Jennifer broke up with me. She told me that our chemistry was gone. She said we weren’t connecting on an emotional level. She said we were bad for each other.

The truth was that the beast inside of me was done with her. Without the beast to crave her, she longer wished to be craved. She had stopped becoming a whore for my cock, and that made both of us unhappy.

That is why I was downstairs at the door of the apartment below me. Jennifer had just left. I’d helped her gather her things. We had collected her shampoo, her body wash, her makeup, her six-pack of Diet Coke and her box of cookies.

Her panties had stayed with me as my rightful trophies.

I knocked on the door. I knocked hard and furiously, knowing that it would scare the woman inside. I had smelled her all day. I knew how to handle her.

Downstairs, Jennifer hadn’t even started her car. I couldn’t wait for her to leave. The beast had been denied for too long.

The door opened, and I saw the woman I had smelled. She looked flushed and was wearing a bathrobe. I had interrupted her masturbating, and now she was feeling guilt. Her cunt smelled amazing.

“You need a man,” I told her.

She blinked. She was a pretty woman with black hair, although her hair was much shorter than Jennifer’s. She had some weight on her body, which made her breasts and hips all the fuller. I caught myself comparing her to Jennifer, and I stopped myself. This woman was mine. Jennifer wasn’t.

“I am married,” the woman said. She wasn’t closing the door, though.

“I know,” I said. “I also know that your husband loves you very much and that what you wish he would do is just fuck you like a sweet little slut. I know you want to be fucked hard, preferably in the ass. I know that your husband never will, and I know that I might today if you ask me nicely.”

“Who are you?” she asked. Again, she wasn’t closing the door.

I also noticed that Jennifer hadn’t started her car. Was she debating returning?

“Dylan,” I growled. “What is your name?”

“Sheryl,” she said.

“Wrong,” I snapped. “Your name is ‘bitch.’ You’re my little ass-fucking bitch, understand?”

Sheryl swallowed. I sounded like a madman. I sounded like exactly what she wanted.

In her car, Jennifer hesitated.

I was tired of caring what women thought. No, that was wrong. I was hurt that Jennifer was leaving, and I was tired of hurting. I had known for days that this was coming. My weeks with Jennifer had been wonderful, but now it was over. I was sad, and I hated the feeling.

The beast wasn’t sad for a moment. I followed his lead.

“If you don’t invite me in right now,” I told Sheryl, “then you will have to go back to fucking your own ass.”

“Come on in,” she said.

I walked into the apartment. Sheryl started to say something, but I didn’t listen. Words hurt. I turned her around and pushed her toward the nice big recliner I saw. I couldn’t see her face, but I could smell her cunt. Sheryl was delighted.

That angered me. When I was done with her, she would go back to her life and her husband. When I was done with her, I would go back to an empty apartment.

I pushed her against the recliner. I bent her over and flipped her bathrobe over her hips. Her ass was still lubricated from when she’d penetrated it earlier.

“You are already prepared, bitch,” I growled.

“Yes,” she groaned.

My cock was out in my hands in a flash. Sheryl groaned as I slipped between her cheeks. Her ass opened for me as I completely entered her.

Down in the parking lot, I heard Jennifer’s car start. She was leaving me forever.

I growled and fucked Sheryl’s ass. She cried out at the savagery of my thrusts. I was going too fast. I was assaulting her bottom. It was not going to be pleasant for her.

But yet her cunt bloomed with desire. Being fucked too hard was exactly what she wanted. Sheryl was getting her ultimate fantasy fulfilled while I was just slaking my desire.

Oh, that pissed me off. The beast was fucking her hard, but I pushed it. I sunk my fingers into her hips and slammed her back on my cock.

Sheryl groaned, but she took everything I gave her.

I hated her. I hated her for not cooking for me. I hated her for not washing me. I hated her for not coming back home with me.

Together, the beast and I used Sheryl to satisfy our rage and our lust.

She climaxed twice. Not many women can climax with my cock in their ass, but Sheryl did easily.

I climaxed in her ass. My rage evaporated in a burst of semen. I forgot Jennifer and thought only of Sheryl and her round ass. I stopped being a damn whining bastard and became a wolf again. It felt wonderful.

I pulled out of her ass and wiped my cock on her buttocks. I was hungry. I was satisfied for the first time in days. I wanted a nice long nap.

“Oh, my god,” Sheryl whimpered. She collapsed into the chair. I could tell she wanted to speak, but she was too stunned. That was OK. I could tell by her face what she wanted.

