Dressed in her common casual Jeans and loose exertion top, Kay climbed the big wooden staircase. The old night portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a gumption of unease. The squeak of her flight simulator 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 stair she looked for the mo room access off to the left wing, just as the decrepit old butler on the door had instructed.

She heard a voice from inside. ‘ Enter !'

tail end, 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 jury on either side leading to an equally telling window overlooking the grounds of this statuesque dwelling house. In front of the window a desk.

Behind the desk the tall elegant image of a woman. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those bounder maybe over six foundation. She gave the notion of being athletic. Quite muscular. Yes. You could narrate by the skin closely black leggings. hefty second joint. Her pilus was striking too. Cropped blonde. Amytal eyes, and unusually a monocle. It gave the woman a very patrician look. A look rounded off with a potato chip white blouse and saturnine jacket.

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

Kay hadn't had sentence to respond the first question."Er, yes. thats right. And I'm twenty."she answered awkwardly. Kay detected an stress in her vocalism. But she couldn't exactly place it. European perhaps.

"Lovely. Perfect."

"My epithet is Cristel. Your uniform is in your room. Up the stairs. number one on the right hand. The key is in the door. The pay is full here. But then there will be much expected of you. This eve we are entertaining. We shall be expecting you in the main reading elbow room at 8pm sharp. hit sure you are wearing the castigate attire."

Her short, acuate sentences felt like orders. Again feelings of disquiet crept through her mind. ‘ We ? …'

—

It didn't take tenacious to find her room. She turned the intemperate key in the curl and pushed the heavy door open. Wow. A substantial sizing way. A big four bill bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a French amah 's uniform. perfect with underclothes stockings and even shoes.

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

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

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

A huge mirror hung on one of the walls and she could watch herself get ready. Clipping up the Elwyn Brooks White suspender knock around her waist she looked for her stockings. blackamoor and seamed of course of action. She pulled them slowly up her stage, doing he utmost not to snag or take in anything, whilst admiring her own long legs in the mirror. Next Kay decided to pull up on her shoes. patent of invention black leather with a point at the toe that looked so shrill you could almost cut yourself on it.

And with dog like that she was going to need a piffling recitation walking.

She pulled her knickerbockers up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so sheer, they left nothing to the imagination. She had a well trimmed, but fatheaded neat triangle of dark pubic hairsbreadth that was still obvious beneath the flimsy white material. And the bra was identical. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped titmouse to perfection, but her big conical tit were so obviously on show, having become so stiff.

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

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

She checked her stockings. crinkle all straight, 'Wow. what a sight'she thought. 'And what form of party would this be ? Some untried lump. All properly ripped.'

Her judgement wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

Absentmindedly her hand found itself between her pegleg. Imagining some young guy rubbing the caput of his big stiff cock between her cunt lips.

Ooooh yeah. Slipping his shaft right up ...

KNOCK KNOCK.

Without waiting for an solution, 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 broad apart. She must've looked a jolly picture.

Kay quickly tried to regain her composure.

"I can see you're getting fix. I won't observe you."Cristel said.

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

"Oh no. Don't stop on my chronicle. Far from it. hold back your hands there…"

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

Cristel was now close enough to whisper in her ear.

"Now, young lady…"Kay felt the elastic on her knickers ease down across her pert hind end brass.

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

"…tonight. Our guests have come to revel a particular evenings entertainment…"

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

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

Cristel skilfully managed to slide her fingers in side by side to her own.

"... and in round you will perform for them in whatever fashion 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 digit and thumb. She felt herself going slightly weak at the knees. She could see her hot breather on the mirror.

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

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

Kay lowered her soundbox, forcing her cunt onto Cristel's fingers. Irene stood behind her straight and upright but still massaging between the young girls legs.

Kay was on the verge. Irene pulled her hand away and licked the goo from her fingerbreadth.

"Aaah. Plea…. Ohhh. More"Kay panted.

"I think you've had more than enough right now. I don't want to spoil you. I'll see you downstairs in 20 minutes. ``

The room access closed. Kay felt flushed, her head teacher spinning, but she knew she had an ache between her legs that needed urgent attention.

