His meetings were over for the night.  He pushed his glasses up and rubbed his eyes.  His tie loosed around his neck and the collar button undone.  It was another hot sticky August night in another city of many he travelled to.  He sunk into leather seats in the back of the black Lexus and wiped beads of sweat from his forehead with a white linen handkerchief.   He looked out of the tinted side windows at the city lights.  Another nameless road in another nameless city.  He would have to re-check his itinerary to remember where.  The humidity made him restless.  He wasn't ready to retire to his hotel suite just yet so he instructed his driver to just drive around.  
 
The beast was restless.  He had a hunger deep within.  Many nights on the road  the beast just had to stay leashed.   Tonight was not one of those nights.  It was kicking and growling and needed to be sated. 
 
The driver was happy to be making the extra bucks driving around a bored out of town client.  He put on some music and sunk a little lower into the drivers seat.  Just chilling to the beat, he looked for a good exit to take to see some sights of the city beyond the freeway.  He turned off and ended up somewhere in the heart of suburbia.
 
In the back seat, he opened his briefcase and took out a small leather case.  Inside a smaller sharp all purpose camping knife.  He ran his fingers over the blade, smiling, before putting it back into the leather case and into his pocket.
 
As they drove through the residential area of this part of town, a woman on the side of the road caught his eye.  She was sitting on the steps of an apartment building reading a book under the street light.  A cool breeze blowing trailed her long dark hair behind her, contrasting against her milky white flesh. 
 
The beast growled, more restless.  Stomping its presence... Hungry.... Feeding time was near.
 
Something about this female...
 
He locked his eyes on her as the car drove past.  He turned his head, looking, until she was out of view.  He hit the window button and instructed the driver to circle around and pass by again. Slower this time.  The cooling night air was refreshing as it hit his face. 
 
The white female noticed the car passing and looked up.  Had it passed by already?  She saw a dark skin man sitting at the back passenger window. 
 
Something about him...  Something.... She couldn't put her finger on it... His eyes perhaps... The look he gave her as she drove past.  Something captured her interest.
 
She smiled at him.  It was all she could do as he drove past.  The car turned 2 blocks down and went out of view. 
 
It was a hot August night in Savannah Georgia but a nice late night cool breeze had picked up.  It was rather pleasant to sit out on the steps and read.  Summertime insomnia was just part of living in the south.  It was much cooler to live by night.  The world around her was quiet and she had time alone with her thoughts.  The book was dry reading, barely holding her interest and she was hoping sleep would come soon.
 
Her thoughts idly moved from the pages to the face of the man in the car.  His face, the look in his eyes locked into her thoughts.   She tried to shake the image and get back to the pages.  But what was the point.  He was gone and she would never see him again. 
 
As the black Lexus rounded the corner and came to a halt, He slipped the driver a $100 tip to make himself scarce.  He would call when he was ready to be picked back up. 
 
He crossed over the leafy tree lined street and just stood there watching this woman from a safe distance.
 
He watched the breeze caress her hair.  The curve of her full breast.  The line of her arms as she turned the page of her book.  Her slender waist and how her hips splayed into a full round ass.  Something primal drew him to her. 
 
The beast stirred and growled.  The smell of fresh meat was close and rode the breeze filling the air.   He inhaled the warm night air deeply into his lungs and smiled.  He instinctively touched the leather pouch which held the small knife blade.
 
With deliberate strides, his leather shoes making no sound in  the night, he walked directly up to her and just stood there and waited a moment.
 
She let out a quick gasp, startled by the sudden presence of someone so close yet she didn't hear his footsteps approach. 
 
She smiled.  It was him!  The man from the car who drove past earlier.  She felt a little like an excited school girl when the boy she likes comes up to speak to her.  Was her silly grin giving it away?  What was it about him?  She had seen him for all of 10 seconds. 
 
He extended his hand to her to rise. 
 
No words were spoken.  Instantly she responded, placed her hand in his.  Dark skin, soft touch, manicured fingernails.  She noticed the little things.  She rose to her feet.
 
He pulled her to him and kissed her softly yet deliberately.  Gently but deliberately guiding both her wrists to behind her where he held them to the small of her back.  Pulling her to him.  He locked both her wrists into one hand and with his free hand caressed her face as he continued to explore her mouth with his lips and tongue.  Something about him, his touch, his aura, made her feel safe. 
 
She was lost in the feel of his lips on hers.  Oblivious to what he was doing beyond the moment where his lips were on hers.  A tall dark handsome stranger appearing out of nowhere and kissing her so passionately.  It didn't get much better than this.  "Don't think" she thought to herself, "just live in the moment".
 
He controlled her body with his hand grasping her two wrists locked in his.  He spun her around quickly not giving her time to think or anticipate and thrust her roughly up against the hand rail.  His free hand slipped under her teeshirt.  She nuzzled her ass back against his body.  Her nipples were hard.  Large breasts, unrestrained, responded to his touch.  She moaned softly.  He pinched her nipple hard and she bit her lip.  He drew her teeshirt high up over her chest exposing her breasts to the night air.  He kissed her neck and nuzzled at her ear while continually playing with her breasts and pinching at her nipples. 
 
He bit deeply into the side of her neck and she loudly moaned.  He could taste her lifeblood on his lips. 
 
The beast deep within lunged, still restrained, uncontrollably, bidding its own freedom.
 
He controlled her body to turn slightly to the side and he slapped her breasts hard with his free hand.  She moaned again tilting her head back to the sensations.  Under the streetlight he could see the milky flesh starting to turn pink.  A continuous rein of blows over the soft flesh and smacking at her nipples. 
 
She was a little overwhelmed and struggled with him to free her wrists to protect herself.  He held her tightly in her grip.  She moaned and projected a little feigned protest like girls do when you get a little rough with them.  As if to say, "I am a good girl and I don't willingly do that but if you force me I will have no choice". 

 

The silly little girly games these bitches play, he thought to himself. 
 
The beast was ravenous.  Biding its time, it paced back and forth in its cage.
 
He unzipped her shorts at the front and thrust her face first bent over the hand rail.  He removed the knife from its holder and cut her shorts and panties from her hips.  He kicked her ankles apart and ran the knife blade over her sex lips from behind.  His hand and fingers explored how wet she was. 
 
She was in need herself.  Hungry, wet... She could smell her own desire and so could the beast.   She had a war of demons in her head.  Who was this man? What was he making her do? Was she about to be raped... Or worse... How can you rape someone so willing and desirous of this mans attention?  That battle waged on.
 
Her body took on a life of its own... Her hips rocking from side to side, inviting his touch.  Her breasts hung freely and displayed a fire that raged within her.  Her ass in the air, legs splayed open.  Thank god it was 2am in the morning.  What would the neighbours think!   A black man in this neighbourhood taking a white woman for his pleasure out on the street for all to see.  She almost laughed inside thinking if they could all see me now.  
 
He slapped her ass hard, over and over and thrust his fingers deeper inside her sex.  She was roughly pulled upright by her hair and he looked her in the eyes.   Dark almond shaped eyes.  Caring eyes.  A dark sadistic twinkle lurking below the surface.  He yanked her head back and instinctively her mouth dropped open.  She could taste her own desire and heat on his fingers as he ran them over her lips for her to suckle on and clean.  He forced her panties into her mouth and unknotted his tie, looping it across her mouth and behind her head, securing her panties wedged in her mouth.  He just knew this bitch was going to make some noise at some point before she finally accepted.  
 
The beast growled and reared up on its hind legs.  
 
With his free hand he unbuckled his own leather belt and drew it free from his suit pants.  Still holding both of her wrists behind her lower back, he used his hold as leverage to control her body where he wanted it.  As a master musician would control his instrument and play the strings and finger notes to extract the right sound; he held her exactly where and how he wanted her as he lashed the belt over her body with precision and timing to create the music to feed his dark soul.  Over her breasts, slapping at her nipples, spinning her around so he could beat her ass.  Back around again to lash out at her sex and thighs and back around so the belt hit her shoulder blades.  She was thrashing around violently trying to avoid the blows.  She desperately struggled to free her wrists but it was futile.  He was too strong.   He kicked her legs apart and whipped the belt in an upward motion between her legs across her sex.  She screamed into the material gagging her throat.  She bucked like a wild horse trying to throw the rider.
 
The beast drooled and prepared to feast.
 
She was sweating, overwhelmed, crying, tears rolled down her cheeks.  Her body, naked and vunerable.  Her teeshirt bunched up over her breasts offered her no protection.  Her breasts ached and were filled with a firey heat.  Her ass and back criss crossed in angry welts beginning to form on her soft white flesh.  Her cunt beaten and tender but soaking wet with desire.  Her mind not processing or giving her permission.  Her body acting instinctively and responding to this stranger invading and abusing her body.  She was wet and hungry and she had a beast on heat of her own, leashed inside, to contend with.
 
He pushed her back over the hand rail and raised her wrists to force her body in a downward motion.  Her ass soft and round completely open and exposed to the night air.  Absolutely vunerable to him.  This time her legs were wide open of her own accord.  He smiled.  He too noticed the little things.  He paused a moment to admire the lovely marks forming on this brand new white canvas.
 
The beast was finally unleashed and broke free of the cage to feed.  White bitch meat, fresh and ripe for devouring.  It could be some time in between feedings so he intended to feast well.
 
In one fluid movement he thrust his hard black cock deep up inside of her and gripped her hips pulling her hard to him.  She ground her ass back to meet him.  Deep low animalistic groans were muffled by her panties in her mouth.  He no longer needed to hold her in place by her wrists.  The bitch was in her place now.   She reached around and pulled him harder and deeper into herself.  Her ass thrust high into the air, available for his taking.  She gripped him deep up inside her in a vain effort to keep him inside her as long as possible.  She threw her head back wildly in need to be taken, used and devoured.  He released the gag from around her mouth, confident any cry from her mouth would be utter acceptance, desire and surrender. 

 

The beast conquers his prey.  The prey, knowing its place, abjectly surrenders.

He pulled out of her and took a step back.  Watching her.  Bent over the railing.  Legs wide apart.  Sweating, panting, moaning.  Ass high in the air.  Sex reddened and open.  The abuse he inflicted marking her ass and body.  He released the contents of his bladder over her ass and thighs.  The heat of his liquid almost sizzling as it hit the heat of her well used cunt.    
 
She could feel the stinging as his fluid came in contact with the fresh welts.  She turned and dropped to her knees in front of him as the hot yellow liquid splashed across her striped naked breasts.  Her lips parted, and as if drawn by primal instinct she bowed her head to catch the final stream of his offering into her mouth.  The strong pungent salty liquid swirled over her taste buds and down her throat.  A part of him that would remain part of her forever.