I scanned the parking lot to find a few cars and trucks scattered about. I assumed all were sleeping until I noticed a station wagon rocking with the tell-tell motions of intense fucking. I realized that I could smell the sex going on in the vehicle, and it made my new hunger even greater.
"Lets wait at the picnic table by the restroom," My master said. "We will follow our next meal in." As we walked past the station wagon I couldn't help but look in. There was a guy with tight military haircut fucking the shit out of a blond bombshell. He was covered in sweat, and the sweat smell raw sex oozed from the car. The guy caught me looking, and locked eyes with me. From the expression on his face I could see he was into me watching. The guy grunted as he came into the girl's pussy, not looking away from me until he collapsed on her body.
My master was sitting at the table when I left the hot scene. "There is a soul seeking harvest in that truck" he said as he pointed. "I shall go reap its offering. You can hunt on your own." My master walked across the parking lot to where the trucker had been signaling him for action. I stayed at the table, enjoying the smells of sex that filled the rest area.
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I am Abaddon, a demon. I am regarded by most as the most powerful demon on earth. My entire existence is of pleasure, sacrifice, and power. I devour souls and flesh in exchange for mere mortal moments of intense pain and pleasure. The souls and flesh I collect make me more strong and powerful with each victim. Hunting alone for eternity can be lonely, and so I created my companion, my first fully willing victim, earlier tonight at a bookstore. I could tell from his eyes and his heart that he would be capable of the horrific acts required, and maybe even enjoy them. Tonight he would hunt alone, and I will feast on the soul of a trucker.
As I approached the truck the door swung open and a scruffy man with a very bushy beard motioned me in. The smell in the truck hit me immediately. This man was a fucking pig. It was clear that the man had not bathed in many days. This of course is wonderful for me. The evil culinary pleasure of stale sweat and funk are not to be ignored. These men who don't take care of their temples will be rewarded in hell. The floor of the truck was covered with tissues soaked with cum, trophies of the man's chronic masturbation.
"My name's Hank," the man said as I closed the door behind me. "I am Abe" I replied. "Abraham?" he asked. "No, Abbadon" I replied "It's Hebrew" "So your Jewish then?" He asked. "Hardly" I chuckled as I looked down at my crotch. He beamed "So you're uncut then?" "Let's just say I have the foreskin of 10 men" I replied. "I am uncut too!" the man proclaimed. "I know," I said, as I reached for his zipper, "I can smell."
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Shortly after my master entered the truck a door on the station wagon opened. The man who had been fucking the cunt in the wagon was heading right toward me. "What's up?" he asked me as he passed, grinning sheepishly. He went into the men's room, and of course, I followed.
He was standing at the urinal, attempting to pee. I took the urinal next to him. "Did you enjoy that show, man?" He asked. "Yea!" I said, "That bitch was hot." "That bitch is my wife!" he growled, then grinned ear to ear. His cock was half hard in his hand. It was very thick compared to his skinny military body. His head was cut very tight, and the ridge of his head was very thick. "It's hard to piss after a good fuck" he said, noticing me looking at his 'unpissing' dick. "I can Imagine," I said. "Hell, your dick is still wet with pussy juice."I continued. He rubbed the head of his dick between his fingers and then brought them to his nose and sniffed. "mmm" he moaned. I looked him in the eye and then looked at his fingers and sniffed. Getting my drift he grinned and put his fingers under my nose. I inhaled deeply and gave a horny sigh. The aroma of soap, sweat, pussy juice and cum was clearly evidenced on his fingers. "You like the smell of my wife man?" He moaned. "I like the smell of you and your wife commingled, yes." I replied. His eyes glittered with excitement as the meaning of my words set in. He leaned back against the wall and said "There's more down here if you want it." I dropped to my knees and he placed his hands on the back of my head, pulling me closer to his thick meat, dripping in juices.
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As I pulled the trucker's zipper down the aroma from his crotch filled the air. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his lap was a tangled forest of long sweaty pubic hair. He lifted his ass off the seat and I pulled his pants down to his ankles. The hair was so dense on his legs and calves you couldn't see the skin beneath. His cock was standing hard at about 5 inches. It was as thick at the base as it was at the head, and it had loose skin bunched and completely covering the head. I knelt down between his legs and approached his covered cock with my tongue. The scent was so strong I could taste him before my tongue touched his head.
"I'm a little messy" he said as I licked his tip. I growled and shucked the skin back to the base of his cock. The head and shaft were caked with cheese. I ran my tongue along the edge of the head, gathering smegma. The goo was so ripe and aged that it was all I could do to suppress the demon metamorphosis as I ate. "Oh Man, Clean my raw cock," he cried, "I have been making this batch for weeks."
After his cock was free of cheese, I motioned for him to climb into the cab. He removed his shirt and pants and lay naked on his back on the bed. I closed the curtains and climbed on top of Hank. "Aren't you gonna' take your clothes of man? He asked. "Later," I grunted as I began rubbing my hands over his chest. His chest was covered in fur from neck to belly.
"Looks like you could use a bath." I said licking my lips. "Fuck yea! Lick me clean" he replied as he put his hands behind his head. The hair in his armpits continued straight to his torso, and it was hard to tell where his armpit ended and his chest hair began. His fur was matted with days of sweat, cum and urine which was not his own. I devoured the evil fluids from his mat, savoring the tastes of his dirty lifestyle. His pits were so ripe and moist that I was able to drink sweat from the moist tangled hair.
Once he was clean of sweat and fluids, I began sucking his short fat cock. My hunger for his soul growing, I quickly milked him to orgasm. His cum was thick and salty, and I hungrily swallowed it all. Hank was panting loudly, trying to make sense of why the blow job felt so wonderful.
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"Eat my wife's juice!" the GI moaned as he pushed his cock past my lips. The taste of her wetness caused me to have flash backs as if it was I who was fucking her in the wagon. I was tasting his memories right through his cock. From the memories I could read, I figured the guy was very straight. I could only see a few random gay experiences from his high school days. "I bet you would like to fuck my wife with me, wouldn't you" he grunted. "Yea man," I bluffed, "let's go out and do her together." He chuckled and said "You think you are man enough to fuck my wife? She is used to accommodating this monster." I stood up and dropped my pants. My cock hung half hard with my evil foreskin bunched long over the head. I was as big as he was and not even fully hard. "Shit," he stammered, you aren't gonna' spoil my wife with that big ugly monster." He pushed me back down on my knees and began fucking my mouth. I worked by tongue and teeth all over, bringing him to a massive orgasm. His eyes rolled back in his head as gobs of cum flowed into my throat.
Once he was dry I stood up and began working my long foreskin back and forth over my head. "Man that thing is gross. How do you deal with all that skin?" he asked. I began to stretch the skin with my fingers and he watched with fascination. Before he could react, I stepped forward and stretched my skin over the length of his softening cock. "Get off me man, a blowjob don't mean I am gay!" He tried to push me away but to know avail. The process had begun. My foreskin had melded into the base of hic cock, and he could not tell where his cock ended and mine began. The look of terror in his eyes fueled my desire to consume him. "Why can't I pull away? Why are we stuck?"
"I enjoyed your wife's juices, now I shall enjoy yours." I answered. My penis shot him a dose of endorphins as it descended down his leg, dissolving the tissue around it as it went. "I don't understand" he cried through his blast of pleasure, "what are you doing to me?" "Do you feel my heat beat? Soon our heart beats will be in sync... and I will sustain your life as I consume you. I will slowly digest your flesh, and then I will obtain your soul." "That's crazy... what the fuck is going...." I hit him with another shot of intense pleasure and he stopped mid sentence. "That feels nice doesn't it?" I asked him. He nodded and dropped his head. "I have a wife" he sobbed, "she is asleep in the car." "I know your wife loves you but can she give you this?" I shot him with another dose and liquefied him from the hips down. He looked up at me from the floor with an expression of submission and resolve. I began to consume his torso, sustaining his life through our connection.
The process was close to an end, and it was time to take his soul. My skin began to dry, then turn green. My horns emerged and a wild roar escaped my lips. I began to pull his soul through our cock and into me. He began the feel the wonderful sensation of being blown from the inside. Upon release of his soul I rewarded him with a rush of pleasure so great that it left him senseless and unaware as I liquefied his brain and consumed his knowledge.
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"Wow pig, that was a great blowjob." Hank panted. "Now I have to piss like a mother fucker." I didn't want him to interrupt what might be going on in the men's room so I offered "Can I drink it?" "Fuck yea" he cheered, "as long as I get to drink you to." The deal is sealed." I assured him and knelt on the floor. Hank stood in front of me and aimed his cock at my open mouth. The piss began to trickle as it passed through his foreskin. He pulled the foreskin back and let loose like a racehorse. I drank greedily as he filled me with his fluid.
"Man! You drank every drop you filthy fuck. Now it's my turn and I am thirsty." He moaned. I stood up and pushed him down to his knees with his back against the bed. He looked up at me with hunger and lust in his eyes. I opened my fly and dropped out my limp uncut monster. I heard him gasp and swear as he saw my grotesque amount of skin. The joy of my monster was almost too much for him to bear.
I began my piss stream and he lapped hungrily. I pushed further into his mouth to prevent any leakage. Hank was in heaven as he drank my piss. When my bladder was empty I began feeding him my demon seed. Not realizing the extent of his activities, he drank and drank and drank my poison juice. "Ow, Ow, OW" he began to moan as my cum began to do its work. I held his head and pushed on forward, pouring plenty of seed into his gut.
"What have you done to me?" he cried," it burns, it burns!" "I am just finishing my meal" I replied. "I ate your cheese, drank your cum and piss, and now my cum is slowly digesting your insides so I can drink YOU!. "O God," he winced in pain, "like a spider and a fly?"
"Now I shall connect to you to keep you alive while I eat you, and I can take away the pain." "No!" he cried, "I got myself into this, I can take the pain like the pig that I am!"
"As you wish" I replied as I wrapped my foreskin around his member and took root. He began to buck around on the floor so I shot him a dose of pleasure. He cried in delight as the pain gave way to ultimate pleasure. "Hit me again!" he cried. I shot him with a double dose of pleasure. My consumption became frantic, trying to keep up. "More, More" he shouted.. I gave him a near lethal dose of pleasure, but it wasn't enough. "More you pig!" He screamed. I was so caught up in the moment I let loose an unbridled flow of endorphins. "O fuck yea Tha......" silence, it was over.
I had let him pass before I got his soul. I was so wrapped up with the pig that I let him distract the mission. I snaked my cock into his brain and took his knowledge. All that was left was a pile of skin and a soul that was surely in hell. I detached his cock from my body and began stretching the foreskin till it was loose enough for me to step into. First one leg, then the other through the foreskin. Then I pulled the skin over my head like a sweater and the fluids went to work, melding my skin with his. If I couldn't have his soul I would take the next best thing he had to offer. The pelt of the hairiest man I ever consumed.
As I cleaned up, I noticed a police car pull up and begin talking to the woman in the station wagon.
This could get interesting.
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