We had a cleaning ma'am come to our house every former Friday and she worked about 5 hours cleaning our house. Her subroutine was simpleton. She would arrive about 7:30 am, being dropped off from a full sized van that had about 6 other madam that were driven to respective localisation 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 plain looking and usually wore a gray mansion frock. She had an average figure at about 5 human foot 5 column inch tall. She spoke very little English language and understood less. Her age was mid 40's.

At first I ignored her presence since I was getting set up to go to figure out about the Same clock time. I had a pretty easy job docket, I didn't slug a time clock and could keep my own hour. I was free to come and go to the office at any time.

One Friday morning I heard her open the figurehead doorway and come in to set forth her cleaning routine. I had nothing at employment scheduled until after lunch and having been out the Nox before for dinner party I thought I'd eternal sleep in and school principal for the bureau after lunch. My wife worked a formula docket and was off to her job every cockcrow by 8:30. Today was no exception. She rose from bed and began to get fix for work. By 8:25 she said goodbye drove off to her job.

The cleaning lady was still on the initiatory story of our house as I got up from our bed on the moment floor. I slipped off my pajama 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 barely fit around my waist. So completely bare, wearing only this onionskin robe I strode downstairs to the support room to sit and interpret the morning paper. The cleansing lady hardly noticed me because there were clip when I didn't leave for work until she was completely done with her work.

As I settled in to a little chair in our living room and opened the paper, I spread my stage open which easily exposed my cock and testis through the open up front of my robe. The chair was facing the kitchen and the cleanup gentlewoman was in the kitchen dusting and washing and cleanup. From time to fourth dimension she would walk from the kitchen to the dining room. When she did this the first-class honours degree time, her heart glanced in my focal point. What she saw was me, in my robe reading the paper. In plus she saw my legs spread apart and my cock and balls at balance in full panorama. She froze in her tracks. I observed her expression from the edge of the paper I held up so it looked like I was reading the theme and not aware of my exposed nakedness. I was of course of action aware of it and it gave me rush and touch sensation that she was looking at my rooster 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 capitulum of my cock. She continued her cleaning tariff, but would pause occasionally to observe my overtone nudity. This was the first off session and footling became of it as I was just testing the body of water and was looking forward the second session with advanced plans.


The next visit of the cleaning lady was two weeks after the first one and I was more cook. I had a few plans to execute. First I did the Lapp modus operandi with the newspaper, sitting in the chair facing the kitchen, stern naked with a flimsy robe wide heart-to-heart exposing my cock and balls. After a few min I got up and walked out to the kitchen where she was working. I then let the robe undefendable so I was providing her with a to the full frontal nudity view. I walked around the kitchen getting a glass of juice and objet d'art of toast all the while providing her with glances of cock and Ball swinging loosely from my unresolved gown. When it came time for her to go upstairs to clean the sleeping accommodation, I followed.

Her constant glance at my open gown assured me she was getting a good sight. Whether she enjoyed it or not I don't know. I was enjoying the exposing and flash. I was occasionally begin to own an hard-on, small but it was noticeable and she was aware of it.

At one point 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 obliterate my stopcock and egg and I put in on so my ass was also exposed. She was standing on a little stool 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 cognisant of my almost double-dyed nakedness. She left the bathroom and I turned on the cascade for a brief moment pretended to lavish and then opened the door with the towel hanging from my waistline making sure I was giving her a good opinion of hammer, balls and ass. She indeed looked me over more than once. An erection rose almost immediately.

I decided to summarize my pose in my flimsy gown on the chairwoman in the living room. The excitement of the shower tantrum caused a good sized erection which I had to attend to. While the cleaning peeress was in the kitchen I began stroking my peter 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 huge load and relief from the sexual prodding. This caused me to recede to our upstairs bath and clean up. I decided to prune and head for the function. I came down in my lawsuit and tie and walked out to the kitchen. The cleansing lady was a trivial startled seeing me in my oeuvre clothing since recently it had been various glance of my cock, ballock and ass. I handed her a ten clam banker's bill, she replied with a thank you for the money in broken English.

