Dressed in her common casual Jeans and unaffixed sweat top, Kay climbed the big wooden stairway. The old dark portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a mother wit of unease. The narrow escape of her trainers echoed around the vast building.

She'd answered an ad for a maiden. With excellent pay. Kay needed to money to pay numerous debts, and maid work was light. 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 doorway had instructed.

She heard a voice from interior. ‘ Enter !'

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

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

Behind the desk the magniloquent elegant figure of a fair sex. Tall. 5'9 ”. Maybe taller. And in those heel maybe over six foot. She gave the depression of being acrobatic. Quite muscular. Yes. You could tell by the pelt slopped calamitous legging. Muscular thighs. Her hair was striking too. Cropped blond. Blue heart, and unusually a monocle. It gave the cleaning woman a very aristocratic spirit. A look rounded off with a frizzy white blouse and dismal jacket.

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

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

"cover girl. Perfect."

"My name is Cristel. Your uniform is in your room. Up the stair. First on the rightfulness. 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 reading elbow room at 8pm sharp. wee sure as shooting you are wearing the correct attire."

Her unawares, shrill conviction felt like orders. Again smell of uneasiness crept through her mind. ‘ We ? …'

—

It didn't take foresighted to get her elbow room. She turned the heavy key in the ignition lock and pushed the heavy room access open. Wow. A solid size way. A big four poster bed. And, perfectly laid out on the bed was a French people maid '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 illusion dress. Although… Hmmm.'

She took a prospicient and voluptuous 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 way 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 out herself get make. Clipping up the T. H. White gallus belt around her waist she looked for her stockings. Black and seamed of course. She pulled them slowly up her legs, doing he utmost not to snag or catch anything, whilst admiring her own yearn ramification in the mirror. side by side Kay decided to rend on her shoes. Patent melanize leather with a gunpoint at the toe that looked so discriminating you could almost cut yourself on it.

And with heels like that she was going to ask a little practice walking.

She pulled her knee breeches up, again admiring herself in the big mirror. They were so sheer, they left zero to the imagination. She had a well trimmed, but thick neat Triangulum of dark pubic hair that was still obvious beneath the flimsy gabardine textile. And the bra was identical. They fitted her 36inch DD cupped tits to perfection, but her big cone-shaped nipple were so obviously on appearance, having become so stiff.

Kay bit her bottom lip. 'Hmmm. So sloshed'she thought to herself as she rubbed her nipples absentmindedly through the cloth. ‘ feel at you.'She murmured to herself ‘ screw. You look hot'

The young lady got to her feet 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. furrow all straight, 'Wow. what a view'she thought. 'And what sort of political party would this be ? Some offspring hunks. All properly ripped.'

Her mind wandered.

"Lusting after me as I parade around… ''

Absentmindedly her hand found itself between her wooden leg. Imagining some Young guy rubbing the head of his big stiff shaft between her cunt lips.

Ooooh yeah. Slipping his ray right up ...

KNOCK 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 other paw between her legs, inside her knickers. Her legs straight, but spread wide 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 keep you."Cristel said.

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

"Oh no. Don't stop consonant on my account. Far from it. proceed your bridge player there…"

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

Cristel was now close enough to whisper in her ear.

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

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

"…tonight. Our guests have come to enjoy a exceptional evenings entertainment…"

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

'' ... where you will be the main attraction. You will submit yourself to each man…"

Cristel skilfully managed to slue her finger in succeeding to her own.

"... and in play you will perform for them in whatever way they desire."

As her thumb expertly caressed Kay's loaded 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 sapless at the knees. 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 torso, forcing her cunt onto Cristel's finger. Irene stood behind her straightforward and upright but still massaging between the Danton True Young girls legs.

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

"Aaah. Plea…. Ohhh. More"Kay panted.

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

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

—

Cristel was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. And she'd changed. Irene was wearing a slim fitting black annulus, below the knee length, White River 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 French maids outfit. The annulus was splayed out by the full, frilly underskirt. The cervix production line decorated with more egg white braid frills. But more importantly than that, the neck line was extremely low. Kay's ample cleavage was very practically on display. And the elevation of her bounder made her totter unsteadily, increasing the measure of spring and wobble of her tits. A frilly white hat and white pinafore completed the outfit.

From a minor put over Cristel produced a leather choker and chain. She ordered Kay to sour around, and then fastened the triad around her neck.

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

The hot breathing place on Kay's neck reignited the tingle between her ramification. Cristel pulled the tierce and Kay took a few stair to steady herself.

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

—

A fug of cigar smoke was the first thing Kay noticed. The room was very muted. A assemblage of leather hindquarters and sofas was scattered around. And she realised that it was about 6 or 7 grey haired valet de chambre sat around reading, smoke, drinking or a compounding of all three. Two great smashing Danes lay by the subject flame

‘ 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 notice your name is 'Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir .'” he retorted.

She didn't quite recognize how to answer. But she bit her bottom lip and stared at the level, slightly confused and embarrassed.

"Kay. Sir. Thank you Sir."

She looked up and saw the old man involve a pen out of his top pocket. He scribbled down a note on a small-arm of paper he pulled out of his wallet.

"Come here Lester Willis Young lady. I have something for you."

"Yes sir."she replied.

Quite diminished in stature, he had grey thinning hair. Tweed jacket and dark-brown corduroy pant. A blanched shirt covered a rather large stomach. Not her cup of tea at all. But there she was dressed like every man's fancy 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 draw sure you read it."

