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Miko's Dream (f/f; m/f; light d/s)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Miko Tanaka had been born to a relatively well-to-do family in
Kyoto, Japan. She was beautiful, intelligent and very shy. But
there was something boiling within Miko that wanted to get out.
"Hello," the tall redheaded American woman said, smiling at
Miko. Miko noticed the woman was giving her a look that most men
gave her. Miko nodded, and turned toward the table where her lunch
awaited her. She had been studying all morning, and was upset
because her father had put his foot down and told her there simply
was not enough money to continue to send her to the university.
Miko wanted to work as an accountant. Her father pointed out that
no self-respecting person or company would hire a woman to do a
man's work. It had taken all of Miko's strength to convince her
mother that this is what she wanted, and her mother, with whom Miko
was very close, convinced Mr. Tanaka to let his daughter go to
school. "There's always enough money for the education of sons."
Miko thought, her eyes beginning to burn, threatening tears. Miko
noted with a start that the redheaded woman was watching her. She
had never seen red hair before. Neither had she ever seen such
green eyes. The woman noticed Miko's tentative glance.
"May I join you?" The woman's voice was low, husky. She was a
full head and a half taller than Miko. Her breasts were large, but
they fit her vary nicely. Her lips had a red hue that was not
lipstick. She had an easy smile, with perfect gleaming teeth. She
wore a scent that Miko remembered from a catalog she had been
leafing through -- a scent called Raspberry Glace, from Victoria's
Secret. Her mother had found the catalog, and Miko had never seen
her so angry. "What, now that your father won't send you to
school, you're thinking of becoming a geisha?" Miko winced at the
memory.
"Are you okay?" The woman looked genuinely concerned. "I -- I'm
so sorry. Please sit," Miko said, not wanting company. But Miko
was the type of person who could never say no to anyone, even if
her life counted on it. She felt an odd sensation when the woman
placed her hand on Miko's. "My name is Caitlin Kinsella. Nice to
meet you, although it looks like you're having a bad day."
I must leave school," Miko said. "I have -- no money to continue."
"Your father is behind it, right?" Caitlin's lips pressed together
in an angry scowl. Miko flinched. Caitlin noticed. "So, I'm
right."
"I must do as he says. He will not allow me to work. He has a man
in mind for me, but the man is just as uninterested as I, I think."
Why was she telling this to this woman? She was shy around her
family, let alone strangers. And this stranger was an American.
An American with very intriguing, beautiful red hair.
"Why don't you go to America, continue school there?" the woman
said. "I need someone to work in my advertising firm. What are
you studying here, or should I say, what WERE you studying before
Daddy threw himself into the Dark Ages?"
"We are not like you," Miko said, feeling she should defend her
father. "It is different here."
"Yes, you're right about that. I hate coming here on business.
They all want to insult me, fuck me or both."
Miko blushed. She had heard that work before, used by American
associates of her father. It meant -- oh, dear.
"I must go," Miko said, still embarrassed. "Me, too," said
Caitlin, rising and falling into step beside Miko.
"So, what was your chosen course of study?"
Miko wished the woman would go; she did not like her way of
insinuating herself into another's business, and she did not like
her crude American language.
"I want to be an accountant," she said. "But my father is right.
No one will hire a woman accountant."
"I will," said Caitlin, smiling. "That is precisely the position
open at my advertising firm. Come to America. I'll give you a
place to live; I have an apartment over my garage. And I'll pay
for your relocation to the U.S. You can repay me for that once you
start work."
Miko stared at the woman. "I couldn't do that. My family
would never allow it! Besides, I am unhappy with what choices my
family has given me, but it is still my family, and I care about
them. I don't want to leave my mother. And," she said,
uncertainly, not wanting to offend, "I don't think we would -- work
together well. And America is so far, and so different."
"Suit yourself," the woman said, frowning. "Stay here, marry some
guy who's going to slam geisha girls every weekend with his
business buddies, and come home expecting his supper, his sake and
his sex. Not to mention the bath drawn for him? Spend your life
miserably taking care of the family finances, and watch your
daughters' dreams get shattered, and your sons do whatever they
fucking want, with Daddy's blessing." By now, they were outside,
nearing the subway. They took the steps down. It was mid-
afternoon. and no one was around. "But, just in case," Caitlin
said, removing her wallet. "Here's my number at the hotel, and
here's enough money to get you there. I'm leaving tomorrow at
noon. If you want to change your mind, call me by about eight
tonight. I should be able to get another ticket up until then."
And with that, she turned and grabbed Miko up in her arms, gently
pulled her black hair back from her face, and kissed her. The kiss
was utterly unexpected, for more than the obvious reasons.
