We had a cleanup lady come to our house every former Friday and she worked about 5 hours cleaning our house. Her routine was simple. She would go far about 7:30 am, being dropped off from a full sized van that had about 6 other gentlewoman that were driven to various position in our suburban country. She had a key to our nursing home so she let herself in and proceeded to do her chores in an hospital attendant manor. She was apparently looking and usually wore a gray house apparel. She had an medium physical body at about 5 metrical unit 5 column inch grandiloquent. She spoke very piddling English and understood less. Her age was mid 40's.

At initiative I ignored her mien since I was getting prepare to go to turn about the Saame time. I had a pretty easy job docket, I didn't punch a clip clock and could hold back my own hours. I was free to get and go to the billet at any time.

One Friday morning I heard her spread the front room access and come in to set off her cleaning routine. I had goose egg at work scheduled until after lunch and having been out the night before for dinner party I thought I'd sleep in and head for the office after tiffin. My wife worked a normal schedule and was off to her job every morning by 8:30. Today was no exception. She rose from bed and began to get ready for work. By 8:25 she said cheerio drove off to her job.

The cleaning lady was still on the starting time trading floor of our planetary 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 long fluffy bathrobe, this is a tenuous little thin material robe that came down to my human knee. It was also not big and barely fit around my waist. So completely raw, wearing only this slight robe I strode downstairs to the living room to sit and read the morning paper. The cleaning lady hardly noticed me because there were fourth dimension when I didn't leave for work until she was completely done with her work.

As I settled in to a small chair in our living room and opened the paper, I spread my legs open which easily exposed my cock and balls through the undefendable front end of my robe. The chair was facing the kitchen and the cleanup lady was in the kitchen dusting and washables and cleaning. From time to time she would walk from the kitchen to the dining room. When she did this the initiative metre, her eyes glanced in my counsel. What she saw was me, in my robe reading the paper. In addition she saw my peg spread apart and my pecker and globe at rest in to the full view. She froze in her cut. I observed her saying from the bound of the report I held up so it looked like I was reading the newspaper and not aware of my unwrap bleakness. I was of course aware of it and it gave me rush and feeling that she was looking at my peter and balls she stopped and was staring. I began to have a minuscule erecting which she also noticed. I had a bit of pre-cum dripping out the head of my cock. She continued her cleaning obligation, but would pause occasionally to watch over my partial nudeness. This was the maiden session and lilliputian became of it as I was just testing the waters and was looking forward the second gear session with advanced plans.


The future sojourn of the cleaning lady was two weeks after the first one and I was more prepared. I had a few plans to execute. kickoff I did the like bit with the paper, sitting in the hot seat facing the kitchen, stark naked with a thin robe astray open exposing my cock and clump. After a few minutes I got up and walked out to the kitchen where she was working. I then let the robe loose so I was providing her with a full-of-the-moon frontage nudity view. I walked around the kitchen getting a glass of succus and piece of pledge all the while providing her with coup d'oeil of rooster and balls swinging loosely from my open up robe. When it came clip for her to go upstairs to clean the bedchamber, I followed.

Her perpetual glances at my open robe assured me she was getting a good survey. Whether she enjoyed it or not I don't know. I was enjoying the exposing and flash. I was occasionally begin to birth an erection, small but it was obtrusive and she was cognisant of it.

At one point she was cleaning the bathroom and I decided it was clip to shower. I took off the robe and wrapped a small towel around my waistline. This towel was so small it couldn't hide my stopcock and orchis and I put in on so my ass was also exposed. She was standing on a small throne when I went in to the john 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 nakedness. She left the bathroom and I turned on the exhibitor for a brief moment pretended to shower down and then opened the door with the towel hanging from my waistline making certainly I was giving her a dependable thought of stopcock, testicle and ass. She indeed looked me over more than once. An erection rose almost immediately.

I decided to resume my pose in my flimsy gown on the hot seat in the aliveness way. The fervour of the exhibitor conniption caused a good sized erection which I had to attend to. While the cleanup lady was in the kitchen I began stroking my cock and it rose to the occasion. It was interesting because at any bit she could walk into the dining elbow room and see the activity of me stroking my cock. She didn't and shortly I let go with a immense lode and fill-in from the sexual urgings. This caused me to retire to our upstairs toilet and clean house up. I decided to dress and head for the situation. I came down in my wooing 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 glances of my turncock, balls and ass. I handed her a ten dollar bill, she replied with a thank you for the money in bring out English.

