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There I was yet again, sitting at a bar downing one shot after the other. I looked at the mirror behind the barman and saw that I had put on quite a bit of dark mascara. My black hair looked slightly dishevelled, but it complemented my pale skin. The black leather skirt exposed most of my leg, and the black boots reached my knees.

As gothic rock blasted from the speakers and some people on the dancefloor headbanged, I took another drag of my cigarette and looked over my shoulders, hoping that I would catch someone’s eye. A club was the last place that I should’ve been at considering my track record. Jasper had cheated on me after two years of being with me. Funny enough, I met him at this club.

I had also met a few other losers at a club, knowing that they weren’t long-term material, but I couldn’t help myself. Their naughty nature and cheeky attitude attracted me every time.

“Hi,” said a man.

I looked over my shoulder and saw a guy with thick black hair brushed to the side, wearing a black collar shirt. “Yes.”

“Do you mind if I sit here?”

I should’ve rejected him. I really should’ve, especially since I was at the club to get over Jasper by drinking myself into oblivion. But something about his smile sucked me in and made me believe that he was fun. Maybe that was exactly what I needed.

He sat next to me, stuck out his hand and then said, “It’s nice to meet you.”

He didn’t mention his name, but I could’ve cared less. It’s not like I was going to fall for him.

After he ordered a drink, he looked at me and asked, “Can I get you something?”

I smiled and said, “Sure. I’ll have another tequila.”

After we spoke for some time, I saw his hand on my leg. I hadn’t realised that it had been there for a while. I guess I got lost in his eyes and his cunning smile. Something told me that I shouldn’t head down that alley, but I couldn’t help myself.

He stood up and stuck out his hand. I grabbed it and slid off the chair, then followed him to the dance floor. Although music blared from the speakers and people around us were in a mosh pit, he stood behind me and ran his hand from my waist to my legs, then put his arm over my abdomen and pulled me towards him.

My ass backed up on his boner, and his cheek rubbed mine as his hands slid up and down my legs. I couldn’t help wonder how his dick would feel inside me. I swung my hips, and he said, “Oh, yeah. You know what daddy likes.”

I smiled and caressed his face as his chin hovered over my right shoulder. He grabbed my arm and swung me around. We were gazing at each other as I had my arms around his neck, and his arms were on my lower back.

We shifted even closer to each other, and I felt his dick against my groin. Oh, how I wanted it inside me.

He stuck his tongue into my mouth, and mine slithered over his. I felt my pussy get wetter. His hands lowered to my ass, and he squeezed my cheeks. I wanted him to rub my pussy so badly. If he had asked for it, I probably would’ve gotten on my knees and sucked him off. I couldn’t remember the last time I was that horny.

As our lips parted, I looked at him with droopy eyelids and then lowered my eyes to his lips, wishing he’d press them against mine again. He grabbed my hand and escorted me out of the club.

After he opened the passenger door, I smiled at him and then got inside.

At his place, we got down to action as soon as we sat on the couch. During the heavy makeout, his hands were all over my legs, and he even slid his hand in between my legs and rubbed my pussy. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I pulled away from him, got on my knees and then unzipped his pants. He stood up, and I whipped out his dick and shoved it into my mouth. His hand was on the back of my head as he pulled it towards him, making me gurgle as his dick went near my throat.

Tears filled my eyes, and my saliva was all over his dick. He pulled it out, and I stroked it a few times before he shoved it back into my mouth and made me gurgle again.

After I stood up, he pulled my skirt up to my waist, and I leapt on him. He grabbed me, and my legs wrapped around his waist. I was petite, so he didn’t struggle to hold me. He stretched my g-string, and I grabbed his dick and stuck it inside my pussy.

He grabbed my ass, and my arms were around his neck as I bobbed up and down on his dick. That was the first time I had tried that position, but I loved it because his dick went in all the way.

My eyes closed as I shot out a few groans. I felt him get harder, and I loved it.

I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me. Nothing gave me greater pleasure than knowing that I was satisfying my partner.

I got off his dick, and I bent over in front of him, touching my toes. He grabbed my waist and stuck his dick into my pussy, then thrust. Blood poured into my head as I screamed. He was giving it to me hard, just the way I liked it.

“Call me daddy,” he demanded.

“Give it to me, daddy.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s my girl.”