“Don’t worry; this was a one-time thing,” I told her. “You’ll never see me again.”

Sheryl smiled. Her breathing relaxed. Her relief was clear.

I walked out the door. Because I was feeling rude, I left the door open behind me. I walked back up to my apartment and debated what to make for dinner.

For awhile, I’d thought Jennifer was the one. I’d thought I could make a future with her with or without the beast’s help. Now I think I know the truth. Jennifer just took a little longer for the beast to consume. That made her special but hardly unique.

I reached the top of the stairs and looked out over the parking lot at the city. Atlanta had millions of women. Some would take longer to fuck than others. Who knows? Maybe some would outlast Jennifer?

I howled my joy for life.

“Jennifer is quite different than your usual girlfriends,” Ben said.

I took another drink of my beer to keep from smiling. Jennifer and I had skipped our usual night of endless sex to come to a party being thrown by an old college friend of mine. Martin had been pestering me to spend more time with him and Ben. The three of us had been friends forever, but once I changed, I’d found it impossible to hang around them. Seriously, what is the point of being around people, other than to fuck them?

“How is she different?” I asked.

Martin tried to answer. He looked at Jennifer, who was talking to his girlfriend, Valerie, and some woman I didn’t know. Jennifer was wearing a low-cut green dress that pushed her full breasts to even greater mass.

“She is um, much more, uh, what’s the word?”

“Hot,” Ben said.

That time, I did smile. “I’ve had pretty girlfriends before.”

“Yeah,” Martin admitted. “But Jennifer is different.”

I was enjoying this too much. I had avoided Ben and Martin because all they wanted to talk about was politics or reality shows. All I cared about these days were cunts, whimpers and screams. I wanted to see what they could perceive about Jennifer.

“How different?” I asked.

Martin knew what he wanted to say but lacked the courage. He wanted to say she was glowing with sex. He wanted to talk about how perfect her tits were. Martin wanted to say that Jennifer looked like she was made for fucking. He wouldn’t say it, of course. Martin was too civilized, too polite.

“She seems nicer then some of your other girlfriends,” Ben said. “I’m not saying they were bitches or anything, just —“

“They were bitches,” I interrupted. “I realized I fell for women who cared more about themselves than anything else. Jennifer is different.”

“She cares about you,” Martin said.

I took another drink. “She cares about my cock.” I said.

Both of them were rendered speechless. Luckily, Ben’s fiancée, Tina, came up to us just then with a plate of snacks. The subject matter turned to crackers and rare cheeses. The boys wandered away to talk to some other guys about the last episode of “Survivor,” leaving me alone with Tina. I declined the plate. There was not enough meat.

“We haven’t seen you around,” Tina said. Her red hair was down around her face in a nice cascade of curls.

“I have been busy,” I lied. The faint smell of her sex grew stronger. Shit. Other than fear of boredom, my other reason for avoiding my friends was Tina’s attraction to me. I have changed, but I am not enough of a dick to fuck an old friend’s girlfriend. Shit, I really thought their getting engaged would have fixed this problem.

She inched a little closer. I was forced to look down at her face and, not coincidentally, down her blouse. Her freckled tits were just one bite away. I knew she wanted me to bite that spot right inside her cleavage.

“I was getting the feeling you were avoiding me,” she whispered.

My heart pounded. The beast growled. Fuck, I had been fucking Jennifer for three weeks. I thought these kinds of moments were over.

“You’re Ben’s fiancée,” I said.

Across the room, Ben told a joke that had my friends laughing. I looked at them, but Tina only had eyes for me. She bit her lip before answering.

“I know,” she almost whimpered. “But lately, it has just seemed like a shame that we never hooked up.”

The beast has that kind of effect on women. It calls to them. The beast made women forget vows and promises. Until they satisfied that need, the women I chased can be just as insatiable as I am.

I growled. She took a step back, but I followed her. When I was close to her, her cunt exploded in new smells of desire.

“You want to be taken like a whore, don’t you?” I whispered. “You want to be used harder than Ben ever would. Hell, I could bend you over and fuck you while I make you tell me how inferior Ben’s cock is, and you would do it. You would do it and anything else I asked, wouldn’t you?”

God, sometimes I am not sure who is talking anymore. Was that me, or was that the beast? Is there any difference?

Tina was staring at me. Her lips trembled. I thought she was going to cry, but the smell coming from between her legs told me differently.

“Yes, I would,” she said.

More laughter came from the other side of the room. Ben waved us over. “You should hear this story Martin is telling us about his coworker.”

