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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 six"
By Shon Richards


Thursday night was trivia night. In Atlanta, bars and pizza
places will pick one night a week when they have a DJ host a
trivia game. You're encouraged to form teams, and you submit
answers over the course of several hours. During this time, you
keep eating and drinking while trying to remember which artist
did the song "Cat Scratch Fever." 

Which is why after a week of fucking women, I was killing an
evening at the Pizza Oasis. It's the one night a week that I see
my friends from college, Martin and Ben. Considering that most of
the trivia is from the '80s and '90s, it gives us a chance to
talk about old times. Our team always consists of us and whoever
our girlfriends are at the time. That night, we had Valerie, who
was seeing Martin, and Ben's girlfriend of two years, Tina. We've
actually come close to winning the game a few times. I was trying
to be normal. I wanted to be normal. I thought my friends and the
game would ground me and keep me from thinking about the new
creature that lurks inside me. 

That night, I was playing like shit. I couldn't remember the
names of hair bands or the winners of "American Idol." Martin
really poked fun at me when I missed the name of a Star Trek
actor. 

"Damn, Dylan," he had said. "You need to get a new job. It's
sucking out all of your brain power."

I faked a laugh. Martin smiled at his own joke and then turned to
repeat it to his girlfriend. While he talked to Valerie, I snuck
another glance at Ben's girlfriend, Tina. Her red hair was in a
ponytail that looked like it was perfect for pulling while
fucking her from behind.

I could smell her pussy, which meant I knew she would enjoy a
little roughness with her fucking.

She turned a little and then looked away. Tina had been stealing
glances too. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I had been with too many women
lately to not recognize that look. She was thinking about it,
too.

"So what have you been up to?" Ben asked. 

"Nothing," I said for the 50th time that night. What could I say?
Could I tell them about the delicious Hispanic woman I'd fucked
in my car that day? Could I tell them about how she would squirm
on my cock when I twisted her nipples? How do you tell your
friends about your incredible string of sexual conquests? 

The sad thing was that I really wanted to. I was dying to talk to
someone about it, but I couldn't do it. These were my friends. 

"Nothing exciting," I repeated.

"Man, I wish that were true at my job," Ben said. Ben was a
project developer for his company. Every month, he had to create
a new program from scratch. He bitches about it all the time, but
he also loves it. I don't blame him' it is a great job. I was
often jealous of it.

It would almost be fair if I fucked his girlfriend tonight.

No, no, no, no. Fuck. That kept happening to me all night. For
some reason, my friends were irritating me, and sex seemed to be
the only cure. The beast inside me hated my friends. They just
seemed so fucking self-centered. How could they not notice how
different I was? I had biceps like a damn pro wrestler and not
once had they asked about them. Wouldn't fucking their
girlfriends be a good way to pay them back?

No, no, no, no. 

My thoughts also kept wondering back to Tina. I didn't know why.
Usually, if I fucked once a day, the beast inside me was sated.
Tonight was different. I was horny again, and God damn it, Tina
smelled so good.

"Are you depressed about Karen?" Martin asked. He was startled by
my laugh.

The thought was pretty ludicrous. The fact is, I had forgotten
about her. When I wasn't fucking women, I was spending time with
my expanding trophy collection. Every piece of underwear I kept
was better than a DVD for memories. One sniff, and I could
remember every detail about my prey. Who had time to think about
annoying ex-girlfriends? 

"Hell, no," I said. "The bitch keeps leaving messages on my
phone. According to her, I have two CDs of hers, a shirt and a
baking pan." 

Valerie wrinkled her nose at the "bitch" comment. "Sounds like
you have some unresolved anger issues with her."

I smiled. "Yes, I do. I'm pissed at how much bullying I used to
take. Every call she makes is an attempt to reassert herself over
me. I'm pissed at myself for not realizing it before now."

"What made you aware of it?" Ben asked. 

I turned to him and saw Tina looking away again. "I just got
smarter, I guess."

