The Secret Journey (6 page)

Slide your eyes up higher, up to my hips, to
my belt and, oh yes, to that oh-so prominent bulge behind the
Levi’s patented button fly. Feel your mouth water, feel your eyes
get big as you take it in. If we were in public you’d just steal a
glance, and you know you’re good enough to not get caught. So we
aren’t in public honey, and this is about learning so take it in,
every swelling curve of it.

Oh yeah, you long to touch now, you can feel
it in your fingers, that twitchy desire, to touch, to feel, to
explore right there. I have your focus now, honey. You want to feel
it stiffen and swell beneath your fingers, to know that it’s you
I'm responding to, to know what you’re arousing, what you’re
unleashing when you indulge yourself in my cock like that. Feel
your desire in the way your body leans forward all by itself. You
have to tell yourself to keep straight, to hold back, because you
want to show me you can do that, that you can play this game, do
what’s expected, do what you’re told, be a good girl. It’s easy to
do what you’re told when it’s what you want to do, that’s all you
had to do in part two, but it’s a little harder when what you’re
told and what you want are different things. Oh yeah, you want so
bad, so very much, to just reach out and touch.

But honey, I have faith in you. I know you’ll
do it, be so good for me. So just look, and if your nostrils flare
as you try to catch the scent of masculine musk, well, you can get
away with that, I didn’t tell you not to, did I? Smile the secret
smile you smile when you get what you want by the back door. Smile
that smile and inhale that scent that makes you so giddy, and so
thoroughly wet. Imagine nuzzling it, imagine the feel of
rough/smooth denim against your cheek and the taste of the cloth,
and the slightest hint of what lies beneath.

Feel your mouth water with desire, and
swallow hard to keep control, and move your eyes up because you’re
still learning. Check the belt honey, basic buckle and hefty
leather, basic black like the boots, wide enough to fill the loops.
Are you getting the picture here? The theme is basic. I’m a very
basic person. I’m not into flash, not into show. I’m into
substance, I’m into real, which is why I’m in to you. Basic
instinct, yours and mine, male and female, that’s the way it’s
meant to be.

I know you, remember that? That was the
lesson of part two. I know who you are, what you need, and this is
it, exactly. Keep focused on the belt, honey, and think about why I
choose to wear it. Imagine what it might be for. Imagine how it’s
going to feel against your cheek, and against your cheeks. See the
shirt tucked in around it, heavy, pressed cotton, collared,
buttoned, loose but fitted, as basic as everything else. Follow the
buttons up over the belt, lean waist to wide shoulders to find my
eyes again, still locked on yours, they haven’t left since you
looked down. Short dark hair and dark, dark eyes, back where you
started, burning into yours, steady, hypnotic. Hold my gaze till
you look down, slide your gaze back down to my belt, to my swelling
crotch, that’s where you should be looking, that’s where your eyes
belong.

Do you feel powerful here? Do you feel
powerful naked while I’m clothed, kneeling while I stand, eye to
eye with my thickening cock, wanting it and denied it. Do you feel
powerful waiting to be told what to do, waiting for me to say yes
or no? Or do you feel caught, helpless, heart beating wildly,
desperate for release with nowhere to go, and nothing to do but
wait.

Well, you should feel powerful honey, which
doesn’t mean your aren't helpless, captive and captivating at the
very same time. Yes your heart is racing, and yes your knees are
weak. Powerful doesn’t mean you aren’t frantic to get contact with
my cock, doesn’t mean you have anywhere else you can go and most
certainly doesn’t mean I’m not going to get exactly what I want
from you, exactly the way I want it, how I want it, when I want it.
But yes honey, you have power even though you're here to do only
what I want. You have power, kneeling naked, because you are in
this position more beautiful, more desirable, more fundamentally
female than you have ever been before, freed of every last
inhibition, the single, focused object of my unslaked desire.

Because while you wait for me to say yes or
no, what do you think the chances are that I’ll say anything but
yes? What do you think the chances are that this little encounter
is going to end any other way than exactly how you’re imagining it
right now, with your lips wrapped around the base of my rigid,
thrusting cock, with my hands tangled in your hair, pulling you
onto it, fucking your mouth like it was your cunt. What do you
think the chances are that this will end any other way than with my
sperm squirting over your face, your lips, your tongue and right
down your eager, hungry throat?