Kissing, except for the more worldly Japanese, was still considered
disgusting and filthy, because of the mouth's unsanitary
environment. Miko was too frightened and shocked to protest or
move. Caitlin was careful to watch out of the corner of her eye
for any travelers. But they were alone. As the subway rumbled
towards them in the distance, Caitlin continued to kiss Miko. Her
breath and tongue were sweet and hot. Miko experienced the most
unusual feelings, much more intense than any she'd had when
flipping through the catalog her mother had taken from her. "Kiss
me back," the woman breathed in her ear. "And do it like you mean
it." Miko had never encountered anyone like this. But she was
frightened, and knew she could not outrun or outfight this woman.
No one would believe her if she screamed, even though this was a
foreigner. It was too . . . outrageous. She therefore kissed
Caitlin quickly on the mouth. "No, little sister," Caitlin said,
"That's not it. If you come with me, tomorrow, you'd better get
ready to learn more quickly. The subway car was coming into view.
"One more thing to think about," Caitlin said. She put Miko down,
stood behind her and nuzzled the back of her neck with her tongue.
As she did so, she reached down into miko's blouse and grabbed her
right nipple. "Well, well," she said, "there's hope for you yet.
Nice and hard." She flicked her fingers around the nipple, ending
with a quick, sharp pinch. Miko's breath came out in a surprised
gasp, and she became aware of the wetness in her panties, a wetness
she had felt only once before, when she had experimented with ben
wa balls. It had been so wonderful that she believed it must be
wrong, and she had thrown them away.
*** *** ***
As Miko tried to sleep that night, the kiss and the hands of
Caitlin kept rushing back to her. The excitement of the
opportunity of America and a job she very much wanted to do was
distant, but still there. Her main interest, however, was finding
a way to see Caitlin again, just to be touched. She remembered
being fondled by one of her father's friends when she was sixteen.
She remembered him forcing her to put her hands down his pants.
She remembered his smile, and his trembling body, and the wetness
which covered her hand, the pleasure on the man's face. He had
then told her to lick the wetness from her hand as he watched,
grinning. She would love to have Caitlin ask her to do that.
**** **** ****
Caitlin hefted the heavy suitcase, handing it to the bellboy.
"And that's it," she said briskly. There was a knock at the door.
Caitlin looked annoyed. "I paid the bill, what's the problem
here?" She opened the door, frowning. There stood Miko, her tear-
stained face beautiful, except for a shiner on her right cheek.
"What happened?" Miko started to weep softly. "Oh, Christ, I
don't have time -- bring those down to my limo, please. I'll be
right there." She grabbed Miko and pulled her inside.
"I know I was supposed to call you last night. But, please,
if there's any way --" "You're kidding me, right? Oh, shit."
Caitlin grabbed the phone. "Yes, yes, it's Caitlin Kinsella.
Charge this to my bill. I need the airport, please. Quick." Miko
was still weeping when Caitlin got off the phone ten minutes later.
"I'm taking a later flight. Six hours from now. Let's go
downstairs. We'll take a ride in the limo and you can tell me what
the deal is."
**** **** ****
Brendan O'Shaunessy stood at his desk, rifling through the
mail. He looked up as Miko and Caitlin passed his office. "Oh,
man, is she hot!" He rushed from his office. "Hey, Ms. Kinsella.
Is this the new accountant?"
"Yes, Brendan. This is Miko Tanaka."
Miko did not look at the man. She was so overwhelmed. She
had been here only two days, and this was her first day at work.
She had just come from the local university, where Caitlin had
showed her the campus and enrolled her in night classes.
"Nice to meet you, Miko," Brendan smiled, reaching to shake her
hand. "Miko's new to the country, Brendan, and a bit nervous and
shy. Be gentle." With that, Caitlin disappeared, calling over her
shoulder, "Brendan will show you your office, and where everything
is, files and such." She closed her door.
"you are not -- from America, are you?" Miko asked
tentatively, as Brendan motioned her to her little office at the
end of the hall.
"No. I'm from Sydney, Australia,' he answered. "i came to America
because I wanted to get the hell away from my screwed-up family."
Miko stiffened. Why did foreigners talk so crudely?
"Here you are," Brendan said. "The coffeepot's down the hall.
There's tea in the kitchenette right across from you; I guess you
might prefer that. There's always lunch brought in, and Ms.
Kinsella will call you on this intercom if she wants you. I'm her
executive assistant. The other, less glorified secretaries are
down the hall, in the reception area. You passed them on your way
in. Next to the kitchenette is Lana's office; she's our writer.
Thomas Rendel is our illustrator. And that's it."
I thought the firm would be larger," said Miko. "It is," said
Brendan. "Much. But Caitlin does a lot of independent
contracting. It's cheaper, because of the new health care mandates
and all."
"Oh, well, I don't know much about that," said Miko, blushing.
"Well, Caitlin fumes about current events a lot. You'll know
everything that's in the news within a few days. You won't have to
listen to any or even pick up a paper." Brendan left the office.
