Jo had been working at the old folks menage 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 apprehensive. Not about the work so practically, but about her uniform. Seamed smutty fully fashioned stockings with disastrous patent high heels. An old fashioned bluing nurse preen compete with watch fastened to her bureau, white apron and a small Theodore Harold White hat. It seemed terribly old fashioned and she was unsure of the aid it would play, especially as this was a predominantly all male institution.

But the days had passed and the affected role had been lovely. They made her feel very receive and where extremely courteous to her. She caught the odd couple of center transfixed on her breasts 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 surprise. Jo was 5'6'with stocky chestnut hair down to her shoulder, A voluptuous trope, slim shank and a gain vigor buns. Her legs were muscular at the second joint, decent and farsighted with beautifully slim ankles. She had wide doe like eyes a little button nose and big soft mouth. And, of course, 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 pass quickly, without incident. She had a spring in her step.

She did her daybreak rounds, but then about 11am she was called to the manager's office. She was surprised to find a few penis of the staff had arranged a few drinks during the break. There was a lowly cake laid on. She was both surprise and a little ravish. Even a few patients were there.

Very quickly she soon became the nub of attention, and every time she looked cycle her field 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 natal day osculation. Innocently of class. But it lingered.

As did the next.

And the weaponry around the waist.

The odd pat on her backside that rested a picayune 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 low coffee bean tabular array.

She had her hands held by two old patients while she gyrated to the beat of the music, elevated above the small bunch. Her header swimming. Another patient offered her a birthday candy kiss. She bent forward and the old man held her heading. A foresightful soft candy kiss longer than she anticipated… and then she felt the tip of his natural language. As she did hands stroked the spine of her legs.

The stupor nearly made her tip forward.

She managed to unloosen one hand then the early, in an attempt to swat away the workforce behind her. The hands lifting her dress. the hands stroking her thighs, the script caressing her knickers. Whilst all the time she had her mouth wrapped round the old man's glossa. As she tried to disengage herself from the amorous kiss, it was letting the hands behind her have a liberate reign.

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

She felt the zip on her dress slowly eased down.

She had no gratis hands to resist.

Freeing herself from the old man in front man of her, she stood upright. the music played on. She continued to trip the light fantastic toe, although now slightly more provocatively. Encouraged by the wolf pennywhistle, she slowly slipped the nurses dress off one shoulder, then the early, her hips provocatively gyrating to the euphony. Soon her copious cleavage was tempting the rabid gang in front of her. Pulling the dress further down to discover her huge ( still bra clad ) tits brought gasps and plenty of libidinous comments and yell from the group of men.

The dress dropped to the floor. Hips swaying, she danced wearing just a see through Caucasian bra, see through white-hot pants, White person brace, black seamed stockings and black high gear heels.

paw ‘ helped'her down from the table, her eyes transfixed on the number of well dick she could see in the pant and beneath the dressing gowns.

work force cupped her bosom, and pulled the shoulder strap from her berm. Then one of her splendid breasts was released and hung there, gently swaying as if in slow motion. Jo bit her backside lip. She knew it had gone too far now, there was no stopping what was going to materialise 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 center widened in surprise. Then the Saame happened to her other hand.

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

A thick but well trimmed bush of moody fuzz was now visible to the old men.

Soon the other tit was complimentary. The bra clasp undone.

She softly stroked the cock in each manus, occasionally rubbing the palm of her hand across the head, spreading the celluloid of pre cum over the bulbous head. Her hand quickly passed to other equally enceinte and stiff members.

The men crowded round. Her neck was kissed and caressed. Her brim where kissed. Her ears were sucked, tongued and kissed. She felt at to the lowest degree two putz headland copse against her arse impudence. Her nipple were also caressed, sucked and groped.

She was almost surmount. these men were old enough to be her grandpa. Those pestiferous old men taking advantage of her young eubstance. 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 counterpane had finger kneading her buttocks, gently probing the wetness between her pegleg, stroking those voiced inviting lips.

She knew it wouldn't be long before she felt the slip wet nous of tool mooring between her legs. And then there is was. Hot and stiff, flexing against her cunt back talk. She gently leant forward. That movement and the fact she was wearing her richly heels meant the cock straits found the entrance, and with one gentle jab it eased itself inside. Her centre rolled back in her oral sex and she let out a low moan.

Cheers ran around the room.

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

Another old man knelt down and got underneath her, his grey stubbly neck arching up like an old tortoise, his mouth and clapper working her young wet sex, while 9 inches of cock pumped like a Piston inside her. It was almost too much for the misfortunate girl.

But the old guy rope decided on a different spatial relation for her.

Another old guy whipped his cock from beneath his dressing gown and laid down on the trading floor. Jo was lead across and impaled on his vast glistening cock, her big fat tits smothering his old wrinkled face. Her stocking raiment legs were spread wide, revealing her voiced pink asshole invitingly to the tidal bore crowd.

It was an offer too good to refuse. Another old man was soon on his stifle offering the mushroom headed prick up to her off-pink guiltless minuscule rosebud. One push and his fat member violated the young cleaning woman's anus.

Soon the three of them moved in calendar method to the delight of the onlooking bunch, turncock in manus, vigorously wanking at the sight in strawman of them.

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

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

As the semi-hard pecker withdrew from Jo's arse it was soon replaced by another stiffer, refreshful rooster, the cum acting as lubricant, enabling gentle access. His gray hairy balls hanging low, banging against her pale hide with every stroke.

Jo's eye's rolled back and she could no longer concentrate on the cock foreland around her oral fissure. Her dead body went into cramp. Her neck opening arched back as she began to cum. Her shuddering was too much for some of the hombre and they began to drop cum string across her pretty petty face.

And on it went.

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

Spunk dripped from her human face, her knocker and oozed out of her snatch and her posterior. All the old men had had a go on her.

When everyone was spent and Jo had cum at to the lowest degree three times she looked a real picture.

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

Later that calendar week, Jo received a promotion and an increased article of clothing tolerance. So no dubiety there will be more stories to number ...