Long post ahead. None of my IRLs know this reddit account lol. What stays on reddit stays on reddit.

TLDR: Play time experience

Hi mga ka AJ! So, um, how am I gonna write this? Usually, I am not shy from telling stories. After all, I am a campus journalist and a wannabe novelist. Telling other people's stories bring me a sense of accomplishment and writing fiction brings joy as I see my fantasy world become a reality.

Remember the last part, fantasy world become a reality? That is how I would word the chain of events that happened.

So, once upon a time, not long ago (as in not even 24 hours ago as I am writing this), I was on Reddit like the silly degenerate that I was. I made a post on the infamous phr4r and lots of men went on my DMs and they were all interested.

Some flaked, but one stood out. For the sake of privacy, I will not disclose his age, but he definitely was significantly older than I was. The guy even went to a top international uni (ayoko mag-disclose ng country) for fuck's sake, so he was a smart fella. When I saw his DMs, I was already home, so I was panicking to say the least.

With 10% on my phone, I said "fuck it, we ball". So, I came up with bullshit excuses. I told my mom that I'm going to Ayala Feliz. Well, it's kinda true because I WILL be in Pasig but which part? That's for her to find out. Well, I won't let her find out as I will take this shit to my grave.

I walked and rode a jeep to Katipunan station to meet him in Ortigas. Then, I went to Araneta-Cubao with only 200 pesos in my pocket and the phone whose battery I am trying to save. As usual, the MRT's line was insanely long, the TVM never works. He called me as soon as I hopped the train, about to stop in Santolan-Annapolis station. I was growing more and more anxious as the train inches nearer the Ortigas station, I clutched on the poor canvas tote bag throughout my journey.

I am glad he was calling me a lot, it made me sure that this guy is not bogus unlike most men in that subreddit. When I went down from the MRT, I was anxiously asking people where Galleria was. I never went there alone, let alone explore the mall.

In no time, I got in. I texted him and told him that I am already there and have been waiting for him. So I went inside, asking the guards, "Saan po yung veranda?" In a shy, timid voice. A few minutes later, we finally found each other.

We began exploring the mall and talked. I can say we vibed even outside of our degeneracies. I might be lauding him too much but he is a highly accomplished guy. I'd say he's the real "aydol" (I call a lot of older, accomplished friends of mine that pseudo pet name). He even bought a box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts and two bottles of water (kakailanganin daw namin). My heart is pounding so loud that it's deafening. I was even singing NewJeans' Ditto in a low, airy voice to calm me down.

Whilst exploring, we went to Watson's and bought a box of medical gloves (shout out sa mga kaklase ko, pag may lab tayo, ako na hingan niyo ng gloves, idk what to do with an entire box), as well as lube and condoms.

I bit my lip in both anxiety and excitement as I know for a fact the ate in the store (does not just apply to the Watson's lady but also to the Krispy Kreme cashier) is looking at us as he picked up those items and put them in the counter. Probably, she was looking at me, because I'm the oppposite of jailbait (I look too young for my age) and it's more apparent when I am with someone as old as he was. No offense, pero nasa 'gurang' zone talaga siya, 'e. Legit magkasing edad siguro sila halos ng tatay kong sumalangit nawa. Not even tito 😅

Then, after going to the ATM, we waited for grab to bring us to our intended destination; it was the establisment with the infamous black and white woman with her index finger on top of her luscious lips, making the "shh!" Symbol.

Sa mga beterano ng AJ, you know what I am talking about.

Whilst in the taxi, we began talking about his work, what do I do as a student, all that stuff. He told me which unis have advantages, etc. Our talk was not abot sex at all. We mostly talked about life and he taught me lots of wisdom that I'll bring with me. I'm quite shocked that I can even talk to a guy like that, MBA head ass.

"Good evening ma'am sir!" A short moreno boy (as tall as me, probably) in a black button down shirt that I assume is the Victoria Court uniform approached us. "Can we get the deluxe room?" He asked the staff, "Sure, sir. You can pay later." The staff replied before he can pull out his wallet. "How long sir?" The pseudo bell boy (well I think di naman common sa mga short stay motels, lalo na sa Manila yung bell boy na role) "Three hours only." He replies. He sounded like a typical businessman doing transaction that moment lol.