After pounding me for a few minutes, he said, “Come suck here.” I got on my knees and sucked his dick. I gurgled a few times as he stuck his dick deeper into my mouth. “Who’s your daddy?” he added.

I looked up at him with a sly smile and said, “You are.”

“Get on the floor,” he said.

I lay on my back, and he grabbed my ankles and lifted them over my shoulders. I was practically lying on my shoulders, and my ass raised off the floor and back straightened as he hovered over me and pressed my legs towards my face.

He stuck his dick in and bent his knees so that he would penetrate. I screamed as his dick drilled me, and I couldn’t believe that he was so vigorous in such an awkward position.

After a few minutes, I saw him frown. I knew that he was ready to cum. He pulled his dick out and let go of my legs. I lay on the floor as he stood over me and came on my face and chest.

At least he was a gentleman to fetch toilet paper and wipe it off me. Most of the jerks I was with didn’t have the decency to do that.

Although he didn’t offer me to stay the night, I felt that I had a connection with him and wanted to see him again.

“You think we can exchange numbers?” I asked.


He put his number in my phone and saved it under daddy before calling himself. I loved that he was kinky, and I couldn’t wait for daddy to spank me again.

“By the way, I’m Tara.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

He drove me to my place and kissed me. “Call me,” I said before I got out.

The following day, mom said that Fay would join us for lunch. She was my younger sister whom I was secretly jealous of because she had moved out of the house a few years ago since she wanted to be independent.

I hate to admit it, but she was the successful one out of us. Even though I was 32, I was still deciding what I wanted to do with my life.

After lunch, Fay and I sat in the lounge to catch up. “How’ve you been holding up?” she asked, referring to my recent breakup.

My gaze lowered. “So-so.”

She grabbed my hand and said, “You’ll meet your Prince Charming soon; I just know it.” My lips curled slightly. “Or have you met him already?”

“Maybe. We’ll see.”

“Just don’t make the same mistake that you always have by meeting him in some godforsaken place.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. What’s news with you?” I asked.

She smiled, tucked her shoulders in and lowered her chin, almost like a teenage girl thinking about her first crush. “You know about Blake.”

“The lawyer who started working at your company about two months ago?”

“Yes. We’re going on our third date tomorrow.” Her smile broadened.

“Good for you.”

“I really feel like he’s the one. He’s so traditional, and he wants a wife and children.”

“Sounds like you’re two peas in a pond. Just don’t make the same mistakes that I did by rushing it.”

“I won’t, but I can’t help be eager about seeing where it can go. You know, I am pushing thirty, and it would be so nice to get married soon and start a family.”

I rubbed her shoulder. “Maybe Blake will make all your dreams come true.”

She looked down and smiled. “I hope so.” Her eyes met mine. “Tell me about your guy.”

“Well, there’s not much to tell. I met him last night, actually.” Fay raised her eyebrows and leaned into me. “What? There’s nothing wrong with test driving a potential mate to see how he performs before getting serious.”

“And? How was he?”

My lips parted as I rolled my eyes. “Amazing. I can’t wait to see him again.”

“I’m sure he’ll call. If he doesn’t, there’s nothing wrong with you calling him.”

Three days had passed, and he hadn’t called.

I tried to get him off my mind by watching movies, but even the kissing scenes reminded me of daddy. I got wet just thinking about that name. It sounded so kinky.

I tanned by the pool for a few minutes while searching the web, hoping that would help me get my mind off him. My finger drifted over the contacts app and accidentally pressed it, supposedly, then scrolled down to daddy’s number. My heart raced as I thought about calling. I have to. Daddy knows how to make me feel good.

My heartbeat gained more momentum as his phone rang.

“Hello,” he said.

I gulped. “Hi. It’s Tara, from the other night.”

“Oh, hi. What’s up?”

“Nothing much. I couldn’t stop thinking about our night together, so I thought I’d get in touch.” I squeezed my eyes closed and put my hand over them as I realised how desperate that sounded.

“Is that so?” he asked in a seductive tone.

My eyes shot open, his reaction surprising me. “Yes, that is so.”

“Why don’t you tell daddy what you’d like him to do to you?”

“I want daddy to use his tongue all over my body, then make his way in between my legs and make me wet.”

“Oh, yeah. I like that,” he whispered.

