The Man of the House

14. The New Tenants

There was a lot to do. Mom wondered whether we should wait until the divorce papers were signed, but Jordan wouldn't hear of it. We set to work, spending a couple of days throwing out everything in the north wing, and readying it for photos, which I took with my good camera and lighting. They turned out really well.

Jordan brought in a real estate agent who had some suggestions, particularly for the bathroom. It was large, and had a toilet, but the shower area was empty, as if it had been half-finished. The kitchen was also non-existent. Jordan set to work. He watched hundreds of hours of videos, staying up til two in the morning. He even made a plan online using some drawing software. I was so proud of him.

We found kitchens at Home Hardware that were cheap enough but not so flimsy that they would look out of place in the house. I had enough cash in my OnlyFans account to pay for the whole thing. I told Jordan we could get it right now if he wanted, because I had had savings from my childhood bank account. He was surprised I hadn't mentioned these before, but shrugged it off, and was proud of me for sacrificing my life savings. He bought the kitchen.

Fortunately, there was plumbing for the shower behind the wall. A plumber suggested we just buy a whole unit that could be sat in the corner and connected up. We did that too, so that by the end of the week, we had a decent enough kitchen, and a shower in place. I took new photos and sent them to the real estate agent, and the advertisement was online that night.

We set the price high, $800 per week. The agent had four applicants in as many days. Jordan hadn't even finish installing the drywall and permanent doorway in the corridor to separate the apartment from the rest of the house.

We sat down and looked through the list of applicants. A young family with two kids, a couple in their early sixties, two single middle-aged sisters, and finally, a young couple who had been a few years' married, with no kid. I wanted to meet them, to get a better feel for who would fit in, be most likely to stay, and pay the rent on time.

I had the agent line them all up for a meeting, and we talked. They were all decent, and any would have been fine. I didn't know if I really wanted the young family there with their little kids running around, or wanting to use the swimming pool on Sundays, and if we'd feel free with them here. It was a bit selfish, but I didn't want to lose any of what we'd worked for here.

The older couple was nice and quiet. I'm sure they would have been no trouble, and looked like they had plenty of cash. The two sisters look interesting, if a little weird in their taste. One of them had blueish-purplish hair, and the other one was half gray-brown. They must have been about Mom's age. They kind of looked like the sort of people that have a lot of cats and pot plants. I imagined the apartment turning into a botanical gardens. Might have been nice, but, maybe not. I did see Jordan appreciating their big chests beneath their tight tops, however. I enjoyed giving him a little nudge to let him know he'd been sprung.

Finally there was the married couple, with no kids. They were black. Her name was Harmony, and his Michael, though the application was only in her name. I didn't get it. Surely black people were more traditional when it came to marriage and the man being the head of the house, and all that. She was super sweet, polite and respectful. He seemed nervous, but also very respectful. I kind of liked her. I wanted to figure out what was going on with their situation, so I asked.

They were just moving to the city from a smaller town, she had gotten a good job in the city about a year ago, and this would reduce her commute from four hours each day to one. He had a job in their town, but was in the process of finding a new employer in the city. I could see need in her eyes. She even offered to clean in the main house, do washing loads, and said Michael would gladly garden the entire grounds for us.

"I'll do whatever you want, Ma'am," she said as she looked into my eyes.

She was so beautiful and gentle. She seemed vulnerable, yet determined. I liked her. A lot. She clearly wanted this, badly. Jordan was afraid to give him opinion about the two sisters, though I knew he wanted them, but I nudged him towards Harmony and Michael. You can'tonlymake decisions based on your cock, after all.

They were still in the apartment when I decided. I didn't want to waste time, so when they were just about to depart, I told Harmony we would give it to her. She instinctively gave a little cry and threw her arms around my neck to thank me. She knew there was competition, that was likely wealthier than she was. And particularly the added challenge of being black in a wealthy, mostly white, neighborhood.

"Thank you Sasha!" She exclaimed, before withdrawing, embarrassed.

"You're welcome Harmony," I answered, smiling. "If you are able to help us around the house, I think we can maybe give you an unofficial discount as well...but we'll have to see."