The boy makes us follow him to our room, with a rather corporate smile on his face and a joyous voice, "Enjoy your stay!" As he opens the door for us. With that, he finally left us on our own devices.

That was when everything sunk in for me.

My heart was still pounding, full of anxiety. Even up until now that I am just simply retelling what happened.

He opened the door of the hotel room, making me enter first like a true gentleman. Well, the British stereotype is true now, I guess. He was quite suave about it, probably because he has done it a lot, given his age and all.

I walked into the room and it had a nice large bed with a mirror ontop of the headboard. There was also a mirror on the left side of the bed and the floor was cold ceramic. It had a nice wood and cement motif with some kind of wood applique (bare with me kingina) that formed a staircase zigzag pattern. "What did I get myself into?" I asked myself quietly as I was doing the sign of the cross too. I never felt more religious than that day ever in my life.

After we both got in, me still observing my new surroundings with fear and excitement, he told me to sit down on the dark green leather sofa on the left side, beside the mirror at the other corner. He briefed me about what we are doing and even made me choose a safe word, whilst doing so, he was already removing his clothes. I bit my lips in anticipation. At that moment, the feelings that my characters in my anime fanfictions cannot compare to the actual feelings I felt. So when he took off his mustard yellow adidas shirt, olive green cargo shorts, as well as his gold chain with a cross pendant (tito vibes AF, I know 😭), leaving only his boxers with a pretty obvious buldge.

"Hmm... let me think." I said to him, looking up to the ceiling. The hotel has pretty dim lights which drives me mad not gonna lie. I love it when places are brightly lit, but to be fair, for the purpose that chain is made for, dim lights is kinda SOP. Get you in the mood 'ya know. "How about mangoes?" After a long contemplating session with myself, I finally settled on that word. Fun fact, that safe word is also the safe word of one of my original character in the fanfictions I write. "Alright." He said in agreement. "Stand up." He says as he sits on the bed. He puts his hands on my hips and pulls down my denim skirt along with my shorts. "Panties come off last." He says as my bottoms pooled on the floor. He then puts his hand on my dark purple Penshoppe crop top, lifting it up too. I helped him around as I lifted the shirt in front of him, leaving me in my bra and panties. Both from SO-EN, hehe.

I was about to remove my own bra myself, but he insisted on removing it himself, which I let him, showing my perky tits. For someone who is chubby, my boobs are small at a measely A cup. He then goes near my right nipple first and began licking it. The cold air from the hotel's aircon against his warm tongue sent a new sensation for me. He keeps licking them as his hands began touching all around my body.

"Jesus what did I do?" I asked myself as I moan in pleasure with his advances. Even as of writing this, I still cannot believe what happened. I'm using words I used to describe feelings that seemed like to only be in my head and not something I experienced myself. "You like being spanked right?" He asked me as I laid on the comfortable bed, on my stomach. He began spanking my ass.

'Chik!' the sound of his hand against my derrier could be heard across the room and my slutty ass could only moan in pleasure. "Ah~! Daddy~" I shrieked with a very flirty tone. Eyes rolling to the ceiling as I feel how his hands sting with his spank. After I think three slaps, "face down, ass up." He orders me with his commanding voice. I followed immediately, crawling a bit and putting my head down against the white mattress, setting the cardboard menu and blanket to the side as both my ass and pussy is exposed for him to take advantage. "That is how we like to fuck!" He said with enthusiasm, looking at me lustfully as he puts on a glove and puts some lube on his now gloved right hand.

He then inserted it in, slowly but surely, up until everything is inside. I bit my lip as I initially felt rather ticklish, but as soon as I got used to it, the pressure he was putting felt so fucking good. I am a seasoned erotica writer and yet I cannot even describe how it exactly felt. It just felt electrifying, sending jolts down my spine.

After playing with me in that position, he ordered me again. "Lay on your stomach." He ordered, he then proceeded to climb up the bed and put my thighs on top of his. "Open your legs wide." He says. I look at him in the eye as I opened my legs for him, he enters his gloved hand again and began fingering me with his index and ring fingers whilst his thumb is rubbing on my clit. I looked into his eyes with a pleading face as I screamed so loud.

