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Subject: {ASSM} "The Wolf Inside" (7/9)  (Mdom/F)
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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 Seven"
By Shon Richards


My self-control was slipping. I'd thought I had things under
control. My one-pussy-a-day diet had kept me from doing anything
stupid. Fucking a woman at lunch time had distracted me from
making a move on my boss, Lisa. The smell of her pussy would
drive me crazy, but getting in a quick snack would tame my cunt
hunger until the office closed. 

It wasn't much of a plan, but it had worked so far.

Now, things had changed. It had started last night when I almost
fucked my friend Ben's girlfriend. Her pussy was calling to me.
Her flirtatious glances were begging for it. I managed to not
fuck her by finding different prey, but when I woke up this
morning, I still had his girlfriend's smell in my nose. She was a
missed opportunity, and instead of making me horny, it was making
me angry. 

She was mine. I could have had her. No, I should have had her.
She was willing, and she was hot, and God damn it, my beast was
pissed that I didn't take her. 

I couldn't shake that anger. As I sat on the train, I thought
about the things I could have done to her. I also thought about
how much it would have fucked up my life to sleep with a friend's
girl, but that was even weirder. I knew it was wrong to betray a
friend like that, but I couldn't connect to an emotion inside me
that cared. Last night, she should have been my bitch.

The moon had been full last night. That was important for some
reason. I knew this because when I closed my eyes, I could feel
where the moon was. Maybe I was imagining it. Shit. Maybe I was
imagining all of this. I couldn't tell anymore. I couldn't think
straight. Ever since Eden had fucked my brains out, I hadn't been
doing anything rational. So far it had been fun, but there could
be consequences. In this economy, I didn't need to be fucking
around with my job security by fucking my boss. I knew this, but
all I could think about was how much I kept denying myself. I
thought about how my self-control was all I had left right now. 

I dominated women, but my cock dominated me. 

The office stank of Lisa. No one else noticed, but I did. I could
smell her cunt. When I focused, I could sense that her cunt would
moisten at a little verbal abuse. When I clenched my fists, I
just knew she would love to have my fists clenched in her hair.

The computer screen stared at me. My work sat there. All of the
deadlines and benchmarks were as meaningless as the trivia
questions had been last night. God damn, how did people go
through life worrying about this shit?

A small bite. That's all I needed. I didn't have to fuck her, I
just needed a taste. One little taste, and maybe the beast inside
me would go back to sleep.

I got up and headed for Lisa's office. Someone called my name, no
doubt wanting to tell me something unimportant about our jobs. I
ignored them and kept walking. If it was really important, they
would have tackled me. Or at least, that was how my mind was
working at the moment.

Lisa's door was open, but I closed it behind me. Lisa looked up
at me, and her face colored. She could feel it, too. I could
smell it.

"What do you want?" she asked. There was no challenge in her
voice. I looked at her, trying to see the old boss that used to
scare me. She had a red shirt on today with buttons waiting to be
ripped off. Her thick brown hair was around her shoulders at that
certain length Atlanta women seemed to stop at. She was wearing a
skirt, and her black stockings tempted me from under the desk. 

No wonder I couldn't control myself. The woman was asking for it.
She had to be.

Just one bite. I didn't want to get fired. I didn't want to fuck
my boss and get laid off. Just one bite and then maybe I wouldn't
smell her pussy any more. Maybe that would be enough for the
beast.

"You know who I want," I said. I walked towards her desk.

Lisa pushed back on her seat. Something in my eyes made her draw
back. God, I prayed she wouldn't run. I wasn't sure I wouldn't
chase her.

I walked around to her side of the desk. Thankfully, she merely
turned in her seat. I sat on her desk, relishing the casual way I
disregarded her property.

"You know who I want," I said again. "I want to hear you say
it."

She stared at me. Her chest rose and fell. She gripped the arms
of her chair. I wondered, did she smell me, too? Was my desire
for her as distracting to her as her cunt was to me? I looked in
her eyes, and I knew the answer to that.

"You want me," she said. 

My hand went to her throat. My thumb and fingers were right under
her jaw. I squeezed. Oh, that felt so good. 

"And do you know why I want you, Lisa?" I said. She tried to
shake her head by my grip was too tight. 

"It's because you're a pain-loving, cock-hungry slut," I said.

She moaned, and I could smell the fresh desire between her legs.
I hated her. I hated her for being so damn horny. I hated her for
what she awoke in me.

I also loved her. I loved Lisa in that moment when I had my hand
around her throat.

"Say it," I whispered.

"What?" she said. 

"Say that you're a pain-loving, cock-sucking slut."

Her eyes flashed with indignation. I wasn't fooled. My other hand
grabbed her breast. Her shirt and bra offered no protection as my
fingers clamped down around her ample tit. She winced, but she
made no move to escape.

"Say it because that's who you are," I commanded.

She looked away. "I am a pain-loving, cock-sucking slut."

My grip on her throat tightened. 

"Look me in the eyes and say it."

Lisa looked at me. Loathing and lust warred behind those brown
eyes. "I am a pain-loving, cock-sucking slut."

My hand left her breast and rested on her thigh. True to her
nature, she parted her legs. I slipped my hand under her skirt
and moved towards her sex. Lisa groaned and then whined when my
hand stopped short of her sex.

"Say it," I repeated.

"I am a pain-loving, cock-sucking slut," she whispered.

"And you want me to touch you there, don't you?" I asked.

"Yes," she moaned. "But lock the door first."

I tightened my grip around her throat. She gasped. I fought back
the surge of anger that had pushed me.

"I make the rules, bitch," I said. 

"I'm sorry," she said quickly.

I pulled my hand out from her skirt. The disappointment on her
face was priceless. When I let go of her throat, I thought she
was going to cry. I wanted to fuck her, but damn, I think she
wanted it more.

"I am a pain0loving, cock-sucking slut," she offered without my
asking.

I stood up. My cock was hard and heavy. I could unzip and slide
into her mouth in seconds. I had choked her with my hand, but now
I was dying to choke her with my cock.

Just a bite. That's what I had promised myself. Damn it, just a
bite.

"I am a pain-loving, cock-sucking slut," she said again.

"Yes, you are," I said. I turned around and walked out of her
office.

Just a bite. The look of fear she had. The feeling of her throat
under my hand. The look of lust. The feel of her breast. The look
of disappointment when I left. It wasn't sex, but it was
domination and I hoped it would be just as good. I hoped it would
be enough to quench my hunger for her. I hoped the beast could be
satisfied with this little snack. I hoped this one little bite
would keep me from doing something stupid later.

I was wrong.

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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