Proclivities - Pt. 01

"You have a boat too?"

"Yes, but that's not what I mean."

Lightly touching my shoulders, he turned me slightly to the right, directing my view down the river. I was awestruck. A nearly full moon was rising directly above the river, its reflection shimmering on the water.

"I see what you mean. It's beautiful!" I said and once again pushed away dreams of seeing it regularly.

"Not as beautiful as you," he whispered as his lips traced the right side of my neck.

A thrill passed over me, and I tilted my neck in encouragement. Light kisses followed up to my ear, but as I turned to face him, his hands on my shoulders held me in place and then slipped around to encircle my breasts, his arms trapping mine. I could not have resisted. As if I wanted to!

He slowly pulled open my blouse and continued to caress my now exposed breasts, the warmth of his hands in sharp contrast to the night air.

Unconvincingly, I said, "But someone might see..."

"Nonsense," he said softly, "there's no one nearby. It may be risqué, but not risky."

He was right, but still, it made me nervous -- and thrilled.

George briefly ceased his caresses, pulled my blouse out of my skirt and slid it from my shoulders, fluttering down to puddle around my feet, all the while continuing to kiss my neck.

I wouldn't exactly call it panic, but it was certainly unnerving, suddenly topless, out in the open. I really didn't have time to consider it, as George took my hands and placed them under his on my breasts. With his fingers between mine, he encouraged me to fondle them and stroke my nipples.

It's not that I hadn't ever touched my breasts before, but it had always been under the covers in the dark privacy of my room. This was different, scary and yet, exhilarating. Lost in the moment I didn't really notice that his hands had left mine -- until he started to undo my skirt!

Frozen with trepidation, I whimpered, half hoping he would stop.

"Let go," he whispered, "Enjoy the freedom."

With that, my skirt joined my blouse on the patio, and although the lighting was soft and low, in my mind, I was standing in the spotlight. His hands once again instructed mine to resume their activity. Mission accomplished, he slowly raked his fingers down my sides, then up along my thighs stopping at my pussy, with just a light brushing of my pubic hair. My knees nearly buckled and I leaned back into George for support.

"Don't worry," he assured, "I've got you."

"Indeed you do," I replied, knowing it meant more than preventing my fall. "Can we go inside. It's a bit chilly."

"Of course, but are you sure you can walk?"

"I think so."

I must have been a sight, Naked, save my stockings and heels, I stepped out of the clothing piled beneath me.

"Don't forget your clothes," he added, and as I bent over to pick them up with my left side facing him, "Damn, you're a hot one."

I turned my head away to hide my smile. I know this sounds odd; despite how unpredictable my evening had been, fear was no longer present - on the contrary, as he had described earlier, it was as if I'd entered sanctuary, free to explore my desires. George may be coercive, but so far he'd always been...what? Polite? Oddly, kindness came to mind, and trust - I could have gone home at any time and I knew he would not have stopped me, but an undeniable desire now possessed me.

As he unlocked the door, I could not see into the darkened house, only that lots of large double hung windows nearly consumed both floors of the house. Given what I'd just viewed, anything else would have been foolish. He held the door open and I entered, his hand patting my ass as he followed. He paused, switched on some lights and a soft warm glow, emanating from multiple brass sconces, revealed the interior.

I was stunned, as I quickly surveyed a great space running the entire back of the house. On the far right a darkened dining area, and closer, a central kitchen with simple white cabinets, pale grey tile, black stainless double oven and cooktop. Miles of countertop in a charcoal stone of some sort with a breakfast bar and stools. To the immediate left, the flooring switched to a slightly rustic, weathered oak, most of which was covered by an oriental carpet in muted blues and rusty reds, leading to a fireplace, above its mantle a big screen TV -- it was still a guy's place -- flanked by yet more windows. On each side of the room were two very comfortable looking Queen Anne chairs upholstered in striped fabric that complimented the rug. The walls were a soft cream and the window treatments simple valences in the rust of the carpet.

I practically forgot that I was naked, holding what had been my outfit hanging in one hand. OK, I didn't forget, I was just comfortable with the situation, and couldn't help but remark, " Wow, this is fabulous! You've got great taste."

"I know, that's why you're here," he smiled, drinking in my figure.

Self-consciousness reared its ugly head and I reflexively lifted my clothes for coverage.

