*WARNING -- PLEASE READ FIRST
This is a story set in the American South during the period of slavery. It is an accurate depiction of the period. As such, racism, racial slurs and racist attitudes are included as key elements of some characters. If you are not comfortable with the topic of slavery, racial supremacy/subordination, or even seeing the "n" word used in a demeaning way, I urge you NOT to read on. Thank you.
This is a part of the Noah Hamilton series. I will not recap previous chapters in the current chapter. So, for this story to make the most sense, please review prior chapters.
December 24, 1810
Four weeks passed since that fateful day.
Every couple of days, Noah would travel out to the Hartley farm (soon to be his farm!) and check on the farm. Then he would fuck the previous owner, Libby Hartley.
But a dark cloud swirled in his mind. He had not seen any of the Stewarts since that day -- the day he caught Abe Stewart fucking one his male slaves in the ass out in the barn. The Stewarts had been very quiet from town life and the community was talking.
On this day, he decided to stop at the Stewart farm before going to his future property. As he rode up the lane, the dutiful young slave Sarah came out to meet him. "Is Mister Stewart in?"
"I'm sorry sir, you just missed him. He has left for the day," spoke Sarah in her soft angelic voice. And yet, Noah knew she was lying. But he would take the opportunity to engage with her.
He dismounted his horse and moved closer to her. Closer than a gentleman would normally get to a slave that was not his, but maintaining a distance that nobody would question. "Sarah, I know you are lying. And I know he told you to lie." She averted her eyes, but said nothing. "Do you know what he was doing in the barn that night?" She nodded yes one time. "And he does that to you too, doesn't he?"
"No sir. I'm only 17." Noah's heart lept. She was still cherry.
"But he will, won't he. When do you turn 18?"
"Sir, I turn 18 on the first of May."
"Sarah, you run along and tell Mister Stewart that Dr. Hamilton came by. He was sorry to have missed him. You also tell him that Dr. Hamilton says, 'we need to talk'. Don't tell him anything else we spoke about."
Sarah turned and headed inside. Fear was in her chest and she headed up to Master Stewart's study. She found him at the window, he had seen their discussion. He turned to her and said, "Well?"
"Master, you had a visitor, but I sent him off like you instructed. Dr. Hamilton came calling and he gave me a message to give to you. He said, 'he was sorry to have missed you and we need to talk'."
"Leave me." Sarah practically jumped out of the room. Dr. Hamilton must be an incredibly powerful man to have made Master Stewart so nervous.
Meanwhile, Noah had climbed back on his horse and headed over to his new property. He arrived at the farmhouse and the house slave Tabitha let him in. "Good morning Tabitha," he said. She mumbled something in reply.
Over the last three weeks of fucking the former owner, Libby Hartley, they had become lax in front of Tabitha. She knew what was going on, Mistress Hartley had told her. However, it was important to keep up appearances. Noah climbed the stairs and headed straight to Libby's bedroom. Knowing he was coming, Libby had taken off all her clothes after breakfast and was doing her needlepoint naked in her room.
Wordlessly, Noah stripped and climbed on the bed. Libby quickly joined him. For her strong personality, she was incredibly submissive in the bedroom. But this wasn't love to either of them -- a pleasant friendship, perhaps. But it was mostly just carnal fucking.
On this morning, Libby was feeling extra needy. She wanted to kiss a lot during their love-making. Neither of them spoke. They guided each other's hands over their body. Libby kissed Noah passionately on the mouth. She moved slowly down his chest, rubbing her hands over him and letting her hair drag over his body.
She moved down to his crotch and rubbed his cock slowly. Libby hated giving blow jobs. She loathed it -- especially when a man would ejaculate in her mouth, forcing her to swallow his salty mess. She hated it. But today she was needy and was willing to do anything to please Noah. She inhaled deeply and took his cock into her mouth. She was bobbing up and down enthusiastically. For a woman who hated sucking cock, she was giving it one hell of a performance. Noah had received many blowjobs and this was among the worst. She really was trying, but her mind seemed elsewhere.
Noah pulled her up to him and kissed her passionately. Feeling her neediness, Noah crawled between her legs and slowly licked her lips. Libby's pubic hair was neatly trimmed, after Noah told her this is what he preferred. He wanted to build her up slowly -- very, very slowly. He licked her lips and tugged gently on them, carefully avoiding her clip. Libby was squirming and her discomfort was mounting.
True to form, Libby was a wet woman and this day would be no different. By the time Noah finally licked her clit softly, she had drenched the sheets. She came instantly. Noah let up on his intensity, but continued licking her to a second orgasm in about 10 minutes.
