"You Do What You Must" (closed)

[PennySaver]

Back at the house after her meeting with Lou, Hanna showered and donned a sexy, tight fitting outfit she'd picked up at the second hand clothing store across the street from the mercantile. She'd seen a picture of a younger woman wearing a similar outfit -- perhaps even this same outfit -- on the wall of the tool shed back at Maxine's when she'd been living there and had found out the girl had been participating in a Cheer and Dance camp held here on the isle a couple of years back.

"Jimmy ... that was my less-than-hand-handyman back then ... he'd offered to take the picture for the girl's boyfriend back in Jersey," Maxine explained. "He printed a copy for himself and used to yank his chain looking at it all the time"

When Hanna found the top and shorts together on a single hanger she just had to put out the $3.99 for it. Looking at herself now in her bedroom's full length mirror, she couldn't help but think she looked better in it. But then, what was she supposed to think, right?

"Someone here to see you, Hanna," Carmen said from the hall just outside the Madam. Hanna turned and received an immediate compliment for how she made the dance costume look good, not the other way around. Carmen told her with a smile, "Your guest is probably going to appreciate it more than I do ... although, to be honest, if we didn't have company I'd probably strip that off ya myself."

They laughed together as Hanna stepped out into the hallway, finding Kyle Peterson standing just inside the now closed front door. She smiled to him, crossed to stand near him -- noting that his eyes were almost glued to her pert nipples -- and greeted him warmly, "Kyle, it's good to see you."

He glanced up to Hanna's face as he said the same, but was having a difficult time not ogling her beautiful breasts. She asked, "Kyle, what color are my eyes?"

"Excuse me?" he said as he looked upwards again and found Hanna's eyes closed.
She repeated the question, and after a moment -- and on more glance at Hanna's chest -- said, "I ... I don't remember."

She opened her eyes again, letting him stare into the smaller set of beautiful orbs.
He said, "Brown."

"If you want to impress a girl and get her out of her panties," she said, stepping closer to him and fixing their stares at one another, "You have to be able to answer that question the first time she asks ... and without hesitation."

"Yes, ma'am," he said nervously, repeating for clarification that he did in fact now know, "Brown. Brown, beautiful brown."

Hanna laughed, then said, "It's wonderful to see you tonight, Kyle, but ... why are you here?"

The teenager looked past Hanna to Carmen -- who was in the kitchen drinking a beer and watching the happenings -- then looked down to his hands; one clenched fist was being held tightly by the curling fingers of the second hand. He opened them both, revealing a handful of bills in assorted denominations. Without looking up, he murmured, "I was just wondering..."

Hanna couldn't help but smile at the young man's nervousness about what he was doing and confidence in trying to get it done. He clarified, "It's $87 ... all I have until payday."

She smiled and even chuckled just a little bit. She asked in a soft tone, "Kyle, do you think $87 is enough for a night with me, like you had in your gramma's boarding house?"

He peeked up at her, then looked down, and after a moment simply said, "No ... I guess not."

"No," Hanna agreed, still speaking soft and kindly. She asked, "What do you think would be an appropriate ... service, Kyle ... for $87."

He hesitated a long moment, gripping the dollar bills so tightly that Hanna expected the Presidents on them to scream out in pain. "Maybe ... that, you know ... with your mouth..."

"A blow job?" Hanna said bluntly. She giggled at the young man's sudden and deep blush, and told him, "It's alright, Kyle. You can say it. Or you can just call it oral sex, though, you would have to specify whether you wanted to receive it or give it."

A moment of silence passed before Hanna asked, "Do you think $87 is enough for me to give you a blow job, Kyle?"

When he glanced up this time, Kyle's head jerked to the left as he realized that Carmen -- who had first wandered to Holly's room to inform her of their guest -- was walking up to him and Hanna. The younger blonde slipped her arm around the other one's waist and leaned in close to her as she studied the young man.

"What's going on, Hanna?" she asked, adding, "Looking good, Kyle. You've been working out. I've seen you running the beach and using the exercise park over at the jetty ... looking good."

"Kyle here is wondering whether $87 will get him some oral sex," Hanna said, not caring one way or the other whether or not Kyle had wanted the second woman to know the topic of conversation. "What do you think?"

"Giving or getting?" Carmen asked, reaching out to Kyle's hands and wriggling the cash out from his now sweaty fingers.

"Getting, I assume," Hanna answered as Carmen counted the money.

"There's only $72 here, Kyle," Carmen said with feigned concern. The young man quickly searched his pockets and came up with the missing ten and five, offering them out. Carmen took them, folded them all together, then again, then pushed aside the lapel of her button up shirt and stuck them inside the left cup of her bra. "I dunno. $87 dollars ... it isn't much."

"I can get more," Kyle said anxiously, his eyes taking in one set of eyes after another, one set of tits after another. "Payday's only--"

"Can you paint?" Carmen interrupted. Hanna interceded, explaining that the house's interior needed painting. Carmen took the lead again, telling Kyle, "I'll give you $15 per hour credit if you paint my room ... and--"

She looked up to Hanna. "What say I take responsibility for a third of the common area painting, too?"