“Sure!” Tina said. “I just need to get more crackers. Dylan, will you come help me?” The pleading in her eyes told me that we would be doing other things in the kitchen.

“No,” I said. I walked past her without looking back. If we went into the kitchen, there was no telling where my cock might go.

I returned to Jennifer’s side. She smiled at me as I slipped my arm around her. Her smile turned into a groan as I grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed.

“Jennifer was telling us about the IT department where she works,” Martin said. “I bet my company could get their contract easily.”

Christ, is that is what you are hoping to get? I thought Martin should be thinking about how he could take Jennifer back to his bed and use her. Not that I would have let him, mind you. I would have maimed him first. The idea gave me a weird sense of anticipation.

Meanwhile, Tina was masturbating in the kitchen. My enhanced ears could pick up the slick sound of her finger rubbing her wet lips. I could taste her almost-orgasm on the air.

I squeezed Jennifer harder. God damn. It wasn’t even a full moon! I had this craving for another woman and I was fighting it as hard as I could. As much as I mocked how mundane my friends were, I envied their stability. I wanted this to work with Jennifer. I didn’t want to fuck this up.

Martin said something, but I wasn’t listening. I did hear Jennifer’s response, though.

“I am sure a guy as handsome as you, Martin, could sweet-talk my boss into trying your company, “she said.

Martin smiled and I smelled the scent of desire coming from Jennifer. She was flirting with him! Worse, I could smell how much she liked it!

Fuck no.

My grip tightened on her ass. “Have you seen the view from the balcony, Jennifer?”

She winced at my grip. Fear wafted from her. Jennifer knew she had fucked up. “No, I haven’t. Let’s go look.”

Martin was already moving on to entertain other people. I resisted the urge to grab Jennifer by her hair and just kept an iron grip on her ass. We went to the sliding balcony door and pushed it open. I closed it behind us as we looked out at the Atlanta night sky.

“Are you mad?” Jennifer asked.

For some reason, the cold night air was driving me crazier. My hand left her ass and grabbed her throat. She cried out in surprise but groaned as I squeezed.

“You are my bitch,” I said without anger.

“Yes, Dylan,” she moaned. “I only complimented him on his appearance.”

My fingers closed around her throat. “I could smell your pussy when you flirted.”

Her cunt was driving me crazy. My jealousy was bringing all sorts of new desires to the top. Shit, my jealousy was turning me on. Jennifer was mine, but I’d never had a chance to really establish it before. Thoughts of Tina were fading away fast.

“Turn around and lift up your skirt,” I said.

She looked past my shoulder. “They might see us.”

I spun her around. She groaned as I pushed her against the railing. I kicked her legs apart and lifted her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties because she had given them to me on the drive over.

“They might,” I said. The balcony light was off, so I had a feeling that the glass sliding door would just reflect the party inside back on itself. As long as no one turned on a light, we were OK. But who fucking knew? I had to have her.

I pulled my cock out. I guided it between her lovely thighs and slipped right in. Jennifer moaned. I shoved myself hard and quick, penetrating her in one swift motion.

“Fuck me, my bitch,” I told her. “The faster you get me off, the less chance we get exposed. The less chance everyone sees you for the slut you are.”

“Yes,” Jennifer groaned. I am not sure if she was agreeing to being a slut or agreeing to move. Either way, she began to move. Bracing herself against the railing, she pushed back against my cock and pulled forward. It was awkward work, but I made her fuck me as we looked out at the Atlanta night.

I reached around and cupped her breasts. My fingers scratched against her exposed cleavage. When my nails dug deep, that is when she really humped my cock.

“Who is my bitch?” I growled in her ear.

“I am,” she whimpered.

Jennifer fucked faster. The wind was cold, but our heat kept us warm. The sounds of the party were behind us, but we ignored them. The threat of someone coming out at any moment was looming. For Jennifer it was a terrifying possibility, but I think I was intrigued by the idea of coming out to my friends as who I truly am: a rutting beast.

“Don’t you fucking dare come first,” I growled.

Jennifer nodded her head in compliance. She was too close to answer with her mouth. She kept moving her body against me. She engaged in a one-sided dance, swaying, humping and grinding against me. I denied her any help as I stood there. I wanted to make her work for it. The beast simply enjoyed her dedication to getting me off.

I climaxed hard. Thoughts of Tina were banished as I emptied into Jennifer once again. Like a good bitch, she held back on her orgasm even though she could feel me filling her.