“Then, I want daddy to demand that I get on my knees and suck his dick. After I suck it good, I’ll shove your balls into my mouth and play with your anus.”

“Go on,” he said softly, sounding like he was stroking his dick.

“I want daddy to bend me over a table and shove his big dick into my ass. You must bang me hard so that I scream my lungs out and lose my voice. And when we both can’t take it anymore, I want you to pull my hair and drag me to the floor and demand that I open my mouth. I’m gonna be looking up at you with my tongue sticking out as you cum on my face and into my mouth.”

“Ooh, that’s my girl. I like a dirty little whore.”

“When’s daddy gonna give it to me again?”

“You really are a dirty little whore. You can’t wait for me to bang you,” he said and chuckled.

I tittered. “So, when?”

“I’ll come pick you up tonight.”

Daddy first took me out to dinner, then to his place, where he banged the living crap out of me. The anal sex was a bit painful, but his aggression turned me on, and I kept begging for more. I had never developed such strong feelings for a man through sex, but something about daddy made me feel that he was special.

We kept seeing each other for the next few weeks. Besides having sex, we also went motorbike riding and paragliding. That was so much fun. Afterwards, we climaxed the outings by having mind-blowing sex in the parking lot. We felt so adventurous and excited that we didn’t care if we got caught.

A day later, Fay called.

“How’s everything with my sis?” she asked.

“Ah, just great. Really,” I said, sounding upbeat.

“You sound excited and relieved. I take it everything’s going well with your man.”

“It is. He’s amazing.”

“Good. I’m happy for you. You deserve it after all the losers who treated you so badly.”

“You?” I asked.

Her smile was almost audible, so I knew that things were going well with her boyfriend. “Blake is serious about us long-term. He asked me to move in with him, and I took him up on the offer.”

“That’s great, Fay. I’m thrilled for you.”

“I’ve got a good feeling about him. I think he’s the one I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.”

“Sounds like everything is going as you planned. You’re an amazing woman, and if anybody deserves Prince Charming, it’s you.”

“Aah, that’s so sweet. Thanks, sis.”

“Look at us. We’re both falling in love at the same time. Who would’ve thought things would turn out this way?”

“I know. It’s amazing.”

The following Friday was my birthday. Mom had mentioned something about a family get-together on Saturday, so I wanted to spend Friday night with daddy.

I called him. “Hey. I thought I’d come over tonight.”

“Um, it’s not a good idea. I’ve actually got something planned.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling disappointed. “Okay. I guess I’ll see you another time.”

I slumped into the chair and rested my chin in my hand as I pursed my lips. Being with daddy on my birthday would’ve made my day so special.

After feeling depressed and sorry for myself for a few minutes, I perked my head up as I thought about the person who’d cheer me up.

I called Fay. “Hey, you. Whatchu up to?”

“Just on my way out to meet Blake.”

“Oh, I thought we could go out together, grab dinner.”

“Sorry, sis. I can’t tonight.”

“Okay,” I said softly as my gaze lowered to the floor.

She hung up without even wishing me a happy birthday.

I slouched in the chair, my eyelids droopy as I stared at the floor for some time. My phone rang. It was Mary-Anne. Fay and I were friends with her since varsity, and she invited me to her place. Not wanting to feel miserable on my birthday, I accepted.

On my way to her place, I couldn’t stop thinking about being rejected by Fay and daddy. They were the two most important people in my life and not spending my birthday with either of them stung. I felt like they didn’t care about me.

After stepping out of the elevator, I walked towards Mary-Anne’s apartment and saw her door ajar. Her hallway was dark, so I knocked.

“Tara, is that you?” she asked.


“Come in. Come in.”


I pushed the door open and stepped inside, unable to see anything. “Where are you? I can’t see -.”

The lights flicked on. “Surprise!” yelled a group of people standing in front of me.

My eyes widened, and a smile appeared on my face. I was so shocked that I didn’t get a proper look at each face as I absorbed what happened.

“Happy birthday, sis.”

I looked to my right and saw Fay smiling at me. My smile faded, and I frowned as I saw daddy standing next to her. He looked like a lump had developed in his throat, and he couldn’t speak.

I stepped towards them, my eyes glued to daddy. I saw in my peripheral that she looked at him, then back at me. Daddy didn’t even blink.

