National pleasure

National pleasure National pleasure

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Finding out that my boyfriend cheated is one thing, but finding out on national TV is quite another. Grant Carson is loved and watched by millions because of his fiery temper and caring, compassionate nature, but my grief was about to test his limits with juicy consequences....

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Finding out that my boyfriend cheated is one thing, but finding out on national TV is quite another. Grant Carson is loved and watched by millions because of his fiery temper and caring, compassionate nature, but my grief was about to test his limits with juicy consequences....

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Submitted: June 04, 2015

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Submitted: June 04, 2015

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Are you charging our neighbours for sex

That was the headline and a ratings dream. It would certainly grab my attention when I switched on the TV like millions of others do. 

The Grant Carson show is an award winning sensation. It's known by all and never fails to provide the best entertainment as people fall apart for the world to see. That's right the world. A fact that I had somehow forgotten until now. Until he just read out the lie detector results that my boyfriend Jay swore would come back as truthful. 

I looked around me at the audience and their mixed response. Some are clearly sympathetic, some look outraged, but most have that stunned smile on their face as they chuckle at my life. My shitty, false sense of happiness as I blindly went about my day whilst Jay counted his hard earned cash. 

"How do you feel Amanda?" Grant asked the most obvious question in the world yet I didn't have an answer. I was numb. How do you answer that? 

"We needed the money babe, I swear I didn't enjoy it!" Jay whined as the audience creased up laughing. It intensified the crippling humiliation inside me.

I wanted to scream at him, to take the chair I was sitting on and beat him to death with it. The adrenalin mixed with the anger could certainly tip those scales in my favour as I weighed up my options. I stared at the long line of minders dressed in black and I came to the conclusion that I wouldn't get the chair two feet in the air before someone had dragged me off set. It would have to wait until I got home. 

Home. The word made tears sting. My beautiful semi. Okay it might not be the plush pad that he's always wanted, but we did the best we could on our wages. Struggled and saved for the nicer things like normal people do. Only now I know where the extra came from. 

He had called it overtime and I was proud that he was out grafting for the finer things for us. My hardworking man. What a load of bollocks! It certainly put a spin on the phrase; hard day at the office. The hard being his cock and the office being whoever the highest bidder was on that particular day. It made me feel physically sick. 

"Amanda I need to know what you're gonna do from here sweetheart? This show will see you with any help you need..." Grant spouted the usual lines with that deliciously handsome smile. The smile all women swoon over, but it doesn't affect me today. My mind is too consumed with the fact that my boyfriend has been fucking our street. 

That's right not just one neighbour, the entire fucking street. Threesomes with the Henderson's next door, late night drop in's to two single mum's and by all accounts, many visits to Wayne or Cici as he is known at weekends. That little gem had really stung. It was all shocking, all sickening, but Jay shafting a man was unbelievable to me. It told me that it was all about the cash, but it wasn't any sort of consolation. The price is too big as far as I'm concerned. 

I stared across the many expectant faces of the studio audience. Most are already judging me for sitting in silence. I can see the impatience written all over their faces. 

A crew member dropped some tissues in my lap and I instinctively raised my hand to my cheek. I never even realised that I was crying. 

The feel of warmth over my right hand made me snap out of my tangent and I turned to see Grant's handsome face close by looking sympathetic. The blue in his eyes mixed with a light green, which took me in instantly. There was an innocence there, a safety as they spoke a thousand words with just a look. It made my insides melt. He looks the epitome of gorgeous from his styled hair to his open collared shirt, which no doubt cost a fortune. 

The same warmth spread over my other hand and I throbbed between my legs thinking it was Grant. Believing that he wanted to touch me and make me feel better. I wanted it, I welcomed it and smiled slightly as we stayed locked in a trance. 

It was the jeers from the audience that snapped me out of it as I turned to see that the other hand was Jay's. 
The scum is actually trying to comfort me. I shoved it away violently feeling sick from the feel of his sticky skin touching mine. 

Suddenly my surroundings got the better of me. Jay's pathetic face, the judging audience and Grant's perfect smile, it ruined me. Then came the melt down. 

I stood up and wasted no time in slapping the cheating rat across his lying mug. The sting was instant on my palm, but it was nothing but satisfying. I ran away then. I ran backstage with Grant following closely. I knew there would be camera's and Jay trailing us and it made me panic. 

"Let me out...I...I...need out of here now!" I yelled as I ran through some double doors in a mad panic. I could hear Grant's voice not far behind and I marvelled at the speed and determination of this man. 

This place is like a maze. So many doors that lead to nowhere. Nothing but people and I've had a stomach full of those today. My jog turned into a sprint as I ran through the corridor and spied an ajar door at the end. I burst through it and was amazed to find an empty dressing room. It was the closest I've been to happy since we got here. 

Upon hearing Grant's voice again, I turned to see him running through the door with Jay and the camera's a few feet behind. The anger imploded and I kicked it shut locking the rest of them out. Grant for his part looks terrified. 

"Turn that off!" I screamed at him as I pointed towards his microphone. Within seconds he had flicked the tiny switch and thrown it. I can't even remember him having that on stage just now. A crew member must have passed it to him as he was chasing me. They must be used to doing things on the move. Must have a set plan for catching all of the juicy details as I breakdown at the shit storm that is my life. 

I paced the room as I sobbed. How could he do this to me? Thoughts of my family and friends seeing this disaster is almost a physical blow. I started to hyperventilate. 

I had naively assumed he would pass. That the beautiful genius that is Grant Carson, would make everything better and rid me of these demons that plague me. Jay had certainly done a good job convincing me that it was all in my mind. Just thinking of it made my blood boil and I started to growl in anger as my heart pounded in my chest. 