Several Fridays later I stretched my exposure to the cleansing lady. On one function we had a new front door installed and that meant new locks and Florida key. The first Friday the cleaning lady came I made certainly the door was open because I knew her key would not put to work. 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 sentence I wore a different robe ( naked underneath of course ) which was foresighted and more fluffy like a bathroom robe should be. However I opened up the strawman of the robe about 8 or 9 inch and exposed my cock and balls with full frontal nudeness. I was trying to explicate the switch in Florida key so I could get the old key and she could receive the new front door key. When I approached her it was obvious that she could now see the full frontal nudity and my cock and balls. She looked up and down and stopped and fixed her eyes directly on my putz Then as I got closer she smiled and as I explained the key switching I"accidentally"dropped the new key directly in front of me and it landed between my groundwork. It seems the tradition is Eastern EC that a woman is somewhat slavish. Therefore when I dropped the key she immediately bent over and went to blame up the key. In so doing her point and eyes passed directly down the battlefront of my organic structure inches from my cock. 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 Lapplander visit I did the"shower bath"thing again but when I walked out of the bathroom I accidentally let the towel fall giving her the low gear full defenseless view of my body. The first 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 peter and balls swinging as I twirled around. I hesitated as she handed me the towel trying to look block but making sure she had a beneficial foresightful view.

This was in the centre of summer and we had the air and dehumidifier running constantly As was my habit after various naked exposures I would retire upstairs to my position and watch porn on my calculator. I was dressed only in my tee shirt exposing my stopcock and balls with an angle that when the cleaning lady came up stairs she had an unobstructed view ! wellspring I was please when she turned the corner coming up the stairs and turned my chair so she would have a full sight of pecker and balls. She walked in and said"electricity"in broken side. 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 replete opinion 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 breaker had tripped because the automatic washer, dryer, and dehumidifier overloaded the circle. I looked puzzled and got up on the washer completely exposing my cock and clump. I then bent over with my ass facing her to fall in her a view of my undecided ass and nut from behind. I hesitated and then reset the breaker but not before extending my naked dick.

I went back upstairs and jerked a good load off to alleviate the sexual tenseness 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 think of what new photo I could come up with. Then it hit me. I put on the same old tee shirt that was belittled on me that came down to my belly clitoris and to the fracture in my ass and no further. It was the same one I wore when the circuit breaker needed to be reset. I then put on a distich of shorts that were very small.
When it was clip for her to arrive around 7:30 am I went down and took off the shorts and was standing by the front threshold naked from the belly push to my foundation.
I saw the van pull up across the street and the cleaning lady stepped out of the van walking toward our theater. I had combed my pubic haircloth and swung my consistency from incline to side so my turncock and testis were free. I then turned to the rampart in front man of the door which contained a good length mirror so when she walked in she would stimulate eyeshot 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 fount in the mirror in nominal head of me. I then pretended to be startled as I turned and looked directly into her cheek. She let out a gasp and immediately said"lamentable"as if she scared me. I turned to give her a full frontal scene of my now throbbing dick and hanging ball. She took the prospect in and just stood there staring. I turned to render her another view of my ass and then proceeded to walk up step putting on my boxershorts crawling in bed with my still sleeping wife.

After my wife got up and went to work I again took off my shorts and headed half naked down the stairs to see the cleaning lady. She was officious in the kitchen so I went there to consume a glass of Orange River juice. We have a small kitchen so I had to maneuver around her almost touching her but not quite. My dick was growing ever so slightly and she surely noticed. As she continued to cleanse I followed her around making sure she got several views of my bareness. I started to palpate the throbbing in my cock and made sure she noticed it was growing in size. It was a sexual thrill to have it off she knew that I knew that she knew she was seeing my stopcock and testis and ass.

I had just recently cleaned the cellar of a lot of dust and still in my half defenseless tee shirt only garb I went down and directed her to mop the newly cleaned up area. I stood there to oversee and she had the usual full phase of the moon eyeshot of cock and bollock and sometimes as I turned to show her my ass. Again my cock began to grow and she was sure to mark its increasing sizing. I stayed the entire meter until the pressing became too cracking and I went upstairs to watch Thomas More porn and eventually had to jerk my swelling peter with a vast pleasurable load.

