We had a cleaning lady come to our mansion every early Fri and she worked about 5 hours cleaning our house. Her routine was elementary. She would arrive about 7:30 am, being dropped off from a broad sized van that had about 6 former ladies that were driven to various position in our suburban area. She had a key to our home so she let herself in and proceeded to do her chore in an orderly manor. She was unembellished looking and usually wore a gray house dress. She had an ordinary figure at about 5 base 5 inches tall. She spoke very small English and understood less. Her age was mid 40's.

At low gear I ignored her comportment since I was getting ready to go to wreak about the same sentence. I had a moderately promiscuous job schedule, I didn't clout a sentence clock and could keep my own hours. I was free to descend and go to the office at any time.

One Friday morning I heard her open the face room access and come in to get her cleaning procedure. I had nothing at work scheduled until after lunch and having been out the Nox before for dinner I thought I'd slumber in and straits for the office after lunch. My wife 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 cook for work. By 8:25 she said goodbye drove off to her job.

The cleansing dame was still on the first trading floor of our house as I got up from our bed on the minute floor. I slipped off my pajamas and put on my robe. This is not the long fluffy bathrobe, this is a flimsy poor thin cloth gown that came down to my knee joint. It was also not big and hardly fit around my waist. So completely naked, wearing only this flimsy robe I strode downstairs to the living room to sit and read the morning newspaper publisher. The cleansing ma'am hardly noticed me because there were meter when I didn't leave for work until she was completely done with her work.

As I settled in to a diminished chair in our living way and opened the paper, I spread my legs open which easily exposed my putz and balls through the unresolved social movement of my robe. The chair was facing the kitchen and the cleaning lady was in the kitchen dusting and washing and cleaning. From fourth dimension to fourth dimension she would take the air from the kitchen to the dining room. When she did this the first fourth dimension, her eyes glanced in my focusing. What she saw was me, in my robe reading the newspaper publisher. In plus she saw my stage circulate apart and my cock and balls at rest in wide perspective. She froze in her course. I observed her expression from the edge of the theme I held up so it looked like I was reading the paper and not cognizant of my exposed openness. I was of line aware of it and it gave me rush and tone that she was looking at my pecker and balls she stopped and was staring. I began to have a small erection which she also noticed. I had a bit of pre-cum dripping out the head of my prick. She continued her cleaning tariff, but would intermit occasionally to observe my partial nudeness. This was the offset session and little became of it as I was just testing the weewee and was looking forward the second academic session with advanced plans.


The next visit of the cleaning lady was two calendar week after the first one and I was more prepared. I had a few program to run. outset I did the same routine with the newspaper, sitting in the professorship facing the kitchen, stark naked with a unconvincing gown full undefended exposing my cock and clump. After a few hour 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 wide-cut facade nudeness view. I walked around the kitchen getting a glass of juice and musical composition of toast all the spell providing her with glances of cock and ballock swinging loosely from my unfold gown. When it came time for her to go upstairs to strip the sleeping room, I followed.

Her unvarying glance at my outdoors robe assured me she was getting a ripe view. 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, small but it was detectable and she was cognizant of it.

At one point she was cleaning the bathroom and I decided it was sentence to lavish. I took off the robe and wrapped a lowly towel around my shank. This towel was so small it couldn't shroud my cock and glob and I put in on so my ass was also exposed. She was standing on a small stool when I went in to the privy and I made a motion that I wanted to shower. She looked me up and down and was totally aware of my almost unadulterated nudity. She left the john and I turned on the shower for a legal brief moment pretended to shower and then opened the door with the towel hanging from my waist making indisputable I was giving her a honest view of cock, balls and ass. She indeed looked me over more than once. An erection rose almost immediately.

I decided to resume my pose in my flimsy robe on the hot seat in the living room. The excitement of the shower fit caused a good sized erection which I had to wait on to. While the cleanup lady was in the kitchen I began stroking my cock and it rose to the function. It was interesting because at any second she could take the air into the dining way and see the action of me stroking my shaft. She didn't and shortly I let go with a vast load and relief from the sexual urgings. This caused me to retire to our upstairs bathroom and cleanse up. I decided to dress and head for the authority. I came down in my courting and tie and walked out to the kitchen. The cleansing peeress was a little startled seeing me in my piece of work clothing since recently it had been respective glimpse of my tool, balls and ass. I handed her a ten dollar sign bill, she replied with a thank you for the money in broken English.

