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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards at yahoo.com.  I will be
delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 


"The Wolf Inside Part Five"
By Shon Richards


Riding the train was hard. This was where I had met Eden, and my
eyes kept looking for her. No one had her golden-red hair. No one
had her incredible smell. I thought about how she'd taken me.
When we met again things would be different, I fantasized. For
one thing, I wouldn't be the one begging.

I got off the train and got on the long escalator to street
level. It moved so damn slow. Actually, everyone was moving slow.
The crowd reminded me of a herd of cows, not moving so much as
leaning and falling forward. I wanted to run. I wanted to push my
body and sweat. Instead, I was stuck on a slow escalator with 100
people standing lazily before me.

When I reached my office building, I skipped the elevator. It was
ten flights up, but I took the stairs. Two at a time, I ran up
the steps. Up and up I climbed, and the higher I went, the faster
I got. By the time I reached my floor, I wasn't even breathing
hard.

I walked into my office with a cocky grin. I felt great. I felt
superior somehow. My only regret was that my work would force me
to sit down and stare at a bunch of numbers when I could have
been outside running the streets.

The smell of pussy hit me as soon as I walked in. It was just as
strong as Bee's had been. My cock became hard again.

"Hey, Dylan, feeling better?" Gwen asked. 

I stepped closer to Gwen, trying my best to smell her without,
you know, snorting. It wasn't her.

"Yeah, I'm feeling much better," I said.

She looked at me a little oddly. "You look different. Did you get
a haircut?"

"Nope," I said. "I'll bet Lisa wants to see me right away?"

Gwen nodded. She was staring at me. I wondered if my zipper were
undone because she kept looking below my waist.

"Yes, she said for you to come in as soon as you get in."

I smiled. "Good, let's get her tantrum out of the way."

Gwen's jaw dropped in shock. That was terribly unprofessional of
me. Usually, I was afraid of Lisa, but the smell of pussy was
driving me up the wall. I wanted to fuck. If I could figure out
whom in this office that I could smell, more than likely I could
fuck her. I knew that much now. 

I walked past rows of coworkers. The pussy smell grew stronger. I
kept licking my lips, tasting the pussy on the air.

"Dylan!" a male voice yelled out. It was Scott. He's kind of a
selfish dick, but aren't most office workers? He is always trying
to grab all the credit, but I don't take it personally. It's just
the way he is. 

There was really no reason why I walked right up to him and got
in his face.

"What?" I growled.

Fear spread across his face. "Umm, if you're feeling better, can
you check on the Comcast account for me? I'm running a bit
behind."

"No," I said. I turned and kept walking to Lisa's office. As soon
as I couldn't see him, the anger faded. My mood swings were
taking me by surprise. I just hoped I kept my shit together when
I talked to my boss.

The pussy smell hit me full force as I opened the office door. I
groaned. It was coming from Lisa.

"Sit down," she snapped. She was trying to be stern, but she had
no idea how fucking horny I was right now. 

God, she was a sexual harassment lawsuit come to life. Lisa was
an older woman, but she had thick lovely brown hair that came
halfway down her back. A round woman, she was barely keeping her
large breasts penned in with a red jacket. Thankfully, the
weather was too cold for a skirt so she was wearing black slacks,
but my eyes were drawn to her shoes. They were some sort of
expensive black strappy things that encased her feet like leather
bands. It made me want to bind her whole body in leather. 

The beast inside me wanted to fuck. I wanted to keep my job. I
pushed the beast down and tried to act normal. 

"Feeling better?" she asked. Her tone was sarcastic without an
ounce of concern.

"Much better," I said. My tone was just as sarcastic. Damn it, I
was trying to behave, but the bitch was pissing me off.

Her jaw clenched. I could hear her heart rate pick up. I could
smell her pussy surge. 

"Care to explain the attitude problem?" Lisa said.

I stood up. It felt wrong to sit. I wanted to tower over her. I
wanted to look down on her. I belonged above her.

"I don't have an attitude problem," I growled. "I just want to
get back to my fucking job."

The smell of her pussy grew stronger. The beast was howling
inside me. She would be a good fuck. 

"OK," she said. Her voice was almost quiet. "Get back to work."

The beast wanted to kiss her. Instead, I turned around and left.
I closed the door behind me as I left her office. The smell of
her pussy subsided just a little. God damn, I wanted to mount her
so badly. 

There was plenty of work piled on my desk. You miss a day
crunching numbers, and the requests seem to multiply. We manage
credit transactions, making us not quite a bank but more like a
glorified traffic cop. The finance world is constantly moving
money no matter who is sick or turning into a sexual predator. 

