Chapter 28: A New House

My Heillizdt producer, Gigziks, brought up the idea of me moving into a larger house. This was because I had so many followers on Earth 19. My apartment had become too small.

I asked Gigziks, “Do you have a place in mind?”

She said, “This is not the Gigziks show; it’s the Bill Morgan show. You need to do this for the Entertainment value.”

I said, “I figured you might have something up your sleeve already; it saves us both time by asking.”

She said, “No, ask your buddy Amiyah Davis. She does real estate. Whatever you decide on, we will upgrade it for you. That’s part of the process, all part of the show. Our designers and ship’s workers get to participate, too, after you pick the house.”

Gigziks left on that note. So, at loose ends, I ported home. It was still early, although it seemed I’d had a 48-hour day. I drew a hot bath, got a glass of Heillizdt liqueur, and eased myself into the tub. I turned the pump on and settled in half asleep. I was dozing when Pippa and Paloma slid in beside me.

They got me to bed, and I got a light rub-down from the two of them. I slept until 6 the next morning. I got out, put on shorts, and made a coffee. After finishing it, I left for my mountain retreat.

I did a short workout with Michizoe, and I swam easy laps in the lap pool to cool down. I took it easy on the workout. I wasn’t being lazy; I was just pooped out.

I got back to the apartment and decided I needed a walk. Hell, I could have done that better at the dojo. It’s very pretty up there in the Western Virginia mountains.

I put on another kilt outfit to walk around town. I enjoyed walking about with my man parts dangling down. After my walk, I ended up at Hannah’s restaurant.

As I hoped, Amiyah Davis was holding court in her spot. She saw me enter and motioned me over. As I sat down, I saw the Exos had continued their work on her. I hadn’t seen her up close in several days; the woman was looking lovely and almost youthful.

She asked how it was doing, and I told her a little about learning the tobacco business. I casually mentioned I was looking for a bigger home.

Amiyah asked, “How big of a place are you looking for?”

I said, “Pretty darn big. Are any large homes available right now?”

The waitress had arrived, so I ordered breakfast.

Then Amiyah and I discussed at length exactly what I wanted and needed. I really didn’t care all that much, except I didn’t want to screw around a lot, and I didn’t want to do this ever again. I needed room for 5 women at the moment. Pippa, Paloma, Rose, and maybe Murial and Michizoe too. Nylah?

‘Hmmm... ‘ I also thought about Viviana Frazinni; she has those big warm tits. I might add her to my women. I could lay on the couch with a book, resting my head on Vivianna’s big soft titties. Tittie pillows?

With that many people, I may need more room than I thought. I would likely add a few servants later.

We finished breakfast and our discussion of my needs. I escorted Amiyah back to her business. On the way walking with her, I had Ox make the most recent nipple update for conks to Amiyah. Particularly I had him make the nipples to clit modification. He knew if we even saw Mariam, he was to modify her tits to clit mod as well.

Amiyah let Mariam know we were in and closed the office door. Amiyah was instantly all over me. There is nothing like a needy middle-aged woman. She has no inhibitions and the sexual drive of a randy teenager. Without any artifice, there is no doubt she wants me to fuck her.

We did some serious making out before she moved us to the other room. We put the blanket on the desk, and we both stripped ourselves down to our stockings.

Amiyah placed me at her slit, and I eased inside her. She’s tight now. I was leaning over kissing her when Mariam came in.

Mariam got behind me, making me nervous as I slowly fucked Amiyah. She started to gently fondle my balls, which was rather nice. Mariam gently cradled them and moved her hand delicately around them. She has very talented fingers and hands.

WHAT THE FFuu...!

I felt Mariam’s tongue licking my butt hole! That was an entirely new experience. I felt the need suddenly coming on. I latched onto Amiyah’s swollen nipples and tweaked them gently a couple of times to get her to catch up.

Her cunt went demented as she tried to crush my cock. She bumped Mariam’s head with her feet as she tried to pull me in deeper. I put all my weight heavily on her pudenda as she churned through a chain of back-to-back orgasms.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck ... Big Cock ‘n’ me, AHHhh ... unhhhhhhh, unh, unh ... Bill, ssooo dam gooood...”

I stayed there with her churning my cock. Holding - holding at the brink of my own cum. It was excruciating to hold back. Maybe it was Mariam’s tongue at my butt-hole that threw me, I don’t know.

I know I sure liked fucking the new Amiyah; I liked her and respected her mind and experience. I adored her new body and face. I slid out, and the two women swapped positions.

It took two strokes to bottom out in Mariam’s cunt, but I was soon all the way up inside her. My glans popped through her cervix on each stroke. I was glad when Amiyah came around front and started kissing me as I worked on Mariam.

