The Secret Journey

by Paul Christian

  She knows just what to do, my eager little cocksucker, using her tongue, using her lips, doing everything she can to get me off. She can’t beg with her voice now, but she’s begging me every other way, showing me just how much she needs this, needs to be on her knees like this, blindfolded, controlled, forced to accept my cock wherever I want to put it. She needs to be put in her place, in a way that absolutely no-one in her life has ever done. She needs it, and I need her to need it.

  I pull her off, pull out, once more letting just the head graze her lips, and she begins begging again, immediately, instinctively.

  “Please sir, come in my mouth.” She licks the head, teasingly, almost playfully. “Please sir, come on my face.” Her voice is insinuating, pleading.

  I put my free hand on my cock, still holding her head right where I want it to be. Her words are quieter now, as if she’s praying directly to the cock that’s dominating her.

  “Use me, please use me, humiliate me, anything you want, just please, please come on me, I need it so bad.”

  I pump my rigid shaft, feeling the tightness build up in my balls as she begs for it, as her lips and her words coax me to her own degradation, as my muscles stiffen and my cock swells harder, harder, harder still until finally I can’t help it and I give her exactly what she wants. I grunt, forcing my cock forward, and torrent sticky strands of sperm to coat her cheeks, her chin, her lips, her tongue. The world goes dark and my knees buckle with the force of my orgasm, it’s all I can do to stay standing as my hips pump my cock back into her mouth, finishing the last spurts there.

  She swallows, of course she does, and then I’m standing there, breathing hard, looking down at her still parted lips, sperm dripping down her face to fall and mingle with her own juices on the carpet. I breath deep to recover, and then, still holding her ponytail, I guide her down, down, down, until her nose is right in the puddle. She gasps, her face flushed, more humiliated than ever, forced to confront the evidence of her own arousal like this.

  “Lick it,” I tell her, and she does, tentatively at first, her delicate tongue darting out to the scented juices soaked into the carpet. “Go on, show me what a cunt you really are.”

  She gets more enthusiastic, lapping eagerly at the fabric, sucking at it, smearing her face on it. My cock instantly hardens again, just watching her. She’s going to be taking it again, and soon, but there’s a second shaping to be done right now, now that she understands her role with respect to my cock. There’s a chair behind me, and I let go of her ponytail and sit in it, watching her dirty herself. I put my boot down in the puddle, smear the toe into the stickiness and wait for her to find it with her cheek. She hesitates.

  “Go on,” I tell her. “Don’t stop.” A quick motion unbuckles my belt, and I slide it out through the loops, an unmistakable sound. She knows what will happen if she stops, but she doesn’t want to stop, she just needs to know that she has to keep going. She hesitates another moment, and then groans, in arousal, in humiliation, and she continues licking, up and over the juice coated toe, her tongue working the polished leather. She’s learning her place now, learning where she belongs, abased at the feet of a man strong enough to put her there. I still don’t know her name, but I don’t need her name. She’s been reduced to cunt.

  “Faster, cunt.” She shudders at the word and responds to the command automatically, her tongue moving quickly, leaving the leather glistening in its wake. The shaft of my cock is rigid again, thrusting up through the custom-cut fly of my custom tailored suit. It turns me on to degrade her, and maybe there’s something wrong with me but at this point I’m far beyond caring. It’s time to fuck her now, and I grab her ponytail, pull her up, turn her around, bend her over the arm of the chair.

