THE HOUSE-WHORE 
By 
Kathy Morris 
Copyright ( 2002, Kathy Morris 
Part 4 
Susan seemed not to comprehend what her Grandfather was meaning, but then realised what he intended to do. 
"But you're too big, Granddad, and I've never done it before, and it'll hurt!" she said quite alarmed. 
"Well, love, it will hurt just a little bit at first, but you'll soon get used to it, and in time you'll be begging for it, so, whether you want to or not, you're mine and the lad's slut now and you're going to be fucked, so what do you think I want to hear you to say?" he asked. 
Susan liked the feel of her Grandfather as he lay on her, pinning her down onto the sofa and feeling his heavy frame between her slender legs. Trembling with excitement and a little trepidation, but realising that she had surrendered herself completely to him, she said, "Granddad, please stick your prick in me and fuck me! Let me be your whore and fill me with your spunk!" 
Susan's Grandfather smiled. "That's a good girl, Susie! I'm going to take your virginity and turn you into our whore. By this time next week you'll be begging to be fucked several times a day, I bet!" he said. "Now, slut, lift up your legs so I can get to you!" he ordered. 
Susan obediently lifted her legs and clasped her Grandfather around the waist, resting her heels against the small of his back. 
"Mmmmm, that feels so good," she heard him say as her stiletto heels dug into his flesh. "All whore's keep their sexy, high heels on when they fuck, don't they?" he asked. 
Susan nodded and closed her eyes and hugged onto her Grandfather feeling his broad, muscular shoulders, all the while kissing his thick, hairy neck. 
Susan's Grandfather reached under the cushions on which Susan was resting her head and pulled something out. 
Susan couldn't see what it was, but realised that her Grandfather was smearing his massive penis with something that was pleasantly warm and dripped onto her smooth, pale tummy. She clung to him tighter and nibbled his ear, urging him to fuck her. She wanted him and she was panting with anticipation as she suddenly felt something warm and hard against the tight, puckered lips of her arse. 
Susan moaned, partly though pleasure and partly with trepidation, as she surrendered herself to her Grandfather. 
"That's a good girl." he said. "Just relax and when I push, pretend that you're having a shit," he added. 
As Susan felt her Grandfather's thick penis try to invade her arse hole, she did as he had told her, and suddenly felt his huge prick slide between her lips. She cried out in pain as she felt the thickness of his prick but her Grandfather stopped pushing and let her get used to the feel of it just in her. As Susan leaned how to relax her arse muscles, the pain in her bottom eased and she was beginning to enjoy the sensation of having her arse plugged. 
"There, love, you see it didn't hurt that much, did it?" Susan's Grandfather asked. 
"Nooooo," Susan managed to say, though she was panting from the exertion of allowing him to invade her tight hole. 
"Squeeze your arse a bit to get used to the feel of a man's prick, my little whore!" he ordered. 
Susan tried to squeeze her muscles, then relax, feeling his prick with her arse, but as she did so, her Grandfather used the ploy to push his fat, purple knob even deeper into her. Susan gritted her teeth as his prick slipped deeper into her and wondered exactly how much more she would have to take. 
Soon the pain in her arse faded and she could plainly feel the warm flesh that was inside her and she relaxed her body after the last spasm of pain. She opened her eyes and saw that her Grandfather was smiling at her. 
She pulled herself closer to his face, kissed him sweetly and said, "Thank you, Granddad. I feel so full! Does it feel really nice for you?" she enquired. 
Susan's Grandfather, said, "We've only just started my little whore," and then pushed again, forcing even more of his huge prick inside Susan. 
"Oooooo, Ooooooooo," Susan was moaning as she felt her Grandfather's prick go even deeper into her bowels, stretching her arse-lips even more and hurting once again. 
As she relaxed again, her Grandfather pushed once more and she could feel his big, hairy balls against her skin and she heard him moan with pleasure. 
Her Grandfather didn't thrust his huge penis for several minutes, allowing Susan to get used to the feel of his prick, then slowly started to pull out of her. 
Susan moaned and felt as if all her insides were being pulled out so she clung onto him and tried to force his prick back into her. 