I told her to grab Mariam’s nipples and play with them lightly.

“AHHHHHH!!”

Amiyah had grabbed the nipples, and Mariam humped up at me hard, so hard I’m sure she bruised my pelvis.

“WHHAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa, no, no, don’t, you mustn’t, no ... UHHHHHHHhhhhhh ... fhhuuugggg...”

I grunted loudly as I cum deep inside Mariam, letting her seething insides suck my balls dry.

The ass-licking was very nice, but it had taken my concentration away from fucking Amiyah.

I may have to get used to that. I looked down at Miriam as I came to a halt. She looks like a very nice woman now; on a scale of one to ten, she went from a 1 to a 7. My Exos had done quite a job healing her and filling in what had been a bag of bones when I first met her.

I picked up Mariam and sat on a chair with her legs over the top of mine, my hard cock still all the way up inside her.

“Amiyah, reach around her and gently tickle her nipples.”

Mariam went directly into another orgasm. This time, she was as energetic and every bit as good. She bounced hard on me, having two more back-to-back climaxes’.

Mariam asked, “Can we stop? I’m getting tired, and I feel sleepy.”

We sat there naked from the knees up. Mariam is still on my lap. Amiyah changed places with her and just sighed with me deep up inside of her. I kept myself hard for Amiyah.

I said, “Amiyah, you have my baby brother inside of you. Did you have sex with my Dad?” I smiled so she would know I was happy for her.”

Amiyah looked at me and broke out in tears, “You know I did, and with me at my age?”

I said, “Hon, with your clothes off, you look to be in your early twenties. You know we both helped heal you. You will be fine, and so will my little brother.”

Amiyah asked, “There’s something new about the nipples...?”

I said, “Yes, it’s a more advanced form of homeopathic healing. A gift to my two woman friends. I know you two are close. Now, you don’t have to have a man. You can even do it while alone; touch your nipples, and you will feel great joy.”

Amiyah touched her nipple and trembled. “Oh my.”

Mariam came over and hugged herself to us.

Mariam said, “That is a nice present.”

After a few minutes, we cleaned up, and Amiyah took me to look at homes to buy. The first house she showed me takes up an entire city block. It’s a rather large block at the wealthy end of town.

The house is on Scotland Avenue overlooking the James River at the Northwest end of the avenue. The river takes a little turn here, meaning it is surrounded by rivers on two sides. Nobody can build beyond me.

The house itself was constructed from quarried gray stone and stands three stories tall. It is very impressive and looks well-built.

You can tell the houses on the other two sides are all owned by wealthy people. It’s obviously an exclusive area. The size of the houses and their level of maintenance speak volumes.

William and Mary Town are situated in this reality just northwest of where Jamestown is on my own Earth 23. This area has a river view, but it is further from the waterfront and the sordid, rough activities that take place there. The view here extends right to the river, with no buildings or obstructions ruining the view.

The house’s surrounding grounds are a big, lush English Garden. It features small trees, mid-size bushes, and numerous low flower bushes.

Amiyah escorted me up to the door and pulled a cord. I heard a bell ring. A few minutes later, a woman answered.

“Yes ... Oh, it’s you, Mrs. Davis. You brought someone to show the house to?”

“Good morning Johana, This is Mr. William Morgan Esquire, the Marquis of Marlboro. He needs a larger house.”

Johana has an odd accent that sounds oddly familiar.

She said, “Come in, come in; this certainly could be called a large house. I am the cook and senior servant, Mr. Morgan. I am the only one here today. My daughters are off today. Seeing that we were not being paid and there was nobody here to worry over, I let them have the day off. Let me show you the house.”

The first floor has 4500 square feet of living space. The outside walls are 68 feet deep by 66 wide. The room that spans the front of the house is styled as a long, covered porch. That is an oddity, as the porch may go all the way around the house.

There’s plenty enough furniture to sit on this inner sitting room to look out of the windows. It provides an excellent view down the hill and part of the river. I imagine this is a great place in winter when there is snow.

Continuing the inspection, there is a hallway with an office and a den on each side. Then you pass into a very large sitting room. It is full of comfortable living room furniture. It’s a giant living room, even to me.

Off to the right is a large formal dining room with a single large chandelier. To the left of that is a doorway that opens into a large kitchen and pantry. Behind the kitchen were two more rooms, a smaller, more intimate dining room, and another nook to sit and read. The nook looks out over the backyard.

In the living room, across from the front door, is a stairway that goes up and ends at a closed door. Another stairway goes down to the basement.