"Fuck!" "Fuck!"

"Daddy! It's so good..."

After those, it was followed by a bunch of incoherrent words. I put my left hand on my mouth with my right hand on his right shoulder. His left hand was on the back of my head to prop me in that position. He looks at me with such gusto as he quickens his pace. He was aggressively fucking me with his fingers. I never felt bliss like that ever in my life.

"Putangina..."

"Shit! I'm sorry!" I said instantly like an instinct. It's my reflex to be respectful towards older people. He then tells me, "You can scream as loud as you want. Use your words." So, I removed my hand off my mouth and began screaming as loud as I want. I never, ever in my life yelled that loud. My mind was blank and was focused on the pleasure, pulling the gentleman nearer to me as he continue.

And then in just a few minutes I guess, I rolled my eyes and felt intense pleasure. I saw his fingers and seen that it bled, a bit. "Look, you bled." He says to me, showing his right hand coated in my fluids. "O-oh..." I looked at it as he stood up, opens the bathroom door on the left hand side of the bed.

He washes the fluids off his fingers and made me go to the bathroom, doggy style again but on the bathroom floor. So he began fingering my ass. It sent a lot of pleasure to me, initially awkward but I got used to it. He began fingering it in and out. I immedialely began moaning in pleasure too. It was so good, I am running out of adjectives to describe things. So good to the point I didn't realize he had three fingers inside my asshole.

He told me there was poop, but that's normal so he doesn't mind and just continued. Backwards pooping allegations were right. Then, when he was satisfied, he removed his fingers inside me, my ass felt so open that time, up until today, I can immediately remember the sensation.

"Wash it off, I'll help you." He says as I put my hand on the soap dispenser and he pumps it to give me soap to wash my intimate areas. After washing it down with the soap and bidet, I stood up. I followed him as he left the bathroom. He goes near the edge of the bed, still standing up, but this time, his hand is on his hard BWC, stroking it. "Go on your knees." He instructs me, which I did, I looked eagerly, about to put his cock inside my mouth up until he stopped me and said to just open my mouth as he'd cum in it.

When he unloads his thick, creamy, salty spunk on my mouth, he tells me, "Spit it out. Maybe too much for you." Opens the door for me and points me to the bathroom sink. So I spat out the remaining since I already swallowed some of it. I got some water and gargled the remnants. "Are you gonna?" I asked him as there is only one logical next step. "No. Look at the time. You need to come home." As soon as he said that, I frantically looked at my phone and saw that it was already about to be 7:00 PM. "Shit!" I laughed but he made me stand up with him in the mirror, looking at each other.

"Look at yourself in the mirror." He tells me as he puts his arm around me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, me with a man, both naked. I looked at him again. He isn't bad looking at all, maybe a bit of salt and pepper, but that's expected for a man his age. He's an excellent conversationalist and a great communicator, so I have nothing against him, in fact, I look forward to meet him again.

As we were dressing up, we decided to eat the damn doughnuts, conversing about finance then went to automatives lol. I did tell in my old phr4r post that I am quite knowledgeable about a wide array of topics as I like reading articles as past time.

It didn't take long for us to pack up our stuff. He made me bring home the unopened infamous Durex condom as well as the lube and the entire box of gloves (the paraphernalia™️). He then gave me money to ride a taxi because it was getting dark. We went out together from the room and told the staff that we were done. Binayaran niya na yung kwarto (sana ol mayaman 🤑🤑) and stood there with me, waiting for a taxi to come by.

When one did, I left him and went inside the taxi, waving my final goodbye?

Abangan sa susunod na kabanata. nagpatunog ng Jopay amputa

BONUS (dahil ayoko mambitin): one funny part when I was in the taxi, I was ranting to the driver about my life and stuff. He asked me, "Papa mo yung AFAM na iyon noh?" HAHAHAHA napa-LT ako doon. Well to be fair, he did fetch me in fucking Victoria Court, so he DOES have an idea of what I did. "Maybe." I answered him, laughing.