Her eyes lit up, so I could tell that would make a difference. She nodded eagerly. Oh, yeah. These were going to be good tenants. And did I see a tear welling up in her eye?

"Thank you," she mouthed.

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They didn't have any family or friends to help them with moving, which was a bit strange. It didn't seem quite right that they wouldn't have a large circle of acquaintances. Jordan decided to hire a truck and help them move in. It was over an hour away on the highway. Harmony seemed quite moved by it all, and embarrassed that we were helping them.

Once we had moved them in, I made it clear that if there were any problems they needed to tell us, and we would fix them. They transferred their first month's rent into a new savings account Jordan had set up.

In the first week, Harmony knocked politely on our separating door three times, to ask whether she might come in to assist us with some housekeeping. Mom had her do several loads of washing, which she confidently took to the laundry and dealt with. She also asked if she could clean the washrooms and the kitchen while the laundry was running.

At first Mom thought that this was completely excessive, but I motioned for her to be silent. It was clear to me that Harmony wanted to do something for us. Jordan had noticed it too...then I realized Mom had. There was definitely something unusual between them. I wanted to find out what it was.

Turns out Mom was two steps ahead of me - she had much more of a sense for these types of things. I found her with Harmony in our sitting room one afternoon, a basket of finished and folded washing next to them. She had her hand on Harmony's leg, talking to her gently. It seemed personal enough that I brushed past and went straight to my room.

Later that night I asked Mom what she was talking about.

"Oh, I just wanted to hear a bit more about Harmony's background," she replied.

"So you noticed there was something there, too?" I asked.

"Yes. It turns out they have had a bit of a challenging time. Her husband was falsely accused of a crime a few years ago, and was arrested. He ended up having to hide away from people in his own town because of the hatred they received. If anyone finds out that he was even tainted with that scandal he'll probably never be able to get a job again. So they're a bit scared, Sweetie."

Sothatwas why Michael was so shy, they were so willing to be helpful and seemed to vulnerable...because theywere. I felt an outpouring of love for them in that moment. We would look after them, and let them stay as long as they wanted. I told Jordan, and he nodded knowingly, having suspected something was up.

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Harmony arrived home from work the following week, and parked along the blind side of the house that was never used by the family. It was so convenient that they had a completely separate driveway and entrance. She was very shy, and couldn't bear the thought of disturbing the owners' privacy on a daily basis with their comings and goings.

Michael would be working a bit late tonight. He had a simple administrative job, but it was a job. They were happy with him, and he was friendly and kept to himself. She was doing very well. She had almost doubled her salary in Toronto, and they could afford the rent, though only just. Sasha had been so kind, and already knocked it down by a hundred dollars once for her help around the house.

She liked these landlords - they were good people, and she was determined to be a good tenant for them. Maybe one day they would even be able to afford a place of their own. Not around here, of course, but maybe a little apartment, not too far from the city. She had wanted children, but it seemed either she or Michael just wasn't able to. They couldn't afford medical help, so they had just left it in God's hands.

She took her handbag and her shopping and locked the car, before stepping towards the entrance that led to this wing of the house. It was a rather grand portico with a walled balcony and five steps that led to their small, though stately, abode.

Harmony gasped suddenly as she made her way up the steps, as she saw movement around the corner of the doorway, behind the pillar. She stepped slowly, and then realized there was someone standing there. To her surprise, it was Jordan.

She quickly regained her composure.

"Oh! Mister Maitland!" She greeted him politely.

He was standing still at the top step, and didn't give her a greeting in return, just smiled briefly. A thousand negative thoughts flooded her mind, and her heart started palpitating. Was this bad news? Had they done something wrong already? Oh, please, Dear Lord, let him not be cancelling our lease already!

"I..." she was really flustered, "is everything OK? Is there anything I can do?" she managed to spit out.

"Maybe," Jordan replied, coolly, "I was actually just coming over to say 'Hi'."

