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Getting Spoiled

By: SweetestThing



Author's Note: This story contains sex between an 18 year old woman and an older family member. As usual, it takes a while for the sex to start but once it does in Chapter 3 it's a little dirtier than my stories tend to be and maybe not for everyone but I hope some of you enjoy it all the same.

Chapter One: The World's your fuckin' Oyster

Nicole Hastings sat nervously in the chair she'd been shown to. She was in one of the oldest and most expensive hotels in the entire city. She was not accustomed to a place this fancy. The Hastings of suburban Chicago were more of a Applebee's or TGI Friday's kind of family. She felt out of place. Being in her school uniform wasn't helping matters along. Ironically, it was one of the very few outfits she had that was somewhat appropriate for her setting as it consisted of a knee length blue plaid skirt, white dress shirt, blue and white tie and monogrammed blazer. She imagined, as she looked around the room, that if the fancy people had ever brought their children to eat here, their children would be wearing something along the lines of what she was wearing.

The problem was, being an 18 year old Senior who had developed early and to an extent that most girls never did, Nicole did not look like a child. Her long, raven hair fell artfully in front of her face, cut in a bob that was designed to look sexy and effortless but which had actually taken the better part of a few hours and cost her near 200 dollars. The tight white dress shirt and monogrammed blazer bulged quite noticeably with the very large breasts that she had which seemed to run in the family. Her grandmother and mother both were busty women and though both had cautioned her about a future of a sore lower back, both had also told her to enjoy them now while she was young and they were still as perky and firm as any other 18 year old's. Her skirt may have been an appropriate length but even the sight of her long, lean calves and shins was more than enough to please any Man who was old-fashioned enough to call himself a leg man. A man who considered himself more of a fan of backsides would have had nothing to complain about either, given the way the tight plaid skirt hugged her firm, rounded derriere. More than a few male diners, and perhaps a female or two, had been quite disappointed when she'd been shown her seat by the Maitre'D, meaning they could no longer enjoy the sight of hers. No, Nicole looked less like a child than she did a hooker for men with a very pronounced schoolgirl fetish and bottomless pockets. As she caught some glances from around the room, Nicole began to worry that some people had that very thought and were either very disapproving or wondering if they could afford her rates. She self consciously shrank in her chair, slumping forward a bit and trying to pull her skirt a little lower so she was showing as little leg as possible. She didn't want to encourage the stares.

"Would the young miss like something to drink while she waits?" her waiter, a very well dressed waiter in his 40's, asked politely.

"You probably would ID the girls in school uniforms who ask for booze, wouldn't you?" She asked glumly, without a lot of hope

"We'd be pretty foolish if we didn't." He nodded

"Then a Diet Coke would just be peachy." She smiled thinly as she asked, handing the wine list she'd been given over.

Nicole barely even knew why she was there in the first place. It was to spend her time with grandfather, sure, but she had no clue why she was alone. Or why she'd had to meet him downtown instead of him visiting their house like a normal Grandparent would. But then, she didn't really have a normal relationship with her grandfather. She'd only even met him once. He'd been some kind of bigshot and had gotten very rich in something or other and had relocated to the Bahamas for tax purposes before Nicole had even been born. So Nicole had very vague childhood memories of a trip to the Islands when she'd been 5. That had just been for a week though and apparently there'd been a falling out between her Mother and her Grandfather shortly thereafter. She didn't know why exactly. Something about her mother not approving of his new girlfriend. Every time the subject of her Grandfather came up, Nicole's mother would frown and change the subject. So Nicole didn't understand why her mother had told her to meet him at all. Or why she wouldn't come. They'd argued about it at Breakfast that morning.

"So I have to go but you and Dad and Maddy don't?" She'd fumed, she'd wanted to go to the Mall after school. Not have to take the bus into the city.

"Your Father is working and your sister has a soccer game." Heather Hastings had said to her oldest daughter "And your Grandfather and I don't get along."

"So why do I have to go at all?"

"It isn't my idea honey." Her mother had sounded very much like a general giving an order to loyal troops that he'd been ordered to give after losing a power struggle "But your Father pointed out that it's the Educational trust that your Grandfather set up that's going to be paying for College so if you want to be able to go to Northwestern and not have to work two jobs to cover your student loans then you should just go into the city, talk to him for a few minutes and then come home."

And Nicole had grumbled and pouted but had relented. So that's why she was there, in a fancy hotel, being looked at like a very expensive hooker and sipping on a Diet Coke instead of at the mall, trying to find a dress that would be sure to catch Tyler Hampton's eye at Paul D'Agastino's party on Saturday. 

"So you're her then?" The gruff voice exclaimed, rousing her from her thoughts of partying. Nicole had looked up to see a man she'd only half remembered through hazy memories and out-of-date pictures. But there was no doubting it was him. Victor Murphy was an easy man to identify. He was imposingly large and thick and looked to be at least a foot taller than Nicole's 5'4 frame. His hair was still mainly a rich, dark black although there was enough grey at the temples to indicate his age. His age, for that matter, was something that Nicole couldn't immediately place. He looked like he could be anywhere from 55 to 70. But Nicole knew he had to be on the older side of that divide. Her mother was 41, after all. 

"Um, yeah. I'm Nicole." She said with a shy smile, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. She didn't know if she should stand up to greet him or what. She made a move to do so but he waved her down.

"Stay in your seat, I'm not the damn Pope." He said, sitting down. He was surprisingly quick and spry for someone his age. The more Nicole surveyed him, the less made sense. Nicole knew he had money. That explained the fancy suit he was wearing. But it looked out of place. He looked harsh, weathered and with what looked like a day's worth of grey stubble. His voice sounded like an Irish-American gangster you'd see in a movie from the 50's. He fidgeted in the pricey suit to the extent that it looked like he'd never worn one before, like he'd only worn it to impress the judge on the day of his sentencing. He had harsh, piercing grey eyes that seemed to be curiously examining her.

"You got your mother's eyes, anyway." He said. Nicole gave a shy smile. People often told her that. Their eyes were both a rich, Irish green. 

"And good teeth too. Guess there was a plus that she married a dentist after all." He continued assessing her. Nicole was about to respond to this when she noticed that his eyes, as many men's tended to, had gone down to her chest. She felt mortified for a second before he clarified.

"And she sent you to that same hoity-toity school she went to I see." Nicole nodded, relieved. The crest on her blazer.

"Yeah, Mom always said she loved St. Benedict's."

"Not my fucking idea, I can tell you that much." Victor said as he picked up the menu that'd been waiting for him. "Spending that kind of money on a school never made sense to me. I mean, what, do they teach a different history to rich kids? Like they let you in on the 6 secret presidents we had before Washington?"

"Um...." Nicole was certainly not used to hearing an adult swear like this. So brazenly and casual. Her usual quick wit was definitely put off.

"That was your grandmother's idea, I can tell you that right now." Victor said, snapping his fingers for the waiter who quickly responded and was at his side "Whisky. And none of that Scottish garbage. Jameson's. Neat. And pour it like you've got a pair." 

The waiter nodded, a little embarrassed. Nicole felt a little embarrassed for him. Nicole might have felt a little out of place in the restaurant but her Grandfather, among the fine white linen table-clothes and the polished silverware seemed like a shark in the middle of a desert. She sat uncomfortably as her Grandfather kept looking at the menu. 

"I tell you, I don't understand what half of this French shit is." He said, shaking his head. "Up to me I'd have gone to Morton's but your father told me you're a vegetarian."

"I eat fish..." 

"What, the Fish don't feel it like the cows do?"

"No, it's just..."

"And let me tell you, I've hooked some big Marlins and Swordfish in my day and if the idea is you're saving just the nice animals those things are ten times as worth being saved as a goddamn Chicken. You ever been around chickens, kid? My mother used to keep 'em in our back-yard. They're two steps away from being retarded, I can tell you."

"It's really more of a health thing." Nicole felt as though she couldn't get a word in edgewise.

"Well, just so you know," Vic continued "I understand watching your figure and everything but back in my day we had gals like Monroe and Mansfield who looked like they'd seen a steak or two in their lives. Didn't bother us one bit. Made 'em look like if you got them back to your place they'd be soft and fun, not like they'd break if you bent 'em wrong like most of the girls today."

Nicole just nodded and tried as surreptitiously as she could to look under the table at her phone to check the time. The waiter returned with the glass of Whisky Vic had ordered, near full, and stood nervously. 

"Ready to order?" He asked, clearly hoping to clear the table early. "We have some very good specials today including a poached...."

"You fellas will cook a steak, right?"

"Yes sir we have several excellent cuts...."

"Porterhouse, rare. With a potato on the side." Victor snapped quickly, like a man used to having his orders taken and followed.

"Excellent. And for the lady?" 

"Um, the salad. Waldorf Salad." Nicole said with an apologetic smile. If the waiter noticed it, he didn't react.

The two of them sat together in relative silence for the next few minutes. There may have been a genetic bond between the two of them but they certainly didn't know each other and Nicole guessed that they wouldn't have all that much in common. Still, there was something that had been on Nicole's mind since he'd shown up.

"So what should I call you?" She asked. She was unsure of this. She vaguely remembered calling him Grampa when she'd met him as a child but that would seem awkward. And the only people who did know him, like her mother and grandmother, tended to speak of him in uncomplimentary terms. Victor looked like the question caught him off guard a bit too and was something he needed to think about. 

"I don't know. Whatever you want I guess. Gramps or Grampa or Vic, it's all fine by me." He finally said with a shrug. Nicole nodded. She wouldn't press the issue. She'd see where the meal went. 

Their food came relatively quickly and they set about eating. While it may have been Nicole who wanted to get out of there, Vic was clearly the hungrier of the two and began carving up his steak just almost before it'd been set down in front of him. Nicole was picking at her own salad gingerly, really just concentrating on the fruit and walnuts that it liberally contained. It was a few minutes into the meal that Nicole realized that the silence had become a little awkward. On her part anyway. She barely knew the man in front of her and felt as though she should make some attempt to try and get to. So, clearing her throat, she tried to make an effort to do so.

"So," Nicole let the issue of what to call him rest for the time being "What brings you to Chicago?"

"You do." Vic said, as if the question was asked by a very simple person.

"Me?" Nicole was surprised. She'd been told he was passing through on business.

"Yeah, you. You're 18, right? And just got into Northwestern, right?" Victor said, as if everyone in the world knew the details of her age and academic status.

"Yeah..." Nicole nodded, unsure of where this was going. Was he looking for thanks for her college fund? "And I know you're paying for it and thank...."

"Stow that, it ain't about that." He corrected her "But that's a big fucking deal, right?"

"I guess." She shrugged. A lot of her classmates had got into fancier schools. 

"No guesses, it is." He said, pointing his fork, still dripping with the juice of his steak, right at her "And that deserves some rewards."

That did make Nicole's eyes light up. That meant presents. And Nicole liked presents.

"So....you got me something?" Nicole asked, enthusiastically. Vic shook his head. 

"Nah, I don't know what you kids like today. I figured I'd come here and take you to get whatever it is you wanted." 

Nicole was definitely interested now.

"What are we talking about here," She asked, her eyes narrowing suspiciously "Like some new clothes or a stereo or...."

"Yeah, all that if you want. But think bigger."

"How big?" Nicole asked "Because I can think pretty big."

"Let me give you the ten cent version of the story, kid." Vic said with a breath as he shook his head " Spent my first few years on a farm in Clark County before my folks came to the North Side in '49. Dropped out of school at 17 and couple months later those fucking thieves draft my ass. I came back from killing those gooks in '68 feeling like the luckiest son of a bitch who ever set foot on this city's streets. I must have seen near half my useless platoon KIA over there so when I got home I was feeling pretty lucky and determined to make something happen for myself. Now, I must have been born with two different horseshoes up my ass because about a week after I came back I hit my number hard, the whole way. And this is back when Mickey Genaro was running stuff North Side so the payoff was like 10 grand and 10 grand when that actually used to mean something. So after I buy a few things for my mother, get hammered for about a month solid and paint the town red I still have enough to buy Old Man Kozlowski's scrap yard. Run that for a while. I had to marry your grandmother in '69, so it ain't all roses, because your mother's already on the way. Run the 'yard for a while and make good money, buy another one. Then another. Soon I'm doing pretty well."

Nicole just nodded along. Sure the casual racism and sexism were off-putting but it was a fascinating glimpse into her family's past. Vic didn't slow down.

"I had this guy who managed a yard for me, Jimmy Sullivan. He had this kid brother, Phil. Kind of a dorky kid, but a real fucking genius, right? Like, he was just 15 but already at University doing some advanced math stuff. He'd come in Some sundays and help out for a buck here or there. Pretty soon I just had him doing my books for me, right? This must have been back in '72 or so. Great kid and always going on about how computers were coming and going to change the whole ballgame. Now, I'd always liked that science fiction shit as a kid so I could see what he was talking about. How they'd be running our houses and stuff. So he graduated, talking about he was going to go out west and start up some computer company or something if he could find the backers and I said, fuck it, I'm doing pretty well, I'll stake the kid a few hundred grand. So he took it and ran with it and eventually figured out how to program something or other that everyone wanted a piece of. I more or less forgot about it for years. I mean, even when your grandmother divorces me in '79 that ratty fuck lawyer of hers goes hard after my bank accounts, makes me sell one of the yards even that stake never came up. So I was back to running my one yard and more or less forgot about Phil Sullivan until I decided to cash half my stake out 'round the time you're born and you wanna know what that little fuck Philly Sullivan, who used to trip over his own freakin' shoes in my office, gives me back? A check for my few hundred grand....only with about three added zeros at the fucking end of it. I had to call the little shit to make sure he wasn't busting my balls or made a fucking typo."

Nicole's eyes widened as her Grandfather laughed heartily at the big climax to the story he'd told a couple hundred times in the resulting years. She knew her grandfather was wealthy but she could do the math. She had no idea. Still, his laugh did draw several stares from the other patrons.

"So I said, fuck these winters and those same fucking thieves in Washington if they think they're getting a slice of that. So I pull up stakes, head on down to a place where the water's clear, beer's cold and the girls are wearing bikinis but not before I drop by the house your grandma and that little ratfuck lawyer shared, you probably call him Grampa now for fuck's sakes, and nail that cancelled fucking check to their door."

Vic burst into self-satisfied laughter again. Nicole joined him, not that she had anything against her grandmother or her husband Jerry. but, well, he had hundreds of millions of dollars and wanted to buy her presents. 

"So when you ask me how big you can think, kid, keep a few things in mind." Vic held up one of his huge hands and began counting off "One, I've got more money than god ever intended a guy like me to have. Two, I ain't taking it with me when I check out of here. Three, I know the bigger the shit I get you the more my cunt of an ex-wife will hear about it."

Nicole winced a little at this particular crudity but kept going with it. Vic gave her a little wink as he counted off his pinky.

"And 4, you seem like a good enough kid and smart enough to get into a good school so, fuck it, you probably deserve it. And it'll be fun to see you enjoy it a little." Vic shrugged at this last part. Clearly it was not as important as the point that had preceded it. "So you thinking big yet?"

Nicole was practically in a daze. She had gone into lunch not knowing anything about her grandfather and now, before she'd even finished her salad, she had a grasp on his entire life story and he was offering the world to her. She let her mind wander over anything she might want but, being a teenage girl on a strict allowance, there was almost too much to think about. Still, he had said to think big so, as she rested her chin on the her hand, joining her grandfather as the only ones in the room with their elbows on their table, she thought big.

"I don't have a car...." She said hopefully, still not believing that her luck would be that good. She fully expected him to say that she'd thought a little too big. He just nodded though.

"Now you're on the right track."

Nicole practically squealed.

"What kind do you want?" He said, taking a small bit of joy in his Granddaughter's happiness.

"What kind can I have?"

"I keep telling you, think big." He said, rolling his eyes.

"Well, I keep seeing those adorable little Benz convertibles...." Nicole began before Vic cut her off sharply with a sour look on his face.

"No way, kid. I had an older brother, would have been your uncle, who died fighting those Kraut cocksuckers. I'm not going to buy you a car that probably came out of the same factory as the mortar shell that got him." 


Getting Spoiled



Nicole nodded at that. Hard to argue with that line of thinking. Not because it was logical or not racist or anything but it was hard to argue with anyone willing to buy you a car about anything. She thought for a second.

"Porsche?" She tried

"Still German." 

"Ferrari?"

"Italian, so basically Germans minus the fucking balls."

Nicole had to think for a second. She really didn't know that much about cars other than what looked cute or what she'd seen on MTV cribs before briefly letting environmental considerations come into play.

"A Prius?"

"Who makes a fucking Prius?" Victor asked, clearly never hearing of it.

"Toyota...." Nicole said before trailing off

"Kind of slow figuring out the idea here, huh kid? Vic said with a shake of his head before putting the last scrap of steak into his mouth.

"Jeez, I'm a girl, I don't know this crap." She shrugged "Do the English make any nice cars? Or do you know someone who died at Bunker Hill too?"

For a second Nicole worried that Vic might not take that line too well but he broke into a bit of a smile.

"Got a mouth like an old Neighborhood girl on you, good to see." He muttered half-sarcastically. "What's the matter though, you don't like American cars?"

Nicole shrugged again.

"Can't say I blame you there. Detroit hasn't made anything worth a fuck since the '68 Mustang" Vic conceded "Alright, I'm sure they sell Jaguars around here somewhere."

Nicole squealed again. She didn't even know what a Jaguar was but it sounded terrific. They finished eating, Nicole now in a hurry to get out of the restaurant for entirely different reasons now. When they'd done, Victor had reached into the pants pocket on his grey suit and produced a large black leather wallet that looked stuffed with hundred dollar bills. He dropped a few onto the table. Easily three times as much money as the meal had cost. Nicole looked at it a second, wondering if he'd made a mistake.

"Eh, they earned it. Know that glasses weren't meant to be half-empty and they leave you alone."

Nicole laughed as they went outside together. She could tell her day with Victor would be unlike any in her life. They strolled through the lobby with his arm on her shoulder to the Town Car Vic already had a car waiting for them. Clearly, he'd been expecting the meal to go well.

Chapter 2: Clothes Make the Girl

"An XKR convertible." Nicole repeated, still almost amazed. She didn't know what any of those letters meant. All she really knew about it was that it was a little blue convertible and it was just as sexy as hell. And it was now hers. She hadn't been able to drive it off the lot but she'd seen everything signed. Heard her Grandfather say yes to every option that was thrown their way to the point he got exasperated that they kept asking.

"Yes, yes, spoilers and tailpipes and whatever else you crooks have figured out a way to charge extra for. Want to put a stapler on top and call it a horizontal navigational matrix and make money off that then the answer's yes, the whole thing." He'd finally said to the salesman. Nicole was just in a daze. She'd been thinking about working over the summer to maybe save up enough money to buy a beat up old Volkswagon that her neighbour was selling. Now she had a top of the line sports-car. She'd even had to refuse when he'd offered to buy her the matching coupe to go with it.

"Don't know what you'll do in the freaking Winter, this is still Chicago after all." He'd shrugged. "You'll probably be begging me to come back in December and get you a decent Truck. Still, have to say, figured the Brits would make a car as limp-wristed as they are but 500 horses, tough to sneer at..."

But Nicole had barely heard him at that point. She was still too enraptured by her car. Every time she thought about it she had to pinch herself. It was hers. Sure her folks might freak but what could they do? Couple months from now and she was out of their house and didn't have to follow their rules. The car hadn't been the end of it though. They'd only just gotten back into the town car when he'd asked he what else she wanted. Nicole had been able to process that. She directed the driver to the nearest big box electronics store. There she'd gotten a new phone, new laptop, video games, a TV and stereo. Every time she pointed to something she wanted she thought Vic would say no but he just shrugged.

"Christ, I think Phil Sullivan makes all of that crap anyway. So it's just driving my stock higher and higher anyway." He said, more interested in the pretty young blonde girl who was showing them around the store and standing to make one hell of a commission. Nicole had noticed that all day too. At the dealership, in the store, even at the restaurant. Her grandfather definitely had an eye for pretty girls. Still, Nicole couldn't care less if he was a lecherous old man, he was taking her on the shopping spree of her orgasmic dreams. The total at the cash register was well into the five figures. Nicole could practically see the dollar signs in the salesgirl's eyes as she rang them up. Just as they were about to go, she handed Vic her card.

"That's got my number on it." She said, helpfully "So next time you're in town and need Electronics...give me a ring."

Vic took a look at it before responding, reading the name.

"Will do, Kristen." Vic nodded "Can I call you anytime, day or night?"

"Well, store hours are 11am-8pm most nights." She added playfully. Nicole rolled her eyes. It was obvious she was flirting just in order to encourage another sale. Still, it made Nicole feel oddly possessive. This was her day and Vic was paying attention to her. Vic smiled at her and nodded and put her card back into his pocket. The two left the store and went back into the towncar but not before Vic had taken the card from his wallet and thrown it on the ground.

"Fucking pricktease." Vic said with derision "Like I can't go into a hundred of these shitty places and get a hundred of the exact same fucking gizmos."

Next up had been clothes. Nicole had been so caught up in the car she'd forgotten about clothes. They'd gone into the city for that one. To the city's ritziest shopping district. Vic hadn't expressed much of an interest in this. He'd simply handed over a credit card and told her to indulge herself to her heart's content. Nicole had eagerly taken him up on the offer. He'd told her he was going to an old watering hole of his and that they'd meet up when she was done. Nicole had done exactly that. She'd gone crazy. Blahnik, Fendi, D&G and True Religion were just some of the names on the bags she was practically skipping along the sidewalk with. She felt like a little girl on halloween, like she was on a crazy sugar rush already and still planning to go another block to get even more. She found herself standing in front of what looked to be a very upscale Lingerie shop. The kind that always appealed to her, always made her want to go inside but that she was always self-conscious about entering. She loved little slinky, lacy things. Loved how soft and sensual they felt and how sexy they made her feel. But she would either actually be shopping with her mom and wouldn't dare enter or be alone, think hard about it, and then worry about her parents seeing the bag or finding the stuff in her dresser and freaking out. She was 18, not a virgin and about to go to College but they still freaked out about that stuff. So she never went inside a place like this. 

But, clearly, the normal rules did not apply today. Nicole was feeling bold. She rationalized it. She was about to go to college. About to have lots of casual sex, if things went according to plan. Plus, she could always hide it in the trunk of her brand new car. That only she had the keys to. The thought sealed it. She walked right in. Inside there were mannequins wearing all manner of the things she wanted to buy, in just about every colour and style and pattern imaginable. She walked in meekly, bizarrely and ridiculously afraid that her mother would be inside, waiting disapprovingly but no, the store was largely empty. It was near closing time.

"Just look at you." Came the voice of the salesman. Now, Nicole wasn't terribly quick to judge people and knew stereotypes were bad and wrong and everything but, well, he couldn't have seemed any gayer to Nicole if he'd actually been having sex with a man. He looked in his late 40's or early 50's and was short, balding and in glasses, wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans. He approached her excitedly "Now that is a canvas,"

Nicole just looked at him a second. She stook out her hand.

"Hi, I'm Nicole." She said, a little awkwardly. He took it and shook it.

"Hi there, I'm Chris and this is my place. Now do you know what you're looking for?"

Nicole looked around the entire store in wonder. She simply said the first thing that came to mind.

"Everything." This made the proprietor laugh

"And will we be buying this everything or are we just going to be looking at everything." He said, sweetly although to the point. Nicole had gotten that a lot today. A lot of people looked at her and thought she'd waste their time. She did what she did in those situations too, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the black American Express card her grandfather had given her. Like most of the other people she'd dealt with today, that brought a light to his eyes and a smile to his face.

"Oh, we are going to have a lot of fun today Nicole." He said, making his way into a back room before emerging a minute or two later with a tape measure hanging around his neck, a bottle of champagne in one hand and two glasses in the other. He popped the cork on the very expensive looking bottle and began pouring a healthy amount into both glasses before handing one to her. 

"Do you know your size, hon?" He asked, looking her over as she took a sip. It was sweet and smooth and tasted more like ginger ale then any alcohol Nicole had ever tasted. It was tremendous. She even giggled at her first sip before sputtering out an answer. 

"32D." She said, repeating what the salesgirl had told her the last time she'd bought underwear. She'd been sized plenty of times before but the damn things kept growing. Chris gave a clucking noise as he shook his head in the negative.

"Nicole, whoever said that to you was either a boy who wanted to see you in something too small or a girl who didn't like you and wanted you to be angry all day. Step in to my office." He said, gesturing to one of the change rooms. Nicole followed along with him, still sipping from her glass. As soon as she was inside, Chris closed the door of the fitting room and turned towards her.

"Ok, hon, off with things." He said, clapping his hands. Nicole nodded, she undid the buttons on her dress shirt and unhooked her plain white bra, letting the straps fall over her shoulders and finally fall to the floor. She also undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She turned to look at him, wearing just a pair of pink cotton panties. 

"Well, if anyone could get me to change my mind, you could I suppose." He teased as he moved towards her with the tape measure, Nicole lifted her arms up as he measured along the top of her rib cage. As soon as he did so, he wrote a number down. Then he moved the measuring tape over her impressive bust, making Nicole giggle as it ran across her light pink nipples. Chris adjusted the tape and wrote another number down. He did a calculation in his head before speaking.

"Yeah, ok hon, if anyone asks from now on? You're a 32DDD or a 32F." He said simply before running the tape down to her slim, tapered waist.

"And a 24..." he said silently to himself before moving it down to her hips.

"And then a 36. Good heavens you are just a real life Barbie doll, aren't you?"

Nicole giggled

"Do you have stuff that'll fit me?" She asked hopefully. 32DDD or 32F was not a size she remembered seeing in a lot of stores."

"Oh don't worry, Sugar, we have stuff here for all shapes and sizes. Big, small or even someone like you with the best bits of both. I'll go get some stuff and be right back."

Nicole stood in the back room of the shop. She wasn't sure if it were the excitement of the day or the cool air in the air conditioned store but her pert nipples were now fully erect. She looked at herself in the mirror momentarily. She'd always thought she'd looked funny, with her boobs being that big and constantly having to wear stupid things like her school uniform but standing here in the shop she really felt sexy. She struck a few poses, covered up her nipples with just the tips of her hands and so on. It was just then that her phone started beeping. Reaching into her bag, Nicole realized it was a text from her grandfather. He was done drinking and wanted to know if he could pick her up. She replied yes and gave him the address of the store before going back to the mirror. Only a minute or two later, Chris had returned with his arms full of things.

Nicole spent the next hour or so trying on what did, in fact, seem like it was everything in the store. Push up bras and thongs and white baby-dolls and lacey bustiers and hip huggers. If she found something she liked she would ask what colours they came in and get others. Some weren't to her taste but most were. She got teddies and garters and just about everything it seemed. When she was done she probably could have worn a different piece of gorgeous lingerie for a month. Some stressed sexiness over comfort but some seemed designed for both. The current set she was in, a black lace push up bra and matching high cut panties definitely fit that mold, if for no other reason than she was finally wearing something the right size. When she mentioned that she loved how those ones felt, Chris reached over to her with a pair of scissors and clipped off the tags.

"Then you are wearing them home, I insist. On the house." He said. Nicole smiled at him guiltily. He'd already been so great to her, she felt bad about getting something for free as well. 

"You sure?"

"Nicki, I'm going to be retiring on the how much you did buy. It would be my treat to let you take something gratis so long as you promise to come back next time you have daddy's card. Now come on, let me ring you up."

Nicole giggled conspiratorially with Chris, not bothering to correct him. She stepped back into the plaid skirt as Chris boxed and bagged everything else that she'd purchased. She hoped that the car would be outside waiting for her in time, that looked like a lot of bags to carry, had just done the bottom button when she looked up and their, in the middle of the store, was Vic. He stared right at her, shirt open and bra covered breasts fully on display for a good second before she spun her back.

"Vic!" She exclaimed, now hurriedly buttoning her clothes back up "I thought you'd be waiting outside."

"Yeah, well, I'm not." He said as he turned his attention to one of the mannequins. "Now get dressed and let's go get some dinner."

"Jeez, you just about gave me a heart attack." She laughed as she finished doing up her shirt, leaving two buttons undone at the top, just enough to reveal some cleavage.

"Yeah, well, I'm buying all this frilly stuff for you. May as well get a look at the merchandise." He said again "But I'll be out there I guess. Just pay for it and let's go."

Nicole nodded and made her way to the register where Chris was waiting with the register displaying a total that probably equaled the entirety of her clothes budget for the last two years. She slid him the card and he swiped it.

"So, he just a regular daddy or a sugar daddy?" Chris asked, all gossipy

"Just regular." Nicole assured him. Although she did, underneath the heady rush of the champagne, take a second to think just what he'd meant by "merchandise."

Chapter 3. Why not More?

"Now that, that, is some Chicago food right there." Vic exclaimed contentedly as he took a big mouthful of the deep dish pizza he'd ordered. Nicole took a smaller bite of her own. "Although I swear I don't know how you can get yours without the sausage and bacon."

"Ugh." Nicole shook her head as she looked at her own smaller pie. It was full of mushrooms, spinach and various other normally good for you things "I'm already going to hell for this thing. With the cheese and the carbs and everything else."

He shrugged and took another bit of his. He hadn't had one in many years and was enjoying it greatly. Nicole took another bite of hers before looking up at him.

"You know what, I like you Vic. I think it's a shame you only have one day in town." Nicole said, still feeling the tiniest bit tipsy. She didn't know how much of it was actually liking him and how much of it was enjoying the showering of presents but whatever the combination was it was a genuinely expressed sentiment. Vic thought about this for a second. 

"Alright, I'll stay the weekend if you want" He said finally. Her eyes lit up at this.

"And I can stay with you?" She asked hopefully

"Fine by me, but it ain't up to me." He said "In my opinion it ain't really up to your mom neither as you're 18 and all but you should probably give her a call so I don't have to hear about it."

"You mean it?" Nicole asked again, her hand already retrieving her new phone from her purse and dialing her home number.

"Sure, why not? The Cubs are in town, we'll make a day of it." He nodded. Nicole stood up from the table and walked outside the restaurant and into the night air, pressing the phone against her ear so she could hear the phone ring a few times until her mother picked up.

"Hello?" Her mother's voice came on the phone

"Hey mom, it's Nic." She said

"Hey, where are you?" Her mother asked. Nicole had original said she'd be home by 6 and it was pushing 8.

"I'm having dinner with Grampa. And I was kind of hoping I could stay in the city tonight. Spend tomorrow with him too." Nicole said, crossing her fingers. 

"......Nic, honey, I don't know..."

"Please? I've never spent any time with him and I'm just getting to know him."

"What have the two of you been doing?" Her mother asked in an accusatory tone. Nicki panicked she didn't want to tell her mother about the car like this. Or the presents.

"You know, Museums and stuff."

"He took you to a museum?" Her mother clearly wasn't buying that one.

"Well, he's been showing me his old neighbourhood and we're going to a Cubs game tomorrow. It's a blast." Nicole said, somewhat truthfully. 

"Alright Nic just call me if you change your mind." Her mother finally relented. Nicole squealed. Today had been such a great day, she couldn't even imagine how awesome tomorrow would be. She snapped her phone closed and put it back in her bag and went back into the restaurant. There she found her grandfather taking a small forkful of the pie she'd left. He put it in his mouth, chewed for a bit and swallowed. When he saw her he didn't act embarrassed that she'd caught him, just like he didn't act embarrassed at seeing her with her shirt off. He just shook his head

"Well, it ain't bad or anything but I still don't know how you can eat it like that." He said. Nicole just shrugged. She was full anyway. "So what'd your Mom say?"

"She said it's fine." Nicole said, stretching back in her chair. 

"Great, let's get back to the hotel, get in bed." He said roughly, pulling out another hundred to pay for their pizzas. Nicole just nodded. She wasn't especially tired at 8 O'clock at night but she didn't mind turning in for the night, maybe breaking out her new computer and getting some stuff done. Nicole felt her grandfather's hand on the small of her back as he guided her out of the restaurant. It felt good, protective, and she went with it walking out to the town car that had remained parked out front. The drive back to the hotel was short and the two of them made their way into the lobby. Nicole heard her grandfather tell the driver to be down there at 11 AM the next day and they both made their way to the elevator. Nicole was going to ask which floor to press, expecting one of the top ones but instead Vic leaned over and pressed 4. Nicole just shrugged, she was sure in a hotel like this any room would be nice. Frank guided her along to room 408 and inserted the key into the lock, he opened the door and Nicole took the first steps into the room. It was....small. A small bedroom and a very small sitting room. Not what she'd expected at all. She took a step towards the bedroom




Getting Spoiled



"So, are you going to sleep here or...."

But her words were interrupted. Again his hands were at the small of her back but this time they pushed her roughly forward. She landed on the bed and giggled, thinking her Grandfather was roughhousing with her but he was then on her, his hands on her hips and roughly flipping her over onto her back.

"Vic, what are you doing?" She asked, a little scared. But she didn't fight or struggle to get up or even raise her voice. She just looked up at the weathered, handsome face of her grandfather quizzically. He pushed her back up towards the headrest as he answered.

"I'm gonna fuck you, what does it look like I'm doing."

"No, really." She said, still not believing him as he threw his jacket into the corner and took a hold of her skirt. She remained still. There was something in her eyes that told her that he was not a man to be refused. And, worse still, there was something deep inside her that was telling her she didn't want to refuse him either way. So when he yanked her skirt up around her hips and leaving those new lace panties exposed to the air, she still just lay back, looking up at him.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, really" He repeated, loosening his own belt and also throwing it into the corner. So many thoughts came crashing into Nicole's mind. All of the ones she should have. How this was incest and it was wrong and she was so young and had only done it a few times and he was her grandfather but none of those words came to her lips. Because the far stronger urge within her was to let it happen. She even found herself raising her hips a little to help him as he tugged those panties down, revealing her slick, neatly trimmed pussy to him. It was like a parliamentary session between the part of her brain who wanted it to happen and and the part that didn't but, as his large strong hands tore her shirt open, breaking more than a few of the buttons clean off, it became clear to her that the part that was going to allow this was the party in control. 

"Jesus, look at those fucking tits. I bet you like it rough, huh?" He was fumbling with the zip on his trouser now.

"Um....

"I bet you do. I don't know why but all you big titted whores love it rough." He said, palming one of her massive breasts through her bra and squeezing it roughly. Nicole moaned. Maybe she did like it rough. Eventually his cock sprang free from his pants. It was dark in the room but Nicole could tell it was big. Huge. She felt like she should say something, even as his hands each grabbed one of her ankles and spread her legs and pussy wide to him, while he positioned himself in between him the only thing that came to mind was years of sex ed class.

"Condom, condom, condom" She urged. But Vic just shook his head.

"Don't make 'em big enough. Besides, you're on the pill, just like every other slut your age these days, aren't you?"

"I.....Ungh!!" Nicole's answer was cut off by his entry as he was clearly disinterested in whatever answer she had. He just pressed the head of his massive tool up against her cunt and pressed in, hard. She moaned at the feeling of the first cock not wrapped in latex to ever be inside her. It felt like she was being pried open inside by hot, warm, thick iron. Her wetness, her considerable wetness to her surprise, was such that it was, though a bit uncomfortable at first, a manageable passage and even lead to a fairly agreeable feeling of fullness. She closed her eyes. Wanting to ignore the part of it that was her Grandfather doing this to her for just a second. He began thrusting though, hard punchy thrusts, the kind that indicated his very legitimate interest in just getting himself off. But his size and the dirtiness of the deed and the angle were such that, regardless of his intentions, Nicole was loving it, giving little whimpers with every thrust.

"Used to call me Vic the Dick back in the day." He laughed as he slapped one of her breasts, delighting in the way that the big, firm breast bounced into the other. "Guess you know why now, huh?"

Nicole didn't answer, she did her best to lock her legs around his back and kept herself braced up on her elbows. She did open her eyes again. To see the surreal sight of her torn and bunched school uniform either barely covering or not at all covering the sexy little bra and panties during the day as well as the sight of her grandfather's massive, steel hard cock pistoning in and out of her squelching cunt. She threw her head back and moaned again. She tried to rationalize it in her head. Tried to tell herself that it wasn't consensual(it was) and that she barely knew the man(who was still her Mother's father) and that she owed him something for everything he'd bought her today(she wasn't that naive). She just was enjoying the fucking so much. Both of her previous boyfriends that she'd gone all the way with hadn't been anywhere near as big as her grandfather was nor were they as rough and pounding, two things that she had to admit she was liking more than she knew sex could be liked. She liked her grandfather's grunts of exertion as he worked to get himself off and she liked the pain she felt when he'd squeeze and slap at her sensitive tits and when she turned her head toward the bathroom and saw them in the mirror, the giant, imposing man rutting away at the young, large breasted school girl, well, she like that too. She watched it for a while because the stimulation she was feeling both mental and physical was all so much and it was going to over take her because he just kept pumping and pumping and...

"You dirty fucking whore, you're getting so wet, you're fucking loving this aren't you?"

"YES!" The first word to really leave her lips since her fucking began coincided with the timing of her orgasm, her spasming, leg-shaking, body melting, brain frying orgasm. The first time she'd really come just from straight up sex. She didn't even know she could cum that way. But there was no doubting it, she was contracting and moaning and thrashing as his thick, veiny cock kept spearing into her, seemingly getting just a little deeper with every thrust. He'd thrown her legs onto his shoulder now and his hands were around her hips, slamming her off and on to him as though she were light as a feather, She was still spasming, still moaning uncontrollably and now it felt like every single thrust could bring another orgasm from her she was so sensitive, she thought about begging him to stop, the sensations were so overpowering but she didn't really want to and doubted he would even if she did. She did climax again, her second in one session being another first for her, this time a smaller but still powerful one that just brought a hard moan from her. 

"Jesus, you're going off like a firecracker, must not have been getting any." Vic chuckled as he felt her tight cunt squeeze even harder around his cock. He knew he was close and picked up the pace, his thrusts now lifting his granddaughter a couple of inches off the bed with every go. She was now bucking back at him, some primal instinct in her working to get him off, no matter who he was he'd fucked her to the best orgasms of her fucking life and some sub-conscious part of her brain was working with her limited experience to return the favour. He bucked a few more times, Nicole felt him expand and then burst, feeling ropes of cum splash against the very back of her cunt, making her incredibly full pussy feel even fuller with every eruption.

"You dirty fucking little slut." He managed as he came to a halt, holding himself inside her as he felt the last couple spurts drain from him and enter into the younger girl beneath him. He breathed hard for a couple seconds, gave Nicole the slightest of kisses on the neck and then pulled out from her, as abruptly as he'd entered. As he left, Nicole moaned again, both at the feeling of emptiness and the feeling of the air hitting the cum that was now leaking from her throbbing, satisfied cunt and dripping down her thigh. She simply lay on the bed, perfectly still, her legs splayed open as she breathed hard, looking up at the ceiling. She only vaguely took note of her grandfather heading for the bathroom, the faucet running, and then him coming back into the bed, turning off the lone bedside lamp that had lit their odd coupling. 

"C'mon, get undressed and get some sleep." He said, turning over onto one side of the bed. Again, Nicole simply did as told. She undid her skirt and tossed it aside, her tattered school shirt was also done away with. She left the bra on, even though his squeezes had pulled one of her large, firm orbs from it's cup. She also leaned onto her side, her back to her already snoring grandfather. She looked over at the small clock, it still only said that it was 8:50 pm. So while her grandfather, who had taken a long flight that day, was already asleep, Nicole was still not very tired at all. She felt on fire, electric. Like her brain and heart were both racing each other. She thought of every single thing that happened that day. Did she lead him on? Was it seeing her in the Lingerie shop that made him want her? Had he intended on this all along? Is that really what the gifts had been about? She didn't know the answers to any of those questions. As she felt more of his cum leak onto her leg as she shifted, she thought about how he'd fucked her without a condom, without even waiting to hear that yes, she was on birth control. Did he just not care? Did he like the idea? All of these thoughts coursed through her mind but the one that never did, not for a second, was regretting that it had happened. The one thought that did stay at the forefront of her mind, more than any of the others, was as simple and as primal as it could be.

"God, how great was that?"

She'd liked how big he was. How strong. How forceful. How he talked so dirty to her. How taboo the whole thing was. How powerless and in his control she felt. How he'd just taken what he wanted. She thought about one of the boys she'd done it with before. How he'd begged and begged and begged until, finally, she was so bored with the begging that she gave in and subjected herself to his 5 minutes of skill-less banging away. How turned off she'd been and how she'd broken up with him a week later. She liked guys who took what they wanted. Like her Grandfather. 

When Nicole was finished thinking all of these thoughts, when she did finally feel a little fatigued the clock read 11:33. She decided to put any further reflection on hold until the morning and get some sleep. She clutched her pillow to her head and finally shut her eyes. At that very moment she felt the bed shifting and a familiar hardness pressing against the back of her. She waited for a second but then Vic's voice broke the silence.

"Open your fucking legs again, will you? I want another piece." He commanded. Nicole didn't need to be told twice, she simply lifted her right leg in the air where it was soon held in place by her grandfather's strong hand

Chapter 4: Two of a Kind

"Oh come on you fucking bums." Vic bellowed at the top of his lungs. The Cubs were down 7-1 and it was only the bottom of the fourth. They'd had a promising rally going but an easy double play ball had left them with two out and just a runner on first. Nicole simply took a quiet, content bite of her hot dog. She loved the Friendly Confines. It was one of her favourite places in the world. Not because of baseball, Nicole just loved the atmosphere and excitement. She'd worn some new cutoffs and a tight t-shirt and some Oakleys when they'd left the hotel but she'd changed her look a bit. Her grandfather had insisted she wear the Cubs hat and familiar white pinstripe jersey they wore. She didn't mind a bit. She had one at home more or less just like it that she wore to games but now she even kind of delighted in how sexy it was. How it was tight around her chest and so long that only the bottoms of her shorts were visible when she walked, almost making it look as though she had nothing on underneath to a casual observer, of which she had many. She'd expected Vic to buy box seats, like her father always did, but he'd purchased two bleacher seats for them. Amongst the rowdiest of the fans.

Nicole was finding out that her grandfather was full of surprises. Like buying her a car, she thought idly as the Cubs hitter struck out, iliciting groans of disappointment from her whole section, and having a small hotel room and liking her pizza....

And fucking the hell out of her. That too. He'd fucked her twice the night before and then had woken her up by yanking her on top of him, already hard as a rock. She'd rode him to another of her own orgasms began he'd given her a few hard smacks on the rear, telling her to hurry up because the game was going to start soon. She'd redoubled her efforts and brought him off inside her again.

But Nicole was still fine with it. She was barely thinking about it and, when she did, found that it didn't intrude on this part of her day. There was that bit, which she really hoped there'd be more of later tonight, and there was the presents and the outing and so on. Grandfather/granddaughter stuff and....other stuff. She wasn't confused about her feelings for him. She didn't find her grandfather charming or dashing. He was crude. He was loud. He was an animal. An animal with a big fucking cock that never seemed to go down and....

Nicole took another bite of her hot dog, a naughty smile on her face. She barely even noticed the crack of the bat when the opposing player drove the ball high and on a dead line for near where they were sitting. Not that near, as they were in the middle of their row and the ball seemed headed for the aisle, but while her grandfather and a handfull of others around her went to try and grab it bounced of a fan's glove and a step and bounced right onto the seat that her grandfather had vacated wedging itself inside. Nicole casually picked the ball up and, in the age old tradition of, threw the visiting team's homerun ball back onto the field which drew a cheer from the crowd.

"Go back to St. Louis you lousy fucks!" Nicole yelled out, causing a chuckle in the fans around her, as everyone around her returned to their seats. 

"We're playing the Mets, Big Tits!" Came a holler from elsewhere in her section.

"Yeah, well fuck them too." She said, not missing a beat, drawing even more laughter. The game was relatively uneventful after that. The Cubs did not mount a comeback and, instead, got even further behind. Some fans began getting up from their seats in the 8th inning to beat the traffic, an idea that Vic apparently found appealing based on his instructing Nicole to get up and leave. Ordinarily Nicole would have wanted to stay until the bitter end but, well, she was getting good at doing as she was told. So she got up to leave with him. She turned a few more heads and even got one guy shouting.

"I'll see you in my dreams." 

Which made Nicole smile. She was coming around to the fact that she would have eyes glued on her. She left the stadium, trailing behind her grandfather as they went down to where he'd told the Limo driver to be parked. The town car, apparently, was not enough for today so he'd made a last second change of plans. Nicole had to admit that the Limo was pretty cool, lots of space and legroom and a bar and everything. She could get used to this living. She'd gotten into the limo on the back seat with her grandfather who'd asked her the question that he'd asked her several times over past day.

"What do you want next?" He asked as he settled in.

This time it made Nicole pause. She'd gotten a car and clothes and everything else she could think of yesterday. More of the same maybe? Although there wasn't anything she'd wanted she hadn't bought.

"How about jewelery?" Vic suggested. Nicole's eyes lit up. She just bit her thumb a bit and nodded. Vic told the driver to take him to a jewelery store in the heart of the city he knew quite well before raising the partition again. Nicole looked out the window for only the briefest of moments before looking back to her grandfather but, when she had, he'd pulled his semi hard cock from his pants as casually as most people would their phone. Nicole just looked at it for a second before smiling wickedly.

"Is that for me?" She asked naughtily

"No..." Vic shook his head "This is going to be for me. Get on your fucking knees and suck me off."

Nicole didn't nod, didn't say yes, she just did. She got on the floor of the limo, in between her grandfather's knees and, after pulling her baseball hat backwards, began to lick and suck at the head of his cock. Up close, now fully hard in her hands, his cock was even more impressive than she'd seen thought it would look up close. It must have been a foot long at least and thick all the way through but actually thickest in the middle. She'd never seen one like it. She'd given a bit of head in her life though and was expertly licking and sucking off the first few inches, swirling her tongue around every spot and even running it through his cum slit, she used as much saliva as she could, trying to coat the massive thing and then rub it in as she jacked off the bottom half of his shaft. She found she liked the taste, liked the way his salty pre-cum felt on her tongue. 

"C'mon, go deeper, deeper." He said, pulling Nicole down on his cock using her black pony-tail practically as a handle. Nicole gagged. She could fit in the first few inches but the thick middle proved too much for her. She felt her saliva rush from her mouth and coat his dick even more as he let go of her hair. She sat back a bit, out of air, and looked up at him.

"Too much...sorry." She choked out. He looked annoyed but like it was something he'd been annoyed with plenty in the past. 

"You'll get used to it." He stated, looking down at her with purpose. "But there is something else you can do while you're down there."

Nicole looked up at him innocently.

"Nothing I love better than when a bitch with big fuckhandles like yours wraps them around my dick and beats me off." He said. Nicole was taken aback. She'd never done that, though she'd heard about it, and the way he described it was so crude and demeaning and....

"Absolutely," She said, already unbuttoning her jersey, revealing the satin yellow bra she'd worn. It was a front clasp and so she did that too, letting her big breasts fall free, hanging ever so slightly from her body because of their weight but retaining their perfect shape. Vic had grabbed a bottle of something and squirted it at her naked tits almost before she got them free. 

"What is this?" She asked, running a finger along her chest, rubbing it into her skin.

"Baby oil. Got it in the lobby of the hotel. Now get it in there, the wetter this is the better." He said, squirting another big dollop on her. Nicole nodded and coated her breasts with the stuff, running her fingers over her nipples and giving them little tweaks. She loved the feeling of her own breasts, loved the little shivers she got when they were squeezed. As soon as there was a good thick coat on her huge tits, Nicole leaned forward and wrapped them around the cock that was still pointing straight upward. It was a delicate balance, his cock slipped out from them a few times and there was the movement of the car to consider, but Nicole soon got the hang of it and she was jerking his cock off with the soft, supple flesh of her boobs. It wasn't an especially pleasurable act for her, just a hard cock smooshed against her boobs, but the way her Grandfather was grinning was a good sign. 

"If you aren't going to use your mouth for sucking, " He said, enjoying the sight of the nubile teenage doing her best to get him off "Than start talking like the dirty little slut you are."




Getting Spoiled



Nicole nodded, she'd talked dirty before.

"C'mon, fuck me, fuck my big tits. Fuck my big teenage tits." She said, doing her best to sound like girls she'd seen in pornos. 

"Filthy fucking mouth on you." Vic laughed

"Yeah, c'mon, fuck me, squirt your cum all over my knockers, Vic." She entreated, continuing to bob and grip her tits tightly around him. He, apparently, had something ever so slightly different in mind.

"Call me Daddy, you big titted whore." He said, adding his own hands to the outside of her large tits, squeezing them tighter around him.

Nicole didn't hesitate for a second

"Fuck my tits daddy. Fuck them with that big fucking cock. Don't you want to see me with cum all over my face, all over my tits?"

He just groaned, Nicole continued finding her verbal and physical rhythm.

"I want it Daddy. I want my daddy's cum all over my tits and face and dripping into my mouth. You've got such big balls daddy I bet you're just going to blow a gallon of it all over my body and I want every little drop."

Vic was now thrusting up, beating the meaty head of his cock against her chin. 

"I want it so bad, Daddy, I'll let you fuck me anywhere if you give it to me. If you just give your whore the cumbath she needs." The request was genuine now. She wanted to please. Wanted to perform just right.

They both picked up speed. Vic just grumbling obscenities, Nicole in a frenzy taking to this act with as much intensity as she had anything that had come before it.

"I'm begging you daddy, I need it, I need that cum. Need it all over me. Please cum on me. Please daddy?"

Whether it was that last little bit of pleading or the pressure on his cock or the sight of it all Vic didn't know but at that moment he gave Nicole the very thing she was asking for. His cock burst forth, not in ropes but in a spray. On her hair and her breasts and her face. Her sunglasses kept any from her eyes but her neck and her jersey and her legs all got hit with it. There wasn't a huge amount this time but it felt like it got every where.

"Oh thank you daddy, thank you." She said as she kept pumping, hoping to get every last drop out. His blast stopped fairly quickly though, until just a dribble was leaking out. A dribble that Nicole dragged her index finger along before scooping it into her mouth. She didn't love the taste. It was salty and gooey and cold but it was all part of the performance. Vic settled down after a bit, relaxing in his seat, feeling really drained for the first time. Nicole just sat on the floor, covered in cum, feeling very satisfied with herself. Vic composed himself and reached for a nearby towel, wiping his dick on it before throwing it at his granddaughter. She caught it and began wiping herself off too.

"Fucking mouth on you." He said, as if even he was surprised.

"What'd you say?" She asked smartly "Like an old neighbourhood girl?"

"They had some fucking standards at least."

"Kids today," She shrugged "What're you going to do?"

"Buy 'em some shiny fucking rocks, I suppose." He said as he felt the car jerk to a stop.

Chapter 5: This is Where I get Off

They'd spent a good hour or two in the jewelery store. Nicole had picked out a new watch, ruby and diamond earings, an emerald tennis bracelet and with a knowing smile to the salesgirl, a string of pearls. That joke had earned her a slap on the backside when the salesgirl had turned her back. They'd left with another fresh batch of shopping bags though, and soon found themselves in another of Vic's old eating places, an Italian sandwich shop. Nicole had gotten the eggplant parmesan, Vic the Italian Beef. Which had brought another crude joke from Nicole. 

"Mmmm, maybe you're right about the Vegetarianism Vic." She said, idly picking at the last half of her own sandwich she couldn't finish "Certainly wouldn't mind having a nice big chunk of meat in me right now."

Vic looked at her for a second. He knew that, despite the corniness of the joke, she meant it. If he'd wanted to, he could have dragged her into a bathroom stall and fucked her sideways. And if the folk in here didn't like it? He could buy the joint. But he was still a little spent from the limo ride and, besides, he had something planned for later. So he just shook his head and took another bite. He was enjoying the change he'd seen in her. From shy and demure to flirty and filthy all the while still looking like a fresh faced angel so long as you weren't looking at the giant cans or the ass you could bounce a quarter off of. 

And so a few minutes later they were back on the road, headed north, to an address that Vic gave the driver and that Nicole didn't recognize. It was a fairly long trip and Nicole had made sure that she'd gotten a popsicle to suck on when they stopped for gas. When she walked back to the car with it in her mouth, purple juice running down her lips, Vic swore he could hear the hard-on every guy she passed got. When she finally got back in the car he took another long look at her, feeling his own dick twinge to life a bit.

"I think I've created a fucking Frankenstein." 

"Frankenstein was the crazy scientist, Vic. Not the monster."

"What's the difference?"

Nicole just shrugged her shoulders and went back to sucking. They completed the drive in a half an hour stopping in front of what looked like a small apartment building in a fairly ritzy suburb.

"What's here?" Nicole asked, genuinely confused.

"Friend of mine lives here." Vic said, heading towards the door. He opened the mailbox and retrieved a key. He opened the outer door and walked with her up the stairs, behind her so he could keep his eyes on that snare drum ass in those little jean shorts, to the apartment that had the brass #5 on the door. He placed it in the lock and, before turning it, gave Nicole a little look. "Hope you're ready Kid."

Nicole just shrugged her shoulders. She was willing to meet Vic's friend. Willing to do just about anything. So when Vic opened the door to a completely empty apartment, she was just confused at first. But as she stepped inside, as she saw that the bags from all of their shopping trips had been brought here ahead of them. The idea was clear. 

"Get out." Nicole blurted out. It was gorgeous. With high ceilings and hardwood floors and a balcony and everything. Vic just chuckled as she ran from the newly installed stainless steel kitchen to the bathroom with the jacuzzi he'd ordered special. 

"Get the fuck out!" She yelled again while looking at her new condo "But I already got my dorm assignment"

"Ahhh, you don't want to live like that." He said dismissively "All crammed together, two to a room like rats. I lived in a room with my three brothers until I was 16 and it's a miracle I didn't kill the three of them. Besides, this is only 15 minutes from your campus and...."

But Nicole barely heard him. She'd found her walk-in closet. 

"Holy jesus," She exclaimed when she saw the size of it "How hard do I want to fuck you right now?"

"Yeah, that's coming." He nodded nonchalantly as he reached into his pocket for an envelope. "But this isn't even the big present. I've got that in my hand."

"If you're just talking about your dick again..." Nicole said as she walked back into the room, stopping her train of thought as she saw the envelope. "What's that."

"Find out." He shrugged. She locked her bright green eyes on his as she snatched the envelope from him. Inside was a letter from some bank. Talking about a trust fund. And changes to a trust fund. And her name. And a number. A number that made her eyes practically bulge from her head.

"That's a lot of zeros." Was all that she managed to get out. "And it's mine?"

"Been yours for a while, set that aside for you when you were born." He shrugged "Just changed it so that it's yours now instead of when you're 25."

"That is just too...I'm a multi-millionaire." She said proudly and with a little disbelief, unable to wipe the grin off of her face.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah but you didn't earn it or nothing." He pointed out "So don't get a swelled head just yet."

"Yeah, I know..." Nicole said with a sigh, her expression dropping a little.

"But don't worry." Vic said, his pants now tented noticeably and looking hard at Nicole. "You're about to fucking earn it."

With that, Vic grabbed her by the hand and pulled her over his shoulder. She yelped in delight as she was carried throughout the house, her house, to her bedroom. Vic had thought ahead enough to have a mattress delivered and it was on the floor, still covered in it's plastic and he threw her down on it, he removed his jacket as she peeled her shirt over her head and undid the clasp on her bra. They both seemed in a race to undress themselves, a race that Nicole won handily. 

"C'mon Daddy, give me what I need." She cooed seductively. Hank nodded as he ditched his boxers, letting his cock spring free. He had mounted her and was inside her in no time at all. Fucking her.

"You cum hard when I fuck you like this, huh?." He said, his hands tightly gripping her ass as he drilled his cock in and out of her. Nicole was moaning, squeezing her own tits and nodding. 

"I cum like a fucking freight train." She said, already feeling one coming on. She'd been so horny all day and her corny lines had really been clumsy attempts to get him to fuck her. Now that she was getting it, she couldn't have possibly been any more ready. She moaned at his entry, at the way his big cock just made her feel so small and yet so adult. About how every time the thick middle part forced her even wider it felt like it was scraping against her clit. And how when he really slammed it felt like her body was coming apart at the seams. Her dark hair still artfully framing a face that was lost in ecstasy at the feeling of being fucked like she really needed and, also, just being used. It didn't take long at all for her to cum like the aforementioned freight train, screaming and shaking and moaning and gushing all around him. When Vic began feeling her contract and shiver around him, unlike their previous fucks where he'd continued mercilessly for the sake of his own orgasm, he slowed himself before coming to a complete stop inside her. Nicole would have been surprised, even shocked, if she was thinking clearly but she was still on the high from her orgasm and purring appreciatively like a Kitten. When he began pulling back, Nicole thought it was to start pounding in again but, no, he took himself from her completely, making Nicole pout as she looked up into his hard eyes.

"We done?" She whined

"Nah, not by a longshot." Vic, said, his hand slapping her ass "Get on your stomach."

The teenager did as directed, rolling over and arching her back by propping herself up onto her elbows. She heard various ministrations behind her but didn't turn to see what they were. On her stomach like this she had a great view of her balcony and the view below. The suburb she was in must have been built in a wooded area and so the view was breathtaking, just trees and clear air. Nicole forgot what she was doing momentarily in her post-orgasm glow, her mind off whatever Vic had in store for her. She was only snapped back to the immediate goings on in the room when she felt the tips of Vic's hard, calloused fingers smearing a dollop of what felt like lube around her asshole.

"Um, what...."

"You ever been fucked back here, kid?" He asked. The question clearly just one of curiousity, permission being assumed.

"No." Nicole said cautiously as she looked backwards. Vics thick, imposing cock looked just as coated with the Lube that she was having smeared around her back passage. Nicole had thought about anal sex before. Seen it in a porn or two. She had always been of two minds on the subject. There was the grounded in reality, thinking it would probably be too messy and painful for her to ever do it. Then there was the part that just thought about the meaning of it. The taboo. How there was one way of having sex that was standard and expected and another type that was dark and forbidden, that only the baddest of girls had willingly. That part always secretly thrilled her. 

"Well, won't be able to say that again after today." Vic laughed as he slipped a finger inside her. Nicole grunted. Even this intrusion felt beyond her capacity. She tried to relax, tried to adjust, tried to take deep breaths. She felt herself relax a little, get used to the thrusting digit inside her. It still felt wrong, still felt alien, but she soon adapted, soon began taking some mental pleasure in that whole dark and forbidden thing. That she was now that kind of a girl. The more she relaxed, the more she got used to it, the more sexually charged she felt. She was even kind of enjoying the sensation when he pulled out of her.Nicole grunted again at his exit but soon felt the golf-ball sized head of his cock replacing it, pressing up against her. She turned back to look at it, craning her neck as best she could. Indeed, Vic was spreading her legs, his cockhead pressed right against her asshole.

"No wait....." Nicole said quickly. That finger had been one thing but it had felt massive and a little uncomfortable. His horse cock? It'd probably split her right in two. Nicole was by no means sure she was going to enjoy this. But, still, after all he'd done for her? The car, the shopping, the house, the money....She was going to say no to him? That didn't feel right either.

"No, huh?" Vic asked

"No, I just mean, you know, go slow." Nicole assented, turning back so that she was again looking at the view outside the window.

"Shut up." He admonished, pressing forward, struggling a bit to get inside but eventually feeling her ring give way to the pressure of his slick cock. He moaned at her tightness, Nicole just grunted like an animal. She'd thought it would feel like she was being split in two. Now, she realized, that had been a moment of wild eyed optimism. It felt like someone had shoved the head of a baseball bat in her ass. She tried to relax, tried to focus on the view and the house but the feeling was just too much. She couldn't think of anything except the massive cock that was working it's way into what had been her virgin ass. Vic may have reacted harshly to her request but he did seem to be complying. Just easing himself deeper and deeper. Not out of any particular concern for Nicole, just because she was so tight that there really was no other way for him to do it.

"I"m a bad girl." Nicole babbled, trying to tap into the part of her brain that found the idea thrilling. But all she could feel was the way her ass was being stuffed. How it felt like her spine was being pushed upwards to make room for more and more of her grandfather's dick. Every time he pressed deeper Nicole grunted and thought, hoped, that he'd gone in as far as he could but, no, he pressed in further. Him having a seemingly endless cock and her body a seemingly endless capacity to take it. She felt like she could feel every little bump and ridge on his cock. Became intimately familiar with each bit. Even, in a further attempt to draw her mind elsewhere, naming some of the more prominent features of his dick in her head. The flare of the head, the thickness in the middle. 

And slowly, she did feel herself relax. Did feel herself grow slightly more comfortable with the ridiculous intrusion. And when the large, hard looking Grandfather began sawing his gigantic cock in and out of his 18 year old Granddaughter's soft, rounded, smooth ass she was as prepared for it as she was going to be. Which wasn't much, but it would have to do.

"Ungh.....jesus fuck....Ungh" She grunted and groaned as Vic plunged his dick deep into her. A slow, steady pace. Tried shifting, raising herself up to him, trying to find a position that would somehow make the intrusion of his enormous cock more comfortable. She succeeded a little on her hands and knees. She just tried to focus on the view.

"Fuck me, you are tight." He groaned, picking up the speed a little. Nicole groaned again, she felt like she could feel his dick poking against her brain. She screamed into the pillow as he picked up the intensity. Nicole's brain was barely working now, the massive log seemingly battering all of her thoughts from her. But she something did come to mind. The dirty talk. From the car. It'd gotten him off. Nicole wanted this to be over with and so she thought she'd give that a try here.

"Please yes. Fuck my ass Daddy. Fuck....ungh....your bad, bad girl's ass." She said, trying to sound convincing. It mush have worked.

"Jesus, never heard a slut actually ask for it before." Vic grunted himself as he began thrusting himself in her in hard, stabbing jabs.

"Yes...unghh...do it. I need my ass fucked so bad." She managed to grunt out again, her hands digging into the plastic covering the mattress so hard she could feel it rip like paper. Vic complied, his stabs becoming quicker, harder. And a strange thing happened. The more she talked like that, the more relaxed she felt, the more she was beginning to at least appreciate it, the more she could feel her own heat, her own excitement. Propping herself on one arm now, she moved her free hand between her thighs, reaching right down to her clit and finding it as stiff and pronounced as ever, drawing a little bit of her own wetness onto her fingers, she began masturbating.

"God yes daddy, I want it. Fuck me. Pound me like the ungh....dirty little slut I am." She got out, more at ease now, feeling a nice modicum of pleasure with her pain and discomfort. She focused on herself. She'd masturbated like this(well, not with the cock in her ass) a thousand times before. She knew how to get herself off. She would focus on that. Not on that hard, heavy pounding of the huge cock inside her, the way it was stuffing her past a point she felt possible. Just her clit. Neat little clockwise circles with the tips of her fingers. 

"Yes" She groaned, this time in pleasure "Do it harder, please Daddy. Fill me up, cum deep inside. I want to feel your cum splatter all the way inside me."

"Fucking mouth on you." Vic said again, but it was clear he was losing composure. He really was stunned. He'd banged girls up the ask before but they always made it clear they were doing so out of gratitude or duty or acceptance. Nicole really seemed into it. Spurring him on. His voice was harsher, his thrusts less even but quicker. Nicole knew he was close and that drove her. She felt like she was somehow winning. Like she'd figured a way to make the whole thing work.

"Just do it. Blow a load deep in your..ungh granddaughter's ass." She kept it up, feeling herself getting closer as well "You own it. My whole fucking body."

He spanked her, something Nicole figured was his way of trying to make her enjoy it less She squealed in delight instead.

"Yes! Spank me too. I'm so fucking bad. Such a whore. Ungh...don't care, I love getting fucked in the ass by your big cock." She didn't know how she was getting out whole sentences but she was making the effort. Vic kept it up, lost in the tight warmth and the dirty talking and just the sight of his little knockout of a Granddaughter, taking so much cock up her ass and still working herself off. He began to lose it, he felt it, his balls tighten up and his cock expand and the feeling like his jizz was an exploding oil well.

"Jesus Fuck!" He roared as he came. And as Nicole felt that first big spurt of cum spray inside her, making her the winner in her mind, so did she, squealing and screaming and groaning into the pillow. No words, it was like all of the discomfort and pleasure and naughtiness just hit her at once. No words, just raw guttural noises. She felt like she would pass out. But it was Vic who collapsed on top of her, breathing hard and grunting even as he was still buried inside her, the last of his cum dribbling out. Nicole came down from her own orgasm, still feeling so electric. In her brain and her pussy and clit and mouth and ass. Like every nerve ending was raw and exposed. Vic kept saying "Holy shit" over and over again, clearly spent.




Getting Spoiled



Nicole giggled. 

"You like that, Old Man?" She said triumphantly, even though she could feel the soreness. 

Vic didn't reply, he was still at a loss for words. He just reached over and gave her a pat on the head. Nicole smiled to herself and grunted a little as she felt him roll out of her, his cum rush from her too.

"You can say it, my ass is the fucking bomb." She bragged, sighing just a little at the feeling of not having his dick inside her.

Vic just looked at her with disbelieving eyes

"Jesus, shut up, will you?"

Chapter 6: Rock the World

"Holy hell, I feel like I won't be able to sit down for a year's worth of Sunday's." Nicole groaned as she stood up quickly, still feeling the effect of her previous night's fucking. She was standing in the empty first class lounge at the airport as the two waited for his flight to board and, in a foolish effort to confirm what she'd felt on the drive, had tried to sit beside her Grandfather on the plush leather couch. Vic looked at her as she did, rubbing her butt cheek subtly with a grimace on her face and chuckled. She looked nothing like she had in the Hotel restaurant on Friday. She was wearing a little more make-up but it suited her, darker eyes and little more colour to her cheeks. The school girl uniform was replaced by tight, hip hugging jeans and a long sleeve white blouse underneath a green and blue argyle sweater-vest clinging tightly to her every curve. Her flats replaced with black pumps. All things she'd bought over the weekend. Vic had to admit, she knew how to dress. Conservative but fucking sexy all the same. If he hadn't spent the entire last night and most of the morning fucking her, he'd probably be tempted to give it another go.

"Yeah, well, we'll save that one for special occasions." Vic said, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"You really have to go?" Nicole looked at him, doing her best to give him a sexy pout and, Vic conceded, her big, innocent green eyes and light pink lips combined with the expression made for a pretty effective one. But he still nodded.

"Yeah, got shit to do on the coast and then back to the Islands for a bit."

"But you'll visit lots, right?" She asked hopefully, flipping a stray strand of hair out of her eyes.

"Yeah, forgot how much I missed this city." He said, drawing a look from Nicole as if he'd missed the point, he continued unabated "And see you, I guess."

Nicole smiled. 

"And I'll probably be calling you too a lot too. Hear how school's going and some more of what pours out of that filthy mouth."

Nicole smiled at that too. Her smile being broken by the announcement over the intercom that the Flight to LAX was now indeed boarding their first class passengers. Vic quickly knocked back his drink and got up.

"One last thing before I go kid." Vic said, reaching into his wallet and pulling out the same credit card she'd done all of her damage with over the weekend, he put it in her hand. She just looked up at him and smiled.

"Jeez, Vic, I think you gave me enough cash to take care of stuff." She smiled, although she made no effort to give it back.

"Nah, that money's for living on. This is for every day shit. Go get furniture for the place, stock the bar for the parties and, shit, you're probably going to have to go buy a fucking industrial strength vibrator, won't you?" He laughed, thinking about the appetite for sex he'd seen come out of the girl.

"Yeah." She said dreamily, staring at the heavy titanium card in her hand.

"Cause you ain't going to let guys in those pants." He said, leaving no doubt there wasn't a question mark at the end of it.

"No sir." She looked back up to him, her Emerald eyes telling him she was serious.

"Because who does your ass belong to?" 

"You, Daddy." She said coquettishly as she leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek before whispering into his ear "Sure I can't suck your cock in the bathroom or something?"

"Nah, should really go. Plane's boarding."

"Just that one last load of my daddy's cum in my mouth would really hit the spot is all. I can be fast..." She whined softly.

"Jesus fuck, use the card to buy a plane ticket any time you nut." He laughed as he pulled himself away from her. She watched him as he left, giving him a happy little wave and a big grin when he turned back. He shook his head and muttered something to himself that Nicole didn't catch as he walked towards his gate. 

Nicole waited for a while before making her own way out of the lounge. She thought about the weekend. The whole strange, delightful weekend. Images kept flashing in her mind of the shopping and the ballgame and riding her Grandfather's cock in the jacuzzi and all of it. What did it say about Vic? She'd have said banging his Granddaughter and buying her whatever she wanted was out of character for him but she didn't have the first clue about his character before this weekend and she didn't have all that better a picture of it now. Just that he was the kind of guy who'd take what he wanted, hot little family members included. 

Nicole really thought about herself. Any reservations she had about how she looked had completely vanished. Vic, the crowd at the ball-game and even Chris at the lingerie shop had talked about how gorgeous she was. And now she felt it. She knew the power she could have over people. She worried about the presents and the money and all though. She knew what people called girls who had sex for money or gifts. Hell, she'd called herself it while being fucked enough times this weekend. But that was just dirty talk, wasn't it? Nicole shrugged. She didn't care really. She'd liked the presents and liked the sex. So who cared if they were connected or not?

That thought was broken up as she noticed the leering glare of a man as she walked ahead. Older, maybe 35 or so, with a travelling bag over his shoulder. Nicole didn't make eye contact, she just looked down and smiled as he checked her out. She liked the feeling. Liked the idea of his dick getting to half-mast just watching her boobs bounce or her hips sway and knowing that when she got passed him, his eyes would be locked on her ass. 

So when she did pass him, Nicole hooked her thumbs in the belt loops of her jeans and tugged down a bit. Not enough to show anything, really. Just enough so that she knew they would ride low enough to let the top of her lacy black thong come into view. Just enough to give him something to really beat off to. 

The End

Author's Note: Hope you all enjoyed. If anyone enjoyed and wants to see a sequel, let me know. I may have more to write about these characters.