0 comments/ 38244 views/ 4 favorites The Housemaid By: purpleangelica1 Annabel was feeling hungry. It was half past twelve and it was time. Mr. Crawford would be in his sitting room now, the family all having sat down to their own luncheon. It was time for the servants to take their ease, and Annabel finished folding her lady's underthings. The last bit of lace squared away, Annabel found herself rushing down the back stairs towards the ground floor, and Mr. Crawford's sitting room. He would be waiting for her, his blond hair slicked back with pomade, his black uniform perfect, except for the strain at the front. How she hungered for it, that delicious organ hard and weeping for her. She would milk him today, swallowing him down and slobbering on his cock until he spurt into her hungry little mouth. Annabel slowed her pace down the stairs. She must not let her hunger get the best of her today. Her young master was depending upon her. Finally she stood before Mr. Crawford's door. She paused, and scratched lightly before opening the door and slipping in. John Crawford sat in his favorite chair in his small parlor, hard and ready for his noontime servicing. The second housemaid was a sly thing – he did not fool himself into thinking that he was her only service, as her mouth was made for fucking and she seemed to hunger for his cock. She served the eldest son of the house his tea every morning, and no doubt she serviced the young master just as well as she did his father's butler. He rubbed his cock through his trousers at the thought, at the idea of fucking the same mouth that the handsome young master had fucked. Of his spunk and the young master's spunk mixing in the sly housemaid's belly. A scratch announced her, and she slipped in, her dark eyes knowing and not in the least coy. She slinked over to his chair without a word, a lithe little alley cat on the prowl. Without a word, she sank to her knees between his opened legs. Instead of pulling his cock out immediately though, as she usually did, she lowered her eyes and unlaced his shoes. Slipping them off one at a time, she stripped him of his shoes and socks, so his long toes and callused heels were exposed. At her soft bidding, he stood up, fully dressed in his bare feet, his toes curling slightly on the hard wooden floor. His cock was at her mouth level then, but she did not touch it. Instead, she stood as well, and went about quietly and efficiently undressing him, folding and hanging each item of clothing neatly and properly. Soon he was down to his smalls, the linen strained from encasing his engorged prick, the soft fabric damp with precum and stained slightly yellow around the opening from little droplets of piss. She made a husky little noise, almost masculine in pitch and timbre. He quivered in response. She was still fully and properly dressed, but he made no move to similarly undress her. She dropped to her knees again between his feet and slowly pulled on his smalls, inching them down over his buttocks. They caught on his erection, but she smoothly adjusted him and soon he was stepping out of his underthings, completely nude before her. He was not a tall man, short but wide and barrel chested, covered in coarse and wiry light brown hair. His thighs were meaty and likewise furred, but his back and buttocks contained only blond peach fuzz. His sluttish housemaid licked her lips, but made no move to swallow his cock yet, and he wondered at her restraint. Usually she hungered for it, couldn't wait to put his prick into her rapacious little mouth. Without a word, she pushed on his thighs and he sat back on his chair again, the nubbly nap of the raw silk abrading deliciously at his back and legs. He spread his legs, giving her access to his cock, but also displaying his arsehole to her perusal as well. She licked her lips again, and he could tell that she wanted him in her mouth. Instead, she rose up slightly on her knees and place first one, then the other of his legs upon the arms of his chair. His breath began to saw in and out of his chest, the furred expanse heaving a bit. His head fell back and his eyes closed as he adjusted his ass to be closer to the edge of the chair. He was exposed completely, his ass open to her as it had been to no one since his brief affair with the butcher's son, before he went into service fifteen years ago. He trembled in an agony of exposure and desire – his sly housemaid had unmanned him and all he could do was hook his legs around the chair arms, hoping and praying that he wouldn't have to beg her. He let out an unwilling growl that turned into a little moaning noise by accident. Beg. That's what he would do. Beg her to lick his arsehole, which was flexing and opening like a hungry little mouth itself. Beg her to put her fingers in him, to suck him. Oh god, beg her to do anything she liked. But he didn't have to say word. Crawford felt her breath on his balls, on his arsehole, and on the sensitive bit of flesh between the two. It was there that he first felt her tongue, on that small in-between place, and with the soft warmth of saliva and mouth, he moaned again, softly, and without a growl. Oh yes. She tongued her way up, tracing the seam between his cods with just the tip of her tongue, lightly, maddeningly. Then she took one of those small round balls into her mouth and sucked gently, then licking with the flat of her tongue, then surrounding his cod with her mouth. She did the same to the other. Then she licked her way down to his clenching hole and rimmed it with her flexible tongue, and he felt himself begin to unravel, slowly but inexorably. Annabel licked round the lovely little hole of the top servant of Eastmore, Mr. John Crawford, and felt both desire and triumph. He was hers this afternoon, and soon he would belong the young master, just as she did. Anna gave herself over to his delicious ass, wiggling her tongue into his hole, sucking and slurping, and even chewing a bit on the rim. She buried her nose in his furry crack and smelled that musky, slightly acrid odor of helplessly aroused male. She squirmed a bit as she devoured his ass, her own pussy was creaming and her clit cried out for its own friction. But she resisted – she would not get herself off until he was spurting down her throat. And she was determined to milk him before he spurt. She slowed her ravenous mouth, pulling the intensity back so that she only licked round his hole, inserting her tongue up his arse every few rounds. Freed of the paralyzing power of her onslaught, his hips began to flex and move, pushing his ass toward her mouth as she penetrated him with her tongue. Oh yes. She knew what he wanted now. He wanted more penetration, deeper. Annabel decided to oblige him, as she too felt the overwhelming desire to embed herself into him, seeking that small place inside each man that would push out those thick ropes of prejactulate into her waiting mouth. Annabel moved her mouth up to his cods again, and sent her thumb questing into his slick hole. It slid in easily, drawing another breathy moan from Mr. Crawford. She screwed it in and out a few times. Stilling her thumb in his ass, which rhythmically clenched on it, she removed her mouth from his balls and looked up at him spread before her. He was a sluttish sight – one her young master would enjoy, no doubt, but for now, he belonged to her. He was spread wide, his wide body deliciously abandoned, his furred chest slick and slightly matted with sweat. He'd hooked his knees and feet firmly around the arms of the chair for stability and leverage, and he'd also thrown his arms above his head, holding onto the low back of his armchair in a desperate bid to stay upright. His armpits were hairy and exposed, and even over the musk of his ass that still coated her face, she could smell the sweat of his pits. His cock, which she had yet to touch at all, was red and shiny, the foreskin drawn completely back from the head and wrapped around the tip's base like a strangling collar. It was wide and short, like him, thickening substantially at the root. It leaked copiously, and Annabel could smell that too. In fact the whole of the small room simply reeked of his sex and musk, sweat and precum, and the mix of her saliva and his ass. Annabel squirmed at this and she felt her nipples become abraded by the cotton of her chemise. Her thumb was stuck deep in his arse. At the longish pause in which she admired his big, donkey body, he'd begun to thrash a bit, trying to fuck himself on her small thumb, rubbing his body on the chair, searching for friction, searching for more of what he needed her to give him. "Please," he whispered. "Oh, please." Annabel smiled then, smiled her alley cat smile, which was knowing and triumphant. Oh, yes, she enjoyed controlling a man's body this way. There were only a few men who could control her, her nasty, lusty temperament. And Mr. Crawford was not one. Oh, no, he would be a slave to her, a slave to what she could make his body feel. She knew that he liked men for the most part, but a man in service could not go seeking out such things, could not even go seeking out a woman really. So he had succumbed easily to her cocksucking skills, though he never returned the favor, never asked to see her tits or stuck his fingers in her quim. But she was a hungry kitty, and she loved his big wide cock, and the taste of him spurting down her throat. "Say it again," she purred. "Tell me what you want me to do, Mr. Crawford." Her voice was not subservient, as it usually was after she sucked him off. He opened his eyes up at her, pupils dilated with lust. "Please." He said it not in a true whisper, but in a low sotto voce, which betrayed both his surprise and his surrender. "Please fuck me with your fingers." Annabel slyly smiled again and replacing her thumb with the tips her index and middle fingers. His arse blossomed open to accept her digits and he bore down on them. His head fell back again, and his fingers tightened on the wooden chair back above his head. Annabel's fingers went questing through his tight passage, seeking the walnut of sensation she knew was there. When she found it, he let out a little screamy moan, and then quickly clamped his jaw shut. As she manipulated the little gland, his cock began to leak copiously, viscous strands of clearish fluid pouring out onto his furry belly trail. Annabel stretched upwards on her knees, licking his belly where the fluid had collected, and then placing her mouth just over the head of his cock. She continued to massage his internal gland, and the milky fluid poured into her mouth. She suckled it greedily, her hunger finally overtaking her. Mr. Crawford had to let go of the chair in order to bury his face in his arm to muffle his cries. He slumped down, curving his back unnaturally down. But Annabel continued her massage for long minutes, stimulating his gland, gentling sucking down the fluid she milked from his rigid cock. He began to buck his hips a bit, and she knew that he would come any second. She engulfed nearly his whole cock down her throat, stopping an inch before the base, as it was just too wide for her jaw. This stimulation pushed him straight over the edge, and for long seconds he erupted into her mouth as she pumped him relentlessly. There was so much semen there, that some spilled out of her mouth and down his cock, as she struggled to swallow it all. Annabel relaxed her fingers and jaw, but she removed neither. Instead, she gently lapped at his cock until he was clean and shiny with spit. Next she sank down fully to her knees again, and she removed her fingers slowly from his arsehole. As they emerged, the hole fluttered and gaped a bit before closing and Annabel savored the sight of a man pliant before her. Rising to her upper knees again, she unhooked first one leg and then the other from the chair, settling his feet on the floor so that he might push upwards and relieve the pressure on his curved back. John Crawford couldn't feel his feet. Or his fingers. Or anything really. Nonetheless, he pushed upwards into a semi-reclined position and opened his eyes to see that lovely cat Annabel licking her lips and rubbing her nipples at his feet. His brain had not quite engaged again after that stunning orgasm. "What." He managed to croak. "What possessed you...?" Annabel gave him slyest smile he had yet seen from his alley cat. "I've been having my fun with you. To amuse myself. And to amuse the young master." Crawford stared at her uncomprehending for a moment, and then felt a spasm of both lust and fear. "What does Master Alexis have to do with it?" She chuckled, low and knowing. "Oh, Mr. Crawford. I think you'll find out." The Housemaid In 1886, the summer heat in Charleston was mild for a late July afternoon. Thomas walked up the steps to his Aunt's house with a feeling of remorse. Knowing his summer was almost over Thomas had a solemn expression on his face when he reached the top step and the front door opened for him. Not only was his summer lost to time, but also his fond memories of his fading youth. Most of his friends had moved on and were attending colleges abroad. Thomas was told a month before the school year ended for him in May, that he was going to a prep school in Charleston. It was a two year school that his father made sure he would go into before pursuing an advanced degree. Although Thomas was eager to go to school, he was not all too fond of the school his father picked out. Since it was close to Charleston, Thomas was told he was going to stay with his Aunt until school started. Thomas looked up to see his Aunt Laura waiting at the door for him with a cheerful grin. Trying to make the best of a bad situation he returned her cheerful grin with one of his own. There was no use being upset for a few weeks before he went to his prep school. With both hands holding his bags, he continued towards her. His Aunt Laura moved to greet him once he reached the top step. "Oh my lord, have you grown again. I don't know what your mother is feeding you, but it must be working." Hugging him, and planting a big kiss on his forehead. Laura Childs was petite and was only four inches above five feet, but it did not stop her from hugging him hard. Thomas always found his Aunt to have a smile on her face no matter what the occasion. With a long time between visits her expression was even more then she could hold back. "Hi Aunt Laura. Father sends his greetings." Thomas ignored what everyone thought and said of his Aunt. His Aunt was known for being aloof and spending too much money. When he was younger it was fun and exciting though. Thomas once ease dropped on his father telling her to stop associating with the society of the city. Her pretty looks also caught the attention of many men. His Aunt led him inside, where he was greeted by her black maid, who was holding a basket of clothes. She looked to be in her early twenties, and much taller than his Aunt. Her slim ebony face showed no signs of age. Her skin was not overly dark, but not light skinned either. Wearing a plain dark blue dress with her hair covered in a blue wrap. She lowered her eyes to him and gave a slight nod of her head. "Mister Thomas." Before Thomas could say a word, his Aunt spoke up."Thomas you can leave your bags here. Sarah here is going to get you set up in the guest room while you and I can catch up." It was two years since he last visited, and the memories of running through the house came back to him. Thomas always did love visiting his Aunt and her playful spirit always provided entertainment when he was younger. Thomas always thought of her as a big sister more than an older Aunt. Following his Aunt up the steps, Thomas inquired about Sarah. "What happened to Miss Elle?" "Oh, I had to get rid of her last year. You know how help are." Thomas got to see the new renovations his Aunt did to the house. With her perky upbeat laugh and smile, she laughed at how each room needed her personal touch and charm. The tour was quite quick, and ended with his Aunt showing him the guest room. Before a word was spoken the front bell rung. Without saying a word his Aunt left his side and rushed to the door. Hearing footsteps behind him he saw Sarah with his bags. Seeing her approach he walked to her to retrieve his bags before she got to his room. "Here let me. I can get those. Ignoring his offer to help, she replied in a polite smile. "I has some nice biscuits made in the kitchen. You must be hungry and all." Thomas had to move away from the door as she made her way into the room with his bags. As Sarah place his bags at the foot of his bed, his eyes drifted towards the top of her dress. Although the dress hid most of her body her bust and arms were still exposed. He could clearly see that her bust was all hers and large for her frame. Bending over slightly, she revealed more of it than he should have seen. It only got worse when she stood up, and noticed where his eyes had wondered too. After an awkward moment of silence, Sarah took him by the shoulder and guided him out of the room. "Now you be go gettin some food now. Bet they're still warm." After satisfying his hunger, Thomas watched Sarah walk into the kitchen to begin preparing supper. She was not petite like his aunt, but not large by anyone's standards. Sarah had a command of the house too. It was like she grew up in the house, and knew all its hidden areas. She moved quickly and without hesitation while moving and gather the supplies needed for supper. The attention Thomas was given to Sarah was disturbed when his aunt strolled into the kitchen looking for something. With an aggravated tone in her voice, "Where did you put the invitation? Sarah turned around from her cooking with a look that a mother would give her misbehaving child, "In your top dresser drawer. Where's you put it, after saying you wanted to put it in a safes spot away from me." Thomas and his aunt locked eyes, and he saw the embarrassed look on her face. She made not sound and quickly left to retreat to her room. The sounds of her moving quickly only confirmed her embarrassment. Sarah continued on with her cooking and started to fill a large pot with vegetables. When she was done she turned to Thomas while wiping her hands clean on the apron hanging from her dress. Looking up to see her smiling at him as if nothing had happened, and she asked him. "I hope you enjoyed that's. It's nice to be cookings for someone who eats." Almost shocked by her smile, Thomas grinned. "It was great. I am thinking supper will be just as good Miss Sarah." Grabbing the plate in front of him she returned to her cooking. "I hopes you are as hungry as you look, since your Aunt has a party tonight." Thomas expressed his disappointment and left to go unpack. Thomas was aware that his aunt had travelled within Charleston elite society. The Charleston elite were known for their lavish parties and his aunt never missed one of them. With nothing else to take up his time, writing his father was his only option. Eating alone was a weird experience. Having stayed at a boarding school, and living at home; being alone was something new. Most new things have some redeeming quality about them; this one was lost to Thomas. Thinking it was just one night, or one day got Thomas through the first night. Turning in and falling asleep quickly from his long trip. The next morning brought the realization that his aunt was not the same person towards him as in the past. She was already making her way around the city visiting and meeting with her society friends before he even woke. Breakfast was on the table and Sarah was more than happy to meet his daily needs. Each time he saw her, he made sure to say please and thank you. He figured he could at least make up for how his aunt was towards her. Not content to mope around the house, Thomas explored the city. There was a difference between walking the streets without the watchful eye of his parents. He was reminded the last time he was in the city, and how his mother told his father about the girls in certain areas of the city. Even though his exploration was short lived, and unsuccessful with having to head back to the house. The feeling of being out by himself was a bright spot to what he thought would be a boring day. Like the night before, Thomas was resigned to eating alone. The missing presence of his aunt for supper had him thinking that she was almost never home. Sarah cleaned up as usual, and his proper thank you was given. Each time he gave her a compliment it was returned with a smile. The next day seemed like the day before. Aunt Laura had not left yet. She was on her way out the house, and was running late due to the rain. She did stop and give a hug and kiss before heading out under the cover of an umbrella held by a coach driver. The knowledge of having to spend the day inside brought a sigh of displeasure. The only prospects were to finish his studies and read. By late afternoon the boredom had set on and he was looking for something to do. When he saw Miss Sarah she was in the parlor sewing. She looked up to smile as he entered the room. "Can I gets you something." With a bored expression on his face, he answered, "Thank you for the offer, but I am just not wanting to stay inside is all." "Aye see Mister Thomas. The weather is no fun for a young man like yourself. Knowing you're here for a short spell and all, this city has a way of entrapping young men like yourself. God only knows how some of these girls are." Thomas looked at the floor knowing that his aunt house maid was right. "It's not that, I am just not used to being alone like this with nothing to do." Sarah smiled at him before going back to her sewing. "I will be fixin supper soon. Why don'ts you go gets ready and fetch some wine from the closet." Thomas returned her smile with a big grin. "Yes Miss Sarah I think I can do that." Sitting at the head of the table with a glass of wine made him feel like it was not going to be such a bad night after all. He watched Miss Sarah bring out a plate of chicken covered with red rice. She placed in front of him and smiled. "I hopes you enjoy this. If there's anything just let me know." As she was walking out of the dining room the sudden loss of companionship hit him. Thomas quickly cried out. "Can you stay? Sarah stopped and turned to face him. "I wish I coulds, but I got some sewing to finish." The thought of her sewing by hand brought back the memory of the last Christmas he spent with his Aunt. It was not that long ago that his father spent money on a new sewing machine for his aunt. Then he wondered why Miss Sarah was not using it. "Why don't you use my Aunt's sewing machine?" Sarah's expression was unchanged as she replied to the idea hours of time could be saved. "I don't thinks Miss Laura would approve of me using it. And I don't even know where she has it." Thomas ate alone once again as his only company walked off to finish a time tedious task. Between the knowledge of knowing his aunt hide her sewing machine and the humidly, sleep was impossible. Turing on the lamp and making his way through the house, Thomas searched for where his Aunt could have hidden her Singer. After an hour of searching the only place he could think of was the only place he did not look. Thomas knew that his aunt kept a key hidden in her room. She once took him up to the attic to get something while they were playing. When he found the key he made his way to the small hidden doorway to the attic. The door was locked as he expected. Putting the key in and having the door open was a feeling a success. The attic was hotter than the rest of the house, and sweat was now covering his face. Shining the lamp around the musty room revealed much of his family's hidden treasures. Trust was a cherished commodity among the help, and locked attics for those who had none. Moving a few wooden crates out of the way, Thomas scoured the room. In the corner he did spot the Singer sewing machine, and just above it something reflected back. In the rafters was a glint of metal. Walking over to it, he shined the lamp on it revealing a buckle of some kind. It was on a high shelf right above what he came for. Putting the light down and lifting up to get it, Thomas pulled on it to move it from its high perch. Standing on the balls of his feet, the amount of strength needed was not enough for the first attempt. The second try had a deep breath and strong pull involved. When it was free from its tangled home, it came quicker than Thomas anticipated and he fell back. The loud boom of his backside hitting the dusty attic floor was enough to wake the dead. What followed next was a sharp scream of pain. The instant pain in his head above his eye was only diminished by the sharp sting of being cut right near his privates. Thomas looked down to see a sword was attached to the buckle and both had hit and cut him. They were laying on the floor right next to the lamp. Thomas picked the lamp off the floor and hobbled down the narrow stairs. Staggering to the base of the steps he saw Miss Sarah rushing towards him. "Oh lord! What have you been doing?" "I got hit with something. I don't know." Thomas felt Miss Sarah pull him to his room. His face felt wet, and his left eye was blurry when he got to the room. "Jesus help us if you are hurts bad. God only knows what's your father will do!" Being pushed onto his bed, he was now laying on his bed as Sarah turned on the room lights. The sudden brightness forced his eyes closed followed by the sounds of footsteps as Sarah left the room. A few minutes later Thomas felt a cold washcloth over his face, and he slowly opened his eyes. Letting his eyes adjust to the light as he watched Miss Sarah hovering above him tending to the painful cut above his eyebrow. "Good lord, you sure is lucky. It may not even need a stitch. Lets me clean it and it shoulds stop bleeding." The shock of having been hit with something faded, and the pain in his head replaced it. Although it stung, it was not as bad as he thought. As his eye was washed free of blood he saw that Miss Sarah's breasts hanging before him. She was wearing a very loose and open night gown. With the hot summer it was not uncommon for such night attire. A robe was usually worn over that when walking outside of the bedroom, but she must not have had the time with his accident. Each time a slight move was made by Miss Sarah, her breasts came more into view. Thomas could not help but stare as they were mere inches from his face. Her brown skin had a soft rose smell about