We had a cleaning ma'am come to our house every former Fri and she worked about 5 hours cleaning our family. Her function was simple. She would arrive about 7:30 am, being dropped off from a fully sized van that had about 6 other peeress that were driven to various emplacement in our suburban area. She had a key to our family so she let herself in and proceeded to do her job in an orderly manor. She was plain looking and usually wore a white-haired house dress. She had an intermediate bod at about 5 metrical foot 5 inch improbable. She spoke very little English people and understood less. Her age was mid 40's.

At first I ignored her bearing since I was getting ready to go to work out about the same time. I had a pretty soft job schedule, I didn't puncher a time clock and could keep my own time of day. I was discharge to come and go to the office at any time.

One Fri morning I heard her open the face threshold and come in to start her cleaning routine. I had nothing at work scheduled until after dejeuner and having been out the dark before for dinner I thought I'd sleep in and caput for the office staff after tiffin. My wife worked a rule schedule and was off to her job every morning by 8:30. Today was no exception. She rose from bed and began to get fix for work. By 8:25 she said goodbye drove off to her job.

The cleaning Lady was still on the first floor of our house as I got up from our bed on the second floor. I slipped off my pyjama and put on my robe. This is not the farseeing fluffy bathrobe, this is a slight short thin cloth robe that came down to my knees. It was also not big and scantily fit around my waist. So completely bare, wearing only this tenuous robe I strode downstairs to the living elbow room to sit and translate the forenoon paper. The cleansing peeress hardly noticed me because there were time when I didn't leave for study until she was completely done with her work.

As I settled in to a small professorship in our life room and opened the newspaper publisher, I spread my wooden leg open which easily exposed my cock and balls through the open nominal head of my gown. The chairman was facing the kitchen and the cleaning lady was in the kitchen dusting and washing and cleanup. From time to time she would walk from the kitchen to the dining way. When she did this the first meter, her eyes glanced in my direction. What she saw was me, in my gown reading the paper. In gain she saw my legs spread head apart and my putz and clod at rest in good position. She froze in her tracks. I observed her expression from the border of the newspaper I held up so it looked like I was reading the paper and not aware of my divulge nakedness. I was of course aware of it and it gave me rush and feeling that she was looking at my cock and balls she stopped and was staring. I began to have a small-scale erecting which she also noticed. I had a bit of pre-cum dripping out the head word of my cock. She continued her cleaning duties, but would intermit occasionally to observe my partial nudity. This was the first-class honours degree school term and footling became of it as I was just testing the body of water and was looking forward the second academic term with advanced plans.


The next visit of the cleansing lady was two week after the first base one and I was more groom. I had a few plan to run. outset I did the like routine with the paper, sitting in the professorship facing the kitchen, double-dyed naked with a tenuous robe wide-eyed undetermined exposing my shaft and balls. After a few minutes I got up and walked out to the kitchen where she was working. I then let the robe open so I was providing her with a full frontal nudity horizon. I walked around the kitchen getting a glass of succus and piece of pledge all the while providing her with coup d'oeil of dick and balls swinging loosely from my open robe. When it came time for her to go on a higher floor to scavenge the bedrooms, I followed.

Her constant glances at my undetermined robe assured me she was getting a unspoilt view. Whether she enjoyed it or not I don't know. I was enjoying the exposing and flashing. I was occasionally begin to stimulate an hard-on, small but it was noticeable and she was aware of it.

At one head she was cleaning the bathroom and I decided it was prison term to lavish. I took off the robe and wrapped a pocket-sized towel around my waist. This towel was so modest it couldn't hide my putz and balls and I put in on so my ass was also exposed. She was standing on a small throne when I went in to the privy and I made a motion that I wanted to lavish. She looked me up and down and was totally mindful of my almost complete nudity. She left the bathroom and I turned on the shower for a brief moment pretended to shower and then opened the doorway with the towel hanging from my waist making indisputable I was giving her a good view of cock, balls and ass. She indeed looked me over more than once. An erection rose almost immediately.

I decided to resume my mannerism in my flimsy robe on the death chair in the living room. The excitement of the shower picture caused a upright sized erecting which I had to attend to. While the cleaning Lady was in the kitchen I began stroking my turncock and it rose to the occasion. It was interesting because at any moment she could walk into the dining room and see the body process of me stroking my putz. She didn't and shortly I let go with a Brobdingnagian onus and relief from the intimate urgings. This caused me to retire to our on a higher floor bathroom and cleanse up. I decided to dress and direct for the business office. I came down in my suit and tie and walked out to the kitchen. The cleaning lady was a little startled seeing me in my work wearable since recently it had been various glimpse of my tool, balls and ass. I handed her a ten dollar notice, she replied with a thank you for the money in broken English.

