Grandpa's Pet: Ch. 03

Jen slept in her grandpa's bed that night, but it wasn't a comfortable sleep. He slept, for sure, but even in his sleep his hands pawed at her, groping her tits and poking at her pussy. And that just added to the worries that disturbed her rest. She wondered what she had gotten into and whether it was worth it. She had always liked her grandpa, the way he treated her so nicely, and now she felt a bit sorry for him, and that all made giving him her body easier. But, she thought, if he was so nice, why would he threaten to throw her and her mom out if she didn't give herself to him. They had no place to go to, she knew, and so she decided she had to let him have what he wanted until they could make it on their own.

Morning came, and at breakfast Grandpa announced that he was taking Jenny shopping for clothes.

"That's nice of you, Dad," Sally said, and then turned to her daughter.

"Jenny, you be sure to get things that Grandpa likes," she said, "and don't pick expensive things either."

Out to the car, then, and off to the mall, where Grandpa let Jenny pick the stores to shop in. She picked outfits to try on that she thought looked nice, and then came out of the dressing room to model them for her grandfather. He had said she could buy three outfits, and by lunchtime she had them, nice clothes that grandpa said looked good on her. She thanked him with a kiss on the cheek, though she knew he'd prefer more; after all they were in a public place. They grabbed a quick lunch at the food court and returned to the car.

As they drove, grandpa said, "one more place for clothes, Jenny, special ones I'd like you to wear for me."

Jennifer grew a bit apprehensive, and her fears were confirmed when they pulled up in front of a boutique with half-naked mannequins dressed in rubber and leather in the window.

"No, Grandpa," Jenny protested, "those things are for sluts and worse. I don't want to wear them."

"I don't care if you want to," he snapped, "I want you to. You're my pet, and you'll wear what I tell you."

"No, Grandpa, please," she pleaded.

"Ok," he told her, "then get out of the car and walk the ten miles back to the house, if you can find your way. Or give some stranger a blow job for directions and a ride. Either way, you'll find your stuff on the street when you get there."

"That's not nice," she protested, "I thought you were going to be nice to me."

"Sure," he answered, "as long as you're a well-behaved pet. Now make up your mind."

"Let's go in," Jenny said with sad resignation, "I'll wear what you want."

A middle-aged woman in a red latex sheath dress greeted them, and grandpa told her what he was looking for. The woman selected some outfits in Jenny's size and led her to the dressing room.

"That looks wonderful on you," she said as she helped Jenny get the zipper down the front of a skin-tight black latex dress.

Well, sort of a dress. There were cut-outs for breasts, and Jenny's were squeezed thought the holes and pushed up and out by the tight ring of rubber.

"Put on these black stilettos," she said, "and we'll go show your master how you look."

"Master?" Jenny questioned in her mind. "It must be because I'm his pet. I guess they know about it."

Jennifer blushed a bright red when she stepped out to show her grandpa the outfit. There were other people in the store now, and they all were looking at her.

"Doesn't she look good, sir," the clerk said to Jenny's grandfather, "just see how it emphasizes her perky young tits." The woman reached from behind and cupped Jenny's breasts in her hands to model it for the old man.

"She sure does," answered grandpa, and then he turned to another, younger, man in the boutique. "What do you think?" he asked the stranger as he took his granddaughter's breasts from the clerk and into his own hands.

The other man commented favorably, and grandpa added, "Check out the feel too. I think it's good, but I'd like another opinion.

Jenny was appalled, but a glance from her grandpa told her she'd best not complain. She stood there, then, as the stranger grasped her breasts, squeezing and pulling and twisting them.

"She's got real nice tits in or out of the dress," said the man, "but I do think the dress enhances them."

"Thanks for your opinion," said grandpa, and, turning to the clerk, declared "we'll take it."

And so it went for a few more outfits, with grandpa finally deciding on just one more, a silk lingerie set in red, with matching high-heeled slippers.

"One last thing, pet," he said to Jenny, and he led her to a wall of leather goods.

"A proper pet needs a collar, you know," he explained, and added, "you can pick your own."

Jenny looked at the display on the wall and wanted to run screaming from the store. She didn't really think of herself as his pet in that way.

Grandpa responded to her hesitation, whispering in her ear, "with a collar, you won't have to walk home."

Jenny swallowed what little pride she had left and picked a black patent leather one studded with rhinestones. The clerk fitted it snugly around Jenny's neck and took her to a mirror to see it.

"It's not too bad, I guess," she thought as she looked at herself, "it's something like a choker necklace anyway."

She came back to show it to grandpa, and he approved. "Need a leash, too," he said, and picked a matching one from the wall.

Over to the counter then, and everything was packed and paid for, except the collar. Grandpa had Jenny keep it on.

"That was embarrassing, Grandpa," she complained as they got in the car.

"You can still walk, if you want to," he snapped at her, and she just sat quietly as they began the ride back home.

They joined the highway just behind an18-wheeler, and Sam soon pulled out to pass the truck. As they pulled up alongside the tractor, the driver had his eye on Jenny and his foot on the pedal. There was no way he was going to let them pass until he'd seen enough of the girl.

"Looks like the old man likes you, Pet," Grandpa observed.

"Yes, it does," replied Jenny, a bit amused at the gray-haired driver's interest in her.

"Why don't you give him a little treat, Honey?" Grandpa suggested.

"What do you mean?" Jenny replied.

"Flash him some boob," Grandpa suggested. "I'm sure he'd like a look at those perky young tits," he added, echoing the sales clerk's comments.

Jenny hesitated for a moment, but then quickly unbuttoned her blouse. "I guess it wouldn't hurt," she thought to herself, "and it might be fun."

She turned towards the trucker, and he sounded his approval and gratitude with along blast on his horn.

"Seems he does like it," said Jenny to her grandfather, and she threw her shoulders back to show a bit more.

Another long blast of the horn met that display, and Sam told Jenny to hold them up and play with them for the old guy.

"Grandpa!" Jenny exclaimed, "No!"

"Go ahead, Pet," Sam said, "make the old man happy."

Jenny complied, and earned an extended sounding of the diesel's horn. She couldn't help but laugh a little over the driver's enthusiasm, and treated him to some more boob play.

Just then, Sam accelerated and pulled in front of the truck.

"We don't want to cause an accident, now," he said as he flashed the hazard lights three times.

They were coming up to a parking area, then, and Sam signalled to exit. As they slowed on the ramp, Jenny looked in the side mirror and saw the truck was following them.

"Grandpa," she asked apprehensively, "what are you doing?"

"No big thing," he said as he came to a stop in the vacant parking area, "just get out and do what I tell you."

Jenny did as she was told, and hoped that Sam wouldn't demand too much of her. The truck came to a halt behind them, and the trucker hopped down from his cab to meet the two of them on the hidden side of the truck.

"Hi," said Grandpa, "I'm Sam, and this is my Pet, Jenny."

"Pleased to meet you both," said the driver, "I'm Jake."

"Well, Jake," Grandpa said, "I thought you might like a good look at Jenny's tits without risking an accident."

"I sure would, Sam," he responded, smiling as he leered at Jenny's cleavage in her unbuttoned blouse.

"Give him a good look, girl," ordered Grandpa, and Jenny pulled her blouse open so Jake could ogle as much as he wanted.

"They're just beautiful, Jenny," said Jake, adding, "thanks Sam, I really appreciate that."

"Why don't you get yourself a good feel of them, too, Jake," Grandpa suggested.

"Can I?" the driver asked, smiling at Jenny.

"He's a complete goddamn stranger," Jenny thought to herself, "but I let that guy in the store feel me up and he didn't even ask." She smiled back at Jake and pulled her blouse back while pushing her breasts forward.

"If Grandpa says you can," answered Jenny, and Jake's hands quickly cupped Jenny's breasts.

He squeezed and massaged them as if they were the most precious things he'd ever handled, and it not only felt good to Jenny, but it also made her feel good to make the man so happy. And the man was clearly getting quite aroused.

"We can't have Jake behind the wheel in this state, Pet," Grandpa said, "give him a hand to help him relax."

Jenny knew just what Sam meant, and she slipped her hands down to Jake's bulge, massaging it with one hand while the other lowered his zipper. Jake gasped with pleasure as she reached into his pants and took out his stiffened cock. She began to stroke it rhythmically from root to tip, playing on it with her fingers as her hand slid down and up its length, and Jake's play with her breasts unconsciously fell into the same rhythm. She felt his body tensing, and she quickened her tempo to make him cum. His hands quickened their pace, too, and his rapid twirling and twisting of her nipples had Jenny aroused as well. She was sighing as she felt him go rigid, but still she thought to put her free hand in front of his cock to catch his jism. And there was plenty to catch. Jake came as if he been building it up for months, and it quickly filled her hand and overflowed into the one she was stroking him with. Jake sighed and relaxed as his last spurts dripped into Jenny's hands, and an incredible silly grin came over his face.

"God,' he said, "thank you, thank you." He looked back and forth from Jenny to Sam, not entirely sure of exactly who should be thanked.

He suddenly realized that the girl's hands were full of his cum, and he let go of her breasts to pull a red bandana from his pocket. He took Jenny's hands gently in his, and began to wipe her off with his big handkerchief. When he was satisfied that she was clean, he wiped his softening organ and folded the bandana in on itself before stuffing it back in his pocket.

"Thank you," said Jenny to Jake as she smiled appreciatively at him, "it was nice of you to clean up." She thought to herself that Grandpa had been nice about it as well. She had expected worse, but he had said it would be nothing big, and he kept to his word. "Besides," she thought, "it felt pretty good."

"Give Jake a nice kiss goodbye, Pet," Sam instructed, and Jenny put her arms around Jake's neck and stood up on her toes to give him a sweet kiss on the lips. "Goodbye, Jake," she offered as she finished the kiss.

"Time to go, Pet," Sam announced; "nice to meet you, Jake."

"The pleasure was mine," laughed Jake as he returned to the cab.

Back in the car, back on the road, and soon they were home. Sally had finished the day's housework and was sitting with a cup of tea when they arrived.

"Nice choker," her mom said cheerfully when she saw the collar, "are you going to show me your other things?"

"Sure, Mom, in a bit," she replied, and wondered if her mother knew what the choker really was and what she'd think if she saw her daughter in all of the new outfits.