We had a cleaning madam come to our planetary house every early Fri and she worked about 5 time of day cleaning our planetary house. Her bit was simple. She would go far about 7:30 am, being dropped off from a wide-cut sized van that had about 6 other noblewoman that were driven to assorted locations in our suburban area. She had a key to our home so she let herself in and proceeded to do her chores in an orderly manor house. She was unmistakable looking and usually wore a gray house dress. She had an average image at about 5 feet 5 inches tall. She spoke very picayune English and understood less. Her age was mid 40's.

At initiatory I ignored her front since I was getting ready to go to put to work about the Sami time. I had a passably easy job schedule, I didn't slug a time clock and could keep my own minute. I was free to come and go to the office at any time.

One Friday cockcrow I heard her open the strawman door and come in to start her cleaning routine. I had nothing at employment scheduled until after lunch and having been out the night before for dinner I thought I'd sleep in and point for the office after lunch. My married woman worked a normal docket 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 goodbye drove off to her job.

The cleansing dame was still on the starting time story of our theater as I got up from our bed on the second floor. I slipped off my jammies 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 human knee. It was also not big and barely fit around my shank. So completely naked, wearing only this flimsy robe I strode downstairs to the living room to sit and learn the aurora theme. The cleaning Lady hardly noticed me because there were fourth dimension when I didn't leave for piece of work until she was completely done with her work.

As I settled in to a pocket-size chair in our bread and butter room and opened the paper, I spread my branch open which easily exposed my pecker and balls through the open front of my gown. The chairwoman was facing the kitchen and the cleansing lady was in the kitchen dusting and washing and cleaning. From time to clip she would take the air from the kitchen to the dining room. When she did this the first prison term, her eyes glanced in my focus. What she saw was me, in my robe reading the newspaper. In addition she saw my branch open apart and my cock and balls at rest in good view. She froze in her lead. I observed her expression from the edge of the paper I held up so it looked like I was reading the composition and not aware of my exposed nakedness. I was of course aware of it and it gave me charge and notion that she was looking at my putz and balls she stopped and was staring. I began to let a small erection which she also noticed. I had a bit of pre-cum dripping out the brain of my hammer. She continued her cleaning duties, but would pause occasionally to take note my partial nudeness. This was the number one sitting and trivial became of it as I was just testing the waters and was looking forward the second seance with pull ahead plans.


The next visit of the cleaning lady was two weeks after the start one and I was more educate. I had a few architectural plan to carry out. first-class honours degree I did the same routine with the newspaper, sitting in the electric chair facing the kitchen, barren naked with a flimsy robe broad open exposing my cock and balls. After a few minutes I got up and walked out to the kitchen where she was working. I then let the gown open so I was providing her with a full moon frontal nudity position. I walked around the kitchen getting a glass of juice and opus of toast all the spell providing her with glances of cock and glob swinging loosely from my undetermined robe. When it came time for her to go upstairs to clean the sleeping room, I followed.

Her constant glimpse at my open robe assured me she was getting a well sight. Whether she enjoyed it or not I don't know. I was enjoying the exposing and flashing. I was occasionally begin to induce an erection, small but it was noticeable and she was mindful of it.

At one stage she was cleaning the lavatory and I decided it was time to shower. I took off the robe and wrapped a minuscule towel around my waist. This towel was so minor it couldn't hide my cock and balls and I put in on so my ass was also exposed. She was standing on a lowly can when I went in to the bathroom and I made a gesture that I wanted to shower. She looked me up and down and was totally aware of my almost all over nakedness. She left the lavatory and I turned on the shower for a brief moment pretended to shower and then opened the door with the towel hanging from my waist making sure I was giving her a trade good scene of tool, formal 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 chair in the living room. The exhilaration of the lavish view caused a good sized erection which I had to wait on to. While the cleaning lady was in the kitchen I began stroking my cock and it rose to the affair. It was interesting because at any moment she could take the air into the dining room and see the action of me stroking my dick. She didn't and shortly I let go with a huge incumbrance and alleviation from the sexual urgings. This caused me to retire to our on a higher floor bathroom and cleanse up. I decided to dress and guide for the office. I came down in my wooing and tie and walked out to the kitchen. The cleaning Lady was a little jump seeing me in my piece of work wearable since recently it had been various glance of my hammer, balls and ass. I handed her a ten dollar bill, she replied with a thank you for the money in damp English.

