We had a cleaning peeress come to our house every early Friday and she worked about 5 hours cleaning our household. Her modus operandi was simple-minded. She would arrive about 7:30 am, being dropped off from a broad sized van that had about 6 early ma'am that were driven to various locating in our suburban surface 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 Robert Gray house dress. She had an average bod at about 5 feet 5 inches improbable. 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 ready to go to sour about the same time. I had a fairly easy job schedule, I didn't slug a time clock and could observe my own hours. I was free to fare and go to the office at any time.

One Fri morning I heard her afford the front door and come in to start her cleaning routine. I had nothing at work scheduled until after lunch and having been out the night before for dinner I thought I'd sleep in and foreland for the office after lunch. My wife worked a normal schedule and was off to her job every aurora by 8:30. Today was no exception. She rose from bed and began to get prepare for work. By 8:25 she said goodby drove off to her job.

The cleaning Lady was still on the offset floor of our house as I got up from our bed on the second floor. I slipped off my pajama and put on my gown. This is not the foresighted fluffy bathrobe, this is a flimsy brusk thin fabric robe that came down to my genu. It was also not big and scantily fit around my waist. So completely defenseless, wearing only this onionskin robe I strode downstairs to the keep way to sit and read the morning paper. The cleaning lady hardly noticed me because there were sentence when I didn't leave for study until she was completely done with her work.

As I settled in to a small chairperson in our keep room and opened the paper, I spread my wooden leg open which easily exposed my shaft and balls through the outdoors front line of my gown. The president was facing the kitchen and the cleaning dame was in the kitchen dusting and washing and cleaning. From time to clip she would walk from the kitchen to the dining room. When she did this the first time, her oculus glanced in my direction. What she saw was me, in my gown reading the paper. In addition she saw my legs cattle ranch apart and my cock and balls at rest in wide prospect. She froze in her tracks. I observed her saying from the edge of the newspaper publisher I held up so it looked like I was reading the newspaper publisher and not aware of my open nakedness. I was of course aware of it and it gave me haste and feeling that she was looking at my peter and balls she stopped and was staring. I began to own a small erection 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 pause occasionally to observe my partial nakedness. This was the first session and little became of it as I was just testing the waters and was looking forward the moment session with advanced plans.


The next sojourn of the cleaning noblewoman was two hebdomad after the number 1 one and I was more ready. I had a few plans to execute. First I did the Saame act with the newspaper, sitting in the chair facing the kitchen, everlasting naked with a flimsy gown encompassing open exposing my cock and bollock. After a few minutes 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 entire frontage nudity sentiment. I walked around the kitchen getting a glass of juice and bit of toast all the piece providing her with coup d'oeil of stopcock and lump swinging loosely from my open robe. When it came sentence for her to go up the stairs to scavenge the bedrooms, I followed.

Her changeless coup d'oeil at my spread out robe assured me she was getting a good persuasion. Whether she enjoyed it or not I don't know. I was enjoying the exposing and flashing. I was occasionally begin to have an erection, small but it was noticeable and she was aware of it.

At one point she was cleaning the lavatory and I decided it was time to shower. I took off the robe and wrapped a small towel around my waistline. This towel was so small it couldn't hide my cock and egg and I put in on so my ass was also exposed. She was standing on a small pot 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 consummate nakedness. She left the bathroom and I turned on the rain shower for a brief bit pretended to lavish and then opened the doorway with the towel hanging from my shank making sure I was giving her a good view of putz, clump and ass. She indeed looked me over More than once. An erection rose almost immediately.

I decided to re-start my pose in my flimsy gown on the chair in the living elbow room. The inflammation of the shower scene caused a good sized erection which I had to attend to. While the cleanup lady 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 huge lode and sculptural relief from the sexual urgings. This caused me to strike out to our upstairs bathroom and clean up. I decided to dress and maneuver for the agency. I came down in my suit and tie and walked out to the kitchen. The cleaning lady was a little startle seeing me in my work article of clothing since recently it had been assorted coup d'oeil of my rooster, ballock and ass. I handed her a ten dollar greenback, she replied with a thank you for the money in broken English.

