A Dream of Miki

In the sliding doors of dreams, I ducked down corridor after corridor knowing I was looking for something important. My kimono brushed softly against my leg. I turned down impossible hallways and walked past incredible scenes. Tea ceremonies. Sword duels. Everything in my brain labeled "Japan".

That was when I arrived at the table where Miki and her father (who was Mister Miyagi) were sitting. Miki was heavily made up and remained perfectly still.

<The marriage cenemy has been completed, Elder> I said in gobblygook that my brain told was Japanese.

<Indeed it has.> Miki's "Father" agreed. <It is time for Miki to engage in her Wifely duties.>

<Woo! Wifely Duties!> I shouted.

Without saying a word, as normal, Miki crawled across the low table on her hands and knees. Then she arrived at my end of the table and tenderly pulled my big fat cock out. Her mouth when wide and into a circle as she descended down on my cock.

<I hope that my daughter is to your liking, Westerner.> Her father said without a hint of surprise or disgust at watching his daughter go down on me.

Miki gagged and slurped loudly as she went down on me. Her head bobbed up and down with incredible skill. It was like she'd spent her entire life preparing for this day. She was all mine now.

<She...Is...Most....Pleasing...> I grunted. I could feel her head moving faster and faster now. Her tongue was running against the underside of my cock....

Which, of course, is right about when I wake up.

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