The DJ announced the answer to the last question. Some people
groaned, while others cheered. He began the next question, and I
couldn't bring myself to care. Being asked about Karen had just
irritated me more. Karen was part of my old life, and I was
realizing that my friends might never understand about my new
life. I had this horrible yet wonderful beast inside me, and they
couldn't begin to know how that felt. I reached for another piece
of pizza, then I stopped myself. Speaking of things I used to put
up with, how in the world had I enjoyed Trivia Night? It was like
someone invented it to put all our useless knowledge to work.

"Oh, I know this one!" Ben said. "It was 1996!"

"Are you sure?" Valerie asked breathlessly. I didn't know the
question, but getting the next 10 points was important to
Valerie. I hadn't seen that much urgency since I made that
advertising executive beg for my cock the other day.

"I'm sure!" Ben said. "Tina, write it down and turn it in before
our time runs out!"

My cock stirred. It took me a moment to realize it came from
watching Tina obey. I grabbed that piece of pizza after all. The
smell of cheese and pepperoni couldn't cancel out the smell of
pussy, but I was going to try.

"Hey, guys," Martin said, "did I tell you about the system we're
auditing?"

I sighed. Martin explained his new job and the problem-solving
process they were using. To be honest, I was jealous again.
Martin could tell us how he fixed the issue of recurring charges
on an unfixed rate, but I couldn't share my discoveries. 

I couldn't tell them about how I only seemed to smell women who
had submissive fantasies. I couldn't describe how my body was
getting in better shape every day. Somehow, my body was
attracting those women to me, and I was having fun figuring out
my limits. Every day, I was making new observations about my
sexual stamina or my ability to find just the right kind of woman
to fuck by smell alone, and I had to keep all that to myself. 

It was making me feel damn lonely at a table of people I called
my friends.

The really annoying thing is that I could have joined in their
conversations. I knew what they were talking when it came to
systems and process documentation. If I had just focused, I knew
all the answers to their trivia questions. For just one night, I
could have been just like my old self and been involved in the
things they cared about. I didn't have to be lonely.

But the beast inside me smelled Tina. She kept stealing glances
at me like a teenage girl working up the courage to pass me a
note. She was Ben's girl, but all I wanted to do was throw her on
the table and fuck the shit out of her. That made me a very bad
person. 

The thing is, I was starting to like being that bad person more
than I liked being the guy who used to enjoy Trivia Night. 

A foot touched mine under the table. I knew whose heel it was.
This time, when I looked Tina in the eyes, she didn't look away.
I knew I could have her.

Fuck!

I got up. "I'm feeling pretty warm," I said. "I'm going outside
to cool off."

"OK," Martin said. 

"Want some company?" Tina said.

Yes, yes, yes. "No," I said.

It was a fucking crowded place. The slowness of other people
irritated me as so much did these days. I began to push, using my
solid body as a wedge. I worked my way to the door. I was almost
there when something caught my nose.

It was pussy. More importantly, it was pussy that didn't belong
to Tina.

The smell belonged to a round girl with pitch-black hair. She sat
with a group of five other young women. I recognized the bored
look on her face. She wanted to talk about other things. She
wanted an adventure.

I walked right up to her. In the past, I would have never
approached a woman sitting with her friends. Tonight, my beast
could not have cared less. Those other people weren't worth my
notice. The only one that mattered was the woman who shared my
thoughts.

I bent down to her face, the smell of her pussy overwhelming me.
The bar was loud enough that I could speak to her without anyone
hearing us.

"I can tell by looking at you that you don't want to be answering
stupid questions all night."

She smiled. "Yeah, it's a little boring."

"I am willing to bet that what you would really like to be doing
is getting stripped down and tied up. I am betting you would
rather be on your knees sucking cock than sitting here sucking
down drinks. In fact, I am damn sure you would rather be used
like the happy slut you are instead of pretending to be a good
girl here with your friends."

The smile faded from her face. For one brief second, I thought I
had overstepped myself and made one hell of a mistake. Then her
cheeks flushed, and I saw her eyes dart to her friends. She was
wondering how I read her mind.

"You're right," she said.

"What's your name?" I asked. Prey were easier to manage once you
had their names.

