We had a cleaning lady come to our firm every other Friday and she worked about 5 hours cleaning our house. Her routine was simple. She would arrive about 7:30 am, being dropped off from a full sized van that had about 6 former lady that were driven to various locating in our suburban domain. She had a key to our home so she let herself in and proceeded to do her chore in an hospital attendant manor house. She was plain looking and usually wore a gray house dress. She had an average out figure at about 5 human foot 5 in improbable. She spoke very piddling English and understood less. Her age was mid 40's.

At number one I ignored her bearing since I was getting ready to go to work about the same time. I had a pretty easy job docket, I didn't punch a fourth dimension clock and could keep on my own hr. I was free to come and go to the office at any time.

One Friday morning I heard her spread the front door and come in to commence her cleaning number. I had nothing at workplace scheduled until after dejeuner and having been out the dark before for dinner party I thought I'd sleep in and head for the office after luncheon. My married woman worked a normal agenda and was off to her job every dawn by 8:30. Today was no elision. She rose from bed and began to get make for work. By 8:25 she said goodbye drove off to her job.

The cleaning peeress was still on the maiden floor of our house as I got up from our bed on the bit floor. I slipped off my jammies and put on my gown. This is not the long fluffy bathrobe, this is a flimsy forgetful thin cloth gown that came down to my knees. It was also not big and scarcely fit around my waist. So completely nude, wearing only this onionskin robe I strode downstairs to the support room to sit and read the morning paper. The cleaning lady hardly noticed me because there were times when I didn't leave for work until she was completely done with her work.

As I settled in to a small death chair in our living elbow room and opened the paper, I spread my branch open which easily exposed my cock and bollock through the open strawman of my robe. The chair was facing the kitchen and the cleaning gentlewoman was in the kitchen dusting and washing and cleaning. From time to time she would take the air from the kitchen to the dining way. When she did this the first of all time, her eyes glanced in my direction. What she saw was me, in my gown reading the composition. In addition she saw my pegleg open apart and my cock and balls at rest in full view. She froze in her rail. I observed her verbal expression from the edge of the paper I held up so it looked like I was reading the theme and not aware of my uncovered desolation. I was of course aware of it and it gave me upsurge and touch sensation that she was looking at my cock and balls she stopped and was staring. I began to have a small hard-on which she also noticed. I had a bit of pre-cum dripping out the head of my cock. She continued her cleaning duties, but would pause occasionally to observe my partial nakedness. This was the foremost session and footling became of it as I was just testing the body of water and was looking forward the second session with promote plans.


The next sojourn of the cleanup lady was two weeks after the first one and I was more prepared. I had a few plans to execute. first base I did the like act with the newspaper publisher, sitting in the chair facing the kitchen, stark naked with a flimsy robe spacious open exposing my cock and glob. After a few minutes I got up and walked out to the kitchen where she was working. I then let the robe undecided so I was providing her with a wax frontal nudity perspective. I walked around the kitchen getting a glass of juice and man of toast all the while providing her with glances of pecker and clump swinging loosely from my open robe. When it came time for her to go upstairs to clean the bedrooms, I followed.

Her constant quantity glimpse at my outdoors robe assured me she was getting a upright view. Whether she enjoyed it or not I don't know. I was enjoying the exposing and flashing. I was occasionally begin to ingest an erection, minor but it was detectable and she was cognizant of it.

At one point she was cleaning the lav and I decided it was time to shower. I took off the robe and wrapped a small towel around my waist. This towel was so small it couldn't hide my cock and balls and I put in on so my ass was also exposed. She was standing on a minuscule pot when I went in to the bathroom and I made a motion that I wanted to shower down. She looked me up and down and was totally aware of my almost complete bleakness. She left the lav and I turned on the exhibitioner for a brief bit pretended to shower down and then opened the door with the towel hanging from my waist making sure I was giving her a full view of shaft, testis and ass. She indeed looked me over more than once. An erection rose almost immediately.

I decided to resume my airs in my unconvincing robe on the chair in the living room. The excitement of the shower bath scene caused a honest sized hard-on which I had to attend to. While the cleaning madam was in the kitchen I began stroking my putz and it rose to the affair. It was interesting because at any consequence she could walk into the dining elbow room and see the activity of me stroking my turncock. She didn't and shortly I let go with a huge load and relief from the sexual urgings. This caused me to retire to our on a higher floor bathroom and clean up. I decided to dress and head for the office. I came down in my suit and tie and walked out to the kitchen. The cleaning lady was a little galvanize seeing me in my work vesture since recently it had been various glances of my cock, testicle and ass. I handed her a ten dollar bill, she replied with a thank you for the money in broken English.

Several Fridays later I stretched my photograph to the cleaning lady. On one juncture we had a new front door installed and that meant new ringlet and Francis Scott Key. The first of all Friday the cleaning lady came I made sure the threshold was candid because I knew her key would not exploit. After she came in and started cleaning and after my wife went to work I went downstairs to the finished basement where she was vacuuming and presented her with a new key.

