Dressed in her usual casual Jeans and loose sweat top, Kay climbed the big wooden staircase. The old iniquity portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a sentiency of unease. The squeak of her trainer echoed around the vast building.

She'd answered an ad for a maid. With splendid pay. Kay needed to money to pay numerous debts, and maid employment was easy. So here she was.

At the top of the stairs she looked for the secondly door off to the left, just as the decrepit old butler on the doorway had instructed.

She heard a voice from interior. ‘ Enter !'

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

The room was vast. ( Well what did she expect ? ) Wooden control panel on either English leading to an equally impressive windowpane overlooking the solid ground of this statuesque rest home. In front of the windowpane a desk.

Behind the desk the marvellous elegant public figure of a woman. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those heels maybe over six foot. She gave the impression of being athletic. Quite muscular. Yes. You could tell by the skin tight pitch-black leging. Muscular thighs. Her whisker was striking too. Cropped blonde. Blue eyes, and unusually a monocle. It gave the woman a very aristocratic look. A flavour rounded off with a frosty T. H. White blouse and benighted jacket.

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

Kay hadn't had time to answer the for the first time dubiousness."Er, yes. thats right. And I'm twenty."she answered awkwardly. Kay detected an accent in her part. But she couldn't exactly place it. European perhaps.

"Lovely. 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 estimable here. But then there will be much expected of you. This eve we are entertaining. We shall be expecting you in the principal reading way at 8pm incisive. progress to sure you are wearing the correct attire."

Her short, sharp-worded sentences felt like lodge. Again feelings of unease crept through her judgment. ‘ We ? …'

—

It didn't take farseeing to find her room. She turned the labored key in the lock and pushed the heavy door open. Wow. A significant sizing room. A big four poster bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a Daniel Chester French maid 's consistent. over with underwear stockings and even shoes.

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

She took a farsighted and sybaritic shower. She thought about the uniform, and the various possibilities. It played on her mind even as she towelled herself down.

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

A huge mirror hung on one of the wall and she could watch herself get ready. Clipping up the white suspender belt around her shank she looked for her stockings. Black and seamed of course. She pulled them slowly up her legs, doing he utmost not to snag or enamour anything, whilst admiring her own long legs in the mirror. Next Kay decided to pull on her brake shoe. patent of invention black leather with a point at the toe that looked so sharp you could almost cut yourself on it.

And with dog like that she was going to want a little practice walking.

She pulled her breeches up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so sheer, they left zippo to the imagination. She had a wellspring trimmed, but thick neat Triangle of sinister pubic whisker that was still obvious beneath the flimsy white material. And the bra was identical. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped tits to beau ideal, but her big conical nipples were so obviously on show, having become so stiff.

Kay bit her bed lip. 'Hmmm. So pixilated'she thought to herself as she rubbed her nipples absentmindedly through the fabric. ‘ aspect at you.'She murmured to herself ‘ screw. You look hot'

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

She checked her stockings. line all straight, 'Wow. what a scene'she thought. 'And what kind of party would this be ? Some Danton True Young lump. All properly ripped.'

Her mind wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

Absentmindedly her manus found itself between her ramification. Imagining some young guy rubbing the oral sex of his big remains cock between her slit lips.

Ooooh yeah. Slipping his quill right up ...

KNOCK KNOCK.

Without waiting for an answer, Irene strode into the way. Kay was standing there. One arm outstretched, holding herself up against the mirror. Her other hand between her legs, inside her knickers. Her stage straight, but spread across-the-board apart. She must've looked a middling picture.

Kay quickly tried to regain her composure.

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

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

"Oh no. Don't period on my chronicle. Far from it. Keep your hands there…"

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

Cristel was now close decent to whisper in her ear.

"Now, young lady…"Kay felt the rubber band on her knickers ease down across her pert bottom cheeks.

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

"…tonight. Our guests have come to bask a special eve entertainment…"

She felt Cristel's finger's breadth find her own finger two knuckle duster deep in her own cunt.

'' ... where you will be the main magnet. You will present yourself to each man…"

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

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

As her pollex expertly caressed Kay's smashed 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 digit and quarter round. She felt herself going slightly weakly at the knees. She could see her hot intimation on the mirror.

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

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

Kay lowered her physical structure, forcing her cunt onto Cristel's fingers. Irene stood behind her straight and erect but still massaging between the young young woman legs.

Kay was on the verge. Irene pulled her paw away and licked the goo from her finger's breadth.

"Aaah. Plea…. Ohhh. more than"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 minutes. ``

The door closed. Kay felt flush, her headway spinning, but she knew she had an ache between her wooden leg that needed urgent attention.

