

Kay hadn't had time to answer the first dubiousness."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.

"pin-up. Perfect."

"My name is Cristel. Your uniform is in your elbow room. Up the steps. first on the right. 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 main meter reading room at 8pm sharp. pee-pee certain you are wearing the sort out attire."

Her short, penetrative time felt like social club. Again feeling of unease crept through her mind. ‘ We ? …'

—

It didn't take tenacious to retrieve her room. She turned the heavy key in the lock and pushed the heavy door unfastened. Wow. A substantial size way. A big four posting bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a French amah 's uniform. Complete with underwear stockings and even shoes.

She decided to take a shower bath, then maybe try her uniform on for size. But again this played on her mind. 'Entertaining. Maybe it was fancy apparel. Although… Hmmm.'

She took a yearn and sumptuous exhibitioner. She thought about the uniform, and the several possible action. It played on her mind even as she towelled herself down.

walk back into her room she decided to try everything on. It was only about 7, so she'd take her time.

A vast mirror hung on one of the wall and she could check herself get prepare. Clipping up the white brace swath around her waist she looked for her stockings. Black and seamed of grade. She pulled them slowly up her pegleg, doing he utmost not to snag or enchant anything, whilst admiring her own long peg in the mirror. succeeding Kay decided to pull out on her shoes. letters patent black leather with a pointedness at the toe that looked so crisp you could almost cut yourself on it.

And with heels like that she was going to require a little praxis walking.

She pulled her knee pants up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so unmixed, they left nothing to the imagination. She had a well trimmed, but thick neat trigon of sinister pubic hair that was still obvious beneath the slight Andrew D. White cloth. And the bra was monovular. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped mammilla to paragon, but her big cone-shaped tit were so obviously on show, having become so stiff.

Kay bit her hind end lip. 'Hmmm. So stiff'she thought to herself as she rubbed her mammilla absentmindedly through the cloth. ‘ smell at you.'She murmured to herself ‘ Fuck. You look hot'

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

She checked her stockings. line all straight, 'Wow. what a view'she thought. 'And what sorting of party would this be ? Some young hunk. All properly ripped.'

Her mind wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

Absentmindedly her hired man found itself between her legs. Imagining some Pres Young guy rubbing the promontory of his big stiff pecker between her snatch 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 helping hand between her legs, inside her knickers. Her legs heterosexual person, but spread wide apart. She must've looked a pretty picture.

Kay quickly tried to retrieve her composure.

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

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

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

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

Cristel was now close sufficiency to whisper in her ear.

"Now, Pres Young lady…"Kay felt the rubber band on her knee pants ease down across her pert prat cheeks.

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

"…tonight. Our node have come to savor a limited even entertainment…"

She felt Cristel's fingers find her own digit two brass knucks deep in her own cunt.

'' ... where you will be the briny attraction. You will present yourself to each man…"

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

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

As her thumb expertly caressed Kay's tight 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 fingers and pollex. She felt herself going slightly weak at the knee. She could see her hot breathing space on the mirror.

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

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

Kay lowered her body, forcing her slit onto Cristel's fingers. Irene stood behind her straight and upright but still massaging between the Pres Young female child 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 ripe now. I don't want to spoil you. I'll see you downstairs in 20 bit. ``

The door closed. Kay felt red-faced, her head teacher spinning, but she knew she had an aching between her legs that needed urgent attention.

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the underside of the stairs. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a lose weight fitting black skirt, below the knee length, white sleeveless blouse and fatal opera gloves that stretched up well above the cubitus. Black high dog, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her little French maids kit. The chick was splayed out by the full, frilly petticoat. The neck line decorated with more white plait ruff. But more importantly than that, the cervix contrast was extremely low. Kay's ample cleavage was very much on show. And the top of her heels made her totter unsteadily, increasing the amount of leaping and wobble of her tits. A frilly white hat and Edward Douglas White Jr. pinny completed the outfit.

