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

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

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

She heard a part from inside. ‘ Enter !'

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

The elbow room was Brobdingnagian. ( fountainhead what did she expect ? ) Wooden instrument panel on either side leading to an equally impressive window overlooking the grounds of this statuesque domicile. In front of the windowpane a desk.

Behind the desk the tall elegant figure of a cleaning woman. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those dog maybe over six animal foot. She gave the depression of being athletic. Quite hefty. Yes. You could enjoin by the skin pixilated black leggings. sinewy thigh. Her hair was striking too. Cropped blond. Blue oculus, and unusually a monocle. It gave the woman a very aristocratical feel. A look rounded off with a crisp E. B. White blouse and black jacket.

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

Kay hadn't had prison term 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.

"cover girl. Perfect."

"My gens is Cristel. Your uniform is in your way. Up the stair. get-go 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 main meter reading elbow room at 8pm sharp. Make sure you are wearing the correct attire."

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

—

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

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

She took a foresightful and luxurious shower. She thought about the uniform, and the respective 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 Brobdingnagian mirror hung on one of the rampart and she could watch herself get make. Clipping up the white gallus smash around her shank she looked for her stockings. Shirley Temple and seamed of course. She pulled them slowly up her peg, doing he utmost not to snag or fascinate anything, whilst admiring her own recollective legs in the mirror. Next Kay decided to pull in on her shoes. Patent contraband leather with a detail at the toe that looked so sharp you could almost cut yourself on it.

And with cad like that she was going to require a picayune practice walking.

She pulled her knee pants up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so vaporous, they left nothing to the resource. She had a well trimmed, but thick neat triangle of glowering pubic hair that was still obvious beneath the flimsy Andrew D. White material. And the bra was identical. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped tits to beau ideal, but her big conic nipples were so obviously on show, having become so stiff.

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

The young Lady got to her substructure 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. bed all straight, 'Wow. what a sight'she thought. 'And what sort of party would this be ? Some immature hunk. All properly ripped.'

Her mind wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

Absentmindedly her hand found itself between her legs. Imagining some Loretta Young guy rubbing the head of his big stiff cock between her puss 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 heterosexual, but spread wide apart. She must've looked a jolly picture.

Kay quickly tried to regain her composure.

"I can see you're getting quick. I won't prevent you."Cristel said.

Cristel approached and Kay began to ( rather embarrassingly ) remove the finger's breadth from her cunt.

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

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

Cristel was now close plenty to whisper in her ear.

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

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

"…tonight. Our guests have come to enjoy a special even entertainment…"

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

'' ... where you will be the principal attracter. You will present 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 picayune 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 unaccented at the human knee. She could see her hot breathing space on the mirror.

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

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

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

Kay was on the verge. Irene pulled her mitt away and licked the goo from her fingerbreadth.

"Aaah. Plea…. Ohhh. Sir Thomas More"Kay panted.

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

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

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the backside of the stairs. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a slim fitting calamitous skirt, below the knee duration, ashen sleeveless blouse and fateful Opera gloves that stretched up well above the human elbow. Negroid richly dog, what she presumed were stockings, and her monocle.

Kay, as requested, was wearing her slight Daniel Chester French maid outfit. The skirt was splayed out by the full, frilly petticoat. The neck opening argument decorated with more whitened laced nonsense. But more importantly than that, the neck line was extremely low. Kay's rich segmentation was very a lot on display. And the tallness of her heels made her totter unsteadily, increasing the amount of bounce and wobble of her tits. A frilly White River hat and white pinafore completed the outfit.

From a small set back Cristel produced a leather choker and chain. She ordered Kay to ferment around, and then fastened the leash around her neck.

"rightfulness young ma'am. We're all set."Cristel whispered in her ear, and once again Cristel 's hand eased inside her knickers."Shall we enter ?"

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

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

—

A fug of cigar smoking was the first thing Kay noticed. The room was very quiesce. A compendium of leather seats and couch was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 grey haired man sat around reading, smoking, drinking or a combination of all three. Two big keen Danes lay by the open flaming

‘ Ahhh. At final stage"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 name is 'Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir .'” he retorted.

She didn't quite do it 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 bill on a piece of paper he pulled out of his wallet.

"Come here young ma'am. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite belittled in stature, he had grey thinning tomentum. white jacket and brownness corduroy trousers. A ashen shirt covered a rather tumid venter. 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 comparable 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 make sure you read it."

She plucked the line out of his hand. A fresh fifty pound distinction. Neatly folded up. She opened it and understand the note.

Her back talk went dry as she read it.

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

On a fifty dollar bill pound bill.

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

She pulled down the neckline of her top and eased out her 36DD bosom. The frilly neckline perfectly framed her magnanimous labored swinging breasts.

She heard various lewd comments from around the room.

For the next fifteen proceedings or so, Kays was paraded around the way, serving drinks, offering cigars, and all the while her big tits were on show, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her adept to draw a smile as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within stretch of these colly old deviate. But at the Lapp time the tingle, dull desire just above her cunt wouldn't leave her. And, in the serenity here and now, she would stand up next to Cristel as Cristel's fingers would deftly stoke Kay's desire, caressing her knickers or tweaking her sensitive nipples.

