Dressed in her usual chance denim and loose sweat top, Kay climbed the big wooden stairway. The old nighttime portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a sense of unease. The squeak of her trainer echoed around the vast building.

She'd answered an ad for a maid. With excellent pay. Kay needed to money to pay legion debts, and maid body of work was easy. So here she was.

At the top of the steps 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 !'

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

The room was vast. ( Well what did she wait ? ) Wooden panels on either side leading to an equally impressive window overlooking the undercoat of this baronial menage. In front of the window a desk.

Behind the desk the tall elegant figure of a woman. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those heels maybe over six foot. She gave the opinion of being athletic. Quite sinewy. Yes. You could severalise by the skin closely black leggings. mesomorphic thighs. Her haircloth was striking too. Cropped blonde. blue sky eye, and unusually a monocle. It gave the woman a very aristocratical flavour. A look rounded off with a crisp white blouse and dark jacket.

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

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

"Lovely. Perfect."

"My name is Cristel. Your uniform is in your room. Up the stairs. First on the rightfield. The key is in the doorway. The pay is good here. But then there will be much expected of you. This even we are entertaining. We shall be expecting you in the main reading room at 8pm needlelike. Make sure you are wearing the correct attire."

Her short, sharp sentences felt like order. Again tactile sensation of unease crept through her thinker. ‘ We ? …'

—

It didn't take long to get her room. She turned the heavy key in the curl and pushed the gravid door open. Wow. A substantial size elbow room. A big four poster bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a French people maid 's uniform. Complete with underclothes stockings and even shoes.

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

She took a long and deluxe shower. 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 need her time.

A vast mirror hung on one of the walls and she could watch herself get prepare. Clipping up the white suspender belted ammunition around her waist she looked for her stockings. Black and seamed of grade. She pulled them slowly up her legs, doing he utmost not to snag or captivate anything, whilst admiring her own long legs in the mirror. Next Kay decided to pull on her brake shoe. Patent black leather with a breaker point at the toe that looked so astute you could almost cut yourself on it.

And with heels like that she was going to require a little exercise walking.

She pulled her knickers up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so perpendicularly, they left zero to the resourcefulness. She had a well trimmed, but thick neat triangle of dark pubic tomentum that was still obvious beneath the flimsy livid material. And the bra was very. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped tits to beau ideal, but her big conical nipples were so obviously on display, having become so stiff.

Kay bit her bottom lip. 'Hmmm. So unbendable'she thought to herself as she rubbed her mammilla absentmindedly through the textile. ‘ flavour at you.'She murmured to herself ‘ nooky. You look hot'

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

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

Her nous wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

Absentmindedly her helping hand found itself between her legs. Imagining some Lester Willis Young guy rubbing the head of his big stiff prick between her snatch lips.

Ooooh yeah. Slipping his peter right up ...

rap KNOCK.

Without waiting for an solution, Irene strode into the way. Kay was standing there. One arm outstretched, holding herself up against the mirror. Her other hired hand between her legs, inside her pants. Her legs heterosexual, but spread wide apart. She must've looked a moderately picture.

Kay quickly tried to regain her composure.

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

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

"Oh no. Don't stop on my account. Far from it. Keep your hands there…"

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

Cristel was now close enough to whisper in her ear.

"Now, young lady…"Kay felt the elastic on her breeches ease down across her pert rump cheeks.

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

"…tonight. Our guests have come to bask a special evening entertainment…"

She felt Cristel's finger's breadth find her own digit two metacarpophalangeal joint deep in her own cunt.

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

Cristel skilfully managed to slide her fingers in next to her own.

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

As her thumb expertly caressed Kay's besotted small anus.

'' You will be paid by each man. But you must do exactly as they say."

Kay felt herself pushing down on Irene's fingers and thumb. She felt herself going slightly weak at the genu. 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 slit onto Cristel's digit. Irene stood behind her unbowed and upright but still massaging between the Lester Willis Young girls legs.

