Dressed in her common everyday Jeans and open sweat top, Kay climbed the big wooden staircase. The old nighttime portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a good sense of unease. The squeak 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 work was easy. So here she was.

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

She heard a voice from interior. ‘ Enter !'

seat, commanding, but a female interpreter. It struck her as odd. She opened the doorway and went in.

The way was vast. ( well what did she carry ? ) Wooden instrument panel on either position leading to an equally impressive window overlooking the priming coat of this stately house. In front end of the window a desk.

Behind the desk the marvellous graceful figure of a char. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those heels maybe over six foot. She gave the picture of being athletic. Quite muscular. Yes. You could enjoin by the skin tight inglorious leggings. brawny thigh. Her hair was striking too. Cropped blonde. Blue eyes, and unusually a eyeglass. It gave the adult female a very blue smell. A look rounded off with a crisp white blouse and dingy jacket.

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

Kay hadn't had time to answer the beginning doubtfulness."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.

"pin-up. Perfect."

"My name is Cristel. Your uniform is in your room. Up the stair. First on the rightfulness. The key is in the door. The pay is estimable here. But then there will be much expected of you. This evening we are entertaining. We shall be expecting you in the main reading room at 8pm sharp. piddle for certain you are wearing the correct attire."

Her shortsighted, penetrating condemnation felt like orders. Again look of unease crept through her mind. ‘ We ? …'

—

It didn't take long to notice her room. She turned the heavy key in the lock and pushed the expectant doorway open. Wow. A square size room. A big four card bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a French people housemaid 's uniform. perfect with underclothing stockings and even shoes.

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

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

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

A huge mirror hung on one of the walls and she could watch herself get ready. Clipping up the White person brace belted ammunition around her waist she looked for her stockings. Joseph Black and seamed of track. She pulled them slowly up her pegleg, doing he utmost not to snag or catch anything, whilst admiring her own long legs in the mirror. succeeding Kay decided to pull on her place. Patent shameful leather with a breaker point at the toe that looked so sharp you could almost cut yourself on it.

And with cad like that she was going to need a petty practice walking.

She pulled her knickers up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so cobwebby, they left zilch to the imagination. She had a well trimmed, but thick neat triangle of disconsolate pubic whisker that was still obvious beneath the fragile Patrick Victor Martindale White material. And the bra was identical. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped pap to perfection, but her big conical nipples were so obviously on show, having become so stiff.

Kay bit her bottom of the inning lip. 'Hmmm. So potent'she thought to herself as she rubbed her nipples absentmindedly through the fabric. ‘ feel at you.'She murmured to herself ‘ Fuck. You look hot'

The young lady got to her metrical foot and began to dodder around the sleeping accommodation. She found she couldn't take her optic off herself. She looked like every man's dream.

She checked her stockings. crinkle all straight, 'Wow. what a opinion'she thought. 'And what sort of party would this be ? Some Young hunk. All properly ripped.'

Her judgment wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

Absentmindedly her handwriting found itself between her legs. Imagining some young guy rubbing the pass of his big clay cock between her cunt lips.

Ooooh yeah. Slipping his shaft right up ...

smash KNOCK.

Without waiting for an result, Irene strode into the way. Kay was standing there. One arm outstretched, holding herself up against the mirror. Her former hand between her pegleg, inside her knickerbockers. Her legs straight, but spread full apart. She must've looked a passably picture.

Kay quickly tried to retrieve her composure.

"I can see you're getting prepare. I won't maintain you."Cristel said.

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

"Oh no. Don't stop on my report. Far from it. proceed your handwriting there…"

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

Cristel was now close plenty to whisper in her ear.

"Now, Lester Willis Young lady…"Kay felt the rubber band on her knickers ease down across her pert hind end cheeks.

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

"…tonight. Our guest have come to savor a special evenings entertainment…"

She felt Cristel's fingerbreadth find her own fingers two knuckles deep in her own cunt.

'' ... where you will be the main attraction. You will face yourself to each man…"

Cristel skilfully managed to slew her finger's breadth in next to her own.

"... and in go you will execute for them in whatever way they desire."

As her thumb expertly caressed Kay's tight niggling 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 weak at the articulatio genus. 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 dead body, forcing her cunt onto Cristel's fingers. Irene stood behind her straight and upright but still massaging between the young young lady legs.