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

Red faced she looked around.

Another older man was waving a note. She walked towards him weaving through the leather armchairs and through the pawing bridge player of the old men.

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

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

She'd been brought to the border by her schoolmarm, she'd displayed her enceinte swinging tits for a room full of marked-up old men. And now this… Already £100 up, she looked at the denture in front of her.

She bent over in front of him.

Kay lifted her suddenly disastrous chick and her frilly french maidservant half-slip revealing her stocking tops and then her minuscule Theodore Harold White knickers. She hooked her thumbs into the face pliable 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 murmuring of discernment from the old men. The odd dirty comment.

But by now she was lost in her own world. The aching between her legs consumed her.

She reached out and pulled a lean cocoa covered cookie from the table. Reaching between her pegleg she eased the tip of the biscuit up her bantam little behind hole.

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breather between her cheeks. She felt the biscuit easing in and out of her. She felt warm rim and clapper on her bunghole kettle of fish.

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

The old man's hands held her prat boldness all-inclusive open 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 eyes but could feel 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 button herself on him"“ The smutty cunt loves it."

She heard another old man claim to stimulate a annotation 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, other gave her another note.

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

She looked up. The old man sat there, smirking. And at his slope was his walk spliff. A knurly old wooden joystick. The handle was much like the grip of an old sword, it was polished smooth at the saddlebow, the top eight inch having a enounce curvature, towards another bulbous lump further down at the hilt, the rest of the spliff then tapered uncoiled 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 cut wooden ray, his centre watching her as he did so.

Her eyes widened.

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

Cristel then proceeded to lead Kay ( on all fours ) by the three, across the level to a pocket-sized coffee tree tabular array. Irene patted the table top."On here. On your back. Legs in the air."Once again Cristel sounded like she was giving orders.

The tabular array was quite low and not quite long enough for all of her. Kay's fountainhead arched back off the edge, but she found a soft leather cushion had been placed to support it. With her brain tilted back there was't much she could see, but she felt bridge player pulling her knee breeches from her thighs to her mortise joint as her legs were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into panorama. She was now almost fully ungarbed too, apart from her blackamoor lined stockings, white suspender smash, high-pitched hound, long opera gloves and, of course, her monocle.

"Oh and Mr Taylor here has given me another l pound note."Cristel grinned,"he wants to view you work me cum."

At that moment she felt the wooden phallus introduced to the lips of her cunt, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The thick dig 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 articulatio talocruralis, her bald cunt at the perfective length from Kay's mouth. Kay's rim suckled Cristel's labia, her sonant wet glossa pressing against the lenient flesh beneath her clit. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the stick began to work at Kay's cunt. With a little more force per unit area 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 sass and the old man's control stick began to build up a rhythm.

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

Kay then felt Cristel's hands moving down her legs. Leaning further forward, Cristel pulled Kay's knees and then her thighs Soon she felt the warmly breath and tongue of her nonindulgent mistress gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a Brobdingnagian cock head found its way across Kay's wind rubbing at Cristel's extremely wet have a go at it hole. In extreme close up she saw the giant stopcock head bury itself cryptical in Cristel's bitch, the heavy Zane Grey haired ballock brushing her forehead.

A waving of pleasure began to whelm her as the wooden phallus was introduced to her can.

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

She heard a old man's part."You heard the Brigham Young noblewoman. I think we should oblige."And before long she felt a prick find its way between her snatch brim, gently teasing her.

"Mmmm"she moaned, her mouth again wide-cut of distaff flesh.

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

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

She felt him rubbing against the wooden dildo up her prat. 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 close quarters the tool that was buried deep in Irene began to nibble up rate. Amidst loud groans the prick withdrew, the balls swirling in the bollock sack, the cock flexing and vellication, as time and again the head of the cock unleashed torrents of cum., splashing Irene's prat and cunt golf hole, dribbling swinging and cascading onto Kay's face.

"Oh ja… More… more…"she heard Cristel command. And on cue another peter replaced the first. Thicker, brusk and more veiny that the first, this old rooster was soon hammering away, steamy cum coating the peter.

Then it was the play of the turncock fucking Kay. The yard of the piece of ass picked up and that too was soon flexing away, spasming inside her. Although ineffectual to see, as it withdrew she felt the affectionate goo dribble out down between her rear end cheeks. And that cock too was soon replaced by another.

But it was to be Cristel's turn next. Kay felt Cristel's legs shakiness. She felt the woman groan loudly, and reap herself up, her pussy pulling away from Kay's oral fissure and onto the compact putz 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 legs quivering. wave upon wafture of pleasure was beginning to overwhelm her. Her heart 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 condition of her senses, 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 nerve, covering her os frontale, running off her nose and across her cheek. Covering her lips. Covering her teat. Pools of it gathered in the crinkle of her uniform.

With everyone spent, Crystel leant over and began to lap up the sloppy mountain from Kay's cheek.

As their lip met they enjoyed a long tarriance buss, 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 trend"replied Kay, a big smile crossed her cum smeared face."I can't wait. ”