And isn’t that exactly what you want, what
you crave, what you need? Do you imagine I have any choice but to
take you? Any option but to make you mine in exactly the way you
need to be mine? You have power here because of who you are and
what you are, the quintessential woman. All that counts right now
is your mouth and my cock, and you can felt the heat coming off it
even through my jeans. Move your cheek closer, feel that warmth and
look up, meet my eyes again, plead with them, beg with them, make
me know there’s nothing more you want in the world than to put your
lips on my cock. See my hand reach out to your hair, feel it tangle
tight, feel it pull you closer, firmly, slowly. Feel the touch of
the denim, just the way you imagined it, rough and smooth, with
that throbbing, solid presence swelling just beneath. Feel your
heart beat faster now, feel your breathing quicken, your nipples
stiffen, your clit get hard as your cunt gets wet.

Rub your cheek against it, feel that heat.
Lick it honey, lick the cloth, suck against it like you could suck
that throbbing shaft right through the fabric. Feel it stiffen more
as I pull you tighter. Get your face in my crotch, inhale that
scent. Make me promises with kisses, feel your power as you hear me
growl.

That’s the way bitch.
Bitch!
Do you
like it when I call you that? Do you find that degrading? And if
you do, does degradation juice your cunt? Ever see a bitch in heat,
honey? Ever see a real bitch, down on all fours, ever see the way
she gets her haunches up, flips her tail aside so the alpha wolf
can fuck her till he’s done? Bitches in heat have no shame, no
inhibitions. Bitches in heat exist to get fucked. That’s just like
you right now honey, so maybe you like to be called bitch and maybe
you don’t but it’s an accurate analogy so that’s what you’re going
to be until we’re done.

Suck it bitch.
Suck it hard, and by
now the wet spot on the front of my jeans is getting big, and it’s
time to get my cock out, get on with the job. Feel fingers tighten
in your hair while the other hand undoes my belt buckle. Hear the
jangle as it comes undone. Pop, pop, pop as the buttons come open,
easy access, imagine that. Underwear out of the way and there it
is, honey, there it is, bitch, right in your face.

Long and thick and hard, your holy grail,
your heart’s desire and you know better than to waste time getting
it in your mouth. Hefty is the word, a cock big enough you know
you’re going to feel it take you, feel it deep, feel it hard. Rub
your cheek against it, kiss it, get to know it, you’re going to be
getting very familiar with it. Feel the texture, silk-soft over
solid steel, kiss it, lick it, taste it. Yeah taste it, there’s
that musk you scented before, so rich, so strong. Flick your tongue
over the tip, over the slit, then slide your lips down, slowly,
slowly, make it good.

You’re wrapped around it now and your first
inhale is so full of man-musk that it nearly makes you faint. Do
you like it, bitch? You don’t need to answer, not that you could if
you wanted to now, with your mouth stuffed full of my cock. I can
hear it in the way you moan when you get your lips around it. I can
see what it does to you by the way you latch on, slip your tongue
around the taut-swollen head, by the way you slide forward, take it
in like you were starving for it. And you were starving for it,
weren’t you bitch? You
are
starving and now I’m feeding you,
and you’d say, “Thank-you, sir,” if you could but you can’t say
anything with my shaft in the back of your throat, so just show
your appreciation with your tongue bitch. Make it feel good for me,
because that’s what you want. You want me to feel good, right,
bitch? So good I shoot my load down your hot, eager throat. Feel it
fill your mouth, pushing in, almost too big to take.

Both hands back in your hair now, pulling
your head back and forth, bobbing you up and down on my cock like
some kind of sucking machine.
Take it bitch.
Take it hard
and take it deep. God that feels so good, and you have to
understand how it makes me feel to have you kneeling for my cock
like this. It’s intense, it’s powerful, as powerful as every thrust
that forces your mouth open, hits the back of your throat.

Am I pulling too hard on your hair, bitch? Am
I going too deep, too hard, too fast? It doesn’t really matter,
because all you’re going to get is deeper and harder and faster
from me, bitch. Let’s make the term a little more accurate.
Cocksucking bitch.
How does that work for you? Just think
about the way you look right now with your lips stretched tight and
your cheeks working in and out as you bob your head on my cock like
you needed it for basic survival.

Easy little bitch.
That’s accurate
too. Yeah, you’re so easy for me. You, get wet with a word, go down
with a glance.
Hot little bitch.
And yeah, you’re hot honey,
there’s nothing hotter in the world than you kneeling there sucking
like your life depended on it. Watch me fuck you bitch, watch my
muscles tense and clench, shoulders tight, pulling your mouth hard
onto my cock. It hurts when I pull your hair but you don’t care,
you just need to get more cock fucked into you, forced into you,
you’re all about the big splash that’s about to happen, the one gun
royal salute fired straight into you. You swallow, don’t you bitch?
You do now, let’s put it that way. You’re going to swallow every
drop, except what gets sprayed across your face.