  “Spread it, cunt.” She does it, reaching her hands back, fingers finding her swollen flesh, parting it to show me the hot pink tunnel, wet and waiting. I nudge my cock against her slick-slippery slit, then thrust it in with one solid shove. It’s tight, painfully tight, and she screams in pain and pleasure and climaxes right there as I pump her deep. “Take it, cunt.” I spit the words through clenched teeth. “Fucking take it.” And she does take it, she has no choice, it’s what she is, and all she is. She takes it as my hands dig into her hips, as I force her legs wider, as I pound against her cervix. She takes it as I fuck her, make her beg for more even as I give her everything, over and over and over again. Her ass is so gorgeous, curved, female, presented, and the sight of her pussy stretched obscenely around my cock is sex itself, purified, concentrated, served raw and hot. My shaft glistens with her juices as she grunts and groans and begs for it harder. I tear a climax out of her, once, twice, three times, and watch her tight anus contracting hard each time. It makes me even harder to know that I'll be fucking her there too. She keeps on coming, keepings on taking it for what seems like forever, until her groans are as much from pain as pleasure, until she's sore, until I'm sore, until I'm done and my own orgasm hits and my balls contract and I empty them deep, deep inside her. She comes again when I do, the hardest one yet, her cunt spasming hard, her body shaking, screaming and arching, pushing herself back against me to get it all, get everything I can give her. She takes it too, and in that moment she becomes her cunt, becomes herself, becomes mine.

  A long, long time later, we’re lying together, her back against my chest, my arms around her, my hand cupping her breast, my cock still inside her. “I’m flying to Berlin tomorrow,” I say. “I’ll be back in a week.”

  “Mmmmm.” She sighs and snuggles her backside back into me. “I’ll be waiting.”

  Part Four

  And will you be waiting, when I want you, honey? Are you waiting now? Let me set the scene for you, honey. Where I am right now it’s summer, high summer. Where I am right now it’s night, late night. Right now the stars are out and the air is warm and humid and ripe with expectation. I’m in the countryside and there’s nobody here but you, you on the other side of this page, looking in as I look out. Right now the waves are lapping not far away, and right now you’re on the other side of my door.

  And I know you think I’m speaking in metaphors, but you’re wrong, honey, I mean it very literally. There’s your door and my door and we are exactly that close together. Outside my door is the road, and it’s a completely ordinary road except for one magical property, and that is that it is a real and physical link between you and me. It doesn’t matter where you read this, when you read this, when you go through your door, when you stand on the road, you’re standing on a continuous ribbon of concrete that goes directly from me to you. Right now on my road there’s a lone car coming, and maybe you’re in it. Maybe you’re going to go right past me in the next thirty seconds and neither of us will know. Maybe I'll be driving the next car you. The world is like that, full of small coincidences that you don’t even know about until much later.

  Right here on my desk is my phone, and if only I knew the digits I’d be dialing you right now. Right now. Think about that and listen for the ring. Listen for the ring and feel your heartbeat jump up a few notches as you do. Punch a few numbers and you’ll be talking to me in seconds. We could be touching in under twenty-four hours, that’s the magic of the modern world. We are that close honey, so very, very close.

  Is it real for you yet? Is it real enough? Do you understand what’s happening here? You and I exploring each other, and if I already know you because of what you are, who you are, who you must be to be still turning these pages, you’re starting to learn something about me. You’ve got an image in your mind now, a very clear one. You’re reading and I’m writing and in that process I am constructing thoughts in your mind. I’m building this world that you and I are sharing right now, and I can build it any way I want to. So what you have to ask yourself is - what kind of man builds his world this way? And to ask that question is to answer it.

  Yes, you’re learning a lot about me here, more than my friends know, more than my family knows. Every word you read gives you another k
ey to the darker side of my soul. That’s something special, honey, that’s something I don’t give to many people. Women have come into my life, come into my bed, gotten close enough to know me very well indeed and yet they’ve never known this part. This part is something for me and for you and for nobody else.

  And this part takes focus. Every breath I’m taking right now is going into my keyboard, into these words, into these pages you’re holding right now. We’re touching honey, we’re holding hands. We’re that close and we’re at one of those delicate moments where words don’t quite do the job.

  Run your fingers over these words, honey. Feel their texture, feel the connection coming through, feel it soaking into to your pores. Hear the lapping waves, feel the steamy summer heat right here, right now. It’s the same for me, because I know you’re out there, I know you’re reading this and I can see you right now with your eyes locked on this page and your heart beating faster and your lips parted. Feel your own breathing quicken to match mine. I can’t predict the future honey, but I can promise you one thing, and that is that my words, will change you, have changed you, permanently. Whatever else happens, you are never going to forget what we’re sharing here. And neither am I.

