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A Daughter's Promise Ch. 2
I heard the front door close downstairs and then
Dad got into his car and drove home. I lay on the
bed, my naked, tanned body still covered in a film
of glistening perspiration. As I licked my lips I
could still taste Dad's semen. I re-lived again in
my mind that last hour since I had first stripped
off for him. I felt dirty and cheap and I loved
it. Sex with my husband, John, was good but incest
is best. I knew that I wouldn't see Dad again
until Saturday when he and Mum and John and I went
to visit Grandad.
We did this about once a month since Grandma died
about two years ago. I fantasised about what I
would wear to tease and tempt Dad to the point
that he'd have to make an excuse to get me on my
own. It didn't matter how provocative my outfit
was, because everybody is used to seeing me dress
like a whore, I always had. However, on Friday all
my plans were dashed when Mum phoned me to say
that they wouldn't be going to Grandad's place
tomorrow because Dad had been invited to play golf
with his club team. I felt so disappointed that I
nearly said to John that I wouldn't be going
either, but something changed my mind. I don't
know what it was, maybe woman's intuition, but as
you'll learn, I was sure glad to heed it.
We'd been at Grandad's house for about two hours
when I offered to make us all something to eat and
drink. Grandad took John out into the garden to
show off his prize roses. As I opened the door to
the kitchen, Grandad's pet labrador, Rex, shot
passed me and up the stairs to the bedrooms. I
know he's not allowed up there so I chased after
him. Typically, there was a door open. It was the
door to Grandad's bedroom. I went in, calling
after the dog, but could not see him anywhere. As
I walked to the far side of the big king size bed,
Rex bolted passed me and down the stairs. I was
just about to follow when something caught the
corner of my eye. On the carpet under Grandad's
bed I saw a magazine. Curiosity got the better of
me and I bent down to pick it up. It was one of
those pornographic jobs that tells a story in
photos a bit like a comic book. I looked out of
the window and could see that Grandad and John
were still in the garden, so I had some time.
It began with a young woman knocking at the door
of a house. She was wearing a lapel badge that
said 'Help in the Community'. The door was opened
by a middle aged man who invited the girl in. She
was wearing a black blazer, which came off pretty
quickly, under which was a tight white blouse and
very clearly no bra. Her skirt was shortish in a
very distinctive orange and black plaid. Her shoes
were flat and black and she wore these with white
ankle socks. The next few pages saw her doing a
variety of light household chores which afforded
her the opportunity to display her assets to the
homeowner. He then offered her a soft drink which
he spiked with a heap of vodka and sat down next
to the girl on the couch. When the girl became
tipsy the man made his move. Over the next few
pages her clothes all came off and the hard sex
photos began.
Grandad had my admiration. There can't be many
sixty eight year old men who can still manage to
jerk off. After a couple of pages of some good
oral shots, I was beginning to get a bit worked up
myself. A quick look through the window showed me
that I was still OK so I undid the zip of my jeans
and put my hand down my panties. As I flicked the
pages with one hand the other was busy furiously
rubbing my clit. I was reaching a climax just as
the girl had been told to get on her knees while
the man, with dick in hand, was ready to pump her
from behind. At that point I couldn't get the next
page open, they were stuck together. This was
clearly going to be Grandad's favourite page.
When I eventually managed to pry the pages apart,
what I saw made me come instantly, but I had to
keep my noise down because the window was open. I
couldn't tell whether the girl was enjoying being
fucked from the rear because her face wasn't
there. Instead, glued over it was a photo of me.
The feeling I had at that moment was the same as I
had felt a few days earlier when Dad had taken me
so forcefully. Here was my own Grandad pulling
himself off every night imagining he was fucking
his youngest granddaughter. I got myself together
and put the magazine back where I had found it and
ran downstairs before they came back in from the
garden. I cursed the fact that I wasn't wearing
anything that would allow me to indicate to
Grandad that I was interested. I needn't have
worried because when they came back in John said
the most amazing thing. 'Grandad says he's going
to have to get some home help in soon. The old
house is getting a bit too big to manage.' I
couldn't believe it. Was this a hint he was
dropping. Before I knew what was happening I heard
myself say,' Don't get a stranger in Grandad, I'll
come round once a week and help out if you like.'
