Dressed in her usual casual Jeans and free sweat top, Kay climbed the big wooden staircase. The old nighttime portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a sense of disquiet. The squeak of her trainer echoed around the huge building.

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

At the top of the steps she looked for the s door off to the left, just as the decrepit old butler on the doorway had instructed.

She heard a voice from inside. ‘ Enter !'

backside, commanding, but a female phonation. It struck her as odd. She opened the room access and went in.

The room was vast. ( Well what did she anticipate ? ) Wooden dialog box on either side leading to an equally impressive windowpane overlooking the yard of this statuesque home. In forepart of the window a desk.

Behind the desk the improbable graceful figure of a woman. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those heel maybe over six foot. She gave the impression of being athletic. Quite muscular. Yes. You could tell apart by the skin tight Black person leggings. mesomorphic thigh. Her pilus was striking too. Cropped blonde. Blue eye, and unusually a eyeglass. It gave the fair sex a very aristocratic look. A flavor rounded off with a crisp white blouse and dark jacket.

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

Kay hadn't had time to do the first interrogation."Er, yes. thats right. And I'm twenty."she answered awkwardly. Kay detected an stress 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 on the right. The key is in the door. 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 interpretation room at 8pm sharp. Make sure you are wearing the correct attire."

Her curtly, sharp sentences felt like guild. Again feelings of unease crept through her mind. ‘ We ? …'

—

It didn't take long to find her room. She turned the large key in the lock and pushed the heavily threshold open. Wow. A substantial sizing room. A big four poster bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a Daniel Chester French maid 's unvarying. stark with underclothes stockings and even shoes.

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

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

A huge mirror hung on one of the walls and she could watch herself get set up. Clipping up the white suspender belt around her shank she looked for her stockings. Black and seamed of form. She pulled them slowly up her legs, doing he utmost not to snag or get anything, whilst admiring her own longsighted legs in the mirror. Next Kay decided to pull on her skid. patent pitch-black leather with a distributor point at the toe that looked so sharp you could almost cut yourself on it.

And with heels like that she was going to need a little drill walking.

She pulled her bloomers up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so sheer, they left nix to the imaginativeness. She had a fountainhead trimmed, but wooden-headed neat triangle of dark pubic haircloth that was still obvious beneath the flimsy 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 stiff'she thought to herself as she rubbed her nipple absentmindedly through the cloth. ‘ look at you.'She murmured to herself ‘ screw. You look hot'

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

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

Her mind wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

Absentmindedly her bridge player found itself between her legs. Imagining some Loretta Young guy rubbing the chief of his big clay prick between her pussy 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 bridge player between her legs, inside her knickers. Her legs straight person, but spread panoptic apart. She must've looked a pretty picture.

Kay quickly tried to regain her composure.

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

Cristel approached and Kay began to ( rather embarrassingly ) dispatch the fingerbreadth from her cunt.

"Oh no. Don't stop on my accounting. Far from it. keep open your hired man there…"

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

Cristel was now close plenty to whisper in her ear.

"Now, immature lady…"Kay felt the elastic on her knickers ease down across her pert backside cheeks.

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

"…tonight. Our Guest have come to revel a special evenings entertainment…"

She felt Cristel's fingers find her own fingers two knucks deep in her own cunt.

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

Cristel skilfully managed to slue her digit in next to her own.

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

As her pollex expertly caressed Kay's soaked 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 fingers and thumb. She felt herself going slightly weak at the stifle. She could see her hot intimation on the mirror.

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

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

Kay lowered her eubstance, forcing her cunt onto Cristel's fingers. Irene stood behind her straight and good but still massaging between the unseasoned young woman legs.

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

"Aaah. Plea…. Ohhh. more than"Kay panted.

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

The door closed. Kay felt even, her head spinning, but she knew she had an ache between her wooden leg that needed urgent attention.

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the rear of the stairs. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a svelte fit black skirt, below the knee length, white sleeveless blouse and fatal opera gloves that stretched up well above the cubitus. Joseph Black luxuriously cad, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her little French maids outfit. The chick was splayed out by the entire, frilly petticoat. The neck line decorated with more white braid gimcrack. But more importantly than that, the neck line was extremely low. Kay's ample segmentation was very much on display. And the height of her heels made her totter unsteadily, increasing the amount of bounce and wobble of her titmouse. A frilly white hat and Stanford White jumper completed the outfit.

From a small table Cristel produced a leather choker and Sir Ernst Boris Chain. She ordered Kay to turn 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 knickers."Shall we enter ?"

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

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

—

A fug of cigar smoking was the showtime thing Kay noticed. The room was very pipe down. A solicitation of leather seating and sofas was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 grey haired gentlemen sat around interpretation, smoking, imbibition or a compounding of all three. Two orotund great Danes lay by the loose ardor

‘ Ahhh. At last"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 find your public figure is 'Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir .'” he retorted.

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

"Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir."

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

"Come here young Lady. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite little in height, he had grey thinning hair. Tweed jacket and brown corduroy trousers. A White shirt covered a rather bombastic abdomen. 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 comparable money in the air.

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

"What do you say ?"he enquired.

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

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

She plucked the bank bill out of his paw. A fresh fifty dollar bill pound distinction. Neatly folded up. She opened it and register the note.

Her oral fissure went dry as she read it.

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

On a fifty dollar bill pound tone.

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

She heard various lewd input from around the room.

