FULL STORY -A BASTARD AND A S_L_U_T

Part 1

For Grace the ideal life of being a stay-at-
home mom had always been a mixture of
great joy and great disappointment. At times
she was thrilled to have the freedom to come
and go whenever she wanted during the
hours of 8am and 3pm. She shopped when
she wanted.
Volunteered when she wanted. Visited friends
when she wanted. And yet, there were times
when she grew bored and it was boredom
that had come back to bite her in the
butt0ckz.
Several weeks ago a box arrived at her
doorstep. The return address identified the
sender as C.J. Winters from Greensburg,
Pennsylvania. Grace gave the package some
thought as she carried into her home and set
it on the table. She pulled out a knife and
sliced through the taped seam, thinking
about what latest gadget, garment, or
whatnot that she’d ordered online. Nothing
came to mind as she opened the box and
stared at the back of a manilla envelope.
She picked it up, flipped it over and felt her
chest tighten. Her online screen name had
been scrawled across the goldenrod hued
paper in a flourish of red ink. She gripped the
back of a chair and sat down with a thud.
The muscles in her stomach twisted and
knotted. She flipped the box lid over and
stared again at the name of the sender. She
tried to recall all the people online that she’d
talked to over the past seven years. Where
they came from. What their names were.
What their screen titles were. A blank canvas
filled her mind as her pulse raced.
In her head she prayed to God that there was
nothing to worry about. Tears filled her eyes
as she reached into the box and pulled out a
disk, as well as a stack of papers. A quick
glance at the pages of script confirmed to her
what she feared. Thousands and thousands
of posts from 2005 until three days ago were
stacked neatly in a bound bundle. Her hands
shook as she opened the envelope and pulled
out a series of photos and a letter.
The photos were glossy prints of her and
several of her lovers. Men she’d met during
those times when 8am-3pm were too boring
to contemplate anything but adventure in the
arms of another. The letter was simple and
direct. She was to meet C.J. Winters in three
days, at a hotel 45 minutes from her home.
She was to leave her house at 8am and
would be allowed to leave at 2pm. He knew
from her posts and her openness that she
was sterile, so there was no need to worry
about pregnancy, and he also was aware of
her irresponsible behavior with her former
lovers, so there would be no condoms.
Grace wanted to revolt and refuse the
demands, but the letter had described how
easy it was for her husband, members of her
church, and her family to gain access to all
C.J.
had sent her. Three days passed and during
that time Grace battled an internal war.
Confess everything to her husband. Ask
advice from her mom. Run away and
disappear – an option she quickly scratched
because she had a heart swollen with love
for her children. In the end, as she walked
into the elevator and pressed the button to
the fifth floor, Grace had known what she
was going to do the moment she’d looked
into the box.
She tapped on the door to room 524 and
waited for it to open. It didn’t take long. She
stared into the face of a man she didn’t
recognize from any photo online, or any
rendezvous from her past. He was a stranger
to her, yet she knew he probably wasn’t.
“Hello Grace. Please come in,” C.J. said
before stepping back and allowing her entry.
Grace’s heart pounded and her jaw tightened
as she walked across the threshold and
heard the telling click of the door shutting.
“Aren’t you going to lock it?” she asked.
“Why would I? If you leave you leave. I’m not
holding you prisoner.”
“Aren’t you?”
C.J. shrugged his shoulders, walked past her
and headed over to the bar, where he poured
her a small glass of wine. He poured another
for himself, and drank deep the crimson fluid.
“So you know it’s not drugged,” he said after
finishing his glass.
“I’ll pass,” she said, before dropping her
purse and removing her coat. “So what do
you want first?”
“Don’t you want to know my name?”
“Not really,” she admitted.
“Well, it’s Chad.”
She said nothing, choosing instead to wait
until he made the first move.
“Do you want to talk about your posts?
Photos?
Messages?”
“Why? Will talking about it change your
mind?”
Chad smirked. “No, not at all.”
“Then why bother. Let’s just get this over
with.”