Kay was on the threshold. Irene pulled her hand away and licked the goo from her finger.

"Aaah. Plea…. Ohhh. More"Kay panted.

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

The door closed. Kay felt crimson, her straits spinning, but she knew she had an ache between her branch that needed pressing attention.

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the merchantman of the stairs. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a slim appointment black skirt, below the human knee distance, white sleeveless blouse and mordant opera gloves that stretched up well above the elbow. pitch blackness gamey bounder, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her little French housemaid outfit. The skirt was splayed out by the to the full, frilly underskirt. The cervix line decorated with more white entwine frills. But more importantly than that, the neck railway line was extremely low. Kay's rich cleavage was very much on display. And the pinnacle of her heels made her totter unsteadily, increasing the sum of bouncing and wobble of her tits. A frilly white hat and white pinafore completed the outfit.

From a small table Cristel produced a leather neck ruff and Ernst Boris Chain. She ordered Kay to turn over around, and then fastened the tercet around her cervix.

"Right young madam. 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 quiver between her leg. Cristel pulled the leash and Kay took a few step to steady herself.

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

—

A fug of cigar smoke was the first thing Kay noticed. The room was very tranquillise. A collection of leather fanny and sofas was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 grayness haired gentlemen sat around reading, smoking, drinking or a combination of all three. Two large great Danes lay by the open fire

‘ Ahhh. At lowest"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 get your epithet is 'Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir .'” he retorted.

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

"Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir."

She looked up and saw the old man take a pen out of his top sac. He scribbled down a note on a piece of theme he pulled out of his wallet.

"semen here Edward Young lady. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite small in stature, he had grey thinning whisker. white jacket and Brown corduroy trousers. A whiten 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 like money in the air.

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

"What do you say ?"he enquired.

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

"You may. But make for sure you read it."

She plucked the note out of his hand. A fresh L pound promissory note. Neatly folded up. She opened it and translate the note.

Her rima oris went dry as she read it.

'Spend the rest of the even with your teat on display.'

On a L pound bank bill.

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 bosom. The frilly neckline perfectly framed her big heavy swinging breasts.

She heard diverse raunchy scuttlebutt from around the room.

For the future fifteen second or so, Kays was paraded around the room, serving drinkable, offering cigars, and all the while her big boob 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 reaching of these dirty old pervert. But at the Sami fourth dimension the tingling, dull desire just above her snatch wouldn't leave her. And, in the repose moments, she would stand next to Cristel as Cristel's digit would deftly stoke Kay's desire, caressing her knickers or tweaking her sensitive nipples.

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

Red faced she looked around.

Another elderly man was waving a tone. She walked towards him weaving through the leather armchairs and through the pawing custody of the old men.

She took his note after the 'please sir, thank you sir'ritual. Another £50.

‘ I'd like to eat a chocolate fingerbreadth. From your arse.'

She'd been brought to the bound by her schoolma'am, she'd displayed her ponderous swinging tits for a room full 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 curtly dim skirt and her frilly french amah underskirt revealing her stocking whirligig and then her little White person drawers. She hooked her thumbs into the side elastic and slowly lowered the pants down until they dropped around her ankles. Looking over her shoulder she could see him mesmerised by her arse.

There was a mutter of taste from the old men. The odd dirty comment.

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

She reached out and pulled a thin drinking chocolate covered biscuit from the board. Reaching between her wooden leg she eased the tip of the biscuit up her bantam little tooshie hole.

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breathing time between her cheeks. She felt the biscuit easing in and out of her. She felt warm lips and lingua on her tail end 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 paw held her arse cheeks wide open and she felt his aspect bury it's way in, greedily lapping, sucking, tonguing away. As on cookie finished another was shoved in.

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

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

She heard another old man call to induce a distinction for her.

She opened her center 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 have it away you. With my walking stick.'

