Hello everyone.
My name is Katherine, you can call me Katt for short. I am 24 years old this year and I am a working adult like most of you here. Money has always been sort of an issue for me since I was young as my family isn’t very well off. However, I was lucky to have a great bunch of friends who would often offer to pay for certain stuff while I was growing up. Needless to say, most of them are from rich families and grew up in an environment that I could only dream of. Growing up, I always told myself that I would work hard and one day be able to live a carefree life like them.
16 - My only saving grace
While I was in secondary school, I was like every other student, plain, simple and no one paid attention to me. But things started to change when I entered Secondary 3. I have no idea why, but guys started to pay more attention to me. Especially some of the ‘gangsters’ from Seconday 4 level. It was then that my friend told me it was because I was pretty. I guess I only have luck to thank for my good looks, as I certainly did nothing to change my appearance in school. I was still me. But somehow different.
One day during recess, a ‘gangster’ approached the table my friends and I were at and asked me for my number. I was stunned by his approach and just stared blankly at him for a couple of seconds before my friend nudged me out of my daze. I nodded and quickly keyed in my number into his phone to get him to leave. He started texting me immediately after school ended and asked me to meet him for lunch at the nearby McDonald’s. I didn’t want to meet him and told him I had something on. He texted me everyday for a couple of weeks before I finally agreed to meet him. Unknown to me back then, that would be the first date with my only boyfriend in my life till today.
I was from a rather prestigious secondary school and my girlfriends were all relatively well off compared to me. My ‘gangster’ boyfriend, whose name is Joseph, was also from a rich family. He stayed just a few streets behind the school at one of the landed houses.
I continued dating Joseph even after he left the school for JC. However with him gone, the other guys in school saw me as an open target and started to hit on me. It was then that I realized that even though I attained my looks out of pure luck (genetic lottery) it doesn’t mean that I should refrain myself from using it to better my life. For those of you that are still in the dark, yes, this is the story of how I eventually became a sugarbaby.
17-18 Meeting new people Part 1
Soon it was my turn to be done with Secondary School and I did well enough to get into the same JC as Joseph. It was in JC where my classmates introduced me to clubbing. I wasn’t very keen at first but since most of my classmates seemed to have fun, I decided to join in during one of their outings. We started the night off by drinking and someone’s house until we got high and then off to the club we went. We were underage back then so a good amount of sneaking about was required. I found out that it was relatively easy for us girls to sneak in and it was also through this that my social circle started to grow considerably.
Joseph didn’t like the idea of me going to clubs but he trusted me enough to know that I wouldn’t sleep around or do anything that would be deemed as cheating. And I didn’t. I was really just there to have a good time with my friends and I mostly danced around with my girlfriends only. Some of my friends frequently had ONSs with the guys they met at the club and they would always try to hook me up with someone which I always reject. 99% of of the time we would club at Powerhouse at St James Power Station. It was.. mostly filled with guys serving their NS and the typical hokkien gangsters. They were fun to hangout with and they opened our eyes to a totally different way of life. Before meeting them, most of my friends and I would spend most of our time buried in books.
I spent the rest of my JC year 1 clubbing away and neglecting my studies. At the end of Year 1, I was given a choice of re-doing my year 1 or going off to Poly. Joseph stood by me this whole time and squeezed whatever time he had to be with me even though he was taking his As. This is also the first time where my financial circumstance became a hindrance. My parents told me to continue with JC as Poly school fees were a lot more expensive than JC school fees.
I assured them that I would find a job to pay for it myself since I started this mess in the first place. And I did. I worked part time selling yogurt while waiting for Poly to start and continued working even after school started. It felt more like full-time as I wanted to earn as much as possible and the pay there wasn’t very ideal. But I liked the job as it was easy to do. (Hint hint). Needless to say, with me constantly working and Joseph entering the army, our relationship got strained pretty badly. And I vented my relationship problems with more clubbing sessions. I didn’t need to sneak around anymore as I turned 18 and decided to stop going to PowerHouse and swapped it for Zouk.
