Runaway Fantasy Pt. 03

Literotic asexstories – Runaway Fantasy Pt. 03 by becca20S,becca20S
Runaway Fantasy * Tuesday * (middle day of the trip)

I hear some rustling coming from the kitchen, but unlike yesterday when I woke up, I’m not confused or surprised by where I am. It sounds like Mike might be cleaning up a little or putting away some dishes, but I can’t see him from the bedroom. You know what’s weird though? The fact that I’m completely naked in this bed!

I roll around a little and feel the sheets slide in between my bare legs, and I can’t help but be amused by the novelty of it all. It’s pretty clear I’ve never slept in the buff before… and I kind of like it! It feels very freeing, like I’m some sort of hippie nudest. Okay, that probably sounds ridiculous, but you know what I mean.

You know what else I’m realizing? That I really, really have to pee! Given that I’m completely naked and all, I kind of don’t want to alert Mike that I’m up, so I quietly slip out from under the covers and tiptoe over to the bathroom. After a very long and satisfying sit on the toilet, I go to wash my hands and am startled by the state of my appearance in the mirror. Oh god I had totally forgotten, but I look terrible!

The smudged mascara, the tangled hair, it’s all still there. I guess at least now I can finally do something about it, though. I take a minute to wash my face, brush my hair, and clean up my eyes. The truth is nothing short of a shower is going to be enough to get me back to looking normal, but I figure for now this’ll have to do. Feeling better after both peeing and fixing myself up, I slip out of the bathroom and back under the covers of my bed, still as nude as the day I was born.

Once again, I relish in the sensation of the sheets and mattress against my bare skin. But as good as this feels, it’s nothing compared to how great last night was! My god, that was amazing. Let’s forget for a second about how bad I was at giving Mike his blowjob, because I just want to focus instead on what he did to me. I can’t believe he actually went down on me! He had so much passion in the way he was doing it too, as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

It also felt like he knew my body better than I did, which probably isn’t surprising considering I’m brand new to all this sex stuff, while he’s a full blown 45-year-old man. And while obviously I had always assumed that having someone lick me down there would feel good, I was not prepared for just how good! It gives me goosebumps just thinking about it.

Mike (poking his head through the bedroom door): “Hey Smiley… glad to see you’re finally awake. What’re you grinning about?”

Me (a tiny bit embarrassed he caught me reminiscing about last night): “I was just thinking about how happy I am to be here with you.”

Mike: “Well right back at you on that one. How’d you sleep? I assume pretty good based on what time it is?”

Me (looking over at the clock): “Oh wow. It’s after 9?”

Mike (chuckling): “Yeah, I’ve been back from my run for awhile now.”

Me: “Oh I’m sorry… I don’t want you thinking I’m some sort of lazy bum.”

Mike comes over and climbs up onto the bed to give me a kiss. In the process, the sheets I was under get pulled down a little, exposing my top half.

Mike (quietly): “I would never think that.”

I take the initiative and give Mike a topless kiss right back. I just love kissing him so much.

Mike (smiling and still sitting on the bed): “Hey, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about, but let me jump in the shower first.”

Me (very intrigued by the fact he wants to talk to me about something): “Oh you don’t have to shower! I actually really like the fact that you’re all sweaty from working out.”

Mike (laughing): “Trust me, you’ll definitely want me to shower. Ha. But I’ll be quick, I promise.”

And with that, Mike starts undressing and heads into the bathroom, but not before I get a quick peek at his bare penis and sexy naked butt. But as great as my brief peep show is, I’m so curious what he needs to talk to me about! Is it about something we’re going to do today? Like a fun activity? Or is it sex related? Like maybe it’s something regarding last night? He sounded mostly up beat, but he did have the slightest tone of seriousness when he said it, so I hope it’s nothing bad.

Anyhoo, true to his word Mike’s shower doesn’t last long and soon enough he comes strolling out of the bathroom, completely naked save for the white bath towel he’s actively drying himself off with. I still haven’t gotten out of bed, and now I’m actually sitting up against the headboard chilling with my boobs out, but the sheets are covering my bottom half at least.

Mike stops, takes a look at me with a mischievous grin, and then drops his towel to the floor. He climbs up and gets under the covers right next to me as I turn towards him and smile. It’s safe to say I’m more than a little excited for us to be naked together in bed again.

Mike (with our faces very close together): “Okay, so I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Me (dying to know what it is): “Go on…”

Mike: “It’s about nicknames.”

Okay… I definitely did not see that coming. What does that mean I wonder?

Mike (clarifying): “Or I guess you could say pet names, like what you and I call each other, besides our real names.”

Me: “Oh, like how you’ve been calling me Sweetheart?”

Mike (lighting up): “Yeah exactly!”

Me: “Yeah I love how you call me that. It’s well… really sweet. No pun intended.”

Mike (laughing): “Great, I’m glad you do. So I will definitely keep doing that. But I wanted to see if you could maybe call me a particular pet name as well?”

Me (feeling relieved as this is a pretty benign request, all things considered): “Yeah, of course… definitely.”

Mike: “Awesome. Now I do have to warn you, it may seem a little weird for me to ask you to call me this, but I promise it’s not the connotation you might think it is.”

Me (now I’m starting to get ever so slightly worried, but I’m still mostly just intrigued): “Okaaaaaay?? What’s the pet name?”

Mike (kind of wincing): “Daddy?”

Me (helpless not to laugh a little): “You want me to call you Daddy?”

Mike (quickly clarifying): “Yeah it’s not like I’m your father, but more just like a sexy nickname, like ‘Hey Daddy’… you know? I admit it sounds weird, but I’ve just always wanted a girl to call me that.”

Me (making an exaggerated thinking-it-over face with my finger on my lips): “Hmmm… okay. I think I can handle that. It’s not that weird. It’s like you’re my Sugar Daddy.”

Mike (excited): “Yeah exactly! Except you don’t have to say the sugar part.”

Okay, in the grand scheme of things, this definitely isn’t too bad. I do admit it’s a little weird, but I can also see where Mike is coming from. I’ve heard that people do use this term as a sexy nickname, so Mike’s clearly not out of the ordinary here. And I think the fact that I only ever call my actual dad ‘Dad’, and would never in a million years refer to him as ‘Daddy’, makes this much more doable.

Speaking of which, I wonder how my dad are mom are doing right now? I hope that if they did initially freak out about my unexpected disappearance, they’ve at least calmed down a little at this point. Although, I can’t even imagine how mortified they would be to hear the conversation Mike and I are having right now about me calling him ‘Daddy’. But that’s something they’ll just never need to know about.

Me (after giving Mike a quick kiss): “If it makes you happy, then I’m happy to do it…”

Mike: “You are so amazing…”

Me (smiling): “Thanks… Daddy.”

And as I jokingly use his pet name for the first time, I see Mike’s facial expression turn from light amusement to one with much more intensity. At first I think I might’ve done something to upset him, but I quickly realize that nope, he’s not mad, but rather just really turned on.

With the most determined eyes I’ve ever seen him have in our short time together, Mike slowly moves in towards me and starts passionately kissing my neck. I look up at the ceiling of our hotel room and savor the feeling. But just as quickly as he had started, he abruptly stops and pulls back.

Mike: “Okay can you do something for me?”

Me: “Sure. What?”

Mike: “Whatever I do to you, can you annotate what I’m doing, but make sure you refer to me as ‘Daddy’ in the process? Does that make sense?”

Me: “Yeah I think so.”

Mike: “Okay, awesome.”

Mike then leans back in, even more slowly and deliberately than he did a moment ago, and he lovingly starts kissing the side of my face.

Me: “You’re giving me sweet little kisses on my cheek, Daddy.”

Mike (with a soft moan): “Mmmmmm… perrrrrrfect.”

Mike then moves lower and starts gently sucking on my neck.

Me: “You’re kissing my neck now, Daddy. He-he it kinda tickles.”

Me (after he moves lower still): “Daddy, now you’re kissing my shoulder, and my collarbone. You’re giving me goosebumps, Daddy.”