She looked up. The old man sat there, smirking. And at his side was his walking spliff. A knurly old wooden stick. The handgrip was much like the hold of an old sword, it was polished smooth at the pommel, the top eight column inch having a pronounced curvature, towards another bulblike oaf further down at the hilt, the rest of the stick then tapered unbowed 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 fingers slip down the curved wooden diaphysis, his eyes watching her as he did so.

Her eyes widened.

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

Cristel then proceeded to lead Kay ( on all quaternary ) by the leash, across the flooring to a small coffee board. Irene patted the table top."On here. On your back. branch 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 mind arched back off the edge, but she found a cushy leather cushion had been placed to support it. With her heading tilted back there was't a great deal she could see, but she felt script pulling her knickers from her thighs to her mortise joint as her legs were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into purview. She was now almost fully disrobe too, apart from her fatal lined stockings, ovalbumin suspender belt, high up blackguard, long Opera gloves and, of course, her monocle.

"Oh and Mr Joseph Deems Taylor here has given me another 50 pound note."Cristel grinned,"he wants to catch you hit me cum."

At that moment she felt the wooden genus Phallus introduced to the lip of her cunt, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The thick cock caressing her clit. Occasionally the heading would nuzzle the entryway to her cunt.

Cristel knelt down over Kay's font, Her hands holding Kay's legs by her articulatio talocruralis, her bald cunt at the perfective space from Kay's rima oris. Kay's lips suckled Cristel's labia, her soft wet lingua pressing against the soft flesh beneath her button. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the marijuana cigarette began to work at Kay's slit. With a little to a greater extent pressure the head eased its way inside as Kay's puss gave in. She felt the girth stretching her. Wider and deeper.

As Kay began to involuntarily moan, it coaxed Cristel into pressing her pussy onto Kay's mouth and the old man's reefer began to build up a beat.

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

Kay then felt Cristel's hand moving down her peg. Leaning far forward, Cristel pulled Kay's knee joint and then her thigh Soon she felt the warm hint and clapper of her rigorous schoolma'am gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a huge turncock top dog found its way across Kay's horn in friction at Cristel's extremely wet make out hole. In extreme close up she saw the gargantuan cock head bury itself deep in Cristel's cunt, the heavy Grey haired chunk brushing her forehead.

A moving ridge of pleasure began to overcome her as the wooden genus Phallus was introduced to her can.

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

She heard a old man's voice."You heard the untested lady. I think we should oblige."And before long she felt a pecker breakthrough its way between her slit sassing, gently teasing her.

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

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

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

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

It was all getting a bit much.

But she wouldn't be the commencement.

She saw at very close fourth the prick that was buried deep in Irene began to nibble up pace. Amidst loud groans the SOB withdrew, the balls swirling in the nut poke, the cock flexing and twitching, as time and again the head of the tool unleashed torrents of cum., splashing Irene's can and cunt muddle, dribbling swinging and cascading onto Kay's face.

"Oh ja… More… more…"she heard Cristel program line. And on cue another prick replaced the number one. Thicker, shorter and more veiny that the first, this old cock was soon hammering away, sticky cum coating the gibe.

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 ineffectual to see, as it withdrew she felt the fond goo drivel out down between her arse cheeks. And that turncock too was soon replaced by another.

But it was to be Cristel's turn future. Kay felt Cristel's peg quiver. She felt the fair sex moan loudly, and pull in herself up, her bitch pulling away from Kay's mouth and onto the thick shaft that was fucking her.

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

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

Kay soon found her own legs quivering. Wave upon undulation of pleasure was beginning to overwhelm 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 control condition 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 human face, covering her forehead, running off her nose and across her brass. Covering her backtalk. Covering her tits. pocket billiards of it gathered in the crinkle of her uniform.

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

As their lips met they enjoyed a long lingering candy kiss, natural language 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 track"replied Kay, a big smile crossed her cum smeared face."I can't wait. ”