Several Friday later I stretched my photo to the cleansing lady. On one occasion we had a new strawman threshold installed and that meant new locks and headstone. The first Fri the cleaning lady came I made for sure the room access was outdoors because I knew her key would not work. After she came in and started cleaning and after my wife went to process I went downstairs to the finished cellar 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 ( naked underneath of course ) which was retentive and more fluffy like a bathroom gown should be. However I opened up the presence of the robe about 8 or 9 in and exposed my turncock and balls with to the full frontal nudity. I was trying to explain the switching in headstone so I could get the old key and she could have the new look door key. When I approached her it was obvious that she could now see the full frontal nakedness and my tool and egg. She looked up and down and stopped and fixed her middle directly on my cock Then as I got closer she smiled and as I explained the key switching I"accidentally"dropped the new key directly in forepart of me and it landed between my feet. It seems the tradition is Eastern European Economic Community that a woman 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 eye passed directly down the presence of my trunk column inch 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"exhibitioner"thing again but when I walked out of the bathroom I accidentally let the towel fall giving her the offset wax naked scene of my dead 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 naked with my cock and globe swinging as I twirled around. I hesitated as she handed me the towel trying to look abash but making certain she had a respectable long view.

This was in the middle of summer and we had the air and dehumidifier running constantly As was my drug abuse after respective raw photograph I would retire upstairs to my office and watch porn on my computing machine. I was dressed only in my tee shirt exposing my cock and balls with an Angle that when the cleansing lady came up stairs she had an unobstructed thought ! Well I was pleased when she turned the niche coming up the stair and turned my chair so she would ingest a full view of cock and ballock. She walked in and said"electricity"in go bad 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 view of my ass as we went down the step. 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 washing machine, drier, and dehumidifier overloaded the circuit. I looked puzzled and got up on the automatic washer completely exposing my cock and balls. I then bent over with my ass facing her to give her a horizon of my spread ass and formal from behind. I hesitated and then readjust the circuit breaker but not before extending my naked cock.

I went back upstairs and jerked a good loading off to still the sexual tensity that had built up. On the way out to mold after I dressed I dropped another ten dollar bill notice on the board and she smiled and thanked me.

The next sojourn by the cleansing lady interested me more than ever. I was trying to think of what new exposure I could come up with. Then it hit me. I put on the like old tee shirt that was little on me that came down to my belly button and to the crack 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 twain of shorts that were very small.
When it was time for her to arrive around 7:30 am I went down and took off the shortstop and was standing by the battlefront door naked from the belly button to my base.
I saw the van pull up across the street and the cleanup lady stepped out of the van walking toward our house. I had combed my pubic hair and swung my soundbox from face to side so my cock and testicle were gratis. I then turned to the paries in strawman of the door which contained a full moon duration mirror so when she walked in she would give birth view of my ass and I would see her in the mirror. I heard the key in the threshold and as it opened I saw her nerve in the mirror in movement 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 give her a full frontal view of my now throbbing cock and hanging balls. She took the view in and just stood there staring. I turned to give her another purview of my ass and then proceeded to walk up stairs putting on my shorts 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 steps to see the cleaning madam. She was occupy in the kitchen so I went there to have a glass of orange succus. We have a little kitchen so I had to direct 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 for certain she got respective survey 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 kick to get laid she knew that I knew that she knew she was seeing my cock and balls and ass.

I had just recently cleaned the basement of a lot of junk and still in my half naked tee shirt only attire I went down and directed her to mop the newly cleaned up area. I stood there to supervise and she had the usual to the full view of tool and clump and sometimes as I turned to record her my ass. Again my cock began to originate and she was sure to observe its increasing size. I stayed the entire time until the pressure became too peachy and I went upstairs to watch out more porn and eventually had to jerk my swelling tool with a huge pleasurable load.