"Miko," Caitlin's voice came from the intercom. "I'm having
a small party tonight. Just me, you, Brendan and one of the girls
in the reception area. After work, go buy yourself a dress.
Something short, plain and body-hugging."
"Body-hugging?" Miko asked, picking up the phone. "Tight, Miko.
Comfortable, but tight."
"Uh, I don't think that will be flattering for me, Ms. kinsella."
"Jesus. Call me Caitlin; we practically live in the same house.
I say it will be flattering, so do it, miko."
**** *** ****
"so. Caitlin," said Brendan, pouring another glass of wine for
himself. "How did you find Miko?"
"Completely by chance. And better yet, I think she's a lesbian.
At the very least, she's bi. But I don't think she has any sexual
experience whatsoever. She's so shy, I bet she's ashamed of her
pussy."
"Well, have you made any moves?" "Of course," Caitlin smiled. "I
kissed her before I even knew her name. I'm sure if I hadn't, she
would never have told off her father and left. The fucking gook
beat her for it."
"Whoa, watch the pejoratives. She could get here any minute."
"so? I'll be damned if I have to watch my mouth in my own house.
Besides, she's so fucking sheltered, she probably never heard the
word."
"Do you think she knows what's happening tonight?"
"not a single, solitary clue has Miko Tanaka." Caitlin smiled.
"But she'll know something's up when she walks in. Even before she
notices that we've dropped formalities of every kind." There was
a soft knock at the door.
Miko walked in, the smell of Rapture, something she picked up
at Victoria's Secret wafting in with her. Her hair was glossy
black, freshly washed and combed back. She wore little makeup,
only enough to even out her coloring. The dress she had chosen,
with the help of a salesperson, was black lace and satin, with a
straight skirt. It was scoop-necked, but covered her small breasts
completely. Her nipples, however, bulged through the sheer
fabric. She stopped short when she saw Brendan and Caitlin. They
were completely nude.
Caitlin laughed as Miko back up, bumping into the door. She
glanced this way and that, looking for all the world like a
cornered animal. She blushed furiously, licking her lips in fear
and confusion. "It's all right, Miko," said Caitlin, coming over
to her and taking her hand. "Come, I must speak with you. Alison
couldn't make it at the last minute; it's just the three of us."
"You don't want me to take off my dress, do you?" Miko asked,
her voice shaking. "Not yet," Brendan said, and Caitlin slapped him
right across the mouth.
"Miko," she said gently, sitting and gathering the frightened
woman onto her lap. "You've enjoyed me kissing you, haven't you?
You are attracted to me, aren't you?"
Miko broke into a sweat. She saw Brendan's penis hardening;
he held it in his hand, stroking it slowly and lightly. She tried
to get up, but Caitlin held her.
"Miko, I'm going to say this once, so listen. I have found another
job as an accountant for you with a friend of mine. She isn't --
disposed to my extracurricular activities. In fact,she's married
and uninterested in anything else. You can go work for her at the
same salary we discussed, with no other strings attached. I will
continue to pay your tuition, and we'll write up a contract for you
to pay me back. Or, you stay at your current job with me, but you
get $1000 extra a month, and you live in my house, not the
apartment. My house, as my companion and sex slave. In that
capacity, you must do as I say, all the time, whenever I want it.
You may refuse only if you are ill or for some other urgent
personal reason. Brendan will be a frequent -- inclusion -- in our
loveplay. Outside the house, you are my employee, but my equal.
Inside here, you are my sex toy, my submissive partner. Think
about it. I want an answer in five minutes. Just to let you know
what i'm talking about, I might ask you to do some of the
following." She put Miko into a chair nearby, looking stunned.
Then, Caitlin walked over to Brendan, slapped his face and said,
"The usual."
Brendan, eyes downcast, said, "Yes, mistress." He got down on
his hands and knees, and Caitlin bent her knees slightly. Brendan,
starting at her ankles, licked and kissed her, slowly and
sensually. Miko turned her head away, but kept looking back,
something within her wanting to watch. And even more shameful,
that part of her wanted to do what Brendan was doing.
"Eat me, you dog, you fucking mongrel," Caitlin said. Brendan
ignored her, and was licking her legs, the back of her knees.
"Well, not listening?" She reached behind her and grabbed a
leather leash, and slapped it, hard, against Brendan's backside.
He grunted, and immediately raised his mouth to meet Caitlin's
crotch. "Much better," she said. Miko watched as Caitlin's face
flushed with pleasure, her mouth forming an O. Caitlin began
massaging her own breasts with one hand. With the other, she
dropped the leash and shoved Brendan's face deeper into her. "Lick
me," she said. "Faster, harder. Yes, that's exactly it." She was
bursting with heat, wanting him inside her. Miko was watching,
barely breathing. She realized, to her horror and delight, that
she wished she could make Caitlin want like that, look like that.