“Now you can,” I said.

She climaxed instantly. She tossed her head back and opened her mouth. I expected a howl, but her pleasure was silent. She shook from head to toe as her orgasm rippled through her. I almost howled for her.

I pulled out. I could smell my seed trickling down her leg. Like a good slut, she didn’t attempt to pull her skirt back down till I told her to.

“Now, try to remember who owns your cunt,” I said.

Jennifer was beaming. “I will.”

I was sure she would. More important, I was able to rein in the beast and redirect its attention to her. This could work. I could stay with one woman and stop the cycle of endless one-night stands. I could have awesome sex and something close to a normal life again.

We opened the glass door. The party was continuing, and no one appeared suspicious. I was feeling so optimistic that I was going to try to talk to Ben and Martin about any damn thing they wanted to.

The good feeling lasted till Tina came back into the room. Our eyes met, and the smell of her cunt met my nose a second later. The beast mocked my dreams of self-control.

Jennifer made me lunch. She insisted. When I told her that all I wanted was a rare hamburger, she didn’t even blink. The well-fucked slut went into my kitchen and went to work. She was naked, of course. I hadn’t allowed her to put her clothes back on.

I sat at the breakfast bar and watched her. She was beautiful, yes, but what fascinated me was that she was still here. There was no fear or disgust. In fact, she was working very hard to impress me. Jennifer wanted to stay. I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around that.

“When did you first learn of the lifestyle?” Jennifer asked. She was forming patties with her hands. Watching her knead the raw meat was turning me on.

I snorted at her question. “The lifestyle” is what people call bondage and sexual domination. There are books. There are clubs, protocols, support groups and Web sites. It is very civilized.

“I learned of it the first time I dominated a woman and she assumed I was in the lifestyle,” I told her. “She told me her safeword and asked what group I belonged to. That was the first time I realized that there was a community.”

Jennifer nodded. “I used to go to a group that meets on the north side of town, but I stopped going. Have you ever gone?”

I laughed. “Once. I was curious, and I went to a club. They cheerfully explained to me how I needed to respect the rules of the club, how I was to approach people and how people were not there to get fucked but to learn and explore themselves.”

Jennifer smiled. “I take it you didn’t like it?”

“I found one woman who met my needs. I grabbed her and took her home to fuck. She had a good time, but the next day I received an email from her dominant about how I had broken the rules.”

“What did you do?” she asked. The way she kneaded the hamburger was making her breasts jiggle in wonderful ways.

“I realized I needed to stop giving my e-mail when I fill out the dungeon form,” I said. “I also didn’t go back. They were not like me.”

Jennifer washed her hands and then heated up the frying pan. She got out some spices, including a few I wouldn’t have thought to put on a hamburger. I liked the focus in her eyes. Only when she had selected the spices did she resume talking.

“What do you mean, they were not like you?” she asked. “You are like no dom I have ever met, but I am curious what you mean.”

I thought back to that night at the dungeon. “I can tell what people want,” I said. “I am not bragging, it is just the truth. Women like you, you want to be taken. You want to be hurt and fucked and you want a little danger. You want to be prey. Those people at the dungeon, they weren’t that simple. Some of them wanted order and rules. Some of them wanted to be envied and admired. Some of them just wanted to be told how awesome they were. No single word could describe all of them because they were all there for different reasons.”

“Why did you go?” Jennifer asked. She put the first patty in the pan. The loud sizzle was music to my ears.

“I came to fuck,” I said. “I came to find someone who needed my cock. I came to conquer a new woman. That is all I ever want.”

“Do they have to always be new?” Jennifer asked. She said it casually, but I could hear her heart beat faster. I knew the answer she wanted. Because she was cooking my meal instead of running away, I gave it to her.

“Not if they are special enough,” I said.

She blushed. The beast in me relished the sight.

I got up and walked over to her. Jennifer smiled but looked down at the frying meat.

“I should pay attention to the food,” she said.

“Yes, you’d better,” I said. I stepped behind her and reached around. I cupped her breasts and pulled her to me. My cock pressed against her ass. She clenched as she remembered me entering it last night. My fingers tightened around those lovely breasts and did cruel things to her nipples.

“Watch the food,” I growled in her ear.

She moaned in response. I bit down on her shoulder. She hissed as my teeth clamped down. Her knees buckled a little, but my powerful hands kept her standing. The meat sizzled loudly but not as loudly as Jennifer moaned. My mouth claimed her shoulder with pain and teeth marks.

