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Author: Julie Derecho

Title: The Maintenance Man, Part Two

Summary: Harold fucks one of the tenants in the ass in exchange for
fixing her washing machine.

Keywords: MF, CON, ANAL, ORAL





   Located in the southern quadrant of the apartment complex, Harold didn't
like building 38.  Nor did he care much for its residents.  According to
Steve, the development had an untimely opening in 2008 during that
coincided with the height of the world-wide recession.  Attempts to lease
the hundreds of available units in that sort of economic environment had
been disastrous, so management hatched a bold plan to fill them quickly and
delay the foreclosure proceedings that had been initiated by the nervous
bank holding the note.  The long-term effects of that plan, which consisted
of leasing the units with no credit check and no deposit still lingered
today.  Worse, no restrictions against Section-8 tenants were imposed
either.  And many of these government subsidized tenants had now been in
building 38 for years.  Rounding the corner of the hulking, structure,
Harold stopped for a minute to read some graffiti scrawled in black magic
marker on the white, aluminum downspout.  'i haTe mY LiFe,' it read. 
Harold just hoped that he didn't get shot or stabbed.


   Looking at the name on his clipboard, Harold recognized Keisha Jackson
as probably one of the most famous residents.  At 30, she already had three
children.  The oldest, a seventeen year old son, was in prison for murder,
the middle-one, a young daughter, still lived with her, and the youngest,
another son, was eating and breathing out of tubes in a downtown
assisted-living facility.  As the story goes, the eldest, Dimonte boosted a
gun from another dubious tenant and carelessly left it half-hidden under
his bed.  And during a party while the apartment was filled with 13 other
teenagers and Keisha was out, as usual, the youngest had found it and
managed to squeeze off a .40 caliber round.  The bullet went through his
lower torso, severing his spine and a lot of other things, but he lived. 
During the ensuing confusion, one of the party-goers, Dimonte's teenage
girlfriend, hid the gun at a playground near the building, but it was
ultimately found by the cops and traced back to him.  He ended up doing
time in juvie hall, but later went on to kill another drug dealer downtown
in a deal gone bad.  Turned out, the guy who received Dimonte's bullet was
doing his old-girlfriend, the girl who hid the gun, and because she was
present, her testimony sent him to the pen.  It was a strange, twisted
tale.


   Despite the legendary criminal antics of her family and the unauthorized
contributions that she'd made to the gene pool, Harold had never met or
even seen Keisha; it was Dimonte that had managed to become a regular
fixture in the local news for the accidental shooting, the murder, and the
subsequent trials.  When she opened the door, Harold was surprised by how
petite Keisha was.  An obvious mix of half-white and half-black, she was
light-skinned, with tightly braided, light-brown hair and dark green eyes.
Her breasts were nothing more than small bumps pressing against a blue,
pullover shirt.  Harold figured that at around 5 feet, two inches or so,
she couldn't possibly weigh more than a hundred pounds.  Reading from his
clipboard, Harold rattled off the description of her maintenance call to
the office about her leaking washing machine faucet, then walked over to
the appliance closet, which for some reason was located near the front
door, in the grossly oversized foyer of every unit.  Whenever the subject
of the layout of these apartments came up with a resident, Harold always
remarked that it had taken a special-breed of college retard to design
them, and ended the conversation there.


   Pulling the washer away from the wall and turning it on, Harold
suspected immediately that Keisha was looking for a freebie, because he
watched water leak from the bottom of the machine and begin to soak the
carpet.  She had reported that the faucet was leaking, but that clearly
wasn't the case, and the tenants had to provide their own washer and dryer.
When Harold told her in a matter-of-fact, blunt manner that she needed a
new washer and that he couldn't do anything for her, Keisha arched her
back, causing her little breasts to rise prominently, and asked Harold "if
there was something he could do for her anyway," telling him she wanted
"some kind of private, under-the-table deal to fix it." As Keisha was
making her pitch, Harold heard a voice and looked over at the young girl,
now poking her head out of the nearby bedroom door.  Harold guessed that
she was Keisha's daughter, and she asked her mother "if the man was going
to fix their washer?" Keisha responded in a voice that only the
African-American community had mastered, shrieking "get back in dat room,
right now, dammit." The girl slammed the door in fear.  Keisha then tugged
the stretchy fabric of her top down to form a vee between her tits and told
Harold "that if he was able to get her back to washing clothes, he would be
seeing her without any, and getting some goods," as she described it.


