0 comments/ 71532 views/ 3 favorites An Eye on the Housekeeper Ch. 01 By: Conan_T_Barbarian I graduated college with a degree in journalism and mass communication, so when I was offered a position at an affiliate television studio in Seattle, and began earning a steady, decent wage, it was natural for me to begin collecting an array of video equipment. Although I had no real solid plans, the idea of running my own video production studio was rather appealing to me. I enjoyed the work and applied vast amounts of effort and time to the job. As my responsibilities grew, so did my income and consequently my video equipment collection as well. In a couple years time, I could afford to move to a larger apartment the that was quickly becoming a necessity to accommodate my growing collection of tapes, CDs, DVDs and equipment. As the apartment was closer to the downtown studio where I worked, I found I was working longer and longer hours and finding less time to work on my own projects, visit the health club, and do the house-keeping, let alone date on a regular basis. I had gone out a couple of times with women I had met in the clubs around Pioneer square, but nothing worthwhile really developed. I decided I needed to make a fundamental change to my lifestyle so as not to become a lonely, bitter, workaholic by the time I was 30. As I was still in a position where I had to prove myself at work, I couldn't really cut back on the 50 to 60 hours a week I was putting in there save to get permission to take some of the smaller video projects home and where I could work on them with my own equipment on my own timetable. This generated a few extra hours of free time, but not enough to satisfy me, so I decided to hire a housekeeper to come in twice a week and maintain the livability of my abode. I hadn't the slightest clue what to look for when hiring a housekeeper, so conducting interviews was really more of an embarrassment to me than a challenge to the prospective house keeper. I handled the first couple of interviews rather clumsily, and I think it became pretty obvious to the prospects that my only major concern was that they wouldn't rob me blind. I wasn't overly thrilled with the first two candidates, both of them being pretty patronizing and seemingly harboring resentment that a person in his mid-twenties would be making enough money to afford both a rather upscale apartment and a housekeeper. I tired of the process quickly, I had already mentally decided that I would hire the 3rd candidate as long as they knew which end of vacuum to hold, and didn't show any overt kleptomania tendencies. I needn't have worried. Precisely at 11:00 A.M. as agreed, the door buzzer went off, and Doris announced her self over the intercom. I gave her the apartment number and opened the door slightly while then went back to the video I was working on while waiting for her to make the journey to the 11th floor of the building. A knock interrupted me and I ushered Doris into the apartment. She appeared to be in her mid-fifties with generous thatches of gray mixed into her sandy blonde hair. She stood around 5' 4" with ample breasts and while she wasn't exactly trim, she couldn't be described as fat either. Her blue eyes sparkled while she talked and was nearly always smiling when she wasn't answering my set of pre-determined questions. The interview suddenly began taking a different turn when Doris began asking me questions. It was a pleasant turn, and she listened intently to my answers. Her face showed an expression of concern when she realized that this was not case of looking after someone who couldn't take care of themselves, but rather helping someone in the betterment of their lifestyle. It wasn't need to explain myself to Doris, but she posed the questions with such sincerity that it was clear that the relationship had already taken much more of a personal level than I had achieved with any of the other women I had interviewed. I wondered briefly afterwards whether I had been manipulated, but received a resounding "No." from my conscience. After about 40 minutes of this conversation, I offered Doris the position, and she readily accepted. As I walked her around the apartment she asked multiple questions regarding my equipment and my extensive video collection. Attempting not to sound short or rude, I made clear to her the sensitivity of the equipment but also told her to fell free to borrow any of the video collection that interested her. We established her schedule would be on Tuesdays and Fridays, I gave her a key to the apartment, and then accompanied her to the lobby to ensure that the doorman was aware who she was. We shook hands in the lobby, and my eyes couldn't help but be drawn to her full but well-shaped ass as she walked quickly from the building. While I didn't harbor any sexual attraction to Doris, the view did bring to mind my now extended dating possibilities and the prospect of more regular sex. Over the next few months, I rarely saw Doris, but the benefits of her services had a profound impact on my social life. The apartment was always immaculate on the days she came, and she even went out of her way to take care of things which were not part of our arrangement. I noticed that she had cleaned out my refrigerator on one occasion and had re-arranged the clothes in my closet in a more organized manner on another. I no longer worried about the condition of my apartment and didn't hesitate to ask my more frequent dates up to my apartment with great success on more than one occasion. The time I spent at work was more productive, as I could take care of more personal