I released her in time for her to get my hamburgers onto the bun. No condiments, but Jennifer added some lettuce to the bottom of the bun to catch any grease. It was a nice touch.

As a reward, I let her suck my cock as I ate. The spiced hamburger was delicious. My seed down her throat was her lunch.

“I should go home,” she said as she wiped the drool from her mouth. “My roommates will be worried about me. I also have a presentation I should be working on for work.”

My stomach was full, and my cock was drained. My appetites had been sated. “I understand,” I said. “Let me give you my number. We can get together for dinner Sunday.”

Jennifer smiled. “I’ll give you mine, too.”

It felt strange to be exchanging phone numbers like a normal person again. I wanted her to go just so I would have the novelty of her coming back. That is the only reason I let her gather her clothes and get dressed again.

I wouldn’t let her take her bra. That was mine.

I walked her to her car. Her breasts bounced freely within her shirt and coat. So many women had walked down these steps, but Jennifer was the first to not have to do it alone. I doubt that she understood how special that made her.

We kissed before she got in the car. My hand went to her ass, and I squeezed it blatantly in the parking lot. When I had stolen her breath again, I broke the kiss.

“See you Sunday,” I said.

“Yes,” she said. Such a simple word and yet it thrilled me in such a strange way.

I went back to my apartment. I did the dishes and washed the sheets. Since the change had come over me, I felt little need for entertainments. I used to read and watch movies. They feel lifeless to me now. These days, I sit by the window and enjoy the air. There are 100 smells on the wind, and although not all of them are sexual, enough of them are to amuse me.

Today, I smelled a woman who wished to be locked in a cage. I wondered how Jennifer would look inside a cage. I imagined she would hate it, which made my cock throb.

For an hour, I enjoyed the scent of a woman who wished to be forced to masturbate for a man. It was such an easy desire, but the force with which she desired it was amazing. She thought masturbating was a filthy act and wanted so badly to do it for an audience. I resolved to make Jennifer masturbate for me some time soon.

The scent faded and was replaced by that of an older woman who lusted for her nephew. Not only did she desire forbidden lust, but she wanted the teenager to blackmail her into it. She wanted him to take pictures of her while she sucked his cock. It was a brief desire quickly extinguished by a powerful orgasm. It made me wonder if Jennifer had a camera.

I was getting annoyed with myself. My thoughts kept coming back to Jennifer. I missed her. It had been so long since I had been in any sort of relationship that I had forgotten the annoyance of separation.

It must be the moon. I resolved to go down to the mall and people-watch. Just watching the secret sluts walk by was better than any movie. Plus, I could always find a new prey and fuck the shit out of her. I had made no commitments.

Ah, but the twinge in my stomach told me differently. I felt something very odd. It was guilt. Jennifer might be upset. The beast in me growled. I belonged to no one. I closed my eyes and listened to the howling monster inside me. It felt no guilt, and neither should I.

I went downstairs to my car. As I passed the spot where Jennifer had parked, I smelled her. The odor of her cunt was as strong as if I had just eaten her.

It stayed with me as I got in my car. I rolled the windows down. My power of smell had never been this strong before. I thought I’d known all of my abilities. My endurance, my strength and my effect on women were things I took for granted now. This level of tracking was new. I had to push it.

I followed the scent as best I could in the car. It made no sense. The diesel, the litter and the stench of the tires should have obscured Jennifer’s scent, but I could follow as if she were opening her thighs right next to me. I followed it down the street from the grocery store and into a neighborhood I had never been to. The scent took me to an apartment complex. I parked my car right beside hers.

My cock was hard. The idea of finding new prey was ridiculous. Jennifer was here, and I wanted her.

I followed her smell right to her apartment door. A Hispanic woman answered the door. Although she was very beautiful, there was no scent to her at all. To me, she might as well have been an old maid.

“Hello, is Jennifer here?” I asked.

The woman frowned. “You must be Dylan. She has been telling us all about you. I didn’t think she was expecting you.”

I forced a smile. This woman was standing between me and my cunt. She had no idea how dangerous that was.

“I thought I would surprise her,” I said. “May I come in?”

The poor woman had doubt. I could see it in her eyes. The smarter side of her brain was telling her to shut the door and lock it.

“Sure, “she said, and she stepped aside.

A tall woman was sitting on the couch. She was thin and just as dead to me scentwise as the Hispanic woman had been. Her eyes took me in and saw something that they liked.

“You must be Dylan,” the tall woman said. “My name is Pam. You’ve met Nina already.”

