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The Cleaning Lady In The Cabin

By: Jay626



Reading Lucy the House Slave will give you more background information.



Josh walked into school for the first day, and knew his new life had just begun. It was not the move to Georgia from New Jersey, or unpacking boxes that made him have this feeling. West Cole Middle School hired him over the phone before he had even packed a box. Now it was August and he was walking into a new life and job for the first time. 

The sudden death of his Great Aunt Lonnie, forced Josh to make a drastic decision. He could have stayed in New Jersey and sold the estate that was left to him. He decided against it, and moved out of his one bedroom apartment into his Great Aunt's house. The choice was hard to make, and Josh hoped he did not make a huge life altering mistake, especially the way the property was vaguely described by an old friend of his Great Aunt. 

He explained that he was a retired estate lawyer, and a friend of the family. Josh had a noticed quickly this family friend was stuck in his old ways. His old ways were to send all the pictures through the mail, instead of a simple email attachment. When Josh did get the pictures, they looked like they were taken thirty years ago. It did list that the property had 50 acres of land and contained five rental properties. 

Josh was surprised about the rental properties. The rentals looked like one room shacks built hundreds of years ago. Two of the rentals were close to the house, one of which had a tenant. It also made no mention of rent collected or any other lease information. If the pictures were old, and showed dilapidated rentals back then, what did they look like now? Josh just thought he would tear them down if needed. 

The main house fared no better, but had potential, and had been in the family for over a hundred years. Getting rid of it would be something his aunt did not want him to do. Josh also knew that his current apartment lease was going to include an increase in rent. 

It did not take long to apply for a Georgia teaching license and box his belongings up. After the break up with his last girlfriend, most personal items were somewhat diminished anyway. He knew his Great Aunt had property and even remembered visiting her as a child, when he used to visit his Grandmother in Charleston. He also remembered that his Grandmother had a big fight with her and refused to speak with her, or even show up to the funeral. It had to be twenty years since the fight and his Aunt Lonnie even left her out of her will.

West Cole Middle was something he had never expected. The floors were freshly polished, and the rooms looked clean. This seemed weird because the surrounding area was very poor, and economically undesirable. The walls had a new coat of paint, and the ceiling had new tiles. Josh was expecting an inner city school or a small country school setting. When Josh met with the Principal, it brought his fantasies down to reality. Isaac West was a large black man who attained football fame years ago, but never finished playing after an injury in college. Awards and trophies filled his shelves and walls. Josh had a hard time breaking though the southern dialect, and slang as he read out the mission statement of the school. What he did walk away with, was the teacher's handbook of rules, and his keys to the school and classroom. 

When Josh got to his classroom, he saw a bare walled classroom filled only with student desks, and one very old wooden teacher's desk. There were no book shelves, or cabinets for storage. There was a pile of ragged math books in the corner for Josh to pass out to the students. Just as Josh walked around the room to survey his new room, a knock on his door broke his daze.

"Hiya doin there neighbor." 

Josh turned around to see an old large black man dressed in a vintage suit. "Hello."

With a big grin on his face, "You must be that new Yankee teacher. I'm Thomas Grist. I teach History right across the hall."

The heavy accent was hard to overcome but Josh was still going to be polite. "Hello, nice to meet you Mr. Grist."

Thomas handed him a booklet from a stack he carried in his arms. "This is your roster for the year. I will catch up with you when I am done handing these out."

Josh walked over to his ragged textbooks and sighed. He knew there was nothing he could do without getting supplies. He reached for his keys and headed out to the store to buy much needed supplies.

Getting school supplies, and setting up the classroom is an expensive daunting task. Josh was happy when it was over with and his room was setup just right. Not knowing what to expect, he prepared himself for the worst, and wished for the best. Staff meetings were very informal, but welcoming to the new teachers. Everyone back in Jersey told him that the Civil War was still being fought on a social level, and Northern Yankee Carpetbaggers were not welcomed. This idea seemed to be undone when the staff all introduced themselves to him. 

After the first week of school, Josh was impressed with the manners the students showed in the school. Each sentence was finished with "Yes Sir, or No Ma'am". During class change the students were more interested in who was going out for what position in football. The normal adolescent behavior of Middle school seemed not to exist in this school. 

What was noticed however, was a very distinct poverty problem. Every day the students would eat everything in front of them like they haven't eaten in days. Some students seemed to wear the same clothes every other day, or every day. Josh only assumed this students owned one or two changes of good clothes. Josh held back comments, and attitudes, and never said a word about the high poverty rate.

By the second month, Josh got the knack of how the school operated and was happy. Spare time was spent renovating the house or working on school projects. The low pay was hard to handle, but the money from the rental house helped. The rent came in cash in a marked envelope. Each envelope had the month and address of the property. It was only $150 per rental, and Josh never complained. He figured in his mind that he should be happy people are willing to live there at all. 

Friday was a busy morning, instead of staying late Thursday; Josh came in early to run off copies. Walking to the back of the main office to the copy machine was easy when nobody was there. Not having the special key to turn the lights on meant working in the dark. The ambient light from the copier was all the light that lit the large room. Organizing papers with minimal light proved harder than expected.

It was when the back door opened that the outside light lit the room. When the room came into view, the custodian was leaving with a box of cleaning supplies. She did not see him until the office filled with the light from the outside. They both froze in place and stared at each other. This was only broken when the female custodian stepped outside and let the door close behind her, killing the light from the outside.

While still trying to comprehend what just happened, the copy machine finished its last copy. It was not long before the lights of the office came on and startled Josh. An uneasy feeling came over him when he saw the female custodian walk up to him. Still shuffling papers, his escape was blocked. 

Josh only saw her in passing before today and never close up. He knew her task in school was mainly cleaning, and the head custodian did all of the serious tasks. She was a very attractive light skinned black woman in her twenties. Her straight black hair barely touched the shoulders, and showed her slim face. A nervous, but excited grin appeared on her face. Standing only a few inches above five feet, her slender almost athletic frame was accented by her protruding chest. Her breasts nicely filled out the simple blue school shirt. 

