Grandpa's Pet:

(A note for readers: Grandpa isn't a nice person; he wasn't meant to be. I may write a story with a nice grandfather, but do remember that this is a STORY, and that the characters are not real.)

Jenny did model the outfits for her mom. Well the three from the mall, anyway. Her mom complimented her on her taste and then headed to her room for a nap.

"Time to model for me, pet," her grandfather said as soon as her mom was in her bedroom. "Put on the red one."

Jenny had hoped for some time for herself, some time to enjoy her new clothes, but she knew she had to do what grandpa wanted. "OK," she said reluctantly.

"And strut like you're on the catwalk when you come out," he said as his pet went to her bedroom.

Jenny came out strutting as best she could, shifting her hips from side to side like a fashion model, and swinging the peignoir open to show the lace panties, bra, and garter belt she wore.

"Nice," grandpa said, "now turn around a few times, and then slide the gown off your shoulders for me."

Jenny complied, and grandpa began again. "Now bend over towards me so I can see how your tits hang in the cups."

"Very sweet," he said, whistling obscenely through his teeth, "now shake them."

His pet did as she was ordered, but she felt humiliated, like she was some kind of slut who had to... "I guess that's what I am anyway," she thought to herself.

"Come here, pet," he ordered, and she started to stand upright.

"No, stay bent over, just shuffle your way to my chair."

Jenny shuffled, realizing he wanted her breasts to continue to jiggle as she went to him. She stopped at his knees and stayed bent.

"Hands behind your back, girl," he said, "let's see how hard your mouth can get me by itself."

She took a deep breath of resignation and brought her lips to the tip of his flaccid cock. How was she to get it in her mouth if it was just lying there, she wondered. She kissed it a few times, and then began to lick it. It perked up a bit with each stroke of her tongue, and when she could get the head between her lips, she sucked it into her mouth.

She sucked hard, and the old man's cock stiffened more and more.

"That's a good girl," he said patting her head as her lips slid up and down his shaft.

He was as stiff as a teenager now, and he ordered her to stand up and turn around.

"Pull your panties to the side and slide onto my dick, pet," he told her.

Her hole was dry, but his cock was wet enough that it slipped in pretty easily. She was just about sitting on his lap when he said, "I didn't let you cum last night, but now you can. Ride my cock until you get yourself off."

Jenny was appalled. Yes, he had gotten her aroused last night, almost to an orgasm, but she hadn't wanted it anyway. Now he was making her fuck herself with his cock. It was humiliating.

"I don't know if I can do that, Grandpa," she said.

"I didn't ask if you could, girl," he replied, "I just said to get yourself off on my cock. Now do it!" He smacked her hard on the ass. "Right now!"

Jenny started rocking back and forth and sliding up and down over his cock while thinking of the nice sex she'd always wanted to have.

"It's just like masturbating," she told herself, and tried ignoring that it was her grandpa's cock she was using to cum.

It worked, and soon she was breathing heavily as she bounced up and down faster and faster. Her grandpa's cock was pretty big to begin with, but it grew thicker and longer with excitement at her arousal. And she wanted it big and long, driving herself down harder in his lap with every bounce and rising until it was nearly out of her pussy when she slid up. Finally she froze, pressed down right over his root, and arched her back in a convulsive spasm that spread right into the depths of her pussy. Her sheath contracted in waves over her grandfather's dick, and he came along with her, spewing jet after jet of jism into her, filling her hole and then overfilling it.

Jenny trembled and then slowly relaxed, and the thought ran through her mind that this was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. Another thought sent a wave of revulsion over her: the orgasm was not only from an old man's dick; it was from her own grandfather's.

"Good girl," he said as he finished cumming, "that's a very good girl."

He stroked her back as she relaxed, and, when their orgasms had subsided, he told her to stand up. As she rose, he thrust his hand between her legs and held it palm up under her hole.

"Squeeze it out," he ordered.

She was still light-headed from her orgasm, and didn't hesitate. His hand was overflowing with the semen she had forced from her vagina.

"Turn around," he said, and she did.

He savored the half-closed dreamy look on her face for a moment, and then added his handful of cum to the thick coat that already covered his dick.

"Lick and suck me clean, girl," he commanded.

She knew she should feel humiliated, but she hadn't the will to take offense. All she could think of was the orgasm she had taken from her grandfather's dick. She bent over again, and took his half-stiff cock in her mouth, slowly cleaning it and swallowing all the semen on it. There was more to take care of though, and her tongue lapped at his pubic hair and down his balls until there wasn't a drop of jism left.

"Good girl!" he announced approvingly, "sit on Grandpa's lap now."

She sat and he stroked her hair and skin as he told her how good she had been.

"And tomorrow night you'll be a good little pet too," he said as he poked a finger into her anus, "I've got a few old friends coming over for poker night, and you can serve refreshments."

"Yes, Grandpa," she said absently as she thought about what a slut she was becoming and about that orgasm she just had, "I know how to mix drinks."