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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 Three"
By Shon Richards

It was Friday night when I awoke again. My body still hurt, but
the aches had faded somewhat. My underwear was a mess from all
the times I had climaxed in my sleep. Thank God I didn't feel hot
anymore. Whatever fever I'd had was finally broken.

I stripped down and climbed into the shower. The cool water fell
on my body and washed the semen away. For 10 minutes, I just
stood there and let the cold water run over me. After sweating
for so long, it felt good to be embraced in near ice. 

Despite the cold water, my erection was still there.

When I got out of the shower, I saw myself in the mirror. My
chest was unrecognizable. It was covered in black hair that
stretched all the way down to my cock. I touched my chest,
thinking that maybe I had picked up some sort of lint, and I
noticed something more impressive. Underneath the hair was
muscle; hard, solid dense muscle that sure as hell hadn't been
there before.

I checked out the rest of my body. My little gut pouch was gone.
There was actually the beginning of definition on my stomach for
the first time in my life. My hands kept wondering around my
body. My ass was firm. My thighs were strong. I had biceps and
triceps that I could feel. No wonder I felt so sore. My body felt
as though it had been working out for a year, and apparently, I
had the muscles to show for it.

That certainly explained the exhaustion. I wasn't hungry, though.
Maybe I had crossed over into some sort of weird
too-hungry-to-be-hungry phase, but food seemed unnecessary. I had
no desire for it.

What I really wanted was to get laid. 

My pants were too tight, so I had to get out an old pair from a
few years ago. The only shirt I could find that would fit over my
chest now was an XXL that I had bought by accident. I didn't
bother to put shoes on. Barefoot just seemed right for tonight.

I stepped outside my apartment and walked to the railing. The
wind felt great. I was on the third floor, and I could see down
across most of the parking lot. It must have been around 6
because cars were flooding in at a constant pace. People were
coming home to their families, their lovers or their empty
apartments. 

I breathed in the air. It smelled like pussy. I breathed in
deeper. My cock throbbed. It smelled like wet panties. 

Barefoot, I ran down the stairs. My body took the steps three at
a time with ease. I didn't question my new fitness; I was too
busy following that smell.

I left my apartment building and walked down the parking lot. I
passed two buildings, and the smell grew fainter. I backtracked
to the second building. My nostrils were flaring, trying to suck
in more of that sweet smell. Up the stairs I went and I followed
the smell to apartment 206.

I knocked on the door. For a moment, I wondered what the hell I
was doing. If a woman answered, what the fuck was I going to tell
her? If it was a man, what the fuck then? 

A surge of anger lifted through me. If the woman had a man, then
that motherfucker was the one who needed to worry.

The door opened, and through the small crack I could see a young
blond woman. Christ, if she was legal she must have been in
college. Something inside me didn't care though. Legal or not, I
could smell her pussy, and I wanted it.

A lie sprang to my lips. "Is Amy here?"

Her expression changed. "No, I think you have the wrong
apartment," she said.

I recognized the look on her face. It was disappointment.

"Oh, man," I said. "Do you know which apartment she's in?"

She was hardly paying attention to what I was saying. Her eyes
were all over my arms and chest. Her mouth was slightly open, and
I got the feeling she was taking big gulps of air. It was very
weird.

"No, sorry," she said. She opened the door wider. "Have I seen
you before?"

She probably had, around the apartment complex. I knew I had seen
her before. I had dreamed about her during my sick period   along
with about 100 other women. I recognized the short blond hair and
the bright blue eyes, though. In my dreams, we had been in some
dark club where naked people were being spanked, and this cute
girl had begged me to tie her up. 

At this point, I had lost all sense of caution. "Oh, wait, I
think I have seen you at the club." I looked around.  "You know,
the really dark one."

Her eyes lit up. "Oh, wow, I knew I had seen you before. Come on
in."

My cock throbbed. Fuck, that was easy. I felt shame at having
deceived her but not enough shame to turn around and leave. I
needed her too badly. 

Her furnishings were pretty sparse. There was a futon in front of
a television and a small dining room table that doubled as a
computer desk. Georgia University banners were everywhere, so my
college student hunch was correct. It was pretty common in
Atlanta: Rich kids had parents who would rather rent them a nice
apartment than let them mix with the riffraff at a dorm. In an
apartment, they were less likely to meet drunken frat kids trying
to get in their pants.

Instead, she had met me.

"My name is Bee," she said. "That's my scene name. Do we give
real names outside the club?"

I had no idea. "Best not to," I ad-libbed. "My name is Dylan." 

