Purpose Ch. 01

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This, is a story about Faye Damron. A very gorgeous 25 year old woman standing at 5'4" tall, weighing 120lbs, with a nice, petite body frame. She has blonde hair that reaches her shoulders, and eyes an incredibly light shade of blue. If her flawless white skin, or nice, perky 36D breasts didn't draw you in, her eyes would, if they locked onto yours. Her ass was nice and round, and managed to always catch at least one poor man's attention when she went out.

Faye lived in a small country town, and worked as a receptionist at a small motel. She'd lived here all her life, and as she grew up, her body filled out rather nicely. It must have, because she was constantly being hit on by the locals she'd grown up with. This was the reason she grew up to have that, "independent woman" attitude.

One night, Faye was in her bed with her laptop, typing up her little stories she liked to write on occasion. She had just gotten off the phone with her boyfriend, Ryan, not too long ago. They'd been dating for about a year, and she had been arranging to move in with him in New York, as soon as he got out of that cramped apartment of his. Merely at the thought, she rolled her eyes. She paused her typing for a moment as her e-mail, which was minimized, let off a ding.

Pulling it up, she saw one new message, from someone named Adrian Roberts. "Who is that..." she wondered, "I haven't given this e-mail out to anyone, except for when I applied at the motel." Opening the email, it read:

"Hello Faye. In just a minute, you will be receiving a phone call. I won't take up much of your time, and I promise you won't regret it."

She couldn't help but laugh. "Riiiight..." she said, "Like I'd even answer a call from a complete-" she noticed an attachment to the e-mail. A sound file, and a small one at that. "stranger..." Unable to help herself, she clicked the file. After the e-mail scanned for a virus and found it clean, it automatically opened. A soft flute played a few notes, and a voice came up at the end. "Thank you for listening." The file closed on its own, and she blinked, just as the phone started to ring. Immediately, she picked up the phone.

"Hello?" she said, her voice soft, almost at a whisper.

"Good evening, Faye. This is Adrian Roberts. I would like to make an offer for you." His voice was deep, but very smooth, very soothing. She couldn't help but blush, thinking immediately about how Ryan's voice was so much higher, something she hated about him. "What makes you think I'll even listen to anything a total stranger would want to say to me?" she asked, though her tone screamed with curiosity.

"You picked up, didn't you?" He said, and she could tell there was a grin at the other end. She blushed deeper, the corners of her mouth twitching as well.

She coughed once, her expression forced to a straight face. "Alright, I'm listening..." she said, her other hand reaching to her hair, twisting a few strands over her finger.

"You have a gorgeous body, I'm sure we both know this, as well as many other men do in town. We both also know that you hate the fact that there are so many eyes on you because of it. Am I wrong?"

She blinked, and then the blush got deeper still. The locals did hit on her, a lot. They teased her about how she had that "feller in the city", and how she needed someone who could "treat her proper". She may hate that Ryan's voice was so high for a guys voice, but she was so thankful he didn't have that horrible country accent everyone around here had. She realized she'd gone silent, and coughed softly. "W-well yeah...that's right. What's your point?" she asked, still twirling her hair with her finger.

"Well, I'd like to help you with that. You see, I live in the next town over. I have a way to make sure no one bothers you like that anymore...if you're interested." She still heard that smile, as if he was convinced she wouldn't refuse.

Normally, if some creep called her like this, she'd have probably dropped the call already, if not just refused his offer and then hung up the phone. But with his deep tone and that confidence, something Ryan never had, she couldn't find the way to say no. She giggled, "I guess it couldn't hurt. Should we meet some-"

"No, no no," he said, cutting her off. "I'll be over in the morning to pick you up. Be up at 9, if you don't mind."

"Wh-what? But that's so-" Click. He'd hung up. "Wow, dick." she thought to herself. It was a few seconds before she realized she'd been playing with her hair. Quickly she dropped her hand. She never played with her hair. It was one of those 'cutsie' qualities those preppy girls always used to have when she was in high school. She hated that. There was another ding from her computer, a second e-mail from him. Sighing, she opened the e-mail.

