Stories from the 'Sub'

Scanning the Craigslist casual encounter section again. She couldn't understand why it's so hard to for a girl to get laid. Well, that's not entirely accurate. It's not that hard to get laid but Cricket wanted something different.

Nick text, "Come over."

"Ugh!", Cricket slammed her phone down.

Nick was a good hard cock that was always ready to 'go'; but they had dated for a year. A year too long, in Cricket's opinion. For some reason Nick had never developed a spine. Even after Cricket trained him to 'dominate' her the way she liked it had never really been authentic. No, Nick wouldn't do tonight.

Nick's uncle on the other hand...

During the last month with Nick, Cricket had met his uncle at a family reunion. He was at least ten year her senior and almost fifteen years older than Nick. A sturdy muscular frame standing just a few inches taller than Cricket herself. At first she hated him. Steve was arrogant and almost rude but then he would soften slightly when no one else was in the room with them and smile at her. There was something in his demeanor that even though she wanted to loath him, she found herself drawn to him, deeply attracted.

Cricket rolled over in her bed and smiled cupping her ample 38DD breast, she sighed and picked up her phone. Steve had programed in his number and told her she would need it someday. Remembering him standing there defiantly in front of her boyfriend as he did it made her back arch slightly and moan involuntarily as she paged through her contact list.

"Hey. You were right, I did need your number after all." Cricket hit send and taking her phone in hand lazily strolled into the bathroom. If he was available she wanted to be ready to leave before she lost her nerve.

Freshly showered and shaved she checked her phone. Steve had sent a message, "Just got in from work. Come over, I'm pouring drinks." Her stomach flipped.

"Be there in a few." Cricket hastily combed through her long dyed-black hair, framed her pale gray eyes with heavy black eyeliner, and attacked her closet. Too slutty, too desperate, not sexy, too baggy, too tight. Cricket assessed the pile of clothes now strewn on her bed and laughed.

"Get a grip!", she chastised herself. "He's your ex-boyfriend's uncle. There's probably some man code that prevents him from even touching you." With a firm nod to herself she grabbed her favorite jeans that cupped her ass just so without pinching in on her stomach to give her curvy figure muffin tops where there should be none anyway, and a simple black tank top that hugged her full breasts and exposed her ample cleavage.

Arriving on Steve's doorstep she knocked tentatively. While she watched his shadow walking down the hallway she noticed the growing excitement soaking through her skimpy black panties. Nervously, she tugged down on her tank top exposing just a touch of the lacy edge of the cups of her bra.

He opened the door. She shifted awkwardly as she felt her nipples harden under his long steady assessing gaze. A slight smirk that danced across his lips suggested that he too had noticed them standing at attention; and, that he approved.

Saying nothing he motioned for her to enter. She stepped into his entryway pausing to let her eyes adjust to the dim lighting. So distracted by the new surroundings, she didn't notice Steve had stepped in closer to her until she felt his hand slide around her waist and suddenly she was pressed against him.

She gasped.

"This is why you wanted to see me, isn't it.", he asked in a dark whispering voice.

Her grey eyes wide with surprise and excitement she could only nod in reply as she watched his cool blue eyes travel down her slightly arched neck at stop at her cleavage. His hand on the small of her back pulled her tighter as his other hand came up to her breasts. Cupping one he bent his head down and kissed it while his thumb flicked at the nipple. A light moan escaped her lips.

His eyes flicked back up to her face and a wicked grin broke his full lips apart.

"You look scared.", he said.

Cricket gasped, and realized she had been holding her breath since Steve grabbed her.

"I, ah...", she stammered, "I...."

Steve cut her off by pressing his lips against her's. His warm mouth pressed firmly against her's she finally softened her body into his, returning his kiss lustily. Cricket's shock had melted away instantly as her body and mind reminded her why she had wanted to be here in the first place.

His cool demeanor and controlled presence made wetness drip from her without him even laying a finger on her; and now with his arms around her pulling her body against his she wasn't able to deny the power he had over her. She kissed him back hungrily and tugged his shirt upwards to pull it over his head.

His firm tan skin pressed back against as she leaned back while he pulled her top over her head and unfastened her bra freeing her creamy pale breast.

Cricket ran her finger tips lightly over his skin tracing the contours of his muscles as she worked her way down to unbutton his pants. Her mouth trailed behind nibbling and tasting his skin on it's way as her hand found the thick warm bulge pressing firmly against the front of his jeans.

On her knees in front of him she looked up at Steve with almost childish submissiveness waiting for permission to unwrap a gift. At his nod of consent she fumbled slightly unfastening his jeans and releasing his cock from his boxers. Seven inches of semi-erect cock lolled out and slid down her face. A huge smile broke across Cricket's face. Her eyes wide and excited she grasped his cock in one hand and cupped his balls with the other. Locking eyes with Steve, she opened her mouth and licked the full length of the shaft slowly swirling her tongue around the tip before plunging the full length of it into her mouth.

Steve moaned approvingly and leaned back against the door to support himself as Cricket slowly licked, sucked, and stroked his member coaxing it to it's fully erect 8.5 inches.

Running her tongue up his taint, over his balls, and down the length of his shaft; Cricket was amazed by the perfection of his cock. No listing off one way or the other, not too straight, not to curved. Perfection. She worshiped it. Pulling the whole length of it into her mouth and down her throat until she gagged slightly she milked the precum from his cock with her tongue until he pulled her to her feet and pushed her against the wall.

"I want more than a quick blow job.", he whispered into her ear with that dark growl on the edge of his voice. She could hear the lust and base desire cutting at the edges of his voice. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him. Her thighs were quivering as he unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them from her hips. He slid the side of his hand down her slit forcing her soaked panties up between the lips of her dripping pussy.

"Please." she whimpered.

"Please, what?", his whisper growled in her ear as he pushed a finger inside her pussy while he nibble on her neck. His other hand grabbed her wrists and locked them behind her.

Cricket felt he knees weaken and tremble as Steve's fingers explored her wetness. There was no hiding her lust now. He had complete control over her.

"Please will you fuck me?!?", she begged.

"Why should I fuck you?", he taunted her.

"I need it. I need you cock inside me."

He played his rock hard cock across her labia, "You need it?"

"Yes.", she moaned. "Yes, please, I need it now."

He spun her around pressing her face against the door that only minutes ago she had been so nervous to knock on. Her wrists still locked in his firm grip he roughly pulled he skimpy panties off her. "You're sure? You really need my cock?", he goaded her.

"Pleeeeeeeeease!", Cricket groaned.

Chuckling lowly, Steve guided his cock between her slick wet lips. The warmth of his cock making her breath catch slightly as she waited to feel it slide inside of her.

With one firm thrust, Steve plunged his long thick manhood inside her. Her muscles tightened around him in a stranglehold he vaguely remembered from when he made a habit of seducing virgins. A thin high squeak escaped her as he reached the full length of his shaft. He smiled broadly pushing her face a little lower against the door forcing her to take his cock even deeper.

"Do you still need it?", he asked teasingly, as he started thrusting more rapidly. A rhythmic stream of squeaks in unison with each thrust forcing the full length of his cock inside her was all the reply he got. Her juices running down his shaft and coating his balls as the slapped her clit with each thrust, her pussy was pulsing on his cock making it obvious she was about to cum. Milking his cock to climax he tried to hold back but she was too tight and everything felt too good.

"I'm cumming!", she screamed.

He released her wrists to pull her hips against him for the final few thrusts, pushing deeper and harder for each one until with a deep grunt, he exploded. His cock pulsing inside her as her orgasm milked the cum from the shaft, he relaxed against her cupping her full firm breast the hung freely in the void between her and the door. His head resting lightly on her back he slowly pulled his softening member out of her sending a shiver of contentment through her body.

Standing up he grabbed her dyed-black locks and pulled her up while spinning her around, pulling her hair slightly he kissed her roughly and released her.

"Try not to drip on the floor.", he said.

Her mouth fell open as she gaped at him.

"The bathroom is over there.", he grinned in that evil way and pulled her into him again for a long slow kiss. "I'll pour you a drink."