She kept looking at me. I wasn't sure if she was expecting me to
do something or if she was regretting her decision to let me in.
For a moment, I felt a bit of panic that she was going to see
through my lies. I had this urge to just make a run for it, but
something stopped me. Who am I kidding? I stayed because I was so
damn horny.

"I've seen you at the club," I lied, "but you were always
surrounded by other guys." Not a bad assumption to make on a
lie.

Bee bit her lip. "Yeah, being the new sub in a leather group gets
you a lot of attention from guys. I was warned about that by my
friend, Heather. You should have approached me. Most of those
guys are old enough to be my dad."

Leather group? My dreams were more accurate than I had thought.
What was more disturbing to me was how much I could see right
through her as she talked. Her face was flushing ever so
slightly. Her nipples were hardening under her bra. I could smell
her pussy as if it were right in front of my face. I could hear
her heartbeat. She found me attractive, and she was excited by
the idea that I was part of her group.

"Well, I'm here now," I said. I walked to her, and her eyes lit
up. I put my hand on her shoulder, and she shivered beneath my
touch. 

It wasn't courage that motivated me; it was pure fucking need. I
didn't know how the people in her group did things, and I was
afraid that I would do something that would give that away. But
at the same time, I knew what I wanted, and somehow, I knew what
she wanted too.

"Bee, I'm going to tie you up," I said. I was shocked by how
similar my words were to what Eden had said to me. Then I was
just plain shocked by what I said. I mean, what kind of girl
would consent to a stranger doing that? She would have to be out
of her mind not to call 911 and kick my ass out.

Bee purred. "OK," she said. 

It was like a beast awoke within me. It sprang into action. I was
surprised that she had agreed, but my body was already moving. I
reached for my belt, but I wasn't wearing one. Instead, I reached
for hers, unfastening it and pulling it off her while she
giggled.

"Oh, wow," she said. "I have some handcuffs if you  "

"No," I growled. Handcuffs seemed wrong. They would be too easy.
I wanted to exert myself over her. 

I spun her around and pulled her hands behind her back. Bee
immediately crossed her wrists. Damn, she did want this. I
wrapped the belt around her hands, wrapping the thin leather like
it was string. The belt cinched her wrists tightly.

"Ow, tight," she said.

"Good," I answered. Her discomfort was important to me. "Now what
else do we have to work with?"

She turned around. "I bought some rope online. It's dark red."

I shook my head. I grabbed her shirt and lifted it up. She was
wearing a small white bra that covered her petite breasts. With
her hands bound, I couldn't get the shirt past her shoulders but
that was okay. It got stuck behind her head, pulling her neck
down. 

"Oh, neat!" she said. "We should have a safeword, right?"
Safeword? I remember hearing that term once in a movie, but I
wasn't sure what it meant. "What word do you use?" I asked.

"I don't know," Bee said. She was so damn perky and excited.
"You're the dom."

I closed my eyes and listened to that horny swirl of emotions
within me. It quickly answered.

"Mercy, that's your safeword," I said.

I pulled her shorts down. Her panties were white with red hearts.
I paused as the smell of her pussy almost overwhelmed me. 

"Is there something wrong?" she asked.

I shook my head. Looking around, I saw what I needed. She had
five or six belts hanging over a doorknob. I grabbed one and
wrapped it around her ankles. It was important to hobble her, to
limit her movement and trap her.

Her pussy grew wetter, and I could smell every drop.

"Do you do breast bondage?" Bee asked. "I've always wanted to try
that."

I stood up and looked at her. Anger rose in me. "No," I said, and
then I hooked my fingers into her bra and ripped it open. 

Bee squealed in delight. "Oh, my God!" 

The pink nipples were so hard. I wanted to bite down on them. I
wanted to suck on them and feel her squirm. Despite how badly I
wanted her, I struggled to control myself. She was helpless, and
I was not thinking straight. This felt like rape, and it was
becoming very hard to care.

"Ask me," I said. My voice was low. 

"Ask you what?" Bee said.

"Ask me to bite your nipples," I demanded. 

She bounced on her toes. "Yes, bite my nipples, sir!"

She shrieked as my head dived down. It might have been the "sir."
It was her term, but it was an acknowledgement of submission. I
had never been into that kinky stuff before, but hearing her say
that one word unleashed me. 

I bit her tender nipple. I bit down so hard, sucking her young
breast into my mouth. 

Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes. This was what I needed.

I pushed her bound body against the wall. She nearly tripped with
her hobbled ankles. Her body hit the wall hard, and I didn't
care. Now that I had her permission, I allowed myself to enjoy
her.

