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."