I’ve never paid for any clubbing sessions before as my guy friends would always open bottles inside and I would get to enter for free and drink for free. Some of them tried to make a move on me but I still rejected them as I was technically still with Joseph. Things only changed when I officially broke up with Joseph as he couldn’t stand my clubbing ways anymore and we were only meeting up like once or twice a month at this point. For a couple months after I broke up, I went on crazy drinking sprees at the club and on one particular Saturday, I was puking everything out of my stomach by 1am. I accidentally puked in the VIP area and the cleaner had to come clean it up. I think I also puked onto some other members there without me knowing.
I remember sleeping beside my friend as she took care of me on the sofa. Somehow my friends managed to get a box of panadol and gave one pill to me. Surprisingly, it made me feel better. And I was sober enough to talk coherently by 2:30ish. This was when a stranger walked towards my friend and I. I remember the events that happened after this vividly.
“Are you ok now?” the stranger spoke
My friend and I looked up at him with blurred expression on our faces.
“Do you not remember me?” he shook his right leg infront of us.
I looked at my friend and she looked at me. The both of us had no idea who this stranger was. He was definitely much older than the both of us. I saw myself as a teenager back then and he was definitely a working adult.
“You puked on my shoe earlier??” he took a seat beside me, maintaining his distance and stuck out his leg to show me his shoe.
“Oh.. I am so sorry.. " I immediately apologized.
“It’s ok.. What is your name?”
“Katt” I replied, still apologetic.
We were soon engaged in a conversation and I found out that his name is Daniel and he was 29 years old. He asked if his age was a problem for me and I told him it was ok with me as we were just friends. Despite our age difference, we had a lot of topics to talk about and were pretty engrossed in the conversation that time flew by and soon the lights came on in the club. He stood up and looked down at the dance floor and realized that it was time to go home.
“Do you want a ride home?” he asked.
“Errr.. I think I have to go home with my friends” I replied.
“Come on, no funny business. I will send you home immediately. You can even tell your friends in case something happens” he assured me.
I didn’t know how to reject him at that time and just asked my friend if it was ok. Hoping that she would say no and save me. But apparently humans are not telepathic and she said it was fine.
“So good to go now?” he asked again.
I stood up slowly and he held my hand and led me out of the club. I was used to turning left after exiting the club to walk out to the main road to get a cab but he turned right instead and into the carpark beside the club. He held my hand and pulled me along behind him. We soon got to his car and it was a very handsome BMW Z4 Convertible. He opened the door for me and I got in. We were soon driving out of the area before hitting the highway, he asked if I wanted more air. I told him anything and he stopped the car by the side of the road and retract the ceiling of the car. We were soon driving down the highway towards my house with the top down and the wind in my hair. As i mentioned earlier, I remember this sequence of events vividly because it was the first time I met my future Sugar Daddy.
The First Date
The long night of clubbing took its toll and I fell asleep in the car on the way home despite the top being down. It couldn’t have been more than 30 minutes before I felt someone shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw Daniel smiling beside me. I was pretty much sober at this point and got a little shy.
“Thank you” I mumbled, looking down and undoing my seatbelt.
“No worries” Daniel smiled.
“Wait” Daniel held onto my hand as I was about to open the door.
“Hmm?” I asked.
“The least you can do is give me your number as thanks right? Haha” Daniel smiled.
“Oh ok.. " I took his phone and keyed in my number.
We wished each other goodnight and I went home and took a shower before going to bed. I texted Candice (the one that said it was ok for me to go home with Daniel) to inform her that I was home. I felt my phone vibrate as I was about to fall asleep so I picked it up and gave it a glance. It was an unknown number. I knew it was Daniel but I was too tired to reply and placed my phone back down before dozing off into dreamland.
I woke up around 2PM the next day and saw that the unknown number had sent me 3 messages.
“Hey Katt, Daniel here. Are you asleep?”
“You owe me lunch if you are asleep already”
“Guess you owe me lunch Katt
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I didn’t reply and went about my ‘morning’ routine. It was close to 3PM when I was finally done and sat down to use my phone again. I replied all my other messages and finally decided to open my chat with Daniel again. I wasn’t sure what to reply him but I thought to myself “whatever” and replied him whatever came to my mind.
“Lol. That’s not fair to me right? I was spent yesterday” I replied.
“Fair enough! My treat then! When are you free?” Daniel’s reply came almost immediately.
“Umm.. I don’t know.. I have school” I replied, trying to delay setting a date.
“That’s fine Katt! Just tell me whenever you’re free.” Daniel replied.