matters in my off time. I always put a little more in her check, but during our infrequent conversations, I always sensed that money wasn't the reason she made the extra efforts. The conversations were always warm and friendly, and she always asked if I had been making any inroads in my social life. I was convinced that she was taking on a more matronly approach to our relationship and that any social success I might gain with the ladies would partly be attributed to her efforts. About 3 months after Doris started working for me, I began a project that while not being overly complex, was rather tedious. After a couple of days I found that I wasn't really making very good progress on it at the studio and got approval from the station manager to work from home for a few days as I had the necessary equipment there. The following Tuesday morning I sat in my bathrobe working on the project when I heard a key in the lock and realized that it Doris' day to clean. Doris entered the apartment walking backwards as she was pulling a small cart with cleaning supplies and when I moved quickly to hold the door for her, she jumped with surprise "Oh!, My goodness, Peter, you startled me. I didn't expect you to be here." Her eyes quickly glanced up and down me in my bathrobe then she looked furtively around the apartment. "Is this a bad time?" she asked, "Should I come Back later?" "No, this is fine" I replied, 'I just doing a little work from home this week, to many distractions at the office." "Well alright, if you're sure I won't be too noisy." "Not at all Doris, I'm going to take a quick shower so you don't have to see me walk around in my bathrobe all morning." She gave a dismissive laugh and a wave of her hand. "You, go ahead, I'll start in the kitchen." When I finished my shower a few minutes later, I wrapped a towel around my waist and filled the sink with water to shave. The bathroom was still full of steam, and the fan wasn't doing much take it out, so I opened the bathroom door and fanned it a few times then left it open a crack so the mirror would defog faster. As I shaved, I felt the towel slipping from my waist but since I was almost finished and rather than risking a nick or cut, I let it fall while I finished. I rinsed my face, then grabbed a hand towel to dry it. I held it over my face for a few seconds, then turned to find the clean boxer I had brought into the bathroom. As I pulled my pants on I heard movement in the bedroom and realized that Doris must have already started in there. I saw her walk past the partially open , door, and I wondered how long she had been in the room. I had work to do though, and I quickly dismissed any concern from my mind. I returned to my work in the living room, as Doris went about her business. After about an hour and a half, Doris interrupted me asking if it would be alright for her to vacuum now. "Sure," I replied, "I need to take a little break anyway, my eyes are getting a little bleary." "I'll make it quick so you can get back to work." She said as she turned on the vacuum I went to the kitchen and got a bottle of water then leaned against a wall sipping it as I watched her. She was dressed in Jeans that molded to her well-rounded ass, and a loose fitting T-shirt that she wore un-tucked and her ample boobs held away from her waist. I idly marveled out how she was in remarkably good shape for her age, and after a few minutes of watching her boobs jiggle and bounced as she expertly wielded the vacuum back and forth to my surprise had my dick beginning to swell.. Doris switched the vacuum off snapping me out of my trance, and I quickly turned around under the pretense of discarding the water bottle to conceal from her any evidence of the growing bulge in my pants. "I'm just about done here," She called from the living room, "and then I'll be out of your hair." "Take your time," I replied, "It's kind of nice having company." When I was satisfied that any sign of arousal had dissipated, I returned to my work while Doris put the finishing touches on the living room with a dusting rag. I caught myself eyeing her from time to time, but avoided it as much as possible so as not to create another potentially embarrassing situation. After a few minutes I looked up to see that she had stopped dusting and was studying the titles on some of my videos. "See anything you like?" I asked. "Yes," she said still studying the titles, "Did you say that you wouldn't mind if I borrowed some of these?" "Please, help yourself." I replied, "In fact, if you'd like, I can show you how to use some of this equipment so you can have something playing while you're here as well." "Oh, I couldn't" she said "I'd be afraid I'd break something." But her voice betrayed her. She obviously would have liked to have something playing while she worked. What an ignorant asshole I had been. Nobody likes to do house cleaning in stone silence and she had been to intimidated by all the audio and video equipment to even think about turning anything on. "Don't be silly," I insisted "here, let me show you." She watched intently as I showed her how to turn the main video monitor, amplifier, and video units on which would allow her to play any of the video or audio titles that were in the racks. She repeated some of the steps to me to make sure she had it right, and when she was confident, she stood back with a satisfied smile on her face, no doubt thinking about how much more enjoyable her next visit would be. I went back to what I was doing while Doris finished up her cleaning, and after she had her cleaning equipment and supplies back in her cart, she started