EarShatter

There was once a Yuppie who had become one of the bigwigs in the local financial industry. Barely five years after graduating and full of energy, was he blessed with the body of a tall and strong athlete, a square manly face with piercing eyes and all the success in almost everything which he had invested his time in to. What he lacked in experience in his field was always compensated by his physical attributes.  His usual prospects were matured women at the early dusk of their lives, sometimes a widow, oftentimes separated from their husbands. He would always lure them to signing up by using his skills in seducing women and his famously huge penis that –more often than not– everything boils down into a raunchy yet sometimes tender sex, or whatever the madam requested. Cougars may be the better term nowadays and he may be the budding cub, but definitely not the prey. 

And with every success, money easily flowed in.  There was nothing to stop him. The Yuppie had as much appetite in working harder each day as to gorging himself in a feast of sexual pleasure almost each night. Who could blame him? He was a bachelor without any commitments, as free as a proud lion patiently waiting for his next prey. One time, he even had the chance to have four beautiful young women in his pad. They did not know each other but only he knew at least of their names, for they all came up to him expressing their interest to experience his adroitness in bed and his huge dick. He would often use this episode as a joke among his peers. “There were so many limbs protruding in the dark, the Hindus were praying at us!” he often quipped. 

After working hours, he would usually head for cavorting watering holes. He would always have the best seat inside for he had become friends with the owners. But he did not usually stay for long, because within an hour, a waiter would approach him with a drink bought by some lady or ladies from the other table. This was always the sign for him to size up the generous buyers and if all things were okay, he would take them to his bed and harvest their willing and blooming flesh. But for all of these luxuries and pleasure, he still felt something was missing…something he had not achieved. 

It began one night when he was teaching some girl he met in the club one of the hardest phases of female adolescence. She was still tight and her teeth often scraped around his manhood, but she was not difficult for him to conquer. After close to an hour of teaching the art of making love, he became proud of her as she gradually forgot about the searing pain between her thighs and started working her way up and down faster every second to both their satisfaction. After this, she kissed him fervently and uttered, “Thanks, Kuya, now I can teach my boyfriend.”             

And so he found himself one typical evening in one of those places. The booze was overflowing, there were many gorgeous ladies frolicking and at least three of them made the first move. But he did not wish to stay for any longer –try as he might– for the unexplained void inside of him was constantly eating up his mind and soul. Then just as he formally decided to call it a night, he saw her at a distance.    

The very glance at her made him stare and probe at the divine sight for more details. Her hair, black as the innocent night, was waist-long. He couldn’t see her face from where he sat so he stood up and clambered up at another bar stool, his eyes still transfixed on her. And he was not disappointed. Unlike the other women he penetrated before, she had the face of an innocent, wingless angel brought down from the heavens; her skin as white as the clouds from where she must have come from. He felt a familiar warmth between his legs as he gazed down further into her fine breasts that were half concealed and were creating a deep vertical chasm in the middle. He instantly imagined himself lost in that chasm as he sought her hidden treasures with his tongue. Finally, her overall black sleeveless dress fell just above her knees, revealing a pair of slender, ivory legs. And between those legs, he knew he would find the most precious pearl.  For the first time for so long, he felt more than the urge to conquer another woman’s body. And so just as he decided to call it a night, he was enamored of her.            

Situations like this usually wrapped up shortly and favorably for him. He would prowl around the prey while looking at it with all malice and lust his eyes could muster. One stare and the willing victim would give back a smile and a slight but evident blush. He would then intentionally walk towards the lady and would accidentally let his shoulders touch the supple breasts lightly or if it was a crowded bar, his front against her back. But it seemed that he forgot all what experience had taught him. He –one of whom Adam would have been very proud of among his race– suddenly became a little boy thirsty for milk instead of nipples.            

Nevertheless, one thing was clear on his mind: he would have her tonight.       

An old flame of excitement and adventure was rekindled inside of him. Glasses of martinis made it burned bigger and he started strategizing how to get her attention. He knew she saw him staring at her with his usual grin and intense eyes but she seemed to ignore him, just like the rest of the men. He also noticed that she was alone and looked very close to be bored amidst the pounding beat of the music, just contented of sipping her drink from a straw he imagined as his penis as she stroke it along its length. But enough about the visions! The fact that he had been denied made his ego grow bigger like a fiercer warrior after a limb had been cut off. Now he was more determined to have and fuck her…and know her better afterwards, this time around.             

Should he approach and rub himself against her like a crazy animal marking a territory? No, there was a prerequisite to do that and the lady did not eat the bait. There was one way he wished he did not resort into doing though –for he was too proud to do so–  but thought it may just work well to get the end that he wanted. Besides, it cost only a few hundred bucks.           He observed as the waiter approached her with a glass of margarita. Her lovely face proved to be slightly startled but immediately understood the situation. The waiter pointed at the Yuppie’s direction and left while the lady in the black dress with the waist-long hair, angelic face, supple, half exposed white breasts and ivory legs with the most precious white pearl between them turned at his direction only with a blank face, the margarita untouched in front of her.            

There was a brief awkward moment as their eyes met–  him, with a smile across his face and her, with an unresponsive countenance. At last she broke the connection but not to his relieve when he saw her stood up and made her way into the middle of the dancing crowd. Just as she vanished, he got up to his feet as well, much more unwavering than ever to talk to her.              

He followed her past the crowd to the back of the other bar where some women waited in line for their turn to piss. He was directly behind her now, clearing his throat but unsure of what to say when suddenly she turned around, grabbed his softening crotch and french-kissed him. There were kinky laughs and hushed whistles along the aisle but the two did not seem to mind, especially him, as his penis started to grow back what with all the caresses of the angel’s hand. She spoke to him. “I don’t drink margarita. But I can have you”.            

They kissed intensely in front of his condominium door, impatient to arrive at his bed. As he pushed the key inside the hole, his other hand proved futile to cover her huge, supple breasts. His fingers playfully squeezed her nipples though, while she felt his stiffness inside which was already wet with her saliva when they drove home. As they approached the room, he recollected his thoughts about the women he had encountered before. He was sure this was going to be the best. He smiled at the thought that he may have well met his match. His grin turned suddenly into an expression of surprised pleasure and all that he could utter was the most important vowel of the night as she started to put his whole manhood inside her mouth. She did that for a couple of minutes much to his bliss and was only cut short when she stood up, took off her clothes, revealing her beautiful vagina and climbed on the bed and said, “Now eat me”. He dutifully followed her orders and he was actually motivated by the fruity scent. His hands supported her butt as she gyrated her waist around his face. He knew he was doing a good job because of the satisfactory expression on her face and moans but she did not utter a single syllable. In fact, she was not a noisy partner at all. In all his adventures in bed, all of his partners screamed of how good he was, and often requested faster and harder and to put it inside me now please, but this flesh in his face seemed to be, enjoying it, yes, but more in control of what it wanted. There was a sudden jolt of her thighs and his mouth received the first gush of her nectar. She received him inside with much warmth. He was in nirvana and their mouths found each other once again as he pushed himself inside her, harder and faster every minute as he felt his impending explosion. As he neared his climax, he could not control himself anymore and uttered the most dreadful words.            

“The fuck, you love me? What’s that about?”, she said as she pulled herself away from him. His penis still spewed wads of semen on his stomach and he could not believe of what he just said more than her reaction.

“You’re fucked up, I’m going.”

The cunt left. He wiped himself clean and lit a cigarette. His wood was now gone but he realized that an angel left a bigger hole in his soul.