them. Although her nipples were not visible, the top of her areolas could be seen. Her dark brown areola contrasted with her skin as he saw all the way down to her stomach. Her large breasts hung so close he wanted to stick out his tongue to taste her. The effect of seeing her brown flesh was instant and dramatic on his manhood. When she finally pulled away from her cleaning she saw the look on his face. Instantly she looked down at her gown and covered up. "You dirty boy. You shoulds not be looking." "I am sorry Miss Sarah ... I..." Cutoff from his apology, she stopped him. "No needs to be sorry." When Sarah turned her attention away from his face she saw his leg. "Goodness gracious, your leg is bleeding!" Thomas looked down to see his white pajama bottoms covered in blood near his left leg. Without warning, Sarah went to remove his bottoms. Thomas tried to cover up but the shock on her face was already there. "I sees you saw more of me than you should haves." Trying to hide the embarrassment from his face, Thomas moved his hands to cover his excitement. "I am sorry." "No needs to be apologizing now, I just gonna fix you up and let you rest." The cold washcloth hit his leg as Sarah cleaned his cut. With his hands still covering his genitals, Thomas looked to see the damage. It was a long cut near his inner thigh. She ran the wash cloth over the wound and cleaned up the blood from his leg. Not only was he trying to contain his excitement, but the sight of Miss Sarah's breasts became visible. The more she moved while washing his leg, the more her gown slipped down. It stopped only when almost all of her breasts were now exposed to him. Her long nipples were clearly seen as they pushed against the thin material of her night gown. "I needs you to move your hand so I can sees how far it is. Don't be shy, I knows what they look like." Thomas knew his penis was erect and pressed against his stomach by his covering hand. "Its fine Miss Sarah. I am pretty sure I am not cut near it." The plea Thomas gave was ignored, and his covering hand moved aside. His fully erect penis now stood proud in front of the black housemaid. Miss Sarah paid no attention to it as she continued washing the sreaming blood from his inner thigh. She seemed a natural when she placed a bandage on the cut. Wrapping it around the leg to hold it in place, Sarah let out a breath of completion. The blood pumping to his genitals was so intense it was almost painful. Thomas was fixated on her large brown globes. With each passing second, the intensity grew. The moment Sarah lifted her head up to see his face, he knew he was caught. With an almost mischievous grin. "I needs to cover up now. I see it must hurt, so I will lets you handle your business now." Thomas's reaction was if the world was about to end. "Please ... It's just that ... I have never seen it before." Sarah pulled back only slightly covering some of her exposure to him. "It's not right is all." Not backing down from his strong desire. "It couldn't be more right. The first one I should see should be beautiful. Besides I found the sewing machine for you and got hurt." The gleam in her face was quite noticeable, but her hands still continued to cover more of her brown flesh. "You knows why it's not right." "Who will know? We're here alone. I am not going to tell a soul. I am going to get in enough trouble for getting the sewing machine. I promise my aunt will not fire you." Sarah giggled slightly. "Miss Laura cant fires me. I works for your father. Miss Laura would have fired me already." Moving back closer, Sarah slowly uncovered her gown exposing her ebony skin to Thomas. Her breasts were large and hung on her chest perfectly. Thomas lit up at the sight of her long nipples at the center of her brown areolas. The curves of her chest made his heart race, and his hand go to his penis. With a strong firm grip, Thomas moved his hand slowly up and down his shaft. His only thought was how beautiful his black housemaid was. The more his focus was on her chest, the faster his hand went. It was not long before his hand was moving at full speed. Every few moments he would look up to see her smile at him. Watching her dark large breasts move as she breathed only added to the desire he felt. Feeling the pressure already, Thomas's body went tense and the urge was unstoppable. The pressure in his body released. White cum first hit his chest, followed by a second shot landing just below the first. The more Thomas continued the more came from his tightened body. Grunting strongly, Thomas moaned still looking at the black breasts on his housemaid. "Oh my. You musta needed that. Lets me at least fix you up so you can sleep." Head laying on his pillow, Thomas felt the cold wash cloth run across his body again. This time it was to clean up after him masturbating. Wanting to say something, Thomas struggled to find the words. After a few moments Sarah finished and walked out of the room. Turning the lights down as she left from his sight. The next morning seemed like the day before. Navigating the steps was tricky and time consuming. Making sure the bandage stayed on and the cut did not reopen walking was now a chore. Although there was discomfort, and a slight pain when standing, and walking. Thomas saw it as a battle wound more than an accident. When he touched the bottom step he could make out his Aunt giving a list of chores to Miss Sarah. Making sure not to show any grimace of pain in his face when he stepped into the kitchen, he greeted his Aunt with a kiss on the cheek and sat next to her at the table. "Morning Aunt Laura, Miss Sarah." As Sarah put a plate in front of him, his Aunt changed her voice back to a more cheerful tone. "I hope the rain didn't dampen y'alls spirits yesterday. I reckon the weather should turn pretty again tomorrow. I got a very big important meeting with the organization today, and will not be joining you again. I am so sorry we haven't got to spend time together. I surely will make some time this weekend." The Housemaid Thomas waited until Miss Sarah finished putting food on his plate before he replied. "It's fine Aunt Laura. I am just relaxing from my trip, and have a few letters to catch up on. Besides I still have a week before I need to leave." When Thomas started to eat, his Aunt got up from the table. A quick peck on the forehead and she was already making her way out of the house. The sound of the buggy pulling up was there the moment the front door closed. Letting out a sigh of relief, Thomas turned to look at Miss Sarah. With a clam voice Thomas pleaded. "I can help you with those chores today Miss Sarah." "You needs to keep off your feet is all. Don't be running around hurtin yourself again." Thomas asked again but this time he stood up to face her. "I am fine. It does not hurt and I can walk." Sarah walked over smiling at her helper. She put her hand on his shoulder, as if to make him sit down, "You did help. I gots the sewing machine all hidden now. Makes me happy you got it for me." Sitting down as she gently pushed him back in the chair. "There must be something I can do to help. The cut was not bad, your bandage did the trick?" Sarah walked over and planted a kiss right on Thomas's head. "Sweet you wanna help and all. Not much to do, since Miss Laura's not been home. You lie on the couch and keep me company while I sew then. God knows I could use the company. " Thomas nodded in agreement with the plan. He stood up as Sarah went back to the cleaning up the kitchen. As Thomas moved to the couch in the parlor, he heard her call out. "Don'ts be picking at that cut either you hear me. I still have to change your bandage tonight." Laying on the sofa in the parlor, he relaxed his body while Sarah set up the sewing machine. It was not long before the machine was humming along. The loud hum of the machine made conversation hard. Conversation waited until a new piece was needed or a spool needed to be changed. It did not take long before Sarah was asking all about Thomas's experiences with school. Thomas decided on honesty over exaggeration, and exposed his parent's strict code when it came to education. After what seemed like an hour the methodical sound of the machine became white noise. Thomas awoke to an empty room, and the sound of heavy rain. When entering the kitchen and seeing Sarah fix dinner, Thomas insisted on helping. He placed two plates and glasses on the table, with a bottle of wine he took from a cabinet. Although Sarah protested, Thomas did it anyway. "I hate eating alone. I see no reason why we can't eat together since were the only ones here." After dinner Sarah insisted upon cleaning up while Thomas retired to his room. Thomas turned on his reading lamp and laid back to finish the book he started. The more he read the less interested in the book he became. The thought of Sarah filled his head. He knew he pushed them back all day but remembering the sight of her dark skinned breasts brought back a stream of emotions. Although the rain had cooled the house, the humid air was stifling. Not able to stand the sweat from lying down, Thomas sat up to think. Looking down the dimly lit hallway his mind raced on, trying to find something wrong with the idea of being with a black housemaid. While the question of her race came into his head, so did its validity. All day he fantasized about the sight of her topless chest. What it must feel like to touch, and hold close. The yearning to take her breasts into his mouth while sucking on her. As a light appeared, Thomas's thoughts turned to questions about Sarah's feelings. Knowing if he pursued them, what her reaction would be. Not only will she be fired, but the consequences he would get from his own family. From the end of the hallway he could see Miss Sarah approaching him with a lamp burning in her hand shining a path to his room. When Sarah appeared in the doorway Thomas could see she was wearing the same gown as the night before. Thomas's heart shuttered with disappointment when he saw a large brown shawl covered her chest and midsection. It was more a winter covering, and looked like it had been packed for storage; it looked ragged, and had different colored patches from where it had been fixed. Excitement turned to almost heartache as he knew she would not show herself to him again. Sarah's pleasant smile and voice was still there. "Get up and let's fix that bandage right quick." As Sarah put down the lamp on a small table, Thomas stood up before her. Slowly he pulled down his undergarments and covered his exposed genitals. Sarah knelt down before him and slowly pulled back on the covering to see if the cut had closed. Thomas looked down to see her smiling before she spoke. "Be all right I see. No needs to put nother one on. Now sits down an let me see that head of yours." Sitting in front of her Thomas's wondered why his housemaid would wear an obvious out of place garment. "How can you wear that, you must be burning up in that thing?" Sarah was inspecting the small cut from last night when she smiled at his question. With a small giggle in her tone, "Needs to cover up around you. Can't be having you look at me like that." Before Thomas could think his words blurted out of his mouth, "I loved what I saw though. Please take it off." Expecting another rejection, Thomas waited for Sarah's response. When her covering was dropped to the floor his heart began racing again. Thinking his heart would burst from it beating so hard his mouth opened wide. Seeing the thin fabric barely cover her brown flesh caused a sudden erection. What was even more surprising was the thin night gown fell to the floor next. "Guessing you wanna see all of me then." It was the first time Thomas had ever seen a naked woman. His eyes were level now and his mouth was mere inches from Sarah's dark skinned erect nipple. Thoughts of her race, and being the housemaid never came into his head. Her smooth dark skin showed perfect curves and features; Sarah's large breasts hung on her chest, and were rounded at the sides. With his eyes moving down he could see her flat stomach before gazing upon her dark pubic hair covering her vagina. Still feeling the hands inspecting his previous night's injury, Thomas reached out. Hands softly touching her waist, as he moved to wrap his arms around her. Sarah's hands moved to the back of his head as she pulled him closer to her. Thomas was now pressed against her soft brown skin as they embraced each other. Wanting a stronger embrace Thomas pulled harder. Sarah's close body fell forward toward him. Sensing her fall, Thomas moved her light body to the left making her collapse on the bed. Not letting go, Thomas was now on top of her still holding on to her. Finally letting go from his grip Thomas looked up. Feeling his rigid penis now pressed up against her pubic bone. Feeling her pubic hair touch the tip of his manhood as his weight held it in place. It would only take him to move few inches down for him to enter her. Thomas looked up to see the confused face of his black housemaid. Her voice hesitantly uttered out. "Are you gonna do it?" Thomas's face went blank and his body froze from her question. His eyes never left hers, as she smiled at him. Thomas then felt her hand on his erection before the prickly feel of pubic hair across the head. It was moved and the sensation was very arousing as it was moved into place. Sarah continued with her gleaming as she insisted. "Put it in me. Justs push ... it will go in. " The question of morality and racial laws never came to him as he knew that he was about to have sexual relations with a woman of color. With a slight push, Thomas felt the warm lips of Sarah's sex envelop his penis. He watched her mouth and eyes open wide as he fully entered her. "Oh, Lords I feel you in me." Sarah moaned The tightness of her vaginal wall was a perfect snug fit for him as he moved back and forth in her. With slow deliberate thrusts, Thomas began pumping his white member in and out of her. Never expecting his first time to be with a black woman, Thomas now couldn't think of a more perfect person than her. The overwhelming idea that this was right caused Thomas to lean in and kiss his black lover. Pushing himself further in her love canal, his tongue danced with hers. The passion he was feeling towards her was making his body only move faster. Feeling her reaction as she returned his loving kisses made him throb even harder in her. When the kiss was finally broken he was pumping in and out of her with long hard thrusts. The wetness from her pussy was now letting his member piston in and out of her. The sound of their bodies colliding was filling the room. Her dark skinned breasts were now moving up and down her chest as he rocked his body into hers. Thomas held them in place for only a moment before taking them in his mouth and sucking on them. Releasing his mouth from her nipples, he looked up to see the pleasure on her face. Hearing her soft moans escape her lips only intensified his own throbbing erection inside of her. The hard pulse of his prick in her gave a short warning that he could not last for much longer. Thomas kept his eyes locked on hers as he watched each push give a sign of pleasure. Moving slower and going deeper his orgasm was not going to wait. Feeling he was close, Thomas stopped thrusting making sure his prick was deep when he stopped. It was like she knew what was going to happen once he stopped. With her voice barely holding together, Sarah moaned out. "It's ok ... I want you to keep it in..." His whole body went tense and tightened up as he released his potent white seed deep in her cervix. Filling her body with sperm as he leaned in one more to kiss her. Feeling her large dark lips against his while his manhood continued to pump its load in her. Sarah's eyes lit up wide as she felt her body flooded with her white owner's son's seed. She lost control over her own pussy as it continued to squeeze and contract around his prick. The more she felt it spew his white juice inside of her the more her love canal opened and wanted more. ________________________________________ Waking up the next day Thomas vividly recalled the prior night's events. This memory reflected in his raging morning erection. By the time he was presentable and making his way to the kitchen he saw his Aunt Laura awaiting him in the study. His Aunt had an unusually unrushed calm about her. "Oh dear Thomas you sleep too much. I know a young man such as yourself needs extra sleep but this is not like you. Anyway ... I am going to need you to make an appearance this Saturday. Still in a cloud of euphoria from just being with the black housemaid, Thomas answered quickly. "Anything you need Aunt Laura." Bowing her head slightly she walked back into the kitchen. Thomas could not make out the conversation but it led to his Aunt storming out the door in a huff. Not knowing what could cause such a commotion he walked in to see what happened and hopefully see Sarah. The smell of cooking was overwhelming when entering the kitchen. Sarah had her back turned while she was preparing something on the table. Before he could say a word, he heard, "Fix you somethin right quick. Musta slept well last night." The flood of emotions came pouring back to him. The rush of blood to his groin and the fast beat of his heart awoke him. He walked over to her and stood right behind her. Moving his hands to her shoulders, he felt the contours of her body. He put his lips to the back of her neck before she reacted to his advances. "Can't be doin that again; wes both knows it's wrong." Cried Sarah He moved closer to her body letting her feel his need for her. "It's only wrong if we get caught. You know she won't be back until tomorrow," Thomas whispered in her ear. Sarah turned back to see Thomas' face as she spoke back. "We can't be doing this. You knows that I can gets in lots of trouble." Thomas could see in her eyes that she was holding back. He also felt no resistance from her as she did not even try to pull away or push him off. Taking this as a sign to continue he lifted the back of her dress up so that it was now at the waist. Moving his hips closer his solid erection was now firmly planted between her ass cheeks. Only a thin fabric now covered her shapely backside. Thomas wasted no time in sliding his own pants down to his ankles and before pressing his now full engorged member against her. Thomas moved his hands up her back feeling her body before moving them towards her chest. His hands moved in and up her large breasts as he kept his erection against her thin undergarment. Sarah moved her head back once she felt her chest being held firmly held. With a look of desperation she gazed into Thomas's eyes. Thomas stared back with that of concern that he had misread the situation and had gone too far. In a frightened voice he asked her. "If you really want me to stop, I... " Sarah quickly cut him off, "Hurry and put it in before someone comes." Seeing her hands move to her back, Thomas watched her pull down her undergarment to expose her ebony backside to him. She bent over and placed her hands on the table and arched her ass back so her dark sex was now visible. He took a hold of his manhood and placed it between the folds of her sex and pushed in. Surprised by how easily he slipped into her, he pushed further in until their bodies were connected. The moment their two bodies met, Sarah let out an audible moan. Taking his time to pull out only to push back only made his cock throb harder. Holding her breasts now, Thomas wasted no time in pumping his hard white dick into her wet, pink love canal. Feeling her wetness only made it easier for him to speed up and pound harder. With each hard thrust, Thomas could feel her love muscles tighten around his member. Although Sarah's body was lean her ass still had some weight to it. As Thomas slammed harder against it, the louder the sound became. Her hands were now firmly planted on the kitchen table and held her from falling forward. The more their passion continued, the more she could not hold herself up anymore. Sarah then turned and moved away from her white lover. Instead of walking away from the situation she moved the nearby chair and sat right on the table. Placing her legs high in the air as her back lay on the table. Her dress was hiked up to her waist, and her large black breasts were in full view. Thomas looked to see her dark hair covering her wet pussy. It was the first time he had seen a woman spread her legs. The pink insides of her sex was open to his gaze. With her elbows propping her up on the table, Sarah smiled and waited. She waited for the moment her she would feel full with a white cock. When Thomas stepped forward and guided his hard erection into her, it slipped right in. Thomas immediately started slamming against her body as if he knew that he had to finish quickly. Putting her hand on his chest, Sarah cried out. "It's ok, takes your time." Holding still and feeling her muscles contract against him, Thomas replied back almost out of breathe. "You're not afraid of getting caught?" Smiling in her response, Sarah responded back. "I am, buts we have all day." "Should I stop then, just in case?" Grasping at his shirt, Sarah pulled Thomas closer. At the same time she pulled closer, she moved her hips to make sure his hard erection was fully in her. "Nots yet. Just keep doing your thing." Holding onto her hips now; he starting rocking his hips as before, thrusting hard again. Not going as hard or as fast as before, Thomas keep a steady pace making sure his cock fully entered her ebony hole each time. Looking down he could see his white cock as it pushed into her. Feeling how slick her pussy was he knew that she wanted more. The more he continued, the more the feeling of his finish approached. The buildup in his sack needed release, and his erection throbbed hard inside of her. Sarah gazed upon her white lover's face and saw the look in his eyes. She could see in his facial expression that he was about ready to explode. She could also feel the throbbing of his white manhood inside of her as it gave forth a warning that it was going to fill her up. "I can feels your about ready." Looking up as his prick continued to pulse inside of her; Thomas replied back almost panting. "Should I stop?" "UHHHH!" Sarah tried to hold back a moan but it escaped louder then she realized. Before her body let loose with more pleasure she answered back. "Do'nt's stop. Just finish in me when you are ready." Not holding back anymore, Thomas made his thrusts shorter and harder. His own orgasm was closer then he realized as he made one final push. He made sure he wedged himself deep as possible in her love canal. He almost wondered if he was hurting her, being so deep. Before he thought about it, his cock erupted with a great force. Moaning as his body pushed in stream after stream of sperm inside her fertile cervix. Keeping his white love rod implanted deep in her he continued to let his white seed fill her body up. Still awestruck about how great it felt he listened to Sarah cry out. "Oh my ... I feel you emptying inside of me. You sure had a lot." Just as Thomas was about to pull out, she grabbed on to him again. "Nots yet. I still feel you going inside of me." Moving his body closer, he pushed his still pulsing erection back in her and leaned in kissing her large dark lips. Locked in an embrace, Thomas let his tongue explore her mouth as she did the same with his. Giving her body what it wanted he slowly moved his dick back and forth in her now overflowing pussy. It was not until his erection died down, was it able to be forced out by Sarah's own vaginal muscles squeezing from her orgasm. The sound of the front gate closing alerted both of them that their time was up. Thomas knew that Sarah baked for a few people around the area, and figured they were here for that. He also knew that various contractors came to the house for upkeep projects. He was afraid that if it was a contractor they could be in the house for hours. Thomas watched as Sarah put back on her clothes and fix herself. Not waiting around any longer he hurried upstairs to his room to fix and wash his face. Before he closed his bedroom door he overheard a quick conversation between someone and Sarah. Just as quick as it started, the front door closed shut. While putting on new clothes he heard a knock at the door and Sarah's voice. "It's a telegram for you. From Mista Childs" As Thomas read the telegram from his father quickly before folding it up and putting on the table. With distressed expression he broke the news to Sarah. "It looks like I don't have all day after all. My father has sent for me. Says he has a job for me to do before I go to college. I may not be back until next week." Thomas and Sarah hugged as Thomas finished reading the telegram. Before a word was said the kitchen door opened and a black worker walked in. Thomas did not know him but knew he was a worker for his aunt. Thomas wanted to say something but knew it was the wrong time. Instead he went to his room to gather some needed clothes for travelling. Once in the bedroom, Sarah walked in and closed the door behind her."Need to be quick. Josiah needs payment for the roof. Best you forget what we dones so no ones get in trouble." Thomas leaned in and quickly kissed Sarah on the lips surprising her. "My lips are sealed. I will be thinking of you while I am gone though." Sarah laughed and smirked. "You thinking of me seems to lead to me feeling you inside me." She kissed him back on the cheek and saw him to the door. Thomas made his way from the short carriage ride to the train. Thomas spent a day on the rails to get to his father's place. Once there he was privileged to learn the family business was being sold and he was needed to oversee the inspection of the properties. The Housemaid Thomas learned that he would accompany a surveyor as they toured the property. This was seemingly an easy task but an important one. Wanting more responsibility and having part of the sale, Thomas was eager to make money and be taken seriously when it came to family business. ________________________________________ It was three days since he had seen Sarah, but his thoughts were of her. He could not wait to finish up with the surveyor and was eager to show him the last of the property near Charleston. He figured once he was done he was only a few hours ride back to his Aunt's house. The rest of the day and the next brought more storms and bad weather. Although he managed to