A night of very little sleep

Usher grabbed hold of Lisa with surprisingly strong hands, picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder. Pawing away at her ass as he strode down the hallway, he whistled a low tune, a lecherous smile on his old mug.

"Let's get you in bed, dear." He almost cackled. This was too easy, but he still needed to take his time. Lisa was shaking from an echoing orgasm in his arms, but that wouldn't last forever. No, Usher decided to ease her on in. Laying her down on the bed, Usher brought her a night gown he'd had specially made for "lady guests" as he called them. They were whores, and he made it so that the skimpy gown showed everything and made for easy access to the lady in question, but it could still be called clothing. Pulling Lisa up, he expertly draped the gown over her head, then pulled her arms through the garment.

"Alright, there's the easy part." He cackled again. "Now for the long night ahead."

Usher laid Lisa down on the bed and flopped down beside her as well. Had Lisa not been in the buzzed, post-orgasmic bliss she was, she'd have noticed the bed reeked the same way Usher did. The lady of the house ought to sleep with the man, after all. She did however feel his probing hands find their way underneath the hem of her gown. One reached for her right breast, spooning her from underneath, while the other fondled at her rosebud. Lisa moaned at the start, the searching fingers pleasing her already sensitive quim, until she gasped loudly.

Usher's fingers had found her clit again and were gently playing with the sensitive nub. Circling, lightly pinching, and pressing down, Usher toyed with the young cowgirl with ease, revving up her motor all night, till the exhausted, drunk, and sexually overloaded Lisa finally found her way to sleep in the arms of the disgusting old man, her first eventful night living at Usher's Guns and Ammo. It would not be the last.