Dressed in her usual daily dungaree and loose sweat top, Kay climbed the big wooden stairway. The old wickedness portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a sensation of unease. The squeak of her trainer echoed around the Brobdingnagian building.

She'd answered an ad for a maid. With excellent 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 second door off to the left, just as the decrepit old butler on the door had instructed.

She heard a voice from inside. ‘ Enter !'

buttocks, commanding, but a female articulation. It struck her as odd. She opened the door and went in.

The room was huge. ( Well what did she expect ? ) Wooden panels on either side leading to an equally impressive window overlooking the grounds of this stately dwelling. In front of the window a desk.

Behind the desk the improbable graceful figure of a womanhood. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those heels maybe over six groundwork. She gave the picture of being athletic. Quite mesomorphic. Yes. You could tell apart by the hide rigorous inkiness leggings. mesomorphic second joint. Her hair was striking too. Cropped blond. wild blue yonder eyes, and unusually a eyeglass. It gave the woman a very aristocratic aspect. A look rounded off with a crinkle white blouse and moody jacket.

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

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

"Lovely. Perfect."

"My name is Cristel. Your uniform is in your elbow room. Up the stairs. first base on the right hand. The key is in the door. The pay is soundly here. But then there will be much expected of you. This evening we are entertaining. We shall be expecting you in the main reading elbow room at 8pm sharp. Make sure you are wearing the correct attire."

Her short, shrewd sentences felt like ordering. Again feelings of malaise crept through her idea. ‘ We ? …'

—

It didn't take longsighted to bump her room. She turned the gruelling key in the lock and pushed the heavy door open. Wow. A substantial sizing room. A big four poster bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a French people maid 's unvarying. Complete with underwear stockings and even shoes.

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

She took a long and luxurious shower. She thought about the uniform, and the various theory. 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 direct her time.

A Brobdingnagian mirror hung on one of the paries and she could watch herself get ready. Clipping up the white brace belt around her waist she looked for her stockings. lightlessness and seamed of course. She pulled them slowly up her peg, doing he utmost not to snag or catch anything, whilst admiring her own long legs in the mirror. Next Kay decided to pull on her shoes. Patent shameful leather with a pointedness at the toe that looked so discriminating you could almost cut yourself on it.

And with bounder like that she was going to need a little practice walking.

She pulled her pants up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so sheer, they left nothing to the imagination. She had a fountainhead trimmed, but thick neat triangle of morose pubic hair that was still obvious beneath the flimsy egg white material. And the bra was identical. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped tits to perfection, but her big conical nipples were so obviously on show, having become so stiff.

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

The young lady got to her feet and began to coggle around the bedroom. She found she couldn't take her heart off herself. She looked like every man's dream.

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

Her brain wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

Absentmindedly her hand found itself between her stage. Imagining some unseasoned guy rubbing the headspring of his big stiff prick between her cunt lips.

Ooooh yeah. Slipping his shaft right up ...

KNOCK KNOCK.

Without waiting for an solvent, Irene strode into the room. Kay was standing there. One arm outstretched, holding herself up against the mirror. Her other hand between her ramification, inside her knickers. Her branch heterosexual, but spread wide-cut apart. She must've looked a pretty picture.

Kay quickly tried to recover her composure.

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

Cristel approached and Kay began to ( rather embarrassingly ) remove the finger's breadth from her cunt.

"Oh no. Don't stop on my account. Far from it. stay fresh your hired man there…"

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

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

"…tonight. Our guests have come to enjoy a special eventide entertainment…"

She felt Cristel's finger find her own digit two knuckles deep in her own cunt.

'' ... where you will be the independent draw. You will represent yourself to each man…"

Cristel skilfully managed to slide her finger in future to her own.

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

As her thumb expertly caressed Kay's besotted lilliputian 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 ovolo. She felt herself going slightly weak at the knees. She could see her hot breath on the mirror.

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

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

Kay lowered her body, forcing her snatch onto Cristel's finger's breadth. Irene stood behind her straight and upright but still massaging between the offspring girl legs.

Kay was on the sceptre. Irene pulled her paw away and licked the goo from her fingers.

"Aaah. Plea…. Ohhh. Sir Thomas More"Kay panted.

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

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

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the prat of the steps. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a slight go black-market skirt, below the stifle length, livid sleeveless blouse and black opera house mitt that stretched up well above the elbow. Black high heels, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her piddling French housemaid kit. The doll was splayed out by the full, frilly petticoat. The neck line decorated with more livid enlace frills. But more importantly than that, the neck line was extremely low. Kay's ample cleavage was very a good deal on display. And the height of her bounder made her totter unsteadily, increasing the amount of bounce and wobble of her tits. A frilly T. H. White hat and white pinafore completed the outfit.

From a lowly table Cristel produced a leather choker and chain. She ordered Kay to turn around, and then fastened the 3 around her neck.

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

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

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

—

A fug of cigar smoke was the foremost thing Kay noticed. The room was very quiet. A compendium of leather rump and sofas was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 grey haired gentlemen sat around reading material, smoking, drunkenness or a compounding of all three. Two large great Danes lay by the open firing

‘ Ahhh. At lastly"One old guy sat up then stood up from his president."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 public figure's Kay."She pause.

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

She didn't quite know how to answer. 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 take a pen out of his top sack. He scribbled down a note on a piece of report he pulled out of his wallet.

"ejaculate here young lady. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite small in stature, he had grey thinning haircloth. Tweed jacket and Robert Brown corduroy pant. A whiteness shirt covered a rather large 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 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 tone sir ?"

"You may. But score sure you read it."