watch the surveyor as he calculated the lands held by his father. The surveyor was a middle aged man with very little to say. The time passed slow as the muddy roads covered his clothes, only to be washed by the miserable rain. By the end of the following day he was staggering up the steps to his Aunt's house. As he got to the front door it opened quickly as Sarah was there to greet him. "Oh Lord you looks worse for the wear." Exclaimed Sarah, as she led him inside. Thomas was led into the kitchen where Sarah made up a quick plate of food for him. While he ate she was taking the wet clothes off his body and telling him what he missed. "Miss Laura came lookin for you yesterday. She be wanting you to meet this young girl she brought with her. No doubt she will be fixin to come in the morning to come fetch you. Some party goin on, needing you there I reckon." Thomas smiled and laughed while finishing his plate of food. After he was done he went up stairs to take a hot bath and clean himself proper. After getting the water just right, Thomas slipped in and proceeded to wash away the last of the filth from the day before. It was not long after that he put his head back and let his body relax in the hot water. Hearing Sarah's footsteps on the stairs brought him out of his daze. When the door opened Thomas made no attempt to turn around or even cover up. "I should be done soon, I made sure I did not leave too much of a mess for you." Sarah walked up behind Thomas as he lay in the large tub. "I just checking to see if you washed up is all. Now stands up and lets me see." Looking back, Thomas saw that she was still wearing her uniform and was not in her night gown. He stood up slowly making sure not to slip in the tub. With his back to his black maid he stood up completely naked. Not being shy about his body, Thomas made no pretense to cover any part of his body. The touch of the wet sponge on his body was refreshing. Sarah moved the sponge across his back and down his legs before stepping in front of his view to clean his chest. It was when she started to clean the front part of his legs did she put the sponge back in the water to squeeze it and let it absorb more water. With her left hand, Sarah gripped his limp white shaft lifting up. Sarah pressed the sponge under his sack and ran it up rinsing his balls clean. Still holding his penis she wrapped the sponge around it and ran it back and forth a few times before stopping. After stopping she dropped the sponge in the tub, and just held his manhood in her hand. Sarah now moved her wet ebony hand across Thomas's white prick a few times before he reacted. "I did not reckon I needed to be that clean." Looking back at him Sarah replied back. "Just be making sure it's be all clean before it goes in me." Thomas replied worried and thinking he forced her into his personal sex object. "I never meant to force you before. I just thought..." Sarah's finger went to his lips the silence him. "It's ok. You can be having me anytime." Stunned by her response Thomas cried back. "Here, now?" Handing Thomas a towel Sarah laughed back when she answered. "Follow me." Thomas was drying off while he followed her out of the bathroom. He did not know what came over him, but the only thing he could think of was having her as his own. Walking behind her as she led him to his bedroom, he stared at the back of her dress that showed her dark skin. She still wore a bandanna on her head but a few strands of black hair were still visible. Once in the bedroom, Sarah turned and faced him. Slowly she removed her clothes and revealed her dark flesh to him. When her large breasts came free, Thomas leaned forward and took the dark nipple into his mouth. Sucking on it as if it would feed him, he reached around to hold her body as he wrapped his arms around her. As the nipple became erect in his mouth his own was now pressing up against her naked body. Thomas felt her arms push him off of her and then continue to push until he was on the bed. Looking up at her she said. "I can see your still hurtin from before. Justs lay back and lets me do the work." Adjusting himself on the bed he watched as Sarah climbed on top of his bed, and then onto him. She leaned in as she opened her mouth to kiss him. As their tongues entwined in her mouth, the familiar slick sensation of separating her vaginal lips happened. As his white cock fully slipped into her tight wet pussy, Thomas moaned with sheer pleasure. The feeling of having all his cock fully constricted by her pussy drove him to push his hips up making sure his cock was as deep as it could go. In turn he felt her moan with him as it was fully embedded in her love canal. She rocked back and forth making sure that her tongue was always touching his. Thomas responded by matching her movements with his own. With his body pinned to the bed he watched as she bounced on top of him. Her black breasts bouncing high each time she slammed back down hard on him. Her contrasting skin tone made it easy to see his throbbing prick impale her each time she lifted off of him. The pleasure was like no other each time he entered her wet love hole. The only thing he could do was breathe heavily with her as he enjoyed every second of it. Sarah slowed down her pace as she leaned her body back making sure her his white cock was deep as it could go. Her hips now ground on him as she stared down at him. Thomas reached up and held on to her dark breasts, ever so often pinching her nipples. As he felt her muscles grip and tighten around his manhood he sensed the pressure to explode building inside him. Thomas called out. "I am close, want me to pull out?" Thinking she would not want to risk what they have been doing so far. Sarah gleamed at him as she moaned back her reply. "Oh lord ... keep it in me. It be ok ... just lets it be while it's finishes in of me." Seeing her smiles as he knew he was close only brought him closer. Trying to hold back was impossible as he let his body relax and shoot off inside of her. The pressure was released and his fertile white seed shot forth inside her once again. With each pulse of his cock more of his sperm was released inside her cervix. As he continued to flood her body with his juice the more she smiled back at him until she finally leaned forward again to embrace him. Thinking she was going to roll over and leave, Thomas was pleasantly surprised when she leaned back again. Still feeling the effects of sex, his erection was still going strong and still inside her. Sarah smiled back and continued to rest her body on his waist keeping his white rod still inside of her. Not wanting her to leave or sound rude, he just explored her naked ebony skin feeling each curve and soft feature she had. The moment of pure satisfaction was capped off with her touching his face and smiling with her white teeth fully exposed she spoke. "Thinking you needs it more than last time. Seeing how much you puts in" Although the moments of increasing passion were intense, Thomas wanted something more. "Can you not leave this time? She will not be home until after we wake anyway." Sarah immediately leaned forward and kissed him on the lips before she replied. "Yes, buts I need to be up in the morning. So if your needings me again, it be after Miss leaves. " "I may not have the strength after this." Thomas laughed back. Before he fell asleep Thomas asked Sarah about how she came to her father's employ. He learned that she was orphaned a few years after the war. She had been working as a domestic help for a hotel when his father bought the place. Before he could ask more questions he watched her fall quietly asleep in his arms. Thomas marveled at her naked flesh in his arms and stared at her large chest as it rose up and down. With his hands cupping her large brown breasts he also fell asleep holding her. "Needs to wake up. Exclaimed Sarah as she started to shake him out of his slumber. "Aunt Laura is waitins in the parlor waiting for you. You needs to get dressed quick." Rushing to get himself ready was nothing new to Thomas. Years of boarding school had taught him how to get ready in a hurry. While walking down the stairs he could see his Aunt all dressed and waiting to leave. Although the temperature was not yet high, it looked like it was going to be a hot and humid day. Thomas noted that she wore a dress that was too big for this type of weather. Laura rushed over to greet Thomas as he made his way down the stairs. "There you are. Need you to be awake and handsome today, I have someone you need to meet. After a quick trip to Sloan's for a suit you should be ready for tonight's party. Thomas replied back wondering what his aunt had planned for him. "Aunt Laura, I have a suit upstairs if you want me to get changed." "Oh your suit will not do. You need to look superb tonight. I am going to introduce you to Mr. Lyon's daughter Sue. I told him that you were ready to attend college and interested in meeting his daughter." Before Thomas could reply he was already being hurried out the door by his aunt. Wanting a moment alone with Sarah was impossible as he was out the door looking at her as he got in the waiting carriage. Pulling away from the house he could see her waving at him goodbye. Thomas never thought shopping could take an entire day. He was whisked from one store to another. Each time his aunt would get something for him, another thing was added on the bill for her. He could overhear his Aunt tell the clerks at each store to put it on her account. This only confused him, because he knew that his father had cut off her access to the families funds. By the time he was going to an actual party it was already dark and he was exhausted. His Aunt was introducing him to someone new and important to her every few minutes. Thomas could not even remember their names, but he was polite and respectful each time he shook their hand. Grabbing what food he could he found himself filling his pockets with bread as he was dragged around the room meeting people. When it finally came to meeting Mr. Lyons he was introduced to him as Robert Child's eldest son. It was then that he knew why he was being dragged to this party filled with socialites. Being pleasant he shook his hand and was promptly introduced to Sue Lyons. Sue Lyons was eighteen, and was remarkably dressed. Standing only about five feet tall she had on a tight corset that revealed a very small figure. She seemed almost nymph like with her tight dress. Even with her small features, her face was very pretty along with flowing blonde hair. Her sweet voice was enchanting as she took his hand with her introduction. Before he could even speak he was pushed together with her and told to dance by her aunt. As the night wore on, most of the party goers headed home. Instead of heading back to the house, Thomas was brought to the dock yards. Before he could ask what was going on he was told by his aunt that she was invited to a pleasure outing with some friends. As he looked back he could see his aunt hugging Mr. Lyons. It then occurred to him that no one else was on the boat as they were alone. The carriage brought Thomas right back to the mansion he just left. Although no one was visible, the carriage pulled around back to one of the guest houses. There he got off and was told by the driver that his aunt wanted him to stay at the guest house until she arrives to come get him. Thomas was tired and decided not to say anything and retreated inside the cozy house. Once inside he found the bed and passed out. Sunday morning was normally a busy time in the morning getting ready for church. As Thomas did his best to get ready with the clothes he had on the day before he knew that he was not going to make any church service offered this day. It was not a bother for him since he had been missing church the entire time he was at school. He told his father that he went every week but knew that he never went once. Quickly sneaking out, Thomas spotted Sue walking towards the small guest house. Quickly hiding and walking away he heard her knock on the door. She was dressed in her Sunday best, but seemed to be over dressed for a hot summer day. When he got to the street he started walking to his Aunt's house. Years of spending his early youth in the city helped him navigate his way home very quickly. When he entered the house he noticed that not a single soul was there. Figuring it was church time, Thomas headed to his room to change and catch up on sleep. Peeling off his sweat stained clothes he had been wearing for too long, he just laid in bed naked. The cool breeze from the open window on his nude body, helped to cool him off and he fall asleep. He was startled from his sleep by her voice. "Thomas, what you doing sleeping? You should be at church with Miss Sue." Exclaimed Sarah as she stood over him sleeping. Opening his eyes he could see Sarah dressed in a very nice blue dress. Wearing a nice hat instead of her normal work bandanna. Still groggy for being woken up suddenly he blurted out. "I decided not to be pushed into a courtship arranged by my aunt." Putting her hands on her hip and letting out a big sigh. "Be happy they founds you a pretty one. Thinks you would be happy with her too." It came to him quickly once she said it. "They ... who else is behind this?" Sarah still had her hands at her side and replied back in the same disappointed tone. "Mr. Childs tolds me about it, and I think it a fine match. Your Aunt helped set it up too." The whole time he was told that he was spending time in Charleston because his father wanted him to be close to college when it starts. Now he knew that he was duped into a courtship and the deception hit him hard. It was not that his father and aunt wanted him to court Sue but he did not know that Sarah wanted it all along too. The feeling of betrayal washed over him hard. Of all people, he thought that Sarah would have the same feelings as him. It was not until now did he realize that he did not open the door for Sue today because he wanted to see Sarah again. The hurt from her wanting him for another struck deeper than he thought. Sitting up on the bed to make more of a point, "You mean this whole time you spent with me was a lie?" Sarah sat down next to him and looked him in the eyes with sorrow. "You can't be havin' feelings 'bout me. I knowed it was wrong to lay with you, and I lets it happen. Lord, forgive me for what I have done." Hearing her plea for forgiveness made Thomas answered back with his own. "Please don't blame yourself. It was me that wanted it. Although I won't apologize for how I feel about you." Sarah's voice began to break as her eyes swelled with emotion. "You can'ts be have feelings for a colored. Should never have let you put its inside me. It's wrong for a colored girl to seduce a white like I did. Be asking the Lord for forgiveness today. Knows he's testing me. Gave me feelings for a white man, knowing I can'ts have him." Thomas wrapped his arms around her to soothe her as she began to tear up. Wanting to ease her pain he said. "Guess he is testing me too. I know what I must do though." Turning to him and kissing his cheek. Still sobbing softly as she answered him."We must stop before it gets...." Her voice muffled as his lips pressed hard against hers. Thomas moved his body so it was now facing hers. Holding her tight letting his hands grip her sides as his tongue now pushed inside her mouth. Sarah pushed her head to the side to cry out. "I can'ts be letting you do this." Thomas pushed her body to the bed as he continued to caress her body and kiss her mouth. Only letting up to tell her. "Tell me to stop then." Standing over her as she lay on the bed, Thomas lifted her legs up. Sarah quickly lifted her body up as she moved her dress under her to reveal her lower body to him. Not waiting for the underwear to be moved aside, he tore it to reveal her dark sex. When she moaned as her legs were parted it displayed her want for this to escalate. Moving closer to position himself to enter her, he felt Sarah grab hold of his shaft and directly place it between the dark folds of her entrance. Pushing in Thomas could feel how moist her love canal was as it slid in with minimal force. Watching the ecstasy in her facial features, he pushed quickly in her snug wet pussy. Holding her legs with his hands, his hips now thrusting his white love rod deep in her snatch with speed and force. Her vaginal muscles try to clench hard only to fail as he pulled out before pushing back in again. The wetness from her pussy was now making its way out of her as he continued to pummel it with his thrusting member. Thomas reached forward to pull down her dress reveal her dark flesh of her chest. Helping him, she pulled the strings holding her large breasts in place. With her large brown mams now out in the open Thomas moved his lips over her dark nipples. Switching back and forth he sucked on them biting softly each time. With his hips rocking at almost full speed he felt the immense wetness from her love hole cover him each time he pushed into her. Thomas wondered if he should slow down or stop once he felt her body shacking from this. Moving back he pulled out and released her nipple from his mouth. Sarah sat up with and look of exhaustion and delight. She then stood up before him and started to undress. Slowly Thomas watched as her black body came into view each time a part of her dress dropped to the floor. Gazing at her beauty he saw her inner thighs were soaking wet and still trembling. Instead of just throwing her on the bed and ravishing her body, Thomas reached out to caress her ebony breasts as they hung before him. Feeling her soft ski n only made him want her more than ever. In turn Sarah reached and held onto his manhood. Slowly stroking it as he moved his hands over the dark skin of her bosom. "Oh Lord, I needs you to put this back in me. Just be going slower with it, it's making me mess the sheets." Cried Sarah as she stood there shaken. Overcome with lust, Thomas wrapped his arms completely around her. Lifting her up with his strength as his mouth connected with hers. Tongues wrapping around each other as Thomas slowly angled her body to rest right above the head of his erection. Feeling her wet lips part as he slowly entered her again. Thomas almost dropped her as the front door opened. Sarah and Thomas stared at each other in shock and confusion. They both knew that if they were caught it would be a disaster. Sarah quickly kicked both of their clothes under the bed and spoke out. "She be lookin for you. I know where we can hide till she leaves." Sarah and Thomas hurried across the house to the attic door. Carefully not making a sound their naked bodies scurried as Aunt Laura called out for Thomas. When they reached the door Thomas saw that it was unlocked and followed Sarah up the small staircase. When they reached the top door entering the attic, Sarah bent down to move a board on the top step. The Housemaid Thomas looked up to see that her ass was right in her face. The thought of getting caught was pushed aside once he was his face was inches away from her dark ebony pussy. He could see that her dark vaginal lips were coated in a glossy wetness. Her pink insides were just peeking at him. The musky smell coming from her sex was intoxicating, and only caused his desire for more of her. The urge to take her right was only stopped when the door opened and she walked in. Hearing his aunt ascending the steps, and Sarah already in the attic, Thomas took the last few steps and closed the door behind him. Once the door was shut the light from the lamp was lit by Sarah. In turn Thomas grabbed another that was lying on the floor and lit it as well. Sarah softly spoke as she stood next to him. "She will be wondering where you are, and she knows it be my day off." Thomas whispered back. "Guess we can stay up here for a time." Sarah smiled and spoke quietly back."Best we look for something to rest on." Sarah turned her back and walked carefully off looking for something to use. With both lanterns lit Thomas watched her naked body move slowly through the dimly lit attic. Once her naked body was further away from him his sense returned to normal and he searched with her. As Sarah combed through a trunk, Thomas spotted what fell on him last time he was here. Walking over he saw that a military footlocker with the confederate symbols on them. Thomas recalled how his father told him that his uncle had fought and died in the war of northern aggression. Remembering asking more questions when he was older and being told it was disrespectful of speaking about those who passed. Right next to the foot locker was a cavalry saber and a pistol. His heart almost stopped as he thought about how it could have killed him if it was loaded. Picking up the pistol he saw that it was not loaded and still in good condition. Putting it down he picked up the saber to see the instrument of his wound. After swinging it a few times, it went right next to the pistol on the floor. Opening the foot locker he rummaged through its contents. Seeing mostly military items, Thomas grabbed a leather bounder journal from the trunk. Once he closed the trunk he saw that Sarah had found a bunch of old quilts and blankets. She had laid them down on an old mattress. As she patted the blankets to summon him, Thomas walked over and lay down. Sarah sat right next to his head and lifted it up so it laid on her lap. As Thomas had his head rested against her lap the two began to talk about his time in prep school. Relaxing from the danger of being discovered had passed as he recanted stories of his friends and the experiences he had. Before going into another story he would ask her about something in her life. Each time she would tell him it was not important. When he paused and waited for her to talk Thomas rolled over so he was now facing her stomach. With a quick look down her dark pubic hair was right in front of him. Breathing in he could smell her musky aroma coming from it. Wanting to see more he reached across and opened her legs to see more of her dark skinned sex. The gleam of wetness had dried but the allure of having the most private part of her body front and center was exhilarating. Without questioning his curiosity or hesitating, Sarah opened her legs wide. Her allowing the most intimate part of her body in full front display while he inspected it did not seem to faze her. "Thinkins you never seen ones up close." When his hand touched it, she still made no movement to stop him. When Thomas's hand touched her dark clit her only reaction was to let a soft moan of pleasure escape her lips. Having never been touched there before only made more enjoyable. Confirming his suspicions of her liking his exploration Thomas came out and asked her. "I will stop if you want." "It be ok ... just not knowing you liked that." Sarah said as her legs held parted for his white fingers. Moving his face closer so that only a few inches now remained between him and the dark folds of her love hole. Moving his fingers to see her more of her inside he pushed back her dark lips to see her pink opening. Doing so only let him hear her soft cries of pleasure. As his fingers roam all around her open sex he touched the top of it and heard a deep cry of excitement from her. Seeing that she almost jumped with pleasure touching it, Thomas moved a little closer and touched it with his tongue. The taste was not overwhelming and disgusting at all. The moment his tongue touched it he could hear the effect it had on her. The soft moan went louder each time his tongue lapped across her dark little nub above her opening. Sarah moaned out. "Oh Lord! You be so dirty doing that to me." Gripping his hair now as her legs began to tremble. Circling his tongue around the special spot over her opening only caused her legs to squeeze his head in place. Then moving back down to her dark opening and making sure he gave that attention as well. The more his mouth vacuumed her opening the more the fluid came from her body and into his mouth. At first it was a small trickle but by the time her moans got increasingly louder the amount increased. The final moan she gave out followed by her body shaking and his mouth being filled with a strange liquid that spewed out of her pussy. Lifting his body up but still kneeling in front of his dark lover he saw the effect he had on her. Wiping his girl juice covered face; he watched her reach for his engorged dick. "Oh Lord, I needs you to put it in me now." Complying with her demands, he got between her legs and let her guide his hard shaft into her. Watching the color contrast of his white erection disappear into her ebony flesh only reminded him of the forbidden desire he felt inside of him. The soft tight feeling her snatch only made him push deeper. It was only a matter of inches but to him he felt that his whole body was inside of her. Sarah's dark nude body glistened with sweat as Thomas began to pump his white love rod deep in her. Again and again he pushed deep only to pull out and repeat it. Their bodies now banging together in harmony as she lifted her legs high and open to allow her ebony body to be taken by her white lover. Looking in her eyes he could see that her desire for him was just as strong as his. Wanting to make his love making last longer could not be done any more. The strong sensation to erupt was as close as ever. Staring into her eyes as his body began to prepare it orgasm. Her smile and nod let him know that she was also ready to receive him. Within a few moments his body could no longer hold back any more. His breaths were heavy and labored now. With one last push, his white cock was as deep as it ever was. Grunting as his body let go its seed into her waiting cervix. As he was releasing it felt like a wash of emotions and pressure escape his body and flood into hers. Thomas held tight to Sarah shaking body, listening to her moan as his manhood continued to pump streams of sperm into her. Even with his cock firmly implanted deep inside her, the clenching of Sara's love canal continued to press and release on his dick as if it wanted to coax more out of him. Collapsing into her open arms as he panted and continued to moan from his orgasm. Feeling her kisses over his face as she held him close and tight. Sarah then whispered into his ear as she had him. "Shhh, it ok. Just keep it in while it comes out. I know it feel good when its finishing in me." Thomas looked at her as she smiled wide. Feeling his dick still emptying inside of her