'Naw', he began, ' you say that now but you'll
soon forget' 'No I won't' I replied. 'I promise' I
could have sworn I saw a movement in his trousers
when I said on leaving that I'd see him Wednesday
afternoon. As John drove us home I felt my pussy
getting wet at the thought of what was to come and
how I would plan it.
Monday morning I set about my strategy. I had
plenty of tops and high heels to choose from but
the skirt would be a problem. I wanted to look as
much like the girl in the magazine as possible so
that it would give Grandad some kind of subliminal
encouragement. A day's shopping provided the
solution. I bought a red and black tartan skirt
which I thought would be close enough to the plaid
one that the girl wore. It was just above the
knee, so I used my seamstress skills to take it up
until it was half way up my thigh. It had only one
button to fasten it at the waistband and it was a
crossover type. I experimented and found that in
normal walking the flap opened to show a lot of
inner thigh, whilst if I put one leg on the rung
of a ladder or on a stool a person in the right
place would get a full on shot of my panties.
Everything was set.
On Wednesday morning after John had gone to work,
I set about making myself ready for Grandad. I
showered first and then shaved my pussy so that
there was no hair there at all. I do this at least
twice a week since I like to have a year round all
over tan. I painted my hand and toe nails in a
deep red, and put on some lipstick to match. The
girl had had long blond her just like mine, which
she wore in a shaggy style, so I did the same. I
got a three buttoned white, tight fitting blouse
and put it on without a bra. My brown nipples
stood out proud leaving nothing to the
imagination. Then I wrapped the short skirt around
my waist and fastened it. Finally, I put on some
thin panties that tied at the sides and stepped
into a pair of red, four inch stilettos.
As I walked to the car I could feel my pussy
already starting to drip at the prospect of what
was to come. I pulled up outside Grandad's and
walked up the path to the front door. My hand
trembled as it reached for the bell and doubts
began to appear in my mind. What if I'd got it all
wrong? How could I explain myself to Grandad and
then the rest of the family? But now it was too
late because the front door started to open. The
look on Grandad's face as he looked me up and down
unashamedly made all my previous worries
disappear. He couldn't have said he lusted after
me any better with words. He followed me into the
living room and I guessed his eyes were on the
back of my long legs, which people have told me
are my best feature. I asked him where he'd like
me to start and then set about my light chores. I
made sure that I gave him some good cleavage and
upskirt shots as I pranced around the room. At one
stage I asked him to balance me as I stood on a
chair to reach some high shelves. I made sure that
he was positioned in the right place so that as I
put one leg on the chair and my skirt fell open,
he would get a full close up of my wet, white
panties. He let go of my hand and I told him not
to let me fall. I felt his hands go to my waist.
Slowly, one of them began to trace a path down to
my hips. I wanted to tease him a bit more so,
before he could move his hands further, I climbed
down from the chair.
After an hour or so Grandad suggested we stop for
a drink. I said a small Drambuie on ice would be a
real thirst quencher. He brought me a tumbler that
must have contained about a quarter pint of the
liqueur. As he went out to prepare his own,I
tipped almost all of mine into a plant pot. He
seemed pleased to see that I had such a thirst. I
sat down on the left side of the couch and
carefully crossed my left leg over my right so
that the flap of my short skirt remained closed.
Grandad sat opposite me staring at my golden bare
thighs. I decided to offer some encouragement and
let my red high heel dangle from my foot. I don't
know why this is but it seems to send most men
wild. It certainly had this effect on him because
he got out a huge photo album, which gave him the
excuse to come and sit next to me. I held the
album up on my lap and it completely obscured my
own view of my legs. Grandad started to explain
away the photos as he had done so many times
before, but we both feigned interest anyway. I
wondered when or even if he would make a move.
