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

At starting time she'd been very apprehensive. Not about the workplace so much, but about her uniform. Seamed blackamoor fully fashioned stockings with grim letters patent high heels. An old fashion bluing nurse dress compete with vigil fastened to her breast, white apron and a trivial 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 years had passed and the patient role had been lovely. They made her feel very welcome and where extremely courteous to her. She caught the odd brace of eyes transfixed on her breasts every once in a while, but with a 34DD bra size, she was used to that.

In fact attention of any variety was hardly a surprise. Jo was 5'6'with thick chestnut hair down to her articulatio humeri, A bosomy figure, slim down waist and a perk backside. Her stage were muscular at the second joint, nice and long with beautifully slim articulatio talocruralis. She had astray doe like optic a little button nozzle and big soft 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 travel by quickly, without incident. She had a spring in her step.

She did her morning circle, but then about 11am she was called to the manager's government agency. She was surprised to get a few extremity of the stave had arranged a few drinks during the disruption. There was a low cake laid on. She was both storm and a little enthralled. Even a few patients were there.

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

She can't think exactly how it started.

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

As did the next.

And the arms around the waist.

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

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

The music started. Encouraged to dance, she was led up to a small deep brown table.

She had her hands held by two old patients while she gyrated to the beat of the euphony, elevated above the diminished crowd. Her head swimming. Another affected role offered her a birthday kiss. She bent forward and the old man held her head. A long soft kiss longer than she anticipated… and then she felt the tip of his tongue. As she did men stroked the rear of her legs.

The shock absorber nearly made her tip forward.

She managed to resign one script then the other, in an attempt to swat away the paw behind her. The mitt lifting her dress. the hands stroking her second joint, the hands caressing her knee breeches. Whilst all the time she had her mouth wrapped labialize the old man's tongue. As she tried to free herself from the amative osculation, it was letting the hands behind her have a disembarrass sovereignty.

Involuntarily she felt her stage spread out ever so slightly. Soon she was less resistant to the backtalk on hers.

She felt the slide fastener on her dress slowly eased down.

She had no free people hired man to resist.

Freeing herself from the old man in front of her, she stood upright. the music played on. She continued to dance, although now slightly more provocatively. Encouraged by the masher whistle, she slowly slipped the nurses dress off one shoulder, then the early, her hip provocatively gyrating to the music. Soon her ample segmentation was tempting the rabid crowd in front of her. Pulling the dress further down to reveal her huge ( still bra clad ) tits brought gasp and plenty of lewd commentary and shouts from the group of men.

The dress dropped to the floor. rosehip swaying, she danced wearing just a see through flannel bra, see through white knickers, ovalbumin brace, black seamed stockings and black high hound.

Hands ‘ helped'her down from the mesa, her eyes transfixed on the number of swollen tool she could see in the trouser and beneath the dressing gowns.

manpower cupped her mammilla, and pulled the straps from her shoulders. Then one of her magnificent breasts was released and hung there, gently swaying as if in slow motion. Jo bit her bottom 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 mesa, a deal held her articulatio radiocarpea, guiding her palm to a midst veined cock she could barely get her paw daily round. Her centre widened in surprise. Then the same happened to her other hand.

Fingers hooked inside her knickers and began to pull them down.

A midst but well trimmed bush of grim hair was now visible to the old men.

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

She softly stroked the dick in each hand, occasionally rubbing the palm of her hand across the head, spreading the plastic film of pre cum over the bellied head. Her hired hand quickly passed to other equally enceinte and stiff appendage.

The men crowded round. Her neck was kissed and caressed. Her mouth where kissed. Her ears were sucked, tongued and kissed. She felt at least two cock heads brush against her seat boldness. Her boob were also caressed, sucked and groped.

She was almost overcome. these men were old enough to be her grandpa. Those dirty old men taking advantage of her offspring body. So very, very naughty of her.

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

That thought made her very wet indeed. Her legs, ever so slightly spread had fingers kneading her buttocks, gently probing the wetness between her peg, stroking those balmy inviting lips.

She knew it wouldn't be long before she felt the slick wet head of turncock slip between her legs. And then there is was. Hot and stiff, flexing against her slit back talk. She gently tip forward. That bm and the fact she was wearing her high blackguard meant the tool headspring found the ingress, and with one gentle thrust it eased itself inside. Her eye rolled back in her headspring and she let out a low moan.

sunniness ran around the elbow room.

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

Another old man knelt down and got underneath her, his grayness stubbly neck arching up like an old tortoise, his mouth and tongue working her immature wet sex, while 9 inch of cock pumped like a piston inside her. It was almost too lots for the poor girl.

But the old guys decided on a different position for her.

Another old guy whipped his cock from beneath his dressing gown and laid down on the trading floor. Jo was moderate across and impaled on his immense glistening cock, her big fat bosom smothering his old wrinkly face. Her stocking habilitate legs were spread across-the-board, revealing her diffused pink bunghole invitingly to the tidal bore crowd.

It was an pass too good to refuse. Another old man was soon on his stifle offering the mushroom headed hammer up to her off-pink unacquainted little rosebud. One button and his fat member violated the young charwoman's anus.

Soon the three of them moved in rhythm to the joy of the onlooking crowd, tool in script, vigorously wanking at the sight in front of them.

Another cock was offered up to Jo's sassing. And another.

With a shudder and an animalistic moan the old man behind her unloaded his ball right up Jo's arse. And, as he did another unloaded over the back of her head.

As the semi-hard cock withdrew from Jo's arse it was soon replaced by another stiffer, unfermented cock, the cum acting as lube, enabling easy access code. His grey hairy orchis hanging low, banging against her pale skin with every stroke.

Jo's eye's rolled back and she could no longer centre on the cock promontory around her mouth. Her eubstance went into cramp. Her neck opening arched back as she began to cum. Her shuddering was too often for some of the cat and they began to discharge cum drawstring across her reasonably little face.

And on it went.

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

Spunk dripped from her face, her mamilla and oozed out of her twat and her seat. All the old men had had a go on her.

When everyone was spent and Jo had cum at to the lowest degree three times she looked a real picture.

And acting like veridical gentleman's gentleman the old men helped her pick up and get herself decent.

Later that workweek, Jo received a promotion and an increased clothing allowance. So no doubt there will be more stories to fall ...