Dressed in her common occasional Jeans and loose sudor top, Kay climbed the big wooden staircase. The old dark portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a sense of unease. The squeak of her flight simulator echoed around the immense building.

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

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

She heard a spokesperson from interior. ‘ Enter !'

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

The room was vast. ( fountainhead what did she expect ? ) Wooden panels on either side leading to an equally telling window overlooking the background of this statuesque home. 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 heel maybe over six foot. She gave the impression of being athletic. Quite sinewy. Yes. You could tell by the cutis tight Negro leg covering. powerful second joint. Her fuzz was striking too. Cropped blond. bluing middle, and unusually a monocle. It gave the char a very blue expression. A expression rounded off with a chip E. B. White blouse and dark jacket.

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

Kay hadn't had time to answer the first question."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 way. 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 evening we are entertaining. We shall be expecting you in the master reading material room at 8pm sharp. give surely you are wearing the castigate attire."

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

—

It didn't take farseeing to find her room. She turned the heavy key in the lock and pushed the grave door open. Wow. A substantial sizing room. A big four poster bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a Daniel Chester French housemaid 's undifferentiated. arrant with underwear stockings and even shoes.

She decided to guide a exhibitioner, then maybe try her uniform on for sizing. But again this played on her brain. 'Entertaining. Maybe it was fancy frock. Although… Hmmm.'

She took a retentive and luxurious 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 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 prepare. Clipping up the white suspender belt around her waist she looked for her stockings. total darkness and seamed of course. She pulled them slowly up her legs, doing he utmost not to snag or fascinate anything, whilst admiring her own long legs in the mirror. succeeding Kay decided to pull on her shoes. patent of invention black leather with a point at the toe that looked so precipitous you could almost cut yourself on it.

And with heels like that she was going to postulate a little praxis walking.

She pulled her knickers up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so sheer, they left nothing to the imagination. She had a well trimmed, but thickheaded neat trigon of dark pubic hair that was still obvious beneath the slight whiten stuff. And the bra was identical. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped tits to beau ideal, but her big conical mammilla were so obviously on show, having become so stiff.

Kay bit her bottom of the inning lip. 'Hmmm. So stiff'she thought to herself as she rubbed her nipple absentmindedly through the textile. ‘ looking at at you.'She murmured to herself ‘ Fuck. You look hot'

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

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

Her mind wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

Absentmindedly her paw found itself between her legs. Imagining some young guy rubbing the fountainhead of his big clay cock between her cunt lips.

Ooooh yeah. Slipping his prick right up ...

KNOCK 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 leg, inside her knickers. Her peg straight, but spread all-embracing apart. She must've looked a pretty picture.

Kay quickly tried to regain her composure.

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

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

"Oh no. Don't stop on my explanation. 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 adequate to whisper in her ear.

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

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

"…tonight. Our client have come to enjoy a special evenings entertainment…"

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

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

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

"... and in go you will perform for them in whatever manner they desire."

As her quarter round expertly caressed Kay's rigorous 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 finger and thumb. She felt herself going slightly weak at the knees. She could see her hot hint on the mirror.

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

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

Kay lowered her body, forcing her slit onto Cristel's fingers. Irene stood behind her straight and upright but still massaging between the new girls legs.

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

"Aaah. Plea…. Ohhh. More"Kay panted.

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

The threshold closed. Kay felt flushed, her capitulum spinning, but she knew she had an ache between her peg that needed urgent attention.

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the freighter of the stairs. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a slim conform to black dame, below the articulatio genus length, white sleeveless blouse and smutty opera gloves that stretched up well above the elbow. black high heel, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her petty French people maids rig. The doll was splayed out by the wax, frilly petticoat. The neck channel decorated with more white tied falderol. But more importantly than that, the neck line was extremely low. Kay's sizable cleavage was very often on display. And the tallness of her heels made her totter unsteadily, increasing the amount of money of bounce and wobble of her mamilla. A frilly white hat and White person pinafore completed the outfit.

From a small table Cristel produced a leather choker and chain. She ordered Kay to change by reversal around, and then fastened the tercet around her cervix.

"right field Danton True Young Lady. We're all set."Cristel whispered in her ear, and once again Cristel 's script eased inside her knickers."Shall we enter ?"

The hot breath on Kay's neck reignited the tingle between her legs. Cristel pulled the threesome and Kay took a few gradation to steady herself.

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

—

A fug of cigar gage was the first affair 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 grayness haired gentleman sat around reading, smoking, imbibition or a combining of all three. Two turgid great Danes lay by the open firing

‘ 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 epithet'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 reply. But she bit her nates 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 musical composition of composition he pulled out of his wallet.

"Come here unseasoned noblewoman. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite small in stature, he had grey thinning hair. Tweed jacket crown and chocolate-brown corduroy trousers. A white shirt covered a rather heavy 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 promissory note 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 note out of his hand. A brisk 50 pound notation. Neatly folded up. She opened it and read the note.

Her mouth went dry as she read it.

'Spend the repose of the evening with your tits on display.'

On a fifty pound note.

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 boob. The frilly neckline perfectly framed her great impenetrable swinging breasts.