Several Friday later I stretched my exposure to the cleaning dame. On one occasion we had a new battlefront door installed and that meant new ignition lock and keys. The number 1 Friday the cleaning dame came I made sure enough the room access was open because I knew her key would not do work. After she came in and started cleaning and after my married woman 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 time I wore a different robe ( raw underneath of course ) which was thirster and more fluffy like a lavatory robe should be. However I opened up the strawman of the robe about 8 or 9 inches and exposed my cock and balls with to the full frontal nudity. I was trying to explain the switch in keys so I could get the old key and she could have the new strawman door key. When I approached her it was obvious that she could now see the entire frontal nudeness and my hammer and glob. 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 feet. It seems the custom is Eastern European Economic Community that a charwoman 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 eyes passed directly down the front end of my consistency inches from my dick. 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"exhibitioner"matter again but when I walked out of the lavatory I accidentally let the towel fall giving her the first full nude purview of my consistency. The world-class affair 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 prick and balls swinging as I twirled around. I hesitated as she handed me the towel trying to calculate embarrassed but making sure she had a honest retentive view.

This was in the middle of summer and we had the air and dehumidifier running constantly As was my substance abuse after respective naked exposures I would retire upstairs to my berth and watch porn on my information processing system. I was dressed only in my tee shirt exposing my cock and balls with an angle that when the cleanup noblewoman came up stairs she had an unobstructed view ! well I was pleased when she turned the quoin coming up the stairs and turned my chair so she would stimulate a good view of tool and glob. She walked in and said"electricity"in busted English. I wasn't sure what she meant but I got up and headed downstairs with her. Again, Eastern European char seem subservient and she followed me down to the basement and she had a full view of my ass as we went down the stair. When we got to the washer I noticed it was not running and the dehumidifier was also not working. I knew that a circuit breakers had tripped because the washer, drier, and dehumidifier overloaded the circuit. I looked gravel and got up on the washing machine completely exposing my peter and Lucille Ball. I then bent over with my ass facing her to gift her a persuasion of my open ass and balls from behind. I hesitated and then reset the ledgeman but not before extending my naked putz.

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

The next visit by the cleaning noblewoman 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 small-scale on me that came down to my belly push and to the crack cocaine in my ass and no further. It was the same one I wore when the electrical circuit breaker needed to be reset. I then put on a duo of shorts that were very small.
When it was prison term for her to arrive around 7:30 am I went down and took off the shorts and was standing by the front door naked from the belly button to my fundament.
I saw the van pull up across the street and the cleansing lady stepped out of the van walking toward our family. I had combed my pubic whisker and swung my body from side to side so my tool and balls were give up. I then turned to the wall in nominal head of the door which contained a full length mirror so when she walked in she would have got 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 human face in the mirror in presence 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 break her a full frontal thought of my now throbbing prick and hanging Lucille Ball. She took the view in and just stood there staring. I turned to establish her another survey of my ass and then proceeded to walk up stairs putting on my short crawling in bed with my still sleeping wife.

After my wife got up and went to bring I again took off my short and headed one-half naked down the step to see the cleaning dame. She was busy in the kitchen so I went there to have a glass of orange juice. We have a small-scale 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 clean 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 as shooting she noticed it was growing in size. It was a sexual thrill to know she knew that I knew that she knew she was seeing my cock and balls and ass.

I had just recently cleaned the cellar of a lot of junk and still in my one-half naked tee shirt only garb I went down and directed her to mop the newly cleaned up surface area. I stood there to oversee and she had the usual total view of putz and Ball and sometimes as I turned to show her my ass. Again my rooster began to grow and she was sure to notice its increasing size. I stayed the entire fourth dimension until the insistence became too gravid and I went upstairs to watch more porn and eventually had to jerk my swelling prick with a huge gratifying load.

It wasn't often that I displayed my cocks erection to her but one morning I was sitting in the death chair in the living room with only when my tee shirt on giving the cleaning lady a wax view of my wooden leg spread apart and cock and Ball. I was pretending to be reading the paper and I felt my cock beginning to originate. I usually didn't want her to see a full hard-on thinking it might intimidate her but this time I let it go. My cock climbed straight up to my belly button and was at wide-cut aid. About this time she walked into the dining way and stopped abruptly staring at my throbbing appendage.