She plucked the note out of his deal. A fresh fifty Ezra 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 evening with your mammilla on display.'

On a 50 Cypriot 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 nipple. The frilly neckline perfectly framed her large labored swinging breasts.

She heard diverse lewd comments from around the room.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, Kays was paraded around the room, serving drinkable, offering cigars, and all the while her big tits were on display, swinging heavily as she walked. He did her comfortably to force a smile as they were stared at, groped and fondled whenever they came within orbit of these dirty old deviate. But at the same time the tingling, dull desire just above her cunt wouldn't leave her. And, in the quiet moment, she would abide next to Cristel as Cristel's digit would deftly stoke Kay's desire, caressing her knickers or tweaking her tender nipples.

"I also have a note for you"she heard another vox 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 coffee finger. From your arse.'

She'd been brought to the boundary by her mistress, she'd displayed her heavy swing teat for a room full of grime old men. And now this… Already £100 up, she looked at the plateful in front of her.

She bent over in social movement of him.

Kay lifted her short blackened chick and her frilly french maids underskirt revealing her stocking tops and then her little Andrew Dickson White knickers. She hooked her pollex into the side of meat elastic band and slowly lowered the knickers down until they dropped around her mortise joint. 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 humans. The ache between her legs consumed her.

She reached out and pulled a slenderize chocolate covered biscuit from the mesa. Reaching between her legs she eased the tip of the cooky up her lilliputian slight arse hole.

‘ Sir. Would you like something to eat ?'

She felt his hot breathing space between her impudence. She felt the biscuit alleviation in and out of her. She felt warm lips and clapper on her arse hole.

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

The old man's paw held her bottom nerve spacious 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 eye but could sense a crowd gather around her. She could hear them and their disgusting comments.

"looking at at her. She just can't get adequate of it."“ Just observe her pushing herself on him"“ The dirty bitch 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, 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 face was his walking stick. A knurly old wooden stick. The hold was much like the handgrip of an old sword, it was polished smooth at the pommel, the top eight inches having a pronounced curvature, towards another bulbous lump further down at the hilt, the rest of the marijuana cigarette then tapered directly 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 digit slip down the swerve wooden shaft, his eyes watching her as he did so.

Her eyes widened.

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

Cristel then proceeded to lead Kay ( on all quadruplet ) by the lead, across the floor to a little coffee table. Irene patted the table top."On here. On your back. wooden leg 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 head arched back off the boundary, but she found a sonant leather cushion had been placed to plump for it. With her head tilted back there was't much she could see, but she felt hands pulling her knickers from her second joint to her ankle as her legs were held aloft.

Then Cristel came into eyeshot. She was now almost fully uncase too, apart from her pitch blackness seamed stockings, albumen suspender bang, high heels, long opera mitt and, of track, her monocle.

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

At that import she felt the wooden phallus introduced to the sass of her cunt, gently, very gently, stroking her wetness. The thick shaft 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 ankle joint, her denudate cunt at the perfect distance from Kay's mouth. Kay's lips suckled Cristel's labia, her soft wet natural language pressing against the cushy flesh beneath her button. Gently sucking, rubbing, caressing.

Meanwhile the stick began to work at Kay's cunt. With a little more pressure the promontory 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 mouth and the old man's stick began to establish up a speech 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 athirst bitch.

Kay then felt Cristel's paw moving down her legs. Leaning further forward, Cristel pulled Kay's knees and then her thigh Soon she felt the fond intimation and tongue of her stern schoolmistress gently sucking on her quim.

And as this was happening a Brobdingnagian cock foreland found its way across Kay's horn in friction at Cristel's extremely wet bed hole. In extreme point close up she saw the monster cock head bury itself deep in Cristel's snatch, the gravid grey haired orb brushing her forehead.

A wave of pleasure began to whelm her as the wooden phallus was introduced to her arse.

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

She heard a old man's voice."You heard the young lady. I think we should oblige."And before farseeing she felt a mother fucker uncovering its way between her cunt lips, gently teasing her.

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

But the prick 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 voice say as the prick slipped into her much like a ship being launched down the groin. Slowly at first but speeding up as the length went deeper.

She felt him rubbing against the wooden dildo up her nates. Cristel's glossa expertly caressing her button.

It was all getting a bit much.

But she wouldn't be the offset.

She saw at very tightlipped quartern the cock that was buried late in Irene began to pick up pace. Amidst forte groans the tool withdrew, the balls swirling in the clod sack, the cock flexing and twitching, as time and again the oral sex of the pecker unleashed torrents of cum., splashing Irene's arse and slit kettle of fish, dribbling swinging and cascading onto Kay's face.

"Oh ja… More… more…"she heard Cristel control. And on cue another putz replaced the inaugural. Thicker, scant and more veiny that the starting time, this old cock was soon hammering away, unenviable 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 arse cheeks. And that cock too was soon replaced by another.

But it was to be Cristel's turn succeeding. Kay felt Cristel's legs quiver. She felt the adult female moan loudly, and draw herself up, her twat pulling away from Kay's back talk and onto the thick cock that was fucking her.

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

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

Kay soon found her own legs shaking. Wave upon wave of pleasure was beginning to sweep over her. Her eye 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 control of her sentience, 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 grimace, covering her forehead, running off her nose and across her cheeks. Covering her lips. Covering her pap. Pools of it gathered in the creases of her uniform.

With everyone spent, Crystel leant over and began to lick the boggy mess from Kay's face.

As their rim met they enjoyed a long tarriance kiss, glossa 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 face."I can't wait. ”