We had a cleaning lady come to our household every other Fri and she worked about 5 hours cleaning our house. Her procedure was simple. She would arrive about 7:30 am, being dropped off from a full sized van that had about 6 early ladies that were driven to various locations in our suburban region. She had a key to our house so she let herself in and proceeded to do her chores in an orderly manor. She was plain looking and usually wore a greyness house dress. She had an mediocre figure at about 5 feet 5 inches improbable. She spoke very minuscule English language and understood less. Her age was mid 40's.

At first off I ignored her presence since I was getting cook to go to work about the like time. I had a pretty easy job schedule, I didn't punch a time clock and could keep my own hours. I was free to fall and go to the position at any time.

One Friday morning I heard her open the straw man doorway and come in to start her cleansing act. I had nothing at workplace scheduled until after lunch and having been out the night before for dinner party I thought I'd sleep in and header for the billet after lunch. My wife worked a rule schedule and was off to her job every dawning by 8:30. Today was no exception. She rose from bed and began to get ready for piece of work. By 8:25 she said goodbye drove off to her job.

The cleaning ma'am was still on the first level of our firm as I got up from our bed on the arcsecond story. I slipped off my pajamas and put on my robe. This is not the long fluffy bathrobe, this is a slight short thin cloth gown that came down to my knees. It was also not big and barely fit around my waistline. So completely naked, wearing only this flimsy robe I strode downstairs to the livelihood room to sit and learn the morning composition. The cleaning lady hardly noticed me because there were sentence when I didn't leave for piece of work until she was completely done with her work.

As I settled in to a small chair in our living way and opened the paper, I spread my legs open which easily exposed my stopcock and chunk through the subject front of my robe. The president was facing the kitchen and the cleaning madam was in the kitchen dusting and washing and cleaning. From fourth dimension to time she would walk from the kitchen to the dining room. When she did this the starting time time, her optic glanced in my direction. What she saw was me, in my robe reading the paper. In increase she saw my pegleg spread apart and my cock and bollock at rest in full view. She froze in her tracks. I observed her expression from the edge of the newspaper publisher I held up so it looked like I was reading the paper and not aware of my exposed bareness. I was of trend aware of it and it gave me rush and feeling that she was looking at my tool and balls she stopped and was staring. I began to have got a small erecting which she also noticed. I had a bit of pre-cum dripping out the head of my dick. She continued her cleaning tariff, but would hesitate occasionally to observe my partial nudity. This was the low gear school term and little became of it as I was just testing the waters and was looking forward the second academic term with advanced plans.


The next visit of the cleanup lady was two calendar week after the showtime one and I was more prepared. I had a few plans to execute. number 1 I did the Sami routine with the newspaper, sitting in the chair facing the kitchen, consummate naked with a flimsy robe full open exposing my hammer and balls. After a few hour I got up and walked out to the kitchen where she was working. I then let the gown spread so I was providing her with a full head-on nudity panorama. I walked around the kitchen getting a glass of juice and spell of toast all the piece providing her with glimpse of prick and balls swinging loosely from my opened robe. When it came fourth dimension for her to go upstairs to pick the bedrooms, I followed.

Her never-ending coup d'oeil at my open gown assured me she was getting a upright purview. Whether she enjoyed it or not I don't know. I was enjoying the exposing and flashing. I was occasionally begin to have an hard-on, pocket-size but it was noticeable and she was aware of it.

At one spot she was cleaning the bathroom and I decided it was time to shower down. I took off the robe and wrapped a small-scale towel around my shank. This towel was so minor it couldn't hide my putz and testicle and I put in on so my ass was also exposed. She was standing on a small fecal matter when I went in to the bath and I made a gesture that I wanted to shower. She looked me up and down and was totally aware of my almost double-dyed nakedness. She left the bathroom and I turned on the shower for a abbreviated moment pretended to lavish and then opened the door with the towel hanging from my waist making indisputable I was giving her a safe view of cock, chunk and ass. She indeed looked me over to a greater extent than once. An erection rose almost immediately.

I decided to resume my pose in my unconvincing robe on the chair in the sustenance elbow room. The fervor of the cascade scene caused a good sized erecting which I had to attend to. While the cleansing ma'am was in the kitchen I began stroking my tool and it rose to the occasion. It was interesting because at any second she could walk into the dining room and see the bodily process of me stroking my cock. She didn't and shortly I let go with a huge load and rest from the intimate goading. This caused me to hit the sack to our upstairs bathroom and clean up. I decided to dress and head for the office. I came down in my suit of clothes and tie and walked out to the kitchen. The cleanup dame was a little startled seeing me in my workplace vesture since recently it had been various glances of my cock, musket ball and ass. I handed her a ten dollar bill, she replied with a thank you for the money in broken English.

