One last night stand This is Rated R

Her words were ringing in his head now. "Just stay the night" she
pleaded, but he could not do that. He did not want to give her the
wrong idea. It was just a night of sex, he had no feelings for her. He
left her then, hoping that she was not just using him for sex as he
had done to so many others before her.
He walked home to his penthouse overlooking the city and grabbed a
beer out of the fridge, sat on the couch, and turned on his big screen
television. He hit the play button on the answering machine. It was
the normal stuff, random girl calling, Love you, Miss you, hope to see
you again... It all meant nothing to him.
He picked one at random and called her up. "Hey babe!", he would say.
That way he would not have to remember their names. "Why don't you
come over and chill with me?" That was code for sex, and he knew she
would come. They always did. They loved him, he was beautiful and he
could make them feel that way too, but it was all lies.
It was not that he liked sex as much as he just needed it. He would
usually forget how it felt right after he was done. It was like a drug
for him. He took and took from these girls and they loved it. He made
them feel like a goddess while he was with them. There were ones who
wanted only raw hot sex, and he gave that to them. Others liked it
slow and sensual, and he gave that to them as well. He could tell what
they liked right away, and as soon as he met them he would store all
their love and passion inside, holding on to it, but it was never
enough. It was a hunger that fueled him, He needed more and more. All
were either married, or had boyfriends. That way, they would not mind
him leaving when it was over, and they would sneak out late at night
sometimes to come over and do whatever he wanted.
The elevator doors opened and a beautiful girl stood there. Well, they
all were beautiful to him. She was smiling and walked over to him,
dropping her handbag on the floor. Her dress fell open slightly,
revealing black lace undergarments. She stared into his eyes, face
full of lust, her breasts heaving with excitement for him.
He got up and walked over to her, and she undid his shirt and began
kissing his chest, getting more excited by the minute. He tasted like
honey, or chocolate, or whatever her favorite food of passion might
be. She kissed him all over, dropping to her knees and unbuttoning his
pants as she pulled out his cock and began to suck it, moving her
tongue all over it. He could feel her heart beating faster, he could
smell her pussy juices flowing, he wanted to taste her, he needed to
taste her. He pulled her up off the floor and led her to a large bed
and removed her panties, dropping to his knees and moving his tongue
into her cunt as he drank of her juices. He could feel her writhing in
pleasure up above him.
She was begging now for him to fuck her. She screamed, "Take me now!"
"I want to feel Your cock inside me, I want to feel you inside me
now!" He climbed on top of her and began to move in and out of her,
his hard cock playing in her cunt, her juices all over it. She turned
her head to the side, biting her lips trying not to scream, but she
could not refrain. She screamed out, "Oh god!", "Yes, yes, yes!"
He could feel her fears about coming over wash over her body. He could
see her kissing her kids good night, her husband passed out on the
couch, a can of beer next to him as she slipped cautiously through the
door.
This was what he loved. Making them lie and betray their loved ones.
He could feel all this as she let herself go, he could feel her spasm
over his cock as she came, and with it all the lies and deceit she
used to get her here tonight. The times she told her husband that she
was going out with friends, but was instead coming here for this, and
just when he could not take it any more he came. Deep and hard, it
flooded her pussy, her eyes closed and he rolled over on the bed, covered in
sweat as his cum dripped out of her cunt. He knew at that moment that
she was going to be pregnant this time. He had gone too far. He had
always pulled out before like a trained solder, and he would cum on
their face or their breasts, or his favorite; cumming up the ass of
some young, newly married girl that he had corrupted into coming over
and cheat on her new husband.
But this time was different. He felt weak and sleepy. She got dressed
and left. The same old story, "I have to get home before I am missed!"
He smiled and didn't even watch them leave. They meant nothing to him,
just their action, their lies, their sex.
He fell asleep that night, and for the first time in his life he was
uncomfortable about the situation. He was having trouble getting to
sleep, and he realized that he was worried about something.
There was a stirring late in the night that woke him. He looked around
and could see something in the corner of the room. "Who's there?", he
asked. A sweet, almost musical reply floated across the room. "It is
time my love!". A beautiful woman stepped from the shadows, with long
flowing black hair and large green eyes that seemed to glow in the
darkness. She was covered in a thin, light dress, and in the moonlight
he could make out her firm breasts and tight curves. She was
breathtakingly beautiful, the most stunning thing he had ever seen!
"Your time is come" she said. "What?" "What do you mean?" "Who are
you?" he asked. "I am the one sent to collect you and bring you to the
master", she replied. "The master?" "What are you talking about?", He
asked.
"Crazy", he thought. He had imagined eventually one of them would snap
and do something like this. But surely he would have remembered her.
You have had your fun, and tonight you made a new one so you must come
home now, you must be full of food now. As her voice sang to him his
cock hardened. "Food?, what do you mean?", his voice cracked and
stuttered. She moved closer and climbed onto the bed. For the first
time ever he wanted to feel sex. His mind was spinning, he wanted to
tear off her dress and pound his cock into her cunt. He was out of
control. He could feel her all over him. "Do you want to fuck me?" she
said. "One last earthly pleasure before you meet the master?" "It is
the least I can do for you, my brother". He could not stop himself. He
knew it was wrong, but he had to fuck her.
They rolled around on the bed and fucked for hours. They could feel
all the vile things they had done to their other lovers. The lies, the
pain, the families left behind. He was lost in the swoon. It was like
nothing he had experienced. She tasted all the women's lives he had
destroyed. He tasted the essence of the men that she had broken. Each
one was like a tiny orgasm, each one of their sins made the other
reach a climax. Juices of passion flowed out of them until they were
soaked. Every single face they destroyed made them shiver in pleasure,
and when they were done and neither could take any more the darkness
engulfed them.
"It is time", she said. "Time to feed the master.."