Purge: Part One (Purge Stories)

by Jennifer Foor

  He stands and faces me, bringing his hand over to lift my chin. The space between us ceases to exist while he holds my focus. “I’m here to give you everything you want. If I do something wrong, tell me so I can rectify the situation. With regard to the rules, not much is ever off limits.”

  I lick my lips before responding. “That’s good to know.”

  “Would you like to fuck now, or perhaps you’d want to take a bath first?”

  I think about pouncing on this beautiful man, and as much as I’m anticipating the idea of it, I’d like to know every single orifice of my body is clean. “A bath sounds fantastic.”

  He takes my hand and leads me into the attached bathroom, having me sit down on the edge while filling the large soaking tub. He allows me to smell several different soap scents before pouring my choice into the flowing stream of water. He’s very attentive while taking my hand and helping me in once the water has reached the proper level. Stephan joins me, positioning himself to face me at the other end. His legs brush over mine, the hair tickling as he extends them as far as his height will allow.

  I smile and look into his eyes. “How old are you?” I simply have to ask.

  “Does age matter? Did you come here to get to know me, or fuck until you can’t possibly continue?”

  I bite down on my lip and consider the question. Maybe it’s best not knowing. I still shrug. “I suppose it’s easier for me to express myself if I know a little about the person I’ll be spending the next week with.”

  “And will you ask the others we’ll bring into the mix?”

  This makes me feel dirty and I like it. I slosh the water around, avoiding eye contact with him as I answer honestly. “I have a feeling once we get going nothing else is going to matter.”

  “I’ll answer three questions, and after that it’s off limits. I’m twenty seven.”

  “What brought you to this career choice?”

  He smiles. “What didn’t? I get to have sex often. I make excellent money. I only have to work two weeks out of the month.”

  “Wow.” I start thinking about how much this week adventure is costing me. Twenty-five grand. It may seem like an unreachable amount for many. Truth be told, I put mine on a credit card I’d recently paid off. I felt like it was either that or get bigger boobs. After much consideration I felt like if I couldn’t love myself and figure out who I am inside and out, then plastic surgery wasn’t going to provide me with the answers.

  “Last question. How much do you get for spending the week with me?”

  His sly grin tells me this isn’t the first time he’s been asked this same question. It’s only normal for me to question it, since he’ll be doing most of the work. I begin to wonder what his other partners have been like. Were they attractive?

  I consider myself sexy. I’m a women’s size eight. I work out regularly, but I also eat what I want. I frequently have my hair professionally colored, and spend more than I want to admit on expensive makeup that is supposed to condition my skin. Right now my hair is pretty natural. It’s gotten long, and my brown locks are always blowing into my face, especially when I’m outside.

  I run my hands through it while I await his response.

  “I make at least five grand each week I work. My schedule is normally two weeks out of the month, as I mentioned before. I’m also provided with tips on occasion. Without having to pay for rent or a house, I’m able to bank almost everything I bring in. My medical expenses are paid for, and if I ever need to take time off it’s given without question.”

  I want to ask what his family thinks, but I’m out of questions. It’s time to stop stalling. I’ve paid a hefty amount of money to have sex until I can’t possibly take it anymore, and I’m postponing it to ask questions I shouldn’t need to know.

  My eyes find his, and I can sense he’s waiting for me to make a decision.

  I’ve been with handsome men before. My husband was very good looking, so I’m not threatened by Stephan’s masculine beauty. This prolonging has gone on for too long. I’m denying myself what this man is trained to provide. “Enough of the small talk. Are you going to wash me, or do you like to watch a woman take care of herself?”

  “Either choice is pleasurable, but I’d prefer to touch you.”

  I swallow my nerves and slide closer to him, coming up on my knees within his reach. My naked breasts glisten against the light emerging from the stain glass window. He rakes me in, starting at my face, then finally moving down, biting his lip and groaning as he does it. “Mmm, come closer.”

