Mistress to Grandfather Ch. 01

My grandfather Jack was a powerful, handsome man in his 70s. Despite his age, he was in fantastic shape and health, going swimming and running for miles, continuing to attend board meetings for the corporate empire he had built, and retaining an active sex life.

This last was in evidence from the number of barely-legal nubile nymphets who were always stumbling out of his bedroom in the morning, clutching their clothes as they made their way, hardly able to walk, to the front door of his mansion. What they had in common, apart from knockout bodies and airhead countenances, was this dreamy smile on their faces, as if they had just had the most amazing sex in their lives. And it was probably true, judging by the gossip and rumours I became privy to through socialite circles, internet tattlers and servants' tongue-wagging.

My grandfather, six feet tall and muscular with a shock of salt-and-pepper hair and a tanned, sharp-featured face, had developed quite a reputation for being a playboy ever since my grandmother died twenty years ago. She was relatively young, extraordinarily beautiful and it was cancer that had taken her. He had been very much devoted to her in their years together, despite his standing and stature as a formidable tycoon known for being feared by most in the corporate establishment, and after her death had given himself over to some of the more venal excesses that come with that territory it seemed. It appeared as if he couldn't go a day without ploughing some stunning siren in her late teens or early 20s.

As for me, Abby, I have inherited the good looks in my family, if I might say so myself. A killer body, if petite at five foot four inches, with voluptuous, large-nippled breasts that are slightly big for my frame, tiny waist and slender hips that flow into toned legs – men routinely turn heads when I walk down the street.

I have long black hair which reach my shoulders, full lips and expressive blue eyes that have routinely been called "intelligent". I mean, I guess I am in a sense. I am a philosophy student at one of the country's best universities and consistently top my class. The combination of beauty and brains is often too intimidating for men and thus I remained single and virginal till my 20th birthday. When my grandfather took me as a lover.

My parents were holidaying in Europe that year and I encouraged them to miss my birthday because I knew it would only make matters logistically complicated for them to fly back to ring in my 20th. School had just gotten out for the summer and so I flew directly to Grandfather's mansion, figuring I would celebrate with the only other relative I had.

My stay there that time was the one that confirmed all the murmurs regarding his carnal career. Every morning, as I got out to take a walk, I would see women my age leave his bedroom, throwing me smiles that suggested "if only you know what you're missing...". This piqued my curiosity but obviously, there wasn't much I could ask or say. After all, this was my grandfather. At the same time though, a slow awareness of him as a man had begun to dawn on me. I would watch him emerge from the pool, his athletic body dripping wet, or on his way back from his evening run when his strong legs and – dare I say it – tight ass rippled with sinew. His wit and charm were another thing and far more arousing to the smart girl in me – he always making me laugh and we would have spirited debates about all sorts of topics from politics to literature to sports. Slowly, I began to get infatuated with him, playing with my hair and flirting with him uncertainly, partly afraid he would notice and become scandalised.

To my surprise, he flirted back gamely and I sensed a growing sexual realization from his end too, all wicked glints in his eyes and husky double entendres. Once I even arranged to have him see me fresh from my bath in a short bathrobe, my skin pink from the hot water and hair tousled and damp. Let me emphasise that he liked what he saw, lust lighting his green eyes as he took in the globes peeking out from the robe's parting, the ass moulded by the material, the thighs just visible and glistening with moisture.

I started wearing figure-hugging tees and shorts around the house, which he definitely responded to, as I could gather from the appreciative look in his eyes whenever he saw me. I would make sure to try and reach for jars on high shelves in the kitchen so he could see my breasts straining against the T-shirt as I vulnerably stretched before him before requesting that he help. He obliged by moving behind me and making sure his hard chest touched my back as he took down whatever it was I wanted, his erect cock brushing my butt.

The eye contact grew hotter and both of us knew exactly what we were doing. I once requested he zip me up in a little back dress as I went out for drinks with a female neighbor who had invited me to a club. The dress was fairly conservative but when you have an expanse of creamy young skin punctuated only by a delicate bra strap, it ceases to matter right? My grandfather got up from the sofa where he was reading a magazine and came up behind me. I could smell his clean, musky scent and felt his strong fingers momentarily trace the strap and linger on my back before pulling up the zipper.

He didn't release me immediately, placing his hands on my waist for a second and I felt his breath on my ear as he smelt my hair before letting me go. I turned and thanked him. He waved it away, "The pleasure's all mine." The odd formal phrasing and the low, suggestive way in which he emphasised "pleasure" sent a curl of anticipation tingling through my body. A body he was raking his gaze down in a very male way, nothing grandfatherly about it. I ran a hand through my long hair and gathered it to one side as I returned his look, exposing my slender neck to him and letting him have a glimpse of what lay beneath the LBD, noticing his visible erection. He cottoned onto the implication and smirked at me as I turned and left.