Hey this isn’t so hard! Any holy cow does Mike seem to be enjoying it. I can tell because he just looked up at me, made some intense eye contact and then gave me the biggest smile. God, I love making him happy. It’s the best feeling.

And now Mike moves past my collarbone and down towards my chest.

Me (with my heart rate starting to pick up): “Daddy, you’re kissing the top of one of my breasts now.”

Mike (looking up at me): “Don’t use the term ‘breast’, it’s too proper.”

Me (trying again): “You’re kissing my boob now?”

Mike: “Call it your tit… And don’t forget to use my name.”

Me (third time’s the charm hopefully): “You’re licking one of my tits now, Daddy.”

Mike: “Better…”

Mike then takes a firm hold of both of my breasts.

Me: “Oh Daddy, you’re squeezing my tits so hard right now.”

Mike (smiling): “Oh Sweetheart, do you have big tits?”

Me (pretty sure I know how he wants me to answer this): “No, Daddy, I don’t. I’m sorry my tits are so tiny. Are they too small for you?”

Mike: “Oh no Sweetie, they’re absolutely perfect. I love your small, little, innocent titties.”

Mike then moves lower still.

Me (forever self conscious about my flabby mid section): “Oh Daddy, you’re kissing my stomach now.”

Me: “Oh Daddy, you’re sticking your tongue in my belly button and it really tickles.”

It genuinely does tickle, so I’m doing my best not to giggle. I have to say, I think I’m getting the hang of this game we’re playing. I still think it’s kind of silly, and I’m not even sure what you would call it, are we roleplaying? Or would this be considered dirty talk? But either way, I’m happy to keep going as long as Mike wants me to.

Me (with my pace of breathing starting to pick up): “Oh Daddy, you’re getting so close to my vagina now.”

Mike (correcting again): “Too proper. Don’t say vagina.”

Me: “Oh Daddy, I hope my pussy looks okay to you.”

Mike then places his hands on the insides of my thighs, just like he did last night right before he had started licking me.

Me: “Oh Daddy, you’re spreading my pussy so wide open when you push my legs apart like that.”

He then moves his face in really close to me.

Me: “Oh my god Daddy, your breath feels so warm and good on my pussy lips. I want you to lick me so bad, Daddy.”

That last request wasn’t me acting, as I really, really want him to lick me again. Thankfully, Mike takes my suggestion to heart as he proceeds to suck both of my vaginal lips up and into his mouth. He then starts playfully rolling his tongue around within my folds, and It feels so warm and wonderful.

Me (with a giant exhale): “Oh my god, Mike. I love when you do this. I love it so much.”

Mike (after immediately removing his mouth from my genitals): “Don’t call me that.”

Me (very apologetically): “Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Daddy.”

Darn it. Why did I do that?!? Thankfully, Mike quickly returns his mouth to my lips and resumes combing through them with his tongue.

Me (feeling it again): “Oh my god, Daddy. Please don’t stop. It feels so good…”

Mike (while briefly removing his mouth from me yet again): “Be cruder. Be dirtier in what you say.”

Me (trying my best to oblige): “Oh Daddy, keep sucking on my pussy. Eat it so good.”

Mike: “More.”

Me: “Oh Daddy, eat my pussy. And don’t forget about my clit, Daddy. I want you to lick my clit so hard, Daddy.”

Mike (after briefly taking my clit into his mouth): “More.”

Okay, here goes nothing…

Me (sounding legitimately desperate): “Oh Daddy, I want you to eat my cunt and make me cum. I wanna cum in your mouth so bad, so your face is covered in my juices.”

I can’t believe I used the C-word! I’ve literally never said that word out loud in my life.

Mike seems to be pleased with what I said though, as I feel him push his head into my crotch even more forcefully than before. Meanwhile, his tongue takes direct aim at my clitoris, pressing into it so wonderfully hard. He then starts moaning, and the combination of the pressure from his tongue with the vibration from his vocal cords sends a euphoric chill from my vagina all the way through the rest of my body. It feels amazing.

But I barely have time to savor the feeling, as the next thing I know Mike abruptly pulls his face back and takes ahold of my legs in a manner than suggests he wants me to suddenly flip over.

Mike: “Okay, we’re moving on to something new now.”

What? We were just getting to the really good part! Why stop now??

I guess I don’t have any say in the matter as Mike pulls my left leg over top, and I’m forced to roll over as to not get all tangled up. I end up back on the bed, but lying face down now.

Mike: “Now Sweetheart, don’t forget to keep telling me everything that I’m doing.”

Me: “Okay Daddy, well you just flipped me over.”

Mike (while lifting my body, so I’m now raised up on all fours instead of laying flat on the bed): “I sure did.”

Me: “Now you’re putting me on my hands and knees, Daddy.”

Mike then pushes my upper body, arms, and head back down to the bed, but keeps my lower half raised up.

Me: “Daddy, you’re making my butt stick straight up into the air.”

Mike (excitedly): “Oh I know, Sweetie.”

I can’t see Mike anymore from the position I’m in, but I can feel him fine tuning the placement of my knees, feet, and my entire lower body until my butt ends up as high up as it can possibly go. And not only is my butt raised up, but my butthole itself is now completely exposed and on full display, as I can feel the cool air of the room flowing across it. I have absolutely no idea what Mike is planning next, but my very first thought is that he might try to stick something in my butt. To be totally honest, I’m definitely nervous and perhaps even slightly scared, because I don’t think I want that.

Despite my nerves, I’m able to get my apprehension across without breaking character.

Me (with my voice shaking just a little): “Daddy, you’re not gonna do anything to my butt, are you?”

Mike: “Oh don’t worry, Darling, I’m not gonna do anything bad. I promise.”

Uhhhh… that wasn’t actually a denial. Mike then clamps down pretty tightly, using his two hands to grab ahold of my butt cheeks.

Mike (gushing): “I absolutely looooooove how your cheeks are so tiny I can fit them in the palms of my hands.”

Me (as I feel Mike tugging my butt apart and it reminds me of our first night here when he stuck his hands down the rear of my pants): “Daddy, it hurts a little when you pull me open like that.”

Mike: “Oh sorry, Sweetheart. I get a little carried away because I’m peering into one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen in my entire life. Your asshole is the tiniest, sexiest, most pristine little thing imaginable, and I was just tying to see if I could peer inside it somehow. But it’s just too tight… it won’t open up no matter what I do.”

Me (starting to get really nervous, but doing my best to hide it): “I’m glad you think I have a pretty butthole, Daddy.”

Mike: “It’s not just your asshole, though. The skin around it is so smooth and flawless. You’re like the exact opposite of my wife. Jennifer’s got a shaved cunt, but then you flip her over and her asscrack is a total jungle. But you… you have the softest little pubes above your gorgeous, young, 18-year-old pussy. And then around back there’s not a single hair in sight. You have the asscrack of a little girl. It’s incredible.”

And as soon as he finishes complimenting me on my lack of butt hair, I feel him start to touch me. I still can’t see with what exactly, but I assume it’s his finger, as he’s running it up and down my butt crack. And while this part isn’t too intense, every time he passes over my opening, he makes contact with my puckered butthole and it gives me the biggest tickle shiver imaginable. It feels really weird, very invasive, and it makes me worry that he’s about to plunge that finger right inside me.

Me (trying my best to keep my wits while continuing to annotate): “Daddy, you’re touching my butt crack now.”

Mike: “I sure am… but what am I touching it with, Sweetheart?”

I lift up and turn around to confirm it’s his finger, but I’m surprised to see it’s not. Instead, he has his face basically all the way in my crack!

Me: “Is that your nose I’m feeling?!?”

Me (quickly catching my omission): “Sorry… Daddy, is that your nose I feel on my butthole??”

Mike: “Mmmmmm hmmmm”

Me (less nervous now but instead more concerned for Mike and the grossness for him): “Ew! Daddy, you don’t wanna do that. I pooped yesterday and I haven’t showered since that happened!”

