THE HOUSE-WHORE 
By 
Kathy Morris 
Copyright ( 2002, Kathy Morris 
Part 2 
Susan loved all the attention and asked each of her Uncles how their mornings had been and chatted with them generally until Grandfather came in and joined them at the table. 
Smiling, he looked at the full table of food that Susan had prepared and said, "Good girl, I see that you've settled in very well. This looks great," he said, gesturing to the steaming, full plates, "If you're as good a house-keeper as you seem to be, we're not going to have any complaints, are we boys?" 
Susan's Uncles all shook their heads and said, 'No', as they started to eat. 
During the course of the meal the men chatted casually about work and other things and asked Susan such things as what she'd been doing during the morning, and commented on how good the food was. 
Susan was very pleased with her self and thanked them for the compliments, especially when they said how lovely she looked and how nice it was for them to sit at a meal with such a pretty girl. As Susan ate her small meal, sitting at the table between her Grandfather and Uncle Ben, she enjoyed the feeling of being somehow important to the men and the total pleasure of being their housekeeper. She felt that at last she had found a place in life, which she could totally fit in, and she unconsciously accepted the role with enthusiasm. 
Several times during the meal, Uncle Ben had placed his rough, strong hand on Susan's shapely thigh and stroked her casually as he talked to either her or his brothers. She had felt excited when he did it and looked around the table feeling slightly embarrassed but saw that no one minded Uncle Ben's affections with her, and so she just enjoyed his obvious pleasure at stroking her nylon-clad thighs and, more especially for herself, when he turned to her and said, "Dad's going into town this afternoon to get you something special," and had slipped his had all the way up her smooth thigh until he was able to feel the tops of her nylon stockings. 
Susan looked down to see Uncle Ben's hand stroking the pale, smooth flesh and nylons where they were attached to her suspenders, and, as if without a conscious thought, just turned her smiling face to him and enquired, "Oh, yes, is it going to be a surprise or will you tell me?" 
Uncle Ben continued to sensuously stroke her stocking-covered thigh and said to her, "No, it's not really a surprise but don't worry yourself, it's only some tablets and things which we've decided you'll need." He turned to Susan's Grandfather, who was sat to Susan's right and was continuing eating his dinner, though watching Ben stroke Susan's thigh, and asked' "Isn't that right, Dad?" 
Susan's Grandfather nodded 'yes', and he too placed his strong hand on Susan's other thigh to gently stroke the smooth, shiny nylon and confirmed, "Yes, Love. I'll fetch the medications this afternoon. There's nothing to worry about," he said, seeing that she paused taking a forkful of salad and looked at him enquiringly. "As you are our girl now, we can't have you going around without something which all women should have, can we?" he asked. 
Susan looked at Grandfather and asked, "What's that, Granddad?" 
He continued to run his fingers tenderly along the inside of Susan's thigh, even doing to Susan's thigh what Ben was doing, by caressing her thigh and letting his fingers play with the taut suspenders to where they attached to Susan's stockings. "Well, Love," he said, "We've all had a talk this morning and it's obvious that there's something missing from you which we need." 
He looked at Susan to see if she understood what he meant. 
From her blank expression she obviously didn't so he continued. "You see, Love, we think that you really do need to develop some breasts," he said looking at Susan's flat chest. 
Susan followed his gaze as she listened and realised what he was saying. 
Grandfather continued,  "I'm visiting a doctor friend of mine who'll supply you with hormone tablets and some initial injections to enable you to develop into a girl." 
Susan thought about this briefly and then replied, "Oh, Granddad! That will be very nice. Thank you." 
Grandfather patted her exposed thigh and resumed his meal, saying, "That's a good girl. I thought that you'd like that." 
When they had all eaten their lunch, Susan cleared the plates from the table and made coffee and tea for her uncles and grandfather then they all sat around smoking and chatting. As Susan sat listening to the conversation she smoked her cigarette confidently and as femininely as possible, and noticed that Uncle Jack and Uncle Ben could hardly take their eyes off her. 
She enjoyed their attentions, and as she stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray, she smiled sweetly and accepted another cigarette straight away from Uncle Ben. 
As he lit Susan's dangling cigarette she looked at him straight in his large blue eyes and then partly closed her own, mimicking the seductive manner of the models in the posters on Ben's or Jack's bedroom wall. Then, pouting her full, lipstick-coated lips, she purposely exhaled the smoke in a fine plume as seductively as she could, straight into Uncle Ben's face. She held the cigarette daintily between outstretched fingers and smiled at him. 