"Mr. Childs. I can explain about the supplies."

Josh distinctly remembered the rules of stealing district property. Any party that fails to report theft will have their contract terminated, while the individual doing the theft will be prosecuted. 

With his best stern look he said, "I don't have a choice in the matter. I can get fired." 

"No one has to know. Here, let me show you something." As she turned around to walk away, Josh could see that her slim frame held true to her small tight ass. 

Only walking a few feet, she stopped in front of the men's bathroom. "Here let me show you something in here." 

Thinking she was going to show him more school supplies or tell him something he followed her a few steps inside. The moment he was in front of the bathroom, she gave him a slight push into the bathroom. Once completely in, she turned on the lights and walked in after him. She quickly closed the door once she was in. 

Josh now stood in the office men's bathroom with the female custodian. The bathroom was quite large and held magazine racks and a few cleaning supplies. It was when she knelt down in front of him, that he knew that she was not going to show him anything, but going to do something to him.

Thinking this was going to go bad in a hurry, Josh reached over with his hand to block his crotch. "We can't be doing this."

Looking up at him with serious intent she pleaded, "Yes we can, and will."

She moved his hand away and reached for his zipper. It was not long after that the sound of his zipper, and belt buckle could be heard. She pulled down his dress pants and boxers in one fluid motion. Josh's limp penis now hung in front of her. 

Josh looked down as her soft brown hand gripped his flaccid dick. Her gentle hands now controlled his manhood. She lifted the limp tool to her mouth and swallowed it whole. The warm wet feeling of her mouth started to bring life to his dick the moment her tongue touched it. Just as her plump lips closed around his prick, her tongue swirled around the shaft. The previous limpness of his member grew to half strength quickly. 

Before withdrawing her mouth away from his dick, she slurped hard against the tip. She replaced her hand instead of her mouth on his cock, and stroked gently. "I can already feel it in my mouth, that you like it."

Trying to think rationally while being stroked off proved near impossible. His one last attempt was to push her away. "We have to stop."

This feeble attempt was quickly pushed away by her other hand. "Your just gonna have to let me finish."

Josh settled in while she looked up at him with her beautiful brown eyes as her hand slowly slid up and down his eager dick. Thinking he was going to get a simple hand job was fine to Josh. It had been months since he had the pleasure of a woman. Josh had never been with a black girl or had any feelings for one. The questions once held about interracial relationships faded away, as this black custodian performed oral sex. 

Josh's arousal grew stronger watching her soft black hand massage his now engorged erection. The pleasure of a hand job was replaced only with her warm mouth. Slowly' she adjusted her position so her throat could allow for more cock. She only stopped when she had all 7inches of his white cock in her.

Josh had never been deep throated before, and now this black custodian took his whole shaft down her throat. Once her nose touched his pubic hair, her head started to bob up and down. Each time she pulled away, she slammed his entire dick back in. Her large black lips glided across his dick coating it her saliva. This black girl made his dick throb with blood like never before. Each time her head moved to the tip of his cock, she would just suck hard on the head. 

The more this strange black girl sucked him off, the closer the bursting point came. She must have realized it too, because her felt her mouth moved towards the head of his dick. It was then he felt her strong lips clamp down around his shaft right below the head. Just when the point of release was going to happen, her probing tongue fucked his piss hole. The pleasure was overwhelming, and his balls had enough. 

He just grunted out. "OHH, I am going cum!" 

With his eyes closed tight, Josh felt his whole body tighten up. When he could not take anymore, his white sperm shot forth into her mouth with unbelievable force. She held her lips firmly on his cock until all his seed was expelled down into her throat. As his cock went soft, sperm still dribbled out, she released her lip lock, from the softening dick, and went back to stroking it. Each time she stroked the dick a small dribble of sperm came out. Not wasting a drop, she licked each drop from the head until nothing was left. 

Josh opened his eyes to see her standing before him wiping her mouth. She looked at him with a grin of excitement and satisfaction. Scared about time running out before the office filled with people, he quickly pulled his pants up and fixed himself. When he lifted his pants up, the door was already open and she was gone. 

The rest of the day seemed like a blur. Between normal school stuff and his sexual encounter; Josh found himself exhausted. He had no idea who she was other than a custodian. Not knowing if he should tell anyone about the encounter, or about her stealing school supplies. The more he thought about it, he knew that telling on her would only cause more grief and questions. Josh also knew that he had just received one of the best blowjobs of his life. 

Walking down the hall way, Josh stopped by Mr. Grist's room to ask him a question. He walked in to see him at his desk grading papers. He looked up with a big smile to greet him.

In a joking tone, Mr. Grist called out. "Hi there Yankee neighbor." 

"I've got a question for you. Who are the school custodians; I am needing a pencil sharpener."

Mr. Grist kept smiling and responded. "Those things are garbage; don't know why they buy them. Mr. Sickles is the one to ask. Ms. Anderson mainly does the cleaning." 

Josh smiled back "Thanks, I will talk to him when I see him."

Just as Josh was about the walk away, Mr. Gist cried out. "Hey are you related to the Child's of Charleston?"

Josh turned around to answer the question. "Yea, I was born in New Jersey, but my father was born, and raised on the family estate in Charleston."

Mr. Gist seemed interested and pondered what to ask him next. "I thought I recognized the name."

Josh waved his hand as to say goodbye. "Thanks for the info."

The weekend went like the others: working on repairing the house and then picking paint out. Josh was excited about making the house his and replacing broken and outdated doors. Driving into the local stores had a sense of time travel to him too. The local stores had what he needed although they had a small selection to choose from. Most of the materials he was getting was either ordered online, or he had to travel to get. The paint he wanted to use, the local store had in stock. 

When he went into the store, the bell above the door rang, and a middle aged man greeted him. "You must be the one asking 'bout the paint."

Josh greeted the man with a smile." Yeah, came to pick it up."

The man went in the back and came out with one gallon cans of paint in each hand. "You own old Lonnie's house now, right?"

"Yeah, and I'll be working on it for awhile it seems."