Hanna agreed that sounded fair, then looked at the young man and said, "But I think he's worth eighteen an hour ... whaddaya think?"

Carmen pulled away a bit, looked back toward the hall leading to the bedrooms, and called out, "Holly! Would you give Kyle here $18 an hour credit to paint your room and your third of the house?"

Holly -- who had been informed earlier by Carmen that they had a male visitor who had already paid for sex with Hanna -- stepped out into the hallway in all of her majestic, nude splendor.

The other two women playfully elbowed each other as Kyle's jaw dropped wide. Behind them, Holly said, "Sure ... and I'd tip him another $20 if he made me orgasm, too."

She turned back to her room, and out in the living room Hanna said, "Okay, we'll take your $87 as a down payment, Kyle ... and you can start painting next Monday. No school, so, what ... 9am? Sharp? I'll have all the paint and supplies for you."

Hanna mentally added the items to her weekly shopping lift for Lou. She studied Kyle for a moment -- he looked like he was about to faint -- then asked playfully, "Are you alright, Kyle?"

After a moment, he hesitantly asked in barely more than a whisper, "So ... are ... are all of you ... all three of you ... you know ... for money?"

Hanna began to say, "You realize that if you were to speak a word of this to anyone--"

But Kyle cut her off with an anxious tone, "No, no! Never! I would never!"

He'd implied to his buddies days earlier, after his night in the boarding house with Hanna, that he'd finally lost his virginity, of course. But he hadn't said anything to them about with whom, let alone including the cost factor.

"Well, then, Kyle ... the only question now is ... which one of us would you like to take you to her room now?"

 

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Hanna stepped back giving him that hungry look that she took on when she wanted sex. She stepped back and slowly, but methodically unbuckled his belt. Pausing to kiss him. Then unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. As she leaned in again to kiss him she folded his mostly hard cock out of his boxers and held it softly.

“Hand job or blow job?” She asked seductively. Lou pondered her offer. He actually preferred a good hand job truth be told. But then up to a month ago he had never experienced such a talented cock sucker as Hanna Reed.

The hand job would also be much more practical in this situation. With the sun still high in the sky, there was not much cover about the wooden table where they met to talk. At least his pants would still be up and his shirt would help to cover things up in haste.

When Hanna licked her lips with her long tongue, Lou began to change his mind. When she leaned in and licked his lips, then taking his bottom lip firmly between her teeth as she again gave him her hungry eyed look he whimpered. “Please suck me Hanna. Please suck my cock.”

The beautiful girl did not require to be asked twice as she had steered his decision directly where she wanted it. Giving the area a quick look over to be sure, they were indeed, alone she squatted before him taking his pants to his ankles as she did. He stared down at her cleavage wanting to take her tits out to squeeze them.

Standing back up, she firmly took hold of his balls and led him back to sit atop the table as she took a place on the bench between his legs. Lou, with much concern looked left and right to make sure they were alone. Hanna gave his cock a playful little slap to get his attention.

She then swallowed his dick whole, as her lips bottomed out at his groin. She proceeded to bob up and down quickly and firmly sliding her mouth up and down the length of his shaft as her tongue curled around and teased the pee hole at it’s tops.

At the first sign of Lou loosing control she pulled off. His eyes now closed she took a moment to be sure all was clear and then she began to lick his dick like a lollipop. She ran her tongue continuously across the sensitive head until he was reduced to whimpering and begging.

“Please Hanna, please suck it. Suck it hard. Make me cum.” Hanna, easily had him at the point now where she could have him cummming when and where she pleased. Remembering a time not long
ago when she had him shooting his jazz all over himself and his clothes from the hand job she gave him at this very same picnic table.

Hanna went back to sucking his cock. Only this time she was slow and deliberate. She could feel on her tongue, the vein running the length of its upper region swelling and beginning to throb. She tickled his balls and began to hummmm, causing a vibration to rattle over his dick.

“Please, Hanna, pleeeeeasseee. Now! Make me cum now.” He begged and ordered his cock sucking whore to finish her job, her duty. Hanna pulled completely clear of his manhood.

“Pardon?” Came her one word question.

Lou looked up shocked and panicked at the removal of her warm mouth that had housed his full dick just seconds ago. The cold breeze catching his wet dick and making him shiver. “Please let me cum Hanna”. Lou restated his order as a request and she smiled to him and placed his dick back into her hot mouth. One more time she brought him to the quivering brink of exploding before pausing.

Lou’s whole body shook and he again pleaded. “No.....don’t. Don’t stop please Hanna, make me cum, let me cum.“. This time she did, she sucked on the head of his cock like a vacuum as he shot string after string of sperm against the top of her mouth. She didn’t miss a beat as she swallowed down every last drop while swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip and squeezing his balls until the very last drip was extracted from her lover/client.

Hanna helped the spent man from the tabletop. She again squatted and this time pulled his pants back up as she met him at the top with another deep long kiss with heh cum coated mouth. She told him she needed to run and left him to button, zip and buckle back up.

 

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Kyle lay back on the bed, splayed spread eagle and staring up at the ceiling in the afterglow of the greatest sexual experience of his life. Losing his virginity to Hanna had been amazing, no doubt about it. But what Holly had done to him after he'd chosen her to be the first recipient of his bedroom painting skills had simply been ... well ... mind blowing!

