Dressed in her usual casual dungaree and at large sweat top, Kay climbed the big wooden staircase. The old dark portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a gumption of unease. The squeaker of her flight simulator echoed around the Brobdingnagian building.

She'd answered an ad for a maid. With splendid pay. Kay needed to money to pay numerous debts, and maid work was comfortable. So here she was.

At the top of the step she looked for the indorse door off to the leftfield, just as the decrepit old butler 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 door and went in.

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

Behind the desk the marvellous elegant design of a woman. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those blackguard maybe over six ft. She gave the impression of being athletic. Quite muscular. Yes. You could tell by the skin soaked sinister leggings. hefty thighs. Her hair was striking too. Cropped blond. bluing optic, and unusually a monocle. It gave the char a very aristocratic expression. A look rounded off with a crisp white blouse and dark jacket.

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

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

"Lovely. Perfect."

"My name is Cristel. Your uniform is in your room. Up the stairs. low on the right hand. The key is in the door. The pay is dear here. But then there will be much expected of you. This evening we are entertaining. We shall be expecting you in the primary Reading way at 8pm sharp. form sure you are wearing the chastise attire."

Her short, piercing sentences felt like Holy Order. Again feelings of disquiet crept through her mind. ‘ We ? …'

—

It didn't take recollective to bump her way. She turned the operose key in the ringlet and pushed the with child doorway undetermined. Wow. A significant size way. A big four poster bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a French maid 's uniform. make out with underclothing stockings and even shoes.

She decided to subscribe a exhibitor, then maybe try her uniform on for size. But again this played on her mind. 'Entertaining. Maybe it was fondness frock. Although… Hmmm.'

She took a tenacious and epicurean shower. She thought about the uniform, and the assorted 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 follow herself get set. Clipping up the ovalbumin suspender belt ammunition around her waist she looked for her stockings. inkiness and seamed of class. She pulled them slowly up her branch, doing he utmost not to snag or catch anything, whilst admiring her own long legs in the mirror. Next Kay decided to pull on her shoes. letters patent black leather with a breaker point at the toe that looked so penetrating you could almost cut yourself on it.

And with hound like that she was going to need a slight praxis walking.

She pulled her knickers up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so swerve, they left nix to the imagination. She had a well trimmed, but slurred neat triangle of sour pubic hair that was still obvious beneath the flimsy white fabric. 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 nipples absentmindedly through the fabric. ‘ aspect at you.'She murmured to herself ‘ shtup. You look hot'

The Thomas Young lady got to her feet and began to toddle around the bedchamber. She found she couldn't take her optic off herself. She looked like every man's dream.

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

Her mind wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

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

Ooooh yeah. Slipping his lance right up ...

bash KNOCK.

Without waiting for an result, 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 legs straight, but spread extensive 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 preserve you."Cristel said.

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

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

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

Cristel was now close decent to whisper in her ear.

"Now, young lady…"Kay felt the elastic band on her knickers ease down across her pert bottom cheeks.

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

"…tonight. Our guests have come to savour a special eventide entertainment…"

She felt Cristel's fingerbreadth find her own fingerbreadth two knuckle deep in her own cunt.

'' ... where you will be the principal magnet. You will award yourself to each man…"

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

"... and in turn of events you will perform for them in whatever manner they desire."

As her ovolo expertly caressed Kay's compressed 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 breathing time on the mirror.

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

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

Kay lowered her torso, forcing her cunt onto Cristel's fingers. Irene stood behind her straight and upright but still massaging between the Danton True Young girls legs.

Kay was on the verge. Irene pulled her bridge player away and licked the goo from her fingers.

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

"I think you've had more than enough decently now. I don't want to violate you. I'll see you downstairs in 20 transactions. ``

The doorway closed. Kay felt crimson, her head spinning, but she knew she had an ache between her legs that needed pressing attention.

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the keister of the stairs. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a slim adjustment black dame, below the knee distance, white sleeveless blouse and pitch blackness opera mitt that stretched up well above the elbow. blackness high-pitched bounder, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her little French maidservant outfit. The dame was splayed out by the fully, frilly petticoat. The neck line decorated with more whitened laced ruff. But more importantly than that, the neck line was extremely low. Kay's ample cleavage was very much on exhibit. And the height of her heels made her totter unsteadily, increasing the sum of money of leap and wobble of her nipple. A frilly blanched hat and white pinafore completed the outfit.

From a small tabularise Cristel produced a leather choker and strand. She ordered Kay to turn around, and then fastened the three around her neck opening.

"rightfulness young lady. We're all set."Cristel whispered in her ear, and once again Cristel 's deal eased inside her knee pants."Shall we enter ?"

The hot breath on Kay's neck reignited the shiver between her wooden leg. Cristel pulled the leash and Kay took a few footfall to steady herself.

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

—

A fug of cigar grass was the first thing Kay noticed. The way was very quiet. A collection of leather seats and lounge was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 grey haired gentleman's gentleman sat around reading material, smoking, crapulence or a combination of all three. Two large smashing Danes lay by the open fire

‘ Ahhh. At last"One old guy sat up then stood up from his chairwoman."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 hold 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 floor, slightly confused and embarrassed.

"Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir."

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

"cum here new noblewoman. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite small in stature, he had grey thinning hair. Tweed jacket and embrown corduroy trouser. A Patrick Victor Martindale White shirt covered a rather large stomach. Not her cup of tea at all. But there she was dressed like every man's phantasy 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 note the old man was waving.

"What do you say ?"he enquired.

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

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

She plucked the Federal Reserve note out of his handwriting. A fresh fifty pound note. Neatly folded up. She opened it and read the note.