"Might I ask how much you bought it for. A few people be askin' bout buying it from ya?"

If he was back in Jersey, Josh might have taken offense at such a personal and direct question. Here in the South he took it as a normal upfront getting to know you question. "Lonnie was my Great Aunt. She left it to me when she died."

The man seemed taken by surprise by Josh's response. The shocked look on his face told everything. "Oh, you kin to old Lonnie. Guess you're not selling it then, with you moving down here and all."

"Nah, I kind of like the change of pace, and it's cheaper to live down here."

"Let me know when you tear down those old cabins in the back, I know a guy that will do it for ya."

It took thirty minutes for Josh to pay for two gallons of paint after the owner of the store knew that he had a relative from the town. Josh drove home knowing that the town may be more welcoming after this.

The first few days back at school seemed like no other. He saw Ms. Anderson in the hall and even said hello to her. She responded in kind by smiling and saying hello back. When Josh looked through the staff information page he found out that her first name was Shay. She did not have an email address or phone number listed. 

It was not until Friday that Josh thought the incident was just a fluke. The only thing left for him to do was show up early Friday morning. Josh knew he was pushing the issue, and wanted to see if Shay would do it again. The only thing he was sure of was that his balls needed release again. 

It was a waiting game in the dark by the copy machine. He waited for what seemed like an eternity. Looking at his watch, he knew he was just wasting time. The two minutes of waiting seemed like fifteen. After putting his copies in the machine, the normal hum of the copier broke the silence. After the machine spit out the last copy, the wait was over. Josh was relieved, and upset at the same time. He almost felt guilty about blackmailing the custodian for a blow job. In the end, he was relived about the answer to his dilemma. 

Just as Josh was getting ready to leave the office, the lights flicked on. Shay's sweet voice spoke out. "Morning, Mr. Childs." 

In a startled voice, Josh cried out. "Morning, Ms Anderson. You scared me there; I didn't see you come in."

"Please call me Shay, and I didn't mean to scare you. I didn't see you."

Thinking the incident was behind them, he thought he could have a normal conversation with her. "It's ok, I was finished."

With his hand on the door, Josh heard. "Mr. Childs could you give me a hand with something before you go. These packs of paper have to go out to the teachers. I just need you to take the ones for your hallway."

Thinking it was a normal request, Josh put his copies down on the machine. As he walked over to help, she stopped him in his tracks. Shay put up her hands to stop him in front of the bathroom. With a modest push, Josh was in the bathroom again. Not putting up much of a fight, Josh allowed himself to be moved. Shay followed him, and closed the door behind her. Without saying a word she knelt down before him again.

Almost feeling guilty about what was going to happen Josh spoke up. "Shay, you don't have to do this. I won't say anything."

She looked up with eyes filled with desire. "I know. I just want your white cock is all."

It did not take long for his pants to hit the floor. When the boxers were at his ankles, all he could see was his semi erect prick in front of Shay's face. She did not waste any time, and had his dick in her mouth. The sensation of having her tongue twist around the shaft of his member was all he needed to get fully aroused. Like before she swallowed his cock with ease, and speed. It was not long before he could see salvia dripping out of the sides of her mouth. Each time she slid down to the base of his cock, more dripped out. Shay managed to keep a steady flow of spit to allow her mouth to be fucked. 

Josh had to step back against the wall, so he would not fall back. The feeling of having her sensual plump lips stroke his cock was almost too much to handle. Shay's kept a soft steady movement with her head. She would interrupt these moments, when she would tightly grip his cock head and tongue fuck the piss hole.

Shay's head bobbed up and down the full length of his cock shaft without even the slightest need to gag or pull away. This only caused his dick pulse harder telling him he was ready to blow. Shay would suck harder each time his dick pulsed in her mouth. Wanting it to last longer, Josh tried to hold back as much as possible. As he tried to hold back, Shay's skilled wet mouth won out. 


The Cleaning Lady In The Cabin



Josh felt the pressure of another orgasm approaching. Like before Shay lifted her head to suck hard on the head of his prick. Josh could only tighten his body, as his cum shot out. Shay held on to the head of his member until her mouth was filled with sperm. Only when she sensed there was no more did she swallow. With her lips creating a perfect suction, she used her hand to stroke out more jizz. 

Josh wanted to say something, but the euphoria from his orgasm stopped his brain from working. He just watched her stand up, and wiped her face. "Thank you, Mr. Childs." 

Josh stood there dumbfounded as she walked out the door. He was left with his pants down and dick hanging out. When his senses returned he fixed his clothing and headed to class. 

The rest of the day, he thought about why Shay was so willing to give him a blowjob. He thought a good looking black girl like her would be married with a few kids. He knew that most interracial relationships in the North were black guys with white girls. He could not think of one where it was a black girl and white guy. He never saw a black girl in a sexual matter before last week. It was not that they were unattractive, but being told as a kid one should stay in ones' own race. 

The only thing he could make out of this scenario was that she might enjoy giving head to teachers. She never asked for money, or implied cost. The first time, Josh thought was to buy his silence. The second time though took him by surprise and stumped him. The final thought before falling asleep was that he wanted her to steal something so she could buy his silence again.

Waking up on Saturday morning was always a difficult process. There was no alarm clock going off, nor was there a need to get up. Josh just rolled around in bed until the need to go to the bathroom made him get up. The only difference was that he smelled something cooking. 

Almost tripping down the stairs, Josh ran to the kitchen. When he walked into his kitchen, Shay Anderson was at his stove cooking. She was wearing a tight black skirt that hung above her knees, with a light blue tank top. 

Josh looked at her in amazement and disbelief. "What are you doing here?"

Shay calmly turned around from the stove to answer him. "Cooking silly. Hope you don't mind, but I let myself in."

Josh was at a loss for words at the sight of her form fitting tank top. She was clearly not wearing a bra, and her top accentuated her large chest. Her nipples stretched the fabric that held them back. He wanted to say something rude about coming into his house uninvited, but the sight of her caught him off guard.

Then again, Josh was happy to see her, and maybe ask her a few questions about what was going on between them. Confused still, he took a chair from the kitchen table turned it to face her and sat down.