The math became an escape. The hard numbers and accounts occupied
my mind. There is no oral sex in verifying a state-to-state
transaction. There are no nipples to pinch in a weekly summary.
More important, the work was normal and sane. I didn't understand
why I could smell every time Lisa rubbed her thighs together, but
I sure as hell knew that the Bellsouth account was being
overcharged.

What I couldn't understand was Gwen. I had had a small crush on
our receptionist forever. Long legs and straight blond hair were
one of the best combinations known to man. I've lost count of how
many times I have fantasized about her, but today was different.
I couldn't smell her pussy. I couldn't hear her every breath. It
was as though she didn't exist. Even when I pictured her naked, I
couldn't get an erection. 

But when I thought of my boss, it took all I had not to walk into
her office and fuck her. That would be just for starters. The
beast wanted to make her beg for my cock. She would have to choke
my cock down before I would deign to let her pussy have it. And
when I did give it to her pussy, it would be with her bent over
her desk. The beast would make her cunt mine.

People began to leave. It was lunchtime, and I hadn't even
noticed. I got up and left the office. I had to get away from
Lisa. I had to get away from her delicious pussy before I did
something stupid. 

That's when I thought of the food court. Our office building was
part of a group of buildings that linked up to tiny mall. It was
a fast food trap, an utterly useless place to shop for anything
but a hot meal to get you through the rest of your workday.
Today, though, I realized that it might satisfy my more pressing
needs. If I couldn't give Lisa to the beast, maybe I could give
it someone else. 

I walked into the center of the food court. Crowds of suit-clad
people surrounded me. Some ate to escape the stress of their
jobs, while the others refueled as quickly as possible so they
could return even sooner. Stress and exhaustion collided over
plastic trays and Styrofoam cups. 

But here in the center, I could sense other things. Above the
smell of fried food and bad Chinese, I could smell pussy. Through
the roar of cell phones and plastic forks, I could hear
heartbeats coming closer. In a sea of suits and briefcases, some
people were as bright as stars. 

I thought about Eden. Did she have the same insistent beast
inside her? Did she have to go searching for strangers to fuck
just to get through her day? I thought about how she had raped
me, and I knew it was the case. 
 
A woman caught my eye. She was curvy, with curly brown hair that
framed her face. She was wearing a black dress that was very
professional, but somehow, I knew she had a tattoo of handcuffs
on the small of her back. Any other day, I wouldn't have given
her a second glance, but I was different now. Now I could smell
how wonderful she was. The beast approved.

I used to have trouble walking through crowds, but today, I
weaved through them as easily as I deleted old accounts. Lines
and the flow of traffic were pretty insignificant compared to the
task of reaching the woman I wanted to fuck. Men knew to get out
of my way. Women were glad I hadn't chosen them. 

She didn't see me till I was right beside her. Our eyes met, and
I could hear her heartbeat soar. Discretion never entered my mind
as I grabbed her by the hand.

"Let's find somewhere to fuck," I whispered.

She blinked. Her mouth opened and closed. A smile formed. "OK,"
she said.

I led her through the crowd. I debated heading to my car. I
considered taking her back to my office. Luckily, I found what I
needed. There was a small store that had closed recently. It had
sold office stuff, things like pens and notepads. It had gone out
of business, and the mall owners had put those annoying makeshift
wall partitions up to block the entrance. They were designed to
hide the stink of economic failure from the rest of the mall.
That suited me perfectly. 

I stepped behind the wall, still holding onto the woman's hand.
For a moment, she hesitated   but only for a moment. The doorway
to the store had one of those chain wall things that came down
like a garage door. It was no problem. I reached down and with
one hand, ripped the door off the bolt that had pinned it down.

"Holy shit," the woman said. 

The beast liked the look on her face. It was fear mixed with
lust. 

The store was just an empty space. There was no light except for
what leaked over the top of the wall partitions. The only thing
left of the old store was a few shelves. They would serve my
purposes.

"What's your name?" I said.

"Janet," she said. 

"Well, Janet, my name is Dylan," I said. "Before we fuck, I have
a few little rules you need to follow."

She nodded eagerly. "I understand." The smell of her pussy told
me she was happy to have some rules. 

I pulled her to one of the shelves. Taking both of her hands, I
raised them above her head placed them on the highest shelf. When
I looked down at her, I caught her trying to sniff my neck.

"Rule number one," I said. "Do not move your hands."

She smiled. "Will you punish me if I do?" Her eyes were hoping I
would say yes.

"I'll punish you by not fucking you," I said. I unzipped my pants
and stepped out of them. 

"Holy," she said when she saw my cock. I was hard, of course. My
cock felt bigger than usual, although that could just be my
imagination. 

I lifted her skirt up to her waist. Janet swayed back and forth,
trying to tease me and seduce me. She didn't know that the smell
of her pussy had already seduced me. 