Mike (while firmly pressing my upper body and face back down to the mattress): “Oh I know what I’m doing… don’t you worry. All you need to do is focus on telling me what I’m doing… while I do it.”

And right after he says that, I feel and hear him take a full-lung inhale through his nose while it’s pressed directly up against my butthole.

Me (trying to put this into words): “Daddy, you just took a deep breath straight from my butt.”

Mike then gives off an extremely satisfied half moan / half exhale.

Me: “Daddy, that’s so gross! Why would you want to sniff my butt?!???”

Mike (speaking directly into my crack so it’s a little muffled): “Because it’s so fucking delicious.”

And before I’m even done processing what it means that he says that, I feel it. His extremely warm and wet tongue makes contact with my privates right where my vagina ends, and then starts running straight up my crack. He slowly but methodically runs directly over my butthole before continuing all the way to where my crack turns into my lower back. He leaves a trail of spit between my cheeks, and he sends a huge dose of the heebie-jeebies through my spine.

Me: “Eeeewww… Daddy! Don’t lick that!”

The physical sensation of his tongue licking my butt is more weird than bad, but the idea of Mike doing this is empathically gross. Clearly there’s something I just don’t understand though, because not only does Mike apparently not to seem to mind what just happened, but he’s already going back for more.

I feel Mike’s hands reaffirm their grip on my cheeks, while his tongue heads straight back to the scene of the crime, my butthole. And this time, instead of traversing over it on the long path up my crack, Mike’s mouth seems singularly focused on the one part of my body where poop comes out. His tongue is pressing in on it, running circles around the rim of it, and seemingly doing everything in its power to get inside of me. And since I’m unable to pull away, all I can do is try and keep my butt clenched as best I can, but it feels pretty hopeless.

Mike (while momentarily taking a break from trying to penetrate my anus): “I don’t hear you talking, Sweetheart…”

Me (apologetically): “Oh sorry, Daddy. The way you’re trying to stick your tongue up my butt is very distracting, Daddy.”

Mike then returns his mouth to my butthole, and I also feel one of his hands release its grip. But just when I think this might give me more of a chance at clenching my cheeks to keep Mike’s tongue out of my backdoor, I’m hit with a new and very distracting sensation, as one of his fingers presses up right into my clitoris.

I’m pretty sure it’s his thumb that I’m feeling, and as soon as it starts pressuring my clit, it overwhelms my senses and turns all of my focus back to my vagina. And after a brief moment of shock at the new sensation, it starts to feel pretty good.

Mike’s tonguing of my butthole doesn’t stop, it’s just thankfully no longer the primary focus of my attention, which means the weirdness associated with it is also diminishing. Instead, I’m focused solely on his thumb that’s currently rubbing circles around my clit. It feels so good that instinctively I start pushing down with my crotch to increase the pressure between his hand and my vagina. I want him to touch me even harder, and I’m doing everything I can to facilitate that.

Me (starting to pant from the pleasurable feeling): “Oh Daddy, I want you to rub me even harder. I want it harder, Daddy.”

Meanwhile, Mike’s licking isn’t stopping either. And I don’t know if it’s something about how both his thumb and his tongue are moving in circles, but the way he’s touching my clit is now rubbing off (no pun intended) on the sensation of his tongue on my butthole. Amazingly, his licking actually starts to feel somewhat pleasurable on its own.

Scratch that, it starts to feel reaaaaaallly pleasurable on its own. Oh my god, the rubbing and the licking. The licking and the rubbing. They’re both so good, I can’t even tell which one is more satisfying right now.

Me: “Oh Daddy, I think you’re gonna make me come…”

Oh wow, he really is. Oh my god.

Me (the loudest I’ve been during this time on the bed): “Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! I’m coming so hard!”

I start subtly rocking my hips forward and backwards, pressing against Mike’s hand in the front and his tongue in the back. The two-sided pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, as I feel like I’m the middle of some sort of orgasm sandwich.

Me (blissfully grunting in rhythm): “Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, Daddy, ugh, don’t, ugh, ugh, stop, ugh.”

I can tell Mike’s tongue got its wish as there’s no doubt he’s now up and inside my butthole. In fact, as I rock back and forth, I feel like his stiffened tongue is penetrating me with each thrust, almost as if I’m having anal sex with his mouth.

Finally, after a ton of yelling and grunting, the orgasmic wave that was causing the uncontrollable rocking of my hips eventually subsides, and I’m left instead with a heaving chest trying to catch my breath. I feel Mike’s hand and face peel themselves away from the two sides of my crotch, and I respond by blissfully collapsing down onto the bed.

Mike (looking down at me while smiling): “How was that?”

Me (still a little out of breath): “It was soooo good. How did you know to do that?”

In response to my question, Mike gives me kind of a fake disapproving look, but underneath I can clearly see a grin poking through.

Me (realizing why he’s giving me that look): “Sorry. Daddy, you made me feel so good, Daddy. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. There, you happy now, Daddy?”

I laugh after saying that and Mike takes my joke in stride as he snuggles into the crook of my neck and gives me some kisses.

Mike: “I am definitely happy. And as long as I get to be your Daddy, and you’ll keep being my sweet baby girl, then I’m going to keep being happy.”

I contemplate for a second about saying the words “I love you, Daddy” half as a joke and half as a serious statement of affection, but I decide not to. So instead I just give Mike a huge smile.

Mike: “But you’re right. That was sooooo fucking good. While you were cuming, I could feel your tight little asshole expanding and contracting around my tongue. It was so fucking hot getting to feel first hand that pulsating spasm of pleasure I was giving you.”

Oh my god, I had no idea something like that was possible, on so many levels. But thinking back to what just happened and how it felt from my perspective, I have no reason to doubt he’s telling the truth.

Me: “Yeah it was pretty intense, Daddy, but it had to taste at least a little bit gross, right?”

Mike (smirking): “Well… funny you should ask that…”

I’m not sure what he means by that, and then I see Mike start to rearrange some of the pillows on the bed. He places one next to the headboard, and a second about halfway down the length of the bed.

After he gets these two pillows into their desired positions, Mike, who is still every bit as naked as I am, lays his head down onto the pillow up by the headboard, and then scoots his lower body up and onto the second pillow further down. He then lifts his legs up, grabs the inside of his knees, and tilts his entire lower body back. This results in him spreading his butt wide open and having it stick straight up into the air.

Mike (after turning his head to look at me): “It’s your turn.”

Between the look on his face and all the setup he just went through, I can tell there’s absolutely no chance he’s joking. In other words, he apparently wants me to lick his butt now!?!

I just don’t know. I can’t even see his butthole from where I am, and I’m also too scared to scoot over and look.

Mike: “Oh Darling, don’t worry at all. You’re gonna do great.”

Me (somehow remembering to stay in character): “Oh Daddy, I just don’t know if I can do that.”

Mike: “Well Sweetie, come give it a try and see.”

So I move around to the foot of the bed, and sure enough there’s Mike’s exposed butthole staring right back at me as I round the corner. It’s pinkish-red, wrinkly, and it looks clean enough, but it’s surrounded by a massive amount of hair that seems to form one big interconnected forest with his hairy legs.

Mike (while still holding his legs apart): “Aren’t you glad I showered this morning, even though you said I didn’t need to?”

Me: “Yeah, I obviously didn’t know this was what we were gonna be doing, Daddy.”

Mike (chuckling): “I know, Sweetheart. But there’s no way I’d ever make you eat my ass after my morning run and my morning shit… without at least rinsing off first.”

Ew. Just hearing him say the words ‘morning shit’ makes me a little nauseous. Ugh. Can I do this? I pretty much have to, right? I mean he did just do it to me?

So I crouch down, place my two hands on his already spread butt cheeks, and I slowly inch my face up closer to his butthole. I stare right at it.

I guess it’s sort of cute? It’s certainly interesting looking, and really graphic. It doesn’t seem to smell bad, at least as far as I can tell from a few inches away. In fact if anything, he still kind of smells shower fresh. I definitely don’t have an innate desire to put my mouth on it like I do with Mike’s penis, but overall I think it’s more weird and less gross than I was expecting.