   An hour later, Harold had Keisha's washer all put back together and
ready to go.  Things had been dicey for a while, but eventually he had
found a leaky o-ring in the pump that was causing the water leak.  Washing
machine parts obviously weren't a normal part of his toolkit, but in a
stroke of sheer luck, another resident had set a similar machine out near
the dumpsters over the weekend and he was able to get a good pump from that
machine.  Harold had noticed it during his morning rounds to police up the
trash that was continually strewn all over the place.  Satisfied that he
had it fixed, he told Keisha to "test it." After pressing the buttons and
testing a few cycles without finding any leaks, Keisha told Harold "damn,
you're good, maintenance man, now you gonna get some treats."


   Raising a finger to her lips in a gesture for Harold to keep quiet,
Keisha pointed to her daughter's bedroom, and then led Harold into the
living-room, where she stripped naked, merely by peeling off her top and
stepping out of her skimpy shorts, because of the absence of any
undergarments.  Keisha then sat on the couch, unzipped his pants and yanked
his cock out.  Being able to deep-throat him without any effort, he could
tell that she had been sucking cock for years, Keisha was quite the pro at
it.  But despite her best efforts to make him come quickly, Harold
resisted, although only barely; he wasn't going to let her get out of
paying her debt with a fast blowjob.


   After she'd sucked him really good and hard for several minutes, he
reached down and guided Keisha to her feet.  Then he pushed her forward
onto the couch and positioned her to fuck doggy-style.  While fishing
around in his pocket with one hand for a condom, because he had no
intention of fucking a slut like this without protection, Harold fondled
Keisha's small, little ass with the other.  She may have a well-used cunt,
Harold decided, but she was still fine.  He particularly liked the sizeable
gap between her thighs where they joined her buttocks.  He thought it was
hot how even when she was standing her legs didn't touch together and you
could easily see the meaty lips of her pussy.


   Harold knew he was fucking a whore, but Keisha's large pussy size in
relation to her small body was deceiving, and he didn't expect his cock to
sink so far into her without any real effort.  After a couple of hard
strokes into Keisha's wet, sloppy ghetto box and not getting any good
sensation, he decided that he was going to fuck her in the ass instead. 
Her little, brown eye staring back at him from between those small, round
ass cheeks was simply too inviting to ignore.


   Grabbing her around the waist so she couldn't get away, Harold withdrew
his cock out of her sloppy pussy and started working it into her ass. 
"What the fuck are you doing, " Keisha hollered at him.  "That wasn't part
of the deal," she shrieked.  Fully inside of her only tight hole, Harold
ignored her bitching and started banging her ass, hard.  As far as he was
concerned, her asshole was gonna be as stretched out as her pussy before he
left.  With only the lubrication of her vagina on the condom, Keisha
whimpered in pain each time Harold slammed into her.  The noise must have
attracted the attention of her daughter, because she called out to her. 
"Mommy, where is the washing machine man," the little girl asked from her
bedroom doorway.  "Stay in your room, baby," Keisha hollered back in a
broken voice and with Harold steadily cornholing her.  "Don't come out,
stay in your room, Mama's busy baby," Keisha managed to holler.  Harold
knew it was perverted, but fucking Keisha with her daughter in a nearby
room and having the kid wonder what he was doing really excited him.  He
suspected that the girl had heard a lot of men fuck her Mother.  Grabbing
Keisha by the hips, he only had to jam his cock into her tiny ass a few
more times before completely filling the condom with a massive load of cum.


   As Harold was pulling his pants back on, Keisha was still up on her
knees, reaching back to massage her stretched and still gaping asshole. 
She was clearly feeling the pain emanating from it.  "I told you that
wasn't part of the deal white-boy," she hissed at Harold.  "You owe me!,"
she continued.  Harold responded by dropping the slimy, cum filled condom
onto her back and telling her, "yeah, I owe you," before heading out the
door with his clipboard.





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