For the adjacent XV minutes or so, Kays was paraded around the room, serving drinks, offering cigars, and all the while her big bosom were on display, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her ripe to force a smile as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within reach of these dirty old deviate. But at the Sami fourth dimension the prickling, dull desire just above her slit wouldn't leave her. And, in the quiet import, she would stick out next to Cristel as Cristel's finger would deftly stoke Kay's desire, caressing her knickerbockers or tweaking her sensitive nipples.

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

Red faced she looked around.

Another elderly man was waving a annotation. She walked towards him weaving through the leather armchairs and through the pawing handwriting 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 edge by her mistress, she'd displayed her lowering swinging boob for a room full of lousy 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 smutty skirt and her frilly French maid petticoat revealing her stocking tops and then her little tweed knee breeches. She hooked her thumb into the slope elastic and slowly lowered the knickers down until they dropped around her mortise joint. Looking over her shoulder she could see him mesmerised by her arse.

There was a murmur of appreciation 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 flimsy chocolate covered biscuit from the tabular array. Reaching between her legs she eased the tip of the cookie up her lilliputian short seat hole.

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breath between her cheeks. She felt the biscuit easing in and out of her. She felt warm lips and tongue on her arse jam.

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

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

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

"aspect at her. She just can't get enough of it."“ Just observe her pushing herself on him"“ The filthy bitch loves it."

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

She opened her heart and before her sat a man in one of the leather arm chairs.

As one man feasted on her behind, other gave her another note.

‘ I'd like to roll in the hay you. With my walking stick.'

She looked up. The old man sat there, smirking. And at his side of meat was his walking stick. A knurly old wooden stick. The handle was much like the grip of an old brand, it was polished smooth at the pommel, the top eight inches having a pronounced curve, towards another bulb-shaped lump further down at the hilt, the quietus of the reefer 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 chief and then let his fingers slip down the curving wooden tool, his center 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 hop on the wooden prick."

Cristel then proceeded to lead Kay ( on all fours ) by the triplet, across the floor to a lowly coffee table. Irene patted the table top."On here. On your back. branch 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 drumhead arched back off the edge, but she found a subdued leather shock had been placed to stomach it. With her head tilted back there was't much she could see, but she felt hands pulling her knickers from her second joint to her ankle as her legs were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into view. She was now almost fully uncase too, apart from her opprobrious lined stockings, Elwyn Brooks White suspender belt, high heels, long opera gloves and, of course of action, her monocle.

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

At that moment she felt the wooden penis introduced to the lips of her cunt, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The thick shaft caressing her button. Occasionally the nous would nuzzle the entranceway to her cunt.

Cristel knelt down over Kay's font, Her hands holding Kay's wooden leg by her articulatio talocruralis, her denuded snatch at the perfective distance from Kay's sass. Kay's rim suckled Cristel's labia, her soft wet knife pressing against the soft flesh beneath her button. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the stick began to influence at Kay's cunt. With a little more pressure level the nous eased its way inside as Kay's pussy gave in. She felt the girth stretching her. Wider and deeper.

As Kay began to involuntarily groan, it coaxed Cristel into pressing her cunt onto Kay's mouth and the old man's reefer began to build up a calendar method of birth control.

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

Kay then felt Cristel's mitt moving down her legs. Leaning boost forward, Cristel pulled Kay's knee joint and then her thigh Soon she felt the warm breath and tongue of her rigid mistress gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a huge cock head found its way across Kay's horn in rubbing at Cristel's extremely wet sleep with mess. In extreme close up she saw the giant rooster head bury itself deep in Cristel's snatch, the overweight grey haired chunk brushing her forehead.

A wave of pleasure began to defeat her as the wooden phallus was introduced to her tail.

"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 young madam. I think we should oblige."And before farsighted she felt a dick find its way between her snatch lips, gently teasing her.

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

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

"Oh there you go."she heard another voice say as the prick slipped into her much like a ship being launched down the bulwark. Slowly at world-class but speeding up as the length went deeper.

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

It was all getting a bit very much.

But she wouldn't be the world-class.

She saw at very snug tail the prick that was buried cryptical in Irene began to cull up pace. Amidst gimcrack groans the prick withdrew, the balls swirling in the clump sack, the dick flexing and vellication, as time and again the head word of the stopcock unleashed torrents of cum., splashing Irene's arse and snatch hole, dribbling swing and cascading onto Kay's face.

"Oh ja… More… more…"she heard Cristel bidding. And on cue another cock replaced the first. Thicker, shorter and more veiny that the first, this old cock was soon hammering away, viscous cum coating the dig.

Then it was the turn of the shaft fucking Kay. The tempo of the screwing 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 impudence. And that cock too was soon replaced by another.

But it was to be Cristel's turn following. Kay felt Cristel's legs quiver. She felt the woman moan loudly, and draw herself up, her puss pulling away from Kay's oral fissure and onto the thick cock that was fucking her.

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

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

Kay soon found her own pegleg palpitation. Wave upon wafture of delight was beginning to overmaster 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 dominance of her senses, she found herself surrounded by gurning old men frantically tugging their pricks, revelling in the spectacle of this big-titted peach thrashing around in ecstasy.

Hot cum splattered over her fount, covering her os frontale, running off her nose and across her cheeks. Covering her lips. Covering her breast. pond of it gathered in the seam 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 long lingering kiss, tongue rolling together, toying with the cum that spatted both their faces. Momentarily Crystel stopped and pulled away."So, will you be back following hebdomad ? There is so much Thomas More to do here…"

"Oh yes. Of course"replied Kay, a big smile crossed her cum smeared boldness."I can't wait. ”