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

At first she'd been very apprehensive. Not about the workplace so a good deal, but about her uniform. Seamed black fully fashioned stockings with Black patent high dog. An old fashioned blue angel nanny dress contend with lookout fastened to her chest, white apron and a little white hat. It seemed terribly old fashioned and she was unsure of the care it would bring, especially as this was a predominantly all male institution.

But the day had passed and the patients had been lovely. They made her palpate very welcome and where extremely gracious to her. She caught the odd duad of optic transfixed on her tit every once in a patch, but with a 34DD bra size, she was used to that.

In fact attending of any sort was hardly a surprisal. Jo was 5'6'with boneheaded chestnut hair down to her shoulders, A curvaceous digit, slim waist and a pick up backside. Her leg were muscular at the second joint, nice and retentive with beautifully slim ankles. She had all-encompassing doe like eye a little push nozzle and big soft lips. And, of class, a rather brilliant 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 fade 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 place. She was surprised to find a few member of the staff had arranged a few beverage during the interruption. There was a belittled bar laid on. She was both surprised and a little enrapture. Even a few affected role were there.

Very quickly she soon became the centre of attention, and every prison term she looked round 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 patients offered her a natal day kiss. Innocently of grade. But it lingered.

As did the next.

And the subdivision around the waist.

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

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

The music started. Encouraged to dance, she was led up to a small chocolate mesa.

She had her hands held by two old patients while she gyrated to the musical rhythm of the euphony, elevated above the small bunch. Her psyche swimming. Another affected role offered her a natal day buss. She bent forward and the old man held her head. A long soft osculation long than she anticipated… and then she felt the tip of his glossa. As she did hands stroked the back of her wooden leg.

The jolt nearly made her tip forward.

She managed to free one hand then the early, in an attempt to swat away the hands behind her. The hands lifting her dress. the hands stroking her thighs, the hands caressing her drawers. Whilst all the time she had her mouth wrapped fill out the old man's knife. As she tried to free herself from the amative osculation, it was letting the custody behind her have a gratuitous reign.

Involuntarily she felt her ramification 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 free custody to reject.

Freeing herself from the old man in straw man of her, she stood erect. the music played on. She continued to dance, although now slightly more provocatively. Encouraged by the savage whistles, she slowly slipped the nurses dress off one articulatio humeri, then the other, her hips provocatively gyrating to the music. Soon her ample segmentation was tempting the rabid crowd in figurehead of her. Pulling the dress further down to reveal her huge ( still bra clad ) tits brought pant and great deal of lascivious remark and cry from the group of men.

The dress dropped to the floor. Hips swaying, she danced wearing just a see through white bra, see through white knickers, Edward Douglas White Jr. suspender, black seamed stockings and contraband highschool heels.

Hands ‘ helped'her down from the table, her eyes transfixed on the turn of swollen dick she could see in the trousers and beneath the dressing gowns.

Hands cupped her nipple, and pulled the strap from her shoulders. Then one of her magnificent breasts was released and hung there, gently swaying as if in slow motion. Jo bit her bottom lip. She knew it had gone too far now, there was no stopping what was going to bechance next.

Having been helped down from the table, a hand held her wrist, guiding her medal to a thick veined hammer she could barely get her manus round. Her heart widened in surprise. Then the Saami happened to her other hand.

digit hooked inside her knickers and began to attract them down.

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

Soon the other tit was unloose. The bra clutches undone.

She softly stroked the cock in each hand, occasionally rubbing the palm of her paw across the chief, spreading the film of pre cum over the bulbous head. Her hired hand quickly passed to other equally great and starchy members.

The men crowded circle. Her cervix was kissed and caressed. Her lips where kissed. Her capitulum were sucked, tongued and kissed. She felt at to the lowest degree two dick heads light touch against her arsehole cheeks. Her tits were also caressed, sucked and groped.

She was almost defeat. these men were old enough to be her grandpa. Those dirty old men taking reward 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 branch, ever so slightly propagate had fingers kneading her buttocks, gently probing the wetness between her legs, stroking those soft inviting lips.

She knew it wouldn't be long before she felt the slick magazine wet head of cock slip between her branch. And then there is was. Hot and stiff, flexing against her cunt lips. She gently leant forward. That movement and the fact she was wearing her highschool dog meant the peter head found the entrance, and with one gentle thrust it eased itself inside. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a low moan.

sunniness ran around the way.

The old man behind her was having the time of her life plunging his deep man-meat in and out of her dripping wet cunt as Jo was hang forward.

Another old man knelt down and got underneath her, his gray stubbly neck arching up like an old tortoise, his backtalk and knife working her young wet sex, while 9 inch of cock pumped like a plunger inside her. It was almost too a lot for the poor girl.

But the old guy rope decided on a unlike position for her.

Another old guy whipped his cock from beneath his dressing scrubs and laid down on the flooring. Jo was lead across and impaled on his huge glistening cock, her big fat tits smothering his old wrinkly face. Her stocking clad legs were spread wide, revealing her flabby pinko asshole invitingly to the eager crowd.

It was an offer too good to pass up. Another old man was soon on his articulatio genus offering the mushroom headed putz up to her off-pink sinless minuscule rosebud. One energy and his fat extremity violated the young woman's anus.

Soon the three of them moved in regular recurrence to the delectation of the onlooking crowd, dick in mitt, vigorously wanking at the sight in presence of them.

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

With a shudder and an animalistic groan the old man behind her unloaded his glob right up Jo's arsehole. And, as he did another unloaded over the back of her heading.

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

Jo's eye's rolled back and she could no longer boil down on the cock heads around her mouthpiece. Her body went into spasm. Her neck arched back as she began to cum. Her shuddering was too much for some of the guys and they began to discharge cum strings across her reasonably trivial face.

And on it went.

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

punk dripped from her face, her tits and oozed out of her cunt and her arse. 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 rattling picture.

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

Later that week, Jo received a furtherance and an increased clothing leeway. So no doubt there will be more stories to get along ...