"I didn't know I left the door open. Is it common to walk into people's houses to make them breakfast?"

Shay turned around from the stove again. "I just thought you might like some down home Southern cookin'." 

The only memory of her was in the blue school t shirt. Now her chest stopped all other thoughts from forming. She must have had large C cups, and on her slender frame they looked huge. Just as he tried to formulate a sentence, she walked over with a plate of food. As she walked past him, Josh could see her areolas and nipples clearly poking through the top. A smell of perfume mixed with hot food came from her as she moved her arm past him to put the plate on the table. 

It took all of his power to sit there without saying something. Watching her tight ass squeezed in by the skirt she was wearing caused him to get aroused. Josh could not remember the last time he got aroused by the sheer sight of a woman who was still wearing all of her clothes.

Shay grabbed another plate of food and shut the oven off before returning to the table. There was no hiding the stare placed on the flimsy shirt holding back her black tits. The slightest movement caused them to bounce and jiggle. 

Reaching past him to put the plate on the table her breasts came inches from his face. When Shay let go of the plate, she reached over to her top and pulled it down to expose her right breast to Josh. Her large soft light brown breast flopped down. It had a brown areola with a half inch light brown nipple. 

Not knowing what to do, Josh stared at it still trying to make sense of what was happening. It was then they he felt Shay's hand push his head towards her tit. "Please, suck it."

Doing as he was told, Josh put his mouth over her erect nipple and sucked. She held his head firm against her chest as he nursed her nipple. The smell of her brown skin intoxicated him, as he held her nipple in his mouth. Shay pulled down the other side of her top so that both tits were exposed for him. Josh then switched off to the other making sure both tits were equally sucked.

With a face of succulent black tits, Josh felt his shorts being pulled down. Within a few moments, the feeling of a hand came into contact with his now swollen prick. Shay ran her fingers over his manhood, and then pulled away. 

Waiting to be pushed back to her black flesh mounds, Josh kept his mouth opened and watered. Shay replaced her mouth instead of her tit in it. This was then accompanied by a long wet kiss. Shay then held his arms tight while her tongue furiously probed the insides of his mouth. To get more comfortable, Shay sat on his lap. Not knowing how far this was going to go Josh kept on kissing. 

As the passionate kiss was happening, Josh felt her hips grinding on his lap. She was positioned right above his knee, but her body was moving closer as she gyrated her hips. Blind to what Shay was doing, until he felt her hairless snatch graze over his exposed cock. Shay made sure his dick was between her pussy lips, as it slid up and down without entering her. 

With all the pleasure on the head of his dick, Josh waited for the moment her black pussy would take his cock inside her. The second he penetrated her snug black hole, he knew she was wet for him. 

"You feel soo good!" exclaimed Josh. Her black pussy was tighter than anything he had before. If it wasn't for her pussy being so wet he wondered if he could even penetrate her so easily.

Shay's face writhed with pleasure once her body fully accepted being filled up. "OHH God, your are big inside of me!"

Josh slid down on the chair as Shay straddled him. She was still gyrating her hips, as she fucked his white cock. Shay grabbed the back of his head, and pushed it into her chest. Shay stopped grinding her twat on his cock, once her nipple was being sucked. Her ass lifted up and slammed back down on the white cock she desired. Her body moved like a piston up and down on Josh's shaft. 

Unable to see what she was going because his face was still being held to her chest, he felt her vagina split open to accept him each time she slammed down on it. He wondered how such a tight pussy could handle this hard fucking. With each push he knew he was going in deeper inside her. The only thing he could do was suck her long nipple as hard as he could while she drove his cock further inside her. 

With his dick starting to engorge with sperm, he wanted to warn her. He knew neither of them discussed protection. "I am almost there."

Shay was in a deep orgasm when she responded. "I can feel you swelling inside of me. Don't pull out! Don't you dare pull it out of me!"

Josh got his answer, and pushed back against her thrusts. The sensation of hot cum flowing out of his dick mid thrust made him push harder. Once he was deep enough his rod shot his white sperm right inside her black pussy hole. His grunts of pleasure were muffled with her chest pushed towards his face again.

Shay's pussy clenched hard, and seemed to milk the remaining cum from him. "OHH, MY! You sure can fill up a girl!"

When Josh's body eventually relaxed after a heavy orgasm, Shay reached for one of the plates of food on the table. With Josh's dick still deep inside her she handed him the plate. "Here eat up." 

"Let's get cleaned up real quick and then we can eat."

Shay smiled with delight and casually replied. "I won't let you out of me until your dick is soft and ready. Besides, I can still feel you cumming a bit."

Just as Josh was going to reply, Shay grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate and put in towards his mouth. Without saying a word Josh opened his mouth to eat it. He reluctantly grabbed the plate from her and started to eat. It was hard for him to think of anything else other than his dick wedged all the way in her tight brown hole. Each time he would try to take a bite of something, her twat would clamp down trying to get more semen. 

About two minutes into their breakfast, Josh got his second wind. He just put his plate down on the table, and put his hands around her small waist. Now that he had her waist, he lifted her up. Her light weight made it easy for him to fuck her once more. This time he controlled the tempo, as he bounced her up and down on his fuck stick. 

Shay smiled, and moaned out. "I can feel it hard inside of me again." 

A warm wet sensation covered Josh's plunging dick, as he continued to fuck her. Josh could hear the slurping noise as his dick pushed back inside her. The sound of cum being sloshed around in her love canal, made him fuck harder. He even wondered if it was girl cum or his

The familiar gush of sperm flowed through his cock once more. He made sure that she was pressed against his body as he shot off his white man juice inside of her again. As they both settled down from their second round of intercourse, Shay handed the plate of food back to him. "We need to eat up, if we're going to do that again."

Without arguing Josh took his plate of food and ate. The whole time he was eating his dick was firmly entrenched in her now full, tight pussy.