She plucked the bank note out of his paw. A fresh fifty pound line. Neatly folded up. She opened it and study the note.

Her mouth went dry as she read it.

'Spend the respite of the eve with your knocker on display.'

On a l pound note.

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

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

She heard several lewd comments from around the room.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, Kays was paraded around the elbow room, serving crapulence, offering cigars, and all the while her big tit were on display, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her best to force a smiling as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within reach of these dirty old deviant. But at the Same time the tingling, pall desire just above her puss wouldn't leave her. And, in the quiet import, she would brook succeeding 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 spokesperson from across the room.

Red faced she looked around.

Another older man was waving a annotation. 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'rite. Another £50.

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

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

She bent over in front of him.

Kay lifted her short circuit black dame and her frilly Gallic amah underskirt revealing her stocking tops and then her slight white knickers. She hooked her thumb into the side rubber band and slowly lowered the pants down until they dropped around her ankles. Looking over her shoulder joint she could see him mesmerised by her arse.

There was a murmur of admiration 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 reduce burnt umber covered cooky from the table. Reaching between her legs she eased the tip of the biscuit up her tiny little buns hole.

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breath between her brass. She felt the cooky relief in and out of her. She felt lovesome rim and tongue on her arse hole.

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

The old man's hands held her ass buttock wide open and she felt his face bury it's way in, greedily lapping, sucking, tonguing away. As on biscuit finished another was shoved in.

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

"feel at her. She just can't get plenty of it."“ Just observe her button herself on him"“ The filthy bitch loves it."

She heard another old man claim to sustain a banker's bill 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 rump, other gave her another note.

‘ I'd like to sleep together you. With my walking stick.'

She looked up. The old man sat there, smirking. And at his English was his walking peg. A knurly old wooden stick. The hold was much like the handle of an old brand, it was polished smooth at the saddlebow, the top eight inches having a sound out curve, towards another bulbous lump further down at the hilt, the rest of the spliff 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 digit slip down the curved wooden shaft, his eyes watching her as he did so.

Her center widened.

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

Cristel then proceeded to conduce Kay ( on all fours ) by the triad, across the trading floor to a small coffee mesa. Irene patted the board top."On here. On your back. wooden leg 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 pass arched back off the edge, but she found a soft leather shock had been placed to support it. With her head tilted back there was't much she could see, but she felt work force pulling her knickers from her thigh to her articulatio talocruralis as her legs were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into view. She was now almost fully discase too, apart from her black lined stockings, White River suspender belt, mellow heels, long opera house glove and, of course, her monocle.

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

At that second she felt the wooden phallus introduced to the lips of her puss, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The thick beam of light caressing her clit. Occasionally the head would cuddle the entering to her cunt.

Cristel knelt down over Kay's face, Her hands holding Kay's legs by her ankle joint, her denudate puss at the staring length from Kay's back talk. Kay's sass suckled Cristel's labia, her balmy wet tongue pressing against the delicate flesh beneath her button. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the stick began to work at Kay's bitch. With a little more pressure the psyche eased its way inside as Kay's puss gave in. She felt the cinch stretching her. Wider and deeper.

As Kay began to involuntarily moan, it coaxed Cristel into pressing her twat onto Kay's lip and the old man's stick began to progress up a rhythm.

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

Kay then felt Cristel's bridge player moving down her legs. Leaning far forward, Cristel pulled Kay's knee and then her thigh Soon she felt the warm breath and natural language of her strict schoolma'am gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a huge stopcock head found its way across Kay's nose rubbing at Cristel's extremely wet have it away mess. In extreme point close up she saw the titan putz head bury itself mystifying in Cristel's pussy, the weighty Lady Jane Grey haired balls brushing her forehead.

A moving ridge 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 residue from sucking Cristel's mound.

She heard a old man's voice."You heard the Edward Young dame. I think we should oblige."And before tenacious she felt a prickle find its way between her twat lips, gently teasing her.

"Mmmm"she moaned, her backtalk again full of female flesh.

But the pecker kept rubbing and teasing, and again she broke off from her twat sucking obligation,"Please… Please, I need it… pin in in me."she moaned.

"Oh there you go."she heard another phonation say as the prick slipped into her much like a ship being launched down the jetty. Slowly at firstly but speeding up as the distance went deeper.

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

It was all getting a bit lots.

But she wouldn't be the beginning.

She saw at very snug poop the prick that was buried mystifying in Irene began to pick up stride. Amidst loud groans the incision withdrew, the ballock swirling in the testis sack, the dick flexing and twitching, as clip and again the forefront of the hammer unleashed cloudburst of cum., splashing Irene's buttocks and slit jam, dribbling swinging and cascading onto Kay's face.

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

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

But it was to be Cristel's turn next. Kay felt Cristel's ramification quiver. She felt the woman moan loudly, and draw herself up, her twat pulling away from Kay's mouth and onto the chummy cock that was fucking her.

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

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

Kay soon found her own legs quivering. moving ridge upon wave of pleasance was beginning to overwhelm her. Her eyes 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 pricks, revelling in the spectacle of this big-titted beauty thrashing around in ecstasy.

Hot cum splattered over her face, covering her frontal bone, running off her nose and across her impertinence. Covering her lips. Covering her knocker. 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 facial expression.

As their lips met they enjoyed a farsighted tarriance kiss, clapper rolling together, toying with the cum that spatted both their faces. Momentarily Crystel stopped and pulled away."So, will you be back next workweek ? There is so much more to do here…"

"Oh yes. Of row"replied Kay, a big grinning crossed her cum smeared cheek."I can't time lag. ”