Mia's Journey: An Erotic Thriller (7 page)

“A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.”

Thomas Carlyle

Chapter 18

Mia felt her cheeks expand and instinctively swallowed his essence automatically.

She grabbed his balls, and started milking them softly, squeezing them, wanting more of his cum. How did she know to do that? She certainly had never done that with her husband. Mia stayed on her knees looking upward at Daddy.

His eyes were closed, and she could feel he was completely, totally with her. She could feel his entire being was focused in her mouth. At that moment, he was 100% hers. She had no doubt of it.

She felt a surge of excitement and power as her pussy unexpectedly gushed her warm fluids down her thighs. One of her hands crept between her legs and started rubbing her clit, and immediately, effortlessly, climaxed.

His penis was starting to soften and still she kept it in her mouth. She didn’t want to let go of his cock, or this feeling. The sheer power of this new feeling rocked her world. She was in complete control. Daddy was right…she felt like a Goddess.

Daddy looked down at her with nothing but love in his eyes, stroking the top of her head. He started to pull out and Mia wouldn’t let him go. She grabbed onto his buttocks and pulled him back into her mouth, taking the entire length of his soft cock into her mouth, running circles with her tongue around it.

She wanted the taste of it. She wanted his being. At that moment, she would take his soul if she could suck it through the end of his cock. She looked up at Daddy again and saw that he was back with her. She took it out of her mouth just long enough to say,

“Whose cock is this?”

“Yours, Baby Doll. It belongs to you,” Daddy whispered.

Mia smiled, and went back to her cock.

Mia didn’t want to give up her cock but knew it was time. Daddy helped her to her feet with both hands, looking into her eyes the whole time. His eyes bored into her soul.

“Felt it, didn’t you?”

“Daddy, I…”

“Shushh,” he put a finger on her lips. “I know.” His other hand went between her legs, and felt the slick warmth of her pussy. His hand came away wet. His eyes glassed over again as he brought his hand to his face and licked her juices off his own hand.

This time, Daddy got on his knees and buried his face into her pussy, dragging Mia down onto the floor, with her pussy straddling the top of Daddy’s face. He lifted her off his face as he licked every drop off the inside of her thighs.

Then he started biting her inner thighs.

“Yesssss.”

He was softly nibbling on the tender area where her thigh crease meets her torso. He switched to the other side and licked the area there too, brushing his lips lightly over her clit in an electric jolt. Mia could feel his hot breath, and she gushed some more.

Daddy felt the warm, wet fluid on his face and immediately turned his mouth towards it, taking her sex fully into his mouth. He wanted her juice. He wanted to drink it. He wanted the essence of HER as much as she had wanted his.

Mia was riding his face now. Daddy’s mouth and tongue were deep inside her, and his nose rubbing her clit. Mia had always been self-conscious about the amount of cum she had.

Sometimes when she masturbated, it poured out of her. But never with a lover. What would they think? However, once again, she could feel

Daddy completely with her, and almost connected to her soul through her pussy. And he wanted it! He wanted every drop of it. The same as she wanted every drop of his cum.

Mia felt herself shift to a higher plane inside her own mind. She was 100% herself in the pre-moments before a massive orgasm, but at the same time, she wasn’t. She was drifting in a place of calm, peace, and utter self-acceptance.

“UUhhh, uuhhh, uuhhh,” Mia was reduced to guttural sounds as she pumped up and down on Daddy’s tongue. She could feel her climax building as she pushed her pussy further into his face, humping back and forth quickly….and then the release.

“Aahhhhhhh….”

Her entire being flowed out of her pussy and into Daddy’s mouth. Everything she was, everything she had, her hopes and dreams, guilts and betrayals, successes and disappointments, her pain and emptiness, left her body.

Daddy consumed them like he was starving in the desert of emotion, and it was a fine wine. She was left empty, but full. Like all parts of herself had been taken out, cleansed, and replaced new.

This time it was Mia who pulled her body off Daddy’s face, afraid he couldn’t breathe, and he pulled her back onto his mouth. She looked down and saw that his entire face was coated with her pussy fluid and he was still reaching up with his tongue to get more. He looked up at her and said,

“Whose cum is this?”

“Oh, Daddy…it’s yours. It all belongs to you,” Mia said, meaning it with her whole heart and being.

They both got up and moved to the couch. Mia’s thighs and pussy felt sticky and uncomfortable. She was once again self-conscious about the fact and covered her pussy with her hands. Daddy looked at her, got up and went into the bathroom.

She heard water running, and he returned with a warm washcloth for her and handed it to her.

“I’ll do it for you, if you want. There’s nothing to be self-conscious of. It’s a part of who you are and I love it. I love the taste, the smell, the feel of your cum. And I want it. I want all of it. Every bit of it, from now on,” Daddy said, once they sat down. “I’m not a jealous man, but that is reserved for me now. No one else.”

“What about my husband?”

“What about him?”

“I’m married, Daddy.”

“It’s mine. I’m taking it from him. He doesn’t have a right to it anymore.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.”

