Chapter 1
My old housekeeper had quit when her husband found out. I thought it was a little nearsighted of him, he could have at least asked to watch. But no, he didn't think it was right and he made her find another job. She still wanted to come over from time to time, but he was keeping a close eye on her now. I heard from others that she was being particularly bitchy to him, but that's what you get when your wife is frustrated I guess.
So I ran an ad for a new housekeeper. Someone who could come in three or four times a week to clean, do some laundry, change my sheets, and maybe make me lunch and dinner since I'm not much of a cook. The first dozen or so that I interviewed were horrible, no other way to put it. Some were obviously too lazy to do much of anything, a few were so old that I wasn't sure they could do it at all, the rest either appeared to having drinking or drug problems.
A woman named Brooke called and asked me if I'd filled the position yet. I didn't expect much, but I invited her over anyway. Boy was I surprised.
Anyway, I told her to just come in and that I'd probably be in the pool in the back. That's where I usually was at that time of the day. She arrived just as I was climbing the ladder and getting out of the pool. We greeted each other, but her eyes kept wandering down to my swimming suit. When she wasn't looking I glanced down to see what she was looking at. I was horrified, my suit was wet and it was clinging to me like a second skin, she could clearly see the outline of my cock. I don't want to brag but I have a rather thick penis, it's not overly long, but it is as big around as my wrist. Its outline was clearly visible to her and it must have looked huge.
I excused myself so that I could pull the trunks away from body and drape a towel over my shoulders. We sat by the small table that I keep next the pool so that we could talk. She had brought some papers with her and we chatted as I looked through them. There was no question that she was the best candidate by far, she was fun and had no problem with the duties.
Everything was going so well that I was surprised to see that she was looking at my crotch again. Not staring, just glancing, but for longer periods each time. I pointed out some trivial thing behind her so that when she turned her head I could glance down and see what the problem was. Well, my swimming trunks had ridden up and the head of cock was peeking out the leg hole, and it was getting harder!
Chapter 2
Brooke started work two days later and everything went great. She had long brown hair, about 5'5" tall with really large breasts, I fell in love with them the first time I saw them. She took care of the laundry that had piled up, cleaned the house; her meals were great, most of the time I was in my office working or running errands around town. I was trying not to repeat the swimming suit episode. Well, I did the best I could. I liked looking at Brooke, I liked the way she moved and how she looked bent over working. I particularity liked the way she looked one day when she was working on a tough spot on the kitchen floor. Her breasts moved under her blouse as she scrubbed and, even though she was clearly wearing a bra, I had a hard time looking away.
It was about a week later that I was in the hot tub. I had told Brooke that I never wore a bathing suit in there, so if she saw me soaking she might want to stay away. She didn't.
I was about half asleep with the bubbles turned off when I heard her behind me asking if I'd like some iced tea to cool off with. I turned in surprise to catch her, again, staring between my legs. Only this time she could clearly see my entire length because of the clear water. Her face was flushed and her mouth was opened just a little, I watched as she wet her lips with her tongue. She had probably been standing there for awhile, the ice in the tea was largely melted.
There's a water-proof lounge next the tub and I pushed myself up and onto the lounge as she handed me the tea. I couldn't help myself, it just physiological I guess, but my cock was already getting hard. In fact it was starting to stand straight up and Brooke's staring wasn't helping. She was breathing like she'd just run a race, and her breasts were moving nicely under her blouse. I think she forgotten to wear a bra.
I patted the lounge next to me and asked her if she wanted to sit down for a minute. She sat without once taking her eyes off my erection.
"Would you like to touch it?" I asked.
"Oh. I couldn't do that. That would be wrong." She was empathic in her reply and held her hand to her chest as though to confirm what she'd just said. But her eyes didn't look away.
She was sitting on my right so I reached across her, took her right hand, and brought it to my cock. She didn't object, she just moaned a little as her fingers touched me. I moved her hand so that she was stroking me, although even with her fingers closed they could only cover about half my girth. I removed my hand from hers but she didn't stop, she continue stroking me as I put my right arm around her and pulled her so that her head was resting on my chest.
It was while Brooke's face was close to my cock, and while her hand was firmly grasping me, that I took her picture with my smart phone. She jumped up in surprise and alarm at the sound.
"What did you do? Why would you do that?" She demanded.
"Do you like it?" I asked, showing her the picture. Her face was very visible, as was my swollen prick with her tiny hand wrapped half way around it.
"Why, are you going to tell my husband? You wouldn't!" She was beside herself, I was afraid she would start crying.
"Why? Because I want you, and I don't want to hear any more about how you're married and you can't do this sort of thing. From now on you're going to do exactly as you're told. Do you understand me, Brooke? You're going to be mine."
"Are you going to send that to my husband if I don't do what you want?" She demanded.
"No. I would never do that," she looked relieved for just a second. "But I would post it on the internet and send a couple of hundred emails to people. Your husband may get one by accident I suppose."
She looked at me in shock. Her face went pale for a minute, even through her very visible sexual flush. Soon the flush returned, was this exciting her? What an interesting thought.
"What about my husband, if I'm yours?"
"I don't care about your husband. Screw him every night for all I care. But when I want you, you're mine, no questions asked, and I mean the second I want you."
She considered this for a minute before asking, "What do you want me to do?"
"Let's start by calling me 'sir,' after all, I am in charge aren't I?" I asked her.
"Yes, sir," she answered in a subdued voice. Her face was pointed down but she was looking up at me. I couldn't help but notice that her eyes had a certain twinkle that was not there before.
"Right now I want you to take off your blouse, Brooke. I want to see your breasts."
She didn't answer, she simply started to unbutton her blouse, her eyes downcast now.
I was glad to see that she wasn't wearing a bra that day, her breasts were magnificent, even better than I had imagined. Her nipples were hard and her breath was coming rapidly again. Her upper chest was red, more of the sexually flush that I was seeing on her face. She looked up at me slyly to see what my reaction would be. I smiled at her and she started to smile back before catching herself.
"Now the pants," I ordered.
She moved slowly at first. Her slacks were made for comfort while cleaning, not for glamour. As they fell to the patio I was surprised to see that she wasn't wearing conservative panties, 'granny panties,' like I suspected she would be. In fact she was wearing a very sexy and rather skimpy pair of thongs, almost like she was expecting them to be exposed.
"I didn't have anything else, all my others are in the laundry..." she trailed off.
"Get over here and get on your knees, Brooke. You're going to finish what you started." I instructed her.