he kissed her on lips. Collapsing on top of her in an embrace as he held onto to her kissing and keeping himself deep inside of her. Thomas had lost track of time and when he woke he was still holding onto his black lover. Entwined in her embrace his soft manhood still lying by her dark love nest. Their bodies covered in sweat from love making and the heat of the attic. Carefully carrying her down the narrow steps, he put her in his bed and let her sleep. Finishing up some last minute personal chores, Thomas had the run of the house. In doing so he got himself set for his last few days at his Aunt's house. As he packed his belongings for his trip, he looked over ever so often to see Sarah sleeping soundly in his bed. He wanted to tell her that his feelings for her were more than just sexual. Thomas also knew the repercussions of such feelings. After packing clothes not needed for a few days, he sat and watched her sleep. When she stirred and finally woke up he was there to greet her with a kiss and embrace. It was then he blurted out something he wanted to hide. "I am going to miss you. I love watching you, even if it's you sleeping." Sarah sat up so she was now facing Thomas. With a just breaking voice from just waking up she replied. "Be thinking you be visiting me regular now. Know you be needing it a lot. Don't minds if you stop in and have me and all." Staring at her open chest as she sat up in bed without the slightest hesitation to cover herself. Looking up just enough to get his point across. "I would rather stay in here ... with you. Maybe skip college, and start a family...." Sarah lifted his chin so she could have him look at her eyes instead of her breasts. "You too sweet. You be needing to go to college and all. Can't be having you stay here with me. God knows what all these white folk around here say. " Smiling back at her. "I really don't care what people say. We could even go somewhere else. As long as were together does it really matter?" Leaning in and kissing him softly on the lips before answering back. "I know you don't care what they say. But staying here with me and making a family will never happen. Don't thinks we would be fitting in anywhere matter of fact. Won't have you be throwing away your life for a negro maid." "You don't want a family? I would give it to you now ... I mean it. Or you do not want me cause I am white?" Feeling her lips on his right after he said that. "Lord knows, what I want, and what I can't have. I know I can't have you in that way, but I will have you wherever I can." Feeling her emotions as she poured her heart out, he replied. "Let me give you what you want, I really don't care what anyone says." "Best not say things like that. Negro girl like me can't be with you likes that. And you be giving me a family is something I would love for you to do, white or not. After what we did ... I prolly be having a baby inside me now." Suddenly coming to the realization of what he has been doing, and the damage he could cause both of them. "I am sorry. I should have stopped myself. I did not mean to..." Sarah quickly kissed him interrupting his confession of guilt. "Not the first time a colored girl be having a white child. Besides, I likes knowing you might be giving me something every time you have me. Don't minds if you give me a dozen or so either, just as long as they're yours." Shocked and relieved at the same time Thomas said."You ... you want one? " Sarah smiled back and spoke. "You cans give me one right now if you wants. Take me again and do your thing inside me again." Watching her dark body open up and throw the covers from her body. She was now fully exposed and Thomas could not help but to glance at the dark patch between her legs. Standing up from the bed he so wanted her. "I don't know if I can. Last time took a lot out of me." Sarah rolled her body over so she was face down on the bed with only her elbows holding her up. "I have a trick to help you get going then." She moved in towards his waist with her ass in full view of his gawking eyes. When he felt his buckle being undone his view went down to his groin. Sarah easily had his belt parted and his pants pulled down. With amazement he saw his limp white penis right before her face. The anticipation of what she was going to do next was almost killing him. Thomas almost staggered back as her mouth opened up and engulfed his manhood with one quick gulp. Stunned with pleasure and forbidden joy of having his dick inside of her mouth the only sound was that of oral pleasure. Sarah moved slowly at first, letting Thomas feel her tongue wrapped around his head while her mouth caved in from the tightness she was giving. The more Thomas grew inside her mouth the more she moved back and forth on it till it was at full strength. As Thomas looked down he saw that she looked up into his eyes and then pulled away. His white cock sprung free from her dark lips. She broke the silence with her demands. "Now you ready to put it back in me." As Thomas pulled his shirt off, Sarah moved back on the bed so she was ready to have him between her black legs once more. Getting on the bed he instantly went to her dark sex aiming his just sucked erection for her black honey hole. As he guided it in put her hands on his hips pull to brace herself for more sex. "Oh lord ... I love feeling how big you are in me. Be wanting you to finish deep in me again." Thomas pushed his white rod deep inside her once again. Not stopping until feeling her sweat covered body was against his. Holding his body up with his arms near her head she reached up to feel his strong white arms caressing her body. Slowly pulling out of her only to push back in more forceful making her entrance open for him each time. Sarah held onto his white arms as he continued his thrusts pounding her body harder each time he penetrated her. She then slid her hands to his waist and held him trying to slow his thrusts before speaking. "Needs you to go slow for me." Thomas stopped instantly. "You ok?" Speaking softly Sarah replied back. "Not use to have you inside me so much. Just needs it slower this time." Not wanting to hurt her, Thomas pushed back in very slow until he was fully in her again. Staring into her eyes as her dark sex took him in all the way, he smiled and said. "Ok, I will go slow." Sarah matched his slow thrusts by lifting her body slightly and grinding her pelvis against his. As he continued his slowly powerful thrusts Sarah lost control and pulled him to her lips kissing him. She moaned as she kissed him feeling her body give out and release her orgasm on his white sex organ. The more his movements caused great pleasure the more he knew he was not going to last. Trying to speak was impossible as his mouth was locked against hers feeling her moan into his. With each deep thrust in her waiting love hole his body grew tighter in preparation. Finally breaking free from her embrace his grunts became more vocal and he knew he was close. Sarah looked up at him when his mouth moved away and could only softly moan as he was in her so deep. Not being able to hold out any longer Thomas let out a final moan as his white seed gushed inside her. Holding it in deep as he pulsed and continued to fill her womb up, he saw the delight in her eyes. It was like she knew she was being inseminated by her white lover. When nothing more flowed out of him Thomas pulled out and lay right next to her. Pulling her dark body onto his he held onto her as they both passed out. His final thoughts before his slumber, was how content he felt next to her. When he heard the front door close Thomas woke in a panic. Instantly reaching next to him he realized Sarah was not there. Either she was one at the door or had left earlier. Getting dressed and hurrying downstairs he saw his Aunt waiting by the foot of the stairs. "I see we are prone to sleeping young man." She said in a disappointing tone. "Sorry, I was just tired from the other night." Thomas uttered just as quick as his aunt finished talking. "Well someone was talking about you all day, and can't wait to see you off tomorrow. I just wish we were blessed with more time." "If you allow me to visit again, I am sure I can spend the time you want." "Such a darling you are. I have spoken to your father and he loved the idea of coming down for Christmas. Said he wanted you to spend your breaks here in Charleston." "That would be grand to spend my breaks here, Aunt Laura." There was not much left in the day before Thomas retreated back to his room to finish packing and prepare for his trip to college the next day. Thomas only wanted to see Sarah again and spend time with her. He also knew that his Aunt would see him off and would not give him alone time with her. The next day was like any other day at his aunts. The fresh smell of food from the kitchen and the sounds of the city when the window opened. The sun was shining today not like the previous days. Walking downstairs Thomas instantly heard the sounds of cooking coming from the kitchen and knew that Sarah was there trending to her duties. Walking downstairs he heard both Sarah and his aunt talking. It was a very calm discussion between the two and it was the first in which Sarah was telling his aunt what she should do. When he did make his appearance in front of the two their attention was instantly focused on him and their conversation was dropped. Laura immediately walked up to Thomas and kissed him, before announcing her plans. "Your stay was too short. You have made such an impression at the party too. That lovely girl Sue was wanting to talk more. You don't mind if she comes by to say good bye, do you?" Thomas sensed his Aunt Laura's motives, as they were very obvious. Before he said anything Sarah jumped in. "He don't minds a bit Miss Laura. I heards him last night talking about her." I shot a glare right at Sarah and then at my aunt. It was when I felt an elbow in my side from Sarah that I answered back. "I did ... I might have." "See Miss Laura, I told you he be shy as a mouse. You knows he won't go to her. That ida of bringing her to him for lunch be good. I makes something good too." Aunt Laura bust out. "Then it settled. I will fetch Sue, and we all will have a nice lunch. But I want your shyness to end with her Mister." Thomas nodded and grinned. Knowing something was afoot when Sarah nudged him. Still not knowing what was going on, he kept quiet until he saw his Aunt happily walking out of the house. Turning towards Sarah, Thomas inquired. "What's going on?" "I told Miss Laura you wanted to see Sue before you be leaving. Told my friend Gemma that Miss Laura wanted something special from her boss Mista Lyons. Now they be thinking that the whole Miss Sue thing is just be a way for her to be with Mista Lyons ." "You sure your friend will help?" "She be givin him somethin on the side for years now. He be listenin to her." Thomas's mind seemed at ease with her plan, but doubts still persisted. When Sarah bent over the table and positioned her backside towards him, he knew what her real intentions were. Sarah quickly told him what she really wanted. "Needs you to hurry now and give it to me again." Before Thomas replied his jaw dropped with Sarah lifting the back of her dress up and showing off her naked ass to him. Her dark skinned butt was clearly presented to him. Thomas could even see the dark patch of hair showing. Thomas got behind her, kissing her neck as he pushed his body against her naked ass. Taking her lead, he quickly undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. His erection was coming on quickly as his now bare skin pressed against hers. Thomas let his hands slide up her smooth dark arms as his body instinctively pushed forward. The tip of his now raging cock pressed against her ass check. Sarah leaned forward more and was now completely bent over the table. This allowed Thomas to feel her ass cheeks part just enough to let his member closer to her sex opening. With a very caressing touch Thomas moved his hands to her waist and pushed his body closer entering her. The Housemaid Sarah breathed in loudly as if her body needed the relief it craved. Thomas moaned slightly as he felt her wet vaginal muscles easily release allowing him further entrance to her love canal. It did not take long for him to start pushing in and out of her. Although he was going slow with a hard push he was still opening her ebony hole up to his shaft. Sarah rested her head on the table once Thomas had his white manhood fully penetrated her. Letting out a sigh of ecstasy, she pushed back against him to urge him to go even deeper and harder. "MMMM Lord, I love ta be feeling how large you are." Still holding her hips, Thomas let his body take over. Thrusting hard, while letting her ass absorb the pounding of their love making. Not slowing down and making sure his white manhood reached inner depths each time. Thomas wanted to last but the sensation of her tight vaginal wall surrounding his own dick was too much. Sarah knew he was close and turned her head around just enough to see his eyes. Moaning as she knew her body was going to be flooded with sperm. "It's ok ... whenever you be done." Not being able to hold out and longer, Thomas let his orgasm come. Pushing in deep and holding her hips tight, he let his white seed shoot in to her again. Still trying to push deeper he felt numerous spurts of hot cum shoot forth. Moaning with her as he knew she enjoyed it from spasms he was getting from her pussy. With limited energy Thomas pulled his pants up and slumped on the chair panting. He turned to Sarah and saw her drop her dress back down and act like nothing else was wrong. "At this pace we should be worried about children." Sarah turned her head around giving Thomas a quick kiss before answering back. "I think we be too late for that. My monthly be late. And with what you just puts in me, I don't be thinkin I be having my monthly for months now." Thomas sat in the chair and pulled Sarah closer hugging her. "Don't worry. I have a plan." Thomas left before his Aunt got back, and before a strange awkward meeting could take place with a young vibrant Sue. The only person that saw him off was Sarah. Still dressed in her maid dress, and wearing nothing under it. Even as she kissed him goodbye she remarked how she was keeping her thighs clenched making sure his seed did not drip out of her. On the train ride out of the city Thomas went through what he was going to tell his father. Knowing that the news of him not going to college was going to devastate him, he reminded himself of what he was getting. The thoughts of Sarah and his experience filled his head and reassured him of his decision. The next few days were harsh and Thomas agreed to his father's decision. Thomas relented and accepted the fact he would get to manage a small farm in Georgia that overlooked a few sharecroppers. The pay was barely enough to stay happy, but rich enough not to be poor. When he was packing his bag he sent a telegram to Sarah informing her that she should pack for her new life with him. Thomas was surprised at his father's acceptance of having Sarah as his lover. Even when he confessed to possibility having a child with him. When he did tell Sarah of his plans for them to be together she too was shocked and happy. It was when Thomas could not get through to her is when the worry hit. Repeated calls to the house only confirmed his suspicions something was wrong. The next day the news hit. Charleston was hit with a 7.3 magnitude earthquake that caused much damage and claimed 60 souls. Thomas traveled as quickly as he heard about the earthquake. It was there that he saw the devastation of the city. It was where he also confirmed the death of his aunt. The Housemaid Ch. 02 Annabel walked lightly despite the heavy tray she carried, down the hall towards the young master's room. Master Alexis lived on the third floor, well away his father's wing of the house. Both men preferred it this way, as Lord Eastmoor lived alone on his estate in remote Yorkshire out of a sincere desire for solitude. Or so everyone said. Annabel had lit the fire herself an hour before, and now she had arrived to provide the young master his breakfast. And his other morning services. Annabel didn't smile, but she focused her attention on the smooth rasp of her thighs against one another as she walked. She wore no undergarments, ever, as the young master had forbidden them when she had become his. He liked knowing that his seed leaked down her legs during the day, leaked out of her quim even as she did her dusting, leaked during her rounds of cocksucking services she provided to various males in the household. He loved knowing that her cunt was his personal receptacle for semen, but that she catted around the house sucking cock all day. They both knew he might impregnate her, but he seemed unconcerned. Annabel knew he would provide for her and a child, and he seemed to feel it would be proof of his virility, although he had never said so directly. And she loved being made messy by him, and smelling him on her all day, even as she swallowed the seed of others. Annabel entered the young master's room, setting her tray upon the table in his sitting room before entering his inner chamber. He lay sprawled in the bed, the coverlet twisted up around his waist, the sheets in disarray from his heavy and restless sleep. Cracking the drapes a bit to let the weak sunshine in, she went over the edge of the bed and knelt, drawing the chamberpot from under the bed and waiting on her knees expectantly. Alex opened his eyes, gazing at the ceiling above his bed in his beloved Eastmoor. He'd grown up here, though he'd been sent away to Eton at thirteen. And he would go to Oxford next year, but his father had allowed him to come home for a year to help manage the estate. He'd arrived a month ago. And the person who had greeted him the first morning of his arrival and been the most luscious housemaid he's ever set eyes upon, and more sluttish than he could have dreamed up even his wildest fantasies alone in his Eton bed. She'd sucked his cock that morning, and each subsequent morning for three days. But on that fourth day, he'd opened his eyes midway through her very excellent fellatio to see a look in her face he hadn't liked. She thought she had power. She thought she owned him, owned his cock. The second he'd had the thought, something must have changed in his eyes, as hers grew round and she had increased the suction. He'd been close to blowing, and this extra suction made him convulse, spurting his come into her waiting and hungry mouth. But instead of fondling her nipples, or patting her shoulder and requesting his tea as he'd done before, he decided to punish the housemaid. She had only the power he granted -- he'd learned that much on the birching block at Eton. She needed discipline, and in addition to Latin and maths, his schooling had taught him how to give and receive such punishments. And how to enjoy them. And he had enjoyed it, even as a young boy. His first year, the canings had been a confusing experience, with the pain, and his tears. Within a few weeks though, he had inexplicable little erections when he was ordered to go down and mount the block. He had not been a bad pupil, and he'd been publicly birched only a few times, but they had been so exciting that he'd rubbed his little pecker furiously at night imagining it. But the excitement he'd felt at being birched paled in comparison to his excitement about finally becoming the fagmaster last year in the Sixth Form. He loved it, loved being responsible for his fags behavior, of praising them and punishing them as they deserved. Molding them to his will, forcing them to obey because they feared and loved him, that was the greatest excitement of all. Oh, some could not be molded -- some never grew to love discipline, whether because they were too strong-willed or because they loved the wildness too much. The best were the ones who loved to submit to him, but be wild in other circumstances. Like the housemaid. That would be his amusement while he was home at Eastmoor then -- bending her to his discipline, while still fostering the wild sluttishness that made her so irresistible. And so when Alex opened his eyes that morning and turned his head to the light, he saw his lovely housemaid Annabel obediently kneeling before his bed, the porcelain chamberpot resting in her lap. She was backlit from the chink of sunshine, a curvy, irresistible form awaiting his pleasure. Her was dress off, and she sat, knees slightly parted, in only her chemise and front laced corset. Her breasts were large with prominent nipples that she loved to fondle, and have fondled. She had wide hips as well, and while her waist was proportional now, he knew enough of women that when she was older and had children, she would probably be dumpy. But her youth prevented that, and even as she aged, she would always have that mouth, with its full lips, lips that seemed almost permanently swollen given that she sucked so much cock. He knew she serviced many on the staff, and her voraciousness delighted him. She wore no cap as well as no dress, but her hair was still tied back from her face. A little frizz to her hair prevented a smooth line, which was lit up like a coppery halo around her head. Her eyes were downcast. Alex flipped back the coverlet, revealing his nakedness and his cock, swollen from the need to piss, but she did not look up. Good girl. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, and stood, feet planted wide on either side of her legs. He stood before her then, semi-erect, and she looked up, not to his eyes, but to the eye of his prick, and licked her lips involuntarily. Annabel stared for a moment at the young master's cock. It was swollen but not erect inside his long foreskin. When he was soft, the foreskin was long and loose enough to cover his entire cock, leaving the head hidden and secret. But now, it had swelled enough so just the pale pink, juicy eye peeked out. Given its full covering, the head was sensitive and Annabel longed to send her tongue into that little collar, digging and sucking. But she did not, fearing and longing for punishment that he doled out when she was too bold with him. She raised the porcelain bowl, at the same time grasping his prick, and aiming it there. He began to stream out, and the thin bowl warmed slightly in her left hand as the cock in her right softened as it streamed out his piss. When he had finished, she shook him gently and removed the bowl. He sat back upon the bed then, and she got up to put it aside for when she would empty it later. He stretched upwards then, his lean white body long and lithe. He was hairless upon his upper chest, but he did possess a great quantity of dark black hair in a trail upon his lower abdomen and a bush of it at his groin. His cock had retreated into its hidden sanctum, and Annabel longed to make it emerge. But she said nothing, as her young master preferred her silent and obedient to his will. Cracking his back, the young master ordered her to bring him a cup of tea and kneel at his feet as he partook. She obeyed with alacrity. As he sat sipping his tea, he asked her a question. "Were you a good girl or a nasty girl yesterday, dear Annabel?" Alex bit back a laugh as Annabel could not resist smiling her alley cat smile. "Oh, young master, I was very nasty with Mr. Crawford yesterday." Alex made a little humming noise in the back of his throat. He knew that she sucked off his father's butler every day while he and his pater discussed estate business over luncheon. He put on a stern voice. "Nastier than being your cockhungry little self? Explain." She looked up into his eyes. "May I touch myself as I tell you, young master? I fear I will not be able to restrain myself, and displease you." Alex nodded. "It is good that you asked permission. As you are still training, I will permit you to touch yourself, but only your nipples. You must not touch your pussy, but if you can come by only fondling your nipples, you may." "Oh thank you, young master," Annabel breathed. She pushed her breasts up and over the edge of her corset, so that they were crammed together, nipples exposed. They were like raspberries, red and fat and slightly nubbly. He knew from their month together that they were extremely sensitive. These berry nipples were surrounded by the large areolae that were puffy and upraised. The whole vision then was of large white breasts with huge puffy areolae and red nipples. It was delicious and amazingly pornographic -- Alex wondered at her breasts each time she exposed them. She closed her eyes, leaned back her head, and presently began to speak. "I went to Mr. Crawford in his parlor as usual. But I had promised myself that I would not allow my hunger for his cock to overtake me. And so I undressed him and made him submit to me first, sitting him in his chair and propping his legs up. And then I fucked him with my fingers, making him squirm and beg for it. Sucking down the fluid I forced from his cock as I manipulated that nut inside him that drives men wild. And then he lost control, and came into my mouth so hard that I could not even swallow it all." Alex watched her play with those nipples, strumming them and pinching them viciously, far harder than most men would touch them. "Oh, young master, I preyed upon his weakness. I know that he does not particularly desire women, desires a man's cock and a man's strength. I sympathize with him, for I too love what a man might do to me. So I played the man for him, and sucked him and fucked him with my fingers." Annabel gave her nipples tiny strokes now with her fingernails, and Alex watched her squirm. He wished to touch her, but he also wished to see if she could come just by fondling her own nipples and telling him of her nasty thoughts and deeds. "And then, oh then young master, I was very bad." She rolled and pinched her nipples, and he could tell she was close to her climax. "When Mr. Crawford asked me what had brought about my change in behavior, why I had fucked him with my finger, I answered." Annabel paused, pinching and mauling her breasts, making little mewling noises and panting like a cat in heat. "And what did you tell him, Annabel?" Alex asked softly, knowing the answer, and also knowing that he would have to punish her for it. His cock, which had been hardening as he watched the housemaid display herself, twitched and filled with even more blood. He did not touch himself, but