Arthur Schopenhauer

Chapter 19

“Daddy, I don’t know what just happened to me, but that was different.”

Mia looked around the house. She didn’t know if it was Daddy’s or not. It had a large, open floor plan and was done in light oak hardwood. They were seated in the living room which could look in one direction, across the dining room to a gourmet kitchen, and in the other, to a 60-inch home theater system.

There were books everywhere. There were also photos on the wall. Mostly of a little boy, from infant to about seven or eight years old, in the gradual photographic progression of time.

There were also some pictures of a pretty Asian woman and many pictures of Asia, or locations within Asia. There were no pictures of Daddy.

“Okay, tell me about it. What happened?”

“I’m not sure I can explain it.”

“Okay, take your time,” said Daddy, patiently, letting her talk.

“It was sort of like I left my body.”

“Was it a good feeling or a bad feeling?”

“It was neither. Well, I mean, you felt good. I’ve never cum like that before. But this feeling wasn’t good or bad. This feeling just felt right. Does that make sense?”

“It does to me. As long as it felt right, what is the problem?”

“It scared me. I don’t know if I want that to happen again.”

“I see. So it felt good, and it felt right to you, but you aren’t sure if you ever want to feel it again?”

“When you put it that way, Daddy, it doesn’t make sense. It just scared me. That’s all. What happened?”

“You mean something happened?” A smile playing across his lips. “Did I have an accident or something? Do I need to change my shorts?”

“You know what I mean. Don’t tease me!”

Daddy laughed. It was solid, honest, laughter. Not at her, but her words pleased him.

“This just happened…”And he kissed Mia on the lips. It was the first time he had truly kissed her. It was long and soft. Filled with want, but also complete acceptance and love.

Mia fell into the kiss, once again swept to a place she didn’t know but felt oddly familiar, and completely like home. It felt like she had been on a long journey, so long she forgot what the destination was. Then Daddy opened the door for her and said, “Welcome home. I’ve been waiting for you.” Daddy broke the kiss, and looked at her.

“Truthfully? I don’t really know any more about it than you do. I just know it exists.”

“What is it?”

“It’s The Truth. That’s all.”

“Did you learn about it in Asia?”

“Yes, and no. Like you, deep down, I always knew it was there, but I didn’t know the way. Asia taught me how fucked up and sexually repressed this country is. And how that sexual repression leads to many problems found in society. As well as how it can manifest itself in the individual. It takes an especially heavy toll on the women.”

“How did you know I knew it was there?”

“I just knew. It takes one to know one, maybe.”

“How did you find your way there if no one showed you?”

“By following my Truth. The same as you.”

“Is my truth sexual?”

“ONE of your truths is sexual, yes.” Daddy said, holding up a finger.

“There’s more than one?”

“Of course, Baby Doll. There is an infinite number of truths. It is a life-long journey. It may continue for many lifetimes. I don’t know. I haven’t found all of mine either. But I have found enough to show you how to start your own search for truth.”

“That sounds like a religion. Are you like a priest?”

Daddy started laughing. “No, I’m not. Nothing of the kind. It’s the opposite of religion.”

“What is the opposite of religion? No religion?”

“No, The Truth.”

“Daddy, why do you want to teach me?”

“Who says I want to teach you anything?”

“You keep on answering my questions with questions!”

“No, I’m not. You aren’t even asking me the questions…you are asking yourself the questions. You are just ‘framing’ them at me.”

Mia was silent, content to drift on the tide of soft warmth of feeling she got from her Daddy. And he was HER Daddy now. She felt completely possessive of him.

She shrugged her way into his arms, like she belonged there, without asking for permission. She knew it was where she belonged. She then took his hand and without conscious thought put it between her legs, so he could play with her wet pussy. She leaned into him and pulled her feet up on the sofa. She wanted to sink into him, to merge her being with his as they had done during sex. She knew now it was possible to become completely one with another person in ways she never thought possible.

“Daddy? I don’t know anything about you.”

“Does it matter?”

“Are you married?”

“Yes, I am.”

“You don’t wear a ring.”

“So?”

“Did this happen with your wife as well?”

“No, it didn’t. She couldn’t accept her own Truth. You could. Some people are trapped. They would rather be slaves to their own illusions and those of others. Some can’t escape the illusions and false walls other people and society build around them. She was one of them. It wasn’t her fault. It takes courage. A lot of it. Most people don’t have it.”

“So where does that leave us? I’m married, you’re married…we have no future.”

“It leaves us with right now, right here, in this moment. That is the only thing life is giving us. Let’s spend it like the gift it is.”

“I want
MORE
than that,” Mia said, with conviction.

“Then take all you want, or you need,” said Daddy, smiling at Mia, loving her.

“A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That’s what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.”

Jim Morrison

Chapter 20

“Come on, let’s go upstairs.”

They walked down the hallway. The floors were the same light colored oak and up the carpeted stairs. At the top of the landing there was a bedroom with the door closed, with brightly-colored crayon pictures on the door. “Lenny’s Room…do not enter,” the sign said, in a child’s scrawl.

