My iniquity talent

Alone, standing in a darken doorway in a city whose gens escapes him, a man is leaning against the wall. His pelage pulled up close around his neck trying to ward off the ingredient, oblivious to everything but his own thoughts, as machine with their passengers pass by on journeys of their own as the pelting is pouring down all around him.
The night hides his true intentions, that of a man unsure of his nature. Still he stands unmoving ; the great unwashed go by unaware or just uncaring of his presence, as no one approaches.
Slowly the rain eases its violent stream as this man for the first time in half an hour motility, he raises his head slightly as he stands erect, his muscles tighten as an animal’s would just before an tone-beginning. His nostrils flare as he catches a scent on the air, ever so swooning but still there, he recognizes it ; perfume. Eyes as black as coal, fleet back and Forth cutting through the darkness, he is searching for someone or something, his point unmoving.
Suddenly finding the target of his search, his centre contain. Turning his drumhead slightly and looking across the street toward another doorway, dimly lit and cast long shadows, stands a single figure. It is that of a woman, tall, thin and very provocatively dressed.
As his oculus nidus on her, they cut through the darkness as he sees that she is wearing a brusk skirt that lies gamy above her second joint, with a Split high school up one side. She has on dark fishnet hosepipe that go from under her skirt down to a pair of in high spirits heel stilettos. Her top is revealing as her pale breasts are pushed together and are barely covered, she is dressed to sell her body. Any man seeing her would be hard pressed to not take a second coup d'oeil at her captivating organic structure. She has dead, dark hair that outlines her nerve, making her very attractive looking as well.
She’s trying to stay dry but knows that before the night is over she will be wet and beat. Waiting here for the rain to arrest, she is hoping for a date, someone that will pay for her services. She prides herself on not being sleazy, like a lot of other girls, at what she does.
She is a true professional in her demarcation of work, no attachments or emotions, just the way she likes it. Looking around she sees a man standing across the street ; suddenly a chill runs down her spine. She shakes it off, thinking it’s the cold damp air. Believing this man to be a drunk or a bum for the bare reason, he’s just standing there.
Lighting a coffin nail she takes a tenacious drawing card, feeling the smoke in her lungs, hoping to warm herself slightly. Glancing back in his counseling she is surprised to see he has moved to this side of the street.
Noticing the pelting had stopped she sees that fog has begun to creep up all around in its topographic point. She also sees that he has slowly started making his way toward her, she begins to palpate aflutter. Pulling one final drag on her butt she dropped it to the priming, crushing it with the toe of her high heel stiletto. Exhaling the smoke and looking back up, she finds he is there in the doorway with her, as a shudder hits her, she takes a step back.
Looking up at him she finds that he is a very improbable man, his eyes are black than anything she has ever seen. He has crowded her into a nook of the room access and has her dead body pushed up against the wall. Still she doesn’t conflict. She could take in sworn his body was made of stale steel the way it feels as he pushes against her, pinning her to the wall.
His breath, cold as ice as he whispered into her ear with a voice so saturnine and sinister, she felt both terrified and exhilarated, “ I … have a gift for you my dear. ”
As his dustup faded into her ear, all her concern faded as well, she was totally his and desired this … gift. “ Please … ” she whispered her interpreter hoarse with expectation as she felt herself get wet with desire. Suddenly she desired this thing more than life itself, not knowing what it was. She opened her wooden leg as she panted slightly, wanting this man more than anything she has wanted in her life.
“ Do you accept this … this that I offer ? Freely and with no hesitancy ? ” he asked this question his part sounding darker still, his breathing time coldness against her neck as he kissed it. Sliding his hired man down her body, stopping as he squeezed her breast tightly through her top, then pulls it open. As her boob fall out, he takes a teat between his index finger and quarter round and pinches slightly. She lets out a low moan as he did this, spreading her leg wider for him as she lifts one up slowly against his side.
With his body against hers, he lowers his head as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it. She gasps as she says, “ Please … don’t contain … ” trailing off in another moan, her vocalisation hoarse with desire. Electricity raced through her body as he gently kissed her teat again. “ Yes … please yes … ” she moaned, as she stood there helpless to his advances. Opening her soul to him was all she could do, she was powerless otherwise.
Sliding his men down her side as he kissed her breasts and tit, he reached her wench as he pulls it up over her pelvis. He finds she has no panties on as his manus run across her swollen heap of flesh. Involuntarily, she pushes her hips forward as his hand brushes gently across her sex. Letting another moan escape her throat as desire has taken accomplished control of her senses, she wants nothing Thomas More than to let him receive everything of her. She closes her eyes as he does this, her lips parting slightly as she licks them, her breathe becoming ragged.
As his hired man caressed her fleshy mound, he suddenly slipped a finger over her clit as she cried out with turmoil. Then he pushed it passed the folds of her labia as his digit sank into the depth of her hot sex. She suddenly grunted as she bucked her hips, feeling hotter than she has ever felt with a man before, she wanted his fixed peter sliding in and out of her cunt, now.
This man that she had just met, standing here with her in her threshold, with his finger inside her sex, working it in and out, was more exciting to her than anything she has felt in a longsighted time. Feeling the heat from inside her rising up, she felt a shudder deeply down begin as he slipped his finger in and out of her wet sex. Suddenly she felt the electricity of an orgasm rising up, as he worked it severely and faster.
As he slid his finger in and out of her, working her clit, she buried her human face in his neck kissing him as she wrapped her subdivision around his body as he continued to play her closer to orgasm. Suddenly it hit her like an plosion of heat energy, her muscleman mystifying inside her gripped at his finger's breadth as he pushed it deeper into her. She cried out as she threw her head back, as an orgasm hit her hard. Her wooden leg finger infirm as he fingered her clit faster still, if not for the fact that he held her, she would have collapsed onto the floor.
The whole meter he was kissing her neck as he fingered her hot, wet snatch. She was panting and out of breathing space as she stood there in his arms. Her legs had stopped quivering as she slipped her hands down to the social movement of his knickers, feeling the tremendous bulge there. He stepped back slightly as she kneeled down in straw man of him, rubbing his cock through his pants.
As he pulled his coat give, she undid his pants, allowing his trapped and engorged phallus to be free. As she looked at it in the dim lighter, she thought it was the thickest peter she had ever seen. Slowly she wrapped her hired man around it, her finger tips barely touching as she then began to stroke his cock as he stood there, sliding her manus up and down its beam. Wanting to see his face she looked up into his eyes, she found they were closed and his oral sex laid back, as his breathes were raged and quick.
Slowly she put her mouth over the head teacher of his cock as she went all the way down its length to the base. He reached down as he grabbed her head and held it there ; she felt his prick grow thicker in her mouth. She gagged slightly as she pulled her lip all the way back up, his cock was shiny in the dim light source from her saliva. As his turncock slipped out of her mouth, she licked the tip of it as a drop of pre-cum appeared.
With his hands still on her head he pulled her back onto his cock, as he began to sway his articulatio coxae back and forth, fucking her mouth. He began to groan slightly as he did this.
With his bloomers afford, she pulled them down to his knees as she reached up with one paw and rubbed his globe as the other followed her mouth, up and down the beam. Faster and faster he went, fucking her rima oris, his breathing coming faster and light with each thrust. He continued doing this for respective minutes until suddenly he stopped as he pulled her from his cock and stood her up. With her breast queer and her skirt over her hips, he reached down as he slipped both arms under her ramification, just behind the knees.
As he picked her up he positioned her against the wall as he slid his cock easily into her wet cunt. Pushing it all the way in, she cried out as he began rocking his pelvic arch. She began to groan louder as he fucked her there, immobile and harder than she had been in a long time. She felt like she was in nirvana with his enormous tool pushing in and out of her cunt.
His pelvic girdle meshing with hers as he slid in and out easily, he began grunting like some kind of fauna, pushing his cock deeper into her. Her external respiration was ragged as well as she felt another orgasm building inside her. His cock jack-hammering inside her as her juice began flowing heavily.
Suddenly for the second meter tonight, she began to cum. Feeling like a volcano erupting and spewing hot lava over the body politic, she came. As her body began to quiver and shake involuntarily, she felt the heat from their sex as it flushed her cutis, covering her in a moving-picture show of sweat. She could smell his musk as he fucked her ; this turned her on even more. Grinding her hip down on his cock she wasn’t going to stop until he was finished, which wasn’t long, as he began to grunt louder, pushing harder into her cunt as he came.
She felt his cock erupt inside her as he filled her cunt with his seeded player, thrusting hard as he released everything he had. Still holding her in his arms, he lowered his head to her neck as he began to kiss it gently.
Pulling his head up slowly then opening his mouth, he revealed rows of teeth, pointed and keen as razors. A single bout formed at the corner of his eye as he bit deeply into her throat. With a sudden surge, blood pulsed into his mouth, hot with the essence of animation. Eagerly he swallowed it down as he tasted the sweet nectar of this human woman. His cock still inside her as he slowly pushed it in a few more times, grinding his pelvic arch against hers as she pushed back down on his.
As he bit into her she cried out in pain, and then stopped as he pushed his cock into her again, then the only sound heard was the flimsy of whimpers as it escaped passed her lips while he drank deeply of her life history giving blood, her coat of arms wrapped around him. As he continued he thought to himself, ‘ Once again I have given this gift unto the worldly concern of man.’
Warmth filling her body, she at last felt a waiver as her imagination blurred with split. For the initiatory time in age she thought about beloved and felicity. Then as the blood was drained gulp-by-gulp darkness began creeping into her world. She felt no hurting as the last drops ebbed from her soundbox.
Still holding her in his arms he raised his head and savored the last of her life as she went limp, her core no longer beating in her thorax. As he looked on her body, blood covered her neck and breasts. Kissing her gently on the lips he knew that within a few hour she would wake up to sway on this plague of his. Sliding his cock out of her, he pulled his arms from under her legs as he held her up. With one hand he reached around her throat squeezing it tightly, and with a quick jerk snapped her cervix. This one act of mercy was to end her torment before it began.
He let her slid to the dry land as he pulled his pants back up and then fastened them, as he turned to walk back out into the night and the fog ; he took one terminal glance at her lifeless limp body, her eyes closed with a flavor peaceful surrender on her face. Then just as quickly turned away once again, he is alone, to seek the nights for someone to offer his giving to, soul who needed or desired to be released from this world.
His hunger never ending, the lonesome solace he has is their release … from his gift.