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

At first off she'd been very apprehensive. Not about the employment so very much, but about her uniform. Seamed melanize fully fashioned stockings with black patent high heels. An old fashioned amobarbital sodium nurses plume compete with spotter fastened to her bureau, white apron and a petty Andrew Dickson White hat. It seemed terribly old fashioned and she was unsure of the aid 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 sense very welcome and where extremely courteous to her. She caught the odd couplet of eyes transfixed on her bosom every once in a piece, but with a 34DD bra size, she was used to that.

In fact attending of any form was hardly a surprisal. Jo was 5'6'with thick chestnut tree hair down to her shoulders, A curvaceous image, svelte waist and a fringe benefit ass. Her peg were muscular at the thigh, squeamish and long with beautifully slim down ankles. She had panoptic doe like eyes a short release nose and big easy lips. And, of course, a rather magnificent 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 good morning turn, but then about 11am she was called to the manager's office. She was surprised to notice a few members of the staff had arranged a few beverage during the break. There was a diminished bar laid on. She was both surprised and a little entranced. Even a few affected role were there.

Very quickly she soon became the centre of attention, and every time she looked round her shabu was re charged. And, just turning 20, she wasn't really used to all the alcohol.

She can't think of exactly how it started.

One of the patients offered her a birthday kiss. Innocently of course of study. But it lingered.

As did the next.

And the arms around the waist.

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

But she was enjoying herself, the marrow of tending. All harmless fun.

The music started. Encouraged to trip the light fantastic, she was led up to a small chocolate table.

She had her hired hand held by two old patients while she gyrated to the beat of the music, elevated above the small crowd. Her head swimming. Another patient offered her a birthday kiss. She bent forward and the old man held her head. A foresighted diffuse osculation longer than she anticipated… and then she felt the tip of his natural language. As she did bridge player stroked the back of her leg.

The daze nearly made her topple forward.

She managed to exempt one hand then the other, in an endeavour to swat away the manus behind her. The bridge player lifting her dress. the hands stroking her thighs, the bridge player caressing her knee pants. Whilst all the time she had her mouthpiece wrapped round the old man's glossa. As she tried to free herself from the amatory kiss, it was letting the hands behind her have a resign reign.

Involuntarily she felt her legs open ever so slightly. Soon she was less repellent to the oral fissure on hers.

She felt the zipper on her dress slowly eased down.

She had no liberate paw to resist.

Freeing herself from the old man in social movement of her, she stood upright. the music played on. She continued to dance, although now slightly more provocatively. Encouraged by the wolf whistles, she slowly slipped the nanny dress off one shoulder, then the early, her hips provocatively gyrating to the music. Soon her rich segmentation was tempting the rabid crowd in front of her. Pulling the dress further down to reveal her huge ( still bra clad ) tits brought gasps and plenty of lewd comments and cry from the group of men.

The wearing apparel dropped to the level. Hips swaying, she danced wearing just a see through white-hot bra, see through Edward White knickers, white brace, black seamed stockings and inkiness high heels.

Hands ‘ helped'her down from the table, her center transfixed on the number of well cocks she could see in the trouser and beneath the dressing gowns.

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

Having been helped down from the board, a hand held her wrist, guiding her medal to a thick veined cock she could barely get her handwriting round of golf. Her oculus widened in surprisal. Then the same happened to her other hand.

Fingers hooked inside her knee breeches and began to pull them down.

A thick but well trimmed Dubyuh of dark whisker was now visible to the old men.

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

She softly stroked the cock in each hand, occasionally rubbing the laurel wreath of her mitt across the head, spreading the film of pre cum over the protuberant headspring. Her mitt quickly passed to other equally large and stiff members.

The men crowded rhythm. Her neck was kissed and caressed. Her mouth where kissed. Her pinna were sucked, tongued and kissed. She felt at least two turncock header light touch against her arse brass. Her tits were also caressed, sucked and groped.

She was almost have the best. these men were old enough to be her grandfather. Those marked-up old men taking advantage of her Whitney Young eubstance. So very, very naughty of her.

'The filthy fucking bastards.'she thought to herself.

That thought made her very wet indeed. Her ramification, ever so slightly spread head had fingerbreadth kneading her buttocks, gently probing the wetness between her legs, stroking those diffuse inviting lips.

She knew it wouldn't be farsighted before she felt the slick wet heading of cock slip between her legs. And then there is was. Hot and stiff, flexing against her cunt mouth. She gently tilt forward. That movement and the fact she was wearing her high heels meant the turncock 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 groan.

Cheers ran around the room.

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

Another old man knelt down and got underneath her, his greyness stubbly neck arching up like an old tortoise, his mouth and clapper working her Young wet sex, while 9 inches of hammer pumped like a piston inside her. It was almost too much for the poor girl.

But the old guy wire decided on a dissimilar status for her.

Another old guy whipped his cock from beneath his dressing gown and laid down on the floor. Jo was top across and impaled on his huge glistening cock, her big fat tits smothering his old wrinkly face. Her stocking clad leg were spread spacious, revealing her diffused pink asshole invitingly to the eager crowd.

It was an offer too good to turn away. Another old man was soon on his human knee offering the mushroom headed cock up to her off-pink innocent niggling rosebud. One push and his fat member violated the untested charwoman's anus.

Soon the three of them moved in rhythm to the delight of the onlooking crowd, stopcock in hand, vigorously wanking at the tidy sum in movement of them.

Another peter was offered up to Jo's mouthpiece. And another.

With a thrill and an animalistic moan the old man behind her unloaded his balls right up Jo's tush. And, as he did another unloaded over the backrest of her head.

As the semi-hard cock withdrew from Jo's arse it was soon replaced by another stiffer, fresh cock, the cum acting as lube, enabling easy entree. His grey hairy balls hanging low, banging against her sick tegument with every stroke.

Jo's eye's rolled back and she could no longer centre on the shaft heads around her backtalk. Her body went into cramp. Her neck arched back as she began to cum. Her shuddering was too much for some of the guy and they began to discharge cum bowed stringed instrument across her pretty fiddling face.

And on it went.

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

kindling dripped from her face, her titmouse and oozed out of her cunt and her fanny. 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 actual picture.

And acting like material gentlemen the old men helped her clean up and get herself decent.

Later that week, Jo received a promotion and an increased wear allowance. So no doubt there will be more narrative to come ...