The next morning, having passed a supermodel on the landing, while I was reading the newspaper at breakfast, he came in to make coffee. My considerable cleaveage was visible as I bent over the table and announced,

"There's a flood in Bangladesh."

He turned to fix his gaze at my chest and drawled, "Glad to see you're keeping abreast of current affairs, little one."

I took a second to absorb what he had just said, then straightened and said, "Yes it's very wet down south."

He quirked his eyebrow respectfully, "That must be...hard."

The tension had reached a level where we were verbally fornicating through weather reports. "I hope something is done about it soon." I finished, turning back to go to my room, hips swaying suggestively in my short shorts.

That night there was a fundraising gala for one of the many charities my grandfather supported and the next day was my 20th birthday. I soaked for a while in the bathtub, masturbating to the thought of my grandfather taking me, then applied strawberry body cream to my nude body with a vague desire to make it taste good. I decided to dress up and show my grandfather what he was missing. No more supermodels, I decided. He had to man up and accept that what he wanted was a woman he could spar with. And it wasn't as if he didn't find me hot.

I chose a gown I had picked out earlier in the year with some college friends. A daring backless number with plunging neckline that emphasized my lush breasts and slim waist and a pair of heels held up by a single strap. I wore my hair loose and swept to one side since I knew the effect that had on him and sinful lace lingerie that I hoped would get seen by him before the night was up. As someone who had never even had a boyfriend before this, you might wonder if it was true that I managed to wield this kind of confidence, but with all the signs pointing to Grandfather's interest in me, I knew that it was a matter of letting him pursue me once he knew how receptive I was. An alpha male like my Grandfather needed but a sign to capture prey. Spritzing some perfume onto my erogenous zones, I descended the stairs to see him waiting for me with his date.

Jealously I regarded this rival and noted her voluptuous frame and cascading blonde hair as she clung inanely to my grandfather, looking at him with adoring eyes and stroking his arm dim-wittedly. I coolly met his eyes as I came down and the smolderingly hot response I got almost had me tripping. He was devouring me with his eyes, masculine hunger blazing in those green depths. I smiled seductively as I reached him, making sure he knew I knew what was on his mind. He introduced me to his lady friend whom I dismissed almost immediately, much to the amusement of Grandfather. He would not be going to be bed with her if I had any say in the matter.

The gala was a long and tedious affair, full of people either too old to chat up or too stupid to string a sentence together. I kept catching Grandfather's eye from across the room and staring at him long and deep. After a few glasses of wine, I got a bit bolder and licked my lips as I sipped my drink, turned around for his benefit so he could see my naked back and discreetly brushed my fingers against my cleavage to draw his attention to it.

It was quarter to midnight when, in the midst of a conversation with a bunch of old men all ogling me, I felt his strong hand on my waist and his hot breath on my ear as he bent to whisper, "Shall we leave, princess?"

I turned to look at him and there was no mistaking the heat. "Your birthday celebration awaits." He added, leaving no doubt about what he had in mind. The blonde bimbo seemed to have disappeared. I nodded haughtily, not allowing him to see my excitement, and took his arm as we exited.

The sexual tension was getting unbearable. As soon as we got into the car, Grandfather rolled up the partition between us and the driver and grabbed my hair as he pulled my head back, his mouth descending onto mine. It was a sizzling kiss, our tongues dueling and fighting for dominance as our lips stung each other. My arms looped around his neck as his hands slid down to my waist, stroking my body and setting it ablaze. I almost whimpered in protest when the car stopped and he pulled back.

Alighting, he pulled me out and we almost ran to the front door. The servants had the night off, which was a good thing because anyone who saw us then would have known what was going to transpire. Rushing inside, Grandfather pinned me to the wall next to the door, his hands on my waist and his lips nuzzling my cheek and sucking my earlobe. I was panting but found the strength to push him away. He growled in frustration and I could see why people were afraid of crossing him.

Holding him at arm's length, I said, "Grandpa I want to make it worthwhile, not be taken against a wall my first time."

He frowned, "You're a virgin?"