“Don’t have to worry I don’t bite” Daniel sent another text after I didn’t reply him for 15 minutes.
“Hmm.. Ok.. I will be free tomorrow evening. My class ends at 4:30PM” I replied after contemplating for another 5 minutes.
Fast forward to the next day. I went to school as per normal. I admit that I dressed a little nicer than my usual school attire that day as I knew that I was meeting Daniel. Time flew by and soon it was the last half hour of my tutorial class.
“Hey Katt, I’ll wait for you at the MRT Taxi stand later ok?” Daniel texted me.
“Hmm.. Ok.. See you there, I might be a little late” I replied.
I made my way to the MRT Taxi stand after my class ended as fast as I could as I didn’t want to keep him waiting. I stood there for no more than 2 minutes before I saw his dark blue Z4 driving towards me and turned on its hazard lights, stopping in front of me.
“Hello, how was your day?” Daniel asked as I sat down in his car.
“Fine. Thanks” I said shyly.
“You are so different when you are not on alcohol” he commented.
I blushed and smiled without saying anything. I stole a few glances at Daniel as he drove and realised that he didn’t look 29. He looked younger. He took me to a quiet little restaurant along East Coast Park and the sky was getting fairly dark when we arrived. We ate our dinner and talked about usual stuff. I am pretty shy when it comes to meeting new people but Daniel made conversing with him an ease. We talked about almost everything and inevitably I told him about my current situation. It was during our conversation that Daniel told me he was actually 33 not 29. He told me that he was 29 earlier as he was afraid that I would mind his age.
We finished our dinner and walked back to his car. Instead of unlocking the car doors, he opened the boot and took out a bag and said he wanted to show me something. He dug in the bag and pulled out a pair of shoes. I realised immediately that it was the shoe that I had puked on.
“Oh my god.. Why is it still in your car??” I asked.
“Haha.. Forgot to take it home. I think I’ll have to box it up as it was this shoe that got me a date with you” he laughed.
We got back into the car and prepared for the journey back to my house. Right before exiting the carpark, Daniel leaned over, opened the glove box and retrieved a square black box. I caught a glance of the box and saw CHANEL written on it. He then placed the box on my lap and told me that it was for me. I was shocked and told him that we literally just met a couple days ago.
“It’s ok. It’s for you. Open it. See if you like it” He told me as he drove onto the expressway.
I opened the box as he drove and saw that it was a Chanel necklace. I was still apprehensive about taking it and just placed it back in the box and held the box the entire journey back. I didn’t say a word until I was below my house again.
“Thanks for dinner” I placed the box on the dashboard and opened the door.
“It’s yours.” Daniel held onto my arm.
“No. I don’t think I can take it.” I looked him firmly in the eyes.
“Yes you can. I bought it for you. Just take it. No worries” He reassured me, looking back into my eyes and placing the box back into my hands.
“Huhh.. why.. " I couldn’t maintain eye contact anymore and looked down.
Daniel leaned forwards and planted a kiss on my lips. I was taken aback and pulled my head backwards in shock. I looked up at him and our eyes met again. He leaned forwards once again and planted his lips on mine for a second time. I was sorta prepared this time and closed my eyes. I felt his tongue extending out of his mouth and parting my lips. I have no idea why, but I reciprocated and we made out in his car for a couple of minutes.
Hanky Panky
Daniel pulled me closer as we kissed. I sat there holding the box in my hands and I could feel my palms getting sweaty. I felt his hand slip under my top, brushed against my stomach and onto my chest. He fumbled for awhile but eventually managed to squeeze his hand underneath my bra and squeezed my left boob. My right hand held onto his arm as he continued his ’exploration’. I pushed him away when he squeezed my boobs too hard.
“Opps.. Sorry” Daniel smiled, pulling away from me.
“Are you ok?” Daniel asked, after I didn’t reply.
I adjusted my bra, pulled down my top and gathered my stuff before trying to open the door again. Daniel once again held onto my hand and asked me what was wrong. I told him that nothing was wrong and that we shouldn’t meet again. I shrugged off his arm and opened the door. Throwing his gift back into the car before closing the door. I have no idea why I felt or behaved that way but I all I knew then was that I wanted to get out of his car and get home. I ignored all his messages from that day on and thought that I wouldn’t be seeing him ever again. But as luck would have it, I would bump into him again.