  So I want to know you, honey. I want to touch you, physically, intimately. And the way that’s going to happen is you’re going to touch yourself. You’re going to run a hand up over your breast and touch it the way I would touch it. Do it for me, honey. Do it right now, gently, firmly, amazed all over again at the warm softness of a woman. Does it surprise you that I can be gentle, honey? Does it surprise you that I would touch you with tenderness? Let me run my finger over your nipple, just enough to tease it to attention, let me marvel at your response, at your gasp, at the way your body moves involuntarily.

  Lick your fingers and tease it with your slick finger tips, feel me kiss it when you do, feel the warmth spread through your body, feel my breath on your skin. There’s something so special, so close about kissing your nipple. Offering a breast is such a maternal thing to do, it’s the maternal thing to do, so warm and generous and right. Slide your hand to your other breast, tease that one too. Let me cup your treasures, let me appreciate the feminine wealth of you.

  Lick your lips, touch them, run your fingers over them, feel me kiss you there, gently, gently, barely there. Let me make you want it, let me make you lean forward to be kissed, firmly, sensually. Feel me explore your lips. Yearn for it, feel your pulse pound in your throat. Trace your hand down, over your delicate chin, over your neck, back down to your breasts where your nipples are stiff and pointing, needing the attention back from your lips, slide your hand down further, ribs and belly, so soft and female, and let your nipples ache again with their need. Feel the swell and curve of your waist and hips, feel the round fullness of your delightful ass.

  A woman is a beautiful thing, the beautiful thing, and you are a woman of infinite beauty right now. Run your hand down to your smooth, curvaceous thighs, feel the heat and humidity at your crotch as you go past it, feel your cunt swelling in response to your touch, to my touch.

  Yeah, honey, this is what I want. I want my hands on your responsive body. I want to be looking in your eyes while my fingertips explore you. I want to drink every gasp, every motion. I want the sensation of your skin against my lips, firm and yielding. I want to scent the arousal wafting up from your moistening cunt, and I want the knowledge that your clit is stiff and getting stiffer, swelling in anticipation of the moment that I’m going to slide my hands right up between your thighs and revel in your wetness. That moment is coming, honey, coming soon, but not just yet.

  First I want to kiss you, so turn your head to your shoulder and kiss it the way I would kiss it, gently, teasingly, inhaling your scent again. Feel it, feel my arousal at the wonder that is you. Kiss your arm, little butterfly kisses down to the crook of your elbow, give it little nibbles with your lips. Tongue the sensitive fold there, lick it, taste yourself, salty and fresh, and oh, so female. Do you know what it does to me to taste you like this? Imagine what it’s like when you catch my scent, so fundamentally masculine, so powerfully directed at your most basic instincts, and you’ll understand what your scent does to me.

  And now, now is the time to slide your hand up to your hot, wet pussy, slide your fingers over your eager, pulsing clit and up in between your slippery folds. Feel the thrill, feel my thrill at your arousal. Close your eyes, picture your hands on my cock, feeling it swell, growing hefty under the weight of my desire. Feel the response in my groin as I realize that yes, I have you right here, right now, and yes, I want nothing more than to be inside you, deep, deep inside you, so deep it hurts, so tender it makes you cry.

  So my instinct is to not waste time, to take you hard and fast, take you now, now, now, but I’m going to wait because this time isn’t about fast and furious, this time I want to make you wait, make myself wait. This time I want to give you everything. So this time I’m going to rub my fingers, your fingers up and down your juicy, tight slit until you’re going crazy for it, begging for it. Feel the pressure building up honey? Feel your hips starting to move all by themselves, pushing up, thrusting up to get more friction for your eager pussy. Slide those fingers past your clit and back again, and realize what a rush it is to have a woman like you, like this, getting hot and hotter for me.

