We had a cleaning lady come to our house every other Friday and she worked about 5 minute cleaning our house. Her routine was simple. She would arrive about 7:30 am, being dropped off from a replete sized van that had about 6 other ladies that were driven to various placement in our suburban area. She had a key to our home base so she let herself in and proceeded to do her chore in an orderly manor house. She was unmistakable looking and usually wore a gray house garb. She had an fair figure at about 5 metrical foot 5 inches tall. She spoke very picayune English and understood less. Her age was mid 40's.

At starting time I ignored her comportment since I was getting gear up to go to work about the same time. I had a pretty gentle job agenda, I didn't punch a fourth dimension clock and could keep my own hours. I was free to come and go to the office at any time.

One Friday sunup I heard her give the presence door and come in to start her cleanup modus operandi. I had nothing at work scheduled until after luncheon and having been out the dark before for dinner I thought I'd rest in and headland for the agency after lunch. My wife worked a normal schedule and was off to her job every forenoon by 8:30. Today was no exception. She rose from bed and began to get gear up for piece of work. By 8:25 she said goodbye drove off to her job.

The cleaning peeress was still on the first floor of our house as I got up from our bed on the second floor. I slipped off my pajamas and put on my robe. This is not the long fluffy bathrobe, this is a flimsy short thin cloth robe that came down to my knees. It was also not big and just fit around my waistline. So completely bare, wearing only this flimsy robe I strode downstairs to the keep elbow room to sit and read the morning paper. The cleaning lady hardly noticed me because there were time 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 keep room and opened the paper, I spread my legs open which easily exposed my cock and balls through the spread out front of my robe. The chair was facing the kitchen and the cleaning noblewoman was in the kitchen dusting and washing and cleansing. From meter to sentence she would take the air from the kitchen to the dining room. When she did this the first sentence, her eyes glanced in my direction. What she saw was me, in my robe reading the paper. In increase she saw my wooden leg paste apart and my putz and musket ball at rest in good opinion. She froze in her tracks. I observed her aspect from the bound of the paper I held up so it looked like I was reading the paper and not aware of my exposed nakedness. I was of line 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 of my cock. She continued her cleaning duties, but would break occasionally to discover my overtone nudity. This was the first session and picayune became of it as I was just testing the waters and was looking forward the arcsecond session with advanced plans.


The following visit of the cleaning lady was two weeks after the firstly one and I was more prepared. I had a few programme to execute. First I did the same routine with the newspaper, sitting in the president facing the kitchen, gross naked with a thin robe wide of the mark open up exposing my putz and balls. After a few second 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 frontal nudity view. I walked around the kitchen getting a meth of juice and art object of goner all the while providing her with glance of cock and balls swinging loosely from my surface robe. When it came time for her to go upstairs to cleanse the bedchamber, I followed.

Her constant glances at my open up gown assured me she was getting a upright panorama. Whether she enjoyed it or not I don't know. I was enjoying the exposing and flash. I was occasionally begin to have an hard-on, humble but it was obtrusive and she was aware of it.

At one stage she was cleaning the bathroom and I decided it was metre to shower. I took off the robe and wrapped a small towel around my shank. This towel was so small it couldn't hide my stopcock and testicle and I put in on so my ass was also exposed. She was standing on a small toilet when I went in to the privy and I made a gesture that I wanted to shower. She looked me up and down and was totally aware of my almost complete nakedness. She left the john and I turned on the shower for a brief moment pretended to shower down and then opened the door with the towel hanging from my waist making certainly I was giving her a effective aspect 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 chair in the living room. The upheaval of the shower bath vista caused a good sized erecting which I had to attend to. While the cleansing dame was in the kitchen I began stroking my cock and it rose to the occasion. It was interesting because at any moment she could walk into the dining room and see the activity of me stroking my cock. She didn't and shortly I let go with a Brobdingnagian loading and relief from the sexual goading. This caused me to retire to our upstairs bathroom and clean up. I decided to crop and manoeuver for the office. I came down in my suit of clothes and tie and walked out to the kitchen. The cleaning lady was a little startled seeing me in my work clothing since recently it had been various glance of my stopcock, Lucille Ball and ass. I handed her a ten dollar bill neb, she replied with a thank you for the money in broken English.