Several Fri later I stretched my exposure to the cleaning lady. On one social occasion we had a new front door installed and that meant new lock and key fruit. The kickoff Fri the cleansing dame came I made sure the doorway was opened because I knew her key would not work. After she came in and started cleansing and after my married woman went to forge 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 clock time I wore a unlike robe ( naked underneath of course ) which was longer and more fluffy like a lavatory robe should be. However I opened up the front of the robe about 8 or 9 inch and exposed my cock and balls with wide-cut frontal nudity. I was trying to explain the transposition in keystone so I could get the old key and she could have the new front room access key. When I approached her it was obvious that she could now see the full frontal nudity and my cock and balls. She looked up and down and stopped and fixed her optic directly on my putz Then as I got closer she smiled and as I explained the key switch I"accidentally"dropped the new key directly in front end of me and it landed between my feet. It seems the custom is Eastern Europe 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 centre passed directly down the front of my body in from my tool. 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 Sami visit I did the"shower"affair again but when I walked out of the bathroom I accidentally let the towel fall giving her the first full phase of the moon naked thought of my consistence. 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 lump swinging as I twirled around. I hesitated as she handed me the towel trying to calculate mortified but making sure she had a good long view.

This was in the middle of summer and we had the air and dehumidifier running constantly As was my riding habit after various bare photo I would retire upstairs to my agency and watch porn on my calculator. I was dressed only in my tee shirt exposing my cock and balls with an slant that when the cleaning lady came up stairs she had an unobstructed survey ! Well I was please when she turned the turning point coming up the stairs and turned my professorship so she would feature a full view of cock and balls. She walked in and said"electricity"in bump 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 wide-cut 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 breaker had tripped because the washing machine, dryer, and dehumidifier overloaded the circumference. I looked puzzled and got up on the washer completely exposing my cock and Lucille Ball. I then bent over with my ass facing her to hand her a view of my open ass and balls from behind. I hesitated and then reset the breaker but not before extending my bare cock.

I went back upstairs and jerked a safe load off to unbosom the sexual tension that had built up. On the way out to work after I dressed I dropped another ten one dollar bill bill on the table and she smiled and thanked me.

The next visit by the cleaning 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 same old tee shirt that was small on me that came down to my belly button and to the crack cocaine in my ass and no further. It was the same one I wore when the circle circuit breaker needed to be reset. I then put on a pair of shorts that were very diminished.
When it was time for her to get in around 7:30 am I went down and took off the shorts and was standing by the front doorway naked from the belly push button to my animal foot.
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 soundbox from side to side so my cock and balls were loose. I then turned to the wall in front of the door which contained a full length mirror so when she walked in she would have perspective 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 facial expression in the mirror in straw man 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"deplorable"as if she scared me. I turned to return her a full frontal persuasion of my now throbbing shaft and hanging formal. She took the view in and just stood there staring. I turned to give her another persuasion of my ass and then proceeded to walk up step 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 stairs to see the cleaning lady. She was busy in the kitchen so I went there to have a glass of Orange succus. We have a small kitchen so I had to steer around her almost touching her but not quite. My putz 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 bleakness. I started to sense the throbbing in my peter and made sure she noticed it was growing in size of it. It was a sexual kick to know she knew that I knew that she knew she was seeing my turncock and balls and ass.

I had just recently cleaned the basement of a lot of junk and still in my one-half bare tee shirt only garb I went down and directed her to mop the newly cleaned up surface area. I stood there to manage and she had the usual replete position of cock and ball and sometimes as I turned to show her my ass. Again my tool began to spring up and she was for sure to point out its increasing size. I stayed the entire sentence until the pressure became too expectant and I went upstairs to watch out to a greater extent smut and eventually had to jerk my swelling cock with a huge pleasurable load.

It wasn't often that I displayed my cock erecting to her but one morning I was sitting in the death chair in the living room with but my tee shirt on giving the cleanup lady a wide-cut eyeshot of my legs spread apart and cock and orb. I was pretending to be reading the paper and I felt my pecker beginning to get. I usually didn't want her to see a full erection thinking it might restrain her but this time I let it go. My cock climbed straight up to my belly button and was at full attending. About this time she walked into the dining room and stopped abruptly staring at my throbbing fellow 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 headphone was but I had removed it and had on the table adjacent to me, pretending to be waiting for a call.

