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Subject: {ASSM} "The Wolf Inside" (8/9)  (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 Eight"
By Shon Richards

The day passed slowly.  I tried to throw myself into my work but
it was useless.  Numbers, transactions and deadlines were such
petty concerns.  When I looked at a spreadsheet, all I saw were
my boss's willing eyes.  My e-mails were filled with trivial
details about work when all I could think about was the dirty
things I made Lisa say.  My coworkers annoyed me to no end
because I knew if they were not here, I could be fucking Lisa.

Just one bite.  Ha.  That was ridiculous.  The beast inside me
never did anything small.  Just one bite was as foolish as just
one thrust, or just the tip of my cock.  The truth of the matter
was now that I had one taste of her, I wasn't going to rest till
I made Lisa scream my name.

Rage and lust swirled lurked me.  I thought about the many times
she had micro managed my work.  My cock stirred as I thought
about those large breasts tightly bound in formal clothes.  Anger
growled within me as I recalled her many nagging notes attached
to my reports.  Desire scratched at my control as I remembered
the feel of her throat in my hand.

Today I was going to fuck her and my job, my restraint and my
common sense could be damned.

It was a Friday and true to form, the sheep in my office began to
sneak out early.  One by one they trickled out thinking they were
being sly.  I remember being that duplicitous.  It seemed like a
million years ago that the riskiest thing I did was try to leave
work thirty minutes early.  Fuck, I hated my coworkers because
they reminded me of who I used to be.

Eventually, I was the last one left.  Lisa was still in her
office.  Out of all of us, she could have left at any time and no
one would have said anything.  Instead, she had stayed.  She knew
I was here and what I could do to her and yet she stayed.

How can I act sane and do the right thing when I was surrounded
by so much willing prey?

I got up and went to Lisa's office.  I kicked the door open for
daring to be closed.  Lisa jumped in her chair but then a smile
broke across her face.  The smell of her pussy filled the room.

"I didn't think you were coming back," she said.  

I took off my belt and unzipped my pants.

"Is everyone gone?" she asked.  

Her questions annoyed me.  She was thinking when she should have
been trembling.  I grabbed her desk and flipped it over to the
side.  

Lisa shrieked and her eyes widened in shock.  That was much
better.

I grabbed her by the hair.  The thick curls felt great in my
hand.  "Take my cock out," I said.

Her eager fingers reached into my pants and pulled my cock out. 
I throbbed in her hand.   She opened her mouth and tried to take
me into her but my grip on her hair stopped her.

"Say it," I commanded.

She had remembered her lesson.  "I am a pain loving cock sucking
slut," she whispered.

That would not do.  I twisted her hair till she cried out. 
"Louder," I said.

"I am a pain loving cock sucking slut!" she said.

I rammed her head onto my cock.  Her lips parted just in time. 
My cock slid right into her willing mouth.  Her strangled breathe
warmed my cock.  My hand kept her pinned to my crotch, rubbing
her nose in my pubic hair and grinding my balls onto her chin.  

It wasn't about getting a good blowjob.  It was about putting
Lisa in her place.  It was about invading her mouth with my
manhood.  It was about her world centering on my cock in her
face.  It was about my grip on her hair, locking her into a
vulgar embrace.  That was what made my cock hard.  That was what
made the beast growl with the Atlanta skyline before me.  

Her hands went to my hips.  Sometimes she would try to push away
and other times she would grip me closer.  The man in me liked it
when she pulled me to her.  The beast in me preferred it when she
pushed away.  

Eventually I pulled her off my cock.  She gasped for hair but
then shrieked again as I hooked my hands inside her shirt.  My
fingernails punctured the clothed and it ripped easily as I
pulled it apart.  Her blouse, her undershirt and even her bra
fell from her body in ragged strips.  My nails scratched her
breasts as I ripped, digging shallow cuts into her as I exposed
her.  

God, she had magnificent breasts.  Large, pale and topped with
light brown nipples, they fell out of the bra as I ripped it
apart.  I grabbed one and pulled Lisa out of her chair.  I bent
my head down and bit her abundant mound.  My teeth claimed my
prize.  My tongue licked her scent from her flesh.  After years
of seeing her breasts hidden away, it felt so good to finally
take them for my own pleasure.

I bite too hard.  I squeezed her tits too much.  I gorged myself
on breasts.