She'd started off with very slow, very steady, very sensual oral, and despite having only had sex once in his life -- with someone other than his hand, of course -- Holly had been able to monitor the pleasure building within him and push him to just short of his climax and hold him there for the longest time.

Later, when the three girls sat down on the back porch to watch the moonlight play upon the surf, Hanna and Holly would realize and laugh about the fact that they'd each played the same game with their Johns of the evening, driving them close to orgasm but making them wait for their happy ending.

"Look," Holly had whispered to Kyle when she'd finally decided he'd enjoyed -- or suffered? -- this plateau of joy long enough. "Look at me."

Holly had removed his cock from her mouth and begun stroking him hard and fast. The teen looked up just in time to see a stream of jizz shoot into the air above him like some cream filling oil well; the thick goo literally reached three feet in altitude before descending to splash upon his collar bone, with four or five more volleys hitting his chest and belly before the rest of his ejaculate simply ooze out in spurts all over Holly's hand.

"Look at me," she repeated a minute or so later.

Kyle had closed his eyes, enjoying the greatest height of ecstasy he would likely ever know in his life. When he once again put his eyes on her, Holly began licking up every drop of his jizz, swallowing it all as she looked him directly in the eyes. She spent a full three minutes on this task, licking her own fingers, his cock and balls, his belly, chest, and neck ... every where that he'd spewed the contents of his balls.

She'd been maneuvering her delicious body over his as she cleaned him up, and finally straddling his groin and rubbing her warm, wet folds up and down his still rock hard erection, she whispered, "I always wanted a greenhouse for vegetables ... but I don't know how to--"

"I'll build you one!" Kyle promised without Holly even finishing her suggestion. "I'll build you the best fucking greenhouse on the island ... in the world!"

Holly earned her greenhouse by not just fucking the teen wildly but by making sweet love to him as if they were soul mates, not just John and whore. And now, he just lay there staring upwards, in awe and disbelief of what a woman could do to a man. Holly returned from the kitchen with two cold bottles of water, plopping down on the bed still naked. Kyle couldn't keep his eyes off of her, even after having spent two hours in direct contact with that magnificent body.

"You need to rehydrate before you leave," Holly said softly, indicating without saying it outright that they were done and it was time for Kyle to go home. She asked him how he'd gotten here tonight, to which he said he'd walked. She kissed him softly and told him, "Use the back door. I'll walk you out and switch off the porch light. We don't want anyone seeing you leave a house with three older women in it, do we? You might get a reputation."

Kyle laughed, saying, "I wish!"

Holly kissed the teen again, rose to don a midthigh length sleeping shirt, and told him with a serious tone, "You understand that you can't talk about this, right? About you and me, you and Hanna ... about this house and--"

"Of course!" Kyle said, sitting up with an expression as serious at the woman's tone. "I would never. I ... you can't belief how incredible this is to me ... what you've done for me ... what Hanna has done for me. I've never felt so ... I don't know--"

"Manly?"

Kyle smiled, nodded his head, and repeated, "Manly."

He dressed and headed out, promising to come back during the daylight and set out a schedule for painting Holly's bedroom. She sent him off in the dark, down the path to the road and off to his home. She watched the surf for a long moment, lit by the moon that was now much lower on the horizon, and realized that she was a whore ... and damn good at it.

 

[LP1957]

After the mind blowing and body racking blow job Hanna gave him, as the sun was just beginning to lessen in the sky, Lou spent the rest of Thursday night and all of Friday counting the minutes for Saturday night. Hanna had pretty much skirted around the details with him of what exactly was going to happen or how.

She had mentioned her head in his lap while he were allowed to watch his wife Karen being pleasured and fucked by another man. That was the only detail he required to have for him sign on, and front the bill for the whole escapade.

He just hoped he would have enough resolve to not cry out, if and when he heard his wife doing the same at the receiving end of another man's cock.

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As much as Lou was looking forward to Saturday night, Karen's same feelings were multiplied. She knew some, if not all the pertinent details from her discussions with Hanna. She found herself wet, desiring, and in need for what she had thought was gone from her life at 52.

Of course she knew nothing of Lou's presence at the scene. Her focus was entirely on Byron. She didn't know, or was she even aware what the term meant, but she was a closet 'SIZE queen'. As crass as she found Howard, she still would find herself staring at the mans crotch in secret when she could sneak a peek.

He reminded her of Randy Quaid, in Christmas Vacation, where cousin Eddie was shopping with Clark and there was a clear pole in his pants as he tossed the 50 pound bag of dog food into the shopping cart. Howard had that same pole, and she knew (from stories) that his was not a movie prop.

Howard was prone to wear a speedo around any water. On the Isle of Jake, one was rarely not around water and Howard left little to any of the islands residents or visitors of what he had to offer.

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Byron had, the apparently, same anaconda inside his pants and she was ever so eager to see it, touch it, dare she say kiss it or have it inside of her.