  He takes my hands and holds both of them while bringing his lips close to mine. I offer my own assumption and inch forward until we're finally kissing. From the beginning this is nothing chaste. He's skilled, his tongue rhythms with mine.

  I'm shaking worse now, only because this intense moment between us only proves what will come. As he pulls away, Stephan coasts his eyes over where his lips just were. I part them just enough to exhale the last bit of worry and narrow in once more.

  Stephan grips both sides of my head, holding my position for this second kiss. For a few minutes we're both occupied by our anticipated lust.

  This time Stephan doesn't allow me to have another. He removes his hands, bringing them to sit on my waist. The water splashes as he lifts me until I'm standing, my exposed pussy directly in his view. I need to relax, but as my body trembles I'm too consumed with greed to pause. His surprisingly scratchy facial, perhaps from shaving the night before, runs against the smooth of my pussy just above my clit. While sucking in a breath, my eyes focus more on what he’s doing. This gives a five o'clock shadow a reason to be jealous. As this man's gruff face courses over my skin my body reacts accordingly, tingles and chills invading every limb. I can feel my nipples hardening more in the brisk air as my wet body remains standing. He holds me close, continuing to rub me there without the use of his hands. I run my fingernails through his scalp, capturing a chunk of hair in order to have some sort of control over him. Though he remains fixated on this current task, I need further reassurance I won't be left disappointed. My focus is selfish. I've paid good money for this, and I'll be damned if I let a single opportunity go to waste.

  Like a dog starved for water, he begins to lap. His tongue is warm as it becomes cozy with my hot cunt. He uses his skilled muscle to infiltrate my folds, gliding in between them like he's found the cream to his favorite craved donut. He delves into the task, making it obvious he knows exactly what a woman needs and desires. He'll be rewarded equally for this act, so I expect nothing less than perfection from the get-go.

  I’m on the verge of my weakened legs giving out completely. On the edge of being satiated by a ripping orgasm, my body begins to quake, parts of me going numb, while others react accordingly. He continues eating my pussy, licking my clit with precision and added pressure, while I cling to his hair and hold on for dear life.

  It’s been a minute and I’m still crumbling, butterflies invading every part of me. He’s relentless, pushing me to new heights without regard for my ability to control any part of this. I’ve become his victim and I want more. If this is only the beginning I’m in for a delightful week.

  Stephan pulls away as my knees buckle and force me back down in the water. I’m sitting over his legs, the perfect position to feel his needy arousal. He’s turned on from feasting on my pussy, and it excites me to know it’s my turn to show him exactly who he’s dealing with. My legs hug his waist as I lean forward and lick away the remnants of me that remain on his face. We dive into a kiss that leaves me breathless and needing more. “I think you need to fuck away this predicament,” I whisper against his lips while stroking him a couple times.

  “It would be my pleasure,” is all he’s able to get out before I’m positioned and rocking over him. Right now I don’t care about anything else. I want to be filled, fucked, and eaten again. I want to crumble the next time he walks into a room because I know exactly what it will imply. This is what I want. It’s what
I came for, and I won’t settle until there’s nothing left to explore.

  Chapter 4

  The ambience of the community room is romantic and dark. Burgundy drapes cover every single wall while plush velvet furniture is arranged to give a good view of everything taking place. A soft music plays from above speakers, while a group of people are center stage. All naked, ranging in different ethnicities, the orgy proceeds as visitors come and go, some bold enough to strip from our robes and join them.

  With my arm linked to Stephan I feel safe. He leads me over to a seat and takes the spot beside me. I’ve never actually watched people have sex because I wanted to, not live and in person. On the screen it’s meant to be entertaining and bring pleasure, but this circumstance is something different entirely.

  Women and men are kissing each other, not caring who is who or what each has to offer. They’re aroused in the moment, hardly paying attention to the watchers. For a few moments I feel uncomfortable, as if this is something meant to be private. I didn’t pick this on today’s agenda, but after the sex we had in the pool while another couple did the same at the other end, Stephan wanted to show me what I was in store for tomorrow, if it’s what I chose.