"Good, girl," she heard him say, "You're turning into a right whore, aren't you?" 
Susan moaned as he pushed his massive prick all the way back into her and then started a slow, rhythmical movement, rocking gently backwards and forwards, pulling his prick partly from her and then slowly pushing it deeply inside her once again. With each thrust of his prick, Susan relaxed her arse and felt her Grandfather's prick slide deeply into her, the hard flesh stimulating the insides of her bowel and giving her tremendous spasms of pleasure. 
Her arse didn't really hurt much now as her Grandfather continued to fuck her, and she was pleased with herself that she had endured the initial pain. She loved the feel of being used by her Grandfather and this gave her great pleasure. She thought, I'm a real woman now, and I'm being fucked because he needs me! 
She squeezed her arse muscles and felt his prick sliding easily backward and forwards within her and she started to moan with pleasure as he speeded his thrusting. "Yes, Granddad, fuck, me! Fuck me hard!" she cried out, urging him on. "Fuck my cunt, Granddad, fuck my hole, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Fill me with your spunk, Granddad!" she pleaded. 
Susan's Grandfather was breathing rapidly now and his thrusting became faster and deeper. He moaned with his own lust as he heard Susan begging him to fuck her and he stared to come, moaning, and thrusting, squirting his spunk deep inside his whore's bowels. His ejaculation and orgasm was intense as he squirted and squirted inside her and he felt her mouth sucking at his lips, begging to be kissed as he spunked as he hadn't been able to do for years. 
Susan clung to her Grandfather as he rammed his still-hard prick deep inside her arse. She kissed him, she clawed at his shoulders and tried to squeeze every last drop of his sperm from his body. She had never felt so loved in her life, and she also relished the thought that she had been abused, but in a way that she just wanted more. She wrapped her legs tightly around her Grandfather and forced him to stay within her arse, hoping that he would continue to fuck her for ever but realised that as his prick had started to go flaccid, it was slowly, but surely slipping from her stretched and fairly sore pussy-hole. 
Susan's Grandfather lay like a dead weight on top of her, still breathing heavily from his orgasm. 
She felt his prick go soft and start to slide from within her, as he opened his eyes and smiled into her face. "That was great, love!" he said. "That was the best fuck I've had in ages," he added, and kissed her lipstick-smeared mouth. 
"Was it, Granddad?" Susan enquired. "Did I do it right for you?" she added. 
"Bloody, right, love, you did!" he exclaimed. "You're going to make the best fucking house whore there's ever been!" 
"Oh, great!" Susan said. "I always wanted to know what fucking was like and now I know!" 
"Don't worry, love, you'll be getting plenty of practice in this house, I can promise you that. But if you think that I'm some sort of stud or something, wait until your Uncles are fucking you!" he warned. 
"Oh, yes, I suppose so." Susan said, and realised that she would be available for all the men in the house. "Would you like a drink, Granddad?" she asked. 
"Yes, love," he replied, "get yourself tidied up and re-do your face! You look like a proper, fucking slag," he said, laughing. 
Susan laughed also and thought, what a real slut I am fucking with my Grandfather and soon I'll be fucking with my Uncles! 
Susan lifted her legs from off the settee and steadied herself as she stood up and looked for her panties. She saw them across the room and walked carefully over to pick them up. As she walked, she could feel that her arse was sore and she had to clamp her bottom tightly shut when she felt her Grandfather's spunk draining from her stretched pussy-hole. 
She retrieved her panties and stepped into them and pulled them up. She turned to her Grandfather who was still sat naked on the settee and said, whilst pulling up her panties, "What do you want to drink, Granddad?" 
He replied that he wanted a cup of tea and that he'd take it to bed with him as he had some papers which he needed to sort through. 
"Okay, Granddad," Susan said, "I'll get it for you." And, picking up her handbag on the way, walked from the lounge to make her Grandfather a drink. 
As she walked, Susan could feel her Grandfather's slimy, wet sperm start to seep from her arse and soak into her panties and realised that she desperately needed to go to the toilet. 