That didn't help...Harmony's mind went through a million scenarios. What had she forgotten to do? Had she said something wrong? It must have been her talk with Sasha's Mom. Oh, dear. They had decided that she and Michael weren't fit and proper people to be there. Oh...why oh why did she say anything?!

She was fishing around in her bag for the house key, looking anxious and frantic, but Jordan gently put his hand on her wrist.

"Here's fine," he said.

Harmony didn't understand what was happening at all. He wanted to talk with her outside on the doorstep? She was now rapidly disintegrating into a complete mess.

"Of course, Sir. You don't want to come in?"

By way of answering, and still holding her right arm, Jordan placed two fingers under her chin, and, gently directing her face up towards his, softly touched his lips against hers. Her flustered mind, long day at work, shopping and everything else exploded into smithereens. What. On. Earth?!

Jordan pulled away from the tender kiss, and she looked up into his kind eyes. He was very handsome.

He looked down at her. She was extremely beautiful, vulnerable, and looking very worried. Her stunning ebony features, soft dark eyes, perfect nose, and bountiful lips were at his command. Her little hands were now held out before her like paws, resting in his, with his thumbs enclosed over them.

"It's OK," he cooed, "there's nothing wrong."

What a relief! It flooded through her tight little chest in waves. OK. So he really was here just being naughty?

He smiled at her again, and she reciprocated. Oh my, what to do? She couldn't possibly refuse, but she didn't want to come across as some easy whore. Somehow she managed to whisper a few words...

"Jordan?" she whispered softly.

"Mmm hmm?"

"Does she know?"

"Yeah," he lied smoothly.

It wasn't normally in his character to behave this way, but the image of her pretty face had been stuck in his mind all week. He had to have those lips, those fingers. He had to.

It wasn't as though Jordan's answer had provided Harmony with any moral relief. This was completely wrong. She had never once been unfaithful to Michael. Never. He did struggle to satisfy her in bed, but that was different. They needed the cover and protection they were receiving from these people. Surely Jordan wasn't going to take advantage of her?

She didn't really have much choice, she told herself, because she was under his roof, and it was at his direction. She decided she would not resist at all. It wasn't worth it. She would give him what he wanted.

He raised her hands gently, and she returned back up to his lips, standing on tiptoe to kiss him. Her full lips grabbed onto his lower lip, and he opened for them to intertwine with his. He began sucking on her upper lip, and she returned the favor on his bottom one. Then he brought her petite forearms onto his chest, and any remnant or even thought of resistance was broken. She realized she did want it. She wanted to know what a strong and virulent man was like. She was so naïve and inexperienced.

She slid her petite arms up and over his shoulders, around his neck, tilting her head slowly. Then, in concert, their mouths opened, tongues engaged, and his hands slid down over her perfectly round ass cheeks.

She felt herself pressing up against his erection. It was strong, firm...quite a bit larger than Michael's. She was surprised, as she assumed most white men had smaller penises than black men. His hard-on was pressing his jeans into her office skirt, and she moved her groin sympathetically with him to give him stimulation.

Their heads moved in symphony, tongues sliding and slithering over one another. He was so gentle. Such a sweet man, and yet so powerful. His arms felt like steel, and she felt love washing through her body. This was so wrong...so wrong. And yet...she desperately wanted to please him for some reason; satisfy him; show him that she would be a good and obedient tenant.

Harmony pulled away slowly, and looked into his blue eyes with affection. Then she slowly lifted his hands from her butt cheeks and slid them up and around her waist, bringing them in the direction of her chest. She unbuttoned the four buttons on her shirt, and removed his hands briefly to let it slide off her, onto the ground.

All the while, she fixed his gaze, smiling demurely at him. Her bra was black, darker than her skin. She lifted her lovely C-cup boobs forward from her chest. His eyes went to them briefly, before they returned to her gaze.

She helped him remove his polo shirt, then she took his hands and placed them squarely on top of her breasts. As his fingers and palms found their mark, she exhaled with a wide smile, nodding at him. She came back to his face, eyes closed and mouth open, her beautiful pink tongue extending over her chocolate lips, and they were joined once again at the face.