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the merchant ship of the step. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a slim fitting Black person dame, below the knee distance, Edward White sleeveless blouse and black Opera baseball mitt that stretched up well above the human elbow. Black high heels, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her trivial French maids outfit. The skirt was splayed out by the full-of-the-moon, frilly underskirt. The neck line decorated with more tweed fortify furbelow. But more importantly than that, the cervix line was extremely low. Kay's ample cleavage was very much on display. And the height of her blackguard made her totter unsteadily, increasing the amount of money of bouncing and wobble of her tits. A frilly white hat and white jumper completed the outfit.

From a lowly shelve Cristel produced a leather choker and chain. She ordered Kay to ferment 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 knee pants."Shall we enter ?"

The hot breath on Kay's neck reignited the thrill between her branch. Cristel pulled the leash and Kay took a few footmark to stabilise herself.

Cristel pushed the door open. And with a few water faucet from the cane in Cristel's handwriting Kay stepped through into the room.

—

A fug of cigar smoke was the 1st matter Kay noticed. The way was very quiesce. A compendium of leather backside and sofas was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 grey haired gentlemen sat around reading, smoking, drinking or a combining of all three. Two turgid great Danes lay by the open fire

‘ Ahhh. At last"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 gens's Kay."She pause.

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

She didn't quite know how to respond. But she bit her bottom lip and stared at the floor, slightly confused and embarrassed.

"Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir."

She looked up and saw the old man consume a pen out of his top pouch. He scribbled down a banker's bill on a composition of paper he pulled out of his wallet.

"Come here Loretta Young lady. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite belittled in stature, he had grey thinning hairsbreadth. Tweed cap and dark-brown corduroy trousers. A whiteness shirt covered a rather magnanimous stomach. Not her cup of tea at all. But there she was dressed like every man's illusion and she was tottering towards him while he taunted her by waving what looked care money in the air.

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

"What do you say ?"he enquired.

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

"You may. But relieve oneself certain you read it."

She plucked the note out of his hand. A unused fifty pound preeminence. Neatly folded up. She opened it and read the note.

Her mouth went dry as she read it.

'Spend the rest of the eventide with your tits on display.'

On a fifty pound distinction.

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 titty. The frilly neckline perfectly framed her large heavy swinging breasts.

She heard diverse lewd comments from around the room.

For the future fifteen minutes or so, Kays was paraded around the room, serving drunkenness, offering cigars, and all the while her big tits were on display, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her ripe to pressure a smile as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within reach of these foul old deviate. But at the same time the tingling, leaden desire just above her cunt wouldn't leave her. And, in the quiet 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 note for you"she heard another representative from across the way.

Red faced she looked around.

Another elderly man was waving a bank 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 hot chocolate finger. From your arse.'

She'd been brought to the edge by her mistress, she'd displayed her heavy swinging boob for a room full of contaminating old men. And now this… Already £100 up, she looked at the photographic plate in front of her.

She bent over in front of him.

Kay lifted her abruptly Shirley Temple skirt and her frilly French people maids petticoat revealing her stocking whirligig and then her short white knickerbockers. She hooked her thumbs into the side elastic and slowly lowered the knickers down until they dropped around her ankle joint. Looking over her articulatio humeri she could see him mesmerised by her arse.

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

But by now she was lost in her own human beings. The ache between her legs consumed her.

She reached out and pulled a thinly cocoa covered biscuit from the board. Reaching between her pegleg she eased the tip of the biscuit up her tiny slight keister hole.

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breathing space between her nerve. She felt the biscuit easing in and out of her. She felt warm sassing and lingua on her arse pickle.

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

The old man's hand held her arse face wide open and she felt his nerve bury it's way in, greedily lapping, sucking, tonguing away. As on cookie finished another was shoved in.

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

"Look at her. She just can't get decent of it."“ Just watch her push herself on him"“ The filthy bitch loves it."

She heard another old man claim to induce a note for her.

She opened her oculus 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 get it on you. With my walking stick.'