While Lou's number of conquests before they married was small (5 in all) Hers was minute. (3) and of those, Lou's 5 inch less than thick penis was the best of the bunch. The fact he knew better how to use it on her then her prom date, (the boy who took her virginity) and her one college boyfriend, before Lou led her to believe that may well be all that sex had to offer.

She looked forward, counting the seconds to Lou's minutes, to finding out differently.

 

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(Note: I previously misspoke Hanna's age. It is included below accurately.)


"What are you laughing about, all alone in here with no one to laugh along with you?"

Hanna flinched at the unexpected inquiry. She leaned before the full length mirror to catch Holly's reflection in the glass; she wore a pair of blue, lacy boy shorts and a tight fitting tee shirt that had been cropped all the way up to just an two inches below her firm C-cups.

"I'm just thinking of what is becoming our out little island paradise," Hanna responded, ogling the younger woman's ever-pert nipples and way the cloth of the tee hung from them to create a bit of a canopy space beneath those incredible, gravity-defying tits. "We're turning the Isle of Jake into one big whore house, don't you think."

Holly laughed and entered the room, leaping onto the bed to sit there behind Hanna with her butt between her calves. "We're turning it into a whore house...? I think you mean you, Hanna baby."

Holly laughed, adding, "Carmen and I are more than willing ... excited and eager actually ... but, we could never-- we would never have done this, been able to do this without you. So... both the credit and blame go to you, sister."

Hanna studied the woman in the mirror a moment, then nodded her head. "Yeah ... the credit and blame are mine ... as will be the charges for solicitation if we ever get caught. You're sure Kyle is tight?"

Holly emitted a pffft sound between pursed lips, answering, "If his parents walked into my bedroom and caught him with his cock in my mouth, spurting, while he was counting out hundred dollar bills and stuffing them in the crack of my ass, he'd look them right in the eye and say I'm painting her room."

The two of them laughed together, which drew the attention and presence of Carmen, who'd been making coffee and now entered carrying three mugs of the steaming brew. The other two caught her up on what was so funny, and the three of them reflected on what had become of the Isle of Jake in that very short time since Hanna had first put the moves on Lou Burke.

"So ... what are your plans for the evening?" the 28 year old Hanna asked the pair of younger women. "Anyone making any money?"

The 25 year old Holly reminded them that Kyle was coming over to talk about paint swatches, which she said was not a euphemism for getting laid but was in reality their plan for the night. "He asked if we were going to repeat our scene from the other night. I told him I wanted him to save himself for me for a week or so ... no masturbating even. It's gonna kill him waiting, but it'll be worth it in the end."

"I'm going over to Howards," the 22 year old Carmen reminded the pair. She looked to Hanna, asking, "Are you sure you want to share him with me?"

"Of course," Hanna confirmed with a sincere tone. "You're helping me, actually ... helping all of us. I don't really have the time for him right now, but we need to keep him on the hook, less he goes looking for a girl friend or other warm, wet hole to keep him happy."

In reality, Hanna had decided that continuing her working relationship with Howard was contrary to her relationship with Lou. She would never tell these girls -- she wouldn't even tell Lou! -- but she was inextricably drawn to the man for reasons she couldn't explain. If it wasn't for her desperate need for financial compensation, she would be tempted to tell him he no longer needed to pay for her services.

But she couldn't do that. She couldn't afford not to do that, particularly since their original deal had changed in unexpected ways. They'd begun with the deal of twice a week sex for about $500 (retail) in goods and services. But that had expanded, and now Lou was providing Hanna, the house, and indirectly Carmen and Holly with additional cash, goods, and services that had easily doubled the original value of the deal.

No, Hanna would continue to charge Lou, one way or another, but at the same time she felt he was getting a lot more bang for his buck, too, so, it all worked out in the end. So long as Hanna could keep as much control of her heart as she had over Lou's cock.

With the three of them straight on who would be where, when, and with whom -- something that would prove to be very important in the days to come what with living and sometime working out of the same house -- the other two girls stood to let Hanna prepare for her afternoon with Karen. Holly stopped at the door, though, then closed it with her inside.

"What's on your mind, Holly?" Hanna asked, again looking at the beauty's reflection in the mirror.

Holly spoke of the ménage à trois encounter in the bathroom with Lou and Carmen, pointing out that he'd seemed to like it, even if he had had a bit of an ego-crush after ejaculating prematurely inside her ass.

"Are you wondering whether or not Lou would want to repeat that with the two of you?" Hanna inquired, continued, "Or are you wondering whether or not you need to ask for my permission first?"

"Yes and yes, but ... also..." Holly didn't finish her statement, and when Hanna asked her to do so, Holly said, "I'd like the next time to include you."

"Was there a problem sharing the date with Carmen?"

Holly chuckled, countering quickly, "No! Not at all. Lou enjoyed it ... enjoyed her."

Hanna studied the slightly younger girl a moment then asked bluntly, "But you didn't enjoy her ... Carmen, I mean."

After a quiet moment, Holly shrugged. "She's so young. I mean, that's great for the Johns that want to feel as though their bagging a teenager, and hell, with the right makeup, clothes, and chosen attitude, she can seen 16 in an instant."

After another quiet moment, Hanna anticipated, "But you would like to repeat this again with someone ... more mature."