Uncle Ben just watched her and continued to stroke the inside of her nylon-covered thigh, though his fondling seemed to Susan to be more sensual and she glanced at his crotch and saw that there was a huge bulge. 
"Mmm," she thought to herself as she took a long, deep drag on her cigarette, especially for Uncle Ben's pleasure, "he's getting a hard on!" 
Uncle Ben asked his father, "Dad, when you go into town this afternoon, will you get our Susie some cigarettes?" 
Grandfather nodded his assent with a broad smile and Uncle Jack said, "Yes, dad get her some Benson and Hedges Superkings and some Superkings Menthol, will you?" 
Grandfather said, "Right son, I'll get a thousand of each, eh? Do you think that'll be enough for you and our Ben, and of course, our Sue?" 
Jack smiled as he watched Susan take a sensual drag on her cigarette and said, "Yes, I should think so, at least, they'll keep our Susie happy for a while, don't you think so, love?" he enquired. 
Susan exhaled her cigarette smoke casually, and said, with each word, breathing the faintest whisp of smoke, "Uncle Jack, you're spoiling me," and then smiled demurely. 
Uncle Ben, still stroking her thigh, said, "Nothing but the best for you, Love, and anyway, we can't have you smoking men's cigarettes, can we?" 
Susan supposed not and shook her head. 
When Susan had finished her cigarette and her men had finished their drinks, she went to the sink to start washing up and wondered, hopefully, if her men would require another kissing session before the afternoon work. 
She was not disappointed. Before each of her Uncles left the kitchen to resume work on the farm, the came over to her, and, taking her frail body in their strong, muscled arms, kissed her deeply and passionately, probing her sweet, moist mouth with their tongues, and Susan responding to the kisses, kissed them tenderly and sucked on their wet, probing tongues, totally surrendering herself to their passion and wandering hands. She felt like a slut to be used and revelled in the sensation, becoming excited as they kissed her and fondled her pantied bottom and upper thighs with their strong, rough hands. 
Susan's Uncles had left the kitchen to go to work, leaving her, as after breakfast, alone with her Grandfather. He was still seated at the table and he said, "Come over her, Sue!" and patted his thighs, indicating to Susan that she should come and sit on his knees. 
Susan teetered over to her Grandfather and started to sit down in his lap, but then stood quickly and ran as fast as she could in her high heels to the hallway mirror and re-applied lipstick to her full lips with the tube of deep cherry-coloured lipstick which she had left there on the little shelf. 
She checked that her pouting lips looked perfect and tidied her hair but left her short skirt rucked up over her bottom, exposing all her thighs and stocking-tops, then went back to the kitchen. 
Granddad was smiling as she teetered over to him and settled her small bottom into his lap and put her arm around his strong, thick, muscular neck. Susan's Granddad rested his strong hand on Susan's nylon-covered thigh as he spoke, and admired her pouting, sensual mouth. "That was another good meal, Sue, thanks, love." 
Susan smiled. 
"You've done a good job with the house cleaning as well, by the looks of it." 
Susan smiled and said, "Thanks, Granddad, I really enjoyed doing it for you and my Uncles. Thanks for giving me a home and looking after me." 
Grandfather said, "I'm glad, Love. Now wait just a second." He put his hand to his mouth and slipped out his dentures and put them in his pocket. "Did you enjoy our snog this morning, Love?" 
Susan said dreamily, "Oh, yes, Granddad," as she closed her eyes and parted her ruby lips as she brought them close to her Grandfather's stubbly face. 
Susan's Grandfather closed his mouth over hers and started to deeply probe her moist mouth with his tongue. 
They kissed for ten minutes or so, with Susan swallowing all her Grandfather's warm saliva as he drooled into her receptive mouth, probing with his thick tongue and sucking at her full lips. As they kissed, Susan could not help but wriggle her rounded bottom, rubbing herself against the hard bulge of the Grandfather's groin, as he fondled her thighs and stroked her feminine, shapely legs. 
At last, Susan's Grandfather pulled away from her embrace and said, "Right, Love! I've got to go to town and I'll return about six o'clock. The lads should be all finished by then, so we'll have dinner at about seven o'clock, then they'll be getting ready to go out after that." 