Several Friday later I stretched my photo to the cleaning lady. On one occasion we had a new movement door installed and that meant new locks and keys. The initiatory Friday the cleaning lady came I made trusted the door was open because I knew her key would not work. After she came in and started cleaning and after my wife went to mold 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 time I wore a different robe ( raw underneath of course ) which was longer and more fluffy like a bathroom gown should be. However I opened up the front of the robe about 8 or 9 in and exposed my rooster and ball with full frontlet nudeness. I was trying to explain the switch in keys so I could get the old key and she could have the new front door key. When I approached her it was obvious that she could now see the full frontal nudity and my shaft 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 switch I"accidentally"dropped the new key directly in front of me and it landed between my metrical foot. It seems the tradition is Eastern Europe that a woman is somewhat submissive. Therefore when I dropped the key she immediately bent over and went to pick up the key. In so doing her head and oculus passed directly down the front of my torso 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"thing again but when I walked out of the bath I accidentally let the towel fall giving her the first full naked view of my body. The firstly 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 naked with my dick and balls swinging as I twirled around. I hesitated as she handed me the towel trying to look embarrassed but making sure she had a good long sight.

This was in the middle of summer and we had the air and dehumidifier running constantly As was my substance abuse after several naked exposures I would sack out upstairs to my role 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 cleaning lady came up stairs she had an unobstructed view ! Well I was proud of when she turned the corner coming up the steps and turned my hot seat so she would have a full view of cock and balls. She walked in and said"electrical energy"in crushed 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 basement and she had a full survey 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 tour breaker had tripped because the washing machine, dryer, and dehumidifier overloaded the circuit. I looked puzzled and got up on the washer completely exposing my prick and clump. I then bent over with my ass facing her to give her a view of my open ass and balls from behind. I hesitated and then reset the surf but not before extending my raw cock.

I went back upstairs and jerked a upright warhead off to relieve the sexual tension that had built up. On the way out to wreak after I dressed I dropped another ten dollar bill billhook on the mesa and she smiled and thanked me.

The next sojourn by the cleaning lady interested me more than ever. I was trying to think of what new picture I could hail up with. Then it hit me. I put on the same old tee shirt that was small on me that came down to my belly clit and to the crack in my ass and no further. It was the same one I wore when the racing circuit circuit breaker needed to be reset. I then put on a pair of boxershorts that were very small.
When it was metre for her to arrive around 7:30 am I went down and took off the shorts and was standing by the breast room access naked from the belly release to my feet.
I saw the van pull up across the street and the cleaning lady stepped out of the van walking toward our house. I had combed my pubic hair and swung my body from side to side so my cock and testis were gratis. I then turned to the paries in front man of the door which contained a full distance 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 door and as it opened I saw her aspect in the mirror in front man of me. I then pretended to be startled as I turned and looked directly into her expression. She let out a pant and immediately said"sorry"as if she scared me. I turned to give her a full frontal view of my now throbbing putz and hanging balls. She took the eyeshot in and just stood there staring. I turned to throw her another position of my ass and then proceeded to walk up step putting on my shorts crawling in bed with my still sleeping wife.

After my married woman got up and went to work I again took off my shortstop and headed half naked down the stairs to see the cleaning madam. She was busy in the kitchen so I went there to have a glass of Orange juice. We have a small 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 pick I followed her around making for certain she got several views of my openness. I started to feel the pounding in my stopcock and made sure she noticed it was growing in size. It was a sexual thrill to make love she knew that I knew that she knew she was seeing my turncock and clump and ass.

I had just recently cleaned the basement of a lot of debris 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 total horizon of putz and balls and sometimes as I turned to show her my ass. Again my dick began to rise and she was indisputable to notice its increasing size. I stayed the intact time until the atmospheric pressure became too great and I went upstairs to watch Sir Thomas More porn and eventually had to jerk my swelling cock with a huge pleasurable load.

It wasn't often that I displayed my cocks erection to her but one daybreak I was sitting in the chair in the animation room with lonesome my tee shirt on giving the cleaning lady a to the full view of my stage spread apart and stopcock and balls. I was pretending to be reading the theme and I felt my rooster beginning to grow. I usually didn't want her to see a full erection thinking it might restrain her but this prison term I let it go. My cock climbed straight up to my belly clit and was at good attending. About this metre 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 tool, she noticed it also. She turned to the kitchen where the remote script held phone was but I had removed it and had on the board next to me, pretending to be waiting for a call option.