It wasn't often that I displayed my cocks erecting to her but one break of the day I was sitting in the chair in the living way with only my tee shirt on giving the cleaning lady a full-of-the-moon view of my branch spread apart and turncock and egg. I was pretending to be reading the paper and I felt my shaft beginning to grow. I usually didn't want her to see a full moon erection thinking it might intimidate her but this time I let it go. My pecker climbed straight up to my belly button and was at full attention. About this time she walked into the dining room and stopped abruptly staring at my throbbing extremity.

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

She noticed the phone was gone and asked in burst English - telephone ? I held it up and said me call, pretending to be waiting for a call option. I think she was going to hollo her office. I figured this was enough so I went upstairs watched some porn after a short jerking sitting blasted one of the bad slews in a long clock time. I dressed in my case 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 case and said no. I handed her a twenty dollar bill greenback and got a squeamish thank you for the money !

Finally one Friday I stood half naked at the front man door at the appointed fourth dimension ( 7:30 am ) and the door opened. The cleansing noblewoman was getting used to the scene that greeted her, my scant tee shirt not quite down to the fissure in my ass. My au naturel ass and cock and balls on display for her. I gave her a brief appearance swinging my consistence so my pecker and globe would be swaying for her panorama. Almost immediately I started to get an hard-on which became obvious to her. I bent over with my ass facing her simulation to peck up an envelope on the floor giving her a view of my asshole and clod dangling from behind. Then I put on my short pants and went back to bed with my wife.

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 unfluctuating erection pointed heterosexual ahead and at an angle towards the cap. 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 boastfully gasp and straightened up and her eyes fixed on my great throbbing prick. She never took her eyes of off it until I said in a normal representative, respectable sunup. I sat down on a stool, legs ranch apart erect rooster and balls aimed in her charge. 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 issue forth over to me, she did, never taking her optic off of my cock. I had ten ten dollar notice in my hand and showed them to her. She looked puzzled when at the Lapp clip I brought her rightfield hired hand over to my enlarged stopcock. I placed her hand on my erection and wrapped her fingers around the cinch of my member.

My prick was hot and surd and her paw 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 time before, perhaps she had. She felt the nous of my dick as she slid her bridge player the entire duration. She stopped a few prison term and gave a slim squeeze when she got to the base of my dick.


Her stroking was Maker, her rhythm was unadulterated. She also ran her index finger's breadth to the tip of my dick where the pre cum was now flowing. She took some of the pre cum and moistened the head of my tool. Watching her finger gently massaging the tip of my cock sent feelings of pleasure throughout my body. I could only retrieve of those fingerbreadth that were playing with my tool and orchis were the cleaning Lady whose name I don't even know. As she fondled my formal I could see an construction of pleasure on her brass. My ballock must have felt like eggs in her hand and her paw started to feel warm and sensuous.

At one stage I began to shove my hip almost involuntarily as she stroked my cock with an even calendar method of birth control. As I was thrusting my hips she stopped stroking and just held my turncock as I was now fucking her mitt. Shortly thereafter I thrust my torso 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 call up how many strokes it took but the feeling built and I approached the bound wanting to cum but wanting her stroke to last forever. The pecker of my penis would reverberate up and down when she occasionally stopped stroking and patted the tip gently and she watched my cock bounce 5 or 6 in and then finalize back at a nearly 45 arcdegree Angle waiting for her hand to reelect. She then would again wrap her fingers around my dick and slowly began another serial of strokes. I could n't hold back my pass rolled back and my cock shuddered as I let out a immense groan and I began to spirt the largest, fullest load I ever remember. I can't commemorate the number of spurts of cum I shot but the spasms were uncontrollable. I felt tingling throughout my consistence. The hot load covered her hired man and flowed out over the kitchen floor. As I groaned in pleasure her heart were wide open viewing the forefront of my dick and it's flowing semen. As I was cumming she wrapped her former script around my musket ball and gently squeezed them. She stopped and gave me a unusual look then looked at her hand and the level and finally back to my deflating tool. She managed a little smile and got some paper towels cleaning her helping hand, the base, and finally my cock. Gently she wiped the chief of my cock until it was almost dry but still oozing some fluid. She then reached over and catch my cock and glob and gave them a conciliate liquidity crisis with a grinning on her expression. I put the hundred dollars in her hand and muttered a mumbled thank you.

She put the money in her purse and continued her cleaning duties while I retired upstairs to shower and line up for work. Some time later I went downstairs fully dressed ready to go to crop. I walked through the dining room where she was dusting and smiled, she returned the smile and a brief goodbye and thanks for the money ! I had no idea what the next visit would implicate .