The way I presented the key was interesting. This clock time I wore a different gown ( raw underneath of course ) which was longsighted and more fluffy like a john robe should be. However I opened up the front end of the robe about 8 or 9 inches and exposed my putz and globe with total frontal nakedness. I was trying to explicate the switch in paint so I could get the old key and she could have the new nominal head door key. When I approached her it was obvious that she could now see the good frontal nudeness and my cock and balls. She looked up and down and stopped and fixed her eyes directly on my cock Then as I got closer she smiled and as I explained the key substitution I"accidentally"dropped the new key directly in front man of me and it landed between my animal foot. It seems the tradition is Eastern Common Market that a cleaning woman is somewhat implemental. Therefore when I dropped the key she immediately bent over and went to break up up the key. In so doing her head and eyes passed directly down the front of my physical structure in from my turncock. I know she was looking as she bent over. She then stood up and smiled holding the new key and handing over the old key.

During the same visit I did the"shower bath"thing again but when I walked out of the lav I accidentally let the towel spill giving her the first broad raw purview of my soundbox. The starting time thing she saw was my ass because she was standing behind me. The towel landed behind me and she picked it up and handed it to me as I swung around completely raw with my cock and musket ball swinging as I twirled around. I hesitated as she handed me the towel trying to await embarrassed but making sure she had a good longsighted perspective.

This was in the midsection of summertime and we had the air and dehumidifier running constantly As was my habit after several naked vulnerability I would retire upstairs to my agency and watch porn on my information processing system. I was dressed only in my tee shirt exposing my shaft and balls with an angle that when the cleaning ma'am came up stair she had an unobstructed view ! wellspring I was pleased when she turned the corner coming up the stairs and turned my chair so she would have a full view of cock and orb. She walked in and said"electricity"in broken English. I wasn't sure what she meant but I got up and headed downstairs with her. Again, Eastern European women seem subservient and she followed me down to the cellar and she had a good view of my ass as we went down the stairs. When we got to the washer I noticed it was not running and the dehumidifier was also not working. I knew that a circuit ledgeman had tripped because the washing machine, dryer, and dehumidifier overloaded the circle. I looked amaze and got up on the washing machine completely exposing my putz and balls. I then bent over with my ass facing her to fall in her a view of my open ass and balls from behind. I hesitated and then readjust the breaker but not before extending my au naturel cock.

I went back upstairs and jerked a adept loading off to salvage the sexual tension that had built up. On the way out to work after I dressed I dropped another ten dollar bill on the tabular array and she smiled and thanked me.

The adjacent sojourn by the cleaning lady interested me more than ever. I was trying to consider of what new photo I could follow up with. Then it hit me. I put on the Sami old tee shirt that was humble on me that came down to my belly button and to the crack in my ass and no further. It was the same one I wore when the electric circuit breaker needed to be reset. I then put on a duad of shorts that were very small.
When it was prison term for her to get in around 7:30 am I went down and took off the shorts and was standing by the front room access naked from the belly button to my invertebrate foot.
I saw the van pull up across the street and the cleaning lady stepped out of the van walking toward our theatre. I had combed my pubic hair and swung my body from side of meat to side so my prick and balls were release. I then turned to the bulwark in front line of the room access which contained a replete length mirror so when she walked in she would have view of my ass and I would see her in the mirror. I heard the key in the doorway and as it opened I saw her face in the mirror in forepart of me. I then pretended to be startled as I turned and looked directly into her case. She let out a gasp and immediately said"sorry"as if she scared me. I turned to commit her a entire facade view of my now throbbing cock and hanging balls. She took the view in and just stood there staring. I turned to sacrifice her another view of my ass and then proceeded to take the air up step putting on my shorts crawling in bed with my still sleeping wife.

After my wife got up and went to crop I again took off my shorts and headed one-half naked down the stairs to see the cleansing lady. She was officious in the kitchen so I went there to have a glass of Orange juice. We have a minor kitchen so I had to maneuver around her almost touching her but not quite. My cock was growing ever so slightly and she surely noticed. As she continued to clean I followed her around making certain she got several view of my nakedness. I started to experience the throbbing in my stopcock and made sure she noticed it was growing in size. It was a sexual flush to fuck she knew that I knew that she knew she was seeing my putz and balls and ass.

I had just recently cleaned the basement of a lot of detritus and still in my half naked tee shirt only garb I went down and directed her to mop the newly cleaned up domain. I stood there to supervise and she had the usual entire opinion of tool and orchis and sometimes as I turned to evince her my ass. Again my prick began to originate and she was sure to notice its increasing sizing. I stayed the integral time until the pressure became too great and I went upstairs to watch more smut and eventually had to buck my swelling hammer with a vast gratifying load.

It wasn't often that I displayed my dick erecting to her but one morn I was sitting in the professorship in the bread and butter room with only my tee shirt on giving the cleaning lady a full aspect of my leg spread apart and cock and balls. I was pretending to be reading the paper and I felt my peter beginning to farm. I usually didn't want her to see a full erection thinking it might intimidate her but this metre I let it go. My cock climbed straight up to my belly clit and was at broad care. About this time she walked into the dining room and stopped abruptly staring at my throbbing phallus.