looking through the video titles again. After a few minutes, she selected a couple, and asked if I was sure I didn't mind if she borrowed them. Assured that I didn't, she loaded them into her cart and I held the door for her as she left saying, "Alright Hon, I'll see you Friday if you're here." I enjoyed the view of her tight ass walking down the hallway for a few seconds before allowing the door to close. "I've got to get laid." I thought "I can't believe I'm getting a woody over a fifty some year old lady." Over the next couple of days I finished up the project I was working on, so I wasn't home on Friday when Doris came back, but she returned the videos that she had borrowed and left a note that she had borrowed several more. This pattern continued with her borrowing and returning the videos and me spending ungodly hours at work. I was feeling more secure in my job and knowing that I had to change my lifestyle, I began cutting back on my hours at work, and started trying earnestly to build more of a social life. Without trying to sound conceited, I actually found that it was pretty easy to get laid in this town. All it really took was to actually be interested in what women were saying and let them lead the conversations. In a few months, I was getting to the point that I was getting laid once or twice a week but I was jumping around to different clubs a lot because I didn't want to cause any embarrassing situations between more than one woman in any one place. One day at work while I was editing a news piece, so as to get the best video angles to support the commentary, a devious idea suddenly hit me. On the way home from work, I stopped a Radio Shack, and began picking up the supplies and equipment that I was going to need. Returning home, I went to work, and around midnight, I had completed the initial setup. Tiny wireless cameras were now mounted in different locations around the bedroom, and a motion detector would switch on the record function of the main video unit. All that needed to be done was to place a tape in the unit and set the power to standby, then anytime someone walked into the bedroom, their every move would be captured on 5 different tapes. I had never been that much of a voyeur, but the idea of capturing a sexual liaison on video was strangely appealing to me and I couldn't wait for the opportunity to try it out. It was at the clubs the next night, but had no luck in enticing a lady back home. I tried again the following night as well as the next Friday but to no avail. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever pull this off when on Saturday, I struck pay dirt. Her name was Lola, and unlike the song, she was all woman. She was about 5'5" with auburn hair and a slender build. She had medium size tits, not anything that you would find striking immediately, but certainly nothing you would scoff at. We talked and drank for several hours and through our gestures and looks, the sexual tension continued to rise. We danced some slow songs, and my hand traveled down to the top of her ass without protest. A little after midnight I asked her if she wanted to go for a walk to which she agreed, and within the hour we found ourselves back at my apartment. I began kissing her immediately after we walked through the door, and her breathing immediately got heavier and more frantic. After a few minutes, I led her by the hand into the bedroom, faced her and lifted her dress over her head and off revealing a sexy black lace matching bra and thong panties. I took her bra covered titties into my mouth as I held her firm ass with both hands. She held the back of my head with both hands as sighs escaped her mouth. I laid her back on the bed and slid her panties off before going to work on her pussy with my tongue. In a few minutes she began bucking against my face and wrapped her legs around my head. When her orgasm had subsided, I laid her back again and slid my rock-hard cock into her warm slippery cunt. Fucking her slowly at first, I felt every spasm and twitch in her pussy as she rose to meet my thrust. "Oh yes..Yesss, Oh that's it Baby, that's it.... Yes..YESSS, Oh, Fuck MEEEEE, Fuck Me, Fuck ME, FUCK MEEEEEE...." I kept a steady pace for several minutes and my thrusts were met with groans each time. When I felt my cum begin boiling up, I rose up supporting my upper body with my hands and began hammering into her in earnest. Her groans became more intense and eventually turned into little screams until I emptied my cum into her seething pussy. After we dozed off for a little bit, she said she had to go, so I dressed and walked her back to her car and by the time I watched her speed away, I was sporting another huge erection thinking about what had just been captured on tape. I rushed back to my apartment and was pleased to find the system had worked perfectly. I rewound the tapes and watched all 5 of them front to end which took about 25 minutes apiece. I searched each one for the best angles, and began working on the editing. I was so engrossed in my work, that when finally had a finished product that captured the facial expressions, the sounds, and the body positions that I thought best, it was around ten in the morning. I ran this tape through my main system and found that watching myself fuck this woman on the big screen in surround sound was extremely erotic. I found myself jerking off and blowing my load just as I drilled it into Lola with her encouragement on the screen in front of me. I would have to make a few technical adjustments to my recording system as far as the positioning of the cameras and mikes were concerned