Animalistic Tendencies - Chapter 1
Animalistic Tendencies
Chapter 1 - Sexual Predator
I was sitting in a new joint; I'd never been here before, so I figured I would give it a shot, set up a racket if I could. The atmosphere was quaint, a little bit of old-world charm thrown together with the dimly-lit scenery, the busy ambient sounds surrounding the steakhouse floor, and even little faux-marble cylinders covering the light fixtures hung above the tables and booths. It had an air of fancy about it, and the prices screamed 'extravagance' at every turn, even going so far as to not list the dessert prices on the menu. Not like I cared. I had the cash to drop, and I was fucking starving, so I sat down, alone, at my booth in the corner, adjusting my wings to either side of me.
And then I saw her.
She wasn't a knockout, but she had an air about her... an air of cuteness belying the ferocious beast lying in wait underneath. I smiled warmly at her as she handed me my menu, leaning over a little as she did, revealing that tastefully placed peek of cleavage and smiled back at me. She asked me what I wanted to drink, and I thought about it, but in my moment of indecision, I was literally fucking her raw with my eyes. I pulled myself together and ordered a long island iced tea, and stuck my nose into the menu.
As I perused, I recounted all that had gone on in recent times, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that this had been the shittiest December in recent memory. People I loved had moved on, either to other things, or literally to the next world, but as many will tell you, such is life. I looked over the menu and saw they had an 18 oz Queen cut prime rib, and made their own au jus in house, so I figured what the hell. Twenty-five bucks for a decent slab of meat like that would be worth the drop, and the baked potato sounded like a good combo.
She showed back up again right about then, so I told her my order, grinned at her as I handed the menu back, and sat back, sighing. I put my listening ears on, and tuned in to the background conversations. There was a church group having their Christmas party to my right, and almost immediately I had to hold my tongue so I wouldn't scream something about false gods at them. I didn't really care; I just didn't like their religion, since it didn't particularly care much for me either. There were a bunch of couples out on double dates tonight, seemed like a good night to be doing it, and apparently this place catered more towards the retiree and military officer age groups. I couldn't make much of anything out of the conversations, and between my salad and bread, I kept sneaking peeks at Jackie, my waitress, and that cute-as-hell sway her feline hips did as she walked around the floor.
After she picked my empty bowl up and walked off, I leaned back again with a lightly contented rumble in my chest, and my mind wandered. It wandered onto the thought of what I wanted to do to that little lynx who was serving me, and how I wanted to make her serve me even further. I had to catch myself, before I started drooling on the tablecloth, and crawled back inside myself for the moment. I had to think smart, plan ahead, and see it through to the end either way. I wanted her, and come hell or high water, I was going to try and have her. I even had a catcher; I was going to tip big, and leave her a note inside.
A few more minutes passed, and she brought me my steak. I'd paid a lot more for worse cuts of beef, and for the time it lasted, my lust was sated momentarily by the taste of medium-rare, bloody cow flesh. It was good meat, and the potato was pretty good, but even as I started thinking about dessert, I was thinking more about what I was really hungry for. Even as I thought about her, she was looking me in the face again, and looking at me funny. She asked me if I was okay, and I put the beast back in the box, smiled at her and spouted something smooth that satisfied her, apparently. She picked up my plate, and asked me if I wanted to order dessert. I had to hold back a snicker, and a grin, and I told her that I wanted a piece of their Chocolate Silk Pie, which couldn't have been more suggestive if I tried. She smiled cutely, went to get a refill on my drink, and I watched her ass wiggle away.
It was getting harder to keep my mind off of her, and I knew it was only going to get worse. I could feel a stirring in a deep place; that stirring that usually means either trouble or good times are soon to follow. I was personally hoping for the latter, and as Jackie brought me my dessert, I could feel that lingering need begging for a bit of cat-scratch fever. However, I was distracted quite well for a decent period of time when I bit into the pie as such chocolate-induced euphoria was all too rare for me. I savored the texture, the plethora of flavors, the rich, deep sweetness, and the slightly acidic pang of the dark chocolate sprinkles. All the while as I was eating this sweet treat, my subconscious mind decided to make a nuisance of itself by straying further into the realm of the perverse, and I was alerted to this by the fairly substantial hard-on I was hiding in my right pant leg.
As I was finishing my dessert, Jackie came up and asked me if I wanted anything further. I cannot begin to explain how difficult it was not to overplay my hand there, and simply say 'You.' So, I cleared my throat and politely asked for the check, and once more watched her tail end sway away from me. All cheesy jokes aside, I knew I was either going to be hitting that like the fist of an angry god, or fantasizing about it, later tonight. With that in mind, I pulled up a piece of scrap paper, and scribbled on it 'Meet me outside, around the side, as soon as you get this.', and fished a $100 bill out of my wallet. Seventy-five bucks as a tip on a twenty-five dollar check seemed like fair compensation for a few minutes of her time, and lord only knew what those few minutes could lead to.
Jackie brought me my check, but I stopped her from leaving long enough to tell her to go ahead and take the C-bill and the check with her, and she smiled and brought me my change back in only a few minutes time. Now came the moment of truth; I slipped the note into the check's holder, and just left the change in it, stood up, and sauntered slowly outside. I went to the only accessible side of the building, pulled a cigar out of my pocket, with my zippo, and lit it. I hoped she wouldn't keep me waiting, and somewhat surprisingly, she didn't. Less than five minutes after leaving, she came slowly around the corner, with the note, and my $75 tip in one hand, looking incredulous, and a slight bit concerned. I smiled that debonair demon smile at her, which oddly seemed to reassure her, and she asked me what my name was. I told her, and told her that I was glad she asked, as she would likely be moaning and screaming that name before the night was over. Then she smiled at me, sauntered up to me, grabbed me by the neck of my shirt, and pulled me down to her level, staring me in the eye. I smirked at her for a moment, before leaning in those critical few inches, and kissed her. Her mouth wrapped itself around mine, and for an ungodly long time, we stood there making out, even going so far as to have her legs wrapped around my waist holding her up, while I stuck my tongue down her throat. She broke the embrace and slid down me, told me that she was off in 20 minutes, and went off to tell her ride that she had other plans tonight. It was only then, as she walked away, that I saw it...
...a wedding band, on her left ring finger.
"Fuck."
That was about all I could say for the situation. Yeah, sure, she was coming with me, but now I knew I was going to be having an affair... no, worse, I was going to fuck the ever-living god almighty out of a married woman. I smirked though, as I was willing to lay money that her husband hadn't done what I was about to do to her in years.
I waited as patiently as I could for her, the top down on my 95 Camaro, and the radio permeating the air with the melodious sounds of heavy metal. Soon after, we were on the road back to my apartment, just a hop, skip and a jump around the bend. Time seemed to be moving faster and faster, because before I knew it, we were already in the door, and even as I locked it behind me, her legs found my waist again, and her mouth found mine. I held her up against me as she stripped off her top, and then summarily the white underwire beneath it, and then she held on to my wings as I doffed my dress shirt, and the white A-shirt beneath. Her tits pressed up into my chest as I laid her down on the massive couch in my living room, and the soft little peaks of her nipples hardened quite nicely against the smooth plates of my chest scales. My hands did a quick jig on her waistline, working the button and zipper on her work pants loose, and tugging them and her frilly cream-colored panties toward her feet. She moaned into the kiss, seemingly embarrassed, but I knew that she'd get over it quickly.
Before she had a chance to break the kiss to speak, I had moved into automatic drive, and had slid my index finger quickly up into her hot, juicy pussy. She groaned at that, her insides doing their best at first to squeeze down around the intruding digit, but we were soon back at the kissing. She felt soft, very welcoming on the inside, and hot enough to boil my blood it seemed, and without warning, I slid my thicker, longer, middle finger into her as well, and curled them up into her, pressing against her most tender inner point nice and hard. Her moans told me all I needed to know when she broke the kiss, and I smiled broadly, starting to really finger her cunt as hard and as best as I could. She was already leaking like a sieve, as my soaked palm could attest, but the juices just flowed even better when my thumb and its semi-dull claw found her clit, nudging away the hood to rub and stroke the diamond-hard little nub while I brutalized her womanhood with my fingers.
Like so many before her, this horny bitch couldn't even keep the pace I was going at up for more than a few minutes, and came like a typhoon, a fresh gush of her pussy juice soaking my hand. I left one hand on her soft, supple tits while I moved myself southward, and after licking my fingers clean, used my free thumb to hold her open for me. I latched my maw onto her dripping snatch, delving my tongue in deeper than most males' cock could even reach, and curled the pointed tip up into her already abused g-spot, eliciting yet another fresh batch of moans from this lady lynx at my mercy. I went at it for all I was worth, my tongue writhing and thrashing inside of her like an epileptic snake, while its tip massaged her g-spot, and my maw itself suckled hard on the entirety of her pussy. I could feel my upper teeth resting softly just above her clit and its hood, so in a depraved act, I slid my teeth down over her clit slowly, dragging the points of them over her swollen pussy lips as well in the process, which made her squirm over and over again. She whimpered lewdly, half-complaining about her tortured clit and the wonderful, evil things I was doing to her pussy as I ravaged her, but a single twist to her right nipple made her shut back up again. Her cunt gave another few hard spasms around my tongue, and within the same small span, she was coming a second time, half-screaming my name in the process.
This time, however, the orgasm didn't drain her, but it had, in fact, made her even more horny than she was at first, so when I bent her over against the couch, she didn't complain any, but yowled quietly at me with that lustful tone in her voice. A few seconds later, my pants were on the floor, and my hard-on exposed, apparently to her immediate satisfaction. Using my thumbs to spread her slick, flared pussy lips wide, I guided my tip into her and without much semblance of patience, grabbed two handfuls of her luscious ass, and buried my dick all the way inside of her. Just the feeling of being filled so full was enough to push her into a smaller tertiary orgasm, but I couldn't care a lot less at this point, as I was fully intent on pounding this feline bitch until she and I both couldn't walk.