"Thank you for your cooperation, miss Damron. See you in the morning." Another sound file was attached, this one a little bigger. It opened as soon as it finished downloading. The sound of a music box started, soft notes, one after another, in a very slow tempo. Suddenly she felt incredibly tired, like she'd ran a marathon. Before she could even process another thought, she fell back onto her pillow, and fell asleep.

Faye didn't remember waking up. She didn't remember much of anything, really. She was standing in her room, wearing a white tank top with no bra and some shorts, the music still playing from her laptop. "What..." she thought lazily, before shaking her head. Her thoughts came back to her. She'd gotten up and was ready to leave with Adrian, the random stranger that e-mailed her last night. Wait...was he a stranger? No...no that wasn't right. She knew him, of course. Why else would she have accepted to go with him? She heard a honk outside, and she jumped. "Coming!" she called, and rushed out the door. Her phone was buzzing on her bed, but she didn't notice. The music stopped as she closed the door behind her.

Adrian was 6'1", with short black hair and tanned skin. He was wearing a nice black suit with a red tie, and his eyes were a deep, piercing blue. The passenger door was open and he was grinning as she got into the car. "There you are my dear...how have you been? It's been years." he said, pulling out onto the road.

She giggled, then blinked. "Since when do I giggle?" He seemed to ignore it, still grinning. "I have a favor to ask you, Faye. I have this CD player there in the glove box...can you get it out for me?" his voice sent tingles through her spine. She opened up the glove box, and pulled out the CD player, a pair of headphones attached. She looked them over. They were the big kind that clamped over your ears.

"Good girl...now will you put them on for me? I want you to listen to it while we drive..." he said, his voice so soft, so warm. She blushed deeply, nodding as she put on the headphones. He reached over and hit play, and immediately the sound of a guitar met her ears. It was a slow beat, almost like a country song. Adrian touched her hand, and she looked up at him, her eyes somewhat wide. He mouthed something, but she couldn't hear it. The music seemed to get louder, and suddenly she was very tired. She fell back softly into the seat, and in moments, she was fast asleep.

When Faye woke up, she found herself sitting in a living room, and Adrian was across from her. She jumped up straight, and tried to speak, but felt like something had caught in her throat. She coughed, cleared her throat, and then managed to speak.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry darlin'! I didn't mean..." Something was off. Her voice was a bit higher than she remembered it being, and she had avoided certain words, 'darlin'' included, since she'd moved into town. She coughed and tried to speak again, but her voice only seemed to get higher. "How long was I out?"

"Not long," Adrian said, raising an eyebrow at her. "Don't you remember dear? We went to the mall and picked out some things, we even got to eat a bit. You said you were full, and you hadn't even finished a plate." he finished with a chuckle.

Faye blinked, tilting her head. His grin widened, and then it seemed to come back to her. "Oh yeah..." she said, then giggled. "You're always so sweet to me..."

"Only the sweetest for you, my dear." He laughed, then stood up. "I have to go for a little bit, I'll be back though I promise. Just get comfortable, alright? I'm going to bring you a surprise."

She giggled again, clapping her hands together, before stopping mid clap and putting her hands down. What in the hell was up with her? It felt odd, acting this way, but at the same time it seemed normal. While she sat there confused, Adrian laughed and walked over to her, kissing her forehead.

"Don't worry, my dear. I'll be quick. In the meantime..." he pointed toward the CD player she'd had in the car. "...will you go ahead and give that another listen for me? There's a new CD for you in there and everything." As she nodded, he grinned and made his way to the door. "Thank you, Faye. Don't miss me too much." He closed the door, and she was alone.

Faye looked around the room, the headphones already in her hand. Putting them on, she hit play, and classical music started to play. She clapped happily, she just *loved* classical music! She stood and started to move to the rhythm of the music. Looking around the room, she noticed it was pretty filthy. Magazines seemed to be just tossed everywhere, trash was on the tables, even plates and cups were littered around the place. Hesitantly, she started to stack up magazines, and as she did so a small tingle went up her spine.