When breakfast was finally finished, Josh felt his prick go soft enough to slip out of Shay's now dripping vagina. Instead of worrying about cleaning herself up, she reached for the plates and walked over to the sink. In no time she was cleaning up after the both of them. All his attention was on her small tight brown ass. When she bent over to put the dishes in the dishwasher, he saw her dark brown love hole still dripping his warm white seed out of her. 

Without turning around or stopping her cleaning she directed him. "You bests clean up if you want me to put my mouth on it again."

Josh was taken by her direct approach, and needed some answers. "I still don't know why you're here, or anything about you."

This seemed to stop Shay from her cleaning, and turned to face him. "You know my name, and where I work. I also clean houses, and am now cleaning yours. Now go get washed up." 

As Josh got his answer and stood up, he saw her smile for the first time. It was the first time since he had moved that happiness overcame him. He had never been moved to happiness by just a smile before. This was all Josh needed to get motivated and obey her command. 

As he walked out of the kitchen he passed the front door he saw his car parked in the driveway, and nothing else. This did seem a bit odd, but he lived in somewhat seclusion and he did not see a car for her. This prompted him to return to the kitchen and ask her how she even got here. 

When he walked in the kitchen, he saw her still cleaning up from breakfast. "I don't see your car. How did you get her?"

Without turning around from her task, she spoke over the running water. "I walked silly."

Now Josh was confused about how mobile the rural south was. He knew that he was at least a mile from the main road, and even more from any major road. "How long did it take for you to walk here?"

Josh's question made Shay turn off the faucet and turn around. She walked over to one of the windows and pointed out. "I am the second house from the left."

It hit Josh like a ton of bricks. "You are renting one of my houses on my property?"

Shay looked at him like he was a lost child. "I have been for years."

Not knowing what to say Josh turned around and left. He walked up the stairs and headed for the shower. With thoughts were of what just happened to him, he managed to wash himself and look presentable. It was only then did he go back downstairs to ask Shay more questions. 

Just as he was heading towards the kitchen he heard Shay talking. Not hearing the whole conversation he did hear her say, "Ok, ok I am leaving now. You better not!"

Entering the kitchen, Josh saw her pleasant demeanor and attitude had changed. She seemed more upset and preoccupied now.

Shay walked up to him, and planted a quick passionate kiss on his lips and told him. "I have to run now, I will try to stop by soon."

Before he could think of something to say, she was already out the door heading back to his rental house. He just stood at the window watching her walk briskly back to her house. 

Not knowing what to do next, Josh contemplated his next move while watching TV. He had a few errands to run, and materials to pick up for the house, but did not want to miss Shay if she came back. After about a half hour Josh came to a conclusion. Things had to get done and he was just wasting time. 

It took all day, but the car was packed with groceries and the day was not a total waste. While putting away the day's journey, there was no sign of Shay or any message from her. Still exhausted from morning sex and shopping, the end of the day drew Josh to his bed. 

Sunday was no different than Saturday, except shopping was limited to a select few stores while most of the town was in church. Even after church very few stores opened. Since the sky was grey and rain was approaching, the only thing to really do was grade papers and plan. The whole time, Josh thought about Shay's return. Not knowing when or if she was going to return took up most of his thoughts. 

Monday morning was no different than any other Monday. The pain of going back to work and dealing with five more just like it was normal to Josh. The only unknown that needed to be handled was will Shay acknowledge what happened in school. 

Between classes and duties, Josh found it hard to do anything other than work. Even in the hallways, he was busy doing something. It was only at the end of the day did he see her cleaning the windows to the main office. She turned to acknowledged him with. "Hello Mr. Childs."

Wanting to say something other than the typical hello and expecting her to say something different drove Josh insane. It would cause more problems at work, so a typical hello is all he gave back. It seemed like the right course of action, but inside something was burning. Most of his past relationships were timid and boring compared to her, and the not knowing proved all too enticing.

As much as Josh wanted to get home after a busy day, parent conferences stopped him. The guidance counselor had booked back to back meetings and it took over an hour to finish them. By this time he was ready to go home and crash. Still needing to grade home work and set up for the next day, Josh knew he would get little free time to worry about anything else. 

Walking up to his front porch Josh noticed the lights were on in the house. When he got to the front door the immediate smell of home cooking hit him. The overwhelming and enticing aroma came straight from the kitchen. The only person that would do this was Shay. Instead of walking in on her, he called out for her. "Shay... is that you cooking?"

The sound of her voice came bellowing back in response. "Come on in and have a seat! I am almost done fixing supper!"

Walking to the kitchen, Josh was struggling to make sense of what was happening. Questions he wanted to ask her filled his brain. The idea of causing a scene with her, and adding to an already long day was not something he wanted. 

Shay was in front of the stove mixing a pot of mashed potatoes, while a plate of chicken waited to be served. Her school work clothes were replaced with a small white floral summer dress that barely covered her ass. When Shay turned around to put the plates on the table, her breasts were clearly trying to pop out the top of her dress. 

The sight of her boobs trying to escape, caused his attention to focus away from all the questions he wanted to ask. It only brought back memories of having sex with her. Before he could speak she was sitting at the table with him passing him food.

Before Josh picked up his fork to eat, he spoke the first thing on his mind. "How did you get in? I know I locked my doors before I left this morning."

As Shay casually scooped food on her plate she answered. "I am sorry, but I should have told you that I have a key."

With a more curious face, "How did you get a key to my house?"

Shay still oblivious to his direct questions, continued to put more food on the plate. When she was done she nonchalantly put it in front of Josh, and then answered. "Your Aunt gave me a key years ago."

Still not getting the answer he wanted, Josh pressed the issue. "Why did my Aunt give you a key to the house?"

This question forced Shay to finally look up at him. "I used to help her clean every now and then."

Josh spoke up trying hard to keep the conversation going, yet without sounding ungrateful or rude. "I did not know she had a house cleaner, I am sorry for assuming something different."

Shay calmingly smiled back. "No need to say sorry, I know she did not keep in contact with you much."

Happy with her answer, Josh gave a easy smile to Shay. "Thank you for making diner, and cleaning up from before. I guess I am still use to living in the North."