I nodded. My smile felt so fake, but I kept it on. “I’m glad Jennifer mentioned me or else this might have been even more awkward.”

Pam laughed, but Nina didn’t. I instantly had more respect for Nina.

“It is not every Friday that Jennifer spends the night somewhere else,” Pam said. “We were worried us till she texted us last night.”

I wondered when that had been. Perhaps when she begged to go to the bathroom? I guess I shouldn’t be annoyed, but the beast was. He loved control, and he was annoyed that she hadn’t asked first.

“Is she here?” I asked. “I think she left her lipstick at my place.”

Pam laughed. “And you came all this way just to return it? How sweet of you.” She was practically leering at me.

“I’ll get her,” Nina said. She headed down a long hallway. Three-bedroom apartments could be quite spacious.

“Come sit down,” Pam said. She was motioning to the couch beside her. It was interesting; she was obviously attracted to me, but I couldn’t smell her. I wondered what her tastes were like. I realized I didn’t give a fuck.

“I’ll stand,” I said.

Nina walked in, still frowning. I didn’t care because Jennifer was right behind her. Her hair was wet, and she smelled freshly showered. She was glowing when she hugged me.

“What are you doing here?” she said. I noticed she skipped the question of how I’d found her. Good girl.

“I had a question for you,” I said. “Can we talk in private?”

“Sure, come to my room,” she said.

Nina scowled at me as I walked away with Jennifer. Pam shouted her joke.

“Be sure to behave, kids!” she teased.

Jennifer blushed, but I didn’t care. I closed the door behind us and grabbed her throat. It felt good to have my hand around her neck again.

“Ohh,” she moaned. “I am so glad to see you. I have missed you.”

The beast didn’t care, but I was touched. “I missed you,” I said.

“How did you find me?” she asked.

With my other hand, I reached between her legs. I pressed through the sweatpants she was wearing and cupped her sex. The heat warmed me.

“I followed this,” I said. “Your cunt called to me, and I have come to answer it.”

Jennifer moaned. “Not here, please. Not with Nina and Pam here. Let’s go back to your place.”

The beast raged in defiance. I agreed.

“Right now,” I said. I pushed her down to her bed. “Take off your clothes.”

Jennifer looked at me for a second before she started to disrobe. In moments, she had stripped off her shirt, her bra, her sweatpants and her panties. She was fast, but she was also quiet. I was impressed. Too bad I had no such concerns about the noise.

I grabbed her legs and flipped her over. She squealed briefly before controlling herself. I pulled her legs until her ass was hanging over the bed. She stayed still as I unzipped and let my pants fall. Cock in hand, I entered her.

Jennifer groaned as my cock returned to its rightful place. She grabbed her sheets as I pushed forcefully into her. Her tight ass clenched as slammed in my cock. I was glad to see that her cunt was just as wet as I had smelled.

We fucked. To be more accurate, I fucked her. The bed shook with the force of our fornicating. Jennifer was dead quiet, but the bedsprings were giving us away.

Her silence annoyed me. I slapped her ass while I fucked her. These were not the thoughtful taps I had seen at the dungeon either; these were the hard slaps of my big hands hitting her round ass. My hand fell on her with the righteous fury of a man claiming his woman.

The first slap caught her by surprise, and Jennifer cried out. By the third slap, she was biting down on her sheet to keep from crying out. It didn’t matter. The sound of her ass getting spanked echoed through the room and, I suspected, through the apartment as well.

The sounds of fucking, spanking and creaking bedsprings filled the bedroom. Jennifer was doing a good job of keeping quiet, but the sounds of sex were all around us. I knew she was horrified by the idea. Nina and Pam would know that I came over purely to fuck her. She was humiliated.

She was also incredibly wet. Jennifer climaxed once and then quickly again as I pounded her cunt. I stopped slapping her ass and reached for her long brown hair. My hand pulled her head back and forced her to arch her back as I thrust. The sweet sound of her whimpering added to the mix.

I came. I felt the muscles of her cunt milk my seed from my body. I wiped the sweat from my face and wiped my hand on her ass.

“Good slut,” I said as I pulled out.

Jennifer found the strength to turn over. “Thank you,” she said. I am not sure if she meant for the compliment or for the fucking. “Will you be staying?”

The beast was silent. I was actually intrigued by the idea. What would it be like to hang out with her friends? If Nina had hated me before, she was going to hate my guts now.

“No,” I said. It seemed too normal to consider. I almost didn’t want to push my luck.

“No,” I said again. “I’ll be by to pick you up on Sunday.”