Then it happened. On my left calf I felt the touch
of one of his cold, bony fingers. I had trouble
keeping concentration I was so excited. Grandad
was actually going for me. His touch was soft at
first and could easily have been explained away as
an accident. But then at last I felt another of
his fingers join the first. Then another until,
eventually, the back of his right hand was
brushing my inner calf. Cautiously, he began to
move the back of his hand up towards my knee. I
decided that to ignore it was the best form of
encouragement. As he pointed with his left hand to
a photo in the album with great significance, he
used the decoy to plant the palm of his right hand
solidly on my right knee. I felt my breathing
become quicker at the touch of Grandad's clammy
hand on my soft leg. I gave him not the slightest
impression that it bothered me.
Spurred on by my lack of resistance, I felt his
hand move up my thigh. I heard the tremble in his
voice and knew that he too was becoming crazy with
desire. He was moving his hand freely up and down
my thigh now but stopping always at the hem of my
skirt. Now it was my turn to provide some
encouragement. I asked Grandad if he would re fill
my glass. While he was away I uncrossed my legs
and opened the flap of my skirt so that it exposed
my panties. I parted my legs a little and opened
the top button of my blouse. The message I was
giving out couldn't have been clearer if I'd put a
sign around my neck saying 'Take me'. From here on
in I wanted to see what he was doing so I moved
the large photo album off my lap and rested it on
the arm of the couch.
When Grandad returned with my drink it was clear
that my new pose had the effect I had planned; the
bulge in his crotch was big enough to hang a coat
on. He sat down right next to me again and handed
me another full tumbler of Drambuie. I pretended
to be looking at the album . Without the slightest
hesitation Grandad placed his right hand bang on
my right leg. I watched as his old wrinkled
fingers moved over my tender skin. Slowly, he let
his thumb move to the inside of my thigh. Finding
no resistance from his granddaughter, he moved it
further up towards my panties. I couldn't hold
back any longer and started to softly groan. I
rubbed the insides of my thighs together as
Grandad's thumb at last found my pussy lips from
the outside of my soaking panties.
That first touch sent me over the edge. My whole
body convulsed with pleasure and my head lolled
from side to side on the back of the couch.
Grandad knew he had me now and his eager, bony
fingers managed to undo the single button holding
my skirt together. As it fell away exposing my
hips and waist, Grandad hauled my right leg up
onto the couch leaving my left one on the floor,
pulled me down and sat in between my legs. I
looked up to see him fumbling with the bows
holding my panties together. At last he got them
undone and tossed them onto the floor, leaving my
dripping love box open to his lustful gaze. With
animal like speed he bent his head down and
greedily began to nibble, and suck at my clit. I
put my hands on his bald head and pushed it down
further so that his exploring tongue could go deep
into my slit. I bucked and writhed under him as
another orgasm hit me.
Grandad then looked up and planted his big, fat
lips over my mouth. As his rough unshaven face
slobbered over me, his tongue delving into every
corner of my mouth, his hands impatiently ripped
open the two remaining buttons of my blouse.
Grandad sat up and gazed down at my nakedness. The
sight of this fat old man above me made me so
horny that I pulled his cold hands onto my breasts
and reached up to offer him my mouth again. As I
pulled my lips away from his I whispered in his
ear: ' Grandad, please fuck me like a doggy.' This
sent him absolutely crazy. I 'm about five six and
weigh less than 95 pounds, but Grandad lifted me
up from the couch like I was a rag doll. I suppose
when a man wants to take a woman bad enough he can
do just about anything.