Mike: “Okay, so there’s really no trick to this. You just stick your tongue out and start licking. Honestly, the more you want to be doing this, the better you’re gonna be at it, so you just got to get on in there and go to town, Sweetheart.”

I don’t know if he does it on purpose, but every time he calls me Sweetheart, it’s a reminder that I’m supposed to use his nickname as well.

Me: “Okay, Daddy, I’ll do my best.”

So while Mike continues to hold his knees back to spread himself open, I move in even closer until my nose bumps into the patch of skin just below his balls. I try sticking my tongue out and I feel the very tip of it make contact with something, and I’m pretty sure based on the texture, it’s his starry butthole. It’s wrinkly, dry, and a little bit sticky as I tap the end of my tongue against it.

Mike (confirming): “That’s it, Sweetie, now just get in there and fucking lick it!”

I’m not sure I can do this. It’s just too weird. But I do my best to keep feeling around with the tip of my tongue while my eyes peer up past Mike’s genitals to keep tabs on how he’s reacting.

Mike (starting to sound a little impatient): “Don’t just dance around it, give it a big ol’ sloppy lick!”

Me (while pushing back away from his hole): “I’m so sorry, Daddy, I don’t think I can do this. Don’t be mad.”

Mike (with a hint of frustration but a dash of understanding): “Okay. I’m not mad. I know you’ve never done this before.”

Mike (while momentarily letting go of his own knees): “Here… why don’t you try holding my legs instead of me.”

So I slide my hands up the inside of Mike’s thighs and take ahold of his knees, just as he had been doing before. Naturally, this brings my face right back next to his butt.

Mike: “Okay, stick your tongue out, and make sure there’s a bunch of spit on it.”

I do as I’m told.

Mike: “Okay Sweetie, is it nice and wet?”

Me (doing my best to speak with my tongue hanging out while also nodding): “Yes, Daddy.”

Mike: “Okay, great.”

Mike then grabs the back of my head and forcefully pulls my face and mouth right into the crack of his butt. I can feel my extended, saliva covered tongue make direct contact with his hole again, except this time there’s a lot more spit involved.

Mike (joyously): “Ahhhhhhh… perfect. Now just lick around. Lick it like it’s an ice cream cone.”

It does make me feel good that Mike feels good. Maybe I can do this after all? I start off by giving his butthole some big, wide slow licks, just like Mike had suggested. I still don’t have any idea what I’m doing, but after following the ice cream approach for a little bit, I switch to more or a stick-my-tongue-out-and-wiggle-it-around approach. With all the spit initially queued up on my tongue, the whole area is starting to get pretty wet and sloppy, but based on Mike’s reaction so far, that seems to be a good thing.

Mike (letting out a huge exhale): “Ohhhhh fuuuuuck… keep doing that… just keep eating it… yes…”

I give the inside of his knees a little extra push, forcing his lower body to tilt back even more and giving me an even better angle to lick. At the same time, I come in a little harder with my tongue, adding more pressure directly onto his butthole.

Mike responds by grabbing my head with both hands, and he starts pulling me into his butt with even more force. I’m now so tightly pressed up against him, I’m having a little trouble breathing through my nose. It’s nothing even remotely as bad as when I was choking on his penis last night, but it’s slightly uncomfortable. But considering how much Mike seems to be enjoying it, I’m totally fine with it.

Mike: “Oh Sweetheart, that’s it! Eat your daddy’s asshole. Get your tongue all the way up inside me. Oh fuck yes…”

Hearing him gush about how good this is feeling just makes me want to try even harder. So I close my eyes, hold my breath, and start frantically licking as passionately as I’ve ever licked anything in my life. I’m alternating between pressing my tongue as hard as I can trying to penetrate his anus, with other times where I’m licking around and around his circular rim. Mike is still actively pulling me in with his hands, so my face is forcefully wedged all the way into his butt crack, but I kind of love it. I love this feeling of pleasing him. I love this idea that I’m satisfying his most raw and primal desires.

After a few more seconds of my most intense and forceful tongue probing yet, I actually feel him ease up on my head a little. One of his hands leaves while the other switches to stroking my hair instead of pulling me in. And so now that I have a little more room to work with, I open my eyes and look up at Mike to see how he’s doing. He still looks so content, but I can see that his free hand is now furiously jerking his penis, just above my face. He appears to have a fully hard boner, and it’s really hot to see him pleasing himself with his own hand.

I’ve never seen someone masturbate before, and the force he’s using is really quite astounding. In fact, it’s such a turn on watching him do this that it inspires me to try even harder. So I take my tongue, and without even needing the help of his hands pulling me in, I jam it so hard into his anus that I finally feel it break through. His butthole relents, opens up, and there’s no doubt my tongue is now inside his rectum.

I can feel his body shaking as he’s jerking himself off, while I continue to probe the inside of his butthole with my mouth. This is by far the craziest sexual situation we’ve been in yet, and that’s saying something. It’s borderline surreal, as the thought crosses my mind, is this really happening?

But then out of nowhere, all of this extremely intense and passionate buttlicking comes to an abrupt end, as Mike quickly grabs my head with both hands, sits up, and pulls my face towards his. And before I am even realizing what is happening, he’s passionately kissing me mouth to mouth as we turn over and roll onto the extremely soft mattress. Our naked bodies embrace each other, and I guess if he’s content with that being the end of the buttlicking, then I’m content as well. In fact, I’m in absolute heaven.

We’re lying quietly in each other’s arms, when Mike takes a break from kissing me and instead starts softly caressing my hair. Our two faces are probably only two inches apart, but I can’t help but give him the biggest smile. I just love him so much, I really do.

Mike (speaking softly): “That was so unbelievably hot just now. How the two of us both had our tongues so far up each other’s assholes. That’s basically the most intimate thing you can do to another person.”

He’s certainly not wrong! I don’t respond but instead just kind of giggle.

Mike: “I could tell you were a little unsure about it at the start, huh?”

Me: “Yeah. The concept is kinda gross, you know? But since you wanted me to do it, that definitely made it less gross.”

Mike (after giving me a quick kiss): “Oh I’ve fantasized about you eating my ass for a long, long, time.”

Me (laughing): “Well I didn’t even know that was a thing couples did! But I loved doing it for you. I think I’m addicted to trying to make you happy.”

Another kiss from Mike, but this one is a little longer and has quite a bit of tongue.

Me (feeling like I’m on a roll): “Daddy, I wanna make you come. I’ve never seen a guy do that, and I want you to be the one to show me.”

Mike (breaking out into a big grin): “Wow. You are making it really hard for me to say no to that.”

Me (trying to give him my best puppy dog eyes I can): “Daddy, why would you ever want to say no to coming?”

Mike (maintaining his composure to explain): “I know it’s so weird, but I love edging myself like this. It keeps me so fucking horny 24 / 7, and I just love always being insanely horny… like I am right now.”

This time I give Mike a kiss.

Me: “But it would feel so, so, soooooooo good to come, though right?”

Mike (chuckles): “Oh my fucking god it would. The other thing is, I’m still deciding how exactly I want to cum with you the first time. Part of me wants to just blanket your cute, adorable, innocent face with rope after rope of sticky cum until it’s in your eyes, nose, mouth and hair. But then there’s another part of me that is dying to shove my thick cock up your tiny, little pussy hole, and then fill your virgin, teenaged womb with every last sperm I got. And then we’ll let those guys swim around where no one’s ever been before. Ha.”

Uhhhhh… that’s definitely more info than I needed.

Mike (laughing): “I can tell from your face that I just scared the shit out of you.”

I slowly nod as I’m still processing everything that he just said.

Mike (cheerfully): “Don’t worry, I don’t actually want to get you pregnant, obviously.”

Me (still hesitant): “Okay?”

Mike: “I assume you’re not on the pill though?”