Fay grabbed his wrist and bicep, then said, “Tara, I’d like you to meet Blake.”

He and I kept looking at each other. After a few seconds of silence, Fay asked me, “Everything okay?”

I looked at her and said, “No.”

I was so overwhelmed by everything that I completely forgot about everyone else there. They must’ve been looking at us and listening to the conversation.

“What’s wrong, sis?”

“You’ve been seeing this guy?” I asked, looking at Blake.

“Yes,” said Fay.

“Why don’t you ask this slimeball who else he’s been seeing?”

Fay frowned and looked at him. “What’s going on, Blake?”

He kept quiet.

“I’ll tell you what’s going on,” I said. “He’s been making a fool out of both of us. This is the jerk I’ve been with,” I clenched my teeth and fist, then punched him in the chest. Blake twitched.

The guests gasped.

Mary-Anne walked to us and whispered, “Maybe you three should use my bedroom to talk.”

“I’ve said everything I’ve wanted to say,” I said and stormed out.

I didn’t see the guests behind me, but I felt their eyes on me.

As I got into my car, I bowed my head, and my hands covered my face as tears spilt out of my eyes. I didn’t know if I was more hurt or embarrassed. I felt like the biggest fool. Once again, I had done the same thing when meeting men, but I expected a different result.

I kept thinking about Fay during the drive home. She must’ve been heartbroken. That was her first serious relationship, and the worst part was that she was living with him. Where would she go on short notice, but how could she stand to look at him if she stayed?

I got home and went to bed, wanting to fall asleep and forget about everything for a few hours. Thinking about Fay’s pain kept my eyes open, and I couldn’t take the torture anymore.

I called her. “Hey, how you feeling?”

“I’m so confused. I don’t know what to feel.”

“I know, you poor thing. Come over to the house tomorrow so that we can have a heart to heart.”

“Okay. I’ll see you then.”

The following day when she stepped into the house, I scuttled to her and held her tightly.

We spoke for a few hours about the different scenarios that could play out if she stayed with Blake. I wasn’t sure of what I was going to do because I saw no hope in finding a decent guy. And If I were going to meet losers all the time, then I might as well stay with the current loser.

The problem was that if both of us wanted to give him another chance, one of us would have to sacrifice her relationship.

The day after, Fay and I were in Blake’s lounge when he walked in.

“You two wanted to talk to me?” he said.

Fay told him that he could choose between us if he were serious about proposing to the chosen one. To sweeten the deal, we agreed to have sex with him separately to make his decision easier. I would be first to have sex with him, but it would happen only next week in their bedroom.

The day arrived. Fay was in the lounge while I was in their bedroom with Blake.

“We’re gonna do this only if you obey my every command,” I said.

“Okay. What did you have in mind?”

“I want you to wear a blindfold, high heels and earplugs. Also, I want you to have a condom in your ass.”

He frowned. “What?”

“Are you gonna do it or not?” I asked sternly.

“Okay, fine.”

“Under no circumstances are you to remove any item, you got that?”

“Yes, I got it. We’ll do it your way,” he said, sounding disappointed that he was not in control.

After he wore all the items, I took my lipstick out of my bag and wrote on Blake’s chest. He lay on the bed.

I sat on a chair and waited a few minutes for the guests to arrive. I heard them come in, but Blake had no idea that Fay had invited his and our entire family for dinner. They were under the impression that Fay and Blake would tell them about their engagement.

I jerked off Blake to ensure that he was rock hard.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him. He stood up, and I slapped his butt cheeks to indicate to him that he should clench them so that the condom doesn’t fall out.

I opened the bedroom door and then led him down the hallway. As we neared the lounge, I stood behind Blake and lightly pushed him so that he knew to carry on walking.

Several women gasped, and a few men laughed. Blake stood in front of them, erect and written on his chest was, ‘I’m a lying cheater,’ without knowing.

Most people were aghast, and some took photos. Fay and I looked at each other and smirked.

Blake frowned, probably after realising that something was odd. He slipped off his blindfold, winced and then grabbed his crotch.

I pulled the earplugs out and said, “That’s what you get for messing with the Olivera sisters. You wanna humiliate us in front of others, so we thought we’d return the favour.”

I slapped his ass and then winked at Fay.



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