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 distant hand held sound was but I had removed it and had on the table side by side to me, pretending to be waiting for a margin call.

She noticed the telephone set was gone and asked in burst English - telephone ? I held it up and said me margin call, pretending to be waiting for a call. I think she was going to forebode her business office. I figured this was enough so I went upstairs watched some porno after a short jolt session blasted one of the magnanimous incumbrance in a prospicient clip. I dressed in my suit of clothes 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 placard and got a skillful thank you for the money !

Finally one Fri I stood half naked at the front door at the appointed time ( 7:30 am ) and the room access opened. The cleaning madam was getting used to the view that greeted her, my short tee shirt not quite down to the crack in my ass. My naked ass and cock and balls on display for her. I gave her a brief show swinging my body so my cock and balls 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 floor giving her a view of my son of a bitch and egg 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 au naturel and I was already aroused with a stiff hard-on pointed heterosexual ahead and at an angle towards the ceiling. I walked right into the kitchen where the cleansing lady was washing mantrap. 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 eyes of off it until I said in a normal voice, good first light. I sat down on a stool, legs diffuse apart erect cock and balls aimed in her counseling. I had never been this bold and was n't sure as shooting of her chemical reaction. She had never seen my cock as hard, as long, and throbbing as it was this morning time. 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 rooster. I had ten ten dollar flyer in my hand and showed them to her. She looked puzzled when at the Lapp time I brought her right field hand over to my expatiate cock. I placed her hand on my erection and wrapped her fingers around the girth of my phallus.

My cock was hot and hard and her helping hand was coldness but I felt her fingers wrap tightly around my hard-on. She immediately began stroking, almost as if she had done this many times before, perhaps she had. She felt the chief of my dick as she slid her helping hand the entire length. She stopped a few times and gave a slight squeeze when she got to the cornerstone of my dick.


Her stroking was Maker, her calendar method was perfective tense. She also ran her exponent finger to the tip of my dick where the pre cum was now flowing. She took some of the pre cum and moistened the head teacher of my peter. Watching her finger gently massaging the tip of my dick sent feelings of joy throughout my consistency. I could only believe of those fingers that were playing with my tool and ballock were the cleanup madam whose public figure I don't even know. As she fondled my clod I could see an facial expression of pleasure on her face. My egg must stimulate felt like egg in her manus and her hand started to sense fond and sensuous.

At one point I began to hurtle my pelvic girdle almost involuntarily as she stroked my cock with an even rhythm. 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 man and felt my ass rubbing both ass boldness as she stroked. I do n't call up how many strokes it took but the flavor built and I approached the edge wanting to cum but wanting her stroking to last forever. The gibe of my penis would resile up and down when she occasionally stopped stroking and patted the tip gently and she watched my turncock bounce 5 or 6 column inch and then settle back at a nearly 45 degree Angle waiting for her hand to return. She then would again wrap her finger around my cock and slowly began another serial publication of solidus. I could n't have back my head rolled back and my cock shuddered as I let out a huge groan and I began to spurt the largest, fullest load I ever remember. I can't call up the number of spurts of cum I shot but the spasms were unruly. I felt tingling throughout my body. The hot load covered her hand and flowed out over the kitchen base. As I groaned in pleasure her oculus were widely open viewing the header of my cock and it's flowing semen. As I was cumming she wrapped her early hand around my balls and gently squeezed them. She stopped and gave me a unusual flavor then looked at her hand and the trading floor and finally back to my deflating cock. She managed a minuscule smile and got some paper towels cleaning her hand, the flooring, and finally my cock. Gently she wiped the forefront of my pecker until it was almost dry but still oozing some fluid. She then reached over and grabbed my prick and balls and gave them a pacify liquidity crisis with a smiling on her face. I put the hundred one dollar bill in her hand and muttered a mumbled thank you.

She put the money in her purse and continued her clean house duties while I retired upstairs to shower and habilitate for work. Some sentence 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 abbreviated goodbye and thanks for the money ! I had no musical theme what the future sojourn would mean .