She stopped in the hallway and repaired her makeup, needing to use foundation and powder and lipstick and she tidied her tousled hair, also using her handkerchief to wipe some lipstick smears from her neck where Grandfather had nibbled the soft, smooth skin above the pretty choker she wore, then put the kettle on while she went upstairs to her bathroom. 
As Susan sat down on the toilet, her Grandfather's sperm oozed from her arse and plopped into the toilet bowl as her well-used arse relaxed. "Gosh, what a lot of come," she thought, as the slimy sperm continued to flow from within her bowels. "I never guessed that men would spunk so much," she said to herself. An amusing though crossed her mind, and she laughed to herself as she said, with mock coyness, "Oh, I hope I haven't become pregnant!" 
Susan wiped her sore arse and pulled up her panties after she had peed, then washed her hands and went to make her Grandfather his cup of tea in the kitchen. 
She took the cup of tea through to him, then sat next to him on the settee. She took out a cigarette from her handbag and lit it, sucking hard on the cigarette, feeling the smoke fill her body and making her feel really relaxed. 
Her Grandfather looked at her and said, "That's about right, Susie!" and took a sip of his tea. 
"What is, Granddad?" Susan queried. 
"Slags always have a smoke after they've been fucked!" he smiled. 
Susan took another satisfying deep drag and exhaled slowly, saying, "Well, I'm your slag now, Granddad and I smoke, and," she said somewhat pointedly with a wicked, little smile, "I've been well and truly fucked, so that's why I'm smoking!" 
Susan's Grandfather patted her pretty knee and said, "The way you look tonight, you should get yourself to bed soon, because if you're still up when the lads get back you might just find yourself getting fucked some more, and I bet that tight, little fuck-hole of yours is a bit sore?" 
Susan thought about what her Grandfather had just said, then taking another drag on her cigarette, said, "I'll not stay up late, Granddad. I just want to tidy the kitchen before I go to bed. But, yes, my hole does feel a bit sore, but it's more like an ache, really. It's not uncomfortable." She smiled at him. "I feel kind of warm inside, but somehow empty and at the same time loved!" 
She leaned towards her Grandfather and gave him a little peck on the cheek, leaving a slight lipstick stain on his stubbly skin. "Thanks, Granddad!" 
Susan's Grandfather stood up and started to collect his clothes. "It's Saturday tomorrow, love so you don't need to be up early. The lads will want to stay in bed for a couple of hours and they usually make their own breakfasts. There's nothing much to do on the farm at weekends though the lads will probably be trying to find something else to do this weekend!" he added. 
Susan realised what he meant and blushed. 
"Don't look so fucking coy with me, young lady!" Susan's Grandfather warned. "I've worked out a rota for the lads, so they'll all have a chance at you, but seeing as you're a hot, little bitch, if you're not careful, it'll turn into a bloody free-for-all!" 
Susan smiled and cheekily asked, "What type of rota have you worked out, Granddad?" 
Susan's Grandfather finished collecting up his clothes and stood naked before her. He repeated her question aloud to himself then said, "Right! Apart from your weekday housekeeping, and the cooking at weekends, you'll look after us as our wife! Right?" 
Susan nodded her understanding but waited for him to continue. 
"On Monday's you're Dan's wife, on Tuesdays you're Jack's wife, on Wednesdays you'll be Frank's wife, on Thursday's you're Ted's wife and on Fridays you're Ben's wife! Right?" 
Susan nodded again, but said, "Granddad, when am I going to be your wife?" 
Susan's Grandfather laughed and said, "You're my wife whenever I bloody want! Okay?" 
Susan smiled and said, "Yes, Granddad, that's lovely! Is that why I wasn't Ben's wife today?" 
Susan's Grandfather looked amused and said, "That was a one-off, so to speak," he chuckled. "The rota won't start until Monday really." 
Susan looked a little puzzled and then said, "What about Saturdays and Sunday's Granddad?" 
He laughed heartily as he started walking from the room and said, over his shoulder, "Even a whore's got to have a day of rest," he laughed again. "You'll be that fucked-out by the weekend you'll find it hard to get out of bed to make the bloody dinner!" 
"But, Granddad," Susan added, "what do I have to do to be a wife, apart from, well, you know what?" 
