SCENT OF THE BEAST PART I--Enter Joseph

By Succubus

WE ALL HAVE THE BEAST WITHIN US.
SOCIETY TEACHES US TO DESPISE THE BEAST, DENY IT. IT TELLS US THAT VIRTUE IS THE PATH TO FOLLOW--IT CASTS THE ROLES: GOOD GUYS ARE VIRTUOUS, BAD GUYS DO EVIL. IF WHAT YOU DO FALLS UNDER THE LABEL OF "EVIL", YOU ARE CAST AS THE ENEMY OF VIRTUE.
EVEN HERE YOU ARE NOT MAKNG A CHOICE, BUT REACTING BY GOING TO THE OPPOSITE EXTREME, THE "I'LL SHOW THEM" MENTALITY AT IT'S MOST EFFICIENT. BECOMING AN ANARCHIST TO BE THE OPPOSITE OF CONSERVATIVE, BECOMING A SATANIST TO LASH OUT AGAINST CHRISTIANITY ARE EXAMPLES OF SELF-ENTRAPMENT. BY REFUSING TO ACCEPT THE ROLES THAT WERE ASSIGNED TO YOU, YOU CAN TRULY BECOME FREE.
I DO NOT SEE NATURE AS EVIL, THEREFORE I DO NOT SEE "NATURAL MAN"--THE BEAST--AS EVIL; I CAST MY OWN ROLES, MAKING HONESTY A VIRTUE.

AND HONESTLY:
EVERYTHING WE DO IS MOTIVATED BY OUR OWN SELFISHNESS--
WE LOVE FOR HOW IT MAKES US FEEL,
WE GIVE FOR HOW IT MAKES US FEEL;
WE EVEN CHOOSE OUR SUFFERINGS, SAVORING THEM AS NO OTHER ANIMAL CAN.

I saw him from far across the smoky club. He had a presence about him, a sense of tight control and unlimited strength. Our eyes locked instantly and he slowly but intently made his way to me, his gaze never faltered--nor did mine. I didn't believe in playing games, and if I wanted a man, I didn't back down--I definitely wanted this man.
He was well over six foot tall, broad and dark. Black hair curled on his head and a penetrating stare held me. Truly I felt touched and violated by this look, but I was hypnotized. Walking up to me, not acknowledging the presence of another soul, he kissed me, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. I felt totally owned by him and it was making me hotter and hotter. He pulled my arm behind my back, making me arch up to him.
And I kissed right back, moaning into his mouth. He pulled me up to him; I grabbed my coat and told my friends I would see them later. They just stared as we walked away.
It was an underground club, located in the slums: vacant buildings and the ragged poor were to be our audience. Pulling me around a corner, he shoved me roughly against a wall, my breasts scraped against the adobe wall. With a quick pull, my shirt went over my head, and then I'm pushed back against the wall. He held me in place by my neck.
My panties were torn off, and then shoved into my mouth. His fingers prodded at me. Sliding a finger into my snatch, he wiggled it inside of me, feeling my wetness and making me squirm. He pressed his weight against me, his cock pushing at my ass cheeks.
In a low sort of growl, he whispered: "I'll bet you can't wait to feel my cock inside of you, can you? I'm going to use you totally for my pleasure--for tonight, this asshole, this pussy, and this sweet little mouth of yours are mine." I cringed, suddenly frightened, realizing that this man was a total stranger. I struggled and he laughed. "Yea, baby, wiggle that ass!" he said, pushing me harder into the wall.
I felt the head of his cock pushing against my ass, pushing and pushing, until, with a scream into the panties from me, he penetrated my ass. He just kept sliding, deeper and deeper, relentlessly filling me. When he hit bottom, he stayed still for a moment, allowing my ass a second to adjust to him. Then he began: slowly, deeply, and thoroughly, he fucked my ass. He would pull out for a moment, only to penetrate all the deeper with his next stroke, causing me further tears. Slowly the pain began to melt into pleasure--I felt myself fucking him back.
All too soon, he came, plunging the last couple strokes in hard, forcing his sperm deep inside of me. Zipping up, he started walking away. After a few steps, he turned to look back at me: still exposed, ass full of come and so fucking hot I could kill someone or cry. He never even fucked my pussy!!
With a grin, he tossed a card to me. "My name is Joseph. Call me next week." then walked away.

I did call him, too, but he made me wait two months before I could see him again...but that’s another tale...