did glance down to see that the head, pale pinkish purple, was peeking out of the foreskin, the dark-slitted eye moist and slippery. "Oh sir, I told him that I had been playing a game with him. Amusing myself. And amusing you, young master." She gave both distended nipples another pinch, and then she climaxed at the thought and deed of betraying her naughty relations with the young master of the house. As she came down from her climax, her knees gave way, so that she sat splayed between them, her calves cocked out with unnatural flexibility. Her ass and pussy now sat pressed on the floor, and she panted. Alex waited patiently for her to come to herself, and she looked up at him. "Was I too naughty, young master? Will you punish me?" At those words, she began to rub her pussy against the smooth wooden floor, seeking friction, and Alex knew it was time to take her in hand. "You know that telling anyone about what we do together deserves punishment, Annabel." She lowered her eyes from his, but not all the way. Instead, she stared at his hardened prick. In an instant, he stood up off the bed and grabbed her by the upper arms, forcing her pliant body to its feet. "You've been nasty and naughty, little maid, and I will punish you this morning as you deserve." With that, he dragged her willing body into his private dressing area behind him. Facing away from her so she couldn't see him as they walked, he smiled broadly at the thought. The Housemaid Ch. 02 Thomas rode onto his new property around mid day on a cold January day. His future plans were thrown into turmoil and his last chance at any future. His new home and business was also a new start for him as well. Thomas was now free of his father's rule, and had talked him into handing over some of the families land to him. Thomas liked to think it was his father's goodwill, but deep down he knew it was his blackmail of family secrets that pried the land from him. A two story farm house built some fifty years prior to his birth. Resting on 300 acres, the farm itself only took up 20 acres. The rest was subdivided out to sharecroppers. The prior occupant was only managing it for Thomas's father. Originally ran by his uncle, Thomas now stood as the sole owner of this working farm. The weight of the task was only lifted by the fact the sharecroppers pulled in most of the farm's profits. When Thomas walked up to the front porch, the front door opened and a colored woman stepped out. She looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties. She wore a head scarf, but could see the long black hair in neat tight braids pulled back. Her dress was white and stained with use. Although her size was not overweight she did not look small. Her large breasts were noticeably not pushed up, and were barely held back. She smiled and walked up to Thomas to grab his saddlebag from his horse. "You must be Mista Childs. I's Susana Grist, buts people just call me Sue. I be Clayton's wife, we be on the back field from here" Thomas bowed his head and replied back. "Nice to meet you Sue, you can call me Thomas." Sue grabbed the bag from Thomas's hands and followed him into the house. When then both entered, she softly questioned him. "Mista Johns had me as house help to offset my bills. Will you be wanting to keep me on as help?" Thomas looked at her in the eyes and smiled back. "That would be great for now, but I may not need you as much in the future." "Well, I can be a great help in whatever you need. I be close by too. My house be on the back field." Sue smiled and bowed to him as she spoke. The rest of the day was Sue showing Thomas the house and the grounds. Thomas felt that she was fighting for her job even though her family was farming one of his back fields. Thomas smiled politely and said thank you every chance offered to him. Each time she would stare in disbelief when he did. Since it was winter and much of the farm was simple maintenance, Thomas was able to maintain the ledgers and receipt books left to him. Even though he skipped college; Thomas as a quick study, and was more concerned about how to run a farm then keeping up with the sharecroppers. It was more than a week since Thomas first arrived in his new Georgia farm. He was far removed from his father who had all but disowned him. Thomas knew what he needed to do to make a life for himself and was ready to start once spring came around. The money he brought with him would be used for sharecropper loans. This in turn would be an added profit once the final harvest was sold and loans repaid. Thomas was thankful to have Sue around, but after a few days there was little for her to do. Against his better financial judgment he decided he would keep her on until the spring. The money he brought with him could afford to pay her, and Thomas knew he needed the company. Even though her work load around the house was considered light, her companionship for a few hours a day was needed. Their pleasant conversations always lifted the drab cold afternoons. Although she was at least ten years older than him, Sue was quite attractive. She was almost the same height as him, with a medium frame. Although her dress covered almost all of her curves it was clear she was well endowed. Her hair was braided and almost always covered or put up hiding its true length. Thomas once looked at her exposed cleavage to him as she was bent cleaning. When it happened, they exchanged glances. It was Sue that smiled though, as if she gave permission for Thomas to look. No matter where Thomas was in the house, Sue made a point to enter the room to offer something to him; either a cup of lemonade, water, or coffee. Even though her duties ended before noon, she still came back a different time to make supper and clean up. Sue was not shy about letting her kids come with her on some days, as she made sure Thomas was looked after. Thomas was always thankful, and would force her to have a conversation at times. It became clear to him that she was not use to be talked to like an equal, and would only give short answers, but each conversation seemed to get longer as the days progressed. He did not know if it was the fear of losing her meager job, or the fact she was black and he was white. To ease her fears, Thomas treated and acted as if she was white. He made her use the front door, and insisted upon her calling him by his first name. Sue agreed upon all of Thomas's conditions, except when in public. She said it would only cause problems. With three children who visited it was common to have a noisy house at times. Thomas never minded having a busy house, and sometimes welcomed them to play indoors when it became too cold. Thomas knew they enjoyed coming around, but life as a sharecroppers child was not an easy one. He knew that they had a to help the family if they would ever survive. It was almost a year since Thomas's loss, and starting another relationship was far removed from his mind and heart. Thomas let things lay as they were when he arrived, and did not pursue anything except a profitable farm. With each passing week, Thomas made progress with the mess that was left to him by the former occupant. When the ledgers, with all the outstanding loans were finished, Thomas realized that Sue and her husband owed the most. Each passing year they owed more than was borrowed, while their harvest yield decreased. All the other sharecroppers owed a small amount, but Clayton's outstanding loans were almost five times as much. Thomas wondered why Sue and her husband was even allowed to still be on the land. At the start of the season when the sharecroppers came to Thomas to discuss the terms for loans, he told Sue the bad news. She and her husband would have to payback a large portion of their debt of have to leave the land. He felt guilty about what he had to do, but he knew business came first. He remembered what happened when you let personal feelings get in the way in the past. The pain he felt from his loss helped him make his decision. When Sue came to work the next day, Thomas was waiting for her. He could not help but stare into her dark brown eyes as he broke the news to her. "I have some bad news. I am going to have to have Clayton and you off the farm unless you pay back a good some of what is owed." Before Thomas could finish telling Sue she turned around and locked the front door, as if she was fired and told to leave. As she turned to Thomas her expressions changed. "I guessin you be wanting the same deal as Mista Johns. Been waitin for you to ask. Thought you be just young and shy at first. Then I found you were just nice as they said." Thomas stood in utter disbelief as Sue walked to him. His curiosity took over and he questioned her. "What deal did you have with Mr. Johns?" Sue walked calmly over to Thomas and let her hands rest on his shirt. "He be lettin things slide for me helping out. You know... with his needs and all." Thomas fought the urge to not think about having Sue in his arms and bed. The simple thought of her naked brought forth his erection. It was his need for love that brought him back to reality. He knew that this was nothing more then forced prostitution. "I am sorry Sue, but I can't. I find you very attractive and ... it's not right is all." Sue's face was more determined as ever. Her hand now slid down from his shirt to Thomas's pants. Feeling the bulge grown under her touch she replied back. "I feel you be wantin it. Besides ... I see you lookin at me that way." The thought of having Sue give herself to him for a loan broke Thomas's heart. "I can't do it. It's not about you though. A woman should not have to give herself like this." When he moved back, the look in Sue's eyes swelled with tears. She turned back and quickly walked out the door without saying a word. Thomas could not bear to be in the room as she walked out and left before the door even closed. Thomas went out to the farm to find something to do to keep his mind occupied. Since his farm had no help it was easy to find something to do. The day seemed to fly by as Thomas worked on repairing holes in the fence and barn. Before he realized what time it was, the sun was about to set. He packed up and put away the tools before heading inside to pass out. Not even eating, Thomas found his bed to crash. The whole time he thought back to his Aunt's house and the time he spent with Sarah. The more he thought about the past, the more he felt guilty about Sue, and her situation. Right as Thomas finished eating breakfast he heard a light knocking on the door. When he opened it, Sue stood before hm. She wore the same dress as the day before, except her face was swollen. Her right eye had been punched and was now swollen. "What happened?" "I be wanting to know if you still be needin help round the place is all?" The look of anger could not be hidden from Thomas's face. "Come in and tell me what happened." Sue shuffled her feet in the house and stared blankly at the floor. "Clay said I was not be pretty enough for you. Said... I better have a job at least." Seeing that she was not crying, but the wounds looked fresh. Thomas walked her by the hand to the kitchen table to sit her down. Finding a clean towel to clean her face, Thomas still fumed inside. "Is he home now? Is Clayton at the house?" Sue looked up for the first time to see Thomas's face. Noticing his anger, she pleaded. "Please no. Be makin it worse if you do. Be taking me to another place, and do it to me there is all. Best let things be" Thomas sighed heavily and eased her fears. "Ok, but Clayton is not going to be too happy when I demand he pay all the back money he owes." Sue smiled the best she could. "I understand you not wanten to be with me and all. Mista Johns told me about you before he left." Thomas still continued to clean her face as he replied. "What did he say?" "Said you be a disowned nigga lover and all. Said that you the reason he had to leave and all." Thomas was able to easily dismiss the comments. He had heard it countless times in his head. The conversation he had with his father played on repeat in his mind. "Thats two people who are now wrong." Sue looked up to get an answer. "Who be wrong?" "My father was wrong about me, and Clayton is wrong about you. You are pretty, and I would be with you if things were different. I am sorry you had to be with Mr. Johns like that for all that time." Sue smiled when she replied. "Thank you for that. Mista Johns would not be with me like that. He be liken other things." Thomas finished cleaning her face as Sue began to look somewhat presentable again. "Well you don't have to worry about doing that any more. I can keep you on as help, and you don't have to do those things again." Sue placed her hand on Thomas's thigh and the other hand on Thomas's belt. As she reached to unbuckle it, he gently reached over to stop her. As their hands touch, she spoke out. "Please... I know I don't have to. It's just that I be wanting to now." Thomas let his hands drop to his side. He watch as Sue took her time undoing his belt and pulling it apart. Once it was apart, she undid the top button just as carefully. Thomas was about to change his mind about the whole thing until he saw her look up and smile at him. It was then she continued undressing him from the bottom down. Taking a deep breath, Thomas felt his manhood awaken as Sue touched him. When Sue finally pulled down the last part of Thomas's clothes exposing his erection to her, she instantly had her hand on his shaft. "Best you relax while I be doing this." Without a protest, Thomas watched Sue's large dark lips engulf his hard white member. The feeling of her wet lips wrapped tightly around his head was amazing. His dick almost wanted to jerk up from the immense pleasure of her mouth. It only got better, as Sue moved further down just as quickly until her nose was pressed against his waist. Thomas let his mind go blank as he watched her mouth move back up again keeping a tight seal around his erection. Thomas's erection would swell up again each time Sue's lips would reach the head of his penis. Never releasing it from her lips, she kept a steady pace of going back and forth. Occasionally looking up to see the sheer delight in his eyes, she knew the pleasure she was giving him. The impending release of his erection weighed on Thomas's mind. He did not think it was right to let go in her mouth. The only alternative he thought of was just to end it. "Have to stop now." Sue instantly looked up and moved her lips back up until it was only on the head of his penis. When she did this, she shook her head back and forth to let Thomas know she was not going to stop. Pushing her tongue hard on the slit of his head and holding it there as she moved down again on his pulsing shaft. As her lips still held firm, she let her tongue glide along the shaft until she reached the bottom again. The intense feeling was too much for Thomas to handle. He put his hand down on the table for fear of falling over. Letting go from trying to hold back his body let forth. Grunting, as his cum shot out of his penis with full intensity; it was like a water hose was turned on full blast. Sue held her mouth steady about halfway on his pumping erection. Not letting go and letting it flow straight into her mouth. She never moved or made any sign of displeasure as her mouth was filling with warm sperm. Sue moved her hand up to grip the base of Thomas's shaft as he was ejaculating in her mouth. Slowly she stroked upward pushing more sperm from his white prick. Swallowing as it continued to pump its worth into her mouth. After a few moments Sue moved her mouth again up and down on Thomas's still solid manhood. This time her lips were not wrapped so tight around his shaft. When she finally let go from his white erection she looked up with a big smile. "Your white thing sure did have a lot. Now sit down and let me fix you a proper meal." Thomas sat at the table and watched Sue working in the kitchen like it was second nature. Each time she would do something she would turn back and smile at him. Thomas did not know what to make of this until he finally broke down and asked. "You keep smiling, did I do something?" Sue slide a plate of food in front of Thomas and answer back in a giddy tone. "It just be that I never met such a nice young white man before. Guess the stories bout you be true." Thomas and Sue both smiled back at each other. "Sometimes they are." Over the hours Thomas let Sue work around the house undisturbed. Allowing her freedom to do and use whatever she needed in the house. During that time, Thomas struggled with getting his fence fixed, as he noticed a few animals had escaped. The frustration built up and he resigned the task and went inside defeated. He knew the season was starting and he did not have enough money or credit to buy more animals or another fence. The next day was the same and Sue was there bright and early. She did not knock on the door, but had breakfast on the table when Thomas entered the kitchen. "Morning Mista Childs." Thomas smiled and corrected her. "Please, call me Thomas. I thought we went over this." Sue smiled back and replied. "Sorry, it just be a force of habit and all. Sides, I did not know if you be wanten me round and all." Thomas smiled, and replied back to ease her fears. "Of course I want you around. I missed having you here." Thomas motioned for Sue to sit next to him as he went back to his food. "Please. I hate eating alone. Thank you for doing this." Before Sue sat down she walked right beside Thomas and hugged him. Thomas made no movement to move away but let his body be pressed against hers. Thomas could not help but notice that her breasts were pressed right against his face. It was like she was leaning down to make sure the open part of her dress was right in his face. Before Thomas could do something he felt the top of her dress being pulled down. The soft skin of Sue's breast was now against his face. Thomas knew where this was going and tried to pull away. "Shhhh, just suck on them." Stopping his quick struggle, Thomas kissed her dark areola before sucking on her long nipple. It seemed to fit perfectly in his lips. As he kissed and sucked on her nipple, he felt his pants being undone. It did not take long before his erection was full strength and open to her touch. The intense pleasure of having Thomas suck on her breasts cause her voice to moan out her next plan. "If you wants it in me, you can." Thomas moved away to reply. "No. You don't have to do anything like that with me." Sue moved her leg over Thomas as he sat in the chair. She moved his plate back and sat right on the table directly in front of him. "I wants it though. I want you to do it." When Thomas sat up he was directly in front of Sue. He could not help but kiss her. The moment his lips touch hers, he felt her arms around his body. Sue pulled him close as Thomas let go his emotions for the first time. His erection was now between her legs and aiming at her. Sue opened her legs and lifted her dress to allow him to come closer. Thomas moved closer and let his white member slip right into her love folds. He felt the instant tight wet feeling he so longed for around the head of his erection it stopped. It was Sue that broke the kiss and pushed Thomas back away from her, when her dark love hole was penetrated by him. "Can't be in there. Needs to put it in the other one... to make sure nothing happens." Thomas moved his hand to her cheek and pulled her face towards him to resume kissing her. Not listening to her concerns, he kissed her to stop her protests. Moving her back into position, Thomas guided his erection towards her dark sex. Sue let her moans escape as her love hole was entered. "OH Jesus... you feel big in me." Thomas felt her body shudder when he slid deeper into her. Her body seemed to go limp with pleasure as his erection smoothly entered deep into her only to pull out. Her continued moans were all but drowned out by their kissing when he pushed back in her once more. Thomas began thrusting harder into her as he continued kissing her. Sue's hands gripped his back hard as her body let go a let his white member take her dark love canal. With each thrust Thomas felt her hole tighten and loosen from his thrusting. There was almost no friction as he white manhood slid deep and retracted. It was as if he vaginal hole was made just for him. Wanting it to last longer, Thomas tried to slow down but his body would not let him. The strong pulse of his member was letting him know it was close. Finally breaking the kiss, Thomas looked at the passion in Sue's dark eyes. Sue was panting just as much as Thomas as she spoke. "If you finish in me everyone will know its' yours." Thomas slowed down his thrusting, but still continued to go deep each thrust into her black love hole. When Sue grabbed a hold of his throbbing penis, he looked up at her. Sue stared back as she moved his white prick out of her vaginal hole. Thomas felt it free from her body before touching something else. "Push it ins here. It going to feel good, trust me." Thomas did as Sue said and felt his member slip into her again. It was much tighter as he slowly pushed in. The sensation of being close and the snug warm feeling of her anal cavity sent flutters throughout his body. Thomas stared in disbelief as Sue allowed him to penetrate her backside. The Housemaid Ch. 02 "Am I hurting you? I can stop if it does." Seeing the worry on his face made Sue respond to him. "I be fine. Just go slow is all. Do what comes natural, I know it be feeling good for ya." Thomas pulled out until only the head of his white penis was in her. Doing as Sue wanted, he pushed slowly into her until he could go no further. He continued doing this feeling her anal passage close in and release his manhood each time. Thomas started to move his body faster as Sue smiled at him letting him know it was ok to use her ass in such a manner. "Thats it, do you thing in me. I can feels you ready to go too." Thomas had his mouth drop when his orgasm hit him. Not being able to stop pumping into Sue as his sexual peak hit him. Holding his prick stead as it released a flood of hot sperm in her tight ass. Grunting with his dick spurting cum, he dropped down in the seat to see the look of utter satisfaction from Sue. "Oh my, you be good and giving a woman what she wants. Be thinking it runs in the family." Thomas laughed it off but wondered what Sue really meant. The rest of the day went like the day before. The struggle with his only tractor continued with no end in sight. It was when a wagon pulled up that Thomas finally stopped working. A colored man no older than twenty jumped down to greet Thomas. "Hi there Mr. Childs. Names, Willie Anderson, I have the farm over by the creek. Was wondering if we could talk some." Thomas extended his hand to greet him and surprised Willie. He looked shocked by, but took his hand quickly in a joyful surprise. "I guess you're here about this year's loan?" "You figured right. Thought we could talk bout me extending some more money and maybe get some more land wit that." Thomas smiled and shocked Willie again." I may have some land available soon, if you want." Before Willie could answer he took a few steps towards Thomas's torn fence. "I can be fixing that right quick for ya." Thomas smiled at Willie. "You fix that fence of mine and I will make sure you get more land." Willie replied with a similar laugh before answering back. "Get those lost cattle too." Thomas's face went to business mode. He knew that Willie was serious and was able to get him back to not losing money for the season. "You get me my cattle and I will make sure money is not a problem this year." Willie laughed and shot back. "I knew when Mista Johns was being fired he would do something sneaky like this. Waited for him to do it for weeks. Found your cattle last night and the most of them I had when he let them go a month ago." "You mean I have more. Johns only had twenty listed." Cried Thomas. "Reckon he been cheatin ya. But I be gettin them back to you by right quick." Thomas could not hold back the excitement as Willie left his farm. After thanking him, he decided to give Clayton's field to Willie so he can harvest both. He then realized he would have to break the news to Sue. He wondered how she would take it. When he entered the house he wondered why she was still there. She normally worked only four hours a day before heading back home. When he got to the kitchen the smell of her work overpowered him. There he saw her cooking as she sang. "There you be Thomas. Fixed you a good supper tonight." Thomas answered back. "I thought you would have left by now. Not that you have to go but I thought Clayton would wonder." Sue walked over to him defeated. "You see, Thomas. Clayton already left. He knew that you would try to get past money from him. I understand if you be wantin me to go too." Thomas pulled out a chair without a second thought and motioned her to sit. "I knew he would leave Sue. I did not know he would leave you too. It doesn't matter now. You and the kids can stay until you find work. The field is taken but the house you can use." Sue stood back up to hug Thomas. "You be too kind Thomas. Know you can't keep me on working for you. But you letting me stay is more than I can ask for. I do need to fetch the kids. They be staying at theirs Aunts. Tell them the good news." As Sue left Thomas retired for the day wondering how his life ended up the same even though he moved away from it. He knew the more Sue stayed around the more his feelings would get hurt in the long run. He also knew that she was something he should not have. The torn feelings with her sent him to bed confused. The next morning was a bit of a surprise. Thomas walked downstairs to an empty house. Sue was nowhere in sight. The kitchen was how he left it and there was no evidence she came and left something for him while he slept. This new found start sent Thomas wondering if he did the right thing. All the thought and wondering would have to wait for him though, as he knew this week was going to be busy for him. Thomas was more than happy to spend the day with Willie retrieving his lost cattle. He knew this would make sure his farm could even turn a profit this year. Although Willie did not ask for anything past their arrangement, Thomas offered to give him more land to work while he got use to handling his own farm. The thoughts of failure seemed to subside each time he was with him. By late afternoon, Thomas was back on his own farm and could