It wasn't often that I displayed my cocks erection to her but one morning I was sitting in the professorship in the living room with only my tee shirt on giving the cleaning ma'am a total view of my legs spread apart and dick and musket ball. 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 full-of-the-moon erecting thinking it might intimidate her but this time I let it go. My putz climbed straight up to my belly clitoris and was at replete attending. About this time she walked into the dining way and stopped abruptly staring at my throbbing phallus.

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 earphone was but I had removed it and had on the table next to me, pretending to be waiting for a phone call.

She noticed the headphone was gone and asked in impoverished side - telephone ? I held it up and said me vociferation, pretending to be waiting for a call. I think she was going to forebode her office. I figured this was enough so I went upstairs watched some porn after a short jolt session blasted one of the handsome oodles in a tenacious sentence. I dressed in my causa and tie, went downstairs ( I still had the earpiece ) 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 throwaway and got a nice thank you for the money !

Finally one Friday I stood half naked at the front door at the appointive time ( 7:30 am ) and the room access opened. The cleanup ma'am was getting used to the view that greeted her, my suddenly tee shirt not quite down to the shot in my ass. My naked ass and pecker and Lucille Ball on showing for her. I gave her a abbreviated show swinging my body so my tool and lump 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 horizon of my asshole and balls dangling from behind. Then I put on my trunks and went back to bed with my wife.

My wife left for piece of work at 8:30 and I came down to the kitchen completely naked and I was already aroused with a unshakable erection pointed direct ahead and at an slant towards the ceiling. I walked right into the kitchen where the cleaning lady was washing dish antenna. 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 great throbbing cock. She never took her eyes of off it until I said in a convention voice, good daybreak. I sat down on a pot, legs spread apart erect cock and lump aimed in her direction. 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 dawning. 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 cock. I had ten ten dollar sign posting in my hand and showed them to her. She looked puzzled when at the Saame fourth dimension I brought her right manus over to my expound cock. I placed her hired man on my erection and wrapped her finger's breadth around the girth of my penis.

My cock was hot and hard and her hand was cold but I felt her fingers wrap tightly around my erection. She immediately began stroking, almost as if she had done this many time before, perhaps she had. She felt the head of my prick as she slid her manus the integral length. She stopped a few times and gave a fragile wring when she got to the base of my dick.


Her stroke was divine, her calendar method was perfect. 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 chief of my cock. Watching her finger gently massaging the tip of my cock sent feelings of joy throughout my body. I could only guess of those digit that were playing with my cock and clump were the cleaning noblewoman whose epithet I don't even know. As she fondled my balls I could see an construction of pleasure on her face. My balls must have felt like eggs in her manus and her hand started to feel affectionate and sensuous.

At one point in time I began to hurl my rose hip almost involuntarily as she stroked my cock with an even rhythm. As I was thrusting my pelvic arch she stopped stroking and just held my cock as I was now fucking her helping 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 cheeks as she stroked. I do n't call up how many strokes it took but the intuitive 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 back at a nearly 45 degree angle waiting for her mitt to return. She then would again wrap her fingers around my prick and slowly began another series of strokes. I could n't book back my head rolled back and my cock shuddered as I let out a Brobdingnagian moan and I began to spurt the largest, fullest load I ever remember. I can't remember the numeral of spirt of cum I shot but the spasms were uncorrectable. I felt tingling throughout my body. The hot loading covered her bridge player and flowed out over the kitchen level. As I groaned in pleasure her eyes were wide unresolved viewing the head 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 look then looked at her hand and the storey and finally back to my deflating cock. She managed a little grinning and got some paper towels cleaning her hand, the floor, and finally my cock. Gently she wiped the capitulum of my pecker until it was almost dry but still oozing some fluid. She then reached over and grabbed my putz and testicle and gave them a gentle squeeze with a smile on her face. I put the hundred dollar in her bridge player and muttered a mumbled thank you.

She put the money in her handbag and continued her cleaning tariff while I retired upstairs to shower and dress for piece of work. Some time later I went downstairs fully dressed ready to go to do work. I walked through the dining room where she was dusting and smiled, she returned the smile and a legal brief arrivederci and thanks for the money ! I had no idea what the following sojourn would implicate .