and also add another camera to get a low level angle which I thought would produce better results. Overall though, I was very satisfied with my first effort. I burned the video to disc then locked it in my fire safe in the bedroom closet. Over the next few months, I continued to bring women into my video lair each with a different purpose in mind. Some I was trying to capture a good cum shot with (achieving marginal results) and I even managed anal sex with one. I had a collection of about a dozen videos in the fire safe and each was technically and graphically better than the last. I found that since I knew I was being recorded during sex I was more animated and dramatic in my actions. I also went out of my way to entice more vocals out of my partners which produced even better results. I reviewed the video continuously and always searched for ways to improve them but I found that I was running out of ideas since I was operating only on my own base of knowledge. With that in mind, I stopped by an adult bookstore and picked up a few higher quality porn videos with different themes. I figured that if you were going for anal action or money shots the filming techniques would be different than if you were just trying to capture straight out fucking. Although I have to admit that it was rather pleasant research, a thorough review of these tapes did produce a good many more ideas and I continued to refine my procedures. "Oh, OH..OHhh I don't knowww..OHHHHH." "Relax, Baby, it'll be fine. Trust me, You'll love this." "But it...OHHHHH, it hurOhhhhhh." "You're too tight, Baby, relax..That's it, Yeah... Oh yeah...MMMMM Baaby feel my cock up your ass, doesn't that feel good now." "Ohh, yeah, MMMM. Oh that IS goo..OHH yeah." "Oh Baby, I'm gonna cum." "Oh, do it...DO it, shoot your cum in my ass." I watched the images on the big screen as I pummeled this woman's ass. It was my best achievement to date, and I had gotten great video of it. The woman was a little older, around thirty. A real looker, with short blonde hair, nice size boobs and a very tight ass, she was back out on the town after a nasty divorce, and willing to try new things. I, of course took immediate advantage of this and led her to believe that anal sex was just as common as vaginal. I didn't cum in her ass like she asked, I pulled out and shot a big load up her back with 4 cameras catching that action while 2 other caught the expression on her face. It was now nearly 7 A.M. as I finished the editing and copying to disc and I wanted nothing more than a few hours of sleep. I shoved my porno videos I had been using for camera angle research back on the one of the lower shelves of the video rack in the living room the took the new disc to the bedroom where it joined 20 or so others in the fire safe before collapsing in bed. It slept much of the Sunday away, then went to the gym for a while, got something to eat, watched some TV, and fell back asleep so I could get a fresh start to the week. I never gave those porno videos in the living room a second thought. An Eye on the Housekeeper Ch. 01 I decided to lay off the carousing for a while and concentrate on work before I started letting things slip. One evening about 2 weeks later, I was laying on the couch watching a movie when I noticed the pornos on the bottom rack. Not wanting to leave them in the living room any longer I got grabbed them from the bottom rack to and started walking to the bedroom when I noticed that the two of the titles were in the wrong boxes. I knew I had been very tired when I put them away, but given my work, it is second nature for me to check titles against their case. I thought about this for a while and the only explanation besides my being delirious had to have been that someone else had had them out of their cases. Doris was the only other person who had been in the apartment since that night. I put the videos back in the bottom rack and thought bout this for a while. I pictured Doris looking through the videos for something to borrow when she sees these titles. Maybe she had always been curious about pornos, but couldn't borrow because of what I might think about her if I noticed they were gone. She would have had to have watched them in my apartment. I wondered if she had seen pornos before if she had been totally about how graphically sex was displayed. How long did she tell me she had been divorced? Did she have an active social life? The image of her coming across these titles, being initially shocked, then curious then finally gathering the courage plug them into my system was very intriguing to me. I could imagine this older woman sitting watching the vivid sex scenes play out in front of her, becoming aroused and fearful at the same time that I might walk in the door at any minute. Sex and fear is a powerful combination at times. She must have felt like a teenager necking in the backseat of her boyfriend's car afraid that her father would catch her. Either that or I just put them in the wrong case. It wasn't like me to do that but the idea of Doris watching these videos was so far fetched and non-compliant with my image of her that it was almost sure it had to have been my error. I was still so intrigued though that I had to know. I put the tapes back in the wrong boxes as I had found them and replaced them in the bottom rack. I then took 4 very thin pieces of splicing tape and ran a piece from each video to the bottom of the rack. A person couldn't see the splicing tape when looking at the video rack but if the tapes were removed, the splicing tape would be broken. The next day was Tuesday and I knew Doris