Susan's Grandfather turned in the doorway and said, "Well, love, it'll obviously be you-know-what," he mimicked, "but the essential bit of the arrangement is," he paused for effect, "doing whatever you are told!" 
As her Grandfather left the room to go to bed, Susan sat alone in the lounge smoking her cigarette and enjoying the peaceful stillness. 
She finished her cigarette and took the ashtray and empty wine glasses with her as she went to the kitchen. 
As she washed the few cups and glasses that were in the sink, she reflected on the evening spent with her Grandfather. She'd loved being able to pleasure him, she thought, and having a man's cock in her mouth had been wonderful. The best bit for her, she pondered, had been having Grandfather's cock completely in her arse as he filled her and stretched her little, virgin pussy-hole. 
Susan closed her eyes and remembered the feeling of having his thick prick deep inside her. She clenched her arse muscles and then relaxed them, as if trying to still feel the thick, fat, warm prick that had been plunged deeply into her rectum. Her arse certainly was sore from losing her virginity, she thought, but she also felt very empty somehow, and her body ached, she realised, for that warm, beautiful, filled feeling, which she had enjoyed with her Granddad. 
Susan looked at her watch, saw that it said one o'clock, and was amazed how late it was. Oh, well, she thought, doesn't time fly when you've been enjoying yourself! She finished washing the pots and dried them, put them away in the cupboards and sat at the kitchen table. From her handbag she took her packet of cigarettes and was just lighting one when she heard the front door open and then close. 
Susan heard heavy footsteps approaching the kitchen. With her newly lit cigarette dangling from her red, glossy lips, she turned to see who it was. It was Uncle Ben. 
"Hi, Susie," he said, "fucking hell, love! You look fucking stunning!" he exclaimed. 
God, he's so handsome! Susan thought. And, she added to herself, I still feel so horny. If Uncle Ben likes to see a woman smoking a cigarette, she thought, I suppose it's my duty now to pander to his needs, Susan thought mischievously. 
She smiled at Uncle Ben and took her cigarette between her dainty, slim fingers and dragged deeply on her cigarette. As she spoke, whisps of blue smoke billowed casually around her glamorous face. "Hello, Ben. Thank you," she said, accepting his complement. "Did you have a nice evening?" she asked, taking yet another deep drag on her cigarette and slowly blowing out the cigarette smoke in a fine plume. 
Ben looked at Susan, as if mesmerised by the sight before him, and watched as she dragged on her cigarette, and he took in every detail of her appearance; the glossy, red, pouting lips, her wide, innocent, blue eyes with long, black eyelashes, her dainty fingers with nails varnished bright red, her shining, curly, blonde hair as it framed her pretty face, her satin red dress, her glistening, nylon-covered slender legs which tapered down to the red, high-heeled stiletto sandals on her feet and he even noticed that her toe nails were also varnished red, as they peeped from the toes of her shoes. 
His gaze drifted back to Susan's beautifully made-up face and watched intently as she closed her full, glossy, red lips around the filter of her cigarette and took a drag. As she held her cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke, he admired the red stain which her lipstick-coated lips had made on the filter of her cigarette, and admired the contrast of the whiteness of her long cigarette, as she held it daintily in her outstretched, small, pink fingers. 
"Come and sit with me?" Susan asked Uncle Ben and indicated the chair next to her. 
As Uncle Ben did so, Susan took a slow, sensuous drag on her cigarette, consciously pouting her lips as she sucked on the filter, trying to look as feminine as she possibly could. 
She looked Uncle Ben straight in his dark, brown eyes, and then, hoping to appear sexy and alluring, she slowly exhaled the blue smoke, wanting to impress him with her sexy smoking. "Tell me what you've been doing tonight," she added. 
Uncle Ben walked over to where Susan sat and pulled out a chair. He sat facing her, and his massive, six feet six inch frame towered over her, even though he was sat down. 
Susan crossed her legs and smoothed down her dress, and, with some satisfaction, heard her nylon stockings swish, as her legs rubbed together. "Christ, he's so attractive," she thought, seeing him before her in his best white shirt and neatly-pressed trousers. 