My clubbing days continued every weekend without any problems. Studying full time and working part-time was really stressful on me. Not because school work was hard or my work was tough. It was because had extremely little time for myself and I always felt miserable by the end of the week. Clubbing was my own weird way of stress relieving. I was clubbing almost every weekend. And it was on one of these weekends that I inevitably saw Daniel again.
“Hey Katt” someone called out my name as I walked past the wine bar.
I turned and saw that it was Daniel sitting down with his friends. It was close to 3 weeks since I slammed his car door on him. I nodded my head towards them in acknowledgement and quickly went back into the club. I looked composed on the outside but inside I was terrified. I wasn’t sure why. As I squeezed back into the VIP area, I told Candice about what just happened and she told me that she would protect me from him. (Spoiler, she didn’t in the end). After drinking till I was high, we decided to go down to the dance floor. The guys in the group squeezed a path for us onto the dance floor. Once there, the guys went about ‘hunting’ for their own chicks while only one of them danced around us to ward off other hopeful hunters.
“Eh that girl pretty what! Go for her la!” we screamed to one of our guy friends.
After a few moments of hesitation, he went for it and us girls were left alone. We danced with each other and were having fun, guys tried to circle us but we ignored them and continued to have fun amongst ourselves. After dancing for awhile, I needed to pee and went to the toilet. They offered to come along but I said I was fine going alone. I was washing my hands after doing my business when Daniel appeared out of nowhere to wash his hands beside me.
“Why are you avoiding me?” he asked.
“I’m not..” I muttered.
“Then why didn’t you reply my message?” he asked, holding onto my hand and sitting down at the bench directly behind the basin.
“Just.. didn’t know what to reply” I replied, sitting down beside him.
“Things are cool between us right? I’m sorry if I went too far the other time” his eyes were fixed on mine.
“Mmm.. Yes.. Everything is fine.. Don’t worry” I assured him.
“Follow me. Let’s go for a drink” he stood up and pulled me along.
I followed behind him back to his table in the VIP area. I looked over at my own table and saw that only a drunk friend of mine was there, sleeping. I drank a bit with Daniel and he introduced me to his friends. One of them was younger than him and the other was the same age. All three of them looked younger than they looked. I was already high even before drinking with Daniel so I just sipped slowly on whatever they gave me. My little sips must have added up as I felt the rush of alcohol running through my body again.
“You ok?” Daniel spoke into my ear.
“Mmhmm.. Ok.. " I smiled.
“I don’t think so. Haha.. You are smiling like a lunatic” he commented.
“I am like that when a bit high.. don’t make fun of me” I punched his shoulder.
“You are. Look at yourself. Haha” he teased me again.
I attempted to punch him again but he caught my hand instead and held onto it. I tried pulling my fist out of his hand but his grip was too strong. Instead, he pulled me over to his side. I slammed onto him and he wrapped his shoulders around me to steady me.
“I think you better stop drinking” he ordered.
I nodded and leaned onto him and could feel my head getting heavy. He suggested that he send me home again and in my drunken stupor, I agreed. I left the club without telling my friends and in a flash, I was once again in the passenger seat of Daniel’s car. I dozed off every now and then and suddenly felt like puking. Daniel must have seen me and slowed the car to a stop just in time to lean over and open the passenger side door for me. I instinctively put my head out of the car and puked. Puking was like a jump start to my body’s system. I was wide awake and 100% sober after puking. I leaned back once again on the seat and Daniel passed me a tissue.
“Better?” he asked.
“Ya.. But very hungry now.. Haha.. " somehow I was at ease with Daniel.
“Wanna eat prata?” he suggested.
I nodded as I was really hungry. I don’t know how long I lasted before I dozed off into sleep again. The next time I opened my eyes, Daniel was once again nudging my shoulder like the very first time he sent me home. I looked around and realised that I wasn’t near any parking lot. I was in his front yard.
“Why you bring me to your house?” I was a little apprehensive.
“You were in such a deep sleep, don’t worry. I can cook maggi for you” he assured me.
“Is anyone home?” I asked.
“No. I live here alone.” he answered.
“In such a big house? Alone?” I was suspicious.