She noticed the phone was gone and asked in broken English - telephone ? I held it up and said me call, pretending to be waiting for a call. I think she was going to shout out her billet. I figured this was enough so I went upstairs watched some porn after a short jerking session blasted one of the biggest lashings in a retentive meter. 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 suit and said no. I handed her a twenty dollar sign note and got a decent thank you for the money !

Finally one Friday I stood half naked at the presence threshold at the appointive time ( 7:30 am ) and the door opened. The cleaning lady 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 consistency so my cock and orb would be swaying for her aspect. Almost immediately I started to get an erection which became obvious to her. I bent over with my ass facing her pretence to blame up an envelope on the floor giving her a view of my asshole and balls dangling from behind. Then I put on my boxers and went back to bed with my wife.

My wife left for oeuvre at 8:30 and I came down to the kitchen completely naked and I was already aroused with a steadfast hard-on pointed true ahead and at an angle towards the ceiling. I walked right into the kitchen where the cleanup lady was washing smasher. She heard me walk in and turned and looked at me. She let out a vauntingly gasp and straightened up and her eyes fixed on my big throbbing dick. She never took her middle of off it until I said in a convention voice, in force morn. I sat down on a stool, legs spread apart erect hammer and balls aimed in her direction. I had never been this bold and was n't sure of her reaction. She had never seen my turncock as unvoiced, 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 get over to me, she did, never taking her eyes off of my cock. I had ten ten dollar pecker in my hand and showed them to her. She looked puzzled when at the Same meter I brought her powerful hand over to my enlarged dick. I placed her manus on my erection and wrapped her fingers around the cinch of my phallus.

My rooster was hot and gruelling 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 times before, perhaps she had. She felt the drumhead of my tool as she slid her deal the total length. She stopped a few times and gave a slight squeeze when she got to the infrastructure of my dick.


Her stroke was Almighty, her rhythm was perfect. She also ran her index finger to the tip of my shaft where the pre cum was now flowing. She took some of the pre cum and moistened the mind of my pecker. Watching her finger gently massaging the tip of my putz sent feelings of joy throughout my organic structure. I could only retrieve of those digit that were playing with my peter and balls were the cleaning lady whose figure I don't even know. As she fondled my balls I could see an manifestation of pleasure on her human face. My balls must own felt like eggs in her helping hand and her handwriting started to feel tender and sensuous.

At one point I began to thrust my articulatio coxae almost involuntarily as she stroked my pecker with an even musical 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 consistence forward and held it there and then she continued her stroking. She also took her former hand and felt my ass rubbing both ass cheeks as she stroked. I do n't remember how many strokes it took but the flavour built and I approached the edge wanting to cum but wanting her stroke to last forever. The shaft of my penis would resile up and down when she occasionally stopped stroking and patted the tip gently and she watched my rooster bounce 5 or 6 in and then subside back at a nearly 45 arcdegree angle waiting for her hand to revert. She then would again wrap her fingerbreadth around my dick and slowly began another series of solidus. I could n't entertain back my fountainhead rolled back and my stopcock shuddered as I let out a Brobdingnagian groan and I began to spurt the largest, fullest load I ever remember. I can't retrieve the act of spurt of cum I shot but the spasms were indocile. I felt tingling throughout my organic structure. The hot freight covered her hired man and flowed out over the kitchen trading floor. As I groaned in pleasure her eyes were wide of the mark unfold viewing the head of my cock and it's flowing semen. As I was cumming she wrapped her early hand around my formal and gently squeezed them. She stopped and gave me a strange look then looked at her mitt and the floor and finally back to my deflating prick. She managed a little smile and got some paper towels cleaning her deal, the floor, and finally my putz. Gently she wiped the head of my stopcock until it was almost dry but still oozing some fluid. She then reached over and grabbed my cock and nut and gave them a placate wring with a smile on her look. I put the hundred dollar mark in her hand and muttered a mumbled thank you.

She put the money in her purse and continued her cleaning tariff 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 grinning and a brief adieu and thanks for the money ! I had no estimation what the next visit would mean .