I ravished her breasts. I licked, sucked and bit like they were
the first tits I had ever touched. In a way, they were. No
breasts had ever tasted so sweet, no breasts had seemed so soft
and tender. 

Better yet, I could smell the effect my sucking was having on her
pussy. God damn, that was intoxicating.

When I finally stopped, her tits were covered in bite marks.
Clarity swept over me. I had done that? Every inch of those small
breasts showed my teeth marks.

"Oh, you play hard," Bee said.

Yes, I realized I did, and I wasn't finished. Looking at her,
topless with her shirt still on and her ankles bound, she still
seemed too free. I needed to control her. 

I grabbed another belt. I slipped it around her knees. I locked
her knees together and pulled the leather hard before tying it
off.

Another belt went behind her. I wrapped this one around her
elbows, pulling them together until she couldn't put them any
closer. She cried out as I buckled it, but she never asked me to
stop. 

The last belt went around her neck. I'm not sure why. I think I
just wanted to put her on a leash. My cock throbbed as I saw how
helpless she was.

"Oh, wow," she kept saying. I grabbed her by the chin and brought
her face close to mine. She breathed in hard, and I could feel
her body tremble.

"Listen," I said, "I want to rip off your panties and fuck you."

"OK," she said. 

"No!" I growled. My fingers tightened around her chin. "Listen.
Once I pull those panties off, I am going to fuck you. I am going
to fuck and fuck and fuck till I can't move anymore. It might
take all night. So think about that, because once I start I don't
know if I'll be able to stop. Understand?"

Her eyes were afraid, but I could smell her desire too. Stupid
silly girl. I wanted her to say no. I didn't want to know what I
would do next. I wanted her to reject me and stop this before I
fucked the shit out of her.

"Fuck me, sir," she said. 

I tugged hard on her leash. She squealed as she stumbled towards
me. At first, I was going to fuck her on her bed, but I couldn't
wait that long. I dragged her to the futon and then pushed her
face down onto the flimsy cushion. She started to roll over, and
my foot pinned down her shoulder. 

My pants were off in a second. I knelt behind her and pulled her
slightly up by the hips. I stuck a pillow under her hips, keeping
her ass and pussy up at an angle. Now she was ready for me.

The tip of my cock was right beside her pussy. I hesitated. Bee
whimpered.

"Is something wrong?" she asked. "Want me to beg again? 

I laughed. "No, this time I was just teasing you.

I slipped into her. I impaled her with my cock, thrusting deep
into that tight young pussy. God, she was almost as wet as I was
hard. 

We fucked. Well, I fucked her. Bee just took it. My cock slammed
into her and pinned her to the futon. With her legs bound
together, she could hardly move. All she could do was moan with
every body-shuddering thrust.

With each thrust, I changed. My guilt about lying to her faded
away, replaced by pride at having captured her. My hesitation
about fucking a bound woman turned into excitement about fucking
a helpless one. My worries about her feelings were forgotten; I
worried only about getting what I wanted. I turned into a
fucking, grinding, humping beast of a man. 

For fun, I grabbed her arms. They were bound straight back and I
lifted them. It drove her upper body deeper into the flimsy
futon. I'll bet it hurt, but God, she kept moaning. I needed her
to hurt. I needed her to know she was mine to fuck as I pleased.

I needed to know she was mine.

My body was unstoppable. I had more endurance than I had ever had
before. In and out, my hips kept pumping. In and out, my cock
kept fucking. In and out, my thighs kept ramming into Bee.

Bee came first. Her body shook, and I could hear her scream into
the futon cushion. The smell of her pussy changed ever so
slightly, urging me to fuck just a little bit faster.

When I climaxed, it was with a roar. After masturbating
endlessly, it was nice to come inside a pussy. My fingers
clenched around her arms as I came, adding new bruises to her
skin. 

My head cleared a little. The beast inside me grew quiet. The
overwhelming craving faded just a little. Fuck, had I not used a
condom again? 

I pulled out of Bee. With the flush of orgasm upon me, it felt as
though I were looking at her for the first time. The belts were
so tightly wrapped around her body, I was taken aback by how
cruel it looked. I started to take the belts off, whipping them
off her body like a guilty man.

"Oh, God, that was so cool," Bee said. "No one's ever done that
to me before. Can we do it again?"

The guilt fell off of me. The beast was growling within me. I
didn't want to be responsible or thoughtful. Bee was looking at
me as if I were a god. I wondered what her mouth felt like. 

I let the beast take over again. I grabbed her by the hair and
pulled her head down to my cock. Her lips opened and took me in.
It didn't feel as good as her pussy, but the act of keeping her
head down on my cock was just as satisfying.

It was going to be a long night. 
 
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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