A Bastard and a Slut

The first wave of cum had shocked Grace. The fluids shot out and covered her face and mouth. She choked and coughed as the gushing continued and the spray splashed against her cheeks, nose, and eyes. She felt Chad's hand in her hair seconds before she was pushed into Carrie's cunt. She was forced to swallow another volley of juice before Chad lifted her up and tossed her to the floor. Through cum-covered eyes she watched him plow his thick hard cock into Carrie's eager pussy. The sound of their fucking made her skin burn and the image of his dick as it piston in and out of the young woman made her sex tighten. She licked her lips, tasted Carrie and wiped away at the liquid that dripped from her face.

The young girl was screaming again as Chad unloaded his seed into her. Grace sat on the floor, a forgotten slut in the middle of the room. She covered her face with her hands and tried to plug her ears with her fingers. The sounds of the two coming could not be drowned out. When Chad was finished he pulled out of Carrie and rolled onto his back. "Clean us up," he muttered.

Grace's hands fell away and a look of shock and disbelief made up her expression. She looked at Chad's limp cock and the combined juices that coated his cock and Carrie's pussy. Revulsion rolled through her as she climbed onto her knees and crawled back to the bed. She said nothing as she began to lick Carrie's sensitive mound and when the young girl pushed her away, Grace moved on to cleanse Chad. His cock hardened from her ministrations and dread washed through her.

"Thanks babydoll," Carrie whispered before grabbing Grace's face and forcing her to accept a deep tongue-twisting kiss. Carrie released Grace and left the room, taking her clothes with her. While she dressed in the bathroom, Chad grabbed Grace and pulled her onto his hips.

Grace understood her role and pushed his dick into her pussy. Her sex was wet, though her mind was far from aroused. His cock slid in easily and soon he was using her to get off. There was no manipulation on his part in regards to bringing her to climax. She was there to serve a purpose and when he shot his cream into her, he only grunted and shuttered. No words of appreciation or admiration fell from his lips.

Carrie waved goodbye just as Chad pushed Grace unceremoniously off his limp rod. Ten minutes later food arrived and Chad pulled on his robe and took care of the attendant while Grace lay discarded on the bed.

Once again she showered before she ate and once again she felt empty and pathetic. The taste of Carrie lingered on her lips and throat, so she worked hard to scrub away the flavor with mint toothpaste and swallowed a small dose of mouthwash. When she took her place at the table across from Chad she felt more like herself.

They ate in silence and for a moment she allowed herself to dream of him letting her leave early again. That dream was quickly squelched when another knock on the door invaded their private party. Chad winked, stood up and walked across the room.

When Grace heard the sound of another man's voice her skin grew pale and her hands began to shake. "So this is her?" a man said after stopping next to Grace.

Grace kept her eyes on her hands, refusing to look up at the stranger. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him move his hand. She felt his fingers brush her hair and instinctively she pulled away. Chad was there though. He grabbed her head and made her look up. Standing in front of her was a man she did not recognize.

He ran his fingers over her lips and ordered her to open her mouth. She did so and he pushed his thumb inside. "Suck it," he told her. Grace whimpered out of fear and disgust, but complied, sucking the thumb like a tiny cock. The stranger grinned, pulled his thumb free and removed his belt. "Now the real thing," he said.

Grace turned away and stared at Chad. He said nothing, but his gaze drifted lazily over to the envelopes. With shaky hands Grace opened the man's trousers and began to suck on his cock. He was quick to take control from her. His hands moved into her hair and his fingers wrapped tightly around the curly locks. He pushed her down to the base of his shaft, causing her to gag. She tried to pull free, but he kept her there, forcing her to breathe through her nose and swallow the saliva that formed around his rod.

The scent of his sex rolled over her. The musky aroma made her nostrils flare and her pussy tighten. She moaned and the two men chuckled. "Told you she was a cock whore," Chad whispered.

Grace glared hotly toward her enemy, but could say nothing. Her mouth and throat were too full of cock. The stranger pulled her up and dropped her back down. Repeatedly he abused the back of her throat until he was coming. He shot the first load into her mouth and then the rest he let cover her face. After he came, she was forced to clean him and then he left just as swiftly as he'd entered.

She wiped the man's cum off and stared at the floor. Hot tears of shame rolled down her face. Chad walked over and told her to wash up and head home. Quietly she did so, but she moved with less speed than the day before as humiliation weighed her down.

Back at home she stared at her reflection. She had showered away the proof of her adultery and to the outside world she looked like Grace – faithful wife, devoted mother, and doting daughter. She saw the truth though. She was a pathetic weakling and had no right to the life in which she was living. That night she allowed her husband to hold her, yet she still refused his sexual advances. "I'm not feeling good," she whispered as tears slipped down her cheek.