would be back in the apartment. I found myself distracted for a majority of the day wanting to get home and see if the tape had been moved. That night, I found, to my disappointment, that the tapes had been undisturbed. I really didn't know why I was disappointed, and I wondered what I would have done if I found that Doris had moved them. In any case, I left them in the rack with the splicing tape still in place. This went on for two weeks, and I was convinced that either I had placed them in the wrong case or if Doris had looked at them, she had satisfied her curiosity or was revolted by them. When I came home that Friday however, I found that the tapes had been moved. It was unmistakable because not only were all four pieces of splicing tape broken, the tapes had been replaced in the proper cases. Now I was seriously intrigued and strangely aroused. Had she watched them or merely picked them up and realized that she had placed them in the wrong cases. I had to know what she was doing. I made another trip to the electronics store and by 11:00 that night I had 2 more small cameras mounted very discreetly in the living room wired to another motion detector. The next Tuesday when I returned home I was very anxious to see what the cameras had caught. I knew I would have a couple hours of video with nothing more than her cleaning, but I hoped there would be more. I rewound one of the tapes, and settled onto the couch to see what Doris had done in my apartment that day. The image came on as Doris was closing the door behind her. Although I had numerous video of women getting fucked by me while they didn't know they were being taped, this felt strangely more voyeuristic and exciting. I watched as Doris moved around the apartment vacuuming, and dusting. After a few minutes, she stopped and dug a Walkman out of her bag, clipped it to pocket of her tight jeans and put on the headphones. In a few minutes, she was bobbing to the music slightly as she went about her chores and I watched her boobs jiggle slightly under her loose fitting T-shirt. She disappeared from the camera for extended amounts of time as she did work in the bathrooms and bedroom so I fast forwarded to the point she returned. Even though there was nothing provocative about what she was doing I found my dick getting hard just watching her move around. When she had finally finished her work and packed up her supplies, Doris walked to the video rack. I sat up on the couch and watched intently as she ran her finger over the videos studying the titles. She selected 2 and started to walk to her cart when she stopped, bent over and looked at the pornos on the bottom rack. She seemed to cast a glance around the room, then she held one finger to her lips as though thinking. I was sure she was going to reach for the pornos when she suddenly checked the time on her watch, stood up straight, put the videos she already had in her cart and left the apartment. As I stared at the empty apartment on the video screen, I realized my heart was beating faster, and I wondered why this older woman had me so excited. Each Tuesday and Friday, I rushed home to see that day's video of Doris even though she had never gone near the pornos after that first day. I realized that she must have just taken them out of their case at some point and really didn't have any interest in them, but my voyeurism was taking on a life of its own and I was excited just watching her bounce around my apartment unaware that she was being watched. On particular Friday my whole perception of Doris changed. I had rushed home as usual for a Friday, changed into some gym shorts and a T-shirt and rewound that day's tape noticing that it was longer than usual. The first thing I noticed was that Doris showed up earlier than usual. She did her cleaning efficiently but a little more quickly than usual. I assumed she had something planned for later that day and had to finish quickly. She finished what normally took her about an hour in just under 40 minutes and when she had all of her supplies packed on the cart she wheeled it to the door then stopped. She walked to the video rack, and my heart started pounding as she went directly for the pornos on the bottom shelf. Without hesitating, she pulled all four of them out and studied them for a few minutes before selecting one and walking to the video unit. She turned it on, picked up the remote, then before sitting on the couch precisely where I was sitting now, she had walked to the front door, threw the deadbolt and pushed her cart in front of it. She pushed the play button on the remote and leaned forward intently. I couldn't see what was on the screen, but my dick got harder and harder as I watched eyes get wider and the expressions change on her face. After about 10 minutes of wide-eyed staring, I was thrilled to see Doris begin to move her hand to her boobs and slowly start to massage them. Her eyes glued to the video, her rubbing got more and more intense. My cock was raging as Doris' other hand traveled between her legs and started rubbing her pussy through her jeans. I watched intently, my cock straining against my shorts and suddenly I saw what I never would have expected. Doris, flushed with excitement, unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. I could see her start to massage her clit through her panties, and her boobs moved rhythmically up and down as her breathing got heavier. Doris' hand was moving faster and faster over her clit as she began pinching her nipples. I unconsciously moved my hand inside my shorts and grabbed my straining cock. Doris suddenly lifted her hips and slid her jeans and panties down her legs. I watched in wide-eyed disbelief as this old matron spread her legs wantonly and feverishly rubbed her slit. She began jamming 2 fingers into her cunt and soon her eyes rolled and her hips lifted off the couch. Her ample thigh slammed together and her hips jerked spasmodically upward as an orgasm raged through her. She was gripping one of her tits tightly and clenching her hand between her legs, ass frozen a few inches off the sofa as the last tremors of her orgasm rolled through her when my cock began to spurt a massive load of cum. I sat flabbergasted at both the image in the screen, and what my own level of excitement had caused. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. As my heartbeat slowed and I watched Doris gather herself together, replace the videos, and leave the apartment, a plan began to form in my mind. An Eye on the Housekeeper Ch. 02 It would have been possible for me to put my plan into action right then, but I had bigger and better ideas. Another trip to the electronics store yielded the equipment that I needed. Another micro-camera was placed discreetly in the midst of my electronics equipment directly in front of the sofa. This would yield a low angle frontal view of the user. Another camera was placed above the bar in the kitchen which would give a view from behind that would show the user as well as what was playing on the video monitor. I wired the video recording units to the power switch on the main playing unit which Doris would use. The final touch was set another machine to record what was being played on the monitor so I could later see what was on the screen and the actions of the user at the same time. After several hours of work, I was satisfied that all the equipment worked properly and that all the cameras were satisfactorily inconspicuous. When all was set, I couldn't help replaying the video of Doris getting herself off. As I watched her thighs slap together, and hips buck off the sofa, my dick was rock hard and I desperately hoped I could pull this off. I figured that Doris may only dare to watch the videos every couple of weeks, so I set my mind for a long wait. I was pleasantly surprised when I returned home the next Tuesday, and opened up the recording cabinet to find that the tapes connected to the video system had been recorded on. It took several hours to compile the multiple videos to get this scene: As with the last tape, Doris had arrived early and hurried quickly through her chores. As she finished up and moved her cart towards the door, it was apparent that she was moving with pre-determined intent. This wasn't an idea that came up on the spur of the moment, she had been thinking about this for a while. She placed the cart in front of the door again, presumably to give herself additional time to get herself together if I came home unexpectedly, then she too a small feather duster with her as she walked to the video rack. Doris took the pornos from the bottom rack, examined them for a moment, selected one and walked to the video machine. After turning on the video machine and inserting the video, she returned to the couch. Her left hand immediately went to her right breast as she raised the remote to start the tape. Her face was already flush, and it was apparent that she knew what scene or scenes she was looking for. The tape was fast-forwarded through the ads and FBI Warning and even through the first couple of scenes. I found it interesting to see the scene that she stopped at. It was a woman who spent considerable time masturbating before being surprised by a man. As the scene unfolded with the woman rubbing her tits and pussy through her clothes, Doris seemed to follow along. As the woman on the screen rubbed her nipples, Doris flicked her own and massaged her ample boobs through the ever present loose T-shirt. The woman on the screen got heavily into it and removed her pants and panties. Doris' breathing was heavy, her slight belly pushing against her T-shirt and retracting. The woman on the screen was now naked and I was surprised when Doris lifted her own shirt over her head. Her boobs appeared heavy, bound in the white, silky cups of her bra. Her thick belly sagged slightly over the belt line of her jeans and her stomach continued to contract and expand with her heavy breathing. She continued to massage her boobs with one hand while she undid her pants with the other. The free hand was unceremoniously jammed down her pants and began working heavily on her clit. As the woman on the screen was bringing herself to orgasm, Doris was getting close herself. Her thighs clamped together again and there were a couple of quick intakes of breath as her ass bucked slightly from the sofa. All this was expected as I had seen it before, but what happened next completely shocked and thoroughly aroused me. As the man entered the room on the screen surprising the woman, Doris lifted her ass and pushed her jeans and panties around her ankles again. The woman on the video began sucking the mans cock and Doris seductively sucked two of her own fingers while two fingers of her other hand were busily working in and out of her snatch. Finally the man on the screen pushed the woman down lifted her legs over his shoulders and plunged his cock into her pussy. As soon as he drove his rod home, I watched wide-eyed as Doris reached for her duster and slipped the stubby handle into her own pussy. As the fucking continued on the screen, Doris fucked her self faster and faster with the duster while pinching and pulling her nipples with the other hand. Her thighs clamped together