She noticed the phone was gone and asked in die English - telephone ? I held it up and said me call, pretending to be waiting for a birdsong. I think she was going to predict her office. I figured this was enough so I went upstairs watched some porn after a short-circuit jerking academic session blasted one of the biggest tons in a long prison term. I dressed in my suit and tie, went downstairs ( I still had the headphone ) and walked to the kitchen and offered her the earphone. She looked me up and down at my well tailored case and said no. I handed her a twenty dollar bill dollar bill and got a nice thank you for the money !

Finally one Friday I stood half naked at the front line room access at the appointed metre ( 7:30 am ) and the threshold opened. The cleaning peeress was getting used to the vista that greeted her, my unforesightful tee shirt not quite down to the cranny in my ass. My naked ass and cock and formal on video display for her. I gave her a brief appearance swinging my body so my cock and egg 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 pretence to pick up an gasbag on the floor giving her a eyeshot of my mother fucker and balls dangling from behind. Then I put on my shorts 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 firm erection pointed heterosexual person ahead and at an angle towards the ceiling. I walked right into the kitchen where the cleaning noblewoman was washing smasher. She heard me take the air in and turned and looked at me. She let out a big gasp and straightened up and her heart fixed on my gravid throbbing cock. She never took her eyes of off it until I said in a convention voice, good sunup. I sat down on a stool, legs propagate apart erect cock and balls aimed in her focal point. I had never been this bold and was n't sure of her chemical reaction. She had never seen my tool as laborious, 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 total over to me, she did, never taking her eyes off of my shaft. I had ten ten dollar invoice in my hand and showed them to her. She looked puzzled when at the like time I brought her right deal over to my enlarged dick. I placed her hand on my erection and wrapped her fingers around the girth of my penis.

My shaft was hot and hard and her hired man was frigid but I felt her finger wrap tightly around my erecting. She immediately began stroking, almost as if she had done this many prison term before, perhaps she had. She felt the head word of my peter as she slid her bridge player the entire length. She stopped a few times and gave a slight liquidity crisis when she got to the stem of my dick.


Her stroke was divine, her rhythm was consummate. She also ran her index digit 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 cock. Watching her finger gently massaging the tip of my cock sent flavor of pleasure throughout my body. I could only imagine of those digit that were playing with my cock and balls were the cleaning ma'am whose name I don't even know. As she fondled my Lucille Ball I could see an aspect of joy on her face. My balls must have felt like orchis in her paw and her hand started to feel warm and sensuous.

At one point I began to push up my hips almost involuntarily as she stroked my cock with an even cycle. As I was thrusting my hips she stopped stroking and just held my cock as I was now fucking her mitt. Shortly thereafter I thrust my body forward and held it there and then she continued her stroking. She also took her other hand and felt my ass rubbing both ass cheek as she stroked. I do n't think back how many stroke it took but the feeling built and I approached the edge wanting to cum but wanting her stroke to last forever. The shaft of my penis would jounce up and down when she occasionally stopped stroking and patted the tip gently and she watched my cock saltation 5 or 6 inches and then settle back at a nearly 45 degree angle waiting for her hand to hark back. She then would again wrap her finger's breadth around my cock and slowly began another series of cerebrovascular accident. I could n't hold back my head rolled back and my peter shuddered as I let out a immense moan and I began to spirt the largest, fullest load I ever remember. I can't remember the identification number of spurts of cum I shot but the muscle spasm were ungovernable. I felt tingling throughout my body. The hot onus covered her hand and flowed out over the kitchen trading floor. As I groaned in delight her optic were across-the-board open viewing the brain of my cock and it's flowing cum. As I was cumming she wrapped her other hand around my balls and gently squeezed them. She stopped and gave me a strange aspect then looked at her hired man and the floor and finally back to my deflating putz. She managed a picayune smile and got some newspaper towels cleaning her bridge player, the floor, and finally my shaft. Gently she wiped the head teacher of my cock until it was almost dry but still oozing some fluid. She then reached over and grab my shaft and ball and gave them a aristocratic liquidity crisis with a grin on her look. I put the hundred dollar sign in her script and muttered a mumbled thank you.

She put the money in her purse and continued her pick tariff while I retired upstairs to shower down and garb for workplace. Some time later I went downstairs fully dressed ready to go to ferment. I walked through the dining room where she was dusting and smiled, she returned the smile and a legal brief adieu and thanks for the money ! I had no idea what the next visit would entail .