Susan nodded and said, Okay, Granddad." 
"When they've gone out tonight, we'll watch a film or something on telly, eh?" he continued. 
"Oh! Granddad, that would be nice," Susan replied. 
"I'll fetch a bottle of wine, shall I?" he added. 
"Yes please, Granddad, that will be lovely." Susan could not resist giving her Grandfather another wet, lingering kiss, and pushed her little, pink tongue between her Grandfather's lips as she did so, to show him how grateful she was and that she was looking forward to spending an evening alone with him. 
Susan stood up in her high heels and pulled her short skirt down to hide her stocking-tops, and held onto her Grandfather's big, rough hand as he also stood towering over her. 
He bent down and put his face close to hers and said, "See you later, Love," and briefly kissed her on the lips. 
"Bye, Granddad," Susan replied, and watched the huge man walk from the kitchen. She walked over to the sink and started washing up the dirty dishes. 
Looking out of the kitchen window, her gaze taking in the view beyond the full-leaved trees, of the patchwork of green fields stretching up to the steep slopes of the high fells, she relished the new, almost strange, feelings stirring within her body. She was relaxed as never before and knew that she had at last found her true home and true self. 
Susan spent the afternoon dusting and cleaning, vacuuming the thick carpets and polishing the expensive, comfortable furniture that filled the rambling house. She realised that she was getting used to wearing her high heels whilst doing the housework and relished the way that her stocking-clad thighs rubbed together with a distinctly feminine swish as she moved around. She'd even got used to her short skirt riding up exposing her stocking tops as she dusted and polished and went from room to room. By now she'd even stopped bothering to pull her skirt down and excitedly thought what a slut she must look like, showing off her white panties like that! 
She enjoyed taking a few minute's rest every so often and languished in just sitting in a comfortable chair, smoking a cigarette and flicking through one of the many women's magazines which, she surmised, must have been provided for her by her men, then happily picking up the duster and resuming her housework. 
By six o'clock all of her Uncles had come back home and Grandfather had returned from his trip into town. 
Susan had finished preparing dinner for her men and felt very proud of her ability as a cook, as they obviously enjoyed the meal. 
With dinner finished, Susan's Uncles thanked her for the meal and each gave her a peck on the lips or cheek as they went to get ready for going out. Grandfather indicated that, after washing up, she should go to her room and get herself ready for their evening together, and suggested that she might like to take a long soak in the bath then doll herself up as it was going to be a special evening. 
So, after finishing her housework, Susan went upstairs, got undressed and took a long, hot, perfumed bath, then used the heated rollers, which she'd found earlier in the day, to do her long, blonde hair, making it curlier than before and framing her delicate features. 
She re-applied bright red nail varnish to her finger nails and also did her toe nails, then she selected some sexy, black lace underwear: bra, panties and suspender belt, together with black, fully-fashioned, seamed nylons. Susan decided to wear a beautiful red satin dress and a pair of red, five inch, strappy stilettos. 
When she was dressed, Susan did her makeup, using darker, but brighter colours for the evening, as she had noticed her mother had done, and chose a black choker form the jewellery box which looked so pretty around her slender neck. To finish her glamorous look, Susan clipped on a pair of gold, dangly, hooped earrings. 
As she dressed, Susan could hear her Uncle's laughter and good-natured teasing of eachother as they passed her bedroom door and went downstairs. She heard them leave the house and drive off to whichever pub or nightclub they had discussed at dinner. 
With mounting excitement, Susan realised that she was alone in the house with her Grandfather. 
When she was finally ready, Susan assessed her appearance in the bedroom dressing mirror and was very pleased with the results: silky, shining, curly, blonde hair, framing her pretty face accentuated by the dusky, grey eye shadow, long, thickly-coated eyelashes. She had used blusher that accentuated her cheeks and created a full-lipped, sensuous, deep crimson, pouting mouth. She felt wonderful wearing the gorgeous, short, clingy, satin dress and enjoyed the thrill of wearing the extremely high-heeled stilettos which made her arch her feet and thrust her pelvis forwards. Her little, red painted toes peeped from the straps of the shoes, and she thought that she looked ever so lovely. 