see his fireplace bellowing smoke. When he finally entered the house he could smell the home cooking before he saw Sue. She was in the kitchen stirring a pot when he came upon her. "Thought you were not going to come back today." Sue turned around to greet him with an immense smile. "Mista Jones offered me a job few week ago. Mista John said I was no good to him. Since Mista John not be in town anymore, and how Misses Jones needed help ... Mista John offered me the job again." Thomas responded with outward joy, but inside he struggled with his feelings. "I would match the pay if I could. I am sorry I am not able to give you more work." Sue smiled and walked over to Thomas to give him a hug. "You not be needing to worry bout me anymore. I can even pays you the rent for the house." "Thomas returned her hug and said back."You don't need to pay. The least I can do. I am sorry Clayton left." Sue glanced back a little confused but stern about her feelings. "I don't be worrying bout him no more. I know I am better off without him too. New job makes more than his sorry ass ever did. But I can't be taken your charity. People be thinking things, and we can't have that." Thomas laughed at her before answering back. "Let them. I am use to it and it won't stop me from living the way I want to." Sue walked back to her pot. "Knows how you feel now, but you best think about finding you a wife. Nice good white girl who can take care of you right. Can't be thinking of having a life with some poor negro girl." Thomas's hearty sank as her words hit home. He knew his fantasy life would come to haunt him and whatever future he wanted. The life he wanted died in Charleston a year ago. The only thing left for him to do was pick up the pieces and move on. He just thought there was a chance at a life with someone he was getting to know and love. Thomas now pushed all the feelings of love to that of strong fondness and appreciation. After a well cooked meal, Thomas thanked Sue and told her he was going to turn in for a much needed sleep. Thomas was more than happy to explain to her about how Willie helped save his profit for the year. The second his name came up, her face smirked with laughter but held back from saying something. As Thomas finished his last part of his supper, Sue was already cleaning up. Thomas tried to stop her, after explaining to her she no longer needed to help out. Sue gave a loud hush sound and continued to work. When Sue went to grab Thomas's plate, she looked down to see his eyes were fixated on her exposed cleavage. Sue knew that when she bent down the tops of her breasts were clearly visible. Not too many people looked, but Thomas made no attempts to hide his stare. "I can shows you them if you like." Sue uttered to him softly. Thomas mumbled back. "I am sorry. I just..." "It's ok. I likes when you touched them before." Thomas broke his obvious stare to say. "It's not right. I can't be expecting you to do those things." Sue was already pulling down the top of her dress when she replied back. "I lets you do it because I wanted to do it, not because I had to. I knows you a good young man." Thomas did not have a chance to respond before Sue's breasts were inches from his face. Taking her lead he placed his mouth on her nipple. Sucking on her nipple, he could feel it grow slightly in his mouth. After a few moments he felt her body push away and her hands move his face to the other nipple. Again Thomas repeated his sucking. The more he teased the nipple and sucked on her, the more he heard her deep breaths. Thomas moved his hands around her waist and held her tight. Sue was no longer able to move Thomas away as he nursed from her ebony breast. It was then Thomas heard her protest. "Needs to be stopping ... please..." Thomas continued as his own lust was building. Thomas then tasted something coming from her breast. The taste was not unpleasant, but it was warm. Thomas moved away quickly to see the slight drops of white breast milk coming from the tips of her dark nipple. Sue cried out. "Please don't be..." Thomas smiled and went back to sucking. Not letting Sue stop him this time. Thomas then felt her body shift and move so she was facing him again like the last time they made love. Thomas backed away from her completely. "Not here. I want you in the bedroom." Sue followed Thomas upstairs and watched him light the lamp in the bedroom. She watched him undress before he walked over to help her from her dress. Sue tried to protest and stop him, but each time he would kiss her and continue. It was after the third time, she let go her inhibitions and let him reveal her full nude form. Thomas could see the effects of age and childbirth on her stomach. Although Sue's dress hid her body type, her slim features were now fully exposed to him. Thomas could see the instant contrasts his complexion had on her dark features. Feeling her stomach, she whimpered to his touch, as she held on to him for fear of falling from the anticipation. Thomas removed all her clothing and even let her dark braids hang down her back. Kissing her belly, he moved further up her body, only stopping to suck the droplets of remaining breast milk before meeting her waiting lips. Thomas laid her down on the bed and got on top of her. Sue watched as his white erection was aimed directly at her entrance. She was more worried that he would reject her naked ebony body then thrust in her too fast. When his kiss broke the silence she relaxed and just waited for the moment he would penetrate her. Thomas felt her body go weak from their passionate kiss, and knew it was time to push into her. The second his member entered her, he felt her body tremble with joy. The more it pushed in, the louder her muffled moans escaped their kiss. When his shaft was fully in her love sheath, he finally broke their kiss. Sue could do nothing but allow her young white lover to take his ebony prize. Sue pushed her body up to encourage Thomas to take her. Knowing she was ready, Thomas commenced moving his body back and forth sliding his white rod deeper into her. Sue's mouth stayed open with moans of ecstasy each time Thomas's white muscle went in her. Thomas continued to enter and with draw from her love canal with more force then before. As their body rocked with sweat and emotion, Sue had to grip his shoulders to express her orgasms. Thomas pumped away without stopping or slowing down. Each time he felt her hole close and get wetter, he would lean over to kiss her. The embrace and intimacy of their kiss would only cause Sue to push more of her fluid out of her dark love hole. As Thomas neared his own orgasm, he was worried about the timing of pulling out of her. Before he was close, he slowed to warn her. "I will pull out when I am close." Sue was lost in the moment before Thomas warned her. Sue could think of nothing else to tell him other than the truth. "Oh lords keep it in. Make it yours." Thomas let go of his normal sense and body control. The feeling of his white erection throbbing was now overpowering. The moment his white seed flooded deep in Sue's black body, she cried out. "Oh dear lords I feel it! Keeps it in until it's done." Thomas could only grunt as Sue demanded her cervix be filled with his fertile sperm. When the last of his fluid left his body he collapsed next to her. Thinking about how wonderful it felt, Thomas looked stunned when Sue quickly got up from the bed. Thomas needed more from her and pulled her back into his arms. In a loving embraced he held her tight kissing her. Thomas's lips touched hers, reassuring her of his feelings towards her. Thomas made sure Sue fell asleep before he did, never releasing her from his arms. It was when the rooster woke Thomas that he found himself alone in the bed. Wondering down to the kitchen he saw the breakfast was left for him. Although Sue was nowhere in sight, she had left him food. The rest of the day Thomas saw the rest of his tenants. Thomas was more scared then excited when the last of his money was left out. After countless loans Thomas prepared for his own planting. With the land given to Willie for planting, Thomas had only a few acres just for himself to work. Thomas was more than willing to take Willie Anderson's advice on farming and had him instruct him. Although Willie made no judgments or comments, Thomas listened as if he was in charge. Thomas spent the entire day listening and following the instructions of his sharecropper. At the end of the day Thomas limped back to his own house an exhausted man. Thomas was worried that the other sharecroppers would see him as he was: a fraud. After a long day getting his farm set for planting, Thomas began life alone on his farm for the first time. The effects of not having Sue around showed when his burnt meal smell travelled throughout the house. Thomas sighed and resumed his palace as a bachelor. Just as he opened the backdoor to throw away the remains of his burnt meal he could see someone walking to his house. The closer the person got he could recognize Sue coming towards him. She held a basket in her hands and was wearing her work dress and apron still. As Sue got to the door, Thomas stepped out on his porch to greet her. Before Sue got to the house Thomas called out to her. "You should be home after working, not tending to me." Sue cheerfully laughed and pushed right past Thomas to enter the house. "What I needs to be doing is makin sure you get yourself a nice young white girl to takes care of you." Thomas laughed back but knew she had a point. His entire life someone was making sure he was looked after. Either his boarding school or his nanny growing up. The thought of having to settle down was a little scary and complicated for him now. The aspect of adulthood was new, and just a year ago it was college fears. Thomas watched Sue unpack her basket and lay out a already cooked meal. Thomas just sat down in awe as his former house maid brought him a cooked meal. She placed it all in front of him and then urged him to eat. As Thomas ate his meal, he heard the noise of Sue cleaning his house just as fast as she could. When he stopped eating to tell her to stop she scolded him for not eating. Before long the curiosity overwhelmed him and he saw Sue boiling water on the living room heater. Thomas called out to answer his own curiosity, not to stop her. "What's the water for?" Sue calmly replied back. "When you done with eatin, come and find out." Thomas instantly walked in to see the wash basin on the floor almost filled with water. He did not know if Sue wanted to clean up before heading home or if she needed to clean something larger in the house. It was when she dumped the water and approached him, did he realize it was for him. Thomas backed away slightly but was not fast enough, as Sue had a hold of his collar. "You not dirtying up the sheets tonight. Not going to be cleaning them till my day off. Gets you clean right now." Sue pulled up a chair and sat in front of Thomas and proceeded to help him undress. Thomas wanted to resist, but Sue took control over the removing the clothes part. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt making careful attention to his chest. Sue slowly left the palm of her dark hands run down his chest muscles before letting her hands find his belt buckle. As her hands reached his belt, Sue moved back up on his chest breathing heavily as she reached his neck. "Be thinking farm work agrees with you. Girls going be mighty happy with a young man as strong as you be." The soft skin of Sue seemed to have an effect on Thomas too. As she breathed heavily while caressing his chest, he felt his own manhood responding. Sue unbuckled his belt and pulled down Thomas's pants to reveal his naked form. The sight of his white erection only made her smile. Thomas could see the gleam in her eye once his member bounced free of its confines. "Thinking you needs more attention than just a bath." Said Sue as her eyes feasted on Thomas's male body part. Thomas laughed it off, but was unsure if Sue would go through with it. He also did not want to push himself on her, even make a move about for fear it would seem he was just another abuser. He held firm on the sides of the basin and was about to step in. Just before Thomas got his right foot in, Sue abruptly stopped him and reached for his thigh. Thomas watched as Sue slowly moved her mouth to his enlarged male organ. Just as her mouth was about to engulf it, Sue looked up to see his eyes. The smile on her face before she took him sent shivers through his body. The familiar wet sensation instant drew all blood to his now throbbing white prick. Sue moved her hands to Thomas's ass, as she pulled him closer to her. Sue never moved her body as more of his white erection slid down her throat. Thomas could feel her tongue pressing all around the tip of his dick each time she moved up on his shaft. When Sue moved down her tongue was firmly pressed along the underside, which made his erection jerk with anticipation. The feeling was so intense his moans could not be helped. Sue made no sounds or expressions of displeasure when Thomas's white erection was moving fast down her throat. Her plump lips were almost kissing it as she moved up on his dick too. After a few minutes of continuing this constant pace she felt his body would not last any longer. Sue placed her hand on his pulsing manhood and slid it up and down. Sue was smiling as she knew Thomas was about to release. "I can finish you likes this, if you wants?" Thomas looked down to see her expression of lust and replied with haste. "What do you want?" Sue's expression of joy was almost animated as she stood up and almost pushed him to the chair. Thomas fell back in the chair sitting. "Just be relaxing now. I will be doing all the work." Said Sue. Thomas was almost helpless as he waited to see Sue undress before him. To his dismay she moved over him and lifted her dress up to her waist. With her hand holding up the dress she squatted down on him and moved slightly so his manhood could find its home. The second Thomas felt pressure on the head of his erection it was already engulfed with a tight warm moist feeling. He was now deep inside her dark body as she sat on him. Sue moaned out as her love canal filled with Thomas's stiff erection. "Oh lords you feel big." Thomas did not know if he was hurting her or if she was even enjoying it. His curiosity had to be answered. "You ok? It's ok if we stop." Sue winked her eyes and smiled back as she softly moaned out her reply. "Just needs to go slow at first. Trust me your white thing feels good in there." The Housemaid Ch. 02 Resting his hands on her waist, Thomas slowly pushed up as Sue slowly bounced on his lap. Feeling his member go deeper in her as she continued to bounce harder on him. The more they moved in unison, the more Thomas could feel less friction from her now wet love opening. Moving his hands up to her bust, Thomas pulled top of her dress to reveal her large brown breasts. Pulling her close to his mouth, he latched onto her. Sue was now staring with passionate intent as her intimate love hole was being filled. Moaning as her lust was overtaking her. "See, its fitting just fine now. Oh my, its doing fine in there. Just keep on sucking" With his lips around her dark areola he sucked hard. Still having Sue gyrate and move up on his hard prick Thomas heard the deep breathes come from her chest as he had himself deep inside of her. The more her rapid breathes continued the more he sucked hard on her erect nipples. Moving from one nipple to another Thomas finally tasted the few droplets of her breast milk before stopping. Looking down with disappoint met as Thomas moved his lips from her erect leaking nipples."I am sorry, I should have tolds you about that." Thomas smiled back as he returned to sucking on her dark erect nipples. Almost wanting her milk to come on full strength to prove it did not bother him on the slightest. The moment his mouth started to suck on her nipples, he felt her Sue's sex get slicker. His prick now slid in and out of her with ease. As her body accepted his white shaft each time, she was slower about lifting her body up. Hearing her moan with pleasure each time her body was filled with his white meat only made Thomas suck harder. He knew now she was enjoying the feeling of having him thrust in her deep. When Thomas felt her bone hit his and suddenly stop he broke away from her nipples to see what was wrong. Sue was almost panting when she looked down at him with instructions. "Dont moves it, just keeps it there a second." Thomas shook his head. "Anything you want." He wanted to say something more profane, but was overcome with the wonderful sensation that her dark forbidden sex was giving him. Sue laughed as she heard him. "OH, I can feel whats getting ready." Sue grinded back making Thomas hit her sensitive spot making herself moan from it. "Just be sure nots to pull out." Her ebony body had a slight sheen of sweat. Her pert nipples showed a slight droplet of white milk contrasting with her dark nipple. Thomas tried to calm himself down as his own erection just pulsed with blood. He nodded his head in agreement as he pushed back in her. "Thats it..I feels you right where I wants it now. When you feels ready to finish, just be letting it go and all." Thomas was about to say something, but was in awe, as her love entrance clenched and released him. The more he pushed back in her, the tighter she got until it finally let him back in. Once back in her, Sue moaned loud and her opening was even more wet and slippery making it easier to push right into the spot she so desired with faster thrusts. When Thomas finally hit her spot he saw a satisfied look as Sue's body stiffened. Moving faster in and out of her Thomas felt the impending explosion from his own body. Not wanting to stop, he felt the urge to warn her. "You sure you want me to finish in you? I can pull out. I know you don't want things to happen." Sue looked down, as Thomas still pounded her black sex hole. "Dont be pullin out now! Needs you finish. You can puts whatever you wants in my belly...just puts it deep as you cans." Thomas tried to speak but the intensity of pleasure was at its tipping point. The head of his member was throbbing so hard as his climax drew close, The only thing he could think of was to push hard inside her. Sue looked Thomas dead in the eyes and smiled as they both knew his white sperm was about to be released inside her black body. There was no stopped both of them as Sue pushed down and Thomas pushed upwards. As they forced his pulsing white member deep it finally erupted. Thomas and Sue both moaned in unison as they reached an orgasm. Instead of getting up from his lap, Sue nestled herself down on Thomas even more. Thomas could still feel the tight clenching of her vaginal muscles as his own sex organ continued to sputter his white seed into her. Sue was breathing heavy as her body was coming down from the excitement. "Oh my... I think you puts a lot in me this time." Sue wanted to get up and fix her dress, but she leaned forward and embraced Thomas. Thomas took her in his arms and held her there. Not moving himself, Thomas felt his own erection staying strong inside of her. He also knew that his flow of sperm was still pumping inside her. After a few minute, Sue finally got up and fixed her dress. The look of exhaustion was mixed with pleasure. Thomas said nothing but got in the basin and drew a deep sigh of satisfaction. Sue casually took the washcloth and started to wash his back. "Be thinking, you knows how to please a girl too good. Girls gonna be fightin over you." Breathing heavy from having just orgasming inside her, Thomas questioned her. "I thought you did not want me to do that inside of you?" Sue fixed her dress before answering back. "Shush your worrying bout that. I knows you liked it, besides it feels better for you and all." Sue quickly changed the subject for fear Thomas was going to bring up something. "Thinking farm life is doing well for you. Been hearing that you are ready for the season." As Thomas talked about his learning how to farm, he constantly asked how Sue's day was too. Sue seemed to open up more about her likes and dislikes making Thomas laugh. Her version of life seemed to bring a smile to his face with each story. It was when Thomas brought up how Willie was teaching him to farm did Sue start to get serious. Thomas mentioned how the year was saved by him learning to farm from him, and returning almost fifty head of cattle. Sue broke to peace by saying. "Good farmer as he is cousin to you." Thomas stopped Sue from washing his back. "What do you mean...cousin?" Sue tried her best to act kindly to her breaking family news to Thomas. "Your uncle be with a slave. Some folk know, and some folk suspicious." Thomas was bewildered but sensed it was correct. He knew his uncle had a deep secret and his father refused to mention his name or even his military service. It was like his father wanted all memory of him to with him. All Thomas knew was he was hanged for killing a person. The farm which he now own was given to a manager to handle. Thomas did not say anything but stepped out of the wash basin. "I am going to turn in now. He said as he looked at Sue expressionless face. It was like she knew she said something wrong. She even tried to make amends for mentioning it. "Please dont be mads. Not trying to upset you." Thomas looked at her when he calmed her feelings. "Just a lot to take in is all. I reckon you're going to head home. If you want though, you can stay here with me." Sue stood up to adjust her still ruffled dress. "Guessing I can stay in the guest room. Figuring I can heads out in the morning, before anyone wakes." Thomas put his hand to hers and held it. "Don't need to stay in the guest room though." Sue accepted his hand and followed him upstairs. When They both got upstairs, Thomas laid in bed waiting for Sue to undress and join him. Her dark skin was visible in the light of the moon. She was completely naked before him for the first time. Not encumbered by any clothing as she showed off her large breasts when she joined him in bed. Thomas held her as they fell asleep quite quickly. Awoken by Sue leaving the bad, he turned to her as she got up. "I hates to leave, but I needs to tend to the kids and Miss Smith." Thomas jumped out of bed and startled Sue. He positioned himself behind her body and proceeded to kiss her neck. Sue relented at first, but let a few moans of passion escape. Her body went limp as Thomas moved his hands from her hips up her side. Feeling her tender dark skin as his hands continued up to her breasts. Thomas now had her large breasts cupped as his finger circled her nipples. Sue reached behind her and felt Thomas's leg, before moving to his groin. It was then that she grabbed a hold of his hard shaft. "Oh lords, you got energy, but I best needs to get going." Thomas responded by pushing her to the bed and making her bend over. It was then that he placed the head of his erection at her ebony cheeks. Thinking she was going to say no, he only rubbed the head against her smooth dark skin. When Sue reached back to open herself up, he knew he could enter her. Sue bent slightly over the bed so her hands held her up, Thomas eased his white manhood inside of her. Once again he saw her dark pussy accept his member as he continued pushing. When his body finally was against her, he lifted her up so his kisses could find her neck. Thomas wrapped his arms around her black body and cupped her large hanging breasts. "Ohhhh, my lord. You're going to gets me in trouble." Thomas stopped his kissing to answer her in a laughing tone. "You want me to stop?" Sue moaned out. "No, Oh Lord no." Resuming his light thrusting Thomas went back to kissing her neck. Although he was behind her pushing against her dark body, Sue was also pushing back against him. Before he knew it, his white erection was fully sliding in and out of her. Still kissing her neck, Thomas's finger went to her nipple and pinched very so lightly. Thomas could feel his fingers getting wet, as her breasts lactated on them. Dripping from his fingers to his hand her breasts leaked out. This did not stop or gross him out. With his white manhood easily pumping her black love hole, he moved his fingers to his mouth to taste it. It was not a lot, but the warm taste was pleasant. Sue gasped Thomas hands as he caressed her swaying breasts. Moaning each time his white rod pounded in her. The slick hole was now offering no resistance now as it slide in faster and harder. Each time his hard erection went deep, she pushed a little back against him to almost urge him to go as deep as he could. Sue was almost out of breathe as she moaned out. "OHHH...Good lords you feel so goods in me. Could swear its getting thicker each time." Although his body had an orgasm not too long ago, Thomas was able to feel his approaching finish. As he pushed slower in her, he tried to get deeper. Sue in turned could only moan. Thomas then felt his thrusts getting harder as Sue's opening got extremely tight. It only lasted a few seconds, and then his white erection felt warm and it slipped in even easier than before. Feeling the end was close, his thrusts became more rapid and powerful. Thomas let up from his kissing to grip her hips as he slammed his love rod deep. Sue turned her head to the side to try and see him as she knew something was about to happen. "Do it. Puts your white stuff in me. Make this one yours." Thomas held Sue's breasts hard now as his mouth went straight for her neck again. This time moaning and not kissing as his body trembled from the intense pleasure. Holding his white erection deep in Sue's body as his own white sperm gushed inside of her. Not thinking about anything except the intense feeling of his white male fluid shooting in her again. Sue pulled away from Tomas and kissed him wither her open panting mouth. Their tongue met as Thomas felt her passion. He held her body as she shook in his arms kissing. Instead of passing out in the bed with Thomas, Sue quickly got dressed and prepared to leave. As she was about to part she broke the news to her white lover. "Miss Smith be wanting me to work more. Kids be staying with their Nanna, and I can't get her only till Sundays now." Thomas nodded his head as he understood what she was saying. He admired her dark skinned body as she got dressed. Seeing her bend over right in front of him, as her dark pubic hair spread exposing her ebony opening to