Mistress to Grandfather Ch. 05

My delicious granddaughter was keeping step with me as we descended into the kitchen, the ruby collar on her white throat marking her as mine. Abby, I thought, seeing her tight young butt bob enticingly, thrust out by her high heels, was worth giving up all the others for.

She turned back to gather her long incredible hair to bare her neck to me and throw me a sultry smile. I scanned that appetizing body of hers, marked with my bites. 20 years old, untried, willing to try anything and so aware of her power over me, not to mention I don't think any other woman has ever given me a blowjob as if it gave her more pleasure than it did me. I had only to look at her firm tits and smell her pussy to be reduced to a sniveling lapdog – it was all I could do to not follow her honeypot around with my tongue wagging.

I had had way too many young women to count and wielded way too much power outside the bedroom for this thrill of domination to be a novelty. What I loved about Abby apart from her youthful sexual energy was her ability to play the damsel...I loved a woman I could dominate but what I loved even more was a strong woman who made a show of being reluctant while enjoying what I was doing to her. And I relished the knowledge that I was the first and only man she had allowed these liberties to – the thought of being the only man who got his hands and mouth on her ripeness gave me an erection. And this tasty kitten was my own granddaughter! The knowledge of taboo made me even hotter. I wanted her pregnant and permanently in my bed, giving me more children.

She paused at the foot of the staircase, massaging those gorgeous boobs of hers and fiddling with the large red teats I could feast on all day. Dipping her hand down into her cunt, she spread her legs on her heels, one foot on the last step, and masturbated before me, holding my famished gaze. I smacked my lips seeing her swivel her sweet derriere as her pussy hair started glistening with her juices and she started coming, throwing back her head and closing her eyes as she wept softly. Her pleasure sounds were the most erotic thing I have heard in all my many years of sex - endless moans and incessant faint whimpers that drove me over the edge. At 72, I had my pick of beautiful young ladies but this Lolitaesque creature with her taunting smiles and libido like a she-wolf in heat was a prize.

As I reached her, she licked her fingers and chuckled, "I can see why you like me so much."

I didn't say anything, anticipating the meal ahead. As we entered the kitchen she took in the empty table and understood what I had in mind, grinning naughtily as she ran a finger down my chest to my belly. I wanted to fuck her violently and was in no mood for games. She gasped as I picked her up and placed her on the table, those wicked heels framing her moist little treasure trove, its fecund exotic scent wafting to my experienced nostrils.

Taking down the whipped cream from the fridge, I moved to her and the astute little slut spread herself out on the table, craving my touch and mouth. She made passionate little sounds as I applied the cream all over her sinful body. Her bee-stung lips that sucked my finger as I spread the cream on them, the swan-like neck that she first offered to me a few days ago, her incredible pomegrenates that I was growing addicted to, the taut little waist that reminded me how small and virginal my granddaughter was, the sexy deep navel that I was dying to suck the cream from, and that juicy cunt of hers which had succoured me for hours and that would only be made more delightful with cream.

Once I was done, I stood back to regard my handiwork.

"My favourite dessert..." I rasped bending to kiss her as I took her wrists and held her captive.

My tongue wiped her neck clean and I moved down to her lovely breasts, enjoying their shape and weight in my large hands as I roughly teased her with my mouth,

"Mmm...delicious..."

The sight of my vulnerable granddaughter at my mercy at the height of sexual bliss, skin blushing, eyes closed and lip biting back squeals pushed me to my most carnal. I knew I was a dirty old man leaning over a lush piece of ass who three years ago I couldn't have touched without going to jail. But now...I was like a mongrel with a piece of meat.

Bending to her armpit, I sniffed and licked it roughly, "All clean and shaved for your grandpa. Oh yesss Abby."

She giggled and caressed my thighs with her heels, cooing as my nose found its way to between her breasts and I rubbed between them as my tongue trailed large and thick, in canine fashion, down her creamy stomach. Her hands tightened in my thick hair and I got on all fours above her, lapping at her navel and burrowing my nose into the slight mound above her sexy mons.

She meowed like a cat, wobbling her bum, "Ooh Jack, you horndog, fuck oh...." I liked the sound of my name on her lips.

It had seemed weird at first since only Claire ever called me that but now I found I was turned on by my sweet morsel sighing it out at increasingly loud volume.

"A horndog eh?" I barked playfully, grinning lewdly as I held her gaze, sticking my long tongue out and panting while descending between her legs. I barked again and clamped my jaws at her cunt full of whipped cream, making her scream, before stuffing my face into her cunt and shaking my head vigorously. Abby almost tore my hair off, coming off the bed with an unearthly screech which continued as I attacked her pussy like a real dog would, biting and spitting and tugging as I drank the river of juice gushing into my thirsty mouth.

Giving her respite once I was done I let her sigh, "Ohhh Jack you're so powerful. I feel so...mmm...abused..."

I flipped her over and started pushing into her tight butt, kissing down her back like a frenzied animal, biting and licking till she came. Then I grabbed her waist and pulled her up till she was on all fours.

Freeing herself, my little bitch started to crawl away but I wasn't done yet. I pulled her back and mounted her as she yelped, tearing her asshole as I conquered it. I stroked her pendulous breasts roughly drilling her from behind and biting her soft neck as she cried. I orgasmed after she did and before she could collapse back onto the table, moved down to bite her buttcheeks, sticking my tongue into her hole and swiping in and out as I gnawed,

"This muffin of yours...mmm...makes my mouthwater...MMMM...." Her screams echoed through the house. Thank god I had given the servants a holiday.

Much later, I carried my exhausted princess up to the bathroom to shower. And more...