I nodded, then taking advantage of his confusion, pushed down the straps of the gown, letting it pool at my feet. I think my grandfather, for all his experience and control, busted a nut seeing his 50-years younger granddaughter leaning against a wall in a black lacy bra and panties and heels. Holding his salivating gaze and licking my lips again before biting the lower one suggestively, I raised my arms above my head to thrust up plump breasts, reveal my deep navel indenting a flat, milky white belly and draw his attention to my barely-there panties affording a tantalizing glimpse of my treasures, the heels making apparent the strength of my thighs as they held up my ass.

"All yours, untouched." I breathed throatily.

Recovering and moving towards me, Grandfather smiled wickedly, "Looks like the birthday present is for me to unwrap. Hmmm. Where shall I begin?"

I giggled like a little girl and looked up at him faux-imploringly, "Please be gentle, Grandpa."

As his magic hands skimmed my waist, I understood how well my grandfather had mastered his impulses to become a good lover, given the cock straining at his pants and the drool beginning to form in his mouth as his hands moved to my breasts. I hadn't bothered to move my arms down, preferring to keep up the act of being at his mercy...I could see how turned on he was by that. His hands gently squeezed my breasts, moulding them and weighing them, plucking my nipples through my bra.

"So beautiful," he murmured, "your tits look delectable."

I was beginning to get wet even as he massaged them, closing my eyes and breathing heavily.

"All for your Grandpa Jack," he got rougher, bending his head to lick my neck in deft strokes, before lingering to suckle my throat patiently and slowly. Then he moved down to nuzzle my breasts with his lips over the bra, still refraining from doing anything more than pressing them with his strong fingers, pinching the nipples through the lace and following up by rubbing his open mouth against the bra. I sighed and brought my arms down to fist his hair and hold his head to my chest when he looked up and ordered,

"No. I want you captive to my attentions."

The command in his voice undid me as I returned my arms to their original position, my breasts snugly fitted in the small bra, begging to be mauled. Bending to them as he reverently kissed the convex protrusions above the bra for the first time making me whimper he added slyly,

"Besides, the way your tits look offered up like this...mmmm."

He groaned pumping them and nestling his nose in my cleavage, the material scraping my soft skin. I almost came from his sudden aggression, whimpering again and moving my heeled foot up his thigh.

He moved his hands down my waist and licked a straight path from below my breasts to my navel, he moved his tongue in my belly button. As I looked down at him helplessly, locking my left foot around his broad back, he pried my ass from the wall, smoothing his large hands over my buttcheeks and nibbling at my navel gently, his tongue swirling inside, as his lips soothed the soft abrasions of his teeth. I squirmed and sighed, much to his delight, moving my left leg restlessly on his shouder as he groaned,

"Your skin...mmm...tastes like strawberries Abby, did you...mmmm...slather something on for me?"

I nodded, unable to speak as he moved down and nuzzled the super-sensitive area just above my mons where my panties began. He looked up to meet my gaze, licking his lips,

"Nothing like fresh, tender granddaughter to satisfy a craving." He stuck his nose into my crotch and inhaled, the lace chafing my wet pussy with an intensely pleasurable friction, moaning, "MMMM...so sweet and wet, my hot little sex kitten..."

I moaned then, a loud keening sound, "Ooh grandpa", involuntarily pushing my hips forward into his waiting tongue. I couldn't take it any more and brought my arms down to clutch his grey hair as he mildly bit my clit through the panties, making me moan again as I wriggled against the wall.

He chuckled then and left off, eyes shining triumphantly and arrogantly as he looked up still holding me, "This is your punishment for teasing me with that sinful bombshell body of yours, making me want to rip off your clothes and fuck you senseless for days now, dreaming of keeping you pliant and sated in my bed as I impregnate you again and again"

Getting aroused as I was by his plans to dominate and ravish me, I removed my leg from his back and ruffled his hair as he continued to kneel, "Grandpa you horny bastard," I whispered, "I can't wait to see you naked with your beautiful cock inside me."

He grinned and got up, pulling me to him, "I will make you my mistress, and you will bear my children." Sucking my ear, he continued, "Silk and roses and strawberry cream...I'll keep you occupied enough to never leave the bedroom...you won't be able to walk when I'm through with you, my cockteasing granddaughter."

I gasped at the way his hands were rubbing my ass, wiggling provocatively in his arms as I moved my hands up his chest and ground against his penis, "I like the sound of that. But you'll raise our child till I complete school."

He nodded, his eyes gentling, "You're exactly like your grandmother in beauty and spirit. I can't think of a better mother for more children." With that, he tightened his hands on my butt, picked me up and, burying his face in my pinkened breasts, started striding towards his bedroom, our sexual greed no longer belied by outward control as I clutched his shoulders and threw back my head to allow my 70+-year-old grandfather (and soon to be father of my children) access to my ripe young body.