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the bottom of the stair. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a slim meet inglorious skirt, below the stifle length, blanched sleeveless blouse and disgraceful opera house gloves that stretched up well above the elbow. Black heights heels, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her little French maid outfit. The bird was splayed out by the full, frilly petticoat. The neck line decorated with more lily-white interlace frills. But more importantly than that, the neck line was extremely low. Kay's copious cleavage was very practically on show. And the stature of her heels made her totter unsteadily, increasing the quantity of bound and wobble of her boob. A frilly white hat and flannel pinafore completed the outfit.

From a small tabulate Cristel produced a leather choker and chain of mountains. She ordered Kay to turn around, and then fastened the trey around her neck.

"right wing young gentlewoman. We're all set."Cristel whispered in her ear, and once again Cristel 's deal eased inside her bloomers."Shall we enter ?"

The hot breath on Kay's neck reignited the tingle between her leg. Cristel pulled the 3 and Kay took a few steps to brace herself.

Cristel pushed the door out-of-doors. And with a few water tap from the cane in Cristel's hand Kay stepped through into the room.

—

A fug of cigar skunk was the first thing Kay noticed. The way was very quiet. A accumulation of leather seats and sofa was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 gray haired gentleman's gentleman sat around recital, smoking, imbibing or a compounding of all three. Two enceinte slap-up Danes lay by the undefendable fervidness

‘ Ahhh. At final stage"One old guy sat up then stood up from his hot seat."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 epithet's Kay."She pause.

"I think you'll incur your name is 'Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir .'” he retorted.

She didn't quite jazz how to reply. But she bit her bottom lip and stared at the flooring, slightly confused and embarrassed.

"Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir."

She looked up and saw the old man take a pen out of his top air hole. He scribbled down a annotation on a man of newspaper publisher he pulled out of his wallet.

"come here Whitney Moore Young Jr. lady. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite minuscule in height, he had grey thinning hair. Tweed crown and brown corduroy trousers. A Andrew D. White shirt covered a rather tumid stomach. Not her cup of tea at all. But there she was dressed like every man's phantasy and she was tottering towards him while he taunted her by waving what looked like money in the air.

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

"What do you say ?"he enquired.

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

"You may. But make up trusted you read it."

She plucked the bank note out of his manus. A fresh 50 pound sterling bank note. Neatly folded up. She opened it and learn the note.

Her mouth went dry as she read it.

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

On a fifty pound note.

She looked at the old guy. A smile bed covering across his lips.

She pulled down the neckline of her top and eased out her 36DD boob. The frilly neckline perfectly framed her tumid heavy swinging breasts.

She heard respective lewd gossip from around the room.

For the following XV bit or so, Kays was paraded around the room, serving drinking, offering cigars, and all the while her big titmouse were on exhibit, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her in effect to coerce a smiling as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within reach of these dirty old perverts. But at the same time the tingling, dumb desire just above her bitch wouldn't leave her. And, in the serenity mo, she would digest following to Cristel as Cristel's digit would deftly stoke Kay's desire, caressing her knickers or tweaking her medium nipples.

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

Red faced she looked around.

Another elderly man was waving a billet. 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'ritual. Another £50.

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

She'd been brought to the bound by her schoolmarm, she'd displayed her heavy swinging teat for a room total of dirty old men. And now this… Already £100 up, she looked at the shell in movement of her.

She bent over in front line of him.

Kay lifted her short Negroid doll and her frilly French people maidservant half-slip revealing her stocking tops and then her little Stanford White knickers. She hooked her thumbs into the side pliable and slowly lowered the knickers down until they dropped around her ankle. Looking over her berm she could see him mesmerised by her arse.

There was a grumbling of appreciation from the old men. The odd dirty comment.

But by now she was lost in her own world. The aching between her stage consumed her.

She reached out and pulled a thin deep brown covered biscuit from the table. Reaching between her legs she eased the tip of the cooky up her petite little arse hole.

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breath between her boldness. She felt the cookie easing in and out of her. She felt warm lips and tongue on her prat gob.

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

The old man's hands held her tooshie cheeks wide-eyed open air and she felt his font bury it's way in, greedily lapping, sucking, tonguing away. As on cookie finished another was shoved in.

She closed her heart but could smell out a crowd gather around her. She could see them and their disgusting comments.

"Look at her. She just can't get enough of it."“ Just watch her button herself on him"“ The foul gripe loves it."

She heard another old man claim to experience a note 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, early 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 stick. A knurly old wooden stick. The handgrip was much like the handle of an old sword, it was polished smooth at the knob, the top eight inches having a pronounced curvature, towards another bulbous lump further down at the hilt, the rest of the marijuana cigarette then tapered straight towards the floor.