When he smiled at her and put his hand on hers. Shay did nothing but beam a smile back at him. "I wanted to tell you more at school, but there is too much gossip at the school."

Josh just shook his head in agreement. "I completely understand." 

After what seemed like a short conversation, Shay casually stood up to clean the table. Josh got up to help, and was promptly nudged back down in his seat. "You sit, I can handle this." 

Josh almost felt that he was using her after she just cooked a great dinner for him. "Please let me help. I know you must be tired and you spent all day cleaning at school."

Just as Josh finished with his plea to help, he watched Shay as she bent over to open one of his cabinets. Just as she reached down he could see her small dress lift up almost immediately. Her small ass cheeks parted slightly to reveal she was not wearing any panties. The further Shay bent down, the more her ass cheeks opened. When she was completely bent over to grab a box from the cabinet, her brown pussy lips were revealed with the pink interior peeking at him like a wink. 

Not wanting to pull his eyes away from her beautiful feminine frame, Josh continued to stare. When Shay turned around after retrieving soap from the cabinet, she saw his eyes glued to her ass. 

"Are you staring?" giggled Shay.

Being caught red handed, Josh confessed, "I'm sorry, but your butt is very nice. I couldn't help myself."

Shay gave a naughty look back. "I hate my butt. It's too small."

Josh could only smile back at Shay when he commented back. "Your ass is amazing, and it looks great."

Shay seemed happy with his answer, and grabbed her ass. "It would look great on a small white girl. I just want a little more meat on it."

Josh burst out laughing at Shay's answer. "I think your ass is great the way it is, and could stare at it all day long."

Shay turned around so that her ass was in direct view for Josh, then spread her legs a little. "If you like it so much, come and take it."

Without waiting for Shay to take back what she said, Josh went to her. Josh wanted more than to mount her like a wild animal. He placed a passionate kiss on her lips, and took her in his arms. Grabbing her small waist, he lifted her up to hold her. Josh held tight while their tongues were entwined. It was not long before she put her feet down and knelt before him.




The Cleaning Lady In The Cabin



Knowing what was going to happen next, Josh held on to the countertop. It did not take long for Shay to have the pants unzipped and at his ankles. She did it with such need, that his boxers followed instantly. Before he could think, his now hard prick was in her mouth. Feeling her soft lips slid up and down on his dick made his manhood swell like never before. The familiar sensation of her tongue twirl around the head of his cock only caused him to thrust his hips slightly. 

Before Josh could settle in with a blowjob, Shay slurped his hard on and pulled her mouth off his swollen prick. She stood up and turned so her ass was facing him. "Take it. Take me from behind."

Without question Josh aimed his member towards her ready brown slit, and the passionate pink interior. He could feel that her pussy was already lubed for him to enter her. It did not take much of a effort to slide his erection into her. In one quick movement he was buried balls deep in her. Shay's tight ass was now up against his pelvis. 

Shay moaned loudly as her snatch filled with cock."OHH, you feel so big inside of me."

Josh just grabbed her small waist so he could plow in and out of her tight love hole. Shay bent her head down, as Josh started fucking her harder and harder. Thinking the heavy thrusting was hurting her, he slowed down. 

Looking over her should Shay urged him on, "You can go harder, I can take it."

Josh began to thrust harder at Shay's command. With each push, Josh could feel her vaginal muscles grip his dick as it penetrated her. He could feel the ass bones of her small lightweight frame as his body slammed up against hers. 

The more his cock slipped in and out of her, the more her snatch stretched open to accommodate his girth. Josh's pace was steady and forceful. Each time he slowed, Shay would slam her ass back against his cock. Knowing she wanted it harder, just encouraged him to keep fucking her. 

Without warning, Shay reached back to stop the hardcore pace. Josh looked up to see her looking back at him. "Now take my ass." 

With a worried look Josh responded. "Are you sure?"

Shay smiled back and adjusted her position against the counter. "Don't worry, I can take your white cock in my ass."

Josh had his answer, and removing his shaft from her pussy, he placed the tip of his cock against her asshole. Her dark brown hole looked tight but inviting. Since his dick was coated with girl juice, he just pushed the tip into her gently. Her small rectum gave way, exposing the pink interior of her asshole. The contrast of her brown skin and the pink interior of her rectum made Josh press even harder. The moment he felt the head of his cock gain entry to her black ass he knew he was in heaven. 

Shay let out a audible moan the second her ass was being opened by Josh's white intruder. "ITS SOO FUCKING BIG IN ME!" 

Slowly Josh pushed his dick deeper in Shay's butthole. He stopped a few times, so her rectal muscles could adjust to being stretched. When her ass felt a little loose he eased it in until his body was against her ass. Once Josh's member was stuffing Shay's brown hole, he eased back out. Once almost out of her shithole, he pushed back, and started to fuck her. 

"I can't believe how tight you are. I don't think I can last long," exclaimed Josh. 

Wanting to holdback his orgasm was impossible. His fucking motions were slow but steady, as Shay's ass created a tight hold on his love organ. It did not take long before cum was shooting inside her bowels. With shorter and deeper strokes Josh continued to squirt his man load up her ass. When the pressure was released, Josh held his still hard erection deep inside her.

"Don't pull out until you are soft."

Not wanting to disappoint, Josh obliged. Between the stress of the day and the recent sex his dick could not stay hard though. His cock easily slipped out followed by some of his cum. Josh stepped back and collapsed on a chair. He just raised his head to see Shay quickly adjust her small dress.

With sperm still glazed all over his dick. "I am going to take a shower; do you want to join me?" Josh asked.

Looking into his eyes with more lust and desire, "I would love that."

Walking up the stairs to the master bath, Shay pinched his ass hard. "I love that white boy ass you have."

Josh smiled and replied. "See we love each other's ass. I am in love with that tight black ass you just gave me."

As they got to the top of the stairs, Shay's cell phone rang. "You start the water, while I get that."

Not thinking anything of it, Josh turned on the water and waited. The sound of the water drowned out the conversation Shay was having.

Shay walked up stairs to see Josh waiting in the bathroom. "I have to go, please forgive me."