Holly shrugged again, and Hanna asked, "Is this for your pleasure ... or for the client's?"

Holly didn't answer verbally or even with a shrug, but Hanna understood from where the young woman was coming. She knew that Holly's first experience with another woman had been that day in the shower with Carmen, and Hanna was beginning to understand that Holly wanted to experience the pleasure of another woman above and beyond the faux-fun of a feigned lesbian encounter under a cascading shower head.

"I'll arrange something with Lou," Hanna reassured Holly, crossing toward her with a friendly smile. "I'm sure he'd love to--"

"Actually...!" Holly cut in. When Hanna was close to her, she explained, "I know a man on the island ... who would like to be with me and another woman ... and I thought ... maybe..."

They talked about this man for a moment and decided it would be in their interest to meet with him for coffee ... and maybe more. Hanna stepped closer to Holly, until their breasts were practically touching, and reached out to pull a strand of hair from her face in an intimate way. "Are you wanting to do this for the financial gain, Holly? Or ... is there something more happening here?"

After a moment, Holly said, "I should let you get back to your prissying up for Karen."

They hugged, and Holly surprised Hanna by giving her a quick but soft kiss on the lips before hurrying out the reopened door. Hanna was left perplexed, but like the other woman had said, she had things to do before she could begin.

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"Come in, Miss Burke," Carmen said as she pulled the door open and gestured Lou's wife inside. "Hanna isn't here at the moment, but I'm sure she'll be back soon. Come in, take a seat. Can I get you something to drink ... water, coffee, Jack?"

Carmen winked at her quick comical jump from caffeine to alcohol. "I'm just on my way out, to go meet a Bridge Club I just recently joined. Bridge, what a game, huh? I heard you play. You'll have to give me some lessons some day."

As she'd been talking, Carmen had been hurrying around the home's living room gathering her things like a bee flying from flower to flower gathering nectar. She knew, of course, that Karen wasn't here to meet with Hanna; after all, Hanna was hidden deeper in the house, and there was a biker cowboy in the large house's fourth bedroom, which had been recently painted -- thank you, Kyle -- and redecorated to serve at the work room for any of the three women who needed it.

"I'm out of here, Karen, but you just make yourself comfortable and I'm sure Hanna will be along any moment," Carmen said as she headed out the door. "Night ... and have fun."

The front door slammed shut, Carmen's heels could be heard clicking off the porch, down the steps, and across the concrete out of hearing range. The living room was silent for a long moment...

Then Karen caught sight of movement and turned to find Byron standing in the hallway that led to the bedrooms. He was almost unrecognizable, no longer wearing his biker leather and cowboy hat; he was in a blue sports coat with beige slacks and his weeks worth of facial growth had been shaved day before yesterday and now offered a sexy but shorter bit of stubble about his chin and cheeks.

"Hello, Karen," he said with a friendly smile as he crossed the room to her. He offered his hand out for what he hoped would be an intimate haircut, saying, "It's nice to see you again. I'm sorry Hanna wasn't here to greet you, but she was called away."

He could tell from her expression that Karen was either simply surprised by the change in his appearance or disappointed in it. He would wait for her to speak on the issue one way or another, asking, "Can I pour you a glass of wine? We have white and red, but--" laughing "-- I have to admit, I'm not a connoisseur, so ... that's the best description I can give."

 

[LP1957]

{"Come in, Miss Burke,"} Carmen greeting Karen with a friendly smile. Karen had been nervous waiting the few seconds it took for the door to be answered. She got more nervous that the cute coffee girl knew something about this. She did not want to be seen here.

"Mrs. Burke, Please." she corrected the young girl. Despite her plans, she did relish being the wife of one of the most prominent men on the island. Carmen politely unshed her in, to what was now considered the sitting room. (a viewing room for Johns & Joans to choose their delight for the evening.)

{Can I get you something to drink ... water, coffee, Jack?"} Karen hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Coffee, please. I'm not much of a drinker." She felt herself visibly shaking a little from her nerves and was aware Carmen saw the same. "Best make it the Jack, just a shot though." She corrected her order, wondering if there would be a running and itemized tab at the end of the day.

Carmen proceeded to explain that she was off to play bridge. Karen blushed as she realized there was more than a good possibility that the cute young girl would be sitting in her seat at the card table. Karen having bailed out to her friends and leaving an empty chair. (of course she wouldn't really be playing cards and the only seat she would be occupying tonight was Howard's lap.)

Carmen said her goodbyes and Karen was relieved to be alone. She was still nervous of this whole encounter as she gulped down the shot and wished she had opted for a tumbler. She was only alone for a moment before Byron made his entry, sans biker/cowboy garb, into the sitting room.

Dressed in button down pale blue shirt, navy blue sports coat and tight beige pants that accentuated the main reason that Karen had agreed to talk with him. {"Hello, Karen,"} Byron greeted her and just those two simple words seemed to melt her resolve.

{"It's nice to see you again. I'm sorry Hanna wasn't here to greet you, but she was called away."} Her first brief thought was to where Hanna was? And where was her husband? She looked Byron up and down, taking in his change in appearance. She was definitely a fan of the closer shaved face. She missed the cowboy hat, but felt this look was much more appropriate for the evening. Still, if he looked like this when they first met there was a distinct possibility that tonight would not be taking place.