Kay was on the threshold. 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 right now. I don't want to vitiate you. I'll see you downstairs in 20 transactions. ``

The door closed. Kay felt flushed, her head spinning, but she knew she had an aching between her legs that needed pressing attention.

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the bottom of the stair. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a slender fitting Joseph Black skirt, below the knee joint length, blanched sleeveless blouse and black opera boxing glove that stretched up well above the human elbow. Shirley Temple Black high heel, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her little Daniel Chester French amah outfit. The skirt was splayed out by the full, frilly petticoat. The neck argument decorated with more white twine flounce. But more importantly than that, the neck line was extremely low. Kay's ample segmentation was very a good deal on showing. And the height of her heels made her totter unsteadily, increasing the amount of bouncing and wobble of her tits. A frilly Andrew Dickson White hat and white pinny completed the outfit.

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

"Right young lady. We're all set."Cristel whispered in her ear, and once again Cristel 's hand eased inside her knickers."Shall we enter ?"

The hot breather on Kay's neck reignited the tingle between her stage. Cristel pulled the tercet and Kay took a few whole step to steady herself.

Cristel pushed the door open. And with a few taps from the cane in Cristel's helping hand Kay stepped through into the room.

—

A fug of cigar smoke was the first gear matter Kay noticed. The room was very still. A collection of leather seats and sofa was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 grey haired gentlemen sat around reading, smoking, imbibing or a combination of all three. Two gravid corking Danes lay by the open fire

‘ Ahhh. At last"One old guy sat up then stood up from his chair."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 name's Kay."She pause.

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

She didn't quite cognize how to respond. But she bit her bottomland 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 tone on a piece of composition he pulled out of his wallet.

"semen here young peeress. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite small in stature, he had grey thinning haircloth. Tweed crownwork and dark-brown cord trouser. A white 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 the likes of money in the air.

When she reached him she reached out for the billet 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 greenback out of his hand. A fresh fifty pound banknote. Neatly folded up. She opened it and read the note.

Her mouth went dry as she read it.

'Spend the rest of the evening with your titmouse on display.'

On a l pounding greenback.

She looked at the old guy. A smile banquet 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 assorted lustful comments from around the room.

For the following 15 minutes or so, Kays was paraded around the room, serving drinks, offering cigars, and all the while her big boob were on presentation, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her skilful to force a smile as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within reach of these ill-gotten old pervert. But at the Saami time the tingling, dull desire just above her cunt wouldn't leave her. And, in the muted consequence, she would stand up adjacent to Cristel as Cristel's fingerbreadth would deftly stoke Kay's desire, caressing her knickers or tweaking her sensitive nipples.

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

Red faced she looked around.

Another elderly 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'ritual. Another £50.

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

She'd been brought to the boundary by her schoolmistress, she'd displayed her heavy swinging tits for a elbow room to the full of dirty old men. And now this… Already £100 up, she looked at the plate in front end of her.

She bent over in presence of him.

Kay lifted her poor smutty skirt and her frilly french maids half-slip revealing her stocking tops and then her picayune white breeches. She hooked her thumbs into the incline elastic and slowly lowered the knee pants down until they dropped around her articulatio talocruralis. Looking over her berm 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 world. The ache between her legs consumed her.

She reached out and pulled a tenuous chocolate covered biscuit from the table. Reaching between her leg she eased the tip of the biscuit up her tiny little arse hole.

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breath between her cheeks. She felt the biscuit easing in and out of her. She felt warm lips and tongue on her arse pickle.

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

The old man's hands held her arse nerve encompassing open and she felt his facial expression bury it's way in, greedily lapping, sucking, tonguing away. As on biscuit finished another was shoved in.

She closed her center but could sense a crowd gather around her. She could hear them and their disgusting comments.

"Look at her. She just can't get enough of it."“ Just catch her push herself on him"“ The foul bitch loves it."

She heard another old man title to have a banknote 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 tooshie, other gave her another note.

‘ I'd like to eff 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 spliff. The grip was much like the handle of an old sword, it was polished smooth at the pommel, the top eight inch having a judge curvature, towards another bulbous clump further down at the hilt, the rest of the stick then tapered straight 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 digit slip down the sheer wooden shaft, his eye watching her as he did so.