Me: “No… yeah, I’m not. I mean I’ve never had a boyfriend so why would I be? And I don’t even think my parents would allow it, anyway.”

Mike: “You do realize that now that you’re 18 you don’t actually have to get their permission for anything anymore, right?”

Me (trying to hide the fact that I hadn’t really thought about that before): “I know. I just still value their opinion on things.”

Mike (smiling): “Okay. Well on that note, it’s probably time we get our day started, don’t you think?”

Me (smiling back): “Probably. And I definitely am waaaaay overdue for a shower.”

Mike: “Don’t forget to…”

Me (interrupting): “Use your shampoo all over? Yeah I won’t forget, Daddy.”

Mike (with a huge smile now): “You are such a good, little obedient girl, aren’t you?”

Me: “I’m trying my best, Daddy.”

And with that, I start crawling off the bed so I can hop down and head to the bathroom, but as I’m making my way across Mike’s outstretched legs, he reaches over and grabs my naked body.

He takes ahold of my hips while I’m on all fours and then he pulls me closer to him. Next, he uses his two thumbs to spread my butt cheeks apart, and then he leans in and gives me one huge, exaggerated lick straight up my crack again.

Mike: “Mmmmmmm… I could just eat that tiny, little, bald asshole of yours for hours on end.”

While Mike seems very satisfied with his quick taste, his surprise licking definitely triggers a ticklish reflex in me as I roll away from him in laughter.

Me (still giggling): “Geeez, how about a little warning?? And you should definitely let me shower before you do any more of that!”

Mike: “I honestly don’t mind that you haven’t showered. I actually really like the extra flavor you have right now.”

Me (mortified): “Ewwwwwww… That is so gross!”

Mike (smirking): “I know. And yet you still love me.”

Me (smiling): “I do.”

Mike looks at me, and I look back at him but I drop the smile and take on a more serious look.

Me: “I really love you…”

I pause for a second or two.

Me (smiling again): “…Daddy.”

Mike’s eyes twinkle when I say that, and I use that as my cue to finally head to the bathroom. I take my time showering, both because the warm water feels nice, but also because I want to make sure my privates, both front and back, are squeaky clean. I use Mike’s favorite coconut shampoo on both my head and pubic hair, and finally I emerge clean and ready to start the rest of the day.

We end up having an early lunch in the hotel room, and with it looking like rain outside, Mike asks if I’d want to go bowling. I love the idea so we find a bowling alley nearby and we head out for the afternoon.

In the car ride there, Mike compliments me on how well I’ve been doing with his ‘Daddy’ nickname, but he brings up the fact that I shouldn’t ever call him that in public. I tell him I understand, and assure him that it won’t be a problem. He then jokes that when we’re in the hotel room though, he never wants to hear the ‘M’ word again, referring to his name Mike. I ask jokingly if that means that when we’re in the car, since it’s kind of in between, if I should call him Daddy Mike? Or would he prefer Mike Daddy? I get him to genuinely laugh at that, while driving no less, and it makes me feel great.

The two strikes I get while bowling also make me feel great, and all in all the two of us have a blast over the course of the afternoon. At the bowling alley, I even convince Mike to try one of those arcade claw machines where you can win small stuffed animals. It takes him about ten dollars worth of attempts, but eventually he scores an adorable stuffed panda bear and presents it immediately to me. When he does, I instinctively move in to give him a kiss, but then I catch myself before actually making contact. Mike gives me a slight but noticeable look of disappointment in my slip up, but after I quickly apologize, he seems to move on as if it never happened.

Eventually, we end up back at the hotel room, and as soon as the door to the room closes behind us, Mike pulls me in and gives me a huge, passionate kiss. I love, love, love that he must’ve been thinking about kissing me all day! It’s clear though that he’s a lot better than I am at turning his actions and emotions on and off depending on the situation, because I’m terrible at that!

Mike (after pulling back from our kiss): “Hey I need to do something here. I need to give my family a quick FaceTime call, so I’m gonna head into the bedroom. It’s super important that no matter what though, you don’t come in there obviously. So can you just wait out here and I’ll come out when I’m done?”

Me (with a serious expression): “Definitely. Totally understand. You won’t hear a peep from me out here.”

Mike: “Okay, Sweetheart. Thanks.”

Me (smiling now): “You’re welcome, Daddy.”

With that comment, I get a smile back from Mike as he heads into the bedroom and closes the door.

I take a seat on the couch, and despite having basically nothing to do, I decide against turning on the television and risk it making any noise for Mike’s call. So instead, I lay down and just take a little relaxation time to myself.

I know I’ve said this a bunch, but I hope my parents are doing okay. I hope my little brother Corey isn’t worried about me either. Knowing him though, he probably finds the fact that I ran away to be pretty funny and I’m guessing is even a little jealous. We’re definitely pretty close for siblings, probably closer than most brother / sister pairs, as we’ve bonded a lot over the years over how ridiculous our parents are.

While I don’t think I could ever tell Corey about the real reason I ran away, I am looking forward to telling my friend Erica. She and I have always been best buds, and while she’s had a boyfriend for awhile, for some reason she’s always seemed more willing to talk to her other friends about that sort of stuff (boys, sex, etc.) then she does with me. I think maybe it’s because we’ve been friends since we were really little? Like maybe I’m her token innocent friend and she just feels more comfortable talking to her other friends about the more mature stuff?

Either way, I would love to fill her in on everything that’s happened with me and Mike so far. I’d be so curious to know how our relationship compares to hers with her boyfriend Drew. I’m pretty sure they’ve had sex a number of times, and I know they’ve definitely done oral stuff as that’s the one thing she has specifically mentioned to me before. But I wonder if they’ve ever licked each other’s butts like Mike and I just did? I’d be so curious to know and what she thought of the whole experience if they have.

Just as I’m contemplating this, the bedroom door opens and Mike comes out.

Me (hesitant to say anything out loud so I mouth the words): “You done?”

Mike (speaking normally): “Yep! All done.”

Mike walks over to where I’m laying on the couch, leans down and gives me a kiss.

Mike (pointing at me): “Hey! So I had totally forgotten about this… but I actually have a present for you.”

Me (sitting up excitedly): “Seriously? That’s so nice! You didn’t have to do that.”

Mike: “Oh it’s nothing, and when you see it you’ll see what I mean. In fact, I bought it at a thrift store, so it obviously was not expensive at all, ha. But anyway, stay here for a second and I’ll go get it.”

Mike heads back into the bedroom, and after some audible rustling from the other room he reemerges holding a folded up gray piece of clothing.

Mike (explaining before he shows me what the gift is): “So like I said, I was in a thrift store a couple of weeks ago and I saw this, and I instantly thought of you. Sorry, as it’s obviously been worn before, but I promise I washed it twice just to make sure it’s totally clean.”

And then he unveils the present, and it’s a grey Taylor Swift shirt, like one you’d buy at a concert. On the front is a stylized picture of Taylor singing into a microphone, and on the back are a bunch of dates and locations from one of her tours. It’s so sweet that he saw that and thought of me!

Me (gushing): “Oh I love it! And I love that you were thinking of me enough to buy it!”

Mike: “Well of course, I was so excited for this trip. I hope the shirt’s not too cheesy or anything. But I thought it was a perfect reminder of how and why we first met.”

Me: “Oh it’s not cheesy at all! I love it. I really do.”

Mike: “And so you’re still a Swiftie, right?”

Me (giggling): “Of course. I’ll always be a Swiftie. I love it!”

I walk over to Mike and reach up and give him a thank you kiss. Afterwards, he hands me the t-shirt and I head into the bedroom and place it on my bed. When I come back, Mike asks what I’m in the mood for for dinner, and when I tell him I don’t have any particular preference, he suggests thai food. I’ve actually never had thai food, but I tell him I’d love to try it as long as he takes care of picking out what we get.

He happily obliges, the food comes a little later, and while it’s not my favorite, we have a nice dinner together in the hotel room. And even though I don’t eat a ton of the thai food, that just means I have more room for dessert! I treat myself to a generous bowl of both of the ice creams we had picked up at the supermarket yesterday, and they are fantastic!