Several Fridays later I stretched my photo to the cleaning ma'am. On one occasion we had a new face door installed and that meant new locks and cay. The first off Friday the cleaning dame came I made sure the threshold was open because I knew her key would not act. After she came in and started cleaning and after my wife went to work I went downstairs to the finished cellar where she was vacuuming and presented her with a new key.

The way I presented the key was interesting. This fourth dimension I wore a different robe ( naked underneath of class ) which was longer and more fluffy like a bathroom gown should be. However I opened up the front man of the robe about 8 or 9 inches and exposed my putz and Lucille Ball with full frontal nudity. I was trying to explain the shift in keys so I could get the old key and she could consume the new face doorway key. When I approached her it was obvious that she could now see the full 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 of me and it landed between my fundament. It seems the tradition is Eastern European Union that a woman is somewhat subservient. Therefore when I dropped the key she immediately bent over and went to pick up the key. In so doing her head and eyes passed directly down the front man of my body inches from my stopcock. 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"thing again but when I walked out of the bathroom I accidentally let the towel tumble giving her the first full naked view of my consistency. 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 nude with my pecker and balls swinging as I twirled around. I hesitated as she handed me the towel trying to look abashed but making surely she had a adept retentive view.

This was in the middle of summer and we had the air and dehumidifier running constantly As was my habit after several naked exposures I would retire upstairs to my part and watch porn on my computer. I was dressed only in my tee shirt exposing my cock and balls with an angle that when the cleansing ma'am came up stair she had an unobstructed view ! wellspring I was proud of when she turned the corner coming up the stairs and turned my chair so she would have a fully view of cock and balls. She walked in and said"electrical energy"in broken side. I wasn't sure what she meant but I got up and headed downstairs with her. Again, Eastern European fair sex seem subservient and she followed me down to the basement and she had a full view of my ass as we went down the steps. When we got to the washer I noticed it was not running and the dehumidifier was also not working. I knew that a circuit breaker had tripped because the automatic washer, dryer, and dehumidifier overloaded the circuit. I looked at a loss and got up on the washer completely exposing my stopcock and balls. I then bent over with my ass facing her to give her a view of my undefendable ass and Lucille Ball from behind. I hesitated and then reset the breakers but not before extending my defenseless turncock.

I went back upstairs and jerked a good load off to exempt the sexual tension that had built up. On the way out to work after I dressed I dropped another ten dollar bill on the table and she smiled and thanked me.

The next visit by the cleaning ma'am interested me more than ever. I was trying to cogitate of what new exposure I could come up with. Then it hit me. I put on the same old tee shirt that was little on me that came down to my belly button and to the cranny in my ass and no further. It was the Same one I wore when the circuit circuit breaker needed to be reset. I then put on a pair of underdrawers that were very belittled.
When it was clip for her to get in around 7:30 am I went down and took off the shortstop and was standing by the social movement door naked from the belly button to my feet.
I saw the van pull up across the street and the cleaning lady stepped out of the van walking toward our planetary house. I had combed my pubic haircloth and swung my dead body from side to side so my peter and balls were free. I then turned to the wall in movement of the doorway which contained a wax duration mirror so when she walked in she would accept view of my ass and I would see her in the mirror. I heard the key in the door and as it opened I saw her face in the mirror in front line of me. I then pretended to be startled as I turned and looked directly into her face. She let out a gasp and immediately said"sorry"as if she scared me. I turned to pass on her a replete frontal position of my now throbbing cock and hanging balls. She took the view in and just stood there staring. I turned to commit her another aspect of my ass and then proceeded to take the air up stairs putting on my short pants crawling in bed with my still sleeping wife.

After my wife got up and went to forge I again took off my shorts and headed half naked down the stairs to see the cleansing lady. She was busy in the kitchen so I went there to have a glass of orange juice. We have a minor kitchen so I had to head around her almost touching her but not quite. My cock was growing ever so slightly and she surely noticed. As she continued to cleanse I followed her around making sure she got various views of my nudity. I started to sense the throbbing in my cock and made trusted she noticed it was growing in sizing. It was a sexual thrill to experience she knew that I knew that she knew she was seeing my cock and balls and ass.

I had just recently cleaned the basement of a lot of rubble and still in my half naked tee shirt only garb I went down and directed her to mop the newly cleaned up area. I stood there to supervise and she had the usual wide-cut view of cock and balls and sometimes as I turned to present her my ass. Again my cock began to grow and she was sure to notice its increasing size. I stayed the entire meter until the insistence became too great and I went upstairs to watch more porn and eventually had to buck my swelling cock with a immense pleasurable load.

It wasn't often that I displayed my cock erection to her but one morning I was sitting in the chairwoman in the support room with merely my tee shirt on giving the cleaning lady a full view of my legs spread apart and cock and ball. I was pretending to be reading the newspaper publisher and I felt my peter beginning to grow. I usually didn't want her to see a full erection thinking it might intimidate her but this time I let it go. My cock climbed straight up to my belly button and was at full-of-the-moon tending. About this time she walked into the dining room and stopped abruptly staring at my throbbing member.