Josh looked disappointed but knew it must be an emergency. "I hope it's nothing serious." 

"It's not, but it's something I have to deal with now."

As Shay walked down stairs, Josh stepped into the shower alone and wanting more. He was thinking in his back of his mind if she would stay the night. Now as he was cleaning up himself, he was thinking she was hiding something from him.

While in bed, he was hoping that he would hear his door open and her footsteps coming up the stairs. Falling asleep was more difficult than expected. The simple sounds he heard at night always seemed to sound like her coming to see him.

Most Saturdays were spent making repairs on the house. This Saturday was no different. Moving stuff from one room to another caused time to pass quickly. The living room was prepped and the paint was ready. When Josh finally looked at the time, it was almost 4pm. The work had focused his mind so he did not think about the night before. When the growls of his stomach let him know it was time to eat, his mind flooded with memories of yesterday. 

Not wanting to make more of a mess; and with the kitchen filled with furniture; eating out was the only option. Quickly getting changed before heading out to eat, Josh had an idea. He thought that since Shay had cooked for him twice, he should take her out to eat. 

Josh walked out his front door wearing nice clothes, but nothing too formal. He saw that the lights to Shay's house, was on. He walked about half a mile to see if she wanted to go out to eat with him. 

When he got closer he could see that the rentals he owned looked old. It looked like they were remodeled recently, but their age was definitely 19th Century. The house Shay lived in looked much better than the house next to it. Shay's house had a nice garden bed in front of it, and flowers planted around the house. The other house looked like it was not touched in years. Josh now felt guilty about not looking at his property in more detail when he first moved in. 

Knocking on the front door, Josh heard an unfamiliar voice. "Who's there? The voice sounded much older almost elderly.

Thinking she had lied to him about where she lived. "I am sorry, I might have the wrong house. I was looking for Shay."

Waiting for an answer, the door opened instead. Josh was greeted by a black woman who looked like she was in her eighties. She was not as light skinned as Shay, and had white hair. "You must be Josh. Let me go get Shay."

The door closed only a bit as he heard her call out. "Shay, Josh is here for you."

Just as she finished calling for Shay, Shay's voice could be heard. "I will be right there."

The sound of hurried footsteps could be heard as the door was still cracked open. Josh faintly heard the women's voice. "He's all grown up now."

Before Josh could think about what was said, Shay opened the door and quickly stepped out. Wearing a simple white t-shirt and cutoff jeans she stood in front of Josh, she shut the door behind her. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"I was wondering if you would like to get some dinner. Seeing you cooked for me twice, I wanted to take you somewhere nice to eat."

Thinking Shay was going to be happy and pick a nice restaurant, Josh was surprised with her response. "Let me go cook you something special instead."

"My kitchen is a mess with the painting."

With a serious look on her face Shay answered back. "We can clean first, then I can fix you something good."

Taking her hand, and taking a step backwards off the small porch. "I insist, besides I have not finished painting yet."

Letting herself get dragged off the porch, she caved in. "If you want too. I don't really feel like it though."

Still dragging her towards his house, he said, "It will do us both good to get out."

Just as her body was reluctantly walking towards the house, Shay stopped. "We really can't be seen together. This is still the South."

Still trying to drag her away, "Come on, it can't be that bad. I will even let you pick the restaurant."

With a monotone reply, "Ok, if we must."

Thinking it was going to be a nice place in town or the outskirts, Josh drove out of the county. The conversation went from his ideas for renovations to colors. Shay always brought up how certain colors would look good in specific rooms.

Before he knew it he was seeing signs he was heading towards Atlanta. Looking at the clock he drove for over an hour. "Are you sure there are not any places closer?"

Shay looked at him and answered. "'m sure, besides, you told me I could pick the place. Since we did drive for awhile let me make it up to you." 

Josh had pulled into a parking lot of a restaurant. With an evil smile on her face, Shay moved her hand over to Josh's pants and unzipped his fly. Josh nervously looked around to see if anyone was looking. "Here... are you sure... what if someone is watching?"

Not wasting any time Shay pulled the semi hard pecker out. While her hand held it at the base, her head moved between his legs. Before Josh knew it, his dick was in her mouth. "OHHH, that feels good."

Josh refused to look down, but nervously scouting about to see if anyone came near his car. Shay's lips formed a tight seal as her mouth slid down the base of his dick. The immense wetness followed by slurping sounds of her saliva could have made his cum instantly. Each time her head came up his shaft, she twirled her tongue around the head of his cock. Each time she did this his cock would throb and pulse to indicate he was almost ready to unload his seaman.

All fear of being caught left him as his body squirmed, and his eyes squinted hard. His body was not use to enduring so much direct pleasure, and suction directly to his dick. Shay kept her soft lips firmly latched to his cock as her head bobbed up and down on it. With each downward thrust of her head, Josh knew he could not hang on for long. 

With one loud grunt, Josh unloaded the contents of his balls directly down Shay's throat. She moved her head down as far as it would go and held it there while he squirted his white load. The more his dick shot off cum, the more he grunted. 

When the last of his cum dribbled out of his now soft cock, Shay lifted her head. Shay wiped her mouth and flipped down the passenger visor. She peered into the mirror to fix her face, and to make sure there was no evidence of sperm on her face. 

When she was done, she turned to him. You will love this place. They got great okra." 

It was a simple barbeque place with almost no patrons. They were seated instantly and the server placed water in front of them. It was then that Shay looked calm and reserved again. 

The decor was that of a cabin in the woods. Josh then made a joke about it. "I should decorate my room like this."

Shay laughed and smiled. "You have no sense in style and it would be something I would expect."

Thinking about styles and Shays sense of taste he thought she could help him with something. "I was thinking of remodeling some of my rentals. Would you be interested in helping me?"

Shay took a sip of water before answering. "Which one would you do?"

"Two of my rentals are too far gone to be saved. The one next to your place would be the one to remodel."

Shay's response was quicker then Josh expected. "You can't remodel that house. There is too much history there."

With a confused look, Josh replied. "What history?"

