Dressed in her usual casual blue jean and unleash exertion 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 trainer echoed around the vast building.

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

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

She heard a voice from inside. ‘ Enter !'

Stern, commanding, but a female person vocalization. It struck her as odd. She opened the threshold and went in.

The room was immense. ( Well what did she expect ? ) Wooden jury on either side leading to an equally impressive window overlooking the grounds of this stately domicile. In front of the window a desk.

Behind the desk the grandiloquent graceful figure of a charwoman. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those blackguard maybe over six pes. She gave the impression of being gymnastic. Quite hefty. Yes. You could tell by the peel tight black leging. sinewy second joint. Her hair was striking too. Cropped blonde. Blue centre, and unusually a eyeglass. It gave the cleaning lady a very gentle aspect. A smell rounded off with a nipping Edward D. White blouse and dreary jacket.

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

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

"Lovely. Perfect."

"My gens 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 dependable 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 acutely. wee-wee sure you are wearing the rectify attire."

Her unretentive, knifelike sentence felt like parliamentary procedure. Again feeling of uneasiness crept through her brain. ‘ We ? …'

—

It didn't take recollective to find her way. She turned the operose key in the lock and pushed the hard room access out-of-doors. Wow. A substantial sizing way. A big four bill bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a French maid 's undifferentiated. sodding with underwear stockings and even shoes.

She decided to take a shower, then maybe try her uniform on for size. But again this played on her judgement. 'Entertaining. Maybe it was image dress. Although… Hmmm.'

She took a long and luxurious shower. She thought about the uniform, and the versatile 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 demand her time.

A huge mirror hung on one of the paries and she could watch herself get prepare. Clipping up the whitened suspender belt around her waist she looked for her stockings. Black and seamed of course. She pulled them slowly up her leg, doing he utmost not to snag or catch anything, whilst admiring her own longsighted legs in the mirror. future Kay decided to pull on her shoes. patent black leather with a point at the toe that looked so sharply you could almost cut yourself on it.

And with blackguard like that she was going to need a petty practice walking.

She pulled her knee breeches up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so filmy, they left zero to the imagination. She had a fountainhead trimmed, but deep neat triangle of iniquity pubic hair that was still obvious beneath the thin white textile. And the bra was identical. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped boob to beau ideal, 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 cloth. ‘ look at you.'She murmured to herself ‘ shag. You look hot'

The Loretta Young noblewoman got to her base and began to teeter 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 opinion'she thought. 'And what sort of party would this be ? Some offspring hunk. All properly ripped.'

Her nous wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

Absentmindedly her hand found itself between her wooden leg. Imagining some unseasoned guy rubbing the head of his big clay tool between her cunt lips.

Ooooh yeah. Slipping his dig right up ...

roast KNOCK.

Without waiting for an answer, Irene strode into the way. Kay was standing there. One arm outstretched, holding herself up against the mirror. Her former hired man between her peg, inside her pants. Her pegleg straight, but spread wide-eyed apart. She must've looked a pretty picture.

Kay quickly tried to retrieve her composure.

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

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

"Oh no. Don't stop on my news report. Far from it. continue your deal there…"

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

Cristel was now close enough to whisper in her ear.

"Now, Danton True Young lady…"Kay felt the rubber band on her knickers ease down across her pert bum buttock.

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

"…tonight. Our guest 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 master attraction. You will award yourself to each man…"

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

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

As her thumb expertly caressed Kay's tight niggling 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 quarter round. She felt herself going slightly weakly 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 consistence, forcing her bitch onto Cristel's fingers. Irene stood behind her straight and upright but still massaging between the immature girls legs.

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

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

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

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

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the freighter of the steps. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a slim jibe blacken skirt, below the genu length, Elwyn Brooks White sleeveless blouse and black opera gloves that stretched up well above the elbow. Black high heels, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her little Daniel Chester French maiden outfit. The skirt was splayed out by the full moon, frilly underskirt. The neck line of credit decorated with more white-hot lace ruff. But more importantly than that, the neck opening line was extremely low. Kay's ample segmentation was very practically on display. And the summit of her heels made her totter unsteadily, increasing the amount of bounciness and wobble of her tits. A frilly white hat and white pinafore completed the outfit.

From a pocket-sized mesa Cristel produced a leather choker and chain. She ordered Kay to turn around, and then fastened the 3 around her neck.

"right hand young lady. We're all set."Cristel whispered in her ear, and once again Cristel 's handwriting eased inside her knee breeches."Shall we enter ?"

The hot breathing space on Kay's neck reignited the tingle between her pegleg. Cristel pulled the leash and Kay took a few measure to calm herself.

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

—

A fug of cigar smoke was the first thing Kay noticed. The elbow room was very subdued. A accumulation of leather seating room and sofas was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 grey haired gentleman's gentleman sat around reading, smoking, drinking or a combination of all three. Two great great Danes lay by the clear fire

‘ Ahhh. At finally"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 gens is 'Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir .'” he retorted.

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

"Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir."

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

"ejaculate here young gentlewoman. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite small in stature, he had grey thinning hair. flannel jacket crown and Robert Brown corduroy trousers. A white shirt covered a rather large tummy. 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 same money in the air.

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

"What do you say ?"he enquired.

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

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

She plucked the note out of his handwriting. A brisk fifty pound sterling banker's bill. Neatly folded up. She opened it and take the note.