She giggled at the feeling, and kept going, now picking up the trash. With each wrapper she crumpled, the tingle seemed to get stronger, and as it did so, she started to get turned on by it. By the time she'd finished taking dishes to the kitchen that was next to the living room she'd been in, her nipples were poking through her shirt, and her pussy was absolutely *dripping*.

The music had stopped a while ago, and shrugging off the headphones she stumbled down a hallway, towards the one door at the end, that had a light shining through the crack. Her shorts were soaked in the crotch, and she was shoving them off in absolute desperation as she placed her hand on the handle. Opening it, she found herself in a master bedroom with a huge canopy bed, a dresser which sat under a huge flat screen mounted on the wall, and what looked to be a door to a bathroom to the left of her. In the corner on her right was a painting easel, and beside that, a walk-in closet. She noticed none of this however, her clit now throbbing, begging to be touched, pinched even.

Faye found she'd not worn panties, and was happy for it. Stumbling to the bed, she fell onto it, her ass out and feet on the floor, unable to resist her pussy which had left a trail of juices on the floor. Slowly she pushed a finger in, juices almost pouring down her hand. She couldn't remember being this horny before, and she wished her boyfriend...whatever his name was, were there to pound her into every flat surface he could pin her to. One finger wasn't nearly enough, however, and immediately two more shot in with it. With a scream, she started to ride her fingers, hips working furiously to get them as deep as she possibly could.

At one point she hit the CD player, and must have hit the forward button. A second track started to play, loud enough she could hear it over her screams, even though the headphones were around her neck. A series of beeping noises filled her ears, a constant pattern of them seeming to repeat. Her mind went hazy for a minute, her hips only working harder and harder against her three fingers. The beeping stopped, and a loud snap came from the headphones. The track ended, and the CD player stopped.

The snap caused Faye to stop. Her eyes widened, and she licked her lips. Slowly she stood, pulling her fingers away from her almost gushing pussy and brought them to her lips, sucking them totally dry. Just the taste was enough to make her moan. A thought popped into the front of her mind. Dresser, first drawer. Turning, she walked to the dresser slowly, her entire body still trembling, begging for release while she slid off her tank top, revealing her gorgeous breasts. Inside that first drawer were a very long vibrator with a suction base. It was *just* what she needed. It would help her just fine until Adrian came back. Her body shook with desire at the thought of him mounting her in every position she could think of. That was her job, after all. No...not her job. Her *purpose*. To please him. To be used by him. To be fucked by him, to suck his huge meaty cock, and to lick up every single drop of delicious cum he could muster from himself. She giggled at the thought, it felt so *good* to know her place, almost as if she'd just found it.

Securing the vibrator firmly on the floor, she turned it to its highest setting, and without wasting any time, slammed down onto it as hard as she could. Her body tensed up immediately, one hand pinching her nipple, the other starting to reach for her clit. the feeling was so intense, she started to squirt, juices soaking her thighs, the sound buzzing around against her walls. She regained her control after a moment, and started to writhe on the vibrator, needing more than the toy could ever give. A puddle started to form as she continued to squirt over and over, and her hand left her nipple.

"Cock..." she managed to whimper, her hand forming the shape of a nice, thick cock. She needed it, she needed to be filled in each hole, needed to swallow and take cum any and every way she could. It's all she was good for, it's all she needed, cock and cum. She started to scream for it, begging, "Cock! I need more cock! C-can't stop-must have m-more!!"

On and on Faye went, squirting over and over, her hips riding the toy as fast and hard as her body would allow. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the toy stopped buzzing. Faye fell back, the toy coming off the floor with a pop as her back hit the floor. The puddle of juices was now large enough that her lower back was now soaked in it. She whimpered, still wishing for more, when the sound of footsteps came up from behind her at the door.

---To be continued...---