Her mouth went dry as she read it.

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

On a fifty dog pound bill.

She looked at the old guy. A smile paste across his lips.

She pulled down the neckline of her top and eased out her 36DD tits. The frilly neckline perfectly framed her vauntingly arduous swinging breasts.

She heard diverse libidinous comments from around the room.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, Kays was paraded around the room, serving drinks, offering cigars, and all the while her big knocker were on exhibit, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her best to push a smile as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within reaching of these colly old perverts. But at the Lapplander time the prickling, softened desire just above her cunt wouldn't leave her. And, in the quiet consequence, she would abide next to Cristel as Cristel's fingerbreadth would deftly stoke Kay's desire, caressing her bloomers or tweaking her sensitive nipples.

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

Red faced she looked around.

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

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

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

She'd been brought to the sharpness by her mistress, she'd displayed her lumbering swinging tits for a way entire of dirty old men. And now this… Already £100 up, she looked at the home base in forepart of her.

She bent over in social movement of him.

Kay lifted her inadequate Black person skirt and her frilly french maidservant petticoat revealing her stocking tops and then her niggling Caucasian knickers. She hooked her thumbs into the side flexible and slowly lowered the knickerbockers down until they dropped around her ankle joint. Looking over her shoulder joint 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 thin chocolate covered biscuit from the board. Reaching between her legs she eased the tip of the cookie up her flyspeck lilliputian hind end hole.

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breathing spell between her cheeks. She felt the cooky relief in and out of her. She felt warm lips and lingua on her bum hole.

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

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

She closed her middle but could sense a crowd gather 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 foul bitch loves it."

She heard another old man call to take a greenback for her.

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

As one man feasted on her prat, other 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 side was his walk stick. A knurly old wooden reefer. The handle was much like the handgrip of an old sword, it was polished smooth at the pommel, the top eight column inch having a pronounced curve, towards another bulbous lump further down at the hilt, the rest of the pin 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 fingers slip down the curved wooden shaft, his center watching her as he did so.

Her heart widened.

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

Cristel then proceeded to guide Kay ( on all 4 ) by the leash, across the flooring to a belittled coffee tabular array. Irene patted the table top."On here. On your back. peg 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 promontory arched back off the sharpness, but she found a piano leather cushion had been placed to affirm it. With her head tilted back there was't a good deal she could see, but she felt deal pulling her knickers from her thighs to her articulatio talocruralis as her ramification were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into position. She was now almost fully undressed too, apart from her Negro seamed stockings, Patrick Victor Martindale White suspender belt, high heels, long opera house glove and, of course, her monocle.

"Oh and Mr Joseph Deems Taylor here has given me another L Cypriot pound note."Cristel grinned,"he wants to watch out you make 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 prick caressing her clit. Occasionally the head would snuggle 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 pure length from Kay's mouth. Kay's lips suckled Cristel's labia, her lenient wet tongue pressing against the soft build beneath her clit. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the spliff began to play at Kay's cunt. With a little to a greater extent pressure the head 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 cunt onto Kay's backtalk and the old man's marijuana cigarette began to construct up a rhythm.

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

Kay then felt Cristel's hands moving down her legs. Leaning farther forward, Cristel pulled Kay's stifle and then her thigh Soon she felt the warm breath and spit of her strict schoolmarm gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a huge cock head found its way across Kay's nose rubbing at Cristel's extremely wet fuck maw. In extremum close up she saw the goliath cock head bury itself deep in Cristel's snatch, the dense grey haired ball brushing her forehead.

A wave of pleasure began to overcome 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 repose from sucking Cristel's mound.

She heard a old man's voice."You heard the Young lady. I think we should oblige."And before long she felt a slit find its way between her cunt back talk, gently teasing her.

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

But the tool kept rubbing and teasing, and again she broke off from her cunt sucking responsibility,"Please… Please, I need it… marijuana cigarette in in me."she moaned.

"Oh there you go."she heard another voice say as the dickhead slipped into her very much like a ship being launched down the jetty. Slowly at outset but speeding up as the duration 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 a great deal.

But she wouldn't be the number one.

She saw at very close quarters the prick that was buried deep in Irene began to pick up pace. Amidst loud groans the prick withdrew, the testis swirling in the clod sack, the cock flexing and twitching, as time and again the head of the pecker unleashed violent stream of cum., splashing Irene's arse and cunt hole, dribbling swing and cascading onto Kay's face.

"Oh ja… More… more…"she heard Cristel command. And on cue another cock replaced the starting time. Thicker, shorter and more veiny that the start, this old cock was soon hammering away, awkward cum coating the putz.

Then it was the turn of the peter fucking Kay. The pace of the nookie 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 cheeks. And that putz too was soon replaced by another.

But it was to be Cristel's turn next. Kay felt Cristel's legs vibration. She felt the charwoman moan loudly, and suck up herself up, her snatch pulling away from Kay's mouthpiece and onto the duncish pecker that was fucking her.

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

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

Kay soon found her own branch quivering. wafture upon wave of pleasure was beginning to overwhelm her. Her eyes rolled back and she became blissfully unaware of everything else around her as she had the most muscular orgasm she'd ever had. And, as she regained control of her locoweed, 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 look, covering her forehead, running off her horn in and across her impertinence. Covering her sass. Covering her tits. pocket billiards of it gathered in the creases of her uniform.

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

As their lips met they enjoyed a hanker 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 adjacent workweek ? There is so much more to do here…"

"Oh yes. Of course of instruction"replied Kay, a big smile crossed her cum smeared brass."I can't time lag. ”