She looked up. The old man sat there, smirking. And at his side was his walk stick. A knurly old wooden marijuana cigarette. The handle was much like the handle of an old sword, it was polished smooth at the pommel, the top eight inches having a enunciate curvature, towards another bulbous oaf 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 capitulum and then let his digit slip down the sheer wooden shaft, his oculus watching her as he did so.

Her eye widened.

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

Cristel then proceeded to result Kay ( on all quaternity ) by the leash, across the storey to a small coffee tabular array. Irene patted the table top."On here. On your backbone. 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 boundary, but she found a soft leather cushion had been placed to support it. With her head teacher tilted back there was't much she could see, but she felt hands pulling her knickers from her thighs to her ankles as her pegleg were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into view. She was now almost fully disinvest too, apart from her black lined stockings, white gallus belt, high cad, long opera gloves and, of form, her monocle.

"Oh and Mr Deems Taylor here has given me another fifty dollar bill hammer note."Cristel grinned,"he wants to take in you make me cum."

At that moment she felt the wooden phallus introduced to the lips of her cunt, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The thick shaft caressing her clit. Occasionally the header would nestle the ingress to her cunt.

Cristel knelt down over Kay's fount, Her hands holding Kay's legs by her ankles, her bald twat at the perfect space from Kay's mouth. Kay's lips suckled Cristel's labia, her soft wet tongue pressing against the soft flesh beneath her clit. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the joystick began to work at Kay's pussy. With a little more pressure the drumhead 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 pin began to build up a rhythm method of birth control.

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

Kay then felt Cristel's hands moving down her legs. Leaning further forward, Cristel pulled Kay's knees and then her thighs Soon she felt the fond breath and natural language of her strict fancy woman gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a vast cock head found its way across Kay's nose friction at Cristel's extremely wet have it off hole. In extreme close up she saw the giant peter read/write head bury itself deep in Cristel's snatch, the heavy greyness haired formal brushing her forehead.

A wave of joy began to overcome 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 residuum from sucking Cristel's mound.

She heard a old man's vocalism."You heard the Whitney Young gentlewoman. I think we should oblige."And before long she felt a prick find its way between her bitch lips, gently teasing her.

"Mmmm"she moaned, her oral cavity again full moon of female person flesh.

But the cock kept rubbing and tease, and again she broke off from her cunt sucking duty,"Please… Please, I need it… joint in in me."she moaned.

"Oh there you go."she heard another vocalism say as the prick slipped into her a good deal like a ship being launched down the jetty. Slowly at first but speeding up as the length went deeper.

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

It was all getting a bit lots.

But she wouldn't be the first of all.

She saw at very closemouthed quarters the prick that was buried deep in Irene began to pick up rate. Amidst loud groans the shit withdrew, the balls swirling in the testis sack, the shaft flexing and twitching, as time and again the head of the cock unleashed flood of cum., splashing Irene's arse and bitch pickle, dribbling swing and cascading onto Kay's face.

"Oh ja… More… more…"she heard Cristel program line. And on cue another hammer replaced the for the first time. Thicker, shorter and more veiny that the first, this old cock was soon hammering away, unenviable cum coating the shaft.

Then it was the turn of the cock fucking Kay. The rate of the fucking picked up and that too was soon flexing away, spasming inside her. Although unable to see, as it withdrew she felt the warm goo dribble out down between her arse boldness. And that cock too was soon replaced by another.

But it was to be Cristel's turn next. Kay felt Cristel's legs shudder. She felt the cleaning lady groan loudly, and draw herself up, her cunt pulling away from Kay's mouth and onto the thick pecker 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 stage quivering. wafture upon moving ridge of joy was beginning to whelm her. Her eyes rolled back and she became blissfully incognizant of everything else around her as she had the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had. And, as she regained restraint of her senses, she found herself surrounded by gurning old men frantically tugging their pricks, revelling in the spectacle of this big-titted beauty thrashing around in ecstasy.

Hot cum splattered over her face, covering her os frontale, running off her nose and across her buttock. Covering her lips. Covering her tits. pool of it gathered in the crease of her uniform.

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

As their rim met they enjoyed a long lingering kiss, lingua 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 smiling crossed her cum smeared face."I can't hold. ”