{"Can I pour you a glass of wine? We have white and red....."} he went on about his lack of knowledge on the topic, but she wasn't here to be impressed by his style or his knowledge.

"Red please." she replied, knowing with that glass she would be past her normal limit.

 

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"Red please," Karen responded to the inquiry about a second visit with alcohol.

Byron nodded his agreement, told her he'd have the same, and gestured her to get comfortable on the couch while he fetched the wine. He returned, offered Karen her glass, sipped from his -- as his gaze washed over her -- and then sat on the couch near enough to her that a gnat likely couldn't have passed between their knees without breaking a wing.

"I was so very glad to hear from Hanna that you would be stopping by today," he said in a tone that was one part friendly, one part flirty. He sipped again, his eyes set upon Karen's, then said, "She tells me, Karen I mean ... that you have been experiencing some stress in your life that, perhaps ... I could help you with."

Without trying to sound like a snob, he listed his academic accomplishments, including his degrees ranging from Bachelors to Masters to PhD; his four years of volunteer work with children traumatized by the loss of family members, and -- more recently -- his work with the Right Brothers Motorcycle Club, which had been responding to the great need in many communities due to the aftermath of the winter's many horrific storms.

"I provide confidential counseling, as I believe Hanna explained," he went on, being sure to emphasize the word confidential, "of a mental, spiritual ... or physical nature. I want you to know and understand, Karen ... this is a safe place ... you are safe with me ... and anything you require of me ... again, mental ... or physical ... I am at your service and what takes place between us stays between us."

He looked and gestured around the house, then looked back to Karen and said suggestively, "The house is ours for as long as you need my attention ... an hour ... two ... the full evening. And ... if you feel you would feel more comfortable in a more private setting ... I have a room in the back of the house to which we could take our drinks ... sit in a couple of comfortable chairs ... maybe put on some soft music ... light some soothing aroma therapy candles."

He wasn't sounding at all like the biker cowboy who had flirted with her that first day they'd met here when Karen brought by a house warming pie. He wondered of which version of himself she yearned more and then, with a flirty smile, offered, "And if, by chance, you were more comfortable with me in my other wardrobe ... it's in the back room and I would be happy to change into it if you would like."

 

[LP1957]

Byron brought her wine, looking her up and down as she had done to him when he first entered the room. He then sat so close to her on the sofa that she could feel the body heat radiating from him.

{"I was so very glad to hear from Hanna that you would be stopping by today,"} he said, his voice soft, tender and reeking of sexuality. {“She tells me, Karen I mean ... that you have been experiencing some stress in your life that, perhaps ... I could help you with."}

Karen again felt nervous and took a long sip of her wine. As easily as she had talked and flirted with Byron just days before, she knew tonight’s meeting had far many more possibilities. “Yes, I did confide that in her Byron, well, knowing she would relate this to you of course.” She sipped again at the wine.

Byron rattled off a list of degrees and accomplishments that she neither fully believed or cared about. She knew the reason she was here. The reason her fingers and ‘Buzz’ had been working overtime of late.

{"I provide confidential counseling, as I believe Hanna explained,"} This was more along the lines of what she wanted to hear. What might bring about some change in her life that seemed to be spiraling in the wrong direction.

{"of a mental, spiritual ... or physical nature. I want you to know and understand, Karen ... this is a safe place ... you are safe with me ... and anything you require of me ... again, mental ... or physical ... I am at your service and what takes place between us stays between us."} This made her body shiver as they were now getting down to the nitty gritty.

Byron explained that the house was theirs for the night. That they could stay where they were or go to a back bedroom to be more comfortable. “Please, let’s go to another room.” Of course Karen knew what the ultimate goal of the night was. She wasn’t sure as yet if she could go through with it. She also knew that three other people lived here and she didn’t want any of them hearing their intimate conversation, let alone any other intimate sounds that might come about.

“Please lead the way.” She instructed mostly to get a better view of his firm ass in the dress pants. Entering the room Karen noticed the changes in decorating and the fresh coat of paint that still lingered just lightly. She saw the four poster bed, sitting area, the other furnishings and a large tapestry on the wall. The tapestry looked too large and out of place in the room and she vowed to give Hanna some tips on it when they met up again. Perhaps to settle her bill?

She chose to sit on the sofa so they could be close once more. {“And if, by chance, you were more comfortable with me in my other wardrobe ... it's in the back room and I would be happy to change into it if you would like."} she realized he was still talking and smiled at him.

“The outfit is fine, though maybe a bit too confining.” She flirted with him. “It would be much nicer to see you more relaxed though. Like when we met.” She refereed to the witty banter and sexual innuendos that were passed back and forth that day. The wine was helping as she tried to ease them both into the direction she hoped for tonight.

 

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“Please lead the way.”

Byron was, of course, very happy to hear Karen request to go to what Hanna had decided would be called the Guest Room. She said it sounded so ordinary when it came to describing the rooms of a home, and if one of them accidentally spoke the words Guest Room out in public, no one would think twice that it might me the fuck and suck room.

