Lisa had to really think about that.

Lisa sat there, her eyes glued to the torrents of cum leaking from her pussy, shivering with disgust and pleasure as Usher kept kissing her neck. His soft lips were a constant reminder of what had just happened-what she'd just allowed to happen. She willed with all her might for her hands to strike him, to turn around and scratch his every pore with her nails like a hellcat. Hell, even for her legs to just move, to lift herself off of Usher and get his still bubbling cock out of her cunt. No luck. Her mind had found herself in this situation, and it was as if her body refused to take any orders from her brain from here on. Instead, all Lisa could do was fall deeper into her thoughts.

Lisa had never really thought about how she wanted to lose her virginity. Sure, when Lisa was younger, she'd wanted to get married like her mom had wanted her to. She'd dreamt of having a big family and a loving husband, a little farm on a prairie, that sort of thing. But as she grew older and had started to wander, she'd outgrown those notions. Instead, Lisa had only really wanted her first time to be with someone who cared about her. Once, while she was way further east, a ranch hand who was sweet on her got close. They'd gone dancing one night at a festival, and Lisa had been completely smitten with him. She remembered he brought her flowers and the poor wanderer had wanted to reward her romantic hero.

"Now you just lie back," Lisa said, "And let me give you your gift." She purred as he fell back against a hay barrel.

"Oh, as you wish." He'd said, his melodious tenor voice made Lisa's heart dance.

She'd unzipped his pants and found his cock more than happy to come out. A few jerks, and he was completely erect.

"My!" Lisa exclaimed. "For little old me?" She popped his tip into her mouth, and unceremoniously, he came. It was sweet cum, but far, far too soon.

The ranch hand had looked at her. "Thank you... Leslie." He passed out almost right afterward. Some Casanova he was.

That had been the most romantic her life had been. Till now, though calling her present circumstances romantic felt more like an insult to the word romance rather than description. But Lisa couldn't deny, Usher had treated her needs with more care and tender than any man before. The minute her brain processed that fact, Lisa checked out.

Lisa shivered again, as Usher's hands roamed across her body. His fingers found their way to her clit, and they toyed with her while his lips refused to stop tickling her neck.

"I'm fixing for round two." Usher said, his rough and husky voice whispered in her ear.

Lisa finally stood up. She turned to Usher, and the old man feared he'd finally gone too far. Instead, her eyes just welled with tears, and she whimpered. "My scrip please." As she held out her hand.

Usher smiled as sweetly as he could. "Hard day's work deserves hard pay." He walked, naked from the waist down to a counter and pulled a bag out. "Here you go. 50 scrip, as promised."
Lisa took the bag gingerly and counted every little silver coin. When she saw that everything was there, she turned back to the man. "Thank you." She said, voice weak, but still determined. She turned and walked back up the stairs, Usher's cum still leaking from her pussy and the hem of her dress riding up so her whole ass could be seen as she walked.

Usher smiled. If lunch was that wonderful...