Several Friday later I stretched my picture to the cleanup dame. On one social function we had a new front door installed and that meant new lock and tonality. The low gear Friday the cleaning lady came I made sure the door was undetermined because I knew her key would not mould. After she came in and started cleansing 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 unlike gown ( raw underneath of course ) which was longsighted and more fluffy like a bathroom robe should be. However I opened up the front of the robe about 8 or 9 column inch and exposed my cock and clod with fully frontal nudity. I was trying to explicate the switch in keys so I could get the old key and she could cause the new front door key. When I approached her it was obvious that she could now see the wide-cut facade nudeness 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 foot. It seems the tradition is Eastern European Union that a adult female 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 center passed directly down the front of my body 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 same sojourn I did the"shower"affair again but when I walked out of the privy I accidentally let the towel declension giving her the offset wax naked sight of my organic structure. 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 nude with my cock 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 ripe long view.

This was in the midriff of summertime and we had the air and dehumidifier running constantly As was my habit after various 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 Lucille Ball with an Angle that when the cleaning lady came up stairs she had an unobstructed horizon ! Well I was pleased when she turned the box coming up the stairs and turned my chair so she would ingest a good view of cock and balls. She walked in and said"electricity"in breach English language. I wasn't sure what she meant but I got up and headed downstairs with her. Again, Eastern European cleaning woman seem subservient and she followed me down to the basement and she had a full position of my ass as we went down the stair. When we got to the washing machine I noticed it was not running and the dehumidifier was also not working. I knew that a lap breakers had tripped because the washer, dryer, and dehumidifier overloaded the racing circuit. I looked puzzled and got up on the automatic washer completely exposing my cock and ball. 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 breaker but not before extending my naked shaft.

I went back upstairs and jerked a good burden off to assuage the sexual tension that had built up. On the way out to work after I dressed I dropped another ten dollar mark posting on the tabular array and she smiled and thanked me.

The next sojourn by the cleanup Lady interested me more than ever. I was trying to mean of what new exposure I could come 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 button and to the pass in my ass and no further. It was the like one I wore when the circuit ledgeman needed to be reset. I then put on a pair of short pants that were very modest.
When it was prison term for her to arrive around 7:30 am I went down and took off the short and was standing by the front door naked from the belly button to my feet.
I saw the van pull up across the street and the cleaning ma'am stepped out of the van walking toward our theatre. I had combed my pubic whisker and swung my consistency from side to side so my cock and orb were free. I then turned to the bulwark in front of the room access 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 face in the mirror in front of me. I then pretended to be startled as I turned and looked directly into her face. She let out a pant and immediately said"good-for-nothing"as if she scared me. I turned to generate her a full facade sentiment of my now throbbing hammer and hanging glob. She took the view in and just stood there staring. I turned to give her another sight of my ass and then proceeded to take the air up stairs putting on my shortstop crawling in bed with my still sleeping wife.

After my wife got up and went to turn I again took off my short circuit 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 tree juice. We have a pocket-sized kitchen so I had to operate around her almost touching her but not quite. My cock was growing ever so slightly and she surely noticed. As she continued to houseclean I followed her around making sure she got several views of my nakedness. I started to feel the throbbing in my cock and made sure she noticed it was growing in size. It was a sexual shudder to get it on she knew that I knew that she knew she was seeing my cock and glob and ass.

I had just recently cleaned the basement of a lot of debris and still in my half defenseless tee shirt only dress I went down and directed her to mop the newly cleaned up expanse. I stood there to supervise and she had the common full position of stopcock and balls and sometimes as I turned to usher her my ass. Again my peter began to raise and she was surely to notice its increasing sizing. I stayed the entire clip until the press became too great and I went upstairs to observe more pornography and eventually had to buck my swelling dick with a Brobdingnagian gratifying load.

It wasn't often that I displayed my putz erection to her but one aurora I was sitting in the electric chair in the life room with lonesome my tee shirt on giving the cleaning Lady a full view of my wooden leg spread apart and dick and bollock. I was pretending to be reading the report and I felt my cock beginning to farm. I usually didn't want her to see a wide erection thinking it might intimidate her but this time I let it go. My cock climbed straight up to my belly clitoris and was at full attention. 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 phone was but I had removed it and had on the table succeeding to me, pretending to be waiting for a call.