This did not include the actual covered porch outside. I was right; there is a 12-foot-wide porch that goes all the way around the house.

She walked us out back and around the porch. There were sets of steps here and there leading off into the garden. Off to the side are two buildings. Johana said one building was for the groundskeeper. The other was a shed that held the gardening tools and supplies.

Johana took us through the living room and up the stairway to the second floor. The second-floor stairs end at a door. Opening the door reveals a hallway that circles all the way around the second floor. It has suites on both sides of the hallway.

The largest room is the master suite. It is a corner suite that looks out over the river on two sides.

At the back end of the house, Johana opened a door. It revealed a skinny stairway that continued up to the third floor. She said it also comes out downstairs in the pantry. This is the servant’s stairway. There are 8 small bedrooms with two bathrooms on the top floor and 7 large suites on the second, plus mine. The top floor is smaller than the second floor. It’s all furnished with wonderful hardwood furniture featuring thick cushions and comfortable beds.

I did not go upstairs to the servant’s area.

There is a basement with a laundry area near the stairs. A second stairway goes down from what looks like a closet door.

Other than a few shelves, most of the basement is very empty.

We went back up the stairs. I didn’t know much about antique furniture; I could not identify the pieces to save my life. How would I know? I knew none of that. My excuse is I was born in modern Florida. This furniture is well-padded with fine wood finishes and plush upholstery.

I do approve of Johana’s little maid outfit. The skirt part comes halfway down her thighs, displaying her long, lovely legs. Johana is tall for a woman. Her skirt is black, and her kinky sheer black silk hose disappears up into the darkness under her skirt. I wish I could see under that skirt. It’s short, but it’s all very dark under there. Black panties, perhaps?

She has a black half-apron that ties around her white blouse. The blouse has black buttons. She has a small black cap on top of her head.

Johana has quite long, lovely legs. She must be at least 5’ 9” tall. Her height and her odd accent both began to tickle my brain. Where is she from?

Amiyah and I moved into the den. I sat down to discuss the house.

I asked, “Why is the house so empty of owners?”

She said, “Commodore Donald Laughton owned a shipping business. Six months back, he had a ship that foundered on a reef. That hurt him bad financially.”

“Soon after that, he got word another of his ships was captured by pirates southwest of Malaysia. There is a dangerous pirate zone there. When his cash ran out weeks later, so did his wife.

She said, “He took his own life soon after that. He did have the decency to do it out back in the garden, so the house stayed nice. The help has been unpaid for weeks. The bank cut them off.”

I said, “That bank again? We’ll bring them up to date on their pay. Tell me about the other help.”

Amiyah said, “I think the gardener has left. I have not seen him lately. There are two maids. Galya is 19 and Izabella is 16. They are Johana’s daughters. They are every bit as tall and leggy as their mum; their legs look even longer because they are younger.”

I grinned.

Amiyah laughed and said, “I saw you trying to get a peek under that little skirt. I’m sure it will be a happy day for you when you get a better peek. You do need to talk to them about pay and victuals and the like.”

Amiyah said, “As far as the house is concerned, Laughton only had one-quarter of it mortgaged. That was solely to cover his ships. The insurance company is who really screwed him. They held onto his payout for the ship’s wreck. Then, they waited for official word on the piracy for the second ship. That meant the bank foreclosed on Laughton immediately.”

I said, “What bank foreclosed?”

She grinned broadly, “Why yours, of course. You own the only bank in town. After the bank robbery in Petersburg, your father took no chances. He came here and persuaded the board to sell this bank to him. He said he would open a bank across the street and give money away until they went under. He bought it out.”

Amaya said, “Your father knew he had the bank over a barrel. There are almost no laws about banking here. He has a higher connection with the government, being a Duke. That bank had a very bad reputation. It was hurting too many people.”

“Business is business, as they say. All is fair in Love, War, and particularly in Business. So your father bought it.”

I said, “So tell me, I write a check using my money in my new bank. Then I own this big, beautiful house with all the furnishings, and the money goes right back into my bank. It becomes essentially my money to do whatever I want to with it again.”

She grinned, “Don’t you just love business?”

I said, “I must have to pay somebody something for the house?”

She said, “Oh, I get 2 percent of the total purchase price. I represent both the seller and the buyer in this case. The seller is, chuckle, your bank.”

She went on, “I’ll handle all the paperwork for you, and I’ll get it registered in your name. There is a small transfer fee charged by the town for this. If you no longer need me, I have some administrative work to attend to. A wealthy client just bought his dream house. I need to go shuffle papers.”

I stood up, and she hugged me; I pulled her into me by her firm bum. I do like Amiyah. We hugged for a while as I groped her bum appreciatively.