  Let me breathe you in honey, let me drink you, let me devour you. And bring your slick wet fingers up to your lips for me, honey, and taste yourself the way I want to taste you. You taste salty, slutty, sweet. You’re sex distilled, bottled debauchery and I want every last drop of you. Do it again honey, scoop up your juices and suck your fingers, rub them on your lips. Do it again, and smear your face with your femaleness so when I kiss you all I can smell is your cunt. Do it again, baste yourself in your own juices, honey. Feel me kissing you, feel me needing you. Do it again, do it again, paint your tits with cunt cream, paint your nipples so when I suck them I can taste your sweet-sexy twat. Fingerpaint with fingerbanging, be my sex slut goddess, my sticky-girl muse.

  Oh yes, honey, you are mine and I am yours, and I can’t keep my hands off you. Give yourself up to it, feel my hands everywhere, feel the instinct that makes you spread your legs for me, spread them wide, you can’t keep them closed. So spread them for me, spread them for you. Splay yourself, display yourself, reach down and separate your labia just because it feels so good to be open and feel me touch you there, so warm, so intimate. Feel me kiss your throat, watch me slide down to kiss your nipples again, tighter, harder than ever now, and sticky-slick too. Hear my breathing quicken as I lick them, as I revel in your feminine bounty.

  Reach out and touch me, be bold, run your hands over my chest, over my abdomen, back down to touch my swelling cock again. Hold it, heft it, feel it and feel your response to it, so alive in your hands, getting bigger, heavier, harder just for you. Feel the need in your belly to have it in you. Hear me breath harder, hear me groan as you stroke it. Yeah I want you. You know I want you, and you want nothing more in this world than for me to want you more than anything. And yes, honey, yes I do want you. You can see it, sense it in the way I slide my hands under your ass and lift you, spread you like ripe fruit to be devoured. Feel the way your swollen vulva separates as your legs go up in the air, as I push them high and wide.

  Reach down and spread yourself for me, pull your cunt open, stretch it wide, wide. Prove to me how open you are, and feel my hot breath on your clit in that endless, agonizing moment before my tongue makes contact. Feel the surge of pleasure as I lick you, stab my tongue at your eager clit. Do you want more of that, honey? Say yes for me, you know the way I like to hear it.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, please sir, please open me.” Let me hear your desire.

  “Yes, please sir, please make me come.”

  And you know I will because you know I love this, love giving you pleasure, as you give yourself to me. I love experiencing you at your most receptive, most feminine. You know I love t
o hear you moan, hear you sigh, so don’t hold back honey, let me know I do it for you. Slide your fingers where I’m sliding my tongue and show me how much you like it. That’s right, honey. Just lie back and let me make it feel so very good. Let me show you how much I want you, and that’s very much indeed, that’s more than anything. Let me taste you, let me see you let go.

  You are right now the centre of my world, you are right now the most sexual thing alive, the most desirable, sensual woman that has ever lived and right now you are all mine. And what makes you that way is not just your hot body and not just the way you wiggle and gasp beneath my touch, it’s more fundamental than that, it’s you, it’s the way you are, it’s because you’re the woman who has read this far, you’re the woman who isn’t afraid of my darker side, it’s because you are the woman smart enough, creative enough, to turn these words into this complete experience. That’s the rush for me, honey, that’s what makes this work for me here in my sultry, steamy summer night. I know you’re there, right there, on the other side of this page, the other end of this phone, the other end of this road, the other side of the door.

  Yeah, you’re real for me, honey, you’re there and yes, you have gotten to the tender side of me, for just this instant you have tamed the beast. And yes, I’m here and my tongue is right on that magical spot, urgent, insistent. Yeah, I’m going to get what I want from you. And you are split, spread, swollen, slippery, so aroused you can’t even think straight. So say it honey. Say “Yes,” for me, say “Please,” say those words, those magic words, over and over and over, say them loud, say them with every stroke.

  “Yes.”

  “Please.”

  Rythmic.

  “Yes.”