him. Thomas was in awe as he saw her pink opening still covered with his sperm. When the last of her clothes were put back on, and she left. With a deep passionate kiss, Sue left his house. Over the next week Thomas prepared the last of his farm for planting. With Willie's help they were able to set up the field and plant a few acres of cotton. Thomas listened to everything Willie had to say about farming. Thomas knew that if any other farmer saw a black sharecropper teach the landlord how to farm her would be laughed out of the state. Thomas waited for the right time to tell Willie that he knew they were related. Instead of outright telling him he knew, he waited until the end of the week when everything was setup. As Thomas gave Willie money for his own farm, Thomas said there would be no interest what so ever. Willie thanked him, but it was Thomas who said family takes care of each other. Willie smiled and nodded as letting him know that he knew as well. It was Saturday and Thomas spent the day fixing his house up. Not doing anything major, as he could not focus on any real job. His mind was still on Sue. Not just for the feeling he had for her, but the enjoyment she gave him in bed. He knew it was just a fling with an older women, but it was the closest thing he had to a relationship. Thomas just wondered when it was going to end, not if it was going to. The smell of food woke Thomas up Sunday morning. As he quickly put his pants on he rushed to see Sue in the Kitchen cooking. She was dressed in her Sunday best, and was cooking him a meal to feed an army. Her hair was covered in a nice hat, while her dress covered most of her body. Thomas said nothing but walked right up to her to embrace her. Sue's lips met with his and their tongue swirled around as if they were lost lovers meeting for the first time. As Thomas hands reached for her breasts, Sue swatted them down. "Needs to be nice for church. Can't be all messed up from you having your way with me. Now sits down and eats... god knows you going to need it with what you been eaten." Sue pushed Thomas back until he was at a chair and finally sitting down. From there she proceeded to put plates of food in front of him. Thomas let his hunger control him, and ate. As he was eating he watched Sue clean his house the best she could in the time she had. As he finished his meal, Sue came over to clean off the table. As Sue reached for the plate in front of Thomas, he pushed her hand aside and then pushed the plate forward making it slide to the other end. Pulling her close and sliding his chair out so she stood right in front of him. Sue continue to protest. "Best not be getten any ideas. Needs to be good for church." Thomas sat up only to lift Sue up, and put her right on the table in front of him. With his finger pressed to her lips to keep her quiet, he reached up her dress. Finding her undergarments and slipping them down off her as he sat back down. Sue protested. "You knows we cants finish. Best you stop right where you are." Thomas spread her legs and lifted her dress up. With his head going between her legs, Sue voiced her opinion. "You be a dirty white boy...oh" Her moan cut off any protest. Thomas found her dark covered sex hole and instantly gave it a long sensual lick. Sue's instant moan let him know just how much she liked it. It was the second fold opening lick that made her knee's shake and close around his head. Thomas did not stop as her heavy deep breaths followed her legs squeezing tighter around him. With his tongue exploring ever private detail of her ebony love opening, Sue could only grip his shoulders and let her ecstasy overtake her. Thomas gripped her dress hard until his hands were feeling her thighs. With her legs trembling form her love hole, his tongue assaulted it with long hard motions up and down. Tasting her love nectar as it freely flowed from her Thomas heard muffled moans from his thigh covered ears. As Thomas moved the dark ebony folds of her sex with his tongue his own need was growing in his pants. Not touching it as it grew a bulge in his pants was causing discomfort. Thomas went on giving his oral pleasure to Sue, as his own sex organ finally needed to be moved to the side. Thomas only meant to adjust himself when he stood up. Sue was still taking heavy breaths as she spoke. "Nows you gonna makes me late for church." Thomas did not know how to take that until she reached for his pants to help him. Thomas did not say anything to her thinking she wanted it almost as bad as she did. Thomas did feel a bit guilty and knew it was wrong. "Guess we should stop." When he stopped and tried to hold back Sue urged him on. "Needs that white thing in me now. Be doing prayers for forgiveness tonight, but needin you in me rights now." With Sue's response Thomas had his pants off and thrown to the side. Moving his body close to her he kissed her lips as his hard manhood found its home inside of her. Her slick entrance easily accepted his erection as they both gave an instant sigh of pure joy. Sue had her hands on Thomas's chest as his motions in and out of her were steady. She made no attempt at stopping him, only that of enjoying what he was giving her. Thomas had his mouth open to moan slightly each time he felt her inner female reflexes grip his shaft. It seemed the more Thomas pushed in and out of her, the slicker it became. The only thing Sue could do to control her loud moans was to kiss Thomas as her body started to shake. Thomas let Sue moan into his mouth, as his pumping got faster and more intense. The feeling of his release was very present as he made sure his entire white member was deep inside of her. Feeling her body shake as her love canal got easier and wetter to penetrate. When it finally started to make a squishing noise did Thomas begin to feel the urge to finish. Just as Thomas was about to release, Sue nodded her head to let him know it was ok for him to shoot inside of her. The smile on her face knowing her body was going to be inseminated with his white sperm only made her grind against him. When the moment hit Thomas, he grunted as if his whole body was letting go. Sue then responded by gripping him and pulling him tighter as she urged him on. "Oh lords thats it! I can feels it making a mess in me." Thomas looked at Sue with satisfaction and worry. His stiff white erection was unloading a massive amount of potent male juice inside of her. To Thomas, he felt as if he was not going to stop. He knew Sue could feel it to when she looked at him and called out. "Good lords, you puts alots in me. Never felts so much in me before."" Thomas had a twinge of guilt and tried to fix the situation. "I am sorry. I did not know it was going to happen." Just as Thomas was pulling out, Sue pulled him back so he could not pull out. "Don't be sorry. It be ok. Just lets it do its thing in me." The consequences of his whole relationship with Sue hit him as the last of his sperm left him. "You're not worried?" Sue smiled back to ease his fears. "If I was worried about you putting a baby in me I would not have let you do your thing inside of me. Besides it would not be the first for me." Thomas looked puzzled and questioned her. "What do you mean? I know you have three already." "One of my babies be having a white in them. Just be wishin they still be with me." Sue calmly replied Feeling the last of his fluid emptied from his body, Thomas eased his semi hard manhood out of Sue. When Sue felt the sudden loss of his male member leave her body she protested. "Don't be pullin out yet. I still feels it going." Thomas laughed as his erection finally went limp inside of her. Chuckling at her. "Guess you have more praying to do at church then." The Housemaid Ch. 03 Annabel gazed at the slim back and arse of her young master as he strode naked and powerful towards his dressing area, his grip on her wrist forceful but not bruising. He didn't like bruises, or true pain, nor did she herself. What he did love, and what she too had discovered that she adored, was the red paddled behind of one who served him. Most mornings this past month, he had simply given her "maintenance" as he called it. This had consisted of twenty hard smacks with his hand on her behind, with her stretched over his lap. It was bliss really, the stinging slap, the glowing warmth, the hard cock under her belly. She never failed to cream for it, even that first time, when he had punished her for thinking she controlled him, controlled his cock. She was not in control with the young master, and it pleased them both to know it. He had set out the rules then, and there were only three. First, her cunt belonged to him. Only he would fill it with his seed. She might suck any man she liked, and if she truly wanted to fuck another man, she might take him in her ass. (Annabel had never taken a man there, but the young master didn't know that.) What he demanded was that her quim, her womb, belonged to him. Second, she must tell no one of their assignations, especially his father. Oh, the servants would guess, as nothing really slipped by them, especially since she spent her mornings working in the young master's suite, but she must never confirm it. Third, if she disobeyed him in anything, he had the right to exact just punishment. Inside the large dressing area, which was the purview of only the young master and his valet (which he didn't currently have), were his clothes, his accouterments, and his birching stool. It was low and simple, just two steps really, made of smooth wood. He had not caned her on it in their month together, but he had showed it to her, placed her upon it and described in detail what he might do to her on it if she needed real punishment, not just a spanking. At first, Annabel had feared it, feared the cane and twist of birch rods tied together that he kept hanging on hooks in this small room. But lately it had begun to obsess her. The young master was a fair man, and she knew he wouldn't truly punish her without cause. But Annabel had begun to desire this punishment -- she knew she was a wicked slut. But her wickedness pleased the young master. So Annabel decided to use it to gain them what they both desired. Another servant. Annabel had been sucking off the butler Mr. Crawford every day for a year. She knew the solid bear of a man was attracted to other men, but she knew too that what he mostly desired was to serve. She could tell when she sucked him, as he blew the hardest when she attacked his cock, assaulted his will, forced him to submit to her mouth at inconvenient times or in semi-public places. Although it was the housemaid on her knees before the butler, worshiping his thick fat cock and slurping his seed, she was in control of their encounters. But the young master was even better at control than she, and she knew too from the way he talked about being fagmaster at Eton, that he adored and missed controlling males. So her broken rule, telling Mr. Crawford about Master Alexis' amusements, was both for herself and for her young master. First would come her punishment and reward. And then he would tell her how she was to further seduce Mr. Crawford and bring him into true service with the young master. Alex was impressed. His little housemaid was a great deal smarter than he'd given her credit for. What a delicious plan she'd concocted, forcing him to cane her for the first time and bringing him another servant, this one who would be a true subservient. She was too wild and too smart to truly be brought completely to hand -- witness this extraordinary case of topping from the bottom! Alex was no sadist really -- just a man who delighted in the submission of others to his will. And Annabel was the perfect woman to bring him what he most desired, as she had come to know a great number of men intimately through her insatiable desire to suck their cocks. It seemed she had determined that John Crawford was the man who would most readily desire to submit to him. And he did miss male submission. Most of his time as fagmaster had been spent correcting and birching the younger boys, the fags, of his house. It was unusual for older boys to be birched by their contemporaries -- if such a thing had been needed, the teacher or head of house might do it. But there had been one boy in the same Form whom he'd had the opportunity to have go down and mount the stool. He'd been caught in flagrante delicto with the daughter of one of the teachers. The boy, Sam, was not really a boy -- he was well-developed and muscular -- a man rather than a boy -- eighteen and in the Sixth Form like Alex himself. This Sam was confident and popular, but a bit stupid to be caught inside the teacher's daughter by his head of house. Sam had begged, begged not to be turned in to the teachers, who would not simply birch him but might expel him for deflowering the girl. And so Alex had relented, but required that Sam submit to punishment in private from himself as fagmaster, rather than the teachers. Sam had agreed without hesitation. It had undoubtedly been the most erotic moment of Alex's life, watching Sam go down, his trousers dropping, exposing his long cock. Alex had ordered him to mount the private stool, and Sam had turned slowly, settling his knees into place and bending over to rest his stomach on the top step, big hands with hairy knuckles flat on the floor. It was a firm, muscular ass, with big flexing globes of flesh. Alex had taken up the birching rod, a bundle of slender switches of birch that were soaked in brine, the better to raise those ridged weals of flesh upon his buttocks. The brine also helped to deter infection, should Alex strike too hard and cut the skin. Sam had flinched at the first hard blow, but soon he was far from stoic, arching his back and raising his arse to meet the switches. Alex had given him twelve hard blows, until the ass was red and raw and his own cock was ready to explode in his trousers. After the twelfth blow, he'd stopped, and Sam turned his head to gaze at Alex with a look of pain, adoration, fear, desire. Sam had bitten his lip hard enough to bleed at one point, and the blood on his lip and the redness on his bum had driven Alex ever so slightly insane with lust. He freed his cock from behind the straining placket and had moved to Sam's head. Sam had willingly opened his mouth, the blood from his lip smearing onto his cock before getting licked away. And Alex began to pump his cock down the man's throat. It wasn't fellatio, no, this was irrumatio -- this was Alex fucking his fag's face, demanding pleasure from his mouth. This was Alex in control of the deed -- no sucking or fancy tongue work required, just a hot willing hole. Alex came in thirty seconds at most, spurting some seed in his mouth, but then pulling out and coming all over the abused boy's face, great white jets of seed on his lips and eyelashes and cheeks. Sam had taken it, taken it all, as was his due for his deed. Alex gloried in the sight of this big man who was subjected to him, arse red and abused from his punishment, face white and sticky from his reward. Sam had licked his lips, cleaning the seed from them as well as the blood from his lips that his own teeth had made. Sam stood up gingerly and carefully, Alex saw then that the great big boy had come as well. On the step below where Sam's belly had rested, his cock had left behind great puddle of come, and his long organ was still turgid, but softening. Alex put his own cock away, while Sam hitched up his trousers, but his face was still sticky with wet blobs of come. Alex didn't toss him a towel or shirt, simply waited to see how Sam would handle it. Sam removed his own shirt, scrubbing his face to remove most the semen, and then had to put it back on. Alex smiled his approval and allowed him to leave. It never happened again of course; Sam had learned his lesson in both discretion and in Alex's forbearance, and did not repeat his misdeed. His experience with Sam had taught him how much Alex desired not just submission itself, but the submission of a man, a big man who could resist, but chose not to from his own free will. John Crawford was the ideal candidate then, as he was short, broad, and muscular, looking more like a pugilist than a butler. If he submitted to Annabel so well, how much better would he be for the master of the house? Alex decided punish his naughty housemaid lightly, four strokes with the cane, not the birch. And then he would fuck that pretty quim till she was full up with his sperm. Only after that would he discuss with her the submission of Mr. John Crawford. The Housemaid Ch. 04 Tears streamed down Annabel's face. She had forced the young master into using his cane on her, but this was not like a spanking. He had placed four livid red welts on her behind, two on each cheek. He had not broken the skin, but they had drawn the blood up to just under the skin, producing marks that would not soon go away. It hurt, and Annabel cried real tears. She was damp in her cunny, but not the overwhelming creamy wetness that her spankings had produced. Perhaps the birching stool wasn't for her. She preferred being good or being spanked -- nothing heavier than that. Luckily, this caning experiment would yield another submissive to the young master's harem. She would be his honored first concubine -- perhaps Mr. Crawford, with his manly physique, might take more of a liking to the young master's stool than she had. But now he was crooning to her what a good girl she was, what a smart, wicked little housemaid who knew just how to please her master, even when it might get her punished. He was rubbing some sort of salve into her tender welts, and Annabel relaxed incrementally with his praise and massage. When she had come down from her pain-induced tears, he lifted her up into his arms and carried her to his bed. She crawled to the center and presented herself to him, rump in the air and head buried in her arms. Still murmuring his praise, he petted her clit and tested her cunny with his fingers. Annabel squirmed and she felt her pussy wet his fingers finally. He murmured more praise, calling her his juicy wanton, and Annabel felt his cockhead penetrate where his fingers had just been. She sighed with pleasure, and Master Alexis set a gentle, pleasing rhythm in and out of her pussy. She relaxed her whole body now -- this was right. This was her place in the world. Penetrated, filled up, with her master's cock. The only thing that would make this more perfect is if she had Mr. Crawford's cock in her mouth as well. Annabel moaned. The young master was hitting deep inside her, his long cock reaching for her cervix. Bumping, grinding, gliding -- oh yes. If she couldn't have a cock to suck, she would use her own fingers. Lifting her head slightly, she put the tip of her thumb into her mouth. She sucked it deeper, rubbing it against the soft palate of her mouth. She moaned again, and the combined rubbing of his cockhead on her cervix and her thumb on the roof of her mouth pushed her over. She climaxed with her pussy contracting on her master's cock and her mouth sucking her thumb. Alex looked down at his housemaid, now mindless in the midst of orgasm, ass red with his welts, pussy clamped down on his cock, and mouth wrapped around her own thumb, sucking and rubbing it like she had to have something in her mouth when she came, orally fixated vixen that she was. Her pussy relaxed its contractions, and he pumped furiously a few more times before shooting his own load into her warm cunt. He groaned as he spurted, continuing to pump into her wetly until his cockhead became too sensitive. He pulled out and sat back on his knees, while she just collapsed, belly down to the bed. Alex straddled her lower legs for a moment, gazing at the glistening seed that oozed between her thighs with satisfaction. He didn't necessarily want a bastard, but he so enjoyed the action of filling her with his seed and marking her, that he figured a child would be inevitable. She was not of his class, but she was smart and intuitive, and something inside him wanted to impregnate her. Wanted a child with her. He could support it, so he pushed all thoughts of why he wanted to mark her and stuff her full of his cock and his seed and his son. He simply rutted in the bliss of it. She would be beautiful, fat with his child. And her tits would fill with milk as well, those beautiful, suckable raspberries feeding his baby. Feeding him. He fingered her cunt, stirring his semen around so that it coated his finger, dripping out. He pushed it back in and licked the mixture his own come and her juices from his finger. Content now, he rolled off her and flopped back on the bed. She lay prone and unmoving still, despite his fucking and fingering, so Alex rolled her towards him, cuddling her abused arse to his groin. She moaned, but cuddled closer, the welts warm against his softening cock. "I think we ought to have a heart-to-heart chat, my little housemaid," he said. He reached his arm over her and grasped her breast in his hand, not to arouse, but merely to hold onto. It was warm and heavy in his hand, the nipple soft and lax. She tensed for a moment, and for one second he thought they had actually been thinking of the same thing and that she would tell him to start using French letters. But she relaxed and then she chuckled slyly. "I reckon you've caught on to my baiting you, haven't you Master Alexis?" He kissed her neck where it joined her shoulder. He pushed all thoughts of babies aside and focused on her gift of a new male servant. "And a fine job of baiting me you've done too, tempting me to beat your ass and fuck you blind, all so you might seduce the fine Mr. Crawford to my stool and my bed?" Alex laughed outright, and Annabel joined him. "A fine pair, we make, eh?" He continued. "The sluttish housemaid and the pervert lordling, out to bugger the butler? Wouldn't that make a fine penny-dreadful?" They laughed again, gales of it now, until they were both gasping for breath. Alex squeezed her breast in appreciation, and even friendship now that they were not just lovers, but conspirators. The Housemaid Ch. 05 Mr. John Crawford was erect in his trousers. He had been for the last seven days, ever since his normally willing housemaid had stopped attending to him. He'd gone a month without masturbating before, and years between episodes of sexual congress. But he grown used to his noontime servicing this past year, and their encounter a week ago when she had licked his arse and bugged it with her fingers, and then swallowed all his come... He adjusted himself in his trousers. Even just the thought of that made blood fill his cock. After she had failed to appear at noon the day following, his cockstand that afternoon had made him snappish and impatient. After the second day of her non-appearance, he'd used his lunch hour to sit in his chair and masturbate to the memory of her fingers and mouth. His erection had flagged, but he was as unsatisfied as if he'd not touched himself at all. And the second he'd seen her dusting that afternoon, his cock had gone up again. That evening, he'd loosened the seams of his trousers round his groin, so that his erection was less apparent. He'd not touched himself again. Now a week later, he was at his wits end. Was she never going to suck him again? What had she meant about the young master? Was she just toying with him again, as she had said in his sitting room? Did he even care? Like the cat she was, she could chase him around, catch him, gut him on the front stoop, and leave him as a present for her master if she liked. He'd summon her to his office on some pretext and beg. She'd liked it when he begged her to fuck him with her fingers. He'd do it again, beg her to service him. He didn't know if he could service her back if she demanded. He'd only ever seen a cunt in a brothel, but perhaps if it was hers, his housemaid, his Annabel, the woman whose mouth had worshiped his cock for a year, who forced him to let her suck him while Lord Eastmoor dined in the next room eating the fish course... John licked his lips. He could service her as well, if that's what she wanted from him. Just end his week-long celibate torment. He couldn't even quite fantasize about what she had meant about amusing the young master. Aside from his daydreams about his spunk mixing with that of Master Alexis in the housemaid's belly, he'd never really thought about the young master in any real way. John's desires were too unnatural, too perverted, to be associated with the young master. And John knew he'd never be able to keep his naked desire off his face if he thought about being fucked by Master Alexis's prick, or swallowing the young master's come himself. John swallowed the saliva that gathered in his mouth at these thoughts, and turned his desire resolutely back to Annabel. He'd summon her this evening before supper. John watched Annabel saunter into his sitting room at 6 pm. She looked disheveled, but not from sex. She'd been beating the rugs on the back lawn all afternoon in the sun, so she was a bit dusty and she had large stains of sweat at her armpits. Her cap was off and her hair was partially falling down. She looked rumpled and stained. John thought she looked like a goddess. "What was that you wanted to speak to me about then, Mr. Crawford?" Annabel raised one eyebrow in question, daring him to ask her for what he wanted. He cleared his throat. "Might I request your attentions again, Annabel? It's been a sennight, and I find myself in dire need." She smiled, but not in an encouraging way. "Whadja do before me then, Mr. Crawford? Perhaps you ought to reintroduce yourself to your right hand." Her voice was hoarse and derisive and John's prick jerked in response. She didn't want polite requests. She wanted action. John fell to his knees before her. "Please Annabel. I long to feel your mouth on my prick. I cannot escape the memory of the last time we were in this room. Your tongue and your fingers in my arse. You touched something inside me, some secret place. I've never felt it before – I must have it again." She stepped in close so that she crowded against him and grabbed him be the hair to force his neck back to look up at her. "Liked that did ya, sir? Liked me strumming you from the inside?" His big body was pliant on his knees before her and he looked up at her, his eyes large with pleading. He nodded, unable to say the words. She smiled at him slyly. "I cannot, Mr. Crawford. I cannot disobey Master Alexis. He punished me for last time." She still