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 remote hand held earpiece was but I had removed it and had on the table next to me, pretending to be waiting for a birdcall.

She noticed the phone was gone and asked in soften English - telephone ? I held it up and said me call, pretending to be waiting for a call. I think she was going to shout out her business office. I figured this was enough so I went upstairs watched some porno after a dead saccade session blasted one of the biggest burden in a farsighted clip. I dressed in my causa 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 xx dollar bill and got a nice thank you for the money !

Finally one Fri I stood half naked at the front door at the constitute time ( 7:30 am ) and the door opened. The cleaning ma'am was getting used to the view that greeted her, my short tee shirt not quite down to the cleft in my ass. My naked ass and hammer and nut on showing for her. I gave her a brief show swinging my eubstance so my cock and chunk 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 cull up an envelope on the level giving her a view of my bunghole and ball dangling from behind. Then I put on my shorts and went back to bed with my wife.

My wife left for work at 8:30 and I came down to the kitchen completely raw and I was already aroused with a immobile erection pointed full-strength ahead and at an angle towards the ceiling. I walked right into the kitchen where the cleaning lady was washing smasher. She heard me take the air in and turned and looked at me. She let out a large gasp and straightened up and her eyes fixed on my large throbbing cock. She never took her eyes of off it until I said in a rule voice, safe good morning. I sat down on a stool, legs spread apart erect cock and balls aimed in her direction. I had never been this bold and was n't sure of her reaction. She had never seen my cock as hard, as long, and throbbing as it was this morning. Pre cum was visible and dripping ever so slightly on the kitchen floor.

I motioned her to come over to me, she did, never taking her eyes off of my cock. I had ten ten buck banker's bill in my hand and showed them to her. She looked puzzled when at the same clock time I brought her rightfield hand over to my exaggerated putz. I placed her manus on my erection and wrapped her fingerbreadth around the girth of my penis.

My putz was hot and hard and her bridge player was stale but I felt her fingerbreadth wrap tightly around my erection. She immediately began stroking, almost as if she had done this many clock time before, perhaps she had. She felt the head teacher of my putz as she slid her hand the entire length. She stopped a few times and gave a slight power play when she got to the alkali of my dick.


Her stroke was divine, her rhythm was perfect. She also ran her index finger to the tip of my dick where the pre cum was now flowing. She took some of the pre cum and moistened the nous of my cock. Watching her finger gently massaging the tip of my shaft sent feelings of pleasure throughout my soundbox. I could only conceive of those fingers that were playing with my cock and balls were the cleaning lady whose name I don't even know. As she fondled my Lucille Ball I could see an manifestation of pleasure on her face. My glob must have felt like egg in her hand and her paw started to sense affectionate and sensuous.

At one point I began to thrust my hip joint almost involuntarily as she stroked my cock with an even round. As I was thrusting my hips she stopped stroking and just held my cock as I was now fucking her hired hand. Shortly thereafter I thrust my organic structure forward and held it there and then she continued her stroking. She also took her other hand and felt my ass rubbing both ass cheeks as she stroked. I do n't remember how many cerebrovascular accident it took but the feel built and I approached the edge wanting to cum but wanting her stroking to finale forever. The shaft of my member would ricochet up and down when she occasionally stopped stroking and patted the tip gently and she watched my cock spring 5 or 6 inches and then get back back at a nearly 45 degree angle waiting for her hand to return. She then would again wrap her finger's breadth around my dick and slowly began another series of throw. I could n't hold back my head rolled back and my turncock shuddered as I let out a huge moan and I began to spurt the magnanimous, wide-cut cargo I ever remember. I can't remember the number of spirt of cum I shot but the spasms were unruly. I felt tingling throughout my consistence. The hot load covered her hand and flowed out over the kitchen floor. As I groaned in pleasure her eyes were wide surface viewing the nous of my cock and it's flowing semen. As I was cumming she wrapped her former hand around my musket ball and gently squeezed them. She stopped and gave me a unknown look then looked at her bridge player and the floor and finally back to my deflating tool. She managed a lilliputian grinning and got some newspaper towels cleaning her hired hand, the flooring, and finally my cock. 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 peter and globe and gave them a gentle squeeze with a smiling on her face. I put the hundred dollars in her bridge player and muttered a mumbled thank you.

She put the money in her handbag and continued her cleaning duties while I retired upstairs to lavish and dress for work. Some meter later I went downstairs fully dressed ready to go to sour. I walked through the dining room where she was dusting and smiled, she returned the smile and a brief sayonara and thanks for the money ! I had no thought what the succeeding visit would entail .