  To be honest I’m a little sore. In all my life I’ve never fucked so much. I’m fairly certain the men employed here have to be eight inches or more. Don’t get me started on girth. I could barely wrap my lips around Stephan this morning for my breakfast.

  I think I enjoyed waking up next to his naked beauty as much as doing dirty things with him. It’s quite a spectacle to know he’s mine for my stay, unless I tire and want someone new.

  Maybe I’ve died and gone to heaven.

  Stephan leans his body against mine to whisper in my ear. “You’re welcome to join in at any time.”

  Placing my hand on his bare leg, and getting a rush when I think about him being naked underneath the robe he’s wearing, I make eye contact with him. “Would it turn you on if I did?”

  I know this is his job, but I’m also aware of how turned on he gets when I talk like this. There’s no doubt we’re physically attracted to one another, and now that we’ve had sex it’s heightened.

  He drags the back of his hand over my cheek. “I’m getting hard thinking about it.”

  Stephan takes the fabric of my robe from my shoulders and slowly lets it fall behind me. Fully exposed for anyone to see, my body reacts accordingly.

  He pads kisses across the nape of my neck and up to my earlobe, while I watch three individuals across the room involved in ménage situation that makes every inch of me burn with desire. An extremely muscular man is underneath a curvy, voluptuous brunette who is riding him hard. Her long dark hair hangs down to the crack of her ass. She’s purposely lifting, almost to where he slips out, only to ram back against him. Their moans make the hair stand on my arms. Another man is positioned behind her. She’s leaning back, making out with him and using her hand to jerk him off. The rhythm matches her fucking.

  While I’m captivated, Stephan maps his way around my body, kissing my back and massaging my breasts. My body arches in reaction to his touch. Something inside of me awakens and I’m suddenly eager to have my own experience. I watch the facial expressions of the three people I can’t take my eyes from. This is real. It’s raw and hot as fuck.

  Watching the female spin around and face the second guy, I bring my arm up and tuck it behind Stephan’s neck before glancing up at him with an ornery smirk. My voice is more of a sultry whisper. “I’m so turned on.”

  Taking one of his hands that’s cupping my breast, I shove it down between my separated legs and let him do his magic. He’s not slow. Stephan doesn’t take his time. The object of the game is to get me off. Sporadic flicks of my clit, like the strumming of guitar give me quakes. My heavy eyes remain focused on the threesome. One of the men starts to lose it. He grips the hips of the female, but in turn she hops off of him. In a matter of seconds I watch the other guy lean forward and catch the cum. His head goes down to devour the cock as he sucks and licks every remnant off of it.

  I lose it. My eyes squeeze shut as an orgasm rips through me like none before it. My hands dig into the velvet fabric of couch and the back of Stephan’s hair. His mouth is against my ear and the vibrations of his voice only heighten what’s happening to me. “I’d like to fuck you now.”

  His hand comes away from my pussy and raises to his lips. He savors my juices for a brief moment before reaching in to kiss me. Reveling in utter bliss, I moan and climb on top of him. I can’t stop myself. I need to fuck him, right here in front of everyone. I want to ride him as we continue watching. With one arm hooked around his neck, I lean back and peek at the people closest to us. It’s a man and a woman in matching robes like mine. They’re staring right at us. I smile in a wicked way and moves my hips against my partner harder. My tits begin to shake, and I can feel the sweat pouring down in between them. Stephan leans in a sucks my nipple in between his teeth.

  The other woman also began slipping off her partner’s robe and then her own. Her eyes were fixated on mine as she dips down and starts stroking and sucking on his thick, delicious cock. My mouth waters as I catch sight of the size. I’m not surprised he’s hung like Stephan. It’s obviously a job requirement I can appreciate.

  The other couple excites me when they ask me over to their spot. I sit on the edge of the soft fabric just a few inches away from her while she screamed as she begins riding him. She looks right at me while she starts riding him harder.

