The Purge - Sex Stories

The Purge

... there, taken her number and never called. But Kate was like a black widow – she drew me in and stole the air from under me. ‘You seem like a very nice lady, Kate. But am I really what you’re looking for?’ She put her hand on my forearm and squeezed, ‘Yes, you are.’ she said, and lead me to the elevator. ~ ‘Mr Wallis, can you hear me?’ said the ward sister. ‘He’s in cardiac arrest, I need an AED.’ The shocks excited his heart, and it beat. The fall fractured his wrist, and he woke to a cast. Life had a way of catching up with him – the booze, the drugs, the women. It had taken its toll. ‘Are you sure there’s no one we can call for you, Mr Wallis?’ He lowered the oxygen mask and prompted the nurse closer, ‘As I said yesterday, if anyone cared, they’d already be here.’ She left him to rest, his dinner untouched. They doubled his medication and added an aspirin to thin the blood. Although his spine burned with every breath, he remembered how much more Kates' betrayal hurt compared to it. ~ ‘Nifty little things, those key cards. Can’t get the hang of them myself.’ She pushed open the door and walked ahead of me. I enjoyed the view of her arse bobbing as she tip-toed across the carpet to the lounge and sat down. I joined her, caressing the side of her thigh. ‘How old are you, Kate?’ ‘It’s terribly rude to ask a lady her age.’ she said. ‘I know, but I can’t shake the feeling you’re too young for me.’ ‘Forty-one. And no, I’m not too young for you.’ I considered she might be a ...

... prostitute, but she dressed well and spoke with such aristocracy it felt wrong to suppose there were other motives. The money had always been a welcomed addition to my average looks, but Kate seemed interested in more – she clawed beneath the surface, tended to all that slushy shit inside me. It wasn’t an accident, spilling that drop of fizz onto her dress - I knew she’d take it off. She was horny as fuck, licking her lips and twisting the soft curls of her hair around her fingers like some dumb college kid. So when she lifted it off I threw her hard against the couch and yanked those plastic tits from her bra and into my mouth. Yeah, she said I was too rough, but I’m no unwitting moron - if she wanted a playgirl lifestyle, she’d have to pay for it. ~ ‘Rise and shine it’s a beautiful day.’ sang the ward sister. Another week had passed, seven long days and nights of unresponsive, comatose slumber. Mr Wallis’ eyes remained shut. ‘Come on, time to eat.’ She clapped her hands together. Nothing but long, deep breaths could be heard in the room. ‘Now, I won’t tell you again, Mr Wallis, if you don’t eat this breakfast, you won’t get any better.’ She placed her hands on her hips and sighed. Today wasn’t the day. She scribbled in his file and hung it back on the bed. ‘Too bad.’ she said, turning to leave, ‘Kate’s here to see you.’ ~ I looked up from between her thighs, ‘God damn it, Kate, your cunt tastes sweet.’ Then I pulled her lips open and sunk my face back into her meat. She liked it ...