Instead, they turned towards the left and walked into a huge bedroom. Mia remembered she and her husband had looked at one when they were buying a house. A “Master Suite” the realtor called it.

It had an entertainment system on one wall, opposite a huge king-size bed. A desk was in another corner with a bay window overlooking the back yard. The desk had a computer monitor and books all over it. There were more pictures of the little boy in here. She could see now he was Amerasian. He was cute. He was going to be a heart-breaker when he grew up.

Still holding Mia’s hand, they walked into the bathroom. It had a shower and large, oval tub with a Jacuzzi in it. Daddy started the water running in the tub.

“Do you like your water hot or warm?” asked Daddy.

“I like it hot, Daddy.”

“Good…so do I.”

“Daddy, I have to go pee.”

“OK, through the door right there.”

Mia finished her business and came back out.

“Here, test the water. See if it is okay for you.”

Daddy stood to the rear and watched Mia in the classic pose of a beautiful woman. Her arms were held over her head tying her hair back, and she tested the water by sticking out one long, slender leg with one toe.

She was in profile, her small ass and perfect breast visible. Daddy blinked, and mentally snapped a picture of her with his mind. He put the picture in a safe mental place where he could look at it later.

“It’s perfect, Daddy,” Mia smiled.

She got into the Jacuzzi, and Daddy followed her. There was plenty of room for them both, so Mia just moved aside as Daddy got into the tub with her.

He put a leg on each side of her and sat down, facing her back. Mia dropped backward against his body and he put his arms around her. They lay together in the warmth. Neither moving or talking, just drifting in the warm water with no expectation of conversation or anything.

Timeless and at complete peace with each other.

Mia thought maybe she had fallen asleep because when she became aware again, the water was getting cold.
That couldn’t be
, she thought,
we just got in the tub a second ago, surely no more than five minutes.

“Daddy, I’m getting cold.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I lost track of time.” Time had stopped for him too, Mia noted. He started the hot water and added the right amount of cold to make it perfect.

“Lean forward, Baby Doll.”

Daddy took the soap and started washing Mia’s back and shoulders. He would drag his fingernails lightly up her back and circling them slowly around her shoulders. He’d rinse her off, soap her up again, then drag his fingernails, delicately scratching her back and shoulders.

He slipped both hands under her arms and cupped each breast, soaping them up, and rubbing her nipples. She knew Daddy liked her nipples. He would touch them and they would stand right up.

His hand went between her legs and he carefully washed her pussy, making sure it was clean.

She felt his fingers exploring her folds softly, cleaning her gently. Mia just had to relax into his arms, spreading her legs, and Daddy cleaned her without a word.

“Stand up, Baby Doll. I’m going to shave you.”

“You don’t have to do that, Daddy.”

“Yes, I do.”

He got his razor, popped the blade out, and put a new one in, while Mia stood.

“Put your foot right here,” Daddy said, patting his knee.

Mia knew Daddy liked her smooth, so there was no need to use shaving cream. He ran his hand up her long smooth leg and smiled at her. He just used hot water and ran the razor expertly up her leg.

His razor was different than the cheap ones Mia used and got her legs even smoother. He was very careful around her thigh as he got close to her pussy. He rinsed her leg off with hot water again.

“OK, now the other one.”

Same drill. Rinse and repeat. Mia stared at the look of total concentration on Daddy’s face. Every movement was calculated and smooth.

“Now, I’m going to shave your pussy, Baby Doll. Put your foot on my shoulder.”

She did as commanded. Her pussy was now directly in Daddy’s face. With any other man, she would have died of embarrassment. With Daddy, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do and she didn’t give it a second thought.

“Mmmmmmm,” he kissed her pussy and licked it. He then inserted one finger into her pussy so that his finger was right in back of her clit on the inside. With his other hand, he held it inside her pink lips so the skin was stretched tight, so he could shave it without cutting her.

His thumb worked her clit on the outside, while his other finger worked her clit on the inside.

He finished one side of her pussy and ran his tongue over it, making sure he didn’t miss any places. He then switched to the other side.

Another orgasm was steadily building in Mia. He must have felt it because he glanced up at her.

“I’m going to cum, Daddy.”

“Then you know what to do.”

She switched her leg and brought Daddy’s face close to her pussy. His finger was still massaging her clit inside her pussy and now he started licking her clit on the outside.

She felt the shudder start deep within her, radiating outward in waves. One moment before she released, she cocked her hips so Daddy could get a better angle.

“Drink me, Daddy.”

And Daddy drank the nectar he now considered his. After the shudders stopped, Mia’s eyes became heavy.

“I’m sleepy now, Daddy. Take me to bed.” All pretense gone, the little girl she truly was, but could never be, laid bare and vulnerable. Her total trust in her Daddy complete.

Daddy picked her up, and carried her to bed. He laid her on the clean sheets and she snuggled into the cool comforter, purring.

And dreamed…