and her ass raised off the couch with her face contorted in intense pleasure. Her body jerked time and again as it was racked with wave after wave of orgasm. Her pleasure seemed to subside momentarily then the man on the screen who had been pounding his partners pussy mercilessly, lifted his cock to her face and across her cheek and into her hair. Seeing this, Doris came again, this time clamping her legs together so tightly that she couldn't move the duster if she had wanted to. Her body rolled sideways on the sofa and jerked uncontrollably and I actually see her juices run down her leg from behind. Doris lay still on the sofa for a few minutes then as her breathing subsided to somewhat normal; she slipped to the floor on her hands and knees. This looked to be an effort to keep more of her juices from landing on my sofa. She stopped the video and just sat looking at the blank screen for a few minutes. Finally, she stood and pulled up her panties and jeans, but when she bent to retrieve her bra, her knees buckled slightly and she had to sit down on the couch. The thing that struck me most was the incredible smile and look of satisfaction she had on her face. She soon got herself together, finished dressing, replace the videos, and after rinsing the duster off, took it back to the cart. She returned with a rag and with her face still flush gave the leather sofa a few cursory wipes before taking another look another look around the apartment pushing her cart out the door. I couldn't believe what I had just seen. I knew I had just seen something that had never been intended for anyone's eyes, something so private that I doubted that she ever allowed another living person to see it. My cock was raging. I was so attracted to this woman that I had to make this plan work. It took me about another hour or so to finish what I had to do to complete this plan, then I burned a finished copy of the video to CD, and made four tape copies. One at a time, I opened the porno video cassettes as well as the ones I had just made and switched the tapes. I could have just taped over them but I still wanted to keep them for research. I placed the tapes that still had the porno labels back in their respective boxes and replaced them in the bottom rack. I placed the burned CD with the rest of my library in the fire safe, but it didn't stay there. It was a long time until Friday and I watched that video many time in anticipation. Friday Morning finally arrived and I took care of the last thing that I had to do before Doris was to arrive. I placed a small sticky note on the cassette tapes that read simply "Doris" An Eye on the Housekeeper Ch. 03 About 10:30 on Friday morning, the motion detector cameras switched on as Doris entered the apartment. Things began as normal with Doris starting to unload cleaning supplies from the cart and busying her self with straightening up the living room. She suddenly stopped when she saw the note on the pornos. The expression on her face was borderline between panic and desperation. She picked up the tapes and examined them unsure of what to do. She sat on the couch for a few minutes with the videos lying on the coffee table and obviously had a million things running through her mind. Was she going to get fired? Did anyone else know? What did anyone know? Had Peter just seen somehow that she had been watching them or that they had been disturbed? Had she somehow damaged them? She sat on the sofa just looking at the videos for several minutes then finally decided that there was only one thing to do. Doris took the video that was marked like the last one she had watched, plugged it into the video unit and sat down on the sofa with the remote. She stared at the blank screen for what seemed like an eternity, her breaths coming rapidly and her heart pounding. With those million things still running through her mind, she finally pushed play. The screen switched from blue to the beginning of the video that Doris had expected to see. For a few minutes the scene ran as normal, and Doris visibly relaxed but her slightly lined face still showed confusion. If there was nothing wrong with the tape, why the note? Then the image changed. Doris' face suddenly lost it's color when she saw herself sitting in the sofa feverishly rubbing her tits while an inset picture showed the female porn star feeling her self up. Doris looked quickly around as if expecting to see someone else in the apartment while her mind tried to reregister what was happening. She continued to keep looking around the room, perhaps to find the camera but kept getting drawn back to the screen as it continued to change. On the screen the image now showed her with her hand jammed down the front of her pants and a frenzied intense look on her face. The look on her face at the moment was anything but intense, her color was ashen and her expression was more of the mortified category. The scenes continued to change showing different angles of Doris, sometime with an inset in the screen to show what she had been watching, sometimes from the rear so the video screen could be seen in the background. By the time her image on the screen had pushed her pants around her ankles, the shot was low level from the front and Doris was now glued to the images as she watched herself lewdly jam the duster handle in and out of her splayed pussy. Slowly a more resigned look cam across her face as she watched the drama play out, then gradually she became more interested. He had obviously gone to a lot of effort with this video and there could only be one reason; he must have liked what he saw. She wondered if it