"Here, sit down darling and take a deep breath. Goodness you're shaking..." He said as he kneeled in front of me and rubbed the tops of my arms soothingly. I tried to control my breathing and every stroke seemed to ease my anxiety. Who wouldn't when it's Grant Carson doing the rubbing? 

"Now it's just us in here, no cameras or mic's. You can breathe easy okay? I do think you should face Jay darling. Don't allow him to get away with this. Let the world see that you're made of stronger stuff....." He trailed off and his eyes were ablaze with a passion that enthralled me. This man really loves his job. The fire inside him is remarkable and I can feel my crush intensifying by the second. 

"Now I'll get you some water and then we'll face them together, okay?" he smiled warmly as he stood up and made his way over to the mini fridge. I sat and pondered his words. Together. It was a nice way of putting it and I'd do anything to be in a together situation with this God. 

Suddenly it was all too clear what I needed to do. What the burning lust inside me wanted to do and I stood up to act out what was in my mind. Nothing else mattered in that moment. Not the crew banging on the door or the crushing heartbreak I feel over my life going up in flames. Just me and him. 

I closed the gap between us and caught him as he turned around with the bottle of water clutched in his hand. I pinned him between myself and the counter before kissing him. I pushed my tongue into his mouth in a full on sensual attack. 

For his part he never kissed back, never responded for the obvious shock had him paralysed. Christ I'm stunned at my own actions, but my soaking wet thong was all of the proof I needed that this was the right move. 

I cupped his crotch in my hand and he starts to harden instantly. I grabbed the back of his head hungrily as his own hands were up in surrender. One still clutching that damn water. 

I rubbed over his now straining erection and felt a ferocious hunger inside me. I wanted this man, needed him to help me. 

I broke away and got down on my knees ready to worship this God. He is trying to stop me now as I practically rip his trousers open like a ravenous beast. My determination is stronger than his and I managed to unleash that stunning cock. The big, pulsing wand that makes my heart hammer and my mouth water at just the sight. Just a drop of precum oozed out like a forming tear and I was over the moon. I was grateful for that mercy. 

I licked it and continued to tease the tip of my tongue over the tiny slit. The gateway to that creamy delight. I started to gently suck the head then. Lightly at first before sharpening the sensation making him groan. He is trying to stop me, but it's the weakest attempt ever and I was practically singing inside with the knowledge that he wanted it. 

My hand started to work the shaft as my mouth devoured the first few inches with the same rhythm. He tastes so good. Sweet, but sour at the same time. I upped my attack and cupped his balls with my other hand before letting just my mouth work his throbbing cock. 

The drop of the water bottle was a welcome sound as was the loud groan coming from him. The feel of his hands on my head sent an electric pulse down to my sloppy opening as my juices practically pumped out of me.  

I was in my element when he started bucking his hips to take himself deeper into my mouth. I groaned with delight as I moved my hands round to that perky arse. I grasped each cheek and pulled him towards me greedily. 

"Oh fuck yeah, get it in there! I'll fuck that quiet mouth of yours until your screaming for me to stop!" He growled making my sopping cunt twitch uncontrollably as he tightened his grip on my hair and thrust wildly into my mouth. 

I started to gag as his member forced it's way to the back of my throat and my eyes rolled in overwhelming desire. Grant Carson is fucking my mouth like a pro! That was all I could think of and I pulled him tighter as he screamed out my name along with more devilish filth. 

It was my undoing as he erupted at the back of my throat. My mouth filled with his seed and I swallowed it down like the delicious gift it was. 

He pulled out and released my hair making my scalp tingle immediately. He must have ragged my locks hard. I smirked at the thought and stood up feeling somewhat lighter and happy with my belly full of semen and a soaking wet thong as a reminder of Grant's help

"Well...err.....thank you Amanda..." He stammered making me chuckle. Grant Carson lost for words is a trophy all on it's own. The man that's known for his fiery temper and razor sharp wit is a mumbling wreck. 

"No thank you Grant" I winked feeling almost giddy. It was a high and one that will probably be short lived, but I chose to savour it anyway. 

Grant fixed his trousers and after checking himself over in the mirror, he opened the door to the palest crew members in the world. They look sick and shamefaced. 

"Mr Carson, your mic was on and....we....we heard everything...." One nervous looking man with a headset and a shiny face uttered timidly. 

"No it wasn't I switched it off you moron!" Grant snarled getting redder by the second. I was still in a daze from my stolen moment. 

"Yes sir but I'm afraid that she is still wearing hers and....and....well the entire studio heard you...." The man stepped back as the others followed suit. Grant stormed out like a hurricane knocking equipment over and barging through the many crew members waiting. He sounded like the perfect diva as he refused to go back on to the stage. 

I chuckled as the embarrassment inside me reached beyond any limits that I could possibly feel anymore. Jay took care of that. All I could do was laugh now. 

I looked at him, my boyfriend, my first love and smirked smugly. He actually has the nerve to look angry. For the first time today I feel like the victor and not even the shame of blowing the nations heart throb in front of the studio will bring me down now. 

"How's it feel lover? It hurts doesn't it? Needless to say we're done Jay and this girl, this mouth and this juicy pussy are no longer yours! I've seen and had better and I deserve better. Fuck you and that bunch of morons at home!" I snapped and walked passed him leaving him gobsmacked and just watching on as I walk away. 

I'll forever be known as the girl whose boyfriend humiliated her on TV, but all of those here today will know who won really. Their dressing room fun will never be aired, but no doubt it will be talked about for ages. 

Thanks to social media it was and I was no longer the pitiful victim. I was the legend that blew Grant Carson. 


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