held his hair in her grip so firmly that his chin pressed into her belly and his neck ached from the angle. His eyes glazed over a bit. "How did the young master punish you, Annabel?" He whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Were you ever punished at school, Mr. Crawford?" Annabel asked softly, refusing to acknowledge his question. "Yes," he answered readily. "And at home too. They both favored the cane." "Did you deserve your punishments?" "Yes," he answered again. "I was often idle as a youngster. And later, my father discovered my... desires, he tried to beat the devil out of me." Annabel's grip tightened even further in his hair. "Did you enjoy the whippings?" John gazed into her eyes, which were knowing. He whimpered. "Yes. I would get terrible cockstands from them. Further proof of my perversion." Tears pricked his eyes and he closed them against her penetrating gaze. She let him stay there, eyes closed, her hand gripping his hair for a few moments. Then she shifted her weight back and drew his head back, so that his back bowed unnaturally and uncomfortably back. He kept his eyes closed, but he felt her lean her face close to his. "Open your eyes, John." He fluttered them open at the familiar address, and all he could see were her knowing hazel eyes. "If I suck your cock right now, John, we'll both be disobeying Master Alexis. And we'll have to submit ourselves to his punishment tonight after our duties are done." She paused. He tried to suppress another whimper, but failed. "Do you want me to suck your cock, John?" A breath he didn't know he'd been holding whooshed out. "Yes, Miss," he replied. She let go of his hair and he straightened his back, his scalp tingling. She helped him to stand, his knees wobbly from so long on the floor, and she helped him to sit back in his chair, before sinking to her knees between his legs. She left him fully dressed this time, merely undoing the buttons and flap to his trousers and smalls. Her eyes were no longer sly and naughty, but knowing and wise. "The young master desires a gift from us. And we long to give it to him. There is no perversion there." With that statement, she engulfed his cock into her wet mouth with no build up. He watched as she attacked him, her cheeks hollowing, her mouth sucking the life from him. The drought had made him sensitive, and it took only thirty seconds of her voracious mouth to have him groaning and spurting into her throat. He looked into her knowing eyes as she swallowed him down, licking him clean as usual, and putting him away. "Meet me outside the young master's door at 10 o'clock tonight," she ordered. John nodded in fear and desire. She stood and left quietly. The Housemaid Ch. 06 Alex sat in a comfortable armchair near the lit fireplace in his parlor off his bedroom, sipping a peaty single-malt. The clock on the mantle said that it was but five minutes until ten o'clock, the hour he had appointed Annabel to bring John Crawford to him. Anticipation and whiskey stirred the young lord's blood – he would have him tonight. On his knees to receive a birching. On his knees to receive a buggering. Oh, yes. Alex desired it, and John did as well. And Annabel would watch both, and see the power that she held over both men, to orchestrate such a depraved event – that would be her reward. That would give her an orgasm or two. The clock chimed ten softly, and he felt the change in the air as the door to his parlor opened, and then clicked shut softly. Setting his glass on a side table, he stood to face them. Annabel stood by the door, looking directly at him, with John Crawford looming behind her. John did not look at him though, but had his gaze firmly fixed down at his feet. Such a perfect submissive – a big man who knew his place at the bottom. As the bottom. Alex smiled at Annabel, and licked his lips. His conspirator smiled slyly back. His smile turned feral as he looked at John, and he barked an order. "Get over here, you disobedient sluts." John flinched, but followed Annabel obediently when she scrambled across the room to him, and they stood side by side before him. Alex closed the distance between them, stepping into Annabel's space. John started to sidle away, but Alex said softly. "Stay where you are, Mr. Crawford." John froze, and looked up at Alex briefly, before ducking his head again. Annabel on the other hand, gazed insolently back at him. Alex held her eyes, as reached in and cupped her chin, running his thumb along her lower lip. "To whom does this mouth belong, dear Annabel?" Her lips parted and her breath gusted across his thumb. "To you, young master." He continued stroking her lower lip, and the insolence faded as her eyes dilated and she entered his control. "That's right," he whispered. "And what is the purpose of this mouth, dear Annabel?" "To serve you, young master." Alex slipped the tip of his thumb between her lips and rested it on her teeth, just touching the tip of her of her tongue. "That's right," he said again. "And you disobeyed me, Annabel. You used your mouth to make a servant come, when I specifically instructed you to not to. When I specifically told you that you were to let him suffer." He heard John's sharp intake of breath on that last word. He slipped his thumb fully into Annabel's mouth, and she began to suck it eagerly, but gently, comforting herself. Her eyes closed, and Alex turned his head to John, who stood so close, yet touched them not in any way. He had moved his gaze from the floor, and was now looking not at Annabel, but at Alex with a regard so filled with lust and longing that it caused Alex to smile at him with feral anticipation. Having been caught looking, John tried to look down again, but Alex merely said, "No," when John tried to look away and he helplessly returned to Alex's scrutiny. Annabel was now cuddling against him, sucking on his thumb, while John was frozen in Alex's ophidian gaze. "Annabel," Alex said without breaking eye contact with John. She opened her eyes and released his thumb with a smacking sound. He withdrew it and reached up to John's mouth, cupping his chin to bring him closer, while painting his lips with his saliva coated thumb, parting and smearing them so they glistened. "What is your will, young master?" Annabel inquired, as she had been instructed. Alex dried his sticky thumb on John's lips and face and then withdrew his hands from John's face and Annabel's waist. He retreated one step from both. Shifting his attention to Annabel again, he said, "I want you to strip him for me completely, dear one. And I want you to take off everything but your shift and corset. You both must be punished this evening." Alex stepped back again, grasping his whiskey glass and taking a mouthful. He coated the smoky liquid around his mouth once, allowing the spicy taste to overwhelm his senses for a moment after that heady episode of power exchange. He would let Annabel take the upper hand in the strip-tease, heightening both John and his own anticipation of the punishment. The Housemaid Ch. 07 Chapter 7 'This is not like getting fucked by the butcher's son,' John thought wildly. 'Not at all. Not at all. Not at all.' It became a refrain in his mind, until he couldn't even remember the first thought. That had been a hurried thing in the back of the butcher's shop; they'd both been kids and knew nothing but to insert tab A into slot B. John wasn't even sure he'd get fucked tonight. Perhaps the young master would just beat him as his father had done. He'd gotten terrible cockstands from them; his father hadn't known what to make of that. Just called him a filthy pervert. Which didn't seem as insulting as it should have; it was just factual information after all. John remembered Annabel's words. 'It's a gift I'm supposed to give the young master. A gift. A gift. A gift.' His brain started another refrain. After getting lost in the young master's hypnotizing eyes, he wanted to give him anything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. John closed his eyes against the panic, then opened them again when he felt Annabel's light, sure touch on his shoulder. She was familiar. His housemaid, who sucked his cock every day, giving and generous and beautiful. She'd sucked him in the wine cellar once, and had licked his arsehole just a week ago in his tiny study. She'd watch. Watch over him. Watch him come. He relaxed under her hand, and gave himself over to her. His mind emptied and calmed. Annabel felt the tension leave John's body, like a twitchy horse gone quiet when properly tacked and saddled. She ran her hands over his shoulders and torso, fitting her hands inside his jacket to remove it. He shrugged out of it easily, and she tugged his cravat loose from its simple knot. Next, she undid the buttons of his waistcoat, removing that as well, leaving him in his trousers and shirt, with the cravat undone. Ana glanced over at the young master. He looked more relaxed as well – that initial introduction had gotten them all keyed up too quickly. After setting aside John's coat and waistcoat, she tugged him before the fireplace. "Come here, Mr. Crawford, sir. I know you don't want to be cold whilst in your all together; makes a man shrink." She giggled and cupped his cock through his trousers. "Not that you have to worry about that though, do ya sir?" The young master gave her performance a chuckle; she knew that he would play along light-heartedly for her. He was good at giving her some leeway on the reins when he wanted to, he liked a spirited filly, as her father would say. In the warmth of the fire and her giggles, John relaxed even more, which Annabel liked. It was a game after all. And sometimes its fun to be scared in games, and sometimes you needed a bit of reassurance that everybody there was friendly-like. John didn't know the young master like she did yet; it was only natural to be scared, especially since Annabel knew he feared his own desire. That was something she'd never feared; but John was a different creature. That's why she had wanted to serve him in the first place. And why she wanted to give him over to the young master; she knew that her young master would take John places he both needed and feared to go. Places she as a woman could never take him. That was the point of all this. It was for John. Annabel squeezed his cock again. Well, mostly for him. Annabel let his prick alone for now, and removed her own dress and petticoats with alacrity. She knew the strip-tease was about showing off the young master's new toy to him; she would show her assets another way. The slow reveal was for John alone. With that in mind, she pushed him into the chair directly across from the young master's in order to remove his socks and shoes. First the shoes, and then a slow tugging of the socks to reveal his large feet. She crawled down on the soft rug, and lifted one of his feet to her mouth, sucking on his big toe as she massaged his instep. John let out a perfect little gasp of desire, and the young master said drily, "Wasn't this evening about punishing you two little horny sluts for your transgressions? Punishment before reward and all that, my dear." Annabel released John's toe from her mouth with an audible pop, but continued massaging his foot. "I just thought you might want to see a few of the transgressions that you are punishing us for, young master." She smiled her alley cat smile with wide eyes. "Was I wrong, sir?" The young master sighed affectedly, and got up to pour himself some more whiskey from the sideboard. On the way back, he stepped in close to them. John watched him with wide eyes and shallow breaths, but remained slumped in the seat as she worked his foot with her fingers. The young master leaned down to pinch her nipple, which had worked its way slightly above her corset. "Certainly not, puss. Carry on." John let out a deep breath, and the young master returned to his armchair. Annabel moved her attention to his other foot, sucking the big toe and massaging it as well. God how she loved things in her mouth. Alex leaned back and watched his dear housemaid massage the footman into relaxation. He'd been right to turn this over to her for a time; she knew both men intimately. And only he and Annabel were in on the game; he mustn't forget that. Annabel had said it was better that way; Alex trusted her judgment, but he had to remember to be gentle in the rough play, with John being a neophyte. This wasn't Eton, where the rules were both inviolate and known by all, fag and fagmaster alike. Here, in his own house, he made the rules and the servants obeyed them. But in this bedplay, Alex wanted the rules to be just, and suited to each individual. Annabel tugged John to his feet, unwound his cravat, and pulled his shirt from his trousers. Hanging the cravat from her own neck, she slowly unbuttoned the starched shirt, one button at a time. The a long shifted in the fireplace, throwing dancing shadows over Annabel's white skin. A vee of thick, wiry hair was exposed on John's chest shining golden in the firelight. When she had slipped the shirt off him, he stood bare-chested before them. He was barrel-chested, with deeply defined pectoral muscles, capped with furled brown nipples. Annabel ran her hands all over his wide torso, petting his skin and tweaking his nipples and making the big man shiver all over. Alex appreciated the view, but he was getting antsy. It was nearly time for him to take charge; he could feel Annabel's teasing onslaught heighten the tension incrementally, whereas before she had sought to diffuse it. Unbuttoning John's trousers at least, she slipped them from his meaty thighs and off into a puddle nearby; she had obviously given up on caring about the clothes. The bulge in the smalls was considerable, but as she divested the footman of the last of his clothing, Alex saw that despite the size, John was at best half-hard. But he was a magnificent specimen, a great workhorse of a man. Without touching his cock, Annabel stood up abruptly and climbed onto the chair, directly behind John. He started to turn around, but she stopped him with a sharp, "No." John stilled. "Look into his eyes, John." Annabel whispered, and John's eyes lifted to meet his a second time. This time, Alex made no attempt to dominate him, but instead allowed John to see his admiration for his compact body, his appreciation for his docile nature, and his thanks for the gift of his submission. John blushed red from the heat of the fire already, turned crimson, and Annabel took the cravat from around her neck and tied it around the footman's eyes, cutting off their gaze. In a normal tone she said, "Now sir, I'll give you a brief demonstration of the activity for which you're about to birch us." Clambering right down without further ado, she sank to her knees and took John's semi-turgid prick into her mouth and proceeded to work him up to full mast. Alex drained his whiskey glass and stood to come up behind her. As she bobbed, he rubbed his own covered cock against her head and cheek, petting her hair. Moving to John's side, Alex touched him for the second time, embracing him around the shoulders, while his other hand pressed against the middle of that hard chest. Moving from one side to the other, Alex pinched and teased his nipples, and John moaned and tried to pump into her mouth further. But Annabel held him off by pressing his thighs back, controlling him even as she pleasured him. Alex gave John's nipple a vicious pinch to reinforce Annabel's order, and John sagged against him a bit, not asking for any more than they would give him. Alex leaned in to whisper in his ear. "That's good, you greedy thing. You'll get as much as we give you, no more and no less. You'll take it all, won't you? That sublime cocksucking that Annabel can give you? Well, you'll take the punishment for that too." Alex moved his arm lower to cup and fondle his ass cheeks. "Right here, that's where you'll take it. A bit of a rosy arse should remind you about who that mouth you love so much really belongs too. But then, you belong to me too, don't you John? But I don't want your mouth right now. I want your ass – I want your cries of pain when I cane it and I want your cries of pleasure when I fuck it. I want them to meld together so that you feel both, love both." Alex insinuated his finger between the tight globes of John's ass, and the big man moaned and shifted his weight to open his legs wider. Alex rubbed forcefully over the tight hole, stimulating the nerves. Having forced his cock into an erection, Annabel had released it and was now gently sucking his cods, rolling the soft eggs in her mouth. As Alex rubbed over John's arsehole, he said, "Annabel, be a dear and wet my fingers for me. I need to loosen him up a bit." Annabel obediently sucked on Alex's index and middle fingers for a few seconds, and then Alex returned to John's hole. The extra lubrication was enough to allow first one, then the other to pop in and John moaned helplessly as Alex twisted and pumped his arsehole with his two fingers and pinched his nipples as Annabel continued to lick contentedly at his scrotum. 'Yes. Yes. Yes.' John felt mindless, felt like bull, a beast rutting at his master's command. He wanted everything. Everything the young master had said, everything the young master did, that's what he wanted. He understood what Annabel had meant now. This was a gift. The pleasure, the punishment, they were gifts that the young master gave to him. And submitting to them both, that was the gift John gave in return. 'A gift. A gift. A gift.' In the darkness, all he could feel was his master's fingers inside him, claiming him, fucking him. He gave himself over to it completely. The Housemaid Ch. 08 Alex felt John Crawford's capitulation both physically and mentally as he moved his fingers inside the tight hole of the man's big, yoked body. It was time then. Alex withdrew his fingers gently, and met Annabel's eyes to signal that she should stop licking him. John was thicker and heavier than Alex, but Alex was considerably taller. Deprived of his anchoring fingers, John leaned back, eyes closed into Alex, resting his head on his collarbone. Arm hooked loosely around his neck, Alex put his other arm around John's hairy, nearly-flat belly. Securing him, petting him. "Go get the birching stool from the closet and put it before the fire, Annabel," Alex ordered. She got up from her knees at their feet and quickly headed for the antechamber where his clothes were kept, and where his stool and birch rod resided. Placing it near the fireplace for warmth, but not too near, as John and Alex would warm quickly from the exertion. When everything looked settled, Alex bent his head every so slightly to whisper into John's ear. "I know you John. You think you've been bad all your life, haven't you? I wager you think you were born bad, just a bad perverted seed." John whimpered to hear it said aloud. Alex continued, "I know you like men, John. I know you long for a cock in your arse. I know you like pain, John. I know you long to be punished." This time, John made no noise at all. He just opened his dark eyes, and met Alex's blue gaze. Alex held it, thinking about what a gift Annabel had known to give him, a man who longed to be a fag, but had no notion of how to become one. A man whom he could mold into his perfect servant: valet, fag, lover, willing receptacle for so many desires. Alex stroked John's hairy torso and held the big man's fearful, longing gaze until John's eyes became glassy. He blinked, and a tear slid down the crease of his left eye. "That's right, John. You've been taken in hand now. All those things you've feared about yourself -- that's what I want from you. If you're a bad seed, then I'm worse. I long to see the globes of that ass red welted red from my cane. I long to put my prick deep in that dark hole of yours and churn up your guts. I want you to give it all up to me. All your pain. All your pleasure. All your labor. I want to own it, own you. I'm your master. And after tonight, you'll know once and for all that if you are a pervert -- and you are John, you're a bloody big pervert -- then you are this way because it serves me best." John blinked again, and two more tears dripped from his wide eyes. Alex slowly released his tight grip pushed John to stand on his own, setting his hands to guide him, one on his shoulder and the other on the small of his back, to lead his servant to his place on the stool. Annabel had heard the young master's speech from her place on her knees by the fire and the stool, and she understood immediately. This was no longer a game of any kind. This was training. And a small, smug part of her was proud she had chosen so well for the young master; she had found him a man to fulfill his dominance not just for an evening or for a lark, but for a relationship. John would belong to her young master for a long time. Longer than she would most likely. Annabel pushed that thought away. They were coming toward her. The young master placed John on the stool, arranging him so that his chest rested on the back of the stool, knees on the seat, and his rump was high in the air. Annabel's eyes widened. It was an arresting sight -- like a mare displayed for a stallion. Once John was properly arranged, the young master Alexis rested his hand on the small of his back -- calming and possessing him all at once. "Stand and come here, Annabel." She obeyed. "Place your hands on his shoulders and rub them -- relax him. Rub him down well, like a horse who deserves a good scratch." Annabel smiled -- men and horses were what she knew well. She proceeded to the massage, digging her small fingers into the large muscles of his shoulders. The young master walked over to the sideboard, but instead of picking up the whisky decanter, he picked up a strand of large glass beads. Each bead was about an inch in diameter, all different colors. It looked like a pretty necklace, but it didn't fasten together, just remained a long strand. As the young master brought them over, Annabel wondered what on earth they were for if not a necklace. The Italians were devious creatures, Alex thought as he fingered the beads, walking back over to the fire. He'd visited a school chum on Lake Como the summer before, and had bought these devilish things after seeing them used in a whorehouse in the Veneto. Venetians and their glass. Only the best. Annabel was working John's muscles diligently, and the big body seemed pliant. Time to shock them. "John. Annabel." His voice cracked out sharply, like the birching to come. Both of them started and looked up at him wide eyed. He held up the long strand of garishly colored glass balls. "These beads are from Italy," he said slowly. "They are for your anus," he said clearly, and John's mouth went slack. "I'm going to oil your tender hole up, and then place as many beads as you can take into your ass." Alex paused for effect, enjoying the hungry look on John's face. Annabel looked shocked to her very core. She'd enjoy watching. "Then, once you're all full, I'm going to birch you. You get one stroke, and then you get once ball removed for your ass." John whimper moaned. Alex wasn't sure which. John probably wasn't either. "So the more balls you can take, the more strokes you get. The more pain you get. But also the more pleasure." Alex smirked at John. "Doesn't that sound like a fun game, my perfect little servant?" John made the same whimpering moan, and Alex smirked again. "I thought so. I want you to say 'Yes, Master,' so I know you agree. Then Annabel will gag you with your own cravat so when you scream, you won't wake the house. What do you say, John?" A pause. Then a hoarse, "Yes, Master." Alex smiled broadly at Annabel across John's back. "Good. Let's begin then." Alex rubbed a bit of oil on his fingers. "Come here Annabel, I want you to hold him open for me. Count aloud as fill him." Her hands skimmed over John's body and then gripped his ass firmly, opening the taut globes to display his hole. It was a brown little star, and Alex took his oily fingers and began massaging it. It bloomed to let him in, displaying a perfect ring of pink. Alex used the opportunity to place a bead at his gate, and then slowly pushed it in. There was a little grunt, and a bit of resistance, but John wanted it inside him, and pushed out to let it in. "One," Annabel breathed and she was transfixed. More oil, more beads, slowly, slowly. The fire cracked and popped, and both he and Annabel watched mesmerized as John accepted ten beads into his hole. Alex stopped at ten -- he didn't want to birch him more times than that on the first go round. And that ass was full now. It would be a gorgeous ride. John Crawford had no idea what to say, couldn't even say yes anymore, but his master seemed to know both the questions and the answers, thank god. Never an eloquent sort of man to begin with, John knew that his words had failed him. They'd failed him long before the master had pulled out those beads. And now? Now that he was full of them, ten glass beads in his ass? He was just a mass of sensation now. He felt red? That wasn't a feeling. John surrendered both his body and his language, and just let himself become the animal he was. He was so full. Crack! Pain, real pain, red pain, blossomed on John's ass. Pain he hadn't felt since he was a boy, filled with guilt and shame. John yelled through his gag. A tug, then a pop. Release, pleasurable release. Back and forth, the crack of the birch, and the pop of the glass bead from his hole. His cock. Oh, his cock. He wanted it touched. John writhed and lifted his ass. For more blows, to allow someone to touch his cock, for anything. Please, please, he begged. But his begging was muffled by the gag. "Put your ass back down on that stool," his master ordered, his voice cracking like a whip, like the birch in his hand. John obeyed, grinding his hips into the air below. A touch. Oh, sweet mercy, his sweet housemaid had a hold of his cock. She didn't stroke it, just held it in her firm grip. He ground into her hand, and she squeezed tighter. It hurt. Oh god, it hurt good. Another crack. Another pop. How many was that? Did he even know how to count? It seemed to last forever. It would stop too soon. Red haze. Crack again, and another pop. And the grip on his cock tightened more, and there it was. He went over, pleasure and pain together. Another crack and pop while he spurted, and there were no more cracks, just two more quick pops from his ass, as his balls and ass emptied together.