Harmony slid her lovely black hands down his pale chest, stopping to place her thumbs on his nipples and rotate them slowly. Then she moved down to his manhood, feeling its length through his trousers, marking its base by clasping his balls in the one hand, and beginning to stimulate him with the other. He unclasped her bra, and she let it fall away. Her boobs sat perfectly on her chest. Enough for a full handful, but not at all saggy.

She unzipped him, and he stepped out of his falling trousers. His tongue jumped in her mouth as her fingers made first contact with his cock, involuntarily bucking away from her as her hands grasped and sized his sensitive member.

They withdrew from their kiss, both breathing deeply and nervously. Her left hand was clasped around his hairy balls, juggling them softly, kneading and massaging them. Her right hand was slowly and methodically stroking his thick cock. She took a moment to gaze down at it. Such a thick piece of white manliness. Its head was round and sloping, the fleshy web that stretched down to his frenulum tight as though it might snap, and the flange soft and pliable. It looked remarkable.

She turned back to him to smile, but ended up gasping as he began twiddling her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. She blinked and batted her eyelids at him continually with her mouth in a position of surprise and delight. She was now fully given to his pleasure and he could look forward to the anticipation of completion with her, in any way he wanted.

Jordan was heaving back and forth rhythmically. Harmony had full control over his cock, and was gradually working it towards climax. He wanted her so badly. She was perfect. Her chocolate skin was so smooth, so perfect in every way. He placed his hand on her cheek to stroke it for a moment, and then pressed down with the lightest of touches on her shoulder.

She understood his instruction, and began to sink slowly, her tongue catching his neck, sucking briefly on his Adam's apple. Her nose rubbed down the centerline of his chest, until she came to his nipples. She licked the right one, then sucked on it briefly. She repeated the exercise on the left side. Her tongue made a trail of saliva down the centre of his chest. She paused again at his belly button, inserting her tongue and filling his void with liquid from her pretty little mouth.

Finally, she reached her destination, landing on her knees. His erection was positioned between her breasts, and she brought her hands to their side to compress them, enveloping his rod in her soft ebony chest. She continued the same slow rate of stroking that she had done with her hands, looking up at him for approval.

A quiet moan escaped Jordan's lips. He was unable to maintain his silence any longer, but emitted a soft, breathy exhalation with each passage of his cock through her chest. Her smile upon hearing his pleasure was rewarding, as she hastened the coming of his orgasm.

Harmony removed his phallus from her boobs and prepared to provide him the ultimate pleasure. Before she could take control, he placed his hand around her cheek and chin. Her face was so small, so cute. His thumb entered her mouth. That alone was almost enough to fill it. She supplicated to him by licking her tongue long the length of his thumb. She knew what would be coming next.

In preparation, she slid her hand from his balls up onto his shaft, so that her little black fingers were both kneading his cock forwards, lengthening it, preparing it for its ultimate delivery. Jordan's dick was now more or less horizontal. Her hands were moving like a well-oiled machine, towards her face, away from it, towards it again. Her mouth was an inch from his manhood. She looked up at him for approval again, and received a breathless nod, that sent her mouth into a broad smile.

She really wanted to please him. She returned her gaze to his cock, examining it in close detail, imagining the taste of it, and how it would fill her mouth completely. He reached further down, and in a show of dominance, gently placed his left hand around her throat. He could hold almost her entire neck with one hand. She looked back up to him, in total submission. Then she slowly parted her lips once more, extending her pretty pink tongue as he motioned forward ever so slightly, such that his thick penis entered and filled her mouth completely.

She savored the salty taste of his throbbing member, and the large pool of pre-cum that had gathered at the tip of his orifice. It was bitter, salty, strong. Jordan was a man's man. She was honored to be taken by such an example of masculinity.

Jordan, for his part, was not far from cumming. His movements were almost out of his own control. She was stroking his life-giving seed out of him, gradually, steadily. His panting increased in fervor, and she realized he was close. He grabbed her wrists and let them follow her movements, his actions like a rower commandeering his oar. The buildup was gradual, and quiet, but he felt as though he was going to unleash a great load of semen.