Jennifer looked up me. Her cunt smelled of sex and my seed. “I can’t wait.”

I reached down and scooped up the panties she had been wearing. No matter what else was happening, I was going to keep collecting my trophies.

“Get dressed,” I told her. “I want to you to see me to the door.”

The smile that blossomed on her face was amazing. For some reason, it made me sad. Perhaps I knew that this giddiness could not possibly last.

Jennifer walked into my apartment of her own free will. She was still covering her breasts with her hands with a misguided sense of modesty. Her face was red from the cold, or perhaps with the shame of what she had done tonight.

She had no idea.

The beast had to taste her. I pounced and pushed her up against the wall. My hands grabbed her wrists and pinned her. My mouth growled, then kissed her.

I took her mouth. Jennifer didn’t resist. She moaned as my tongue invaded her and claimed her. I drank her moans from her lips. I bit her tongue when it pleased me, and every time I did, she jumped. I just tightened my grip on her wrists. Her bare breasts pressed against my chest, and I was aware of every soft inch of warmth. Jennifer squirmed as I kissed her. I could smell her desire rising in response to mine.

When I broke the kiss, Jennifer let out a gasp of air. Her lips looked as swollen as if they had been slapped. It made me smile. Swollen lips would be the least of her concerns.

I grabbed her throat. I felt her pulse as I tightened my grip. Fear passed over her face and gave way to a smile. The smile annoyed me, and my fingers pressed harder. The smile faded, but her pussy flushed with new desire. That I liked.

“Unzip my pants,” I commanded her.

The smile almost returned, but she stopped herself. She was smart. She loosened my belt and then unzipped me. Her fingers trembled as she grazed my cock. She didn’t reach in and fondle me as so many women had. The beast approved.

“Take out my cock,” I told her. My hand closed a little tighter around her throat.

Jennifer pushed down my pants so they fell to my ankles. She reached into my boxers and moaned as she felt my girth. Her fingers trembled as she pulled out my hard cock. Gently, almost reverently, she explored the length of my cock with her fingers. The beast allowed her to because she did it with respect.

“Tonight, that is going inside you,” I told her. “Tonight, I will fill your cunt with my cock. When I tire of your cunt, I will ram my cock into your mouth. When I tire of your mouth, I will slam my cock into your ass. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she whispered. I released her throat, and she let out another gasp. Before she had a chance to catch her breath, I pushed her to the ground. She landed hard, and I was on top of her. My hands pawed at her pants. The button flew off as I ripped them open. When I pulled them off, I lifted her entire lower body off the ground. She fell back down as I tossed the pants aside.

Blue panties covered her sex. They were soaked. The smell drove me insane. I couldn’t stop myself. I plunged my face into her panties and licked the juices from them. My teeth bit down and tore into them. I shredded her panties as I ate my way to her sex.

She was shaved bare. After eating my way in, I started on her sex proper. I licked furiously, the smell luring me deeper inside her. This wasn’t the gentle licking of a lover. This was a savage devouring of her sex for every precious drop of cunt juice. Jennifer squirmed beneath me, but my hands and mouth kept her down on the carpet.

In time, my cock demanded his share. My face soaked, I rose up and kicked her legs apart. Jennifer lay there helpless as I mounted her. My eating of her sex had broken any last resistance. She was ready for me, and so was her cunt.

I growled as I entered her. My cock slid inside her soaking cunt and filled her entirely. Jennifer moaned. I buried my cock inside her. She lifted her body to meet mine, and I approved of the fresh smell of lust rolling off her. I felt her legs wrap around me and pull me in deeper.

We fucked. When the fury of the moon is upon me, there is no need for fancy positions or sex tricks from magazines. My cock was inside her, and that was all that mattered. All we needed were hips crashing into open thighs and balls slapping against wet cunt. All I needed was the sight of her breasts shaking from each thrust of my cock. All she needed was the heat I was ramming into her.

Jennifer grunted as I fucked her. I cared nothing for the violence that my fucking was doing to her.

She kept squirming underneath me. I realized she was trying to make herself comfortable on the cold carpet. Her movements just made me thrust harder.

She screamed her climaxes. They meant nothing to me.

When I climaxed, I howled my joy. All the frustration of the moon poured through my cock. I emptied inside of her and felt all the stress melt into her cunt. For one brief glorious moment, the beast inside me was quiet.

My brain was working again. I looked down at Jennifer and felt her trembling beneath me. I had used her roughly. The almost-goofy grin on her face told me she’d liked it. The beast might be sated for the moment, but I was not. I wanted more.