Several Friday later I stretched my exposure to the cleaning madam. On one function we had a new face doorway installed and that meant new locks and key. The number one 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 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 fourth dimension I wore a different robe ( naked underneath of course ) which was retentive and more fluffy like a bathroom robe should be. However I opened up the strawman of the robe about 8 or 9 column inch and exposed my turncock and lump with full frontlet nakedness. I was trying to explicate the switch in winder so I could get the old key and she could throw the new face threshold key. When I approached her it was obvious that she could now see the full frontlet nudeness and my shaft and balls. She looked up and down and stopped and fixed her eye directly on my shaft Then as I got closer she smiled and as I explained the key shift I"accidentally"dropped the new key directly in front man of me and it landed between my groundwork. It seems the tradition is Eastern Europe that a char 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 heart passed directly down the front of my body in 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 visit I did the"cascade"matter again but when I walked out of the can I accidentally let the towel fall giving her the first full naked thought of my body. The first matter 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 tool 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 in effect tenacious view.

This was in the centre of summer and we had the air and dehumidifier running constantly As was my habit after several naked photograph I would retire upstairs to my business office and watch porn on my figurer. I was dressed only in my tee shirt exposing my cock and balls with an angle that when the cleanup lady came up stairs she had an unobstructed panorama ! wellspring I was please when she turned the recess coming up the stair and turned my death chair so she would have a full view of peter and lump. She walked in and said"electrical energy"in crushed 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 basement and she had a total view 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 surf had tripped because the washer, dryer, and dehumidifier overloaded the tour. I looked stupefy and got up on the washer completely exposing my cock and balls. 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 readjust the breaker but not before extending my naked cock.

I went back on a higher floor and jerked a good encumbrance off to relieve the sexual tension that had built up. On the way out to work after I dressed I dropped another ten dollar bill on the mesa and she smiled and thanked me.

The next visit by the cleanup lady interested me more than ever. I was trying to recall of what new exposure I could number 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 gap 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 brace of shorts that were very small.
When it was clock time for her to arrive around 7:30 am I went down and took off the underdrawers and was standing by the forepart door naked from the belly button to my feet.
I saw the van pull up across the street and the cleaning peeress stepped out of the van walking toward our house. I had combed my pubic hair and swung my body from position to side so my cock and balls were release. I then turned to the wall in front man of the room access which contained a full duration mirror so when she walked in she would have 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 face in the mirror in forepart of me. I then pretended to be startled as I turned and looked directly into her facial expression. She let out a pant and immediately said"sorry"as if she scared me. I turned to give her a to the full head-on view of my now throbbing peter and hanging balls. She took the panorama in and just stood there staring. I turned to give her another survey 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 short pants and headed one-half naked down the stairs to see the cleaning lady. She was busy in the kitchen so I went there to ingest a glass of orange juice. We have a small 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 clean I followed her around making sure she got several sentiment of my nudeness. I started to feel the throb in my peter and made sure she noticed it was growing in sizing. It was a intimate thrill to have it off she knew that I knew that she knew she was seeing my cock and clump and ass.

I had just recently cleaned the basement of a lot of junk and still in my half bare tee shirt only dress I went down and directed her to mop the newly cleaned up domain. I stood there to supervise and she had the usual full moon position of turncock and nut and sometimes as I turned to usher her my ass. Again my pecker began to grow and she was certainly to notice its increasing size. I stayed the entire time until the pressure sensation became too great and I went upstairs to see more pornography and eventually had to jerk my swelling cock with a huge pleasurable load.

It wasn't often that I displayed my cock erection to her but one aurora I was sitting in the chair in the living way with only my tee shirt on giving the cleanup gentlewoman a full view of my legs spread apart and cock and balls. I was pretending to be reading the paper and I felt my cock beginning to grow. I usually didn't want her to see a broad erection thinking it might intimidate her but this clock time I let it go. My cock climbed straight up to my belly push and was at full tending. About this clip she walked into the dining elbow room and stopped abruptly staring at my throbbing phallus.

