Hungry
Joe stared at his nude body in the changing room mirror. Post workout muscles bulging, adrenaline still tapering off, minimal facial fat revealing strong bone structure — he looked great! His member, as though agreeing with his current thoughts, looked swell between his thighs. This was further acknowledged by the subtle looks of approval the other changing room users gave him. Whether it was his body, or his looks, or the eight-inch python looking penis hanging from his body, he didn’t care of their thoughts- he was going woman hunting tonight.
Home was a short drive from the gym. As Joe drove he noticed a pack of lit lotus lanterns flowing down a stream. It was finally the last day of the Hungry Ghost Festival. Buddhist and Taoist practitioners strongly believed that these period or days allowed deceased ones to roam the living world, visiting their living descendants. The last day meant no more burning incense and ritualistic offerings around every few neighborhoods, which irked Joe to an extent. Nevertheless, he looked forward to hanging out with his friends that night for their monthly rendezvous, and definitely to charm some exquisite lady home that night.
The bar was quiet. Joe was early for the night, arriving at eight-thirty. The happy hour crowd had just left, leaving a few individuals enjoying their dinner, and one lonesome lady in red at the bar. Hooboy! Joe was already congratulating himself as he eyed this lady up and down. She looked thinner than what he usually preferred, but he could tell it was ‘thin pretty’ like a female ballet dancer. Her slender body was entrapped in a red, silky looking dress. Every time she moved, her dress gave Joe a mysterious outlook, one he had only seen in movies. Her hair looked smooth and ended at her hips. Totally enraptured, Joe readied his pick-up skills, and slid into the bar stool next to her.
“How is your night coming along?” Joe asked.
Silence. The lady had either purposely ignored him or was focused in her thoughts, staring straight into space in front of her. The bartender walked past and gave Joe an ‘I’ll be right with you’ sign. Slightly put off, Joe regathered himself and tried again.
“Are you here alone?”
The lady seemed to only realize Joe was next to her. She slowly moved her head to face Joe in an angular way and looked straight into his eyes. It gave Joe the perspective of a person’s head hanging through a noose, in fact, but it didn’t matter. Her face was beautiful. Pale skin with sharp facial definitions, coupled with a pair of sharp beautiful eyes. Joe was smitten.
“Finally decided to talk to me, didn’t you?” Joe prodded. The lady was eyeing him up and down. It felt like he was being assessed. Joe sensed her gaze lingering towards his genitals. Out of the blue, her right hand slapped his thigh, and proceeded to massage slowly up and down towards his inner thigh. She was already feeling up his member through his jeans within seconds. Her emotionless face gave in to a sharp smile as she felt Joe’s manhood. He had never been approached so aggressively in his life. As he turned to try respond in kind, the lady was already leaning over to him. She placed her head on his shoulder and with her hand still touching caressing his penis through his jeans, whispered. “I’m hungry.”
Joe was ecstatic. His friends had congratulated him for his conquest that early in the night through their group chat. And they should. This lady had quickly stripped him and bounded him to his bed, refusing all drinks and Joe’s supposed pick-up techniques. She had gone straight to business, giving him a few kisses, a short tongue session, tied each of his arms and legs to ends of his bedpost, and was now dimming down the lights. This was crazy, Joe thought to himself, we didn’t even introduce ourselves! How did he land on such good fortune. As his mind danced in happiness, the lady stripped. It was just as he imagined. Beautiful, somewhat skinny body with small perky tits all in view in front of him. The dimmed lights in his bedroom painted a slender silhouette against the wall. During his excitement, Joe thought he saw three different silhouettes, but brushed it off without a second thought.
“Perfect, come over here.” Joe tried being cool and instructive about it, but was certain he wasn’t containing much of his enthusiasm. The lady walked over and climbed slowly unto the bed. Joe’s member was standing proud, tall, and had a considerable glow about it. “Eat it.” Joe commanded eagerly. The lady slowly took his member in her hands, held it in her hands for a few seconds, and then went down on it with her mouth.
Joe sighed in pleasure. This was great. At the rate she went licking and sucking his dick, he knew he was going to have a long night. He even heard her whispering ‘Delicious’ between her mouthfuls. Minutes passed. Joe’s imminent pleasure had somewhat subsided. Something wasn’t feeling right. He looked down at the slender figure working on his member. Her face was covered by her hair, but she didn’t seem to be doing anything wrong. But to Joe this whole oral process with her felt very dry and cold.
“Hey…” Joe tried hinting at her to stop. As though triggered by his voice, the figure worked harder and faster. Joe wasn’t liking this anymore.
“Hey!” Joe yelled loudly. The lady stopped. “What in the world….. do we have to lube your mouth or something?!”
Joe’s frustration was taking over the gentlemanly facade he had up since meeting her. The lady slowly pushed back her hair, and looked straight at Joe.
“What the fuck! Get away from me!” Joe was mortified.
He was staring straight at the lady he had supposingly brought home, but she no longer mirrored what she looked like earlier that night. Severely chapped lips, cracked skin and scabs all over her face, hollowed eyes thinned to slits , and mouth wider than the Cheshire Cat. This was not her at all, it was a monstrosity! Joe squirmed in both disgust and fear. Tugging at his bonds, he tried freeing himself, but the bonds seemed to have been smartly well done. As Joe struggled and cried, the lady stared at him and whispered. “Hungry.” Joe’s eyes widened in dread. What was she going to do next? As though reading his mind, the distorted looking lady climbed on top on his member and slid his still hard member into her.
Sex feels great due to a combination of senses sending pleasurable signals to our brain. Heat, moist, skin texture, firmness and smoothness of the body all play a part in sex.
Joe felt none of those.
As the lady started moaning, Joe screamed in anguish. He wasn’t just feeling the cold, dry feeling he felt when the lady gave him oral, he was treated to something far worse. It was as though the lady had sharp blisters all over the insides of her vagina. It hurt, and Joe couldn’t stop it. The lady showed more arousal with Joe’s suffering, taking his member deep the full eight inches. Joe felt suffocated through his hips, but that suffocation was always overwhelmed by the grind of the lady’s insides.
Tears streaming down his face, Joe begged her to stop. His begging only spurred her on. Faster and faster she rode. Amidst her riding him, Joe had unwillingly ejaculated twice. But each ejaculation felt like sharp knives prodding the insides of his penis. Joe couldn’t scream anymore, he was in so much pain his voice left time. He couldn’t even pass out either. Different types of pain replaced each pain immediately, and Joe had no end of it. For what seemed like hours, the lady finally came, her body shuddering and muscles spasming. Heaving her head back, she cried out in pleasure, before suddenly vomiting cold blood all over Joe’s hips.
“So good, so good…” The lady whimpered in pleasure. She climbed off a still rigid penis, bleeding, covered in blisters, looking wrenched and swelling in obvious pain. Joe’s mind was numb. Looking down at his hips, he noticed he had shit and pissed his mattress. “Help…” he whispered helplessly drenched in cold sweat. The lady stood and stared at Joe, as though embracing the sight and feeling she just experienced. Her face still emotionless yet smiling, she said.
“I hope you don’t mind, I invited some friends.” As she spoke, two figures stood up in the shadows, both with long hair to their hips, and slender skinny shadows silhouetting against the wall. Coming into view, their faces bore the same look as she did. Hollowed dark slits in place of their eyes accompanied by wide Cheshire Cat smiles.
One of them, together with the lady, knelt next to Joe’s bed and stared lifelessly at Joe, still with their Cheshire Cat smiles. The other climbed on to Joe and moved towards his hips. Joe had no more strength in him, his sanity leaving him from all the pain he was still feeling. The last thing his sane mind heard was: “I’m hungry.”
