Very Well

As you sit there, waiting, anticipating your lovely neighbor's presence, you spark up an idea in your head. You scample through your junk to find the notebook and write it down before you become too busy. And it was all thanks to your little stunt yesterday with that passerby.

Old/New Rule: The governments of the world agreed to found a global organization called the F.B.I.O. Its founding was secretive and is and will remain largely unknown to the wider public. After years of set up and preparation, the F.B.I.O. has begun operations today all across the globe. The Female Body Inspectors Organization was designed to study, record, and monitor the health of women worldwide. They carry badges that display unyielding authority and 90% of women comply with their demands. They are trained medical professionals with proper law enforcement training. Failure to comply with demands may result in detainment, public service, fines, detainment, and other punishments. All procedures and precautions have been thought over and thoroughly taken care of before the F.B.I.O. was allowed to operate. Their duties include:

-Having women strip so they can be examined for any health issues.

-Holding observation tests within their facilities.

-Patrolling the streets to perform random and targeted searches.

-Educating the public on women's health.

-Jurisdiction over promising female detainees awaiting processing and court.

-Recording instances of unique or desirable physical traits.

-Declaring a woman a prime example of beauty and health where she loses the right to wear clothes.

-Displaying all database information (for transparency) on their website including images, videos, and detailed reports.

You were sort of quick, knowing Teresa would be over any minute, and hoped the lack of detail would work itself out. In the following days, you'd make sure to check up on the goings on of your creation. But for now, your focus was on the latina standing on your front porch.

The doorbell rang and you sprung up from your seat like your pants were on fire. You didn't even want to spoil the surprise by spying through the peephole. With a turn of the knob and a gentle pull forward, the light of day poured into your dingy abode. Standing there before you was the joyful face of that beautiful woman, her brown skin shining in the sunlight.

Her dark hair, tied in a bun and hidden by that white headband followed by a face like a goddess and touched up with light makeup. A black tube top, short skirted dress adorned with white frills lay underneath an equally frilly white apron. Black, satin gloves covered her dainty fingers and dark stockings ran up her legs with black and white garters hiding behind the skirt. To finish it off were a pair of shiny black, three inch heels that clicked and clacked with every step.

"James, I love my uniform! Where did you get it?! It's so cute!," Teresa cheered as she jumped into you with a little hug and a soft peck on the cheek. She shuffled inside and freed the sight in front of you of obstruction. Your neighbor, Tom, stood there in awe as he drowned his lawn with the running water from his hose. He'd daydreamed about Teresa since she moved in, masturbating to her every night he wife was too tired. You just smirked as Tersa walked further into your home and you slowly shut the door with dubious intent.

"This is it, Teresa. My palace."

"Oh, dios mio! This place is filthy!," she yelped before performing a quick hail Mary.

"I know. But I'm just so depressed that I could barely get up, let alone clean," you said feigning gloom.

"Don't you worry, James. I'll take care of this for you. You just lay down and rest while I tidy this place up," she said as she guided you to the couch and kneeled down over your chest. "Oh my," she continued as she fanned her face with her hand, "It is quite stuffy in here. But I'll make it work. Call me if you need anything!"

Tersa hopped up and started filling the air with the sounds of her heels. She started off by moving all your crap around so she could make her way throughout the house. Then she went about sweeping and dusting every room. As she reached for the top of a shelf, you caught a glimpse of her white panties hugging her ass from under her tiny skirt. Her lips hummed latin tunes and you rewarded her with a radio set to the local Spanish station. She smiled and took a minute to dance in the kitchen while you watched her body sway to the music.

The next couple of hours were spent with her bent over and kneeling on the floor to scrub and clean the grime from your linoleum. That's when the "heat" started to get to her and the gloves and heels came off. She ran out halfway through and tried to retrieve a can of cleaner from your messy cabinet, but it was wedged in-between some pipes. "James! Could you help me with this? This can is stuck and I need some assistance," Teresa called out.

You entered the kitchen to find her torso deep in the cabinet under the sink, her rear sticking out with her skirt up. Sweat rolled down your face as you found her ass pantiless, cooter and big round cheeks just wiggling there as she struggled.

"Just grab onto my hips and pull," her voice rang out from the cabinet. She didn't need to ask twice as you wrapped yourself around her waist, crotch up against her exposed vagina You waited for her signal and thrust your hips forward as your arms pulled backward. Every attempt resulted in nothing but your hardening dick gliding along the lips of her wettening pussy. By the fifth try, the two of you fell back as the can went flying across the room. While lying on your back, she shifted and turned toward you, her breasts pressing against your chest and her legs spread over your thighs. She looked at you with a seductive smile as she reached for the can behind you and exclaimed, "Got it!," before continuing her work.