Uncle Ben's gaze had never left hers since he had entered the room, and she knew that she had his full attention as she slowly, purposefully, brought the long, white cigarette towards her mouth and, parting her glossy, red lips, took a lingering drag on it. 
She watched Uncle Ben's eyes as she smoked and enjoyed his fascination at watching her. Purposely, she quickly placed the cigarette between her lips once again and, parting her fingers slightly, deeply inhaled the comforting, warm smoke. 
She held the cigarette daintily between her fingers and moved her hand from her face so that it was just inches from her face. She exhaled slowly, with her full, red lips parted, allowing the blue cigarette smoke to swirl around her partially open mouth. 
She thought that she would tease him a little. "Do you like to watch me smoke, Ben?" Susan asked, smiling slightly. 
Ben silently nodded his approval. 
Susan took another drag on her cigarette and exhaled the smoke in a fine plume, aiming the smoke over Ben's shoulder. "I love to smoke these lovely, long cigarettes," she said taking another drag and tapping the ash from the burning end into the ashtray beside her. 
"Do think that I look really sexy while I'm smoking, Ben?" she asked. 
Ben nodded again. 
"I just love sucking on the warm filter," Susan told him, "and then letting the lovely, warm smoke fill me up so I can breathe it out again," she added and, as if to demonstrate what she was telling him, Susan lifted her small hand to her face and took a long, deep drag on the cigarette. 
She moaned softly as her lips wrapped around the filter and she sucked on the cigarette. Susan closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly whilst opening her mouth, hoping that the thick, creamy smoke was swirling around her red, glossy lips. 
"Mmmmm," she moaned again, as she deeply breathed the cigarette smoke into her lungs. 
Susan pouted her shiny, red lips and exhaled the thick, blue, cigarette smoke. She opened her eyes and, smiling sweetly, looked at Ben and saw that he was watching still her intently. 
"Have you been watching women smoke tonight, Ben?" she enquired. 
Ben mutely nodded again but then realised that he had to say something. "Yes," he admitted, "but none of them were as attractive and sexy as you." 
"Really, Ben? I would have thought that there were lots of attractive women out there for you to watch," she stated, and then added, "smoking their long, sexy cigarettes!" 
"Well, that's true, Love," he said agreeing with her, "but you've got something which most of them don't have, haven't you?" he asked. 
Susan took a drag on her cigarette and thought for a second, holding the smoke within her lungs as if to emphasise that she was thinking. Breathing out her smoke as she spoke, Susan said, "Do you mean that thing inside my panties?" 
Ben shook his head and placed a hand onto Susan's knee, his long, thick fingers wrapping round the soft flesh encased in the fine, sheer, black nylons. He leaned slightly towards her and said simply, "Accessibility!" 
Susan thoughtfully took a drag on her cigarette and said, "Ah, I think I know what you're saying." 
She thought that she knew what he meant but really needed him to tell her. 
"The problem with them," he explained, meaning the women which he had seen in the town, "is that it's okay watching them smoke and," he added, as if to accentuate his reasoning, "you know it really turns me on watching a beautiful woman smoke?" he confirmed. 
Susan nodded her head and took a lingering drag on her cigarette as she listened. 
"But while I'm chatting them up and buying them drinks," Ben continued, "and then offering them cigarettes so that I can watch them smoke," he said meaningfully, "sometimes, when I do manage get off with one, I get a bit of fun, you know kissing, groping and sometimes getting a shag, that sort of thing," he added as he watched Susan nod her head and tap the ash from her cigarette into the ashtray. "Well," he said, "it's not the same as being able to have you're cake and eat it, is it, Love?" 
Susan's expression looked to Ben that she still didn't fully understand what he was trying to explain, so he continued. 
"Now we've got you living with us, Suzie, and Dad will have explained to you by now what's to be expected from you?" he enquired to see if Susan had been told. "Well, although me and our Jack will still go out and enjoy our little hobby," he smiled, teasing her slightly, "none of us here," he said, meaning Susan's Uncles and Grandfather, "will have to do without our little fantasies, will we?" he asked. 