"Mandy," she said. 

"Mandy, I'm Dylan," I said. "Come with me if you want to be
used."

I left her. My heart was pounding with the thrill of another
catch. The crowd was just as thick, but now I pushed through the
mob of them like the non-people that they were. I didn't need to
look behind me to know that Mandy was following. 

It was cold outside. The brisk air felt good on my face. The moon
was bright, nearly full but not quite. For some reason, looking
at it made my cock throb.

"I'm here," Mandy said beside me.

I took her hand. My first thought was to fuck her in my car but I
wasn't so sure now. The wind felt great. The bright light of the
moon was invigorating me. I was feeling stronger by the second.

"Here," I said when we reached my car. I grabbed her by her hair
and pulled her face in for a kiss. She stumbled towards me, but
that was all right. I caught her. With my mouth locked on hers,
there would be no escape.

I loved how she trembled while I kissed her. It was lust. It was
fear. It was a terror of the unknown. 

When she was breathless, I broke the kiss. "On your knees," I
growled.

She dropped to her knees. I was surprised by how easily she
obeyed. No matter how many times it has happened, I was still
blown away by the way they mirrored back the need I had for them.


I wrapped my hand in her hair. "Unzip me."

With shaking fingers, she unzipped my pants. I didn't have to
tell her to reach in. She pulled my cock out, and her fingers
clenched around it.

"Suck me, Mandy," I said. "Suck me in the parking lot like a good
little slut."

If she had any second thoughts, my hand pushing her mouth onto my
cock dissolved them. My cock entered her mouth just as easily as
my tongue had minutes ago. The only protest was a deep moan that
vibrated on her lips.

I wondered if she could taste the woman I fucked for lunch today.
Did she recognize that musky scent that was all over my cock?
Maybe that was why she was moaning. Maybe my little prey had
bisexual fantasies as well. 

Fuck that. Tonight, she sucked cock. My hand stayed in her hair,
twisting it any time I felt she was slowing down. The pain made
her groan, but she picked up the pace. In time, she learned to
facefuck herself with my cock. 

The moonlight illuminated us. In the soft white light, I watched
Mandy devour my cock. Her black hair would disappear in the
darkness and then reappear with a ghostly sheen. Hidden away
between the rows of cars, we were safe from prying eyes, but I
felt wonderfully exposed as I watched my cock slide in and out of
her mouth. It felt right to be outside. I was tired of hiding who
I was.

"I'm going to come in your mouth, Mandy," I said. 

Her eyes snapped up to look at me.

"And you are going to swallow every drop," I continued. "And if a
single drop falls, then there will be hell to pay. Understand
me?"

A moan was her answer. I wrapped her hair in both my hands. Her
hands went to my hips, and she held on as I thrust into her
mouth. 

I howled as I climaxed.

Like a good slut, Mandy swallowed every drop. My cock was covered
in her spit when I finally pulled out. She looked up at me,
breathless and excited.

Pulling her by the hair, I lifted her to her feet. She leaned
against me on weak legs. I pushed her against the car and
unzipped her pants. 

Mandy whimpered. Her hips bucked against me. It was a cold night
but heat radiated from between her legs.

Inspired, I lifted my knee between her thighs. "Hump my leg," I
said. "Hump till you get off, Mandy."

She obeyed. God, I loved the women I find now. Her hips started
to buck, and her hands held onto me. The moonlight fell on her
desperate face. She was desperate to climax, desperate to please
me and most of all, desperate to give in to her own desires.

She didn't howl when she climaxed, but her wonderful whimpers
were just as sweet.

Afterwards, she stripped off her pants right there in the parking
lot. Shivering, she pulled off her wet panties and handed them to
me. I stuffed them in my pocket, knowing I had taken a piece of
her for later. 

She thanked me as we headed back inside the bar. I didn't say
anything, but I understood her completely. Our friends are so
much easier to deal with when we had just been fucked.

"We almost sent out a search party for you," Ben said. 

I smiled, making sure I had Tina's eye. "Maybe you should have,"
I said. 

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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