  Stephan leans back and keeps his gaze fixed on my reaction to being this close to another couple fucking. When our eyes lock I’m so turned on my lips part and I almost beg him over.

  Stephan reads my mind. He stands, coming toward me with a dick so hard I could most likely jump right on it. Imagining how tight it fits only gets me hotter. I can feel my pussy dripping with anticipation.

  “Do you want to fuck my partner?” The female asks, while running her fingers up my arm like a spider. “Or the both of us?”

  I’m not sure what to say. I’ve fooled around with women before, but it was years ago. The idea of having a foursome sends me into a sexual journey I know I’ll never recover from.

  “I want both you.” I reply as I lean forward and place and slow passionate kiss over her lips.

  Right away she reciprocates, her tongue drawing circles against mine. We’re moaning and being touched by our men, and I’m too consumed to open my eyes to see who is touching where.

  Fingers reach between my legs and slip inside of me. I can feel hot breath near my ear and the sound of Stephan’s voice. “I was hoping this would happen.”

  In this circumstance I’m not sure who is seducing whom. I’m also unsure of which of these people are the visitor or employee, not that it matters. The female begins playing with my breasts. She breaks from our kiss and takes my nipple into her mouth. I watch her slippery tongue flick the tip and then her teeth dragging against it. Someone is rubbing my ass, and I find it complicated to use both of my hands simultaneously to explore both handsome men.

  Adjusting so I’m sitting on Stephan’s lap, my legs are immediately spread. The female gets down on the floor and narrows in on my sweet needy cunt. She purrs against it and then sucks the whole thing in her mouth. I gasp, losing my composure for a few moments.

  Stephan yanks me backward until he’s able to kiss me. I feel the woman’s face being shoved hard against my pussy and realize it’s because she’s being fucked from behind. Her partner pulls out of her and slaps his semi-hard cock against her ass a couple times. He’s making sure I get a good glimpse of it before slipping it back inside of her wet cunt.

  She’s still going to town on my pussy, and if I’m being honest it’s still not fulfilling this fantasy for me. I need more, and I know exactly how to get it.

  While watching her partner fuck her needy hole, I lift my ass so Stephan catches on. He manages to position himself at the base of my ass while I’m still being feasted on
.

  Anal sex is overwhelming for me. The pain is so brutal at first, and then it’s magically converted into the most pleasurable encounter. I love being fucked hard, my asshole loosening for my lover’s pleasure. Last night we explored my puckered hole, but this is the first time I let Stephan have his way with it. He starts out slow, running his cock around my soaked pussy to get it wet. When he presses it at the base of my hole he slides in inch by inch. Taking his girth is difficult, and especially when I’m watching this hot female’s fat lips sucking on my pussy like she’s devouring a peach. She soaked in my juices and loving every minute of it. From the look on her partner’s face I want to say he’s the person paying for the experience. His eyes lock with mine and that’s when I feel my first orgasm taking control. I cry out into the room, knowing damn well it gets the attention of everyone else around us. This only heightens my release. My body quakes and I’m gushing. The female closes her eyes like she’s savoring every drop. Stephan uses my inability to calm down to his advantage and grips my hips. The female pulls away which gives him some room to adjust our position. He pushes me forward until my face is against the velvet fabric. My ass rises to his liking and he’s back at. He’s slapping into me while the other couple decides they want to keep going. He approaches Stephan and feel his absence as soon as he pulls out of my ass. Before I’m able to turn around I feel a different cock inside of my ass. He starts fondling my tits and ends up pulling me onto his lap like I’m sitting there. Stephan leads the female by the hands and shoves her down between my legs. She kneels and leans her face forward toward my pussy again. This time it’s her fingers that play into my spent juices.

  I’m unhinged. Every single time her fingers slip across my clit I jerk. I’m screaming, writhing, and clenching onto the man’s legs that fills my hole.

  Now she’s rubbing my clit like a DJ to a record. It’s fast and vigorous. She wants me to squirt and I’m about to explode.