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His name is Sal. He’s an oddities collector, or as he puts it: he likes to talk to interesting people. We trade stats and icebreakers, then he makes a suggestion. “Let’s write together: you do a line, and I’ll do a line, then we go back and forth to create a shared story.”

I’m slow to answer because I’m dubious of my co- writing skills. “Haven’t done this in a long time. May be rusty. You lead off.”

The sun was just setting and the air was clear and crisp as the two walked down the path through the park. The setting sun was in her eyes; her shadow streamed out behind her. His shadow led him toward her: hands in his pockets, eyes cast down as he hurried along. He looked up suddenly and stoped short as he noticed her. A moment later she did the same.

He looked at her and the worry, almost desperation fell away from his eyes and he was struck by her. Something about her. And she caught her breath. Their paths converged and they nearly clashed in their eagerness. The two ran to discover a secluded area to explore each other’s bodies. They kissed; and when he opened his mouth to speak, she put a finger to his lips. She leaned into him and kissed him with such fire and passion that he nearly forgot where he was going with that consuming sense of urgency. 

Her hands stroked down along his chest, his forearms, til their fingers intertwined and she moaned nearly inaudibly against his mouth. His hands struggled to unbutton her blouse in the extremity of his passion. She grabbed his hands, flexed his fingers down against her breasts and popped the buttons. He blushed as her breasts spilled into view and they were tipped by nipples in tiny silver clamps. She smiled impishly and undulated against him as she leaned in for another kiss. Their tongues danced and twisted as they played off the beaten path. She opened her mouth to speak, caught herself, and reached down to press her fingertips along the front of his pants. He gasped and grunted because of her touch; he got brave, rolled her off him- pinning her against the grass, and ripped her remaining clothes off before stripping down himself.

Her back arched and her eyes rolled as he roughly disrobed her. When they were naked he pressed her legs and pulled them over his shoulders before diving his face against her pussy and flicking her clit with his tongue. She gasped sharply and her back spasmed; she buried her fingers in his hair. His tongue flicked her clit and he sucked playfully on it, then slid a finger into her hungry slit. She grunted and pushed down against his hand, sucking at his finger with her muscles. He could feel her juices flowing. She moaned audibly and he slid another finger in. Now his middle and ring fingers throbbed on her swelling g-spot.

“Please-” She choked off the word as her hips rolled toward and away. He looked up at her and then went faster.

Her body worked with his hand in counterpoint, her moans deepened and became gutteral, she grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed as it bounced in her palm. He could feel her building, her body gripping his fingers, and she yelped and a blast of come flooded down his throat. She danced against the ground, rocked by wave after wave of orgasm. Quite suddenly he changed position, grabbed her neck, and slammed his swollen cock into her tight, forbidden asshole. She gasped and gurgled and felt him stretch her. The excruciating pleasure couldn’t be contained in her body and suddenly she was moaning and writhing like a whore. He used her like one. 

He used her like a filthy whore, pissing in her ass. And this caused such wonderful pressure inside her. Filthy. In a good way. 

She screamed for it. It felt so good spraying out of her as his cock slammed into her. Her golden enema blasted him. For punishment, he pulled out and told her to lick the nastiness off his throbbing hard cock.

She looked up into his eyes and dragged her tongue along his dick, base to tip. He muttered that she was a filthy, filthy whore. He craved filling all her slutty holes.

“Will you fill my cunt next, please?”

He forced himself on her, slamming his gigantic cock into her. Thrust after thrust, he ground his hips against hers and his balls slapped her ass. “Thank you!” she squealed breathlessly between ecstatic wails. He pressed again against her windpipe and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. This time she couldn’t scream as she came.. she growled. He looked at her, almost animal- like, and as he came deep inside her, his teeth shifted into fangs and his cock swelled into a knot inside of her.

“GOD, HELP ME!” she screamed in carnal terror as her orgasm ripped through her cunt then out through her nerve endings to her entire body. Her fingers and nipples tingled. As her body jerked and spasmed, he filled her cunt with thick wolf come. She screamed for more as he pushed her down and she fell to her knees. He turned her head roughly and fucked her mouth. She begged for it as she cleaned their come from his cock with her mouth. He forced his knot back in her mouth.  Her jaw cramped as he entered her throat, and at the realization she could choke to death on his knot, her hips bucked. He paused for a moment, then unleashed a hot torrent of piss to further blur the line between Death and le petit morte. She closed her eyes and telepathically begged the beast to come down her throat. If it was her dying wish.. The man in the beast intuited her wishes, or it was simply coincidence when he filled her windpipe with his seed.

I drop the story thread. “Mmm.. FUCK.. She was a werewolf’s whore.”

“You should come,” he replies. “Squirt for me, whore. I feel you building.”

“Not alone,” I send, “trying to come stealthily.

“Ooh how fun! Don’t let her hear you. You’re so nasty, I love it! I’d let you pee on my cock.”

“Mmm.. thank you..”

“I aim to please. Now have another stealth orgasm. Whisper my name when you come. Come in three.. Not yet, two.. Build quick and quiet, one- now hold it! Hold it! Now gush for your big bad wolf.”

Understandably, it takes me several moments to reply. “DAMN, YOU’RE YUMMY!”

He teases gently “You make a little mess?”

“I think YOU did that.” His response makes my legs weak.

“Did I make my wolf pup wet herself? I like that you like it dirty.” 

“Oh god! Do we know each other? Or are you just really fucking good?”

I can hear him chuckle. “Well I like piss and squirt and forcing orgasms, and you told me your fantasy, so I guess I’m just that good!”

NSFW: yes

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