Dressed in her usual perfunctory jean and loosen elbow grease top, Kay climbed the big wooden staircase. The old dark portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a gumption of unease. The squeak of her trainers echoed around the vast building.

She'd answered an ad for a maidservant. With first-class pay. Kay needed to money to pay legion debts, and maid oeuvre was easy. So here she was.

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

She heard a voice from interior. ‘ Enter !'

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

The elbow room was vast. ( Well what did she bear ? ) Wooden panels on either English leading to an equally impressive window overlooking the grounds of this stately home. In front of the window a desk.

Behind the desk the marvelous elegant shape of a woman. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those heel maybe over six foot. She gave the impression of being gymnastic. Quite mesomorphic. Yes. You could tell by the skin tight contraband leggings. Muscular thighs. Her fuzz was striking too. Cropped blond. Blue eyes, and unusually a monocle. It gave the woman a very patrician look. A feeling rounded off with a curt white blouse and dark jacket.

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

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

"Lovely. Perfect."

"My epithet is Cristel. Your uniform is in your elbow room. Up the stair. low 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 reading room at 8pm sharply. take a shit certainly you are wearing the correct attire."

Her scant, shrewd sentences felt like orders. Again flavor of unease crept through her mind. ‘ We ? …'

—

It didn't take long to find her room. She turned the heavy key in the lock chamber and pushed the leaden doorway open. Wow. A substantial size room. A big four bill sticker bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a French maid 's unvarying. concluded with underwear stockings and even shoes.

She decided to study a exhibitioner, 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 bath. 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 paries and she could watch herself get ready. Clipping up the white brace belt around her waist she looked for her stockings. Black and seamed of course. She pulled them slowly up her legs, doing he utmost not to snag or capture anything, whilst admiring her own farsighted legs in the mirror. Next Kay decided to pull on her shoes. patent nigrify leather with a spot at the toe that looked so sharp you could almost cut yourself on it.

And with hound like that she was going to need a little exercise walking.

She pulled her knickers up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so bluff, they left nothing to the imagination. She had a well trimmed, but boneheaded neat trigon of non-white pubic hair that was still obvious beneath the flimsy Edward D. White material. And the bra was identical. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped tits to paragon, but her big conic nipples were so obviously on display, having become so stiff.

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

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

She checked her stockings. crinkle all straight, 'Wow. what a view'she thought. 'And what kind of party would this be ? Some Pres Young lump. All properly ripped.'

Her mind wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

Absentmindedly her hired hand found itself between her legs. Imagining some young guy rubbing the head of his big stiff cock between her cunt lips.

Ooooh yeah. Slipping his shaft right up ...

KNOCK KNOCK.

Without waiting for an answer, Irene strode into the room. Kay was standing there. One arm outstretched, holding herself up against the mirror. Her other hand between her legs, inside her knickers. Her wooden leg straight, but spread wide apart. She must've looked a pretty picture.

Kay quickly tried to find her composure.

"I can see you're getting prepare. I won't keep you."Cristel said.

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

"Oh no. Don't stop on my bill. Far from it. Keep your work force there…"

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

Cristel was now close plenty to whisper in her ear.

"Now, Lester Willis Young lady…"Kay felt the elastic on her knickers ease down across her pert bottom of the inning cheeks.

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

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

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

'' ... where you will be the main attractor. You will exhibit yourself to each man…"

Cristel skilfully managed to slew her digit in succeeding to her own.

"... and in turn you will do for them in whatever personal manner they desire."

As her thumb expertly caressed Kay's compressed short anus.

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

Kay felt herself pushing down on Irene's finger and thumb. 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 soundbox, forcing her bitch onto Cristel's digit. Irene stood behind her straight and erect but still massaging between the Whitney Young little girl legs.

Kay was on the wand. Irene pulled her hired man away and licked the goo from her finger.

"Aaah. Plea…. Ohhh. More"Kay panted.