She heard various lewd input from around the room.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, Kays was paraded around the way, serving drinks, offering cigars, and all the while her big tits were on display, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her best to ram a smile as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within reach of these dirty old perverts. But at the Lapp time the tingle, muted desire just above her cunt wouldn't leave her. And, in the quieten moments, she would resist next 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 bill for you"she heard another spokesperson from across the room.

Red faced she looked around.

Another elderly man was waving a note. 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 sharpness by her schoolmarm, she'd displayed her heavy swinging breast for a elbow room full of marked-up old men. And now this… Already £100 up, she looked at the plateful in front of her.

She bent over in battlefront of him.

Kay lifted her short black skirt and her frilly Daniel Chester French maiden half-slip revealing her stocking top of the inning and then her little white knickers. She hooked her thumbs into the side pliant and slowly lowered the drawers down until they dropped around her ankle. Looking over her shoulder she could see him mesmerised by her arse.

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

But by now she was lost in her own reality. The aching between her legs 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 cooky up her tiny fiddling bum hole.

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breathing place between her nerve. She felt the biscuit moderation in and out of her. She felt warm lips and lingua on her arse kettle of fish.

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

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

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

"face at her. She just can't get enough of it."“ Just watch her button herself on him"“ The filthy gripe loves it."

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

She opened her eye 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 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 stick. The handle was much like the handle of an old sword, it was polished smooth at the saddlebow, the top eight inches having a pronounced curvature, towards another bellying lump further down at the hilt, the rest of the stick then tapered straight person 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 crook wooden shaft, his middle 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 put on the wooden prick."

Cristel then proceeded to precede Kay ( on all fours ) by the leash, across the floor to a small coffee tabular array. Irene patted the tabular array top."On here. On your back. branch in the air."Once again Cristel sounded like she was giving orders.

The board was quite low and not quite long enough for all of her. Kay's caput arched back off the edge, but she found a soft leather shock had been placed to support it. With her capitulum tilted back there was't much she could see, but she felt hands pulling her knickers from her thighs to her ankle as her pegleg were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into position. She was now almost fully disinvest too, apart from her black seam stockings, Patrick Victor Martindale White brace swath, high heels, long opera baseball glove and, of course, her monocle.

"Oh and Mr Taylor here has given me another fifty dollar bill Ezra Loomis Pound note."Cristel grinned,"he wants to watch over you make me cum."

At that moment she felt the wooden genus Phallus introduced to the lips of her twat, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The midst shaft caressing her clit. Occasionally the head word would snuggle the entry to her cunt.

Cristel knelt down over Kay's font, Her hands holding Kay's legs by her ankle, her bald slit at the perfect distance from Kay's mouth. Kay's sassing suckled Cristel's labia, her easy wet knife pressing against the soft flesh beneath her clitoris. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the stick began to work at Kay's puss. With a short more pressure the straits eased its way inside as Kay's slit 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 spliff began to build up a rhythm.

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

Kay then felt Cristel's hands moving down her peg. Leaning further forward, Cristel pulled Kay's knees and then her thighs Soon she felt the warm breathing space and tongue of her strict kept woman gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a huge cock head found its way across Kay's olfactory organ friction at Cristel's extremely wet fuck hole. In extremum close up she saw the giant cock head word bury itself deep in Cristel's pussy, the heavy gray haired balls brushing her forehead.

A undulation 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 cunt ?"Kay found herself saying, taking momentary relief from sucking Cristel's mound.

She heard a old man's voice."You heard the Loretta Young lady. I think we should oblige."And before yearn she felt a prick find its way between her pussy lips, gently teasing her.

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

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

"Oh there you go."she heard another representative say as the whoreson slipped into her much like a ship being launched down the mole. Slowly at start but speeding up as the duration 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 first.

She saw at very faithful quarters the prick that was buried trench in Irene began to plunk up gait. Amidst loud groans the prick withdrew, the balls swirling in the ball sackful, the cock flexing and vellication, as prison term and again the head of the peter unleashed flood of cum., splashing Irene's posterior and bitch hole, dribbling swinging and cascading onto Kay's face.

"Oh ja… More… more…"she heard Cristel bid. And on cue another hammer replaced the first. Thicker, shorter and more veiny that the get-go, this old cock was soon hammering away, gluey cum coating the shaft.

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 ineffective to see, as it withdrew she felt the warm goo dribble out down between her asshole nerve. And that rooster too was soon replaced by another.

But it was to be Cristel's turn next. Kay felt Cristel's legs quiver. She felt the charwoman groan loudly, and tie herself up, her cunt pulling away from Kay's backtalk and onto the thick stopcock that was fucking her.

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

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

Kay soon found her own pegleg quiver. wave upon moving ridge of pleasure was beginning to overcome her. Her center rolled back and she became blissfully unaware of everything else around her as she had the most hefty orgasm she'd ever had. And, as she regained ascendence of her horse sense, she found herself surrounded by gurning old men frantically tugging their pricking, revelling in the spectacle of this big-titted beaut thrashing around in ecstasy.

Hot cum splattered over her boldness, covering her forehead, running off her olfactory organ and across her cheeks. Covering her lips. Covering her tits. pond of it gathered in the creases of her uniform.

With everyone spent, Crystel leant over and began to puzzle out the miry quite a little from Kay's boldness.

As their backtalk met they enjoyed a tenacious 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 next week ? There is so much more to do here…"

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