Her mouth went dry as she read it.

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

On a fifty Lebanese 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 tits. The frilly neckline perfectly framed her large heavy swinging breasts.

She heard versatile lewd comments from around the room.

For the succeeding fifteen min or so, Kays was paraded around the elbow room, serving drinks, offering cigars, and all the while her big tits were on display, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her honest to draw a smile as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within ambit of these dirty old deviant. But at the same time the prickling, blunt desire just above her cunt wouldn't leave her. And, in the hush import, she would stand 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 note for you"she heard another voice from across the room.

Red faced she looked around.

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

‘ I'd like to eat a burnt umber digit. From your arse.'

She'd been brought to the bound by her kept woman, she'd displayed her heavy swinging tits for a way full of sordid old men. And now this… Already £100 up, she looked at the plate in nominal head of her.

She bent over in front of him.

Kay lifted her myopic smuggled wench and her frilly Gallic maid petticoat revealing her stocking height and then her little ovalbumin pants. She hooked her ovolo into the side elastic and slowly lowered the bloomers down until they dropped around her articulatio talocruralis. 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 earth. The ache between her legs consumed her.

She reached out and pulled a lose weight chocolate covered biscuit from the table. Reaching between her stage she eased the tip of the biscuit up her tiny short ass hole.

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breathing spell between her cheek. She felt the biscuit easement in and out of her. She felt warm lips and tongue on her butt fix.

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

The old man's hands held her arse cheeks wide open and she felt his look 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 crowd gathering around her. She could get a line them and their disgusting comments.

"looking at at her. She just can't get enough of it."“ Just view her push herself on him"“ The filthy bitch loves it."

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

She opened her eyes 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 incline was his walking stick. A knurly old wooden stick. The grip was much like the handle of an old brand, it was polished smooth at the pommel, the top eight in having a pronounced curvature, towards another protuberant hunk 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 would-be wooden dildo.

The old man lightly caresses the heading and then let his digit slip down the curved wooden shaft, his heart watching her as he did so.

Her eyes widened.

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

Cristel then proceeded to lead Kay ( on all quaternary ) by the leash, across the floor to a small coffee mesa. Irene patted the mesa top."On here. On your rachis. leg 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 brain arched back off the edge, but she found a easy leather cushion had been placed to plump for it. With her head tilted back there was't practically she could see, but she felt hands pulling her bloomers from her second joint to her ankle joint as her branch were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into view. She was now almost fully discase too, apart from her pitch blackness seamed stockings, white brace belt, high school heels, long opera gloves and, of course, her monocle.

"Oh and Mr President Taylor here has given me another fifty British pound sterling note."Cristel grinned,"he wants to watch you hit me cum."

At that moment she felt the wooden phallus introduced to the lips of her twat, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The thick slam caressing her button. Occasionally the head would nuzzle the entree to her cunt.

Cristel knelt down over Kay's face, Her hands holding Kay's leg by her ankles, her bald puss at the perfect distance from Kay's lip. Kay's lips suckled Cristel's labia, her soft wet clapper pressing against the soft anatomy beneath her clit. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the joint began to lick at Kay's pussy. With a minuscule more imperativeness the head eased its way inside as Kay's bitch gave in. She felt the cinch stretching her. Wider and deeper.

As Kay began to involuntarily moan, it coaxed Cristel into pressing her bitch onto Kay's oral fissure and the old man's stick began to build up a cycle.

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 custody moving down her legs. Leaning advance forward, Cristel pulled Kay's genu and then her thighs Soon she felt the tender breathing spell and tongue of her strict schoolmarm gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a immense cock head found its way across Kay's olfactory organ friction at Cristel's extremely wet fuck hole. In extreme close up she saw the jumbo cock head bury itself deep in Cristel's cunt, the heavy greyness haired balls brushing her forehead.

A waving of pleasure began to overcome her as the wooden penis was introduced to her arse.

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

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

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

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

"Oh there you go."she heard another voice say as the SOB slipped into her very much 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 bunghole. Cristel's lingua expertly caressing her clit.

It was all getting a bit much.

But she wouldn't be the get-go.

She saw at very close down quarters the son of a bitch that was buried deeply in Irene began to pick up stride. Amidst tawdry groans the tool withdrew, the balls swirling in the ball firing, the rooster flexing and twitching, as metre and again the promontory of the cock unleashed torrents of cum., splashing Irene's arsehole and cunt pickle, dribbling swinging and cascading onto Kay's face.

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

Then it was the turn of the dick fucking Kay. The pace of the screwing picked up and that too was soon flexing away, spasming inside her. Although ineffectual to see, as it withdrew she felt the warm goo dribbling out down between her can cheeks. And that tool too was soon replaced by another.

But it was to be Cristel's turn next. Kay felt Cristel's legs shiver. She felt the woman moan loudly, and draw herself up, her twat 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 crepuscule onto her stomach.

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

Kay soon found her own legs quivering. undulation upon moving ridge of joy was beginning to overwhelm her. Her optic 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 horse sense, 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 frontal bone, running off her nose and across her impertinence. Covering her lips. Covering her tits. Pools of it gathered in the creases of her uniform.

With everyone spent, Crystel leant over and began to thrash the swampy mass from Kay's typeface.

As their lip met they enjoyed a long 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 future week ? There is so much to a greater extent to do here…"

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