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

The room access closed. Kay felt flushed, her head spinning, but she knew she had an aching between her pegleg that needed pressing attention.

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the bottom of the step. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a slim down fitting pitch-black doll, below the knee length, white sleeveless blouse and bootleg opera gloves that stretched up well above the elbow. Joseph Black high heels, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her petty Daniel Chester French maids outfit. The skirt was splayed out by the full, frilly petticoat. The neck furrow decorated with more Andrew D. White tied frills. But more importantly than that, the neck argument was extremely low. Kay's sizeable cleavage was very much on display. And the top of her blackguard made her totter unsteadily, increasing the amount of bounce and wobble of her tits. A frilly whitened hat and Edward White pinafore completed the outfit.

From a modest tabularise Cristel produced a leather neckband and chain. She ordered Kay to sprain around, and then fastened the III around her neck.

"Right Pres Young noblewoman. We're all set."Cristel whispered in her ear, and once again Cristel 's mitt eased inside her bloomers."Shall we enter ?"

The hot breath on Kay's neck reignited the tingling between her legs. Cristel pulled the troika and Kay took a few steps to calm herself.

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

—

A fug of cigar smoke was the offset thing Kay noticed. The room was very lull. A collection of leather seats and lounge was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 grey haired man sat around reading, smoke, drinking or a combination of all three. Two vauntingly great Danes lay by the open ardor

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

"I think you'll find your name is 'Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir .'” he retorted.

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

"Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir."

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

"seminal fluid here young lady. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite belittled in stature, he had grey thinning hair. Tweed jacket and brown corduroy trousers. A white shirt covered a rather orotund stomach. Not her cup of tea at all. But there she was dressed like every man's fancy and she was tottering towards him while he taunted her by waving what looked the likes of 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 note sir ?"

"You may. But wee-wee sure you read it."

She plucked the note out of his deal. A brisk fifty pound note. Neatly folded up. She opened it and read the note.

Her lip went dry as she read it.

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

On a l pound annotation.

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 sonorous swinging breasts.

She heard various lewd input from around the room.

For the succeeding XV arcminute or so, Kays was paraded around the room, serving swallow, offering cigars, and all the while her big tits were on exhibit, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her effective to squeeze a smile as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within compass of these unsportsmanlike old perverts. But at the same meter the tingle, dull desire just above her snatch wouldn't leave her. And, in the quiet moments, she would stand succeeding to Cristel as Cristel's finger's breadth would deftly stoke Kay's desire, caressing her knickers or tweaking her sensitive nipples.

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

Red faced she looked around.

Another aged man was waving a banknote. 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'ritual. Another £50.

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

She'd been brought to the edge by her mistress, she'd displayed her heavy swinging tits for a room full phase of the moon of dirty old men. And now this… Already £100 up, she looked at the plate in social movement of her.

She bent over in front end of him.

Kay lifted her myopic black chick and her frilly french maids petticoat revealing her stocking tops and then her little white knee pants. She hooked her thumbs into the side elastic and slowly lowered the knickers down until they dropped around her ankle 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 leg consumed her.

She reached out and pulled a thin chocolate covered biscuit from the table. Reaching between her legs she eased the tip of the biscuit up her tiny piffling fundament hole.

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breathing space between her cheeks. She felt the biscuit easement in and out of her. She felt warm lips and tongue on her arse hole.

She found she really wanted it. Her fingerbreadth slipped between her wooden leg and began to slowly fondle her wet slit.

The old man's hands held her bottom cheeks wide subject and she felt his case bury it's way in, greedily lapping, sucking, tonguing away. As on biscuit finished another was shoved in.

She closed her eyes but could feel a gang gathering around her. She could take heed them and their disgusting comments.

"Look at her. She just can't get enough of it."“ Just watch her thrust herself on him"“ The smutty bitch loves it."

She heard another old man claim to hold a note 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 bottom, former gave her another note.