Mike of course passes on dessert and instead makes himself an after-dinner cocktail. He mentions how much he prefers not to drink alone, so I end up taking a Mango White Claw to sip on once I’m done with my ice cream. Once we both have our drinks, we move over and take a seat together on the living room couch.

Mike (turning to me): “Hey, can I ask you a favor?”

Me (always excited at a chance to make Mike happy): “Of course. What is it?”

Mike: “Do you think you could put on your new shirt?”

Me (happily): “Of course!”

I put down my White Claw to start heading towards the bedroom, eager to go change into the shirt for Mike.

Mike (grabbing my hand as I get up): “When you put it on, do you think you could take everything else off?”

Me (smiling but blatantly telling a lie here): “I was already planning on doing that.”

Okay, so maybe I’m trying to be sexier and more scandalous than I actually am, but I think that was a pretty harmless white lie. It seems to work though as Mike breaks out into a huge grin as I skip off into the bedroom. I love this idea. I love that I’m going to be almost naked again, but I also love that Mike asked me to do something and I’m able to fulfill his wishes.

It doesn’t take me long to completely disrobe, but I’m only naked for a brief moment as I quickly slide the vintage t-shirt on over my otherwise nude body. Vintage is probably an exaggeration though, as despite it seeming well worn (and soft), the shirt is clearly only a few years old based on the tour dates on the back of it. I’m guessing whoever donated it to the thrift store wore it a lot!

Once I get the shirt on, I prepare to head back out into the living room. I have to say, it’s pretty weird to be wearing only a t-shirt and nothing else, but at least the shirt is long enough to cover my privates. So I do have some modesty, but that’s only if I don’t raise my arms at all, ha!

Anyhoo, I try my best to seductively walk back in to see Mike, but I can’t help but smirk as I enter the room.

Mike: “Oh Fuck yes…”

That’s exactly the response I was hoping for! I continue to walk slowly over towards Mike where he’s sitting on the couch.

Mike (clearly focusing on my lower half with his gaze): “Oh my god it’s perfect. It’s so fucking hot seeing you wear this.”

Once I finally reach the couch, without even looking up at me Mike reaches around and grabs my naked butt, pulling me even closer to him. He then uses his thumbs to subtly lift the bottom of the shirt, exposing my vagina while it’s directly in front of his face.

He spends a good minute or so just staring at my privates while gently caressing my butt, hips, and thighs, but he never actually touches my genitals. He also doesn’t look up at me to make eye contact, but he does occasionally glance up at the Taylor Swift shirt before returning his focus back down to my vagina.

Mike (reiterating): “This is all so fucking hot. You’re so fucking hot.”

Me (softly): “Thanks.”

Mike (leading me down to sit next to him): “Here. Have a seat.”

After sitting down bottomless next to Mike on the couch, I turn and look right into his eyes. We apparently have the same idea as we simultaneously move in and meet for a quick but sensual kiss.

Mike (with a very chipper tone to his voice): “So what would you like to do tonight?”

Honestly, that’s a super easy question for me to answer.

Me: “I really, really, really, really want to make you come.”

Mike (smiling): “Wow. That’s a lot of reallys. Well… I think that could be arranged.”

Me (genuinely surprised he said yes): “Seriously?!?”

Mike (nodding slowly): “Yep. Under one condition though.”

I’m so excited. I’ve wanted to make and see him orgasm for so long now. Okay, I know ‘so long’ is probably an exaggeration as we’ve only been here a couple of days, but it feels much longer than that. I just really want to experience this with him, and to see firsthand what it’s actually like for a guy to do that! I’m sure whatever his ‘one condition’ is will be worth it, as I don’t care if it’s more butt licking, or having him stick his penis really far down my throat, or even if he wanted to have sex with me. I would totally do any of those things with him right now, no questions asked.

In fact, now that I think about it, I kind of think I want to have sex with him. I’m pretty sure I’m ready, and what better way for him to orgasm than while we’re making love!

Me (excitedly): “Sure, of course. What would you want me to do??”

Mike: “I want you to give me another blowjob…”

Me: “Oh definitely!”

Mike: “…but I also want to film you while you do it.”

Oh my god. I had totally forgotten, but this immediately reminds me of the naked pictures he had taken of me last night! How is it possible that I had forgotten all about those?!

I honestly don’t know what to think.

Mike (looking a little concerned but sympathetic): “You look a little unsure. Don’t worry, I would never ever show it to anybody. Ever. I swear.”

Me (trying to process everything): “So do you still have the pictures you took of me last night on your phone?”

Mike: “Yeah. And so this would just add to that collection. You see… as hard as it’s gonna be to leave you in a couple of days, I was thinking it’d be a little easier if I had a bunch of pictures and videos of you to…”

Mike then does like a fake cough followed by a smile.

Mike: “Ahem… satisfy myself… if you know what I mean.”

He’s obviously talking about jacking off to them. I guess this isn’t so bad?

Me: “So when you go home you’re going to masturbate to these movies and pictures of me?”

Mike: “Exactly. But that’s just to hold me over until the next time we see each other, of course.”

I genuinely am not a huge fan of him having videos of me, or really of these videos existing at all in the first place, but I guess I can see where he’s coming from? It does make me feel good that he would rather masturbate to videos of me than have sex with his wife once he goes home.

Me (nervously): “Okay? I guess you can do that?”

Mike (ecstatic): “Fantastic!”

And with that Mike stands up from the couch and instead of clearing the coffee table out of the way like he did last night, he takes my hand and leads me to an open space in the living room. First, he takes off his shirt, so now he just has his shorts on. Next, he kind of gestures that he wants me to kneel, so I get down on my knees right in front of him, and then sure enough he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his iPhone.

He takes a second to get it unlocked and ready, but then I can see the back of it pointing down at me as I peer back up at it from my knees.

Mike (looking down): “Okay Sweetheart, what are you about to do?”

There’s that nickname again, reminding me to get into character.

Me: “I’m about to give my Daddy a blowjob.”

Mike: “Oh Sweetie, I think you can be more descriptive than that.”

Me (nervously looking right into those two lenses on the back of his phone): “I’m gonna suck on my Daddy’s penis and make him come.”

Mike: “And how much of Daddy’s cock are you going to take?”

Me: “I’m going to take all of Daddy’s cock… even if it makes me choke.”

Mike: “Good girl, Sweetheart. Good girl. That’s what Daddy wants to hear.”

Me (unbuttoning Mike’s shorts): “I can’t wait to see you come Daddy, I’ve never seen a boy do that before.”

Mike (now helping me pull his shorts and underwear down with his one free hand): “Oh I’m not a boy. This here is a man’s cock. And I can’t wait to blow a man’s sized load all over your little girl face.”

Okay, things are getting a little intense now, and my heart rate is definitely beginning to reflect that. Mike kicks his shorts and underwear off to the side, so now he’s completely naked. His semi-hard penis is right in front of my face, and after yet another glance up at the back of his iPhone, I nervously but excitedly take his shaft into my hand. I stick out my tongue, lift myself up a little higher, and then I give the bottom of his penis a long, wet, lick.

Mike: “Oh Sweetheart, you look so sexy licking my cock while wearing your favorite Taylor Swift shirt.”

Me (momentarily pulling my mouth away from his penis): “Oh Daddy, now you’re just being silly. I love the present but how can it be my favorite shirt if I literally just got it?”

Mike (chuckling): “Ha. You’re right. I guess I’m just assuming it’ll become you favorite shirt soon. You’ll have to forgive me as my mind’s a little jumbled right now. All I can think about is how I’m finally gonna get to cum on your adorable little face.”

Me (staring up at Mike while still holding him in my hand): “I don’t know why you wouldn’t let me do this to you sooner. I wanna make you come sooooooo bad.”

Mike (without even a hint of laughter): “I think I’m just an idiot.”