"You want to talk about it?"

She shook her head no, closed her eyes and silently wept, while he touched her hair and soothed her with words of love and adoration.

Wednesday arrived and with it came a feeling of despair. Grace placed her kids on the bus after giving her husband a kiss and a hug and then she stared at her car keys. She didn't want to go to the hotel. She wanted to rebel and to take control back. She toyed with the hotel key card, taking note of the hotel's name, address, and telephone number. It didn't take her long to dial the number, nor did it take the attendant who answered very long to connect her to room 524.

Chad's deep voice came through the line and when she told him that her youngest was running a high fever he allowed her the day off. "If he's not better by morning, we'll have to make other arrangements," Chad had warned before hanging up.

Relief swept over Grace as she put the phone down and claimed the chair closest to her. An hour passed as she forced herself to relax and remain calm. Chad had believed her and with that came a small sense of normalcy. She pushed herself away from the table and began to go about her day. The kitchen counters were cleaned, the stove wiped down and the floor mopped. She felt like herself as she headed to the upstairs bathroom to clean and scrub away at miniscule specks of dirt and grime. When she moved to head down stairs, a shadowy figure walking across her yard brought her up short.

Deep in her gut she knew who it was. Grace moved to the living room and pulled the curtain back, allowing her just enough room to peek outside without being noticed. Chad walked across the yard, and made his way along the walk that would take him to the front porch. Her skin grew pale and her palms became cold and clammy. The knock he delivered to the door made her jump. She chewed on her lower lip, refusing to move or answer his assault.

Again he banged on the door and again she refused to move. It wasn't until he called out that "little Brian looked like he was having a great time during first recess" that Grace finally moved. She hurried to the door and pulled it open.

"You're stalking my son!" she shouted.

Chad pushed his way in, closed the door and pressed the screen of his phone into her face. There was a photo of her youngest boy happily playing with his friend's in the school playground. "Stay away from my kids!" she screamed, lifting her hand to slap at her blackmailer.

Chad caught her wrist and spun her around, forcing her against the door. He pocketed his phone and pushed her skirt up, exposing her pink panties and trembling legs. "You lied to me," he hissed as he undid his pants.

Grace said nothing. She'd been caught and she knew to voice her displeasure at her treatment would only mean he would stop and threaten her with the envelopes. She felt his hand hook her panties and pull the fabric to the side. His cock slammed into her pussy and he pumped vigorously until his cum was spraying the insides of her sex. When he pulled out, he buttoned up, pushed her away and left the house.

Once again discarded as the slut she was Grace slid to the floor and buried her face in her hands. She remained there for hours and had it not been for the chiming of the Grandfather clock in the hall she would have still been there when her kids came home.

That afternoon as the kids did their chores, played their games and studied for the next days lessons. Grace was a shell of a human. She made supper and waited for her husband to come home. When he did, she took the box she'd gotten in the mail and followed him into the bedroom.

He stared at her, questioning the look of fear and panic that was easy to read on her tear stained face. "What's going on?" he asked as she opened the box and handed him the papers, the disk, and the photographs.

"I'm a slut. A whore. A cunt," Grace admitted.

Her husband took the papers, sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at them before glancing up at her. "I told Chad you'd break before the week was up."

Grace's world began to spin and her head began to throb and ache. A dark tunnel seemed to surround her as she listened to her husband tell her about his old college rowing partner, who was a PI for a law firm in Florida. He told her about how he had begun to doubt Grace's fidelity when he had discovered a hidden stack of credit card charges and receipts for hotels that were just a few hours away. He had asked Chad to look into things and what his friend had uncovered had been unnerving.

"So you cooked all of this up?" she asked, as she slid to the bed and sat on its edge.

"I wanted to see if you were truly as much as a cunt as all of that led me to believe," he shrugged his shoulders, took a deep breath and whispered, "guess you are."

Grace shook her head back and forth, still denying that her husband had been a part of everything.

"Chad's got a place for you tonight and the rest of the week, the weekend too. I'll take care of the kids."

She looked up. "I'm not going back to him!" she shouted.

"You've got no other choice. With all of this," his hand swept through the air, signaling to the papers and evidence on the bed, "you'll be ruined in this town. Finish your week with Chad and the divorce will be a lot less messy."

Grace licked her lips, turned her head and shuffled her way back through the house. She looked around, and was thankful that the kids were in their rooms. She glanced back at her husband who stood in the hall staring back at her. Neither said a word, as she picked up her keys and headed out the door.