She noticed the sound was gone and asked in broken English language - telephony ? I held it up and said me call, pretending to be waiting for a call. I think she was going to call off her office. I figured this was enough so I went upstairs watched some porn after a short jerking session blasted one of the biggest lading in a foresightful time. 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 case and said no. I handed her a twenty dollar card and got a dainty thank you for the money !

Finally one Friday I stood half naked at the front door at the appointed time ( 7:30 am ) and the door opened. The cleaning noblewoman was getting used to the view that greeted her, my short tee shirt not quite down to the crack in my ass. My bare ass and putz and balls on exhibit for her. I gave her a brief appearance swinging my physical structure so my prick and balls would be swaying for her thought. Almost immediately I started to get an hard-on 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 view of my asshole and balls dangling from behind. Then I put on my shorts and went back to bed with my wife.

My married woman left for piece of work at 8:30 and I came down to the kitchen completely naked and I was already aroused with a steadfastly erecting pointed heterosexual ahead and at an angle towards the ceiling. I walked right into the kitchen where the cleaning lady was washing looker. She heard me walk 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 optic of off it until I said in a rule vocalism, good morning. I sat down on a stool, legs bedcover apart erect cock and orb aimed in her commission. I had never been this sheer and was n't surely of her reaction. She had never seen my peter as hard, as long, and throbbing as it was this sunrise. Pre cum was seeable 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 dollar peak in my hand and showed them to her. She looked puzzled when at the Lapplander metre I brought her right paw over to my enlarged hammer. I placed her hand on my hard-on and wrapped her fingers around the cinch of my penis.

My peter was hot and severely and her helping hand was cold but I felt her finger's breadth wrap tightly around my erection. She immediately began stroking, almost as if she had done this many prison term before, perhaps she had. She felt the school principal of my dick as she slid her hand the total length. She stopped a few times and gave a little hug when she got to the al-Qaida of my dick.


Her stroking was divine, her beat was utter. 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 mind of my prick. Watching her finger gently massaging the tip of my cock sent feelings of pleasance throughout my body. I could only think of those finger that were playing with my rooster and balls were the cleaning peeress whose name I don't even know. As she fondled my balls I could see an verbal expression of pleasance on her nerve. My balls must have felt like testis in her hand and her hand started to feel warm and sensuous.

At one point I began to thrust my coxa almost involuntarily as she stroked my pecker with an even rhythm method. As I was thrusting my hips she stopped stroking and just held my cock as I was now fucking her hand. Shortly thereafter I thrust my body forward and held it there and then she continued her stroke. She also took her other hired hand and felt my ass rubbing both ass cheeks as she stroked. I do n't remember how many chance event it took but the feeling built and I approached the edge wanting to cum but wanting her stroking to terminal forever. The ray of light of my penis would bounce up and down when she occasionally stopped stroking and patted the tip gently and she watched my rooster bounce 5 or 6 column inch and then conciliate back at a nearly 45 degree Angle waiting for her hand to return. She then would again wrap up her finger's breadth around my dick and slowly began another series of strokes. I could n't hold in back my promontory rolled back and my cock shuddered as I let out a huge groan and I began to gush the largest, fullest encumbrance I ever remember. I can't remember the number of spurt of cum I shot but the spasms were unmanageable. I felt tingling throughout my organic structure. The hot incumbrance covered her hand and flowed out over the kitchen trading floor. As I groaned in pleasure her centre were wide-eyed open viewing the head of my rooster and it's flowing semen. As I was cumming she wrapped her early handwriting around my orb and gently squeezed them. She stopped and gave me a strange aspect then looked at her handwriting and the floor and finally back to my deflating cock. She managed a piddling smile and got some paper towels cleaning her manus, the floor, and finally my rooster. Gently she wiped the head of my stopcock until it was almost dry but still oozing some fluid. She then reached over and catch my tool and balls and gave them a patrician squeeze with a smiling on her boldness. I put the hundred dollars in her manus and muttered a mumbled thank you.

She put the money in her pocketbook and continued her cleaning duties while I retired upstairs to shower down and habilitate for work. Some time later I went downstairs fully dressed ready to go to work. I walked through the dining elbow room where she was dusting and smiled, she returned the smile and a brief good day and thanks for the money ! I had no theme what the next visit would entail .