Journal entry December 25 2345 11:58:05
You have me weeping again, my dear sweet Nella. I sit here in my office just before the stroke of midnight writing in this journal. My sixtieth birthday has come and gone, and what a birthday it was. I'll never forget this day.
The day began with you kissing me. At first I felt only a gentle touching of lips on lips. Then your tongue darting out and pecking at the place where my lips came together. I opened to you and for a few moments your tongue caressed the inner surfaces of my mouth. My cock twitched and raised its head. I returned your sweet kiss, pushing my tongue into your waiting mouth, and you sucked on it as if it were a small cock. After a few moments of this you released your hold and moved away from me.
"Good Morning, Daddy," you said. "How about we go and have our morning shower? I've a special birthday surprise for you."
Both ends of the large shower had been activated: at the one end a fall of water flowed down onto a faux stone ledge, and at the other end water rained down from the ceiling. You pushed me under the rain, and when I was fully wet, rubbed me all over with a musky smelling liquid, which turned to a rich white foam as you kept rubbing. My cock twitched and rose a little higher when your gentle hands massaged it with the foam.
"Side spray, please, Jones," you said, and suddenly we were pummeled by a hard spray of water from the sides of the shower. The foam sluiced away leaving behind a subtle aroma of musk. "Left shower off, please."
Before the spray stopped you moved me to the other end of the shower and pushed me down to the ledge under the flow of warm water. Raising my face you kissed my brow and then went down on your knees between my legs. My legs jumped and trembled violently when your tongue stroked up my long shaft, leaving a trail of tingling fire behind.
Do you remember, sweetie, how I moaned when you wrapped your luscious mouth around the swollen head of my cock? How my feet beat a tattoo on the shower's tiled floor when your tongue swirled and danced over that most sensitive area under the head. For a long time you concentrated on the glans of my cock, licking and sucking, drinking in my pre-cum. And then, aah, sweetie, you swallowed all of me down into your wonderful hot tight throat. My legs turned into lengths of elastic and a shudder passed over the rest of my body. Tingling pressure built at the base of my cock.
I groaned in disappointment when you let me slide out of your warmth. Seconds later I groaned in utter bliss as you blew puffs of breath along the length of my rod, and poked your tongue into the slit, lapping up the juice oozing out. You swallowed me again and fucked me with your mouth and throat until I came with a wailing cry of ecstasy, and spurted my come down your gullet.
"Was that good, Daddy?" you asked me after my limp cock slipped out of your mouth. "Did you enjoy that?"
"You know I did, sweetie," I whispered. "How did you learn to deep throat?"
"I practiced with a dildo. I had Jones find me one that was almost exactly your size. Your cock was a lot nicer to swallow than that dildo, Daddy."
We fell against each other giggling like a pair of young kids. Somehow we ended up kissing with the water pouring over us both. I won't go into detail as to how I pleasured you with my hands and my lips until you reached one of your shuddering orgasms.
I spent the morning working in my office, while you worked in the conservatory. Lunch was served in the dining room and consisted of broiled chicken breasts and a mixed salad. A covered tray standing off to the side kept drawing my eye while I ate.
"I see you're curious about the tray, Daddy," you said, giving me a smile that told me a wonderful secret awaited. "It's part of your birthday present. I know you'll like it very much."
"Will I now?" I reached for the tray, and you pushed my hand away.
"Not yet, Daddy, you have to wait until after lunch."
"Ah, so you have a special dessert waiting under that lid?"
"You could say so."
Things became interesting, for as you nibbled on your salad, my sweet Nella, you unbuttoned your blouse letting it fall open revealing those lovely breasts of yours. Then your hands moved down and I could tell you were loosening your skirt. My cock twitched in expectation of good things to come.
We finished eating and the server-bots cleared the dishes from the table. I ran my tongue over my lips when you arched your back bringing your breasts up toward me. A pleasurable ache settled in behind my ersatz balls.
You stood up, letting the skirt slide down to the floor, and stepping out of it, stood before me clad only in the filmy white blouse. My rod pressed hard against the material of my trousers. A tiny smile played over your lips as you came over to me and opening my pants set my cock free. You stroked the bulbous head with a single finger.
"I have such a nice surprise for your big friend, Daddy," you said, reaching over and sliding the covered tray in front of me. "Lift up the lid and see."
I did as you requested and lifted the silver lid and placed it off to the side. On the tray stood a crystal dish filled with a thick blue gel, and in front of it lay a white envelope with my name written on it in your fine hand.
I opened the envelope and pulled out a card, which had a picture of a perfectly rounded pink female butt on it. I turned the card over. In gold letters it said: you are invited to enjoy the pleasure of one butt fuck, from your loving daughter, Nella.
I burst into tears.