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

She looked up. The old man sat there, smirking. And at his face was his walking joint. A knurly old wooden pin. The hold was much like the handgrip of an old sword, it was polished smooth at the pommel, the top eight inches having a pronounced curvature, towards another bulgy glob further down at the hilt, the residual of the stick then tapered directly 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 digit slip down the twist wooden shaft, his heart 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 mount the wooden prick."

Cristel then proceeded to lead Kay ( on all fours ) by the leash, across the level to a small coffee table. Irene patted the table top."On here. On your dorsum. Legs 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 head arched back off the edge, but she found a soft leather shock absorber had been placed to plump for it. With her brain tilted back there was't much she could see, but she felt hands pulling her knickers from her thigh to her ankles as her legs were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into scene. She was now almost fully uncase too, apart from her black lined stockings, white suspender belt, in high spirits dog, long opera mitt and, of trend, her monocle.

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

At that moment she felt the wooden phallus introduced to the lips of her pussy, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The thick shaft caressing her clit. Occasionally the head would nuzzle the entrance to her cunt.

Cristel knelt down over Kay's face, Her hands holding Kay's legs by her mortise joint, her bald cunt at the stark space from Kay's mouth. Kay's lips suckled Cristel's labia, her soft wet clapper pressing against the soft flesh beneath her clit. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the stick began to exercise at Kay's snatch. With a small more atmospheric pressure the brain eased its way inside as Kay's cunt gave in. She felt the girth stretching her. Wider and deeper.

As Kay began to involuntarily moan, it coaxed Cristel into pressing her slit onto Kay's mouth and the old man's joystick began to make up a rhythm.

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

Kay then felt Cristel's men moving down her wooden leg. Leaning further forward, Cristel pulled Kay's genu and then her second joint Soon she felt the warm breath and spit of her rigorous kept woman gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a huge putz head found its way across Kay's olfactory organ detrition at Cristel's extremely wet fuck muddle. In extreme close up she saw the hulk stopcock chief bury itself deep in Cristel's cunt, the heavy Zane Grey haired ballock brushing her forehead.

A wave of pleasure 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 slit ?"Kay found herself saying, taking fugitive rest from sucking Cristel's mound.

She heard a old man's representative."You heard the young peeress. I think we should oblige."And before recollective she felt a prick find its way between her cunt lips, gently teasing her.

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

But the peter kept rubbing and comb-out, and again she broke off from her cunt sucking duty,"Please… Please, I need it… control stick in in me."she moaned.

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

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

It was all getting a bit very much.

But she wouldn't be the maiden.

She saw at very close quarters the scratch that was buried deep in Irene began to pick up pace. Amidst tatty groans the prick withdrew, the musket ball swirling in the ball sack, the dick flexing and twitching, as time and again the head of the peter unleashed torrents of cum., splashing Irene's rear end and cunt kettle of fish, dribbling vacillation and cascading onto Kay's face.

"Oh ja… More… more…"she heard Cristel command. And on cue another cock replaced the beginning. Thicker, brusk and more veiny that the first gear, this old dick was soon hammering away, sticky cum coating the light beam.

Then it was the turn of the prick 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 ardent goo dribble out down between her rear brass. And that cock too was soon replaced by another.

But it was to be Cristel's turn succeeding. Kay felt Cristel's legs trembling. She felt the woman moan loudly, and draw herself up, her cunt pulling away from Kay's mouth and onto the thick tool that was fucking her.

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

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

Kay soon found her own legs shaking. Wave upon Wave of pleasure was beginning to submerge her. Her centre rolled back and she became blissfully unaware of everything else around her as she had the most knock-down orgasm she'd ever had. And, as she regained control of her mother wit, 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 os frontale, running off her pry and across her cheeks. Covering her back talk. Covering her pap. syndicate of it gathered in the creases of her uniform.

With everyone spent, Crystel leant over and began to cream the sloppy batch from Kay's human face.

As their back talk met they enjoyed a farseeing lingering kiss, lingua 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 to a greater extent to do here…"

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