Susan took a last drag on her cigarette and stubbed it out. She placed her small hands on top of Uncle Ben's and lightly stroked the back of his hand with her slim fingers, as it rested on her knee, feeling the strength and power which it possessed, and said to him, "Ben, I love living here with you and my Uncles and Granddad, and I love looking after you, "she explained, "and I will be a good wife to all of you," she promised. "Granddad has explained to me that I've got to share myself with all of you, and I'm really looking forward to having the chance to try to make you all as happy as I possibly can. So," she said raising her eyebrows conspiratorially, "it's Friday night now, and, although Granddad said that I wouldn't start to be a proper wife until Monday, on Fridays I'm your wife, aren't I?" she asked. 
Ben started to comprehend what she was hinting at and nodded his head slowly. 
"Well," Susan continued, while all the time tracing the back of Ben's hand with her fingers, "if you want, I don't mind starting being your wife a week early. What do you think?" she asked coyly. 
"I don't suppose Dad will mind," Ben reasoned. He smiled at Susan and said, "unless of course, he wants you first if you know what I mean?" 
Susan blushed and said, "It's okay, Granddad made me his wife tonight," she admitted. 
"Did you like it, Suzie?" Ben asked, then quickly, before she could reply, added, "Whether you did or you didn't, you know, you're going to have get used to it," he stated knowingly. 
"Yes, Ben," Susan said smiling, "I did like it and I love being Granddad's housewife." 
"Housewhore!" Ben corrected. 
"Yes, Ben, I'm a Housewhore for Granddad and all of you," she exclaimed proudly, then leaned forwards and kissed Uncle Ben on the lips. 
"I can smell cigarettes on your breath, you fucking, little slut," Ben said as she kissed him. "Why aren't you smoking now?" he asked. 
With her full, ruby lips pressed against Ben's, Susan liked the crude way he spoke to her. She asked, "Tell me what you want, Darling?" 
Ben knew that she was teasing him with her lips and smoky breath and that she needed him to be dominant over her. He told her. "Light a cigarette, slut and then come and sit on my lap!" he ordered. 
Susan said, "Yes, Love, okay," and sat back reaching for her cigarettes and lighter. She picked them up and stood, once again feeling the strain on her calf muscles at the high heels arched her feet. 
She turned her body and placed her small, rounded bottom onto Ben's firmly-muscled thighs and nestled close to his powerful chest. Susan felt Ben's strong arm slip around her thin waist as she slowly placed a cigarette between her lips and let it dangle from between them in a sluttish manner. 
She placed her arm around Ben's thick neck as she lit her cigarette then put her lighter on the table. With dainty, outstretched fingers, Susan dragged on her cigarette and turned her face to Ben's. She tilted her head back so that she could see up into his handsome face and slowly exhaled the smoke, so it lingered in the air between them. 
Ben smiled as Susan raised her hand and gently stroked him with her fingers, tracing the filter tip of her cigarette over his cheek and delicately fondled his fleshy earlobe. He felt her small hand on the nape of his neck and her nails tracing small circles as she once again took a deep drag on her cigarette. 
She lifted her head to tenderly kiss his lips. 
Ben parted his lips and allowed Susan to suck at his mouth and breathe her smoky breath into him as he savoured the delicate perfume of her lipstick and breathed her smoky breath. 
Susan pulled away from Ben's large, warm mouth and took another deep, double drag on her cigarette. She pressed her lips again to his and kissed him, probing between his parted lips with the tip of her tongue and slowly exhaled her cigarette-tainted breath. 
Ben kept his eyes open as Susan kissed him. He admired her heavily made-up eyes and lips as she took long drags on her cigarette, savouring his own anticipation as she did so, until she clamped her small, moist mouth to his and kissed him again. 
He looked at her while they kissed. 
Susan's eyes were closed as she sucked at his thick lips and teased his mouth with her little, moist, probing tongue, and he breathed in her warm, smoky breath as she slowly released the cigarette smoke from her lungs. Uncle Ben moved his other hand to rest on Susan's knee and slowly slid it up her silky, smooth, nylon-covered leg until he found the tops of her stockings under her dress. 