“Yes. My family house. My parents moved out because my mum and dad couldn’t use the stairs anymore” he assured me.
He left the car and I sat in it alone. He opened his house door and signalled for me to enter. I left the car apprehensively and stumbled behind him. There was still quite a bit of alcohol in me I guess. He went off into the kitchen and I sat on the living room sofa. My mind was on high alert at this point as I was unsure about my surroundings. But my body was too tired and I fell asleep.. again. I woke up again when I felt someone lifting my legs. I opened my eyes and saw Daniel moving both my legs onto the sofa so that I could sleep lying down.
“Just go sleep. No need to eat already” He comforted me.
I immediately pushed myself off the sofa and said that I should eat it since he already cooked it for me. I sat on the floor and started eating, I could feel my body getting stronger with every bite of food. I was completely awake by now, albeit still a little high and with a heavy head. Daniel sat beside me and enjoyed his own bowl of noodles. He threw some luncheon meat from his bowl into mine and I immediately thew them back saying that I was full. We continued throwing the luncheon meat to and fro for a couple more times before he missed and it dropped onto my dress. We laughed hysterically and he leaned over to help clean my dress.
“Ehh.. " I exhaled instinctively and curled up my legs when he pressed against my inner thigh.
“Sorry” he mumbled, still laughing.
I laughed it off as well and he moved his face closer and closer to mine. Before I knew what was happening, we were kissing again. A lot more vigorous than before, my head was basically bent backwards, resting on the sofa seat while we made out. His right hand touched my entire body from the outside. It was as if he was giving me a security pat down. He moved his hand up my dress and after some maneuvering, touched my pussy for the first time.
“Mmmm!!” I semi-screamed into his mouth.
“Why? What’s wrong?” He asked.
I turned away shyly and pulled my skirt down. Daniel didn’t stop and started to kiss my cheek, ear and slowly made his way to my mouth again. This time round, I didn’t resist and granted him full access. He soon pulled me on top of him and we continued to make out on his living room floor, leaning against his sofa. My dress was all the way up to my chest now and both his hands were fondling with my boobs. He expertly reached behind and removed my bra. I could feel his hardon poking out of his pants and rubbing against my pussy.
Hanky Panky 2
We unlocked our lips and he started to suck on my boobs. I sat on him awkwardly, looking down at him feasting on my boobs. His kisses started to move back up my neck and he sucked on my neck like a vampire.
“It’s going to leave a mark” I pulled away.
“Good… So people will know that you’re mine” he smiled, enjoying himself.
“Take off your dress babe” he requested, pushing me off and sitting on the sofa.
I listened obediently and pulled my dress off. He then pulled me onto the sofa beside him and kissed me again. With one hand on me, he used his other hand and undid his pants, pulling them down. It was the first time I saw his cock. It wasn’t clean shaven but he definitely trimmed it neat. He stopped kissing me and nudged me towards his cock. He could see that I was reluctant but he kept telling me to give it a try. I gave in to his numerous requests and held his cock in my hand before bending over to suck it. I licked the tip of his cock and it tasted super salty. I wanted to spit but there was nowhere to do it so I just let it drip down his cock while I slowly started putting more and more of his cock in my mouth. He pushed my head down deep onto his cock but it was too long for me to deep throat the whole thing. There was still a little of his cock left even after I went as deep as I could. I closed my eyes as he started to thrust his cock into my mouth. I was gagging and my mouth generated a lot of saliva. My eyes teared up as well. He stopped pushing my head down after awhile and I went back to giving him normal blowjob.
“Wow… You are pretty good Katt” he complimented.
“Mmm.. My ex loves to be given head” I told him.
“Wanna take off your underwear?” he hinted, pulling onto the sides of my panty.
“What you wanna do?” I asked, slipping off my underwear.
“You know what I wanna do Katt” he smiled.
He pulled my legs towards him and pushed me down. I laid down on the sofa with my legs spread. He knelt down on the ground and pulled me to the edge of the sofa before burying his head inbetween my legs. I shyly covered my pussy and told him that I wanted to go clean up first. He insisted that it was fine and that since I sucked on his cock, he would now reciprocate and eat my pussy out. He pushed my hand away and started to eat my pussy. He made me feel in a way I have never felt before. He definitely know a good mix between fingering and sucking of my clit. I came within 5 minutes and my body tensed up, slightly clamping his head between my thighs. He knew he did a good job based on how much I gripped at his hair and how muffled my moans had become. He sat down beside me after my orgasm passed and waited to claim his reward. He signalled for me to get ontop of him.
