The Daring Naughty Sleepover 6

The Daring Naughty Sleepover 6 (ff, Mff, exhibitionist, voyeur)

Summary – Cindy and Stacy start their new job cleaning for Mr. Wilson.

Previous Chapter Summary – The two young girls continue their naughty sleepover. Teasing boys and putting on a nighttime show for their neighbor, Mr. Wilson.

Note – This is a work of Fiction, make-believe and sexual fantasy. It is not based on real people or actual events. You must be 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 in real life. It is OK to have fantasies, but turning a fantasy into reality can destroy lives. Don’t be a dick with other people’s lives!

“Ding Dong!”

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“Ding Dong!”

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“Who the fuck is ringing the doorbell this early?” Cindy asked, putting down her toast. She was sitting at the kitchen counter with her friend Stacy. The two sexy teenagers were wearing only their panties, knowing they still had some time alone before their daring, naughty, sleepover came to an end.

“Could it be your mom and dad already?” Stacy asked. She tried to cover her cone shaped breasts with her arms, but one large protruding nipple escaped.

“No, definitely not. They wouldn’t ring the bell, silly.” Cindy dismissed the thought, thinking of all the new skimpy clothes, shoes, lingerie, and sex toys laying on the floor of her bedroom. She stood up quickly, making her large, soft, breasts jiggle slightly. She covered he tits as best she could and walked to the living room to peek out of the window. Stacy followed her, hunched over low, trying to remain unseen.

“It’s Mr. Wilson!” Cindy said, peering through the curtains. “OMG!”

“What the fuck is he doing here?” asked Stacy.

“Probably wants to look at our tits again,” Cindy said, straighten up with relief. “Just a second!” she yelled loudly. “Stacy,” she hissed, “Let’s go get on some clothes, quick!”

Stacy stood still, unmoved. “It’s Mr. Wilson, Cindy,” Stacy said. “He’s seen your big, fat, tits more times than your momma.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right!” Cindy said. Then she added, “He’s seen a lot more than my big, fat, titties!” She cupped her large, soft breasts, remembering Stacy fucking her with the strap-on last night while he spied on them.

Cindy’s next door neighbor, Mr. Wilson, was a kind, older man who had lost his wife years ago. They had recently agreed to a business proposition where they would clean his house and get paid extravagantly for it – if they let him look at their tight young bodies while dressed in their sexy new clothes. All the new stuff in Cindy’s room was purchased on his credit card, and last night they had put on a very special show for him with the promise of even more money.

It was only yesterday morning, about this same time, when he had his first view of the two, sexy teenage girls. They were naked and thought they were invisible behind the large picture window facing the street. Then, he caught them walking around dressed like cheap sluts and whores and ended up driving them to the mall, with the promise of new clothes, while the two young teenagers flashed him their tits and naked pussies.

The girls liked his lecherous attention; it made them feel sexy and desirable, and it gave them a thrill and a sense of feminine power, knowing they could give men and boys hard-ons whenever they wanted to (and, they always wanted to).

Cindy and Stacy walked to the door and opened it wide; uninhibited, and proudly showing off their young bodies. Mr. Wilson looked at the gorgeous teenagers a moment before quickly stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

Stacy toyed with her nipples while smiling at him. They had already earned a couple hundred dollars each from him, plus all stuff from the mall, and she wanted to keep him happy. Chuck smiled back at her, looked at her gorgeous tits, then Cindy’s. He cleared his throat.

“Your mom and dad wanted me to check up on you guys. They’ve been trying to reach you all morning, Cindy.”

“I didn’t hear my phone ringing. Oh no! Where’s my phone, Stacy?” Cindy asked, panicked. While she went to look for it, Stacy dialed her number using her own phone. Cindy heard it buzzing from the couch cushions. “Oh, there it is!” she said, relieved. “I remember now. I tossed it after the phone call with Kevin!”

“Who’s Kevin?” Mr. Wilson asked. He was curious. He didn’t think they were allowed to have boyfriends.

“Just a boy at school,” Cindy said, avoiding the topic.

“We pranked called him last night, Mr. Wilson,” Stacy said, playing with her big, fat nipples again until they were hard. “We got him to jack-off over the phone… again…,” she said coyly.

“Stacy!” Cindy said.

“It’s only Mr. Wilson. He’s cool,” Stacy said. “Right, Mr. Wilson?”

“Call me Chuck, or Uncle Chuck,” he reminded them. “Yeah, I’m cool.”

“Wanna know what else we did?” Stacy asked.

“Stacy…,” warned Cindy.

“We gave the pizza delivery guy a boner!” Stacy exclaimed. “And the Chinese food guy!”

“On purpose?” Chuck asked.

“Of course,” Stacy said.

“It’s fun giving guys boners!” Cindy added, now toying with her nipples too.

“You girls are something else,” Mr. Wilson chuckled. “You’ve given me a lot of them.” These two teenagers were going to be a lot of fun.

“Oh, I spoke to your mother, Cindy. She said it was OK with her if you clean my house for me. I lied and told her I paying you guys $20 a week, each. She thought it was too much, but I insisted, especially with doing my laundry and walking my dog.”

“Thanks Chuck!” Cindy gave Mr. Wilson a kiss on the cheek. Stacy followed. Mr. Wilson gave them both an affectionate hug, feeling their firm, youthful, nakedness pressed against him. He sighed when they pulled away. Both girls looked down at his crotch and stared. He was sporting a very noticeable bulge. They grinned at each other.