Her panties were a shiny blue material. I pulled them down and
tossed them aside. Her cunt was right in front of me, a tiny
patch of hair pointing down to her clit.

"Rule number two," I said. "Ask me to eat you."

"What?" she asked. 

My fingers reached for her pussy, and I pinched a fold of skin.
She cried out, but I noticed she didn't move her hands. 

"OK, OK," she said. "Please eat me. Please, please, please, umm,
I forgot your name."

"It's Dylan," I said. Then I dived into her pussy. 

When I am in this state, eating pussy is like falling into a pool
of cunt. I don't have the self-control to tease or be subtle, I
just lick. My mouth does the fucking, my tongue thrusting and
over and over into that sumptuous cup of desire. I gorge myself.


Only dimly was I aware of Janet. I heard her moans, and they were
as inconsequential as the sounds from the mall. When her legs
spasmed and her hips twisted, my hands pinned her down so I could
resume eating. When she climaxed, I noticed only because her
pussy became even more delicious. She's not a person or even a
lover; to the beast inside me, she's just lunch

When I had eaten my fill, my desire shifted. I stood back up and
looked Janet in the face. In the dim light, I saw that her face
was flushed. Her lipstick had bite marks. Luckilyy for her, her
hands were still where I had placed them. For some reason, that
turned me on more than her pussy did. 

"Your pussy needs my cock," I said. She nodded. 

I unzipped my pants. "Say it." I said.

"My pussy needs your cock," Janet said. It was barely a whisper.

I grabbed one of her breasts. Her shirt and bra gave her no
protection as I squeezed. She winced, but I could smell the fresh
desire going to her pussy. 

"Louder," I said.

"I need your cock," she said. It was no longer a whisper, but she
was still trying to be quiet.

I released her breast and grabbed her legs. She squealed as I
easily lifted her up. She wasn't a small woman, and I doubted she
had ever been lifted like this before. Hell, I had never lifted
anyone like this before. I guess we were both lucky.

"One more time," I said. My cock brushed against the lips of her
sex. My arms were the only thing keeping her from being impaled.

"Yes, please, I need you," she said. It wasn't as loud as I
wanted, but it was enough for the beast. Her helplessness and her
need to be taken were enough.

I lowered her onto my cock. My new body had no trouble handling
her weight. My fingers clamped onto her thighs, holding her
steady as my cock opened her up. Once I was completely inside
her, it was just as easy to lift her body back up. Oh, yes, I
loved my new strength.

I watched Janet's face as we fucked. Disbelief was such a turn
-on. She held onto that shelf for dear life, as much afraid of
disobeying me as she was of falling. Janet had nothing to worry
about. Her body was in my arms, and I wouldn't let go till I was
done.

The people continued about their business. The thin partition
walls blocked none of the sound coming from the crowd. Normal
people ate, walked and talked on their cell phones. As I fucked
Janet in my arms, I actually pitied them their mundane lives.

Janet climaxed. She clenched her eyes and bit her lip hard enough
to draw blood. I kept fucking her.

She came again. Her moans were loud with none of the discretion
she had shown before. Pleased that she'd found her voice, I took
it from her with a kiss. My mouth was still wet from her pussy
but I took her mouth with the same hunger.

It was my turn to climax. I cried out, but I kept kissing her, as
if my orgasm were no reason to interrupt my taking of her mouth.
My cock emptied into her cunt, but it was another ten minutes
before I stopped thrusting. Fucking had become about more than
orgasms. It was about taking until you were done.

When the beast was finally sated, I gently set Janet down. Her
legs wouldn't support her body at first, so I held onto her till
she got her balance. I took pride in her inability to stand. It
had become my new standard for a good fuck. 

Janet leaned on me, but she didn't look at me. She kept saying
"wow" over and over, as if she had just climbed off a roller
coaster. It was shock, pure and simple. She had been going
through her ordinary day and then she got fucked silly. That was
not a simple thing to process.

"Where are my panties?" she asked.

I bent over and scooped them up. "They are mine now," I said. 

Janet nodded. "OK," she said. "That was great, but umm, I should
head back to work."

I almost laughed. She made no attempt to stay in touch. It
reminded me of Bee. The sex was great, but it was also
overwhelming. This wasn't normal. This wasn't how civilized
people acted. 

She left first. I pocketed her panties and came out later. The
only pussy I noticed was the taste of Janet on my tongue. 

The beast was satisfied. My fears and worries were slowly coming
back. I was nervous as I stood in that empty store, wondering if
security was going to walk in at any moment. 

It was safe to go back to work. 

 
To be continued.

If you enjoyed this story please drop me a line at shonrichards
at yahoo.com.
Or visit my blog at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/



 

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