From a minuscule table Cristel produced a leather choker and strand. She ordered Kay to turn around, and then fastened the leash around her neck.

"rightfield unseasoned madam. We're all set."Cristel whispered in her ear, and once again Cristel 's manus eased inside her bloomers."Shall we enter ?"

The hot breather on Kay's neck reignited the thrill between her leg. Cristel pulled the leash and Kay took a few pace to becalm herself.

Cristel pushed the threshold open. And with a few lights-out from the cane in Cristel's hand Kay stepped through into the room.

—

A fug of cigar weed was the first matter Kay noticed. The way was very quiet. A accumulation of leather fanny and couch was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 gray haired man sat around reading, smoke, drunkenness or a combination of all three. Two large great Danes lay by the open attack

‘ Ahhh. At final"One old guy sat up then stood up from his chairman."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 public figure's Kay."She pause.

"I think you'll determine your public figure is 'Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir .'” he retorted.

She didn't quite cognise how to reply. 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 greenback on a piece of paper he pulled out of his wallet.

"seed here Young noblewoman. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite small in stature, he had grey thinning hairsbreadth. gabardine jacket and Robert Brown corduroy trousers. A albumen shirt covered a rather large stomach. 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 same money in the air.

When she reached him she reached out for the bill the old man was waving.

"What do you say ?"he enquired.

'' Please sir. May I have the note sir ?"

"You may. But make sure you read it."

She plucked the billet out of his hand. A fresh fifty hammering note. Neatly folded up. She opened it and say the note.

Her mouth went dry as she read it.

'Spend the residuum of the evening with your tits on display.'

On a fifty dollar bill pound banker's bill.

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 various lewd comments from around the room.

For the next xv minute or so, Kays was paraded around the room, serving drinks, offering cigars, and all the while her big mammilla were on show, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her best to thrust a smile as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within reach of these bemire old perverts. But at the like time the tingling, dull desire just above her pussy wouldn't leave her. And, in the placidity moments, she would stand next to Cristel as Cristel's fingers would deftly stoke Kay's desire, caressing her knickers or tweaking her sensitive nipples.

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

Red faced she looked around.

Another senior man was waving a note. She walked towards him weaving through the leather armchairs and through the pawing hands of the old men.

She took his note after the 'please sir, thank you sir'rite. Another £50.

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

She'd been brought to the edge by her schoolma'am, she'd displayed her heavy vacillation titmouse for a room full of dirty old men. And now this… Already £100 up, she looked at the plate in front of her.

She bent over in strawman of him.

Kay lifted her unforesightful black skirt and her frilly french housemaid petticoat revealing her stocking pinnacle and then her fiddling Andrew D. White knee breeches. She hooked her pollex into the English elastic and slowly lowered the knee breeches 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 worldly concern. The ache between her stage consumed her.

She reached out and pulled a thin chocolate covered biscuit from the board. Reaching between her wooden leg she eased the tip of the cooky up her tiny little butt hole.

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breath between her cheeks. She felt the cookie easing in and out of her. She felt warm mouth and glossa on her arse hole.

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

The old man's hands held her arse cheeks wide outdoors 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 eyes but could feel a crowd gather around her. She could get wind them and their disgusting comments.

"Look at her. She just can't get plenty of it."“ Just observe her push herself on him"“ The lousy bitch loves it."

She heard another old man title to hold a note of hand 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 reefer. A knurly old wooden joystick. The handle was much like the grip of an old steel, it was polished smooth at the pommel, the top eight inch having a judge curvature, towards another bulgy lump further down at the hilt, the rest of the stick then tapered consecutive 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 wind wooden shaft, his eyes watching her as he did so.

Her center widened.

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

Cristel then proceeded to direct Kay ( on all fours ) by the lead, across the base to a small coffee table. Irene patted the table 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 bound, but she found a mild leather shock absorber had been placed to endure it. With her capitulum tilted back there was't much she could see, but she felt hands pulling her knickers from her thighs to her ankles as her legs were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into sight. She was now almost fully unappareled too, apart from her black seamed stockings, white suspender knock, luxuriously blackguard, long opera gloves and, of trend, her monocle.

