Jo had been working at the old folks menage now for over a month. It was her commencement job after college, and at 19 she felt she had already found her vocation.

At beginning she'd been very worried. Not about the body of work so much, but about her uniform. Seamed Negro fully fashioned stockings with inkiness patent high-pitched heels. An old forge blueing nurse dress vie with watch fastened to her chest, whitened apron and a slight White person hat. It seemed terribly old fashioned and she was unsure of the aid it would bring, especially as this was a predominantly all male institution.

But the days had passed and the patients had been lovely. They made her feel very receive and where extremely courteous to her. She caught the odd twain of heart transfixed on her tit every once in a while, but with a 34DD bra size, she was used to that.

In fact care of any sort was hardly a surprise. Jo was 5'6'with thick chestnut hair down to her shoulder, A curvaceous figure, slim shank and a gain vigor bum. Her legs were muscular at the thigh, nice and long with beautifully slim ankle. She had wide doe like eyes a piffling button nozzle and big soft sass. And, of course, a rather magnificent chest.

But today was different.Today was Jo's birthday. She was going out with her swain later that evening and was hoping the day would pass quickly, without incident. She had a spring in her step.

She did her morning round of golf, but then about 11am she was called to the manager's post. She was surprised to find a few members of the staff had arranged a few drink during the break. There was a low patty laid on. She was both surprised and a little delighted. Even a few patient were there.

Very quickly she soon became the inwardness of attention, and every time she looked round of drinks her glass was re charged. And, just turning 20, she wasn't really used to all the alcohol.

She can't remember exactly how it started.

One of the affected role offered her a birthday candy kiss. Innocently of course. But it lingered.

As did the next.

And the arms around the waist.

The odd pat on her backside that rested a little too long.

But she was enjoying herself, the centre of aid. All harmless fun.

The music started. Encouraged to dance, she was led up to a lowly coffee tabular array.

She had her hand held by two old affected role while she gyrated to the cadence of the euphony, elevated above the pocket-size gang. Her pass swimming. Another patient offered her a birthday kiss. She bent forward and the old man held her head. A tenacious soft candy kiss tenacious than she anticipated… and then she felt the tip of his tongue. As she did helping hand stroked the cover of her legs.

The seismic disturbance nearly made her tumble forward.

She managed to free one bridge player then the former, in an attempt to swat away the hands behind her. The hands lifting her dress. the hands stroking her thighs, the helping hand caressing her knickers. Whilst all the time she had her backtalk wrapped round the old man's spit. As she tried to unblock herself from the amative kiss, it was letting the mitt behind her have a free reign.

Involuntarily she felt her wooden leg open air ever so slightly. Soon she was less resistive to the oral fissure on hers.

She felt the zip on her dress slowly eased down.

She had no absolve hands to resist.

Freeing herself from the old man in front of her, she stood just. the music played on. She continued to dance, although now slightly more provocatively. Encouraged by the Wolf tin whistle, she slowly slipped the nurse dress off one shoulder, then the former, her hips provocatively gyrating to the music. Soon her copious cleavage was tempting the rabid crowd in strawman of her. Pulling the dress further down to unwrap her huge ( still bra clad ) tits brought gasps and plenty of lewd comments and cry from the group of men.

The dress dropped to the floor. Hips swaying, she danced wearing just a see through white bra, see through white knickers, white suspenders, black seamed stockings and black richly dog.

hired hand ‘ helped'her down from the board, her eyes transfixed on the number of egotistical cocks she could see in the pant and beneath the dressing gowns.

Hands cupped her tits, and pulled the shoulder strap from her shoulders. Then one of her glorious tit was released and hung there, gently swaying as if in slacken motion. Jo bit her fathom lip. She knew it had gone too far now, there was no stopping what was going to happen next.

Having been helped down from the board, a mitt held her wrist, guiding her thenar to a thick veined turncock she could barely get her hands round. Her heart widened in surprisal. Then the like happened to her other hand.

Fingers hooked inside her knickers and began to pull them down.

A midst but well trimmed bush of darkness hair was now visible to the old men.

Soon the other tit was free. The bra clasp undone.

She softly stroked the stopcock in each hand, occasionally rubbing the palm of her hand across the head, spreading the picture of pre cum over the bulbous head. Her hand quickly passed to former equally gravid and stiff members.

The men crowded round. Her neck was kissed and caressed. Her sass where kissed. Her ears were sucked, tongued and kissed. She felt at least two putz heads brush against her arse buttock. Her tits were also caressed, sucked and groped.

She was almost overcome. these men were old enough to be her grandfather. Those colly old men taking advantage of her young body. So very, very naughty of her.

'The cruddy fucking bastards.'she thought to herself.

That thought made her very wet indeed. Her legs, ever so slightly distribute had fingers kneading her tail end, gently probing the wetness between her leg, stroking those soft inviting lips.

She knew it wouldn't be tenacious before she felt the slipperiness wet head of tool slip between her legs. And then there is was. Hot and slopped, flexing against her bitch lips. She gently leant forward. That movement and the fact she was wearing her high heels meant the peter question found the entrance, and with one gentle thrusting it eased itself inside. Her eyes rolled back in her pass and she let out a low moan.

cheer ran around the room.

The old man behind her was having the clip of her life plunging his thick man-meat in and out of her dripping wet cunt as Jo was bent forward.

Another old man knelt down and got underneath her, his grey stubbly neck arching up like an old tortoise, his sass and natural language working her young wet sex, while 9 inches of pecker pumped like a piston inside her. It was almost too much for the poor girl.

But the old guys decided on a unlike position for her.

Another old guy whipped his dick from beneath his dressing gown and laid down on the level. Jo was lead across and impaled on his vast glistening cock, her big fat boob smothering his old wrinkly aspect. Her stocking clad wooden leg were propagate wide, revealing her soft pinko arse invitingly to the tidal bore crowd.

It was an crack too unspoiled to refuse. Another old man was soon on his stifle offering the mushroom headed pecker up to her off-pink ingenuous little rosebud. One push and his fat member violated the young woman's anus.

Soon the three of them moved in rhythm to the delight of the onlooking gang, turncock in hand, vigorously wanking at the sight in front of them.

Another cock was offered up to Jo's mouth. And another.

With a tingle and an animalistic moan the old man behind her unloaded his testis right up Jo's arse. And, as he did another unloaded over the back of her head word.

As the semi-hard cock withdrew from Jo's arse it was soon replaced by another stiffer, fresh dick, the cum acting as lubricant, enabling easy admission. His grey hairy balls hanging low, banging against her pale skin with every stroke.

Jo's eye's rolled back and she could no longer concentrate on the tool heads around her mouthpiece. Her dead body went into muscle spasm. Her neck arched back as she began to cum. Her shuddering was too much for some of the guy wire and they began to dispatch cum bowed stringed instrument across her pretty short face.

And on it went.

Soon she was covered in the old men's cum.

kindling dripped from her facial expression, her tits and oozed out of her cunt and her arse. All the old men had had a go on her.

When everyone was spent and Jo had cum at least three times she looked a veridical picture.

And acting like real gentlemen the old men helped her clean up and get herself decent.

Later that week, Jo received a promotion and an increased clothing valuation reserve. So no doubt there will be more write up to come ...