I was naked except for my red high heels as he
carried me towards the back of the house. 'If you
want to be fucked like a dog, you've got to be
treated like one.' Grandad said. He opened the
back door and carried me out towards a small
wooden shed in the back garden where his dog
sleeps. The cool air on my body and the
combination of excitement and fear I was feeling
gave me goosebumps all over. I knew nobody could
see us because his garden, like my own, is
completely secluded. He opened the shed door and
ordered the dog to get out. Rex duly obeyed and
Grandad carried me in and closed the door behind
us. It was dark and smelly. Grandad dropped me on
a dirty old mattress that the dog sleeps on. I
felt the grime on my clean skin and it made me
crazy with lust. Grandad took the dog's leash from
the back of the door and put it around my neck. He
pulled it tight and it forced me to sit up on my
knees. I could hardly talk but he told me to beg
for his dick.
I whimpered that I wanted it and, boy, did I. He
used his free hand to unfasten his trousers. They
fell to the floor, exposing his old, craggy legs.
I doubted if he could see his dick over his fat
belly as he pulled it clear of his shorts. It was
a pretty good hardon for a man near seventy. He
took hold of it in one hand and pulled me closer
with the leash using the other. Teasingly, I
licked the end of it and tasted his precum.
Grandad moaned at this first touch. It must have
been a while since he'd had a blow job from
someone as young as me. My tongue moved down the
length of his stiff shaft. He lifted his dick up
so that I could get to his hairy balls. I put one
of them in my mouth and rolled it around. Then I
came back along his weapon and, looking up at him
with submissive eyes, took the full length of it
in my throat. I wanted to keep eye contact with
Grandad as his tool shot in and out of my greedy
mouth. I felt the leash go tighter around my neck
and from the look on Grandad's face he wasn't far
from emptying his load into me. To my surprise he
stopped himself from coming, pushed my head away
and told me to kneel on all fours like the bitch I
was. I did as I was told.
Grandad knelt behind me. He got hold of the heel
of my right shoe and forced my legs further apart.
Grandad pulled on the leash and this forced me to
arch my back and stick my ass in the air. With his
other hand he began to caress my soft, round butt
cheeks . He bent his head down and licked at my
ass hole to moisten it ready for his insertion.
The feel of Grandad's tongue on that most
sensitive opening made me groan loudly. I wiggled
my ass in his face and pleaded with him to fuck me
now. At last I felt his bell end at my ass hole. I
thought he'd be gentle but no chance. With a grunt
he forced the full length of his hard dick right
in. After the initial shock I got used to the
piston like strokes of Grandad fucking me in the
ass. He was driving me to the point of frenzy and
he used the leash to control me the way a rider
controls a horse. Wave after wave of sensation hit
me until at last my whole body racked in orgasm.
I'd never groaned as loud as I did then.
This must have affected Grandad too because I felt
his free hand press down hard on the small of my
back while his other nearly choked the air out of
me as he pulled the leash around my neck even
tighter. His breathing became louder and strokes
faster until, with a deafening roar he pulled his
meat out of me and directed a spray of thick white
cum up my back almost reaching my neck. He let go
his grip on the leash and I collapsed onto my
hands. I felt Grandad scooping up his juices from
my back. Then he told me to turn around and face
him. He put the palm of his hand by my mouth and
told me to be a good bitch and lap it all up. I
put the tip of my tongue in the white liquid. I
loved it's taste and greedily licked his hand dry.
With that he pulled up his trousers and went back
to the house.
I teetered back up the garden path naked except
for my red high heels. As I entered the living
room, Grandad looked up at me from the couch. He
told me to come and sit on his knee. Wearing just
heels is so sexy that any walk is provocative, so
on this occasion I didn't have to try anything
special as I sauntered over to him and placed
myself in his lap. His old hands roamed over my
young body and he asked me if I'd come back next
week. 'Yes Grandad' I began .' I promise'. 'Good'
he replied as his hand cupped my right breast. '
Because there's someone else I'd like to invite to
join us. Would you like that?' 'Oh yes Grandad,
that would be nice'
And it was.
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