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

She noticed the earphone was gone and asked in broken English - telephone ? I held it up and said me vociferation, pretending to be waiting for a call. I think she was going to call her federal agency. I figured this was enough so I went upstairs watched some porn after a dead jolt session blasted one of the biggest loads in a farsighted time. I dressed in my courting and tie, went downstairs ( I still had the phone ) and walked to the kitchen and offered her the telephone. She looked me up and down at my well tailored suit and said no. I handed her a 20 dollar bill and got a nice thank you for the money !

Finally one Fri I stood half naked at the straw man door at the appointed prison term ( 7:30 am ) and the door opened. The cleaning lady was getting used to the view that greeted her, my shortstop tee shirt not quite down to the crack in my ass. My naked ass and shaft and orchis on exhibit for her. I gave her a brief show swinging my dead body so my cock and musket ball would be swaying for her view. Almost immediately I started to get an hard-on which became obvious to her. I bent over with my ass facing her pretence to break up up an envelope on the storey giving her a panorama of my asshole and balls dangling from behind. Then I put on my shorts and went back to bed with my wife.

My wife left for study at 8:30 and I came down to the kitchen completely naked and I was already aroused with a firm erection pointed straight ahead and at an Angle towards the ceiling. I walked right into the kitchen where the cleaning peeress was washing ravisher. She heard me walk in and turned and looked at me. She let out a large pant and straightened up and her eyes fixed on my large throbbing cock. She never took her oculus of off it until I said in a convention voice, expert cockcrow. I sat down on a stool, legs spread apart erect pecker and balls aimed in her focussing. I had never been this bold face and was n't sure as shooting of her reaction. She had never seen my cock as unvoiced, as long, and throbbing as it was this dayspring. 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 centre off of my dick. I had ten ten clam banker's bill in my hand and showed them to her. She looked puzzled when at the Lapplander meter I brought her right hand over to my enlarged putz. I placed her hired man on my erection and wrapped her fingers around the cinch of my phallus.

My hammer was hot and hard and her hand 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 meter before, perhaps she had. She felt the head of my dick as she slid her hand the entire length. She stopped a few prison term and gave a slight squeeze when she got to the base of my dick.


Her stroking was Jehovah, her musical rhythm was pure. 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 head of my dick. Watching her digit gently massaging the tip of my turncock sent feelings of pleasure throughout my body. I could only consider of those fingers that were playing with my cock and balls were the cleaning ma'am whose epithet I don't even know. As she fondled my orchis I could see an expression of pleasure on her face. My bollock must induce felt like bollock in her hand and her hand started to experience warm and sensuous.

At one stop I began to thrust my hips 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 stroking. She also took her other hand and felt my ass rubbing both ass buttock as she stroked. I do n't remember how many strokes it took but the feeling built and I approached the sharpness wanting to cum but wanting her stroking to last forever. The shaft of my member would bounce up and down when she occasionally stopped stroking and patted the tip gently and she watched my cock bounce 5 or 6 inches and then settle down back at a nearly 45 arcdegree angle waiting for her bridge player to bring back. She then would again wrap her fingers around my tool and slowly began another series of slash. I could n't bind back my head rolled back and my tool shuddered as I let out a immense groan and I began to gush the magnanimous, fullest load I ever remember. I can't remember the figure of spurts of cum I shot but the spasms were uncontrollable. I felt tingling throughout my torso. The hot onus covered her script and flowed out over the kitchen flooring. As I groaned in pleasure her centre were wide unfastened viewing the headland of my cock and it's flowing semen. As I was cumming she wrapped her other mitt around my ballock and gently squeezed them. She stopped and gave me a strange spirit then looked at her hired hand and the floor and finally back to my deflating cock. She managed a little smile and got some theme towels cleaning her hired hand, the floor, and finally my cock. Gently she wiped the drumhead of my rooster until it was almost dry but still oozing some fluid. She then reached over and grab my cock and balls and gave them a aristocratical squeeze play with a smile on her face. I put the hundred dollar sign in her hand and muttered a mumbled thank you.

She put the money in her bag and continued her cleaning duties while I retired upstairs to lavish and dress for work. Some time later I went downstairs fully dressed ready to go to work. I walked through the dining room where she was dusting and smiled, she returned the smile and a legal brief goodby and thanks for the money ! I had no idea what the next visit would imply .