"None of that," he said softly and gently took hold of my clothes, waiting for me to release them. I did and he promptly laid them on the breakfast bar. "You've got too lovely a body to hide it from me. Better get used to my admiring it."

Was he insinuating something beyond tonight? I tried not to read too much into it, but the compliment gave me hope nonetheless.

Guiding me into the sitting room -- for lack of a better term -- he seated himself in the far Queen Anne chair in front of the windows, leaving me to stand before him. I fidgeted nervously, totally unsure of what to do. I realized I could not cover myself, but then what should I do?

Sensing my dilemma, he said, "Lay down facing me...that's right...now spread your legs...bend your knees...feet on the floor."

Oh god, I felt so vulnerable, but when I looked in his eyes, I saw nothing but passion. Or was it brazen lust? Either way, I'd never felt more desirable. Or desired.

"Show me how you like to be touched."

"Are you serious?" I squeaked.

"Of course I'm serious. You did it just a while ago and don't try to tell me that you've never done it before."

"Just no one was watching," I protested meekly.

"Well then close your eyes."

I did and my hands tentatively squeezed my breasts, but I gradually grew bolder, teasing and pulling my nipples. I pictured him looking at me, but dared not open my eyes, afraid I'd lose my courage and spoil the mood. Time for the big moment...my right hand wandered down to my pussy and found my clit. I couldn't help but moan. My puffy lips had already parted and my finger easily slid between them, beginning the circular motion I favored. My left hand alternated between nipples, pinching and pulling. Losing myself in the pleasure and the exciting novelty of performing in front of him, I could feel an orgasm would soon take me. As if in s dream, I heard my name from somewhere but paid it no heed.

"Linda!"

Louder this time, it brought me to a whimpering abrupt halt.

Upon opening my eyes, George was still seated in the chair, but naked -- when did THAT happen? He had a great body - athletic without over development. But what really struck me was his hard cock -- significantly larger any I'd ever seen. Were my past lovers small or was he "endowed" as they say? Moreover, there was no sign of any pubic hair. Damn it's gorgeous, I thought. And I want it!

My expression must have confused George, as he asked, "Something wrong?"

"God, no."

"So you like what you see?"

"Oh yes! It looks so much better...without any hair." Curiosity got the better of me. "How do you do it?"

"You've heard of Brazilian waxing, haven't you?"

I nodded, Judy had mentioned it often enough. I'd just never considered a guy would partake.

"Maybe tomorrow, I'll take you for one. Would you like that?"

"Sure," I replied absently. Tomorrow? Sounds scary, but, if he's already making plans, don't screw this up!

His next question, snapped me back to reality.

"You ever sucked a cock before?"

"Yes," I replied. Only a couple of times, and never one so big, but he doesn't need to know that. I was sure as hell going to try.

He stood.

"Then get on your knees and show me."

I felt compelled to obey. I glanced at the windows to my left and realized I'd be performing most lewdly to public view. Let'em be jealous, I rationalized. Wrapping the base of his cock in my right hand, I was stunned that more than half still rose above it. Definitely bigger. Seriously bigger.

My lips stretched around the spongy head, as my tongue swirled about it. His turn to moan. My head bobbed on the tip while my hand stroked its length.

"Stop," said George as he pulled my hand away. "It's time you learned to be a naughty cocksucker. Just use your mouth. No hands. You can touch yourself if you want, but not me."

Without comment, I put my lips around his cock and sucked. And what the hell, why not? My right hand reached my pussy and stroked my clit. The wanton act raising my desire, I sucked harder and deeper.

Presently, his hands gently took hold of my head, encouraging me to take more of his wonderful cock. Slowly, but deliberately, he pumped his cock in and out. I was no longer sucking his cock, he was fucking my mouth. Delightfully naughty indeed!

He pressed deeper and deeper still, until the head met my throat. He stopped, but was still pressing. I could hardly breathe and I ceased rubbing myself. Wide eyed, and somewhat panicked, I looked up at him. Grabbing the hair at the top of my head, he pulled me off. I gulped for air.

Still in his grip, he turned my face towards the ceiling as his eyes locked on mine.

"You ready to be really naughty?" he asked, a slight threat to his voice.

"That's why I'm here," I replied cautiously, trying to convince myself and fully cognizant of his implication. You'd have to live under a rock to be unaware of deepthroating. I just never imagined myself doing it. This uncharted territory was kind of scary, but at this point I wouldn't deny him or, at the very least, I'd try.

He brought my lips back to his cock. My mouth opened and he slowly pressed inward, only he didn't stop upon meeting my throat. I gagged, eliciting a muffled cough. However, I wasn't going to give up and go home. Not that it was easy, but I discovered that if I didn't resist, it was easier - nonetheless, it was still challenging. Gradually, he pushed deeper and eventually, amid my gurgling, to my amazement, I'd taken it all.

""Yessss!" he hissed and I glanced upward. Eyes closed, with his head tipped back slightly; there was no mistaking his pleasure. I would have smiled in accomplishment, if I could. He followed with short strokes, his cock head moving in my throat. As tears rolled from my watering eyes, saliva flooded my mouth, drowning me; I was desperate for air and, in a bit of panic, my hands reflexively tried to push his thighs away.

For just a moment, he held my head in place, but soon withdrew from my throat. As I gasped for air, my saliva ran from his cock and dribbled on my breasts. Despite the mess, or maybe because of it, I was deeply aroused, so following a few quick breaths, I removed my hands and took him back in my mouth, willingly accepting his length. Armed with the knowledge of what lay in store, I lasted a bit longer this time.

After more visits to my throat, he withdrew completely and paused. Panting, I could not swallow, so most of the spit escaped my lips and cascaded over my chest. Still grasping my hair in his left hand, he tipped my head back.

"Hold your mouth open and get ready for my cum, but don't swallow until I tell you," he demanded, as he stroked his glistening hard cock.

I accommodated the head just inside my widely parted lips. I'd tasted cum before, but never swallowed any; this was definitely going to be different -- for once, I'd know it was coming and, moreover, anticipated it eagerly -- another first!

However, what I didn't expect was the quantity, as I felt shot after shot land on my tongue with some dribbling from my lower lip, all the while fighting the urge to swallow. Or spit. Not that it tasted horrible -- mostly salty -- but I'd never confuse it slightly musky taste with vanilla ice cream either.

"Oh fuck...yes!" he said in release.

Once he finally finished, he grinned and said, "Such a naughty girl. You really are a sexy hot mess," as he pushed the rivulets on my chin into my mouth with a finger. "Now you may swallow."

It took a few attempts, and, making an awkward face, I finally disposed of the thick, gooey mixture, opening my mouth once again to confirm it was empty. I looked at my chest and had to agree his diagnosis, but unsure if what he'd said was meant as a compliment. He pulled me to my feet and most unexpectedly kissed me. Forcefully. Deeply. I went all wobbly again. Definitely a compliment!

He broke off the kiss and asked, "Would you like to go upstairs?"

I looked into his hopeful eyes and said, "Yes, please!"

George took my hand and led me to a wide hallway opposite the back door. The same oak flooring continued to the front door while my heels echoed in the open space. To my right, rose an L-shaped oak stairway with a landing three steps up where turned left, and following the kitchen wall, led to the hallway upstairs. The man certainly liked oak.

George paused at the bottom and with an exaggerated gesture, said, "Ladies first."

I took the first step, paused and, smirking, turned my head to him. "You just want to enjoy the view."

"Guilty as charged."

I continued upwards with a slightly exaggerated swaying of my hips as I tried to imagine myself before him. Heels leading to stockings, then my ass. I'd never felt sexier in my life!

Once at the top, I spied the open door on the right, leading to his master bedroom. He gently ushered me inside. Once again I was impressed with the décor, but now was not the time for a critique. The only item of interest was the king size brass bed along the wall on the right, arranged to face the windows and the spectacular view of the river. As he guided me towards the bed, he pulled back the covers and pushed me backwards upon it, arranging a pillow beneath my head and knelt to my right beside me.

Gazing at me longingly, he fondled one breast with each hand, initially light fingertip caresses, teasing my nipples.

I sighed heavily with delight.

Soon, his caresses became more aggressive, squeezing my boobs tightly or pulling hard on my erect nipples. Obviously, he'd paid attention to how I'd touched myself earlier. My hips started gyrating slowly, hoping he'd take a hint. Instead, he used both hands to encircle my right breast and squeezed, the skin now taught and making my nipple yearn for attention. As if reading my mind, his lips seized it and sucked. I gasped as my chest rose in encouragement. Gentle biting -- Oh god, yes!

He began squeezing my breast in a slow rhythm while sucking hard on my nipple in unison. It was heavenly as my hips moved more intensely, begging for relief. Ignoring my invitation, his attention shifted to my other breast, administering the same treatment. As delightful as his actions were, I could not help but whimper.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"Please..." I said softly, glancing down, raising my hips.

He smiled wickedly and knelt between my legs, his wonderful cock fully erect again. Leaning forward, he guided it toward my pussy, but to my dismay, he didn't put it in, rather, he teased my tumescent lips with the head. Worse, as my hips lifted to meet him, he withdrew.

"Please!" I implored.

"Something you want?" he asked as he resumed teasing me with his cock.

"I want you in me."

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes."

"Say it!"

I hesitated, but with a look at his cock, I blurted out, "Yes! I want you to fuck me."

"Where do you want me to fuck you?"

"In...in my pussy," I'd never been this graphic in my life. The delay was maddening, but the drama was intoxicating.

"It's not a pussy. It's a cunt. So where do you want me to fuck you?"

"In my cunt."

"You want me to fuck your cunt?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I want you to fuck my cunt."

"Say please."

"Dammit! Yes, please fuck my cunt!" I said, louder now, exasperated. I really couldn't wait any longer.

No sooner had the words left my mouth, than George pushed my thighs up to my chest and rammed his cock fully into me and stopped.

"Ahh!" I screamed. It was so sudden, so deep, so wonderfully filling.

Braced on his fully extended arms placed beside my shoulders, he looked deeply into my eyes and circled his hips, stirring his cock inside me, as I mimicked his actions. He slowly withdrew all but the head and slammed back into me, only to resume the waltz within me.

I couldn't stand the teasing any longer and blurted out, "Please fuck me, please fuck my cunt!"

And so he did. A slow withdrawal and then a hard, rapid thrust, slamming my clit at the bottom of each stroke. Despite the pleasure I felt, this wasn't making love, I was getting fucked. Aggressively. Primitively. As I had so often longed for, overwhelming me.

"Oh, god, yes," I shouted as the intensity of my orgasm shook me to my core.

George didn't relent until my climax had subsided. Only then did he stop. With his hard cock lodged deeply in my cunt, he lay down upon me and kissed me passionately.

I was mistakenly thinking he was finished when he said with a big grin, "You want to fuck some more?"

"Fuck, yes!" The vulgarity was now as easy for me as it was appropriate.

With that, he withdrew and got to his knees.

"Then roll over and get on your hands and knees. You're going to be my bitch!"

His meaning was obvious. Inexperienced as I was, I'd never done it "doggy," but, modesty be damned, I was most anxious to try and did as he instructed.

As before, he again teased my lips with his cock, at least I now knew that this was just the preliminaries and was ready for what came next.

"You want to be my bitch?"

"Yes," I replied, intentionally leaving my reply short.

Much to my surprise, he slapped my ass, stinging and surprisingly erotic.

"You want me to make you my bitch?" he repeated with a slap to my other cheek a little harder this time.

"Oh! Yes, make me your bitch!"

"Say please." Another slap.

"Oh god, yes, please make me your bitch!"

He seized my hips and rammed his cock into my cunt. No teasing this time. He fucked me, firmly pulling my hips back to him on each deep stroke. Damn, he was good and I could feel another orgasm gathering within me. But, he had other ideas. He stopped moving and guiding my hips with his hands, directed me to ride him. I certainly didn't need much encouragement. He removed his hands so that all I felt was his cock filling my cunt and my ass banging against his hips.

"Oh, yeah, bitch," he roared with another slap on my ass. "Fuck yourself with my cock!"

And it struck. Another orgasm washed over me. My arms collapsed, my body shaking as I fell with my shoulders and tits pressed to the bed. George resumed fucking me and announced his pleasure, aggressively grabbing my hips and driving his cock forcefully with one final thrust.

"Take my cum, bitch!"

Overwhelmed by his twitching within me, my legs surrendered and we fell in unison, his panting flesh pressed to mine.

Eventually, as our breathing slowed, his cocked slipped out and George rolled us onto our sides, pulled me close and laid soft kisses on my neck...

Part 1