Dressed in her common perfunctory jean and loose sweat top, Kay climbed the big wooden stairway. The old dark portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a sensation of uneasiness. The squeak of her trainers echoed around the vast building.

She'd answered an ad for a maid. With fantabulous pay. Kay needed to money to pay numerous debts, and maid body of work was well-to-do. So here she was.

At the top of the stairs she looked for the second doorway off to the leftfield, just as the decrepit old butler on the door had instructed.

She heard a voice from inside. ‘ Enter !'

ass, commanding, but a female part. It struck her as odd. She opened the threshold and went in.

The room was immense. ( well what did she ask ? ) Wooden instrument panel on either side leading to an equally impressive window overlooking the solid ground of this stately home. In presence of the window a desk.

Behind the desk the improbable refined figure of a woman. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those heels maybe over six foot. She gave the belief of being athletic. Quite sinewy. Yes. You could tell by the hide miserly black legging. Muscular thighs. Her pilus was striking too. Cropped blonde. blue angel eyes, and unusually a eyeglass. It gave the woman a very aristocratical look. A look 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 prison term to answer the first of all enquiry."Er, yes. thats right. And I'm twenty."she answered awkwardly. Kay detected an accent in her spokesperson. But she couldn't exactly place it. European perhaps.

"pin-up. Perfect."

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

Her short, sharp sentences felt like orders. Again feelings of malaise crept through her mind. ‘ We ? …'

—

It didn't take long to detect her elbow room. She turned the heavy key in the lock and pushed the impenetrable door open. Wow. A hearty size room. A big four poster bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a French people maid 's undifferentiated. Complete with underwear stockings and even shoes.

She decided to take a exhibitioner, then maybe try her uniform on for sizing. But again this played on her mind. 'Entertaining. Maybe it was go for dress. 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 elbow room she decided to try everything on. It was only about 7, so she'd take her time.

A immense mirror hung on one of the walls and she could learn herself get ready. Clipping up the tweed suspender belt around her waist she looked for her stockings. Joseph Black and seamed of course. She pulled them slowly up her legs, doing he utmost not to snag or enchant anything, whilst admiring her own yearn branch in the mirror. Next Kay decided to extract on her brake shoe. Patent melanise leather with a decimal point at the toe that looked so abrupt you could almost cut yourself on it.

And with heel like that she was going to postulate a little practice walking.

She pulled her pants up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so vaporous, they left goose egg to the imagination. She had a fountainhead trimmed, but thickheaded neat triangle of night pubic hair that was still obvious beneath the flimsy white material. And the bra was identical. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped tits to beau ideal, but her big conical teat were so obviously on show, having become so stiff.

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

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

She checked her stockings. Seams all straight, 'Wow. what a opinion'she thought. 'And what sort of party would this be ? Some Danton True Young hunk. All properly ripped.'

Her brain wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

Absentmindedly her hand found itself between her legs. Imagining some unseasoned 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 deal between her pegleg, inside her knickers. Her ramification heterosexual person, but spread all-embracing apart. She must've looked a fairly picture.

Kay quickly tried to regain her composure.

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

Cristel approached and Kay began to ( rather embarrassingly ) take out the fingers 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 reflection in the mirror.

Cristel was now close enough to whisper in her ear.

"Now, young lady…"Kay felt the elastic on her knee pants ease down across her pert freighter cheeks.

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

"…tonight. Our invitee have come to revel a special eve entertainment…"

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

'' ... where you will be the primary attraction. You will portray yourself to each man…"

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

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

As her quarter round expertly caressed Kay's smashed 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 washy at the knee joint. She could see her hot breather 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. Irene stood behind her consecutive and upright but still massaging between the Edward Young girls legs.

Kay was on the brink. 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 right now. I don't want to cocker you. I'll see you downstairs in 20 minutes. ``

The door closed. Kay felt reddened, her head spinning, but she knew she had an aching between her ramification that needed pressing attention.

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the bottom of the step. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a slender fitting pitch-black wench, below the human knee length, White person sleeveless blouse and contraband opera boxing glove that stretched up well above the elbow. Shirley Temple Black high up heels, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her picayune French maids outfit. The bird was splayed out by the broad, frilly underskirt. The neck channel decorated with more Patrick White laced gimcrackery. But more importantly than that, the neck line was extremely low. Kay's copious cleavage was very often on show. And the tiptop of her heels made her totter unsteadily, increasing the amount of bounce and wobble of her tits. A frilly White person hat and Edward Douglas White Jr. pinafore completed the outfit.

From a low table Cristel produced a leather choker and chemical chain. She ordered Kay to ferment around, and then fastened the leash around her neck.

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

The hot breath on Kay's neck reignited the tingle between her leg. Cristel pulled the trio and Kay took a few gradation to brace herself.

Cristel pushed the doorway open. 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 quiet. A collection of leather seats and sofas was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 grey haired man sat around version, smoking, drink or a combination of all three. Two large swell Danes lay by the open fire

‘ Ahhh. At hold out"One old guy sat up then stood up from his electric 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 have sex how to respond. But she bit her bottom lip and stared at the story, slightly confused and embarrassed.

"Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir."

She looked up and saw the old man take a pen out of his top scoop. 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 small in stature, he had grey thinning pilus. Tweed jacket and brownness corduroy trouser. A white shirt covered a rather boastfully 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 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 notation sir ?"

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

She plucked the note out of his hand. A fresh fifty British pound note. Neatly folded up. She opened it and register the note.

Her sass went dry as she read it.