"Oh and Mr Elizabeth Taylor here has given me another l pound note."Cristel grinned,"he wants to take in you make me cum."

At that moment she felt the wooden phallus introduced to the rim of her cunt, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The thick shaft caressing her clit. Occasionally the point would nuzzle the entrance to her cunt.

Cristel knelt down over Kay's font, Her hands holding Kay's pegleg by her ankle joint, her bald cunt at the sodding distance from Kay's oral cavity. Kay's lips suckled Cristel's labia, her soft wet lingua pressing against the lenient human body beneath her button. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the stick began to cultivate at Kay's cunt. With a picayune More press the forefront eased its way inside as Kay's cunt gave in. She felt the girth stretching her. Wider and deeper.

As Kay began to involuntarily groan, it coaxed Cristel into pressing her cunt onto Kay's rima oris and the old man's stick began to build up a rhythm.

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

Kay then felt Cristel's hands moving down her wooden leg. Leaning promote forward, Cristel pulled Kay's knees and then her thighs Soon she felt the affectionate breathing space and tongue of her strict fancy woman gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a huge cock oral sex found its way across Kay's nuzzle detrition at Cristel's extremely wet have sex hole. In extreme close up she saw the behemoth cock head bury itself deep in Cristel's cunt, the heavy grey haired balls brushing her forehead.

A wave of pleasure began to master 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 momentary quietus from sucking Cristel's mound.

She heard a old man's voice."You heard the young gentlewoman. I think we should oblige."And before hanker she felt a prick find its way between her snatch backtalk, gently teasing her.

"Mmmm"she moaned, her mouth again full 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… reefer in in me."she moaned.

"Oh there you go."she heard another voice say as the mother fucker slipped into her much like a ship being launched down the mole. Slowly at first but speeding up as the length went deeper.

She felt him rubbing against the wooden dildo up her rear end. Cristel's knife expertly caressing her clit.

It was all getting a bit lots.

But she wouldn't be the first.

She saw at very close quarters the prick that was buried thick in Irene began to pick up tempo. Amidst loud groans the peter withdrew, the balls swirling in the ball sacque, the tool flexing and twitching, as clip and again the headway of the stopcock unleashed torrent of cum., splashing Irene's ass and cunt hole, dribbling vacillation and cascading onto Kay's face.

"Oh ja… More… more…"she heard Cristel bid. And on cue another pecker replaced the number 1. Thicker, shorter and more veiny that the first, this old cock was soon hammering away, awkward cum coating the light beam.

Then it was the turn of the stopcock fucking Kay. The pace of the fucking picked up and that too was soon flexing away, spasming inside her. Although ineffectual to see, as it withdrew she felt the fond goo dribble out down between her keister nerve. And that cock too was soon replaced by another.

But it was to be Cristel's turn next. Kay felt Cristel's legs quiver. She felt the woman groan loudly, and take out herself up, her slit pulling away from Kay's mouth and onto the chummy dick that was fucking her.

"Ja… Oh ja. Fuuuuck… ja…"Cristel moaned as she writhed. Kay felt Cristel's monocle declivity onto her stomach.

Cristel rolled off Kay and lay down beside her on the table.

Kay soon found her own legs quivering. undulation upon undulation of pleasure was beginning to overwhelm her. Her eyes rolled back and she became blissfully incognizant of everything else around her as she had the most herculean orgasm she'd ever had. And, as she regained control of her senses, she found herself surrounded by gurning old men frantically tugging their putz, revelling in the spectacle of this big-titted beauty thrashing around in ecstasy.

Hot cum splattered over her case, covering her forehead, running off her nuzzle and across her cheeks. Covering her lips. Covering her mamilla. 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 nerve.

As their lips met they enjoyed a hanker lingering kiss, knife 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 face."I can't wait. ”