“Get up,” I said. I pulled out of her and grabbed her long brown hair. Jennifer tried to stand, but her legs weren’t cooperating. I didn’t slow down. I walked to my couch, still dragging her by the hair. She half crawled along, groaning as I pulled her ruthlessly.

I sat on the couch. Jennifer tried to join me, and I pushed her back to the floor. She looked up at me and saw that my cock was still hard. My thighs parted for her. My cock was a mess from our sex.

“I need a break,” she whispered. “I’m a little overwhelmed.”

The beast didn’t answer. It was up to me. We could talk. We could get to know one another before the beast needed more cunt.

These things didn’t hold much interest for me anymore.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her to my cock. Jennifer didn’t resist. She opened her mouth just in time for my cock to enter her. I pushed her down until my entire cock disappeared inside her.

Her breasts pressed against my thighs. She put her hands behind her, which was a nice touch. Despite her protests, she was sucking my cock rather nicely. She licked her juice and my seed with equal relish. I kept her head pinned to my lap. It just felt right.

I wondered for a moment when I had changed. When the beast first awoke within me, I used to spend so much time worrying about the women I craved. I was always deferential to my girlfriends to a fault. Now, I treat the women I fuck as though I own them. It is not just the beast inside me, either. The real me likes it, too.

Jennifer sucked harder as I pondered myself. She still had her hands clasped behind her back, and I knew she was lost in a fantasy of her own making. The beast in me inspires my prey to relish in the taking. Up and down, she slammed her mouth onto my cock with a force equal to my savagery. I approved.

I realized then when I had changed. The fucking was always fun, but they never stuck around. They were always eager to fuck, but when the lust was over, they couldn’t get away quickly enough. I have heard so many lame excuses about why they can’t give me a number or see me again. Once the mind-blowing sex was over, they feared me, and they were a little ashamed of themselves. Since none of them wanted to stay, I had started rejecting them before they had a chance to reject me.

My self-reflection was interrupted by Jennifer’s sucking. She was moving her head from side to side as she sucked me. The beast awoke to her extra efforts. My grip tightened in her hair as I felt my cock begin to surge. You might think after the women I have had that a blowjob would be nothing special, but you would be wrong. Jennifer was throwing her entire body into it. Her back arched as she moved, and her hips swayed as she developed a rhythm. Every part of her body was helping to suck my cock.

Both of my hands kept a grip on her hair as I came. Jennifer froze as the first splash of seed filled her mouth. She started to pull away, but I kept her there. Like a good slut, she relaxed and swallowed. I pumped into her mouth for a full minute. Since the change, my climaxes have been getting bigger and bigger.

“Wow,” she said when I finally released her. “I have never swallowed before.”

I grunted. “You do now.”

I reached down and grabbed a full breast. I squeezed hard and enjoyed the pain I was inflicting. A new scent of desire told me that she enjoyed it, too.

“You are unstoppable.” She laughed. “What is it? Viagra?”

Then I laughed. “I appreciate a good slut, is all. When was the last time you were used like this?”

Jennifer frowned at the term “used.”

“Never,” she said. “Boyfriends don’t exactly go for this and I have never had a one-night stand before.”

I nodded and got up. “Come with me to the bedroom.”

She started to stand, and I pushed her down. “Crawl behind me.”

The look on her face was priceless. It was like she’d waited her whole life for someone to say that to her. In that moment, I thanked the beast, for it allowed me to grant these tiny pieces of joy to these women.

“Come on,” I said as I walked down the hall. I heard her as she crawled behind me. “Let’s see if your ass is as good as your mouth.

It was.

I awoke sometime after dawn, my cock sticky from the sex. The beast slumbered. Three hours of fucking, two blowjobs, an anal fuck and a handjob onto Jennifer’s breasts had sated it. The sun was up, but I could feel the moon. When night fell, I would have to find another prey.

Jennifer was beside me. She was naked. Her body was marked with scratches and bruises. Her lips were swollen from the 100 times I’d taken her mouth. She looked like a mess, but I hoped she’d remember me fondly. Remember me fondly as she ran for her life this morning.

Her eyes opened. She smiled contently. To my surprise, she took my hand and placed it on her breast.

“What are your plans for today?” she asked.

For once, I was the one who was speechless. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“I have an idea,” she said. She crawled over to my cock. She took my dirty cock into her mouth and sucked me gently.

I couldn’t believe it. She wanted to stay.