Shay's face showed more concern then anger, but was still something Josh hated to see. "They are the old slave cabins."

With an apologetic tone, Josh tried to defuse the tension. "I am sorry I didn't know. Yours looks redone though. The other one does look like work was done on it at sometime in the past." 

Shay placing a hand on his said, "Your great grandfather fixed them up in the thirties so he could make money. The inside of that one still resembles the past though."

"I knew he sold a great deal of property during the Depression. My Grandmother always told him to just sell the place. When I am done I am going to have her down here so I can show her the work I have done to it."

The conversation was cut short by their server, and Josh did not want to bring up the past family demons. The meal went as well as could be expected. Shay seemed distant, but still engaged in pleasant conversations about working at the school.

The way home was just as boring as the dinner. Shay would only bring up basic topics about New Jersey and the weather in the South. Josh knew the night out went stale, and he thought it was about the past. Josh knew that his family bought the house after slavery too.

"I hope I did not upset you. I know my family bought the property in the 1870's or 1880's."

Putting her hand on his leg Shay looked out the window. "It's not that. I had it researched and would not blame you for the past."

When they pulled up to the house Josh opened the door and walked over to let Shay out. When he got to her side she was already out. Trying to make things better he took her hand. "Please don't be mad. I don't know what I said to upset you."

Shay pulled him down to her level and reached up to kiss his cheek. "I am not mad at you."

Josh watched Shay walk back to her house and walk in. Thinking the night was a total disaster he walked inside and went to bed. The night was worse than the night before. Instead of wanting her to come to him, he wanted to know why she got upset. Before long Josh passed out and slept the night.

Waking up Sunday commenced with finishing painting and touching up missed spots. It was not long before the job was done and furniture had to be moved back. The disastrous night before faded away as house work resumed. When the job was done and things were in their right place, lesson plans were next. By the end of the day Josh was exhausted and he let his mind think about Shay. He missed her company and her body. 

When Shay did not say anything other than hello to him in the hallways he thought she was being her normal self. She did make it clear to him that work conversations would have to stay that way. At the end of the day though, he was alone on his hallway while she cleaned. When Shay emptied the waste basket, she barely looked at him. Wanting to give her space, he waited for her to make contact. He walked out and nothing was said still.

The rest of the week followed the same routine as Monday. The exception was Friday, he made sure to make copies early in the morning. The only difference was that Shay did not appear and he was walking back to his classroom without ever seeing her. Josh knew that his relationship ended with her. He just thought about the time they had sex.

After a few weeks with no contact other than a typical hello Josh continued on his house repairs and school work. More focused than ever, he was completely done with the bottom floor of the house. The only work left was replacing the windows, and putting on a new roof. Josh already had quotes on replacing the siding and setup a date for it to get done. Not having to pay a mortgage and the low cost of living made it possible to afford such renovations. 

After a trip to the hardware store, Josh pulled up to his house and saw Shay closing the door to the house next to hers. He could barely make out what she was doing from that distance but she got in her car with her grandmother in the passenger seat. Josh stepped out of his car just as Shay drove past him. He could see her look straight at him. He could only make a sad face as she past him. 

Curiosity got the better of him and he walked over to the house. As he walked closer he could see the basic frame of the house was still in very good condition. It did look like it was redone a long time ago. When he finally got to the front door he saw it was padlocked. Josh never remembered getting a key to this house. He knew that the other houses did not have keys, but they also did not have hanging front doors. The only keys he got were to his main house and to Shay's house. Shay's house was his only occupied rental. 

Walking back with a crowbar, Josh made quick work of the latch. When the door opened he saw the house was recently cleaned and in very good condition. It looked like a museum students would visit. Everything inside looked like it was from the 1800s. A plain wood table stood a prominent place in the cabin. There were no chairs around the table, and the musty smell filled Josh's lungs. 

Thinking it was weird was an understatement. It was almost psychotic to him that Shay kept this house this way. When he walked more into the house, his jaw dropped. The mantel above the fireplace had an assortment of pictures on them. On closer inspection of the pictures he saw himself through the years. It was all the pictures his family exchanged with his Aunt Lonnie. It had his picture from high school, and even his college picture. 

Josh grabbed all the pictures and headed back to his house. The anger built in him and he wanted to end this crazy seduction Shay had with him. Josh knew that Shay knew who he was all along. The comment her Grandmother made now made sense to him. 

It did not take long to drive to the hardware store. It was easy to replace the latch, and put on a new lock. Wanting to make sure this did not happen again, Josh even put a deadbolt on the door. The no trespassing sign should be a clear indication that the house was his and not hers.

On Monday Josh had a new outlook on his mind. He was now thinking of switching schools because of Shay. He wanted nothing to do with her, and was afraid she would come after him. Josh just wanted to know more about why a slave cabin was kept in such good shape. He almost thought it was protected as a historical place. He was kind of mad the estate lawyer never mentioned it to him.

At the end of the day he walked into Mr. Gist's room. He saw the big man sitting at his desk grading papers. "Say there. I got a question for you."

Mr. Gist looked up with a jolly smile on his face. "Watcha got?"

"Are you familiar with historic areas around here?"

Not needing much time to think about it he answered quickly. "Sure. I know all of them. I am on the board that handles historic claims."

Josh smiled that he found the right person for his question. "What can you tell me about my house, and what's on it?"

Mr. Gist's smile quickly dropped, and a more serious look replaced it. "Who have you been speaking with?"

Josh wondered why he would ask such a question. "Nobody, I just wanted to know."

Mr. Gist stood up from his desk and motioned for him to enter. "Come on in, and close the door. I know the history of your place if you want to know it."

Josh entered and closed the door behind him. He was now wondering what he got himself into. "Is it bad?"

"Not bad, but interesting. I know the house was built by a John Anderson in 1856. He borrowed money from his former employer. When Mr. Anderson could not pay back the money, it was taken over by his former employer."

Josh seemed interested since this information was unknown to him. "It's hard to get information about my family buying old properties out of my Grandmother. My father died when I was young, so any family history is great to know."