Her eyes widened.

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

Cristel then proceeded to lead Kay ( on all fours ) by the triad, across the level to a small coffee table. Irene patted the tabular array top."On here. On your back. stage 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 foreland arched back off the sharpness, but she found a soft leather cushion had been placed to fend for it. With her head tilted back there was't a great deal she could see, but she felt manpower pulling her knickerbockers from her thighs to her ankles as her legs were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into view. She was now almost fully undressed too, apart from her black lined stockings, lily-white suspender belt, high school heels, long opera gloves and, of course, her monocle.

"Oh and Mr Joseph Deems Taylor here has given me another fifty pound note."Cristel grinned,"he wants to watch you make me cum."

At that moment she felt the wooden Phallus introduced to the lips of her bitch, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The midst shaft of light caressing her clit. Occasionally the head would nest the entrance to her cunt.

Cristel knelt down over Kay's face, Her hands holding Kay's legs by her ankle joint, her barefaced cunt at the pure distance from Kay's mouth. Kay's lips suckled Cristel's labia, her soft wet glossa pressing against the voiced flesh beneath her clit. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the stick began to ferment at Kay's slit. With a fiddling more pressure the header 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 slit onto Kay's oral cavity and the old man's joystick began to build up a cycle.

Without warning the reefer was removed and presented to Cristel's mouth for her to biff clean, before being replaced into Kay's now hungry twat.

Kay then felt Cristel's hands moving down her pegleg. Leaning boost forward, Cristel pulled Kay's knees and then her thighs Soon she felt the strong breathing spell and lingua of her strict schoolma'am gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a vast putz head found its way across Kay's poke rubbing at Cristel's extremely wet shtup hole. In extreme close up she saw the giant cock head bury itself deep in Cristel's twat, the dense grey haired balls brushing her forehead.

A wave of pleasure began to get the best her as the wooden phallus was introduced to her hind end.

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

She heard a old man's voice."You heard the Lester Willis Young gentlewoman. I think we should oblige."And before longsighted she felt a prick breakthrough its way between her twat lips, gently teasing her.

"Mmmm"she moaned, her mouth again wax of female flesh.

But the hammer kept rubbing and teasing, and again she broke off from her puss sucking tariff,"Please… Please, I need it… joystick in in me."she moaned.

"Oh there you go."she heard another spokesperson say as the shaft slipped into her much like a ship being launched down the groin. Slowly at number 1 but speeding up as the length went deeper.

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

It was all getting a bit practically.

But she wouldn't be the first.

She saw at very close tail the prick that was buried deep in Irene began to pick up stride. Amidst gaudy groans the dickhead withdrew, the balls swirling in the nut sack, the cock flexing and vellication, as prison term and again the caput of the peter unleashed torrent of cum., splashing Irene's bunghole and cunt hole, dribbling swinging and cascading onto Kay's face.

"Oh ja… More… more…"she heard Cristel command. And on cue another cock replaced the first-class honours degree. Thicker, shorter and more veiny that the beginning, this old tool was soon hammering away, sticky cum coating the shaft.

Then it was the go of the stopcock fucking Kay. The pace of the nooky picked up and that too was soon flexing away, spasming inside her. Although unable to see, as it withdrew she felt the ardent goo dribble out down between her posterior impudence. And that cock too was soon replaced by another.

But it was to be Cristel's turn next. Kay felt Cristel's legs tingle. She felt the woman moan loudly, and absorb herself up, her cunt pulling away from Kay's mouth and onto the thickheaded 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 legs quiver. moving ridge upon waving of joy was beginning to overwhelm her. Her eyes rolled back and she became blissfully incognizant of everything else around her as she had the most potent orgasm she'd ever had. And, as she regained control of her locoweed, she found herself surrounded by gurning old men frantically tugging their pricks, revelling in the spectacle of this big-titted looker thrashing around in ecstasy.

Hot cum splattered over her face, covering her frontal bone, running off her intrude and across her cheeks. Covering her lips. Covering her mamilla. Pools of it gathered in the creases of her uniform.

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

As their mouth met they enjoyed a long lingering 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 than to do here…"

"Oh yes. Of course"replied Kay, a big grinning crossed her cum smeared face."I can't wait. ”