Originally, the Guest Room was to be Hanna's room; she'd even moved her stuff into it that first night, in fact. But after some discussion with the other girls about the need for them each to have their own private space and yet have an appropriate location to service clients when needed, it was decided to make this largest of the rooms the, yes, fuck and suck room and the three not-too-much-smaller rooms the private bedrooms of the three.

This hallway down which Byron led Karen passed the doors to Hanna's room and two other rooms which would ultimately become the library and the exercise room. Carmen and Holly's rooms were off a hall on the opposite side of the living room, parlor, foyer, or whatever someone wanted to call it; they each had their own favorite, but they typically went with what ever the current client thought fit.

Kyle, Holly, and Carmen had each played a part in renovating the Guest Room, and Hanna -- who'd been busy setting up for today -- had been thoroughly impressed when she returned to see it.

There was, of course, a bed. It was a superking mattress set in a solid oak four poster frame with a lacy canopy of three coordinated purple hues. Hanna had found in the store room of Maxine's boarding house, still in it original, humidity-resistant packaging.

A sitting area with a stylish, antique couch and four arm chairs encircling a glass and oak coffee table was organized atop a Persian rug in the adjacent corner of the room.

The French style doors, which had been re-varnished and unfortunately were still a bit tacky, looked out upon a deck that was still in need of painting and some repairs. But the view from it was spectacular and made up for the wear and tear: from the deck to the left, you could see the waves running in and out upon the sands of the north beach just two hundred yards past a residential lot that Hanna had been overjoyed to learn was not suitable for development because of a soft underbelly; to the right -- less than 50 yards distance -- was the rocky shoreline of the island's northeast corner, and every so often the source of the never ending sounds from that direction revealed themselves as huge waves shot vertically into the air off the ten foot high rocky cliff.

For comfort and ambience, flames were gently crackling in the fireplace; a small wet bar on one wall offered a bottle of champagne on ice; and candles burned in antique candelabra scattered about the room. Art on the walls and two sculptures atop pedestals added a sense of style and attempted to take the attention off the tapestry on the wall to the right side of the big bed ... behind which a very naked Lou sat in a chair, with Hanna -- in the pearl panty set he'd given her -- standing directly behind him, gently caressing the man's neck, chest, and shoulders.

The room in which they were hidden had been the walk in closet of the largest of bedrooms. The two doors, which had swung outward originally, had been removed and a portion of the space closed in until only a small viewing area -- 2 foot wide by 4 foot tall and two feet off the floor -- remained. From here, with the thin-fabric tapestry before it, pulled and secured tightly to the wall and no light within it, the little former closet was the perfect place for Lou to sit and watch his wife get fucked to ecstasy by another man.

“It would be much nicer to see you more relaxed though," Karen told Byron after she'd stood right in front of the tapestry for a moment, examining it's gaudiness or simple lack of style and making Hanna fear that the gig was already up. She added, “Like when we met.”

"I would, too, Karen," Byron said. "I don't dress like this often. It is a bit ... restrictive."

He set his wine glass on the table before Karen and crossed to the room's fourth portal. Opening it, he revealed a small closet; Karen couldn't know that, but it was actually the back third of the walk-in closet of Hanna's room, and by simply punching a door through the wall and cutting the space with a simple wall, they'd made up for the lack of closet space. He removed his other clothes -- brought with him in the case that Karen liked the other look, and brought them over to lay them on the bed.

Then ... turning to face the distantly sitting Karen ... Byron began slowly and somewhat seductively removing his clothes: the jacket came off, he stepped out of the shoes, and one by one his intention -- unless something stopped him -- was to ultimately but unhurriedly be standing next to the bed as naked as Holly had presented herself to Kyle two days earlier.

 

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As Karen, his wife walked about the room studying the new furnishings before she would settle down on the sofa Lou watched wide eyed. Karen walked within a foot of the large thin tapestry which was the only thing that kept them apart. He held his breath and his naked body trembled.

Afraid that he might be heard, or seen. Hanna had well thought out this system. It basically had the same effect as a two way mirror. The darkness of where Lou sat would not allow those in the room to see in. The light of the room itself having the opposite result. It had been tested and tested again with all levels of light from both sides.

The room had been soundproofed, less the small square opening which allowed viewing angles of 85% of the bedroom. There was a thin plate of glass over that to further keep the sound from entering the room. A good scream would still make it's way, but Lou had been warned that if he got to loud there were measures to keep him quite. An ominous ball-gag hanging on the side wall was one. Hanna, in just her pearl panties and bra was rubbing Lou's shoulders with her strong hands as she pressed her groin to his back and was running the pearls up and down it's surface. (would she be the one guilty of screaming out?)

Karen made her way to the sofa and sat down again. Leaving, not a lot of room for Byron to sit anywhere but as close as he had been to her in the sitting room. She already decided she liked him close. She also liked him relaxed and told him so much.

Getting more than she bargained for when she told him he was overdressed. {"I would, too, Karen, I don't dress like this often. It is a bit ... restrictive."} he replied to her request that he get comfortable. He opened a hidden closet which held his outfits. She giggled at little seeing his leather biker jacket, his cowboy duds, work clothes and other outfits. "Where's the police uniform and Indian headgear?" she quipped in obvious reference to the song and video of YMCA.