excited him. What had he done when he first saw these pictures? She was becoming oddly aroused watching herself masturbate on television and knowing that someone else had seen it too. Her pussy began to get moist and she resisted the temptation to rub it for fear that she was being taped again. The female porn star was now getting fucked hard from behind and the image showed herself jamming the duster feverishly into her cunt. Doris' hand unconsciously traveled to her pussy while she became more and more engrossed in the video. When she finally realized that she was frigging herself again she stopped momentarily, but then continued, after all, what could it hurt? Her video image was now cumming hard on the screen, and she grinding the heel of her hand hard against her clit watching it, her breathing ragged. Suddenly, the image changes again and Doris froze with her mouth agape. She could still see the image of herself in the throes of orgasm in the background, but the shot was from behind the couch and it wasn't her head that she saw the back of.. "Oh my God," she thought, is that Peter?" The image switched to a frontal view with an inset, and Doris was shocked beyond the belief to see Peter sitting on the couch stark naked stroking his cock while the inset showed her fucking herself with the duster. She watched intently as Peter's gaze was locked on the screen and he steadily stroked his rigid cock. As her image on the screen brought herself closer to orgasm, peter stroked faster and his look was more intense, almost hungry. She started rubbing her pussy again, harder and faster this time watching this young man with the hard body masturbate to the images of her masturbating. It was enough to boggle her mind, but the bottom line was that he obviously found this exciting and she was definitely excited now. She unbuttoned her pants and stuffed her fingers down her panties and desperately worked two fingers into her cunt. She frigged herself faster as the image of herself now collapsed on the couch and the image of Peter was obviously very close to cumming himself.. Suddenly, the image of Peter stood up from the couch, one hand still grasping his large hard cock. He turned to face the camera, smiled and crooked his finger in a beckoning motion then tuned and disappeared down the hall. The screen went blank. Doris sat dumbfounded for at least a solid minute absolutely unsure of what to do. She stared at the blank screen with her fingers still in her cunt. She looked at the entrance to the hallway, then around the apartment then back to the hall. Finally she stood, pulled her hand from her pants and walked slowly down the hall to Peter's bedroom door. It was slightly ajar, and with her heart beating as though it would come through her chest, she slowly pushed open the door. I had heard the video go off from the bedroom where I had waited all morning. I stood next to the bed completely naked, my rock hard jutting lewdly out in front of me, looking for all intents and purposes just as I had on the video. I heard Doris step slowly down the hall, and when the door began to open, I thought my heart would burst through my chest. When the door opened, I saw her standing in the door, pants unbuttoned and her mouth still open in disbelief as to what was happening. I smiled broadly at her and crooked my finger. Her expression softened and she started walking towards me. She stopped and started to say something while pointing towards the living room. I stepped quickly to her and held my finger to her lips. She turned to face me and I quickly took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. She responded quickly and passionately, grabbing the back of my head and running her hand up and down my back. I broke the kiss and lifted her T-shirt over her head. I ran my hand over her silk-clad tits and her knees buckled slightly. Reaching behind her I released her bra and her gorgeous tits spilled out. They were heavy and sagged slightly but they were large and form. My mouth went immediately to them. I circled the nipples with my tongue and then sucked as much as I could into my mouth. Moans were escaping Doris' lips now and as I pushed her back on the bed she said in a desperate gasp "Oh Please..It's been so long." I kissed my way down her stomach and as I reached her panties, she bucked her hips against my face. I couldn't believe this, she was cumming and I hadn't even touched her pussy yet. She wasn't about to let me take my time. As she regained herself, she wiggled from under me and desperately pulled her pants and panties off. She lay splayed on the bed her pussy glistening. Her ample tits spilled to the side and her thick torso looked amazingly inviting. Without hesitation, she reached up grabbed my cock and gently pulled me down to her guiding it straight to her hot cunt. "Oh Please, do it. Fuck me hard." I pushed easily into her slippery hole and the response was amazing. I felt her pussy spasm and watch watched another orgasm rack her body. Without waiting for her to stop cumming, I began fucking her in earnest. "Oh yes..yesss Yesss, Oh that's it Oh FUCK MEEEEE." I drilled hard into her watching her tits bounce and her body ripple. She arched her back to meet my thrusts and I could swear that the entire time she simply evolved from one orgasm to the next. I lifted my self up on my hands and pounded hard into her. Her pussy gripped me hard once more and suddenly she literally screamed and I felt a torrent of juice release from her pussy. Her body shook uncontrollably and I spewed an incredible load into her before collapsing on her still heaving chest.