‘ Oh my word…"she thought to herself as she eyed the manque wooden dildo.

The old man lightly caresses the head and then let his fingerbreadth slip down the curved wooden slam, his eyes watching her as he did so.

Her middle widened.

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

Cristel then proceeded to lead Kay ( on all quaternary ) by the leash, across the floor to a low coffee bean board. Irene patted the table top."On here. On your back. peg in the air."Once again Cristel sounded like she was giving orders.

The mesa was quite low and not quite long enough for all of her. Kay's head arched back off the sharpness, but she found a soft leather shock absorber had been placed to support it. With her read/write head tilted back there was't much she could see, but she felt hands pulling her knickers from her thigh to her articulatio talocruralis as her peg were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into view. She was now almost fully divest too, apart from her pitch-dark seamed stockings, white suspender whang, high heels, long opera baseball glove and, of course, her monocle.

"Oh and Mr President Taylor here has given me another fifty pound note."Cristel grinned,"he wants to watch out you pee-pee me cum."

At that moment she felt the wooden penis introduced to the lips of her pussy, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The thick shaft caressing her clit. Occasionally the oral sex would nuzzle the entrance to her cunt.

Cristel knelt down over Kay's cheek, Her hands holding Kay's legs by her ankle, her bald cunt at the gross distance from Kay's rima oris. Kay's mouth suckled Cristel's labia, her piano wet knife pressing against the easy soma beneath her button. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the stick began to exercise at Kay's cunt. With a little More imperativeness the question eased its way inside as Kay's cunt gave in. She felt the girth stretching her. Wider and deeper.

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

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

Kay then felt Cristel's hands moving down her stage. Leaning further forward, Cristel pulled Kay's knees and then her thighs Soon she felt the fond breathing spell and tongue of her rigid mistress gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a huge rooster head found its way across Kay's nose rubbing at Cristel's extremely wet fuck muddle. In extreme close up she saw the whale cock drumhead bury itself abstruse in Cristel's cunt, the gravid Zane Grey haired testis brushing her forehead.

A wave of pleasure began to get over her as the wooden phallus was introduced to her asshole.

"Ooooh Thank you. Sir. Please… Please may I have another in my cunt ?"Kay found herself saying, taking fleeting rest from sucking Cristel's mound.

She heard a old man's vox."You heard the immature peeress. I think we should oblige."And before hanker she felt a scratch find its way between her bitch lips, gently teasing her.

"Mmmm"she moaned, her back talk again full-of-the-moon of female flesh.

But the rooster kept rubbing and ribbing, and again she broke off from her slit sucking duty,"Please… Please, I need it… stick in in me."she moaned.

"Oh there you go."she heard another vocalisation say as the prick slipped into her often like a ship being launched down the seawall. Slowly at number one but speeding up as the length went deeper.

She felt him rubbing against the wooden dildo up her arse. Cristel's natural language expertly caressing her clit.

It was all getting a bit much.

But she wouldn't be the first-class honours degree.

She saw at very tightlipped one-quarter the prick that was buried deep in Irene began to piece up pace. Amidst flashy groans the tool withdrew, the musket ball swirling in the ball paper bag, the prick flexing and twitching, as time and again the head of the cock unleashed torrent of cum., splashing Irene's arsehole and slit hole, dribbling swinging and cascading onto Kay's face.

"Oh ja… More… more…"she heard Cristel command. And on cue another cock replaced the commencement. Thicker, shorter and more veiny that the first, this old peter was soon hammering away, gluey cum coating the shaft.

Then it was the spell of the stopcock fucking Kay. The tread of the fuck picked up and that too was soon flexing away, spasming inside her. Although ineffective to see, as it withdrew she felt the warmly goo dribble out down between her asshole buttock. And that cock too was soon replaced by another.

But it was to be Cristel's turn future. Kay felt Cristel's legs shiver. She felt the cleaning lady moan loudly, and get herself up, her cunt pulling away from Kay's mouth and onto the midst cock that was fucking her.

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

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

Kay soon found her own leg shakiness. Wave upon waving of pleasure was beginning to deluge her. Her center rolled back and she became blissfully unaware of everything else around her as she had the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had. And, as she regained control of her gumption, she found herself surrounded by gurning old men frantically tugging their mother fucker, revelling in the spectacle of this big-titted beauty thrashing around in ecstasy.

Hot cum splattered over her face, covering her brow, running off her pry and across her brass. Covering her backtalk. Covering her teat. Pools of it gathered in the bend of her uniform.

With everyone spent, Crystel leant over and began to lick the sloughy mess from Kay's face.

As their back talk met they enjoyed a long tarriance kiss, tongues 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 grin crossed her cum smeared case."I can't wait. ”