She knew that despite Caitlin's roughness and bossiness, she was
somehow, in some way, dependent on the things she was asking for,
and in a sense, in her own way, she was begging for them. Looking
at it that way, Miko understood. She had to stay with Caitlin; she
could not leave her now. Caitlin needed her.
Caitlin was shocked to feel warm, gentle hands fondling her
breasts from behind. She glanced behind her, and snapped, "How
dare you!" She turned and grabbed miko by the hair, forcing her to
her knees. "You don't take any fucking initiative, you little
whore!" She turned to Brendan. "It seems we have a budding sex
maniac, making her own choices despite my request for her to be my
sex slave. Miko, do you intend to stay employed with me? Do you
intend to live with me, as my sex SERVANT?" Miko was frightened.
"Y-yes," she said. "mistress," she added quickly. "Well, at least
you're a quick learner," she said. "But your transgression must be
punished nonetheless." She turned to Brendan. "Teach her first
lesson."
Brendan grinned. "Absolutely, mistress. And thank you," He
pulled Miko down beside him and unbuttoned the dress and slipped it
off of her. He spread her legs and teased her with his fingers
over her panties. She was moist, seemingly ready for anything.
"She's nice and wet, mistress," he reported. "Oh, yeah, she's
ready for some real fun."
He began tonguing her crotch, without removing her underwear. It
was maddening, this teasing. But Miko knew better than to protest
or to assist or force this "lesson" to a more advanced level. She
lay there, enjoying it for what it was worth, a little tense at the
ideas of what might be coming next.
Caitlin loomed over them, holding something in her hand. "Do
you want him to remove your underwear, and lick you deep inside?"
she asked Miko softly, smiling. "Yes, mistress," Miko faltered.
"Oh, really now?" Caitlin said. "Well, that's too bad! Your
wishes come later, when you've proven your worth. Nobody cares
what you want now. When you have pleasured me, you might, if
you're good, get what you want. But it's my call now."
Caitlin leaned over and pressed the contraption to Miko's breast.
A painful shock coursed through Miko, and she screamed, more from
fear than pain.
"Shut up and take your punishment the way a good sex servant
should," Caitlin snarled. "Brendan, get your dick in her mouth.
Pronto."
"Thank you again, mistress," he smiled. He knelt above Miko and
offered his penis to her. Uncertainly, Miko took it in her mouth.
"Be careful with your teeth," Brendan warned. "I'd hate to see you
punished for harming what Caitlin loves best about me."
Miko did not know what she was doing, but Brendan seemed to
like it. She felt something sticky, something that tasted salty
leak from his penis. She knew that it was not a full ejaculation,
yet she dropped him and attempted to move her head sideways. "Suck
him, Miko," Caitlin said gently, showing her the contraption. "I
want you to be fully nourished before your next task. You
shouldn't perform your duties on an empty stomach." She pulled a
penis-shaped dildo from a drawer. Or an empty vagina," and with
that, she drove the dildo inside Miko and began moving it rapidly
in and out, in and out. Miko gasped with pleasure, and suddenly,
her interest in Brendan's penis was reborn. She began massaging
his testicles with her left hand, and running her tongue along the
shaft in rapid strokes. She ran her right index finger along the
perenium. She felt Brendan's body stiffen, and readied herself for
what she knew would come next -- literally. She opened her mouth
wide and gulped it all down. to Brendan's delight and satisfaction.
Caitlin removed the dildo when Brendan rose and sat back down
on the nearby sofa. Caitlin then took his place. "Why don't you
wash that down with something a little more palatable, honey?" she
said with a smile, positioning herself. "Brendan, bring my sweet
slave a pillow to make her a little more comfortable." Caitlin
took Miko's hand and brought it to her mouth, sucking her fingers.
Miko's heart pounded. Caitlin was pleased with her. "Hop in,
Bren," Caitlin called out, and Brendan immediately got down beside
them. Caitlin dropped to the floor and rolled Miko onto her side.
Brendan slipped his penis into Miko's cunt from behind, and miko
gasped. She hadn't expected that, but she found that she liked it.
It was an inviting warmth, filling her with excitement and the
height of pleasure. She licked hungrily at Caitlin, wanting to do
it forever. Caitlin's noises were so gratifying. Miko knew that
when she had spent Caitlin, she would know the feel of Caitlin's
tongue between her legs, and that she would love it. She attended
to her present task with abandon, knowing she would be repaid by an
enthusiastic mistress later that night. "I think," Caitlin sighed,
"this is going to be a very fruitful working relationship. Miko,
sweetie, you are most definitely hired."
--
I'm not superstitious; I'm afraid if I were, it would bring bad luck.
If you harm no one, do what you will.
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