Hear the slither as I pull my belt out
through the loops, long and thick and shiny and black. Does that
give you a rush, bitch? Does that make you suck a little harder, a
little faster, just to show me how eager you are to please? Did you
figure out why I wear it yet? You can see it now in the corner of
your eye, doubled in one hand while the other stays in the back of
your head, setting the pace, urging you on. Feel me stiffen, get
harder, longer, thicker. Sense my balls tightening up. Come on get
me off, bitch, cocksucking bitch. Come on do it,
fucking
do
it. Taste the precum, bitch, leaking from the slit, flick your
tongue over it and moan in desire.
How about it bitch?
You
ready for it, ready for the spurt? Put your hands on my ass bitch,
feel it flexing, thrusting, riding your face. Feel the muscles
clench rigid, feel my cock swell to bursting, it was big enough
before, fucking huge now, swollen and slick with your saliva. Take
it bitch, fucking take it. You can feeling the steady throb, taste
the stream of precum, a steady flow now, rising to the final
flood.

Look up into my eyes, bitch, beg me with
them, beg me for the finish. Hear me grunt, an inarticulate animal
sound as I fuck you faster. You’ve done this to me, reduced me from
words to noise, made me want you, need you, more, more,
more.

Yeah I can feel it now, building up inside,
getting ready to burst. You’re going to get your wish, bitch, going
to get it good and hard. You make me so fucking hot, and with one
hand I’m ripping my shirt open, sweat gleaming on my chest, then
both hands back in your hair to keep you right where I need you,
force you on and off my cock like the dirty cocksucking bitch you
are.

Your jaw is aching now, you’ve held it wide
so long, and your scalp is sore where your hair has been pulled,
and maybe you even want it to stop. Too bad bitch, ride it out,
take it like a good girl because that’s your role here, that’s your
only purpose, this moment, this instant there’s nothing in your
world but my cock. It doesn’t matter that your jaw hurts and your
lips are bruised. This one isn’t about you, it’s all about me and
the only thing I’m going to do is fuck your face till I unload.

Oh my fucking god, you look so good with
those big, big eyes pleading oh-so sweet, and the sweat is beading
on my skin with the effort, salty, musky, and male, all male. See
my face contorted, hear me grunt, see my shiny, sweaty body tense
hard-hard-hard and then I roar and that’s all it takes, spurting,
spraying, jetting sperm, down your throat, in your mouth and
overflowing, and I’m still thrusting in, in, in,
in
! Feel it
drip over your chin, over your tits, feel my cock come free and
spray your nose, your cheeks, your lips, and in again to finish.
Feel it pulsing, throbbing, fuck that’s hot. Feel me stagger, feel
me put my weight on you.

And feel the throb in your cunt now bitch,
well used bitch,
feel your clit rigid and wanting it, feel
your pussy clench just like it was what just got fucked, got
filled, got flooded. Feel your orgasm right there, so easy, one
touch and you’d fucking lose it, scream and writhe.

But guess what bitch, you don’t get that this
time. This time is about me, remember that? This time is about my
cock. Your time was last time honey-bitch, and this is this time
and this time you don’t get to get off, soaked and eager as you
are. This time it’s my orgasm and not yours and all I’m going to do
is fall to the bed because my knees are now too weak to hold me up.
I’m going to flop down and pull you down with me, under the covers
so you can curl up in the crook of my arm. And I am going to put my
arms around you, twine your legs in mine, so that I know exactly
where you are. Yeah, I can feel your sperm-wet face against my
chest, I can see your big, big eyes looking up into mine. And I’m
going to pull you tight, close-tight with too much strength because
my co-ordination is gone. And you are going to squeak and purr and
cuddle tight and it feels so right that you’re still drenched in my
cooling, drying, sticky juice. And I am going to smile and lean
down and kiss you gently, taste the last trace of myself on your
lips. And then I am going to do the man thing, which is close my
eyes and go to sleep, because you’ve done this to me, taken
everything I can give, drained me dry. And now it’s your turn to
watch me, hear my breathing slow down, feel the steady thud of my
heart against your cheek. Yeah, you can watch me, and you can know
you’ve drained me, emptied me, gutted me, know that I have given
you absolutely everything, my body, my spirit, my soul.