Susan then took some expensive perfume and sprayed it on her wrists, neck and under her skirt, onto her thighs and, as an afterthought, down the front of her panties. She picked out a small, red leather handbag and put into it her lipstick, face powder, blusher, eye shadow, mascara and perfume together with a pretty, white handkerchief. Then she took a packet of cigarettes from the many cartons that Granddad had placed in the wardrobe. Susan opened the packet and took one of the filter-tipped cigarettes from the pack. 
She noticed that the cigarette was much longer than the one's she'd smoked that day and that it looked so sophisticated and feminine as she daintily held it between her red-tipped, small, outstretched fingers. Uncle Ben had been right, she thought, she shouldn't have to smoke men's cigarettes any more. 
She lit her cigarette and replaced the packet in her handbag together with the gold lighter from her dressing table, the cigarette dangling from her red, glossy lips, and, taking a deep drag on her cigarette, minced across the room, teetering in her high heels and feeling so beautiful, hearing the swish of her stockings as her thighs rubbed together and the comforting tugging of her suspenders and, exhaling a cloud of blue cigarette smoke which swept around her, Susan left her bedroom. 
When Susan entered the large, richly furnished lounge, she saw that her Grandfather was sat on the long, comfortable settee watching the television. 
When he realised that she was there, he stood, smiling and held out his hand for her to take. 
Susan crossed the room walking very prettily, swinging her arms and holding her cigarette in a very lady-like fashion. 
Grandfather tenderly took Susan's hand and made her give him a little twirl by spinning her round gently. He admired her newly-curled hair, her slim, shapely figure, her alluring, rounded bottom, her beautiful, nylon-clad legs and her lovely makeup which accentuated her large, blue eyes and full, pouting, shiny, red lips. 
"My God, Sue," he said, "you look absolutely, bloody gorgeous! Sit down here and I'll pour a glass of wine." 
Susan sat down on the sofa as invited, and, smiling sweetly, said, "Thanks, Granddad, I tried to make myself as lovely as possible for you, I hope you like the way I look?" 
As Susan's Grandfather poured two glasses of wine at the cocktail cabinet, he turned his head and said, "You do, love, you look bloody great, love, you're an absolute, bloody stunner!" 
Susan was very pleased with his compliment and blushed as he passed her a glass of wine and lowered his huge frame onto the seat beside her. 
"I see you've found your cigarettes anyway," he said, as Susan delicately held her cigarette to her lips and took a drag. 
"Mmmm," she nodded, and blew a fine plume of blue smoke into the air. "Uncle Ben was right," she commented, "these ones are much more feminine than the one's you smoke." 
Susan's Grandfather said, "Our Jack and Ben will be all over you when they see you smoking now." 
Susan blushed at the thought of them fawning over her even more than they had done after breakfast, lunch and dinner. She took a sip of wine and was delighted to see the smear of red lipstick on the rim of the glass. 
Susan felt her Grandfather put his strong arm around her shoulders and placed his large, rough hand onto her pale, bare arm. He hugged her to him slightly and she nestled into his side feeling his warm, hard, muscular body offering her protection and security. 
Susan and her Grandfather sat watching the television, with Susan cuddling up to him. They chatted about the programmes and Susan realised that her Grandfather was very funny and clever and she enjoyed his conversation and company even more than she had expected. 
Grandfather was obviously very happy with Susan's work and told her that she was a very good housekeeper. He immediately refreshed Susan's glass when she had finished it and offered her a light when she wanted a cigarette. She felt warm and safe with her Grandfather and loved the way that he held her as they chatted and laughter together, drinking the sweet, white wine, smoking together, and enjoying eachother's company. 
After an hour or so, Grandfather, suggested that they listen to some music, so Susan offered to turn the television off and select a tape of her choice. Grandfather said, "It's okay, love, you stay there," and got up, switched off the television, then put on a tape of gentle, instrumental, background music. 
Susan watched him as he turned off several of the table lamps, making the room seem cosier and somehow warmer and more intimate. When he sat beside her again, he put his arm around her and bent to kiss her full, pouting, red lips. As he started to kiss Susan, he pulled Susan to his warm body and ran his hand up her stocking-clad thigh to caress the soft, naked flesh above her stocking-tops, fondling her suspenders as he did so. Susan responded by closing her eyes and parted her red, shiny lips, allowing him to put his thick tongue into her moist mouth. She sucked greedily on her Grandfather's tongue and reached up to feel the hairs at the back of his thick, strong neck and gently scratched him with her small, sharp, red nails. 