I noticed some pre-cum slowly oozing out of the tip of my dick, she noticed it also. She turned to the kitchen where the removed handwriting held sound was but I had removed it and had on the table next to me, pretending to be waiting for a call.

She noticed the sound was gone and asked in broken English - telephone ? I held it up and said me call, pretending to be waiting for a call. I think she was going to address her berth. I figured this was enough so I went upstairs watched some porn after a unawares jerk session blasted one of the biggest loads in a hanker clip. I dressed in my suit and tie, went downstairs ( I still had the phone ) and walked to the kitchen and offered her the phone. She looked me up and down at my well tailored suit and said no. I handed her a twenty dollar bill and got a nice thank you for the money !

Finally one Friday I stood half naked at the front doorway at the charge prison term ( 7:30 am ) and the door opened. The cleaning lady was getting used to the view that greeted her, my short tee shirt not quite down to the offer in my ass. My au naturel ass and cock and musket ball on show for her. I gave her a brief show swinging my body so my turncock and testis would be swaying for her view. Almost immediately I started to get an erection which became obvious to her. I bent over with my ass facing her pretending to pick up an envelope on the flooring giving her a purview of my SOB and nut dangling from behind. Then I put on my shorts and went back to bed with my married woman.

My married woman left for work at 8:30 and I came down to the kitchen completely naked and I was already aroused with a business firm erection pointed consecutive ahead and at an angle towards the roof. I walked right into the kitchen where the cleaning madam was washing dishes. She heard me walk in and turned and looked at me. She let out a prominent gasp and straightened up and her eyes fixed on my large throbbing rooster. She never took her oculus of off it until I said in a rule vocalization, well aurora. I sat down on a crapper, legs spread apart erect peter and Lucille Ball aimed in her direction. I had never been this bold and was n't surely of her reaction. She had never seen my cock as hard, as long, and throbbing as it was this dawning. Pre cum was visible and dripping ever so slightly on the kitchen floor.

I motioned her to amount over to me, she did, never taking her eyes off of my rooster. I had ten ten dollar sign vizor in my hand and showed them to her. She looked puzzled when at the same meter I brought her the right way hand over to my expand cock. I placed her hand on my erecting and wrapped her fingers around the girth of my penis.

My peter was hot and backbreaking and her hand was cold but I felt her fingers wrap tightly around my hard-on. She immediately began stroking, almost as if she had done this many sentence before, perhaps she had. She felt the headway of my dick as she slid her hand the total distance. She stopped a few times and gave a slight squeezing when she got to the root of my dick.


Her stroking was divine, her rhythm method of birth control was perfect. She also ran her index finger to the tip of my hawkshaw where the pre cum was now flowing. She took some of the pre cum and moistened the head of my prick. Watching her finger gently massaging the tip of my peter sent intuitive feeling of pleasance throughout my body. I could only conceive of those fingers that were playing with my rooster and testicle were the cleanup lady whose figure I don't even know. As she fondled my Ball I could see an construction of pleasance on her cheek. My clump must have felt like nut in her hand and her hired man started to experience warm and sensuous.

At one point I began to stuff my rosehip almost involuntarily as she stroked my cock with an even rhythm. As I was thrusting my pelvic arch she stopped stroking and just held my dick as I was now fucking her hand. Shortly thereafter I thrust my body forward and held it there and then she continued her stroking. She also took her other helping hand and felt my ass rubbing both ass cheeks as she stroked. I do n't think how many throw it took but the feeling built and I approached the edge wanting to cum but wanting her stroking to survive forever. The diaphysis of my penis would bounce up and down when she occasionally stopped stroking and patted the tip gently and she watched my cock bounce 5 or 6 column inch and then settle back at a nearly 45 degree Angle waiting for her bridge player to return. She then would again wrap her fingers around my dick and slowly began another series of stroke. I could n't control back my head teacher rolled back and my pecker shuddered as I let out a huge groan and I began to forge the orotund, fullest freight I ever remember. I can't call back the number of spurts of cum I shot but the spasms were uncontrollable. I felt tingling throughout my body. The hot load covered her hand and flowed out over the kitchen floor. As I groaned in pleasure her eyes were wide open viewing the head of my cock and it's flowing come. As I was cumming she wrapped her other hand around my formal and gently squeezed them. She stopped and gave me a strange look then looked at her mitt and the trading floor and finally back to my deflating cock. She managed a little smile and got some paper towels cleaning her mitt, the story, and finally my shaft. Gently she wiped the head of my cock until it was almost dry but still oozing some fluid. She then reached over and grabbed my cock and balls and gave them a gentle hug with a grin on her face. I put the hundred dollar in her hand and muttered a mumbled thank you.

She put the money in her purse and continued her cleaning obligation while I retired upstairs to shower and dress for body of work. Some time later I went downstairs fully dressed ready to go to act upon. I walked through the dining room where she was dusting and smiled, she returned the smiling and a brief goodbye and thanks for the money ! I had no idea what the next sojourn would imply .