And with that, I take Mike’s penis into my mouth. I know it’s not going to be easy, but I’m determined to get his entire shaft down my throat, just like I did last night. The difference is this time, I want to prove to him I can do it all on my own. I know if I’m able to get my lips to press up against his pelvis like he likes, he’s going to be so pleased with me. It’ll make him so happy.

And so with all the determination I can possibly muster, I attack this blowjob with a ferocity that surprises even myself. I take my two hands and I clench onto his firm, muscular butt, and I force my head towards his crotch. As I lunge forward, I feel the tip of his penis jam up against the back of my throat, leaving me just short of reaching his body with my lips.

I try to take this initial failure in stride, and I do my best to stifle the gag I knew was coming. Once I fully compose myself, I start slowly retreating my mouth back up along his thick shaft and away from his body. I rest for a second while keeping his mushroom tip within my lips, before gathering the strength to take a second, even more forceful attempt at swallowing him whole. This time, I won’t be denied.

I push forward so hard that his penis rams its way past my tongue and legitimately into and down my throat. In fact, it probably would’ve kept going if not for my lips and teeth running smack dab into the skin surrounding the base of his penis.

I hold my breath, unable to look up and see how Mike is reacting, unable to do anything other than try to hold onto this position for as long as I can. And holding on is literally what I’m doing, as I clamp down on Mike’s butt muscles so hard that I can feel him clench up just to protect himself from any claw marks I could potentially be leaving.

And then I hear it, Mike’s satisfied commentary that lets me know I must be doing a good job.

Mike (delivering one long, run-on grunting sentence): “Oh you fucking little, cocksucking, deep throating, horny, perverted, little nympho slut…”

I feel one of Mike’s hands grab ahold of the back of my head, and while I can’t see to confirm, I can only assume his other hand is still holding his phone, meticulously recording everything that’s happening.

Meanwhile, I’m desperately holding my breath. I have the unmistakable sensation of choking, and the object that is blocking my airway feels so much bigger than anything I’d ever be able to swallow. My eyes are watering again, but not nearly as bad as last night, while my nose is pressed up hard against the stubble of Mike’s missing pubic hair. But as physically uncomfortable as this position is, the mental realization of what I’m doing is actually quite wonderful. I’m deep throating Mike, just the way he likes, and hopefully any second now I’m going to make him come.

Mike (sounding even more excited): “Hold it… hold it… almost there… hold on for one more second, Sweetie.”

I close my eyes, as I’ve pretty much hit my limit. My mind is fading and I don’t think there’s any doubt I’m about to pass out. My hold on Mike’s butt relaxes.

Mike: “Aaaaahhhhh… there we go.”

And then I feel Mike pull his penis completely out of my throat and mouth. While it’s a huge relief to no longer have the obstruction in my airway, the lack of support causes my head to wobble. But as my face starts listing to the side, my reflexes kick in and I instinctively take a huge gasp of air. My lungs fill up with the much needed oxygen, and I can feel my consciousness turn the corner and start to return.

My vision is pretty blurry though, as both my brush with unconsciousness and some residual tears are making it hard to see. So I try hard blinking my eyes a few times, and that seems to help. And as my eyesight starts to return, the first thing I notice is Mike’s fully engorged and veiny penis being furiously pumped directly towards my face. It’s covered in saliva, which is making a loud slapping sound as he runs his hand up and down its wet shaft.

I immediately fixate on his wide open peehole smack dap in the middle of his bright red and super plump mushroom tip, and as my eyes fully adjust and his opening comes into crystal clear focus, that momentous event I’ve been waiting for for so long, finally happens.

Mike (with such a loud groan that I’m sure someone in the hotel’s hallway could hear): “Uuuuuuuugggggghhhh.”

A rocket shot of somewhat clear, somewhat opaque, white gooey liquid comes flying out of that peehole and directly towards my face. I don’t flinch, but I do close my eyes. And it’s a good thing I do, as this initial glob hits me square in the middle of my closed left eyelid. It’s noticeably warm, and obviously it’s wet. Oh my god, he’s coming! Mike is coming for me. And he’s coming right onto my face!

And then I feel a second shot hit me, this time on my forehead. And then a third on my right cheek. I can’t see what’s happening, but I can hear and feel the results.

Mike (exhaling): “Oh yesssss… fuck yessssss…”

A fourth spurt goes right up one of my nostrils. I keep my eyes closed, but I do notice I’m subconsciously opening my mouth a little bit, perhaps because I’m in awe of this whole experience.

I feel the next shot of Mike’s semen hit me in the upper lip, and then if my count is correct, his sixth goes right into my mouth and hits me square in the back of the throat.

I’m not able to process what it tastes like, good or bad, because it misses my tongue completely. But to be honest, I’m a little disappointed because I’m curious to know. Maybe there’s still more to come (no pun intended) though, so I open my mouth a little wider and even stick out my tongue, trying to give Mike as obvious a target as I can.

Mission accomplished, as I feel the next glob land smack dab in the middle of my exposed tongue. That’s followed by a smaller shot that hits the inside of my left cheek. And after a brief delay, I feel one final dribble get wiped onto the tip of my tongue. I still haven’t opened my eyes yet, but between the lack of any new semen and what sounds like a pretty satisfied groan from Mike, it sure seems like he’s finally done with his orgasm.

Wow. That was amazing.

I bring my lips together and I gather the contents of my mouth onto my tongue, so I can finally get a chance to see what it tastes like. I know it sounds so weird, but I’m just so curious to know what Mike’s semen, or really any semen, is like. And after swishing it around and fully experiencing its flavor, my first impression is it’s salty, bitter, and definitely a weird, slimy consistency.

Under pretty much any other circumstances, I probably wouldn’t enjoy having something like this in my mouth. In fact, I would almost certainly find it to be gross. But these are not normal circumstances, and this is no ordinary substance. The fact that this salty, slimy liquid is Mike’s, and the fact that it came directly out of Mike’s penis, and the fact that it’s the manifestation of Mike’s orgasm, makes his semen just about the most satisfying substance I’ve ever consumed.

I love it. I love the idea of it, I love the taste of it, and after happily swallowing it down, I love that it’s now inside me. The only downside is that just as I finally got to taste Mike’s come and realize how much I like it, there’s no more of it. At least for now.

Mike (with a profound sense of satisfaction in his voice): “Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. That was sooooo good.”

My eyes are still closed.

Mike (laughing): “Aaaahhhhh… Ha. Ha. Holy shit. Your face is a mess. There’s fucking jizz everywhere. Ha.”

Yep. There sure is, as I can feel it just as much as Mike can see it. And while I’m sitting here on my knees, eyes closed and grinning, face pointing towards the ceiling, I realize that maybe there is more of Mike’s come for me to have, after all. It just isn’t in my mouth. Yet.

And then I feel Mike’s gentle touch on my face as he slowly wipes away the come that is sitting on my left eyelid.

Mike: “There you go Sweetie. You can open your eyes now.”

I slowly open them, one by one, and once I do I see Mike peering down at me. He’s smiling, and he’s still holding his iPhone up near his chest with its two camera lenses pointing straight down on me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see his other hand is extended out, so I turn my head to look. His index finger is curled up with a huge glob of semen on it, and I can only assume that’s what he just removed from my eyelid.

Mike sees me notice his goopy finger, and then our eyes lock. I try to give him the most obvious signal I possibly can, so I open my mouth up really wide. Mike immediately starts moving his index finger towards my lips, and then he proceeds to wipe its contents onto the middle of my tongue. As he does this, I wrap my lips around his finger and do my best to suck it completely clean.

Mike: “Holy shit, you’re a little cum eater, aren’t you Sweetheart?”

Me (after swallowing the bitter but sensual treat): “It’s tastes so good, Daddy. I love it. But only because it’s yours.”

Mike (somewhat amused): “You don’t think you’d like the taste of someone else’s jizz? I bet you would.”

Me (being 100% genuine here): “I really don’t think I would, Daddy. I don’t ever wanna taste anyone else’s. Ever.”