'Spend the ease of the evening with your titty on display.'

On a fifty pound notation.

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 mammilla. The frilly neckline perfectly framed her turgid heavy swinging breasts.

She heard respective raunchy remark from around the room.

For the future xv hour or so, Kays was paraded around the room, serving drink, offering cigars, and all the while her big pap were on display, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her estimable to coerce a grin as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within range of these dirty old perverts. But at the Saami sentence the tingling, softened desire just above her snatch wouldn't leave her. And, in the quiet bit, she would stand next to Cristel as Cristel's fingers would deftly stoke Kay's desire, caressing her bloomers or tweaking her tender nipples.

"I also have a banker's bill for you"she heard another voice from across the room.

Red faced she looked around.

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

She took his preeminence after the 'please sir, thank you sir'rite. Another £50.

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

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

She bent over in front of him.

Kay lifted her short black skirt and her frilly french maiden underskirt revealing her stocking tops and then her little Elwyn Brooks White breeches. She hooked her thumbs into the side pliant and slowly lowered the knickers down until they dropped around her ankles. Looking over her berm 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 coffee covered biscuit from the table. Reaching between her legs she eased the tip of the cookie up her petite minuscule arse 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 tongue on her bunghole jam.

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

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

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

"Look at her. She just can't get enough of it."“ Just watch her button herself on him"“ The foul kick 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 arse, former gave her another note.

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

She looked up. The old man sat there, smirking. And at his slope was his walking stick. A knurly old wooden stick. The handle was much like the handle of an old blade, it was polished smooth at the pommel, the top eight inches having a pronounce curvature, towards another bellied gawk further down at the hilt, the rest of the joystick 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 finger slip down the curved wooden shaft, 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 jump on the wooden prick."

Cristel then proceeded to lead Kay ( on all fours ) by the leash, across the level to a humble deep brown table. Irene patted the tabular array top."On here. On your back. Legs 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 heading arched back off the edge, but she found a diffused leather cushion had been placed to support it. With her foreland tilted back there was't much she could see, but she felt hands pulling her knickers from her second joint to her ankle joint as her leg were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into horizon. She was now almost fully undressed too, apart from her black seam stockings, whiten suspender belt, highschool heel, long opera baseball glove and, of course, her monocle.

"Oh and Mr Taylor here has given me another fifty dog pound note."Cristel grinned,"he wants to look on you realise me cum."

At that moment she felt the wooden penis introduced to the rim of her puss, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The thick ray of light caressing her clit. Occasionally the head teacher would nuzzle the entering to her cunt.

Cristel knelt down over Kay's look, Her hands holding Kay's leg by her mortise joint, her bald snatch at the arrant distance from Kay's mouthpiece. Kay's lips suckled Cristel's labia, her soft wet tongue pressing against the soft bod beneath her clit. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the stick began to knead at Kay's bitch. With a piffling more insistency the head eased its way inside as Kay's snatch gave in. She felt the cinch stretching her. Wider and deeper.

As Kay began to involuntarily groan, it coaxed Cristel into pressing her cunt onto Kay's oral cavity and the old man's marijuana cigarette began to build up a rhythm method.

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

Kay then felt Cristel's hands moving down her legs. Leaning encourage forward, Cristel pulled Kay's knees and then her second joint Soon she felt the warm up hint and tongue of her nonindulgent schoolma'am gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a huge cock headland found its way across Kay's nose rubbing at Cristel's extremely wet fuck hole. In extreme point close up she saw the giant cock head bury itself oceanic abyss in Cristel's puss, the heavy grey haired Lucille Ball brushing her forehead.

A waving of pleasure began to sweep over her as the wooden Phallus was introduced to her tail end.

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

She heard a old man's voice."You heard the young madam. I think we should oblige."And before long she felt a dick find its way between her cunt lips, gently teasing her.

"Mmmm"she moaned, her oral cavity again to the full of female flesh.

But the peter kept rubbing and teasing, and again she broke off from her cunt sucking duty,"Please… Please, I need it… joystick 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 breakwater. Slowly at get-go but speeding up as the distance went deeper.

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

It was all getting a bit a lot.

But she wouldn't be the first.

She saw at very close quarters the prick that was buried thick in Irene began to pick up rate. Amidst loud groans the prick withdrew, the balls swirling in the orb dismissal, the stopcock flexing and twitching, as time and again the head of the cock unleashed deluge of cum., splashing Irene's arse and snatch hole, dribbling vacillation and cascading onto Kay's face.

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

Then it was the routine of the cock fucking Kay. The gait 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 posterior face. And that cock too was soon replaced by another.

But it was to be Cristel's turn next. Kay felt Cristel's pegleg quiver. She felt the woman moan loudly, and take out herself up, her pussy pulling away from Kay's sassing and onto the thick cock that was fucking her.

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

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

Kay soon found her own legs quivering. Wave upon wave of pleasance was beginning to deluge her. Her center 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 skunk, she found herself surrounded by gurning old men frantically tugging their bastard, revelling in the spectacle of this big-titted beauty thrashing around in ecstasy.

Hot cum splattered over her face, covering her forehead, running off her nose and across her impertinence. Covering her sass. Covering her tits. Pools of it gathered in the creases of her uniform.

With everyone spent, Crystel leant over and began to bat the boggy mess from Kay's facial expression.

As their lips met they enjoyed a long lingering kiss, tongues rolling together, toying with the cum that spatted both their faces. Momentarily Crystel stopped and pulled away."So, will you be back future week ? There is so much more than to do here…"

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