She saw it take a second to register with him. Perhaps his young age. Hell she had a daughter that might well be his very age give or take a year or two. "I didn't mean for you to change, maybe just take off your jacket and stay a while?" She giggled and he did indeed remove the dinner coat.

He than kicked off his shoes and very slowly unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Her eyes did not, and could not, divert from his muscular, chiseled chest as he folded the shirt and set in on one of the overstuffed chairs.

Byron wasn't wearing a belt. She nearly knocked over her wine glass when his large, strong hands reached to his pants and unbuttoned them. "Please!!." She nearly shouted as the next progression would surly have him lowering his zipper. Karen patted the sofa next to her, beckoning him to sit with her. "Too comfy, too fast." she smiled. "I'm not sure I'm quite ready for that." Her face was flushed and her breaths more shallow.

As were Lou's in the closet. He was as excited at seeing Byron's large cock as Karen seemed to be. He even let out a little moan behind the wall as Karen put up the stop sign. Or at least the yellow caution.

 

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Hanna leaned over Lou's right shoulder with the intent of kissing him on the cheek. Her primary goal, though, was to check his expression as Byron was shedding his shirt and reaching for the button on the front of his slacks. The soon-to-be-cuckolded husband's eyes were open wide and his mouth was open a bit, though, in all honesty Hanna doubted that Lou ever realized that.

When he lips touched his cheek, Lou flinched a bit and wet his drying lips with his tongue; he looked into Hanna's eyes but only for a quick moment before turning back to the other room at the sound of his wife pleading, "Please! Too comfy, too fast."

Hanna looked first to Karen, then to Byron, who released his hold on his pants button as the woman admitted, "I'm not sure I'm quite ready for that."

"Of course," Byron said, picking his shirt up from the bed. He didn't don it, though, instead carrying it with him as he walked slowly back to the spot on the couch which Karen indicated with a soft pat. He sat next to her with the shirt in his lap, asking softly, "Would you be more comfortable if I put this on?"

Hanna hoped Karen would say no as she herself loved looking upon this beautiful man's body. Byron was the kind of man every woman drooled over when at the beach or pool, and the first time she'd seen him down at the beach she'd very nearly walked up to him and told him Let's fuck, let's fuck right now. But she'd never been one to fall for just a pretty face or a perfect body; she might be taking money to let other's use her body but she herself had never used a man's body -- or even a woman's -- unless it had come with a brain and personality that was even better.

Byron was a good guy; he was intelligent -- he actually did have a PhD -- and he was charismatic and he had a sense of humor that had made the trio of girls laugh until they were crying the other night when they got together for a couple of bottles of wine and three very nice joints that they'd finished off before devouring a full cake, more of a sheet of brownies, and every chip in the house.

But ... well, there was just something missing in his personality that, while she couldn't place, cautioned Hanna from ever wanting to have anything more personal with him other than a fuck for fuck's sake. And now that she was essentially his boss, that fuck for fuck's sake would have to come in the way of training him or sharing him with a paying customer.

"Do you want me to put my shirt back on, too, Lou?" Hanna whispered up close to his ear as she urged one of his hands up and inside her bra to cup and grope a firm tit. She observed him for a response -- or lack thereof -- then told him, "I am yours to command, Lou. Watch your wife ... watch her with Byron ... watch her with the beautiful man ... then ... tell me what I can do for you to make this an experience you will want to repeat again and again."

She didn't reach down for his cock, which was standing at a 45 degree angle, pointing at the glass and the tapestry and, beyond them, his wife and her soon-to-be-lover. And she wouldn't; this was Lou's time for direction, and Hanna would leave all movement's to his instructions, even if he begged her to simply do as she pleased.

 

[LP1957]

Lou sat wide eyed as piece by piece Byron was removing his clothes not two feet from where his wife sat in a chair watching him. Lou jumped as Hanna pressed her lips to his cheek, just as Byron reached to undo his pants.

Lou’s cock flinched as Karen shut him down just before he could lower his zipper and give both the married couple the first view of his well endowed manhood. Byron, heeding Karen’s request for him to ‘slow down’ picked his shirt back up and sat beside her with it on his lap.

{“Would you be more comfortable if I put this back on?”} he asked her.

Emboldened by the full glass of wine she had just finished off and the shot of JD prior, Karen grabbed the shirt, crumpled it up and tossed it on the floor. “Don’t you dare!” She chastised the young man at the thought of doing so.

Hanna whispered into Lou’s ear. {“Do you want me to put my shirt back on too, Lou? “}.

“Noooooo take it off.” Lou moaned. Hanna seemed no more than a distraction to him at the moment as his words were clearly meant for the unhearing ears of Byron. Hanna even steered one of Lou’s hands inside her bra to cup her bare tit. He did hold it, even gave it a little squeeze before becoming engulfed again on the action on the other side of the tapestry.

Despite Hanna giving him her best whore speech that she would do whatever he pleased, she had lost him for the time being at least to the show in the other room.

Karen waved her empty glass to Byron and when he turned his back to her, she whistled at his tight ass and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse.