Ambition Of A Ride Her

I could enjoy waking up to my cock in your mouth and my balls in your hands, enjoying the tips of your nails over my skin, the veins pulsing in your mouth.  I wanna see those eyes gazing into mine as you crave me, please me, so ambitiously.

Ambitiously?  You’ll be easy to please, hard from the moment I slide you in my mouth, eager and ready to shove all of your length inside my warmth.

See how ambitious that is?  Yes, I’m eager.  Eager to watch you soak my cock with your spit, pulling back just enough so I don’t come.

You want to mess up my face, don’t you?

Nah.  I want to mess up your voice.


Yes.  I want to find ways that you can suck all this out of me, throat fuck deep into that mouth baby, lick the shaft, smack your lips on my balls; I want to run my fingers through your hair and pull on it while my cock is fully submerged in your mouth, the tip lodged in the back of your throat, holding on to your head as I fuck your mouth, you delightful fuck, making me come repeatedly.

Wow.  You want to spill that load into my mouth that bad?


And I’ll take it.  And once I’ve had enough of sucking you, I’m going to sit this pussy up on you and feel you deep within my walls.  And you’ll be torn because you’ll want to get back into my mouth, but all it makes you do is fuck me harder because you’re so mad at your indecision, that you’ll slam up into me, making my eyes tear and pulling my hair so hard, I’ll cry out.

I’m going to want to fuck you from the front, feel those tits pressed against me.

I know.  Because I’m going to want to feel you press down on me while I run my fingers along your spine, over that curve of your behind, pull you closer into me, deeper.

I want to give you all the sensations; fuck your mouth, play with your clit, suck on your thighs and see where you give up first.  I say you’ll stop sucking, only because the kisses on your thighs would drive you up the wall and you won’t be able to concentrate on my dick.

You’re right.  I won’t.

I’m going to fasten a belt around your throat and make sure you take it all, you delicious fuck.

Jesus.  You can’t do me like this.

I can.  You’re mine to fuck and I will do you as I please.


What do you wanna do?

I think an amusement park would be fun.  That natural high feeling, y’know?  Get excited, exhilarated….feed you some cotton candy.

What else would you feed me?



The wetness from in between my thighs.

Oh yeah?


Well then, I’d rather feed you this dick, fully hard and leaking from the tip.

Like, feed my mouth, or….?

Everywhere.  Your mouth, in between your legs, everywhere….pull out and let the tip slide just over your ass.  But I know you wanna see your climax running down my face…..that’s later though.  After the amusement park…




His fingers strummed my hips. I laid on the spot in his arms, that nook right below his shoulder. His lips grazed my forehead. My hand rested on his stomach, my fingers playing with the drawstring of his sweat pants. I was two glasses of wine in. He, a few beers.

I sensed the change in his breathing, proof of his arousal…

The strumming became stroking. I let my fingers glide over the fabric, gently scratching his erection on my way back up. A smile creeped my lips.

“Pull it out,” he demanded. I teased.

His hands were now rough and possessive on my skin, reaching up to grab a fistful of hair. My head was thrown back. My eyes met his; dark, hazy. That look.

I couldn’t wait. I swept down and took the length of him in my mouth, forcing as much as I could bear. My favourite sound escaped his lips.

There was no time wasted. He stood up and led me to his bedroom, forcing my body to bend over the side of his bed. He pulled my pants down with one hand, while the other wrapped around my waist.

“You ready?” He reached in between my legs. “Oh, you’re ready.”

In an instant I was filled, my whole existence succumbing to this force of his, this awareness of pleasure deep within my walls.


I couldn’t think, couldn’t process, couldn’t wait to feel what I’d been missing.

He moved within me, his strokes getting faster, my body matching his rhythm.

“You want this?” He pulled me up and turned me to face him. I nodded. His lips grazed my chin. I lifted my head, granting him full access. His head dipped and his tongue flicked at the skin on my throat. He knew I wanted it.

I sat down and pulled him down with me.

My hands slid down his back and over his behind, cupping the round flesh in my palms. I adjusted my position and he thrust inside me, groans of pleasure between us. He smiled down at me and I smiled up at him. That moment being the one I look forward to every time, when I know what comes next.

He pushed into me, my legs wrapping immediately around him, his mouth on my breasts and my neck and my hair and my mouth. His tongue moved in unison with his hips, pushing me slightly higher into a different state of mind.

“Who’s my man?” I said in between gasps of pleasure.

“I am. I’m your man. I’m your man and you’re about to feel…” His voice broke off as he pounded deeper, looking into my eyes as I stared intently back into his.

“Come for me,” he whispered. “Come with me.”

It was as if on command. My body responded as my legs stretched out beneath him, the waves threatening to crash inside and over and under and….

….words jumbled together: Fuck. Man. Baby. Jesus. Oh. Kiss. Fuck. Baby. Girl. Yes. Yes. Yes.

I clung to his shoulders, aware of the throbbing going on between us, the fierce madness my insides hadn’t felt in so long. I cried out, the sound stuck in my throat, tears welling in my eyes. He sensed the force that was threatening to weaken me so he pulled me close, covering my mouth with his, one hand around my neck and again commanded, “Let it go. Give it to me.” Once, twice, three times my body convulsed under his weight, relief and satisfaction apparent in my limbs, both of us trying to steady the heavy breathing.

And it ended exactly how it began. I laid on the spot in his arms…his fingers strumming…

…and his lips grazed my forehead.

Grayson – Part 1

It’s a good day today. Esperanza let my hair hang loose. And I’m wearing a dress. We’re meeting Master Damian outside in the terrace for brunch today. I have to address him as Master Damian. Esperanza warned me. He can be mean if I don’t. And I know what happens when he’s mean.

Esperanza makes me feel better. Especially when she bathes me. She spoils me here. I enjoy the way she kisses me when I’m crying and she’s trying to soothe me. I especially enjoy it when she kisses me and Master Damian watches. I know he feels bad most times.

Someone is coming to meet me today. Usually it’s just the three of us but Master said this person is very influential and I should be extra sweet and submissive. So I took some extra medication. Esperanza let me lick it off her stomach. She’s so sexy.

I’m not wearing any panties under this dress. Imagine Master’s surprise when he reaches in between my legs. Esperanza applied special cream too. She said I need to be delicious. I’m so excited.

I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror today. The bruise above my eye is healing nicely. And the marks have almost disappeared from my breasts. My lips are chapped but that’s only because Damian likes to rough me up. Esperanza put some lipgloss on me.

I have to sit still at the table. Esperanza keeps scolding me. She makes me feel like a little girl. But how can I behave when I know we’re expecting a guest? I haven’t talked to anyone besides Esperanza in….weeks, I think. Master doesn’t really talk to me. He just gives me orders.

He just walked in. He’s wearing casual pants and a white tshirt. He’s so sexy. I can’t wait to have him in my mouth.

“Come here,” he directs this statement at me. I stand up and he twirls me around and plants a big, wet kiss on my lips. I try to inch my tongue into his mouth but he pushes me away and tells me to behave. He didn’t feel under my dress and I’m disappointed.

Esperanza gets up and he kisses her lovingly. I think they’re in love. But sometimes he loves me too.

He pushes Esperanza against the table and rips her blouse open to expose her bare breasts. He likes when we’re naked and ready for him. We rarely wear underclothes. Esperanza wraps her legs around his waist as he removes his belt. He always makes me watch, even when I try looking away.

There was one time Damian had his bodyguard hold my head down so he could shove his dick in my mouth after he fucked her. I told him I didn’t want to and I cried and struggled but eventually the drugs they gave me made me feel better; like how I’m feeling now. The drugs make me nice and I forget why I’m angry or sad.

He’s fucking her. She’s watching me. I know she wants to kiss me but I can’t do anything until Master says so. I feel the wetness and I wish I was her. I’ll get my chance soon enough. I just have to wait patiently and stop squirming or else things will go bad…

“Savannah,” he calls and motions for me. Esperanza sits up on the table and grabs my face and kisses me, passionately and deeply. I hear Master Damian’s moans and I know what’s coming up.

“Bend over,” he instructs me, just as I cock my ass up to him. Esperanza is standing beside me, her fingers gently playing with my hair. I know she’s close by just in case things get ugly. We both know how Damian loses control. I feel Damian in between my legs and I ready myself for the mixed pain and pleasure. Esperanza moans. I like when she moans. And I especially like it when Damian moans. Sometimes I wish it were just me and him, especially when he fucks her and makes me watch. But today I get to join in the fun and hopefully he’ll let me come.

He fills me up suddenly without any notice or warning. I love how deep he gets and how filled with his cock I feel. He makes me feel filthy. Today I like it. Most times I remember Michael and get sad.

He pushes into me again, taking me back to the present. Damian reaches around me and places one hand around my neck and fondles my breast with his other hand. I hear Esperanza moan and I can’t help but moan with her. Damian is nearing his satisfaction so he pounds into me deeper, faster. I arch my back to take him fully and prepare for the waves of bliss my body craves.

I feel my insides tighten and clench and I make sure to squeeze my muscles around his dick. I want him to want me the way he wants Esperanza…

Damian is fucking me fully now. He’s in full control and I feel my orgasm building. I want this release desperately. I want to come all over him – if only he’d let me…

Damian stills for a second, spilling into me. I try to move against him, furthering my pleasure but he smacks my behind. Hard. I look back over my shoulder and watch him, his eyes flickering in the sunlight. I hold his gaze and smile, noticing a hint of softness in his eyes; perhaps my thoughts are cloudy because of the drugs. I haven’t known Damian’s gentleness in a very long time.  I don’t know how long.  I’ve lost count of the days.  Or maybe it’s been weeks.  I don’t know.

Damian straightens himself up and Esperanza is at his side immediately. She holds my hand and helps me up and fluffs my hair. She kisses my mouth softly and says in her quiet and slightly accented voice, “I will take care of you later.”

“No need mi corazon,” Damian announces. “I have plans for Savannah later.”

Looks are exchanged between the two and I can’t help the pang of jealousy I feel. I miss what’s mine.

“Sit,” Damian instructs. “Eat.”

I sit at my designated seat in between Damian and Esperanza and reach for my orange juice. The maid comes around with some fresh fruit and croissants.

I sip my juice slowly, not really having much of an appetite lately. My thoughts wander to the first night I met Damian. I don’t regret what we did but….

I have so many questions. And whenever I’ve tried to ask them, things always get ugly.

I dismiss my thoughts so no one notices my change in mood. There’s a shadow by the entrance and I look up to lock eyes with the most amazing green eyes I’ve ever seen. I can’t help but stare.

Damian stands to greet him and the man doesn’t take his eyes away from mine. Damian looks over at me and frowns. I lower my gaze and glance at Esperanza who smiles a knowing smile.

“He’s yours, mamasita. You will enjoy today,” she whispers. I don’t know what she means but I smile at her.

Damian and the man exchange some words and they both walk over to the table. Damian introduces him to me as Grayson.

Grayson is taller than Damian and his skin is creamy, like melted chocolate. His white polo is snug around his arms and chest and he is absolutely breath-taking at this precise moment. His hair is wavy and faded evenly and he’s beautiful. He’s older. I can tell by the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles at me.

I am immediately smitten.

And something tells me Master will be upset…

(This is where it all began.)

So Anxious

The beep coming from my cell phone startled me. I looked at the time. Three o’clock. It could only be one person.

‘I want to run my tongue over your clit and slide it into your wet and juicy pussy. I need to see you,’ read the text message.

A smile slowly spread across my face and shivers ran through my body. I placed my chin in my hands and waited. Another message was about to come through. My Michael intuition told me so.

‘I see you naked in front of me. I want to kiss you.’

His choice of words always made the anticipation that much sweeter, that much sexier.

‘I want to lick that part on your back, the spot that makes it arch.’

I thought about his mouth on my back. I sat up straight in my chair.

I hadn’t seen Michael in a while. The mere thought of him brought excitement to my stomach and lust to my loins.

I didn’t reply. Still I waited.

‘I want your legs wrapped tightly around my thighs and your arms around my shoulders as I thrust deeply into you.’

I closed my eyes and imagined his head buried deep in my neck as I held on to his broad shoulders.

‘My place. One hour. Bring that pussy over.’  I knew it.  I knew he’d want to see me.  There it was.  My invitation.

I remained seated and let my mind wander to all the times we’d been together.  This man had me crazy with thoughts of him.  He evoked feelings I didn’t think I’d ever have again.  My body craved his touch, his soft and gentle fingers, caressing my body.  His eyes, so deep and dark and erotic. His mouth, so inviting, so ready for my kisses, always hungry for more.

Our sex was so raw and passionate. He removed all my inhibitions. He made me want to please him in every way imaginable.

I pushed my chair away from my desk and stood up, trying to shake the thoughts of him out of my mind.  I hated him for making me feel this way.  I blamed him for these feelings. Why did he please me so?  Was it just the sex?  Was I mistaking lust for love?  His sex was blinding me, making me think I had deeper feelings for him than what I really did.

“Who cares?”  I said out loud, as if I was trying to convince myself, “Love or no love, there’s a connection.”

My heart jumped at the thought of seeing him in an hour.  I grabbed my keys and practically ran out the door, forcing myself to slow down so as not to make my co-workers question my nervousness.

I was deep in thought during the drive to meet my lover. I found myself thinking about him more and more lately.

I thought of his arms and moaned out loud.

I thought of the way he watches me, always so intently, with a self-satisfying smirk, knowing the reaction he gets from me.  When he looks at me that way, my body tingles, reminds me of what his love-making will bring.

I thought of his legs, clad in dress pants that fit so snug on his body. I thought of how much I enjoy watching them fall to the floor, exposing his dark, muscled legs.

I thought of his mouth.  My God, that mouth.  His perfect, full lips that invite my sucking and licking.  The way he lets me enjoy his mouth until he loses control and needs to kiss me deeper, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as if discovering it for the first time.

I could see his building up ahead.  My stomach did a little turn.  Anticipation. Excitement.  I was so anxious.

I looked around the parking lot to see if he was waiting.  No sign of his Audi.  I glanced in the rear view and applied a quick coat of gloss.  

I got out of the car and made my way over to the front door.  The concierge security recognized me and buzzed me in.

“Good afternoon Ma’am,” said the guard, almost in a sing-song voice.  I smiled and walked past him, turning around just in time to watch him watch me.  I met his gaze and winked.  He didn’t look away until I turned the corner to the elevators.

I waited impatiently for the elevator doors to open.  I wanted to get to Michael’s suite and surprise him naked, in his own bed.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the doors opened and I walked in, pressing the button for the eleventh floor.

The doors were just about to close when I heard the familiar elevator ‘ding’ from outside.  Someone wanted to get on the elevator too.  Damn it.  That meant another stop.  I couldn’t afford any delays.  I took two steps back to allow room for the next occupant.

My heart dropped to the floor when I realized who was standing there, looking back at me, mouth open, eyes filled with surprise.



I dropped my keys and Michael dropped his briefcase.  We stood there, staring at each other.  I watched as he skimmed my body, igniting the fire within me, making my body want to reach out to his.  I took in his pin-striped dark suit, his white dress shirt and gray tie.  I almost melted imagining what was under that shirt.  He reached out to touch my hair and instinctively, my head turned to feel his hand.  He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled me towards him.  The elevator door closed behind him.

“Mic….” The rest of his name was swallowed by his mouth as his head came down on me hard, pressing my lips to his, his tongue instantly probing and kissing. I moaned under his kiss and I know he felt my weakness.  He held me tighter, not releasing his grip on my hair.

“I’ve missed you,” he groaned in between kisses. “I’ve missed this mouth.”  He stopped long enough to look into my eyes.  “Your eyes, I’ve missed your eyes,” and bent down to kiss each eyelid.

I kissed him again, biting on his lower lip, sucking it and pulling it into my mouth.

He let one hand slide down my back while the other stayed on the back of my head. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being held by my lover.

His hand trailed lower down my back until finally I felt his hand on my ass.  He squeezed. “Mmm, I’ve definitely missed this,” he said.

The feelings were too much to bear.  I grabbed his head and kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth and wrapping it around his own.  I moved back and forth, sucking on his tongue teasingly, to remind him of what else I could do.

Michael moaned out loud and I almost thanked the heavens out loud that I wore a dress to the office today.

I tugged at his belt.  He removed his suit jacket and let it drop carelessly to the floor.  I pulled at his tie, just enough to get to the shirt buttons.  Quickly and swiftly I moved, wanting to take him all in right at this moment.  I undid the buttons and slid my hands into his shirt. Michael couldn’t control his moaning.  I lifted his shirt just enough to expose his nipples and licked him, ever so slowly.

“Baby,” he said, “You’re driving me crazy.  We’re not going to make it upstairs.” Again, that feeling in my chest, that rollercoaster ride feeling, anticipating what was next.

He moved his hands down over my ass, pulling me closer to him. I could feel the bulge in between his legs through my dress.  Now it was my turn to moan. I pulled him harder against me, hoping to feel his hardness against me to relieve some strain.

He pulled at the hem of my dress and slowly raised it above my thighs.  I didn’t stop him.  He lifted his face away from mine, allowing me just the right amount of time to be able to read the hunger in his eyes.  Michael came down on my mouth again, this time hungrier than before.  His hands didn’t stop their caressing on my ass, their squeezing and probing.  Quickly he moved one hand in between my legs and moaned when he realized how wet my panties were.

“Baby, you’re so wet.  You’ve missed me too haven’t you?  You want this dick up inside you?”

I stood there, lips slightly parted, waiting for Michael’s next move.

Michael pushed me into the corner and quickly got on his knees. He lifted my dress high enough to have full access to me.  He grabbed one leg and slipped off my shoe, placing it on his shoulder.  He put his face into my panties and inhaled deeply.

“Savannah,” he whispered. “Look at me.”

I knew what was coming next.  My body was on fire, I could almost feel the wetness running out of me.  I wanted his mouth on me.  I looked down at Michael.

He pulled my panties to the side and dipper his mouth into me, licking and sucking and kissing.  I held on to the elevator banister for support, afraid my knees would buckle from the way he was making me feel.

I grabbed his head with one hand and pulled him in deeper, feeling the vibration of his moan against my clit.  I moaned with him.

Michael continued his sweet mouth love on my me until he knew I was ready.  Just as I felt the waves of pleasure rolling onto me, I pushed him away and pulled him up to his feet.  I was throbbing, I needed to feel his hardness inside.  I frantically pulled his pants down and slid my hands into his boxers, grabbing his ass and pulling him towards me.

I wanted him inside.  My body was aching for him.  I looked deep into his eyes and grabbed his dick in between my hands.  I massaged and caressed and watched as he threw his head back in pleasure.

I lifted my leg and looked in his eyes…

Michael took control.  He positioned himself in between my legs and held onto my hips.  Ever so sweetly, he pushed into me.

We moaned in unison.

“Michael,” I whispered, “I can’t take it. Please.  My body.  Fuck me Michael….please just fuck me.  Let me feel you rip me apart.  I want your dick up inside me, I want you to feel me, please Michael, I don‘t care if it hurts,” I begged.

He looked at me, looking for reassurance in my eyes.  I smiled and then kissed him, deep and hard.

At that moment, Michael plunged into me and I cried out.  He covered my mouth with his hand and I moaned against it. The pleasure that had been building up the last three weeks was almost too much to bear and the pain of his heaviness inside me made my head spin with desire.

Michael didn’t stop.  I moved my hips with his, biting down on his hand in order to control the moans of pleasure that were escaping my throat.

He moved his free hand down to my ass again, this time to help control my movements.  The pressure of him inside me and his hand on my ass were bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

I could feel my wetness dripping over his dick and I wanted so much to get on my knees but I knew Michael wasn’t going to let me get away.

Again, the pulsing began.  Michael looked down at me.  He removed his hand from my mouth, only to replace it with his lips, his tongue deep into my mouth, sucking on my tongue.

“Baby,”  I whimpered in between kisses.

“Yes baby,” he moaned, slightly out of breath. “Baby, promise me you won’t scream.  Please promise me you won’t scream,” he said.

“Oh God Michael, I…” I couldn’t control my sounds.  He drove me crazy.  Why was he asking me this?

“Fuck it,” he muttered.  And then suddenly, right then, he moved his other hand to my ass, pushed up for leverage and wrapped both my legs around him.  I threw my head back and reached my arms around his shoulders and bounced on him, enjoying the full thrusts deep into my body.

I arched my back, trying to get him deeper inside me still. I placed my hands behind me, feeling for the elevator support and let him guide me .

“Oh dear, sweet, sweet lover of mine,” I groaned deep in my throat, trying hard to keep my sound down.  Michael bounced me on his dick, up and down, as fast as he could, my body thrashing wildly against him, my hair in my face.

“Baby girl,” he moaned, the tone low in his voice. “You’re going to make me come,” he said.  I smiled.

“Michael, you’re going to make me…”

And then, just then, our bodies bouncing wildly, sweat on Michael’s face, I felt Michael pulse uncontrollably inside me. He kissed me, moaning into my mouth, his tongue licking at my lips.  He pushed into me one last time and then he came. He moaned into my mouth again, louder and deeper.

I moved my face away from his mouth. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. “Keep moving baby.  Oh my.  Oh Michael.”  I was gasping for breath now, my mouth dry from panting, still bouncing wildly on Michael, feeling his still hard cock inside. I slowed down my pace, slow enough to let him feel my insides pulsing on his dick.

“Look at me,” he said. “Look into my eyes.  Let me feel you baby.  Let me watch you.”

I looked deeply into his eyes, allowing my whole being to reach out to his, still grinding on his dick, wetness flowing into each other, my pussy tight around him, still throbbing.  Finally, I stopped moving.

Michael put my legs down ever so gently, straightened my panties and my dress and then zipped up his pants.  He hugged me tightly to him, letting his hands move  down across my back.  I kissed his ear, his neck, his throat and then his mouth.

Finally, when we came apart, he spoke.

“Going up?”