“No condom?” I asked.
“You mind? I have it there actually” he pointed to one of the drawers.
“Of course.. Where is it?” I stood up.
He pointed where the condoms were and I fetched them. At that time, I felt like a prostitute that is servicing her client instead of a typical ONS. I sat beside him and put on the condom before climbing on top of him. I inserted his cock into my pussy and slowly sat down. His cock was definitely longer than my ex but my ex’s cock was thicker. As I sat down, I felt his cock reaching depths that my ex had never reached before. It was.. weird?
“Fuck you are tight” he moaned.
“Mmm.. " was all I could manage as I bobbed up and down his cock.
“My turn now” he ordered and held onto my ass.
I stopped moving and it was his turn to do the work. His thrusts were definitely more rough and vigorous than mine. He slammed his cock deep into my pussy with every thrust and he went quick too. I leaned forwards and clutched tightly only the sofa as I muffled my moans. Sex with my ex was pretty vanilla, this was the roughest and most satisfying sex I’ve had. He was giving my pussy a proper beating. His thrusts slowed to a stop and he pushed me off him. He then got ontop of me and fucked me missionary. My legs rested on his shoulders as he started fucking me with slow and deep thrusts.
“Ahhh.. Ahhh.. Mmm.. Ahhh.. Ahh.. Ahhh” I moaned with his every thrust, my eyes closed.
What’s next?
He pushed so deep into me that my knees were bouncing off my boobs with each thrust. He increased his pace and the thrusts began to hurt me a little. I was in a mix of pleasure and pain. I gripped tightly on the sofa sheets and squeezed my eyes shut. It’s a weird feeling really. The best way to describe it… it felt like picking at a scab.. it hurts.. but at the same time we pick at it because it feels good. A good mix between pleasure and pain.
“Open your eyes” he demanded.
“Mmmm.. Noo.. " I moaned in pleasure and pain.
“You’re getting tighter” he commented, noticing that my moans were becoming muffled again.
I didn’t reply as, like he mentioned, I was indeed cumming. I felt my body tense up and could feel my ears getting flushed red. I came again and Daniel started to slow his thrusts down to a stop and took his cock out from my beaten pussy. My pussy was all warm from the friction caused by the intense rubbing. He climbed ontop of me and knelt before my face, peeling off the condom.
“My turn to cum now baby” he poked his cock into my mouth.
“Look up at me” he demanded.
I did as I was told and sucked on his cock for a couple of minutes as his moans became the soundtrack. He withdrew his cock and jerked himself off in front of my face. I pushed myself away, anticipating what’s to come. He moved himself forward everytime I pushed back and I had nowhere else to go after a couple of pushes.
“Don’t want” I said finally, turning away.
“Come on babe. You can close your eyes.” he offered.
Before I could agree to anything, I felt my cheek being sprayed by what felt like warm jets of water, except it was cum. I immediately tried to turn my entire body but I was trapped under him and so were my arms. A few more jets of cum sprayed down on me and it got in my hair and some on my years.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you la!!!” I screamed, as I struggled to break free.
“Sorry babe.. Just had to do it” he panted, getting off me.
“What the fuck?! I said no right?!” I complained, clean the cum off with my hands.
Daniel apologised profusely and passed me a handful of tissues, even helping me to clean up. Irritated would be an understatement. I was throwing a bitch fit. Daniel sniggered as he helped me. And he started to laugh openly after a couple minutes.
“Funny?!” I was still mad.
“Yes. You are so cute when you’re mad” he held onto my shoulders and inspected my face.
“All cleaned up. No more cum left baby” he finished his inspection.
“Fuck you” I pushed him away and walked into the kitchen looking for the toilet.
“Its to the left” he told me.
I went in and rinsed a tissue under the tap and dabbed my face with it. Daniel entered the toilet soon after me and told me to take a proper shower. He had extra clothes for me. I was reluctant at first as I wanted to go home that night. But I felt all dirty and sticky and it took little convincing for me to decide to shower. I was still mad at Daniel and pushed him out of the toilet before I hopