Sit back and watch your grandfather take over more

The thought of saying something to your grandfather pops into your head, but it's gone in an instant. Everything that was unfolding was undeniably hot, and you had to know how far your grandfather would take things if you didn't stop him. Plus it would be interesting to see how much more Carrie would actually put up with before she snapped and told him off. So you reclined back on the sofa, not uttering a word of objection about what your grandfather was doing to Carrie. You looked over to see your grandfather taking a long swig of his beer, with no care at all that you were in the room as he focused entirely on your girlfriend.

"Now get that fat ass over here, you look like a cheap fuckin stripper so you should give me a lap dance like a proper whore," he said, spreading his legs. A very obvious erection was tenting his sweatpants, jutting out an impressive amount as he waited for Carrie. To your surprise she muttered out a soft "yes master" and immediately moved closer, a seductive sway in her steps as she did her best to mimic what she thought a stripper would do.

"You like being my obedient little bitch?" your grandfather said as Carrie bent forward, shaking her tits in his face. Her nipples were peeking out of her nightie at this point, and Carrie either didn't care or was unaware of it as she stood back up and looked into your grandfather's eyes.

"Yes master, I love being your obedient little bitch," Carrie said quickly, causing a strange tug of war in your brain. Was Carrie genuinely enjoying being treated like this by your grandfather, or just doing it to go along with your suggestion to get dirty with him in the first place? She seemed more **** earlier, but now she seemed shockingly obedient and faster to comply with his demands. Was she just doing a better job of pretending and going along with things? There was no way your granddad was actually taking her...right?

"God you really didn't have this cunt broken in at all did you," your grandfather said to you, snapping you out of your thoughts. As you returned to reality you saw that Carrie had turned her back to him and was grinding her ass against your grandfather's cock. He had lifted up her undersized nightie and had his hands on her waist, revealing your girlfriend's large pale ass and answering your earlier question on if Carrie had even bothered wearing panties or not. She hadn't, a fact that no doubt delighted your grandfather as she rubbed her plump rear against what could now be called a downright massive tent in his pants.

"Don't worry. I'm gonna make her the perfect little whore, addicted and serving giant fuckin cocks like any woman should," he said, and you could hear a tiny noise slip out from Carrie. It was impossible to tell if it was a gasp, a sneer, or could it have been a moan? She didn't actually say anything to object to his plans, just continued to grind into your grandfather's cock as it seemed to endlessly grow, straining his sweat pants more and more as he became harder and harder.

"You know what any good strip club has?" he asked. You didn't know if the rhetorical question was directed at you or Carrie, and waited with your heart pounding in your chest for what he was actually going to say.

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