He shrugged his shoulders, sat down on the
cushion of the hotel chair and spread his legs
open. “Since you’re so eager, let’s get the
basic stuff out of the way.”
Grace swallowed the lump in her throat and
slipped off her shoes. Her lower lip trembled
as she walked over and sat on her knees. Her
eyes watered with tears that spilled over. She
winced when Chad’s thumb caressed her
freckled cheeks and then touched the small
trail of tears. Grace turned away, shaking off
his touch.
Chad’s hand fell to his thigh, the other rested
on the arm of the chair. Grace shook her
head,
and gave herself a mental pep talk. She told
herself that sU-Cking this man off was
nothing. It meant nothing. It would come to
nothing. He was nothing. He was just a
J0yst!ck and nothing more. Her hands shook
as she opened up his p@nts and worked to
free his hard shaft from his boxers and
slacks.
The swollen tip was bright red and the veins
were thick and ridged. She looked up and
stared into Chad’s eyes before taking a deep
breath and bringing his J0yst!ck to her lips.
When the head slid against her mouth, she
closed her eyes, opened her mouth and took
him in.
The grunts and groans coming from Chad’s
throat told Grace she was doing a good job,
as did the gentle massage he gave her scalp
and the encouraging words of “yes”, “oh F**K
yeah”, “good girl”, and “yeah baby”.
Grace told herself she wasn’t having fun, that
she was going to puke, and that when he
came she would spit it all over him. She tried
to ignore the slick moisture that coated her
p@nties and the fragrant arousal of her s*x
that drifted up to her. When his breath
quickened and his hips began to drive
upward, while he pushed down on her head,
Grace felt her K!ttyC@t flex and quiver.
“I’m gonna come baby,” Chad gasped before
spraying the back of her throat with his
heavy load. Grace felt the juice bubble
around her lips. She swallowed quickly,
knowing that he would have wanted it no
other way. When she was done drinking his
Pour, she pulled back and licked her lips. Her
gaze remained fixed on the floor, as she
listened to him sigh in contentment.
“Very nice,” he said, before reaching out and
stroking her hair. Again Grace pulled away.
“Get undressed,” Chad told her. He stood up
and removed his clothes. His wet J0yst!ck
hung limp as he walked around across the
room and offered Grace a drink from her
goblet. This time she took the offering and
swallowed every drop before peeling off her
clothes and standing Unclad before him.
“Your photos don’t do you justice,” Chad
whispered before walking over and taking
Grace’s hand. He led her to the bed and told
her to climb on. “Lay down and get comfy,
sweetheart.”
Grace chewed on her lower lip, crawled onto
the center of the bed, and settled on the
plush covers. She lay still. Her legs were
stretched out straight and her arms rested
against her sides.
She stared up at the ceiling and tried to think
of anything but the man who was standing
next to the bed.
Chad touched her ankle with firm gentle
caresses. He massaged the muscles, working
the pads of his fingers into her skin. “Relax
baby girl,” he whispered. “We both know you
loved sU-Cking my J0yst!ck and we both
know you’re gonna love having me eat you
out.”
An involuntary m0an came from Grace’s
throat. Chad chuckled and replaced his
fingers with his lips. Small feathery kisses
were left on the tops of Grace’s feet, toes,
ankles, and calves. He lifted each leg, one at
a time, and treated them like fine porcelain.
She lay there, her body slowly growing more
and more relaxed as well as more aroused.
Mentally she called herself names, hoping to
shame herself into not responding to his
seductive measures.
The first touch of his lips upon her s*x
caused her hips to jerk upward. He slid his
hands under her butt0ckz and began to
knead the soft feminine globes. His breath
trailed over her trimmed mound and then she
felt his tongue slide between the slick folds of
her K!ttyC@t.
Grace hissed as he pushed the tip of his
tongue against he cl!t and played lazily along
its edges.
Her nails dug into the covers. She closed her
eyes and tried to recall some horrific memory
that could pull her out of the passion that
was beginning to consume her. The defeat
she was feeling along with guilt was minimal
as with each push of Chad’s tongue into her
s*x brought her closer to a promising
release.
To be continued..