After I ate my fill, I released her breasts.  "I think it's time
we fuck," I said.  

"Yes" Lisa said, a little too forcefully for my tastes.

I slapped her tit.  The outline of my hand joined the bite marks
on her chest.  Once again I could smell the flush of desire
coming from her sex.  I slapped the other breast and Lisa moaned.
 Back and forth, I slapped each breast.  The sounds of my open
hand striking her tits was awesome, but even better were her
moans of arousal.

"On all fours," I growled.  

Lisa dropped to her hands and knees.  It was just that easy.  I
grabbed a hold of her hair and started walking.  Lisa followed as
best she could, her knees and hands hitting the floor as she
tried to keep up.

"Say it!" I yelled.

"I am a pain loving cock sucking slut!" she said.

I walked faster, making her race to keep up with me as I circled
her office.  

"Again!" I yelled.

"I am a pain loving cock sucking slut!" Lisa said.

I was almost running I was walking so fast.

"I am a pain loving cock sucking slut!" she yelled, this time
without me asking.

I dropped her hair and she collapsed on the floor.  With my foot
I roughly pushed her onto her back.  She looked at me greedily as
I unzipped and pulled down my pants.  

"Lift your legs up," I commanded.  "Hold your knees and spread
your legs if you want my cock."

Lisa obeyed.  Her shirt rode up as she pulled her stocking clad
legs apart.  I looked down at her and took it all in: her gasping
mouth, her marked tits, her open thighs and her black panties. 
She was my boss transformed into my slut.

I dropped down between her legs.  My hand ripped the panties from
her body.  Her sex waited and I laughed at the lack of hair.  My
boss kept a tidy area to be fucked.

"Who is my slut?" I asked.

Lisa swallowed.  "I am, please fuck me!"

I mounted her.  On the floor with the fallen desk beside us, I
took Lisa.  All of my aggression, all of my frustration and all
of my lust inside me came pounding through my hips.  With my cock
I nailed her to the floor.

One hand went to her hand and pinned her down.  My other hand
went to her throat and I could feel her purr as I tightened my
fingers.  In the madness of my fucklust, I realized she had done
this before.  Someone chokes her and it turns her on.  Was it her
husband?  A secret boyfriend?  Or just something she fantasized
about?

Jealousy swelled within me.  It didn't matter who she did this
with because she was with me now.  Lisa was my pain loving cock
sucking slut and I was going to get my due.  I fucked her harder.
 I squeezed her throat tighter.  With every part of my being I
tried to take more from her.

I think she climaxed.  She briefly let go of her legs and cried
out.  One growl from me and she grabbed her legs again.  Her
pleasure was no excuse to disobey.

My beast craved something more.  I don't know if it was the moon
or if I was still pissed about her criticisms on the Delta
report, but I wanted more.  I pulled out of her and realized
exactly what I needed.

"Roll over," I growled.  She groaned and moved far too slowly.  I
pushed her over and ripped her skirt off.  Her ass, that's what I
wanted.

My cock, covered in her cunt juice, pushed into her ass.  Lisa
cried out as I opened her.  Inch by inch I pushed in.  Inch by
inch I claimed her tight ass.  Inch by inch, I satisfied that
wicked thing that howled within me.  

Short hard thrusts penetrated her ass.  My hand went to her hair
and raised her head up.  I could hear her groans better that way.
 I took her ass, but the really sexy part for me was hearing her
moans of disbelief and desire.

It was in her ass that I climaxed.  All of my fury came out
through my cock.  I filled her ass with come and only then was
the beast sated.  Only then could I let go of her and pull out. 
The fucklust was gone and I was myself again.

I looked down on Lisa.  She was panting with her body sprawled on
the floor.  I thought about what I had just done.  I had taken my
boss.  The beast had made it's demands and I had given in once
again.  Fuck.

"We need to talk," Lisa said.

I ignored her.  I put my pants back on.  Talking was for normal
people.  I fucked women who loved to be fucked hard.  There was
nothing to say.  Shit, what could I possibly say to explain this
and save my job?  And whatever I said would be a lie because now
I knew how weak I was.  Whatever promises I made to Lisa or
myself, the beast would over rule and I would happily fuck her
ass again.

So I left.  I walked out of her office and headed for the train.
It wasn't till I went to pay for my ticket that I realized what
was in my pocket.

It was the tattered shreds of Lisa's panties. 

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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