You tried to compose yourself, savor the experience, but your hardon had other ideas. An hour later, Tersa popped in with a smile. "Are you hungry, James? Do you want me to make us something for lunch?," she asked. You nodded and she fled to the kitchen to rummage through your fridge and pantry. "James," she yelled, "There is nothing here! This will not do...Get the car, we're going to the store! Come on, come on!" She slipped on her heels once more and practically dragged you out of the house.

At the store, you pushed the cart wherever she went as she clacked about without a care or taking notice of all the attention. Customers could only stare as they watched the sexy maid fill your cart with this and that. Parents shielded the eyes of their children while they couldn't look away. At the checkout, the cashier mouthed, "You lucky bastard," while Teresa was busy loading the cart back up with bags. Further insult was made by her kissing your check with a loud smooch before the two of you loaded up the car and returned home.

Once your fridge and pantry were restocked, and all was laid out for Teresa to make her meal, she stood there with her hands on her hips. "There's just one more thing," she said with a stern expression. Her legs kicked to the sides to send her heels flying before she bent over and removed her stockings. Next her hands flew to her skirt and yanked it down to let her dress swiftly pool at her feet. Another kick sent it into the hallway and now she stood before you dressed only in her white apron, her ass not even covered by the garment. "Better, much cooler," she said with a smile before heating up the stove and pulling pans from the rack.

Half an hour passed into the early midday, and the smell of a traditional Cuban dish filled the air with its mouth watering aroma. The two of you sat together at the now clean kitchen table, ready to dig into Teresa's handiwork. Your mouth may have been busy chewing, but your eyes were fixed on her sweaty breasts staring at you through the window of her apron. She didn't care or didn't notice you gawking at her assets, as she filled her mouth with every tasty bite.

Later, you watched her ass move around as she put away much of your clutter. Then she spent a lot of time in the bathroom, scrubbing it until it was the color it should have been. You decided to check up on her, noticing her apron was hanging from the doorknob as you walked into the bathroom. "Tersa?," you called.

"Over here," she answered from inside the shower. There she was, breasts pressed up against the glass, hand up high wiping every inch with a towel, her brown skin contrasting the white walls behind her. She then turned to squat deeply, back arched and ass out, as she wiped down the lower wall on the other side. Teresa finished the shower, and stepped out to be face to face with your ugly mug. "What do you need, James?"

"Just checking up on you. It's getting pretty late..."

"Oh, you're right! I'll need to get home soon and get some work done. I'm just gonna finish up in here and be on my way...Oh, you don't mind me being naked, do you? It's just so hot and—"

"No, no! It's my fault for not fixing the AC. You just make yourself at home."

"Thank you," she added before giving a cute little spin with her hands together down by her crotch.

You returned to the living room and waited for her to finish, sparking up an idea as you sat. "All done?," you asked as she entered the room with her clothes in hand.

"Yeah, I— Oh my! James!," she cried as her eyes drifted to you. You had removed your sweatpants and started masturbating before she arrived, your erect and reddened cock pulsating with anticipation. "Stop right this instant!," she demanded.

"Sorry, Teresa. It's just—"

"No, no. There is no excuse!," she said as she approached the kneeled before you, "You should have said something. Well, it looks like I have one more thing to take care of before I leave..." Teresa looked over your prick, eyeing up its length and girth as her hand took your place as the base. She stared for a few more awkward seconds before abruptly gobbling up your cock like a madwoman.

Her slobbering and gagging followed your ears and msde your dick somehow more erect. She looked into your eyes the whole time with a passionate gleam that clashed with her masterful blowjob. She'd occasionally lick up the underside and suck on your tip like she was trying to siphon the cum still in your balls. One of her hands was busy fondling your hairy balls while the other gripped your thigh, nails digging slightly into your skin.

She continued the masterclass suck job for several more minutes before you just couldn't handle waiting any longer. She sensed your jizz rising and slipped your rod out from her maw with an audible pop so she could continue licking and jerking as she panted. Your junk tingled and your eyes rolled back as sperm shot out and rained down upon your neighbor who tried to catch it on her tongue like falling snowflakes. Her face was covered in ropes of cum that she licked from her lips and whatever was in tongue range. Teresa then gave your balls a few kisses and a thank you before gathering her things and walking straight out the door.

Outside, Tom was mowing his well kept lawn as his eyes drifted to your opening door. His jaw dropped as his dream girl walked back to her house, naked and covered in your cum. "Hi, Tom!," she waved before retreating to her home without an ounce of shame. His eye went back to your threshold to confirm what he just saw with the sight of your pantsless self nearly passed out on the couch in view.

You mustered up the strength to close the door, legs wobbling from the aftershock of that blowjob. Then you shuffled to the bedroom to fall face first onto the middle of the bed and drift into sleep. Your pants still around your ankles as you dreamed up more rules for that wonderful notebook of yours.