Cindy never noticed how good looking Chuck was before, eying him up and down. His stomach was flat, he had firm muscles, a nice dick, and the little bit of grey at his temples made him look very handsome and distinguished.

“Oh, speaking of boners, thanks for the show last night,” he said, looking each girl with his eyes sparkling. Cindy blushed. Stacy beamed.

Stacy wanted to get him harder. “Do we get a tip, Uncle Chuck?” Stacy asked, flicking her nipples and then rubbing her crotch. “A bit, fat, tip…?”

Mr. Wilson considered that he would love to give them both a big, fat, dick, as he stared at Stacy. She was ready for some hard dick, he thought. She was so daring, sexual, and loved to tease. Then, he composed himself. He reached into his back pocket. “Of course you do! Here!” He flashed them a thick wad of bills. “Thanks for the great show!” He said, as he peeled off $500 in crisp $100 bills. “You two were fantastic!”

“Wow!” Stacy said.

“Holy fuck, Uncle Chuck!” Cindy exclaimed.

“What else can we do for you, Uncle Chuck?” Stacy smiled coyly.

Cindy knew there were a whole lot of things Uncle Chuck might want them to do.

“Well, how about cleaning my house, for starters, like we talked about? Your folks won’t be home until late this afternoon, so come over about lunchtime. Bring any of the new things you want to hide from your parents and you can stash them at my place.”

“Can we earn another tip?” Stacy asked, wetting her finger and tracing around her nipples and then blowing on them until they were even harder. Her nipples where huge and taut, sitting on top of her small cone shaped breasts like big, sweet, cherries.

“Absolutely,” Chuck said. “Like I told you before, I have plenty of money, but no pretty girls to look at and share it with.”

Stacy walked over to Cindy and began bouncing Cindy’s fat breasts up and down.

“Stacy!” Cindy hissed, trying to push her away. Stacy giggled and pinched Cindy’s nipples. Cindy sighed, put down her arms and let Stacy show off for Uncle Chuck. Her titties flopped, bounced and jiggled. Chuck smiled. Cindy winked at him and blew him a kiss.

The girls knew they were having an effect on him. Two sexy, young, girls dressed only in their panties? They looked down at his crotch and discovered his cock was fully hard in his pants now. It was big and fat, snaking down his left leg.

“Ok, see you at noon!” he said, reluctant to leave. “Oh, and call your parents – both of you. Stacy, if you need a ride home or anything, let me know.” He left and closed the door behind him.

“Did you see the size of his dick?” Cindy asked her friend. “It was like, this big!” she held out her hands, estimating his size.

“It’s even bigger up close!” Stacy squealed. “Boner number thirteen! Or is it fourteen?”

“I forget,” Cindy said, “There has been so many boners lately!”

“That’s a good thing, right?” Stacy said.

“Right!”

They giggled.

After finishing their breakfast, they called their parents, hung out a while, and then packed their stuff. They took another long shower together, dried their hair, and put on some fresh make-up. Then, it was almost time to visit Mr. Wilson.

”What should we wear?” Stacy asked.

“Well, if we are really going to clean, something sensible. If we are just going over there to give Uncle Chuck another hard-on, we should wear something sexy.” She thought about it some more. “Just put on some sexy underwear for now,” Cindy decided. “We can change when we get there.”

“That should give him another boner,” Stacy said, imagining her and Cindy changing in front of Mr. Wilson. She was already getting wet.

The girls walked next door carrying their bags and rang the doorbell. Mr. Wilson quickly answered and invited the girls inside his home. Cindy and Stacy smiled at him, feeling a little embarrassed about what they were going to do. Mr. Wilson made them feel very comfortable and safe, showed them around his house and then led them to his spare bedroom overlooking Cindy’s bedroom window.

“Wow, what a view!” Stacy said, peering out the window and looking down onto Cindy’s bedroom. Her bed was perfectly framed below the window. She had no doubt Mr. Wilson saw every detail of their lovemaking session last night. She inspected the window pane for splattered drops of cum before turning back smiling.

“I certainly enjoyed the view last night,” Mr. Wilson said.

“I know you did,” Stacy said giggling. “You missed a spot!”

“Ahem,” Mr. Wilson cleared his throat uncomfortably and said, “Girls, this is your room for whenever you want to use it. And of course, to store your things.” He opened his arms and pointed out the closet, the dresser, and of course, the bed. He knew the girls would also need some privacy for their sexual trysts, away from the prying eyes and ears of their parents. “Here is a house-key for each of you.” He handed them the keys to his home. “You can use it anytime, just tell your parents you are walking my dog or something.”

“Where is your little dog?” Cindy asked. “He’s so cute!”

“Fred is in the backyard for now,” Mr. Wilson said.

“Uncle Chuck,” Cindy said, putting down her bags and accepting the key, “How much cleaning are we going to do for you?”

“Well, you’re getting paid to clean, do the laundry, and do…, uh…, other things, right?”

“Right.” Cindy and Stacy agreed.

“So, for starters, how about you vacuum the carpets, dust the furniture and wash and dry my dirty clothes?” Chuck said.

“Sounds fair,” replied Cindy.

“Great!