Naomi asked Nils if it would be all right if she did today’s dusting wearing just her apron and stockings. “My skirt is in the wash,” she explained.

Nils said that dusting in just her apron and stockings would be perfectly fine.

“Oh no!” Naomi exclaimed not too long later. “There’s a hole.”

“How could that have happened?” Nils wondered aloud.

With a shy grin, Naomi said she had no idea.

“Maybe I can fix your hole and make it all better,” Nils told her.

Gently but firmly Nils plugged Naomi’s hole and with thorough expertise sealed it with an abundance of kisses.

Story and Illustrations by Mat

Naomi had wore only a sexy apron
Along with stockings she’d put on.
As saucy maids must,
She started to dust,
When a gaping hole she came upon.

Now, it wasn’t a run in her stocking,
But a whole other interesting thing.
Her mouth was the chasm
That gave Nils an orgasm,
After his hard cock began stiffening.

On her knees, Naomi went down.
Her wet tongue and lips went to town
As she gave Nils head.
After which, she said,
“There’s another hole further down.”

Between Naomi’s legs, there was, indeed,
Another hole that was clearly in need
First, Nils used his tongue.
Then, as he was well-hung,
His cock filled her up with his creamy seed.

Poem by Ashley

Naomi came into the room, her duster to the fore. She was wearing her usual cleaning apron, and as was her wont, little else.

“You know, I really appreciate it that you don’t wear pantyhose,” he said. “I like you in stockings,” he added.

“And I like that you don’t wear much of anything,” said Naomi, “especially when I’m dusting.”

“Oh? And why is that?” he asked.

“Well, that’s so you can distract me,” she replied, and promptly dropped to her knees between his. She proceeded to be thoroughly distracted by him.

“Oh, darn,” she said when she finished. “Now look at what I’ve done: I’ve put a hole in my pretty stockings”

“That’s OK,” he said, “now we can see your pretty knees better! And, we can call these your religious stockings”

“Religious?”

“Sure: they’re holey!”

Naomi groaned and hit him with her duster. “Well,” she said, “then you may kneel and worship at all of my holeyness!”

Story by Jon Eugene