Mike (chuckling): “Oh, you are just too sweet.”

I look up at Mike and smile.

Mike (still showing no signs of stopping his recording of me): “You know someday… years from now… I’ll have to track you down. And when I find you… if you’re married… I’m gonna want so bad to give your husband this video we’re making right now. I won’t be able to resist.”

I’m not really following what Mike is rambling about. He’s talking about me being married to someone else?

Mike (continuing): “And you know what? Once he sees what’s on this recording… he’ll either shake my hand and thank me profusely, or he’ll punch me in the face. Ha. I don’t know which reaction he’ll have, but I’m sure it’ll be one of those two. It might even be both.”

Mike laughs, but I don’t understand his joke at all.

Me: “I don’t want to ever think about being with someone else, let alone marrying them! I only want to be with you.”

Mike: “Oh I know you do, Sweetheart.”

I’m still on my knees, and Mike is still recording me, but I’m not sure what we’re going to do next. I think about maybe trying to stand up, as I’d love for us to transition to a bed so Mike could go down on me, but I don’t want to be presumptuous.

Mike then takes a finger and starts gently tracing it around my forehead. I know I still have some globs of his come on various parts of my face, but his touch is avoiding those spots, almost as if he’s solving a maze. But once he reaches my cheek, I feel him use his curled finger again to scoop up more of the semen from my face.

I know what comes next in this game, so I open up wide and stick out my tongue again, but this time his finger moves right on past my mouth. Instead, he takes his finger and moves it up towards my eyes. I’m not sure what he’s doing, but I instinctively close my eyes. I then feel his finger come down firmly onto one of my eyebrows and wipe its contents directly into my short brow hairs.

Me (opening my eyes back up): “What was that for?”

Mike giggles like a little kid, and to be honest while I wasn’t expecting him to do that, I’m not actually mad or anything.

Mike (still grinning): “Sorry.”

And then Mike takes another scoop of semen from my forehead and spreads it into my hair. In fact, he smushes it right down into my scalp.

Me (laughing now too): “Hey!”

Mike: “Sorry, this is too much fun.”

Me: “I think I liked it better when you were putting it in my mouth.”

Mike (with a more serious look on his face): “Oh I know you did. You liked it when I was feeding you my cum, didn’t you? You little cum eater…”

Me (smirking): “It was okay. It was mainly because I was just hungry from not eating much of the thai food.”

Mike’s face turns from serious to trying not to laugh.

Mike (unable to hold off the giggles): “Okay, that was pretty funny, I have to admit.”

Mike then looks down at me on my knees and gives me the most wonderfully loving smile. My heart melts. And then, for the first time in what seems like forever, Mike lowers his iPhone and finally stops filming me. He then reaches down and extends a hand to help me up.

Mike (as I’m standing up): “Oh wow. That was awesome. That was so good. You were so good.”

The way Mike says that, it sounds like I was putting on a performance for him. And in a way I guess I was. Part of me was a little unsure about having that iPhone pointed at me the entire time, but I have to admit it’s also kind of hot to think about Mike masturbating to the video we just made.

I turn and look into Mike’s eyes, which leads him to lean in and give me a soft kiss. He’s still completely naked, and I’m still wearing the Taylor Swift shirt he got me. At this point, I definitely wouldn’t mind it if he reached down and lifted my shirt clean off so we could be naked together.

I’m clearly excited about what’s going to happen next, as my mind is already jumping two steps ahead and thinking about how great it would be if Mike went down on me again, just like he did last night. I’d even be up for doing what we did this morning where he was rubbing my vagina and licking my butt. Those are obviously my only two experiences so far with oral sex, but they both felt so amazingly good that I’d be happy with either one right now.

Mike (with an up beat tone): “Time for bed?”

Me (thinking about how the bed is the perfect spot for him to lick me): “Yes. Definitely.”

So we take turns in the bathroom getting ready for bed, and Mike lets me go first. As soon as I get in I immediately take a look in the mirror to assess the dried semen situation. To be honest, it’s not as bad as I had feared. I grab a washcloth and give my face and eyebrows a thorough scrubbing, before switching to more of a blotting technique to clean the come out of my scalp and hair.

Next, I give my teeth, mouth and tongue an extended brushing for a solid two minutes. The extra scrubbing isn’t because I’m grossed out or anything from having had his semen in my mouth, it just seems like the prudent thing to do.

And then finally, I take a minute to straighten myself up. I’m still wearing the Taylor Swift shirt, and it remains the only thing I’m wearing, so I want to make sure it’s in good shape before I head back out. As far as I can tell there are no stains or wet spots on it, so I think I’m good to go.

I come out of the bathroom all ready for bed, but still hoping for a little fun before we actually go to sleep. Mike, who remains completely naked, stops me on my way out and gives me an obvious once over.

Me (genuinely asking because I’m a little self-conscious): “Is it okay that I’m still wearing the shirt you got me? Or should I change into my normal pjs?”

Me (then a little quieter): “Or would you rather I wear nothing?”

Mike: “The shirt is perfect. You look so good in it.”

Me: “Okay great. It’s so soft and comfy. I love it.”

So while Mike takes his turn and heads into the bathroom, I climb up into my bed. I’m still not sure if Mike is going to join me in this bed, let alone if we’re going to do anything sexual, but I sure hope so on both counts.

A few minutes go by and eventually Mike comes out of the bathroom. He’s no longer naked though, as he now has on a pair of underwear. I’m a little disappointed about that, but my spirits pick back up as soon as he lifts up the covers and climbs into my bed.

The lights had already been turned off, so when he lies down next to me, I have to get nice and close to be able able to see his handsome face. We share another soft and sweet peck.

Me (staring right into Mike’s eyes): “Thanks for letting me make you come tonight.”

Mike (with a soft laugh): “Of course. It was honestly one of the best orgasms of my life.”

God, hearing that makes me feel so unbelievably good. I break out into a huge smile.

Me: “I love you so much, Daddy.”

Mike: “I love you too, Sweetheart.”

Wow! I can believe he actually said that! This makes me feel even more amazing than his prior comment. I’m in heaven. God, I want him to make love to me. Right here in this bed. Right now before we go to sleep. I’ve never been more sure of anything. I am so ready for this.

Mike then gives me another sweet kiss right on the lips, and this one he holds onto for a good three or four seconds. My whole body is tingling.

Mike (an inch from my face): “Goodnight, Sweetie.”

And then he abruptly turns and rolls over, to where he’s now facing away from me.

Well shoot! Damn it.

I’m left a little bit in shock. l’m in the exact same position I was a second ago, but now all I’m looking at is the back of Mike’s head, and to say I’m disappointed would be an understatement.

I’m so bummed he’s just going to go to sleep! For a brief second I think about saying something, perhaps even coming right out and asking him if he’d want to have sex, but I’m not nearly assertive enough to do that. Instead, I quietly roll onto my back and stare up at the dark ceiling of our hotel room.

Even if we didn’t make love, I was really looking forward to having Mike go down on me again! It’s not like I think he owes it to me or anything at all like that, I was just really looking forward to it. That doesn’t make me selfish, does it? That doesn’t make me…

What’s that? Oh ha. Mike’s snoring. I can’t believe he’s already asleep! Okay, that makes me feel a little better as he must’ve been exhausted to fall asleep so quickly. And oh my god, his snoring is so cute.

Okay, I don’t know what I was thinking. I can’t possibly be mad at Mike. In fact, I can’t possibly complain about anything right now, as I can safely say I’ve never been happier in my entire life.

I’m lying in this amazingly comfortable bed, about to fall asleep next to the love of my life, and we just spent one wild day together that included a whole range of fun activities from bowling to butt licking, and everything in between. Every single minute of the day was incredible.

I think the only thing that could’ve made this day any more perfect is if we had finished it off by making love. Yep, there’s not a single doubt in my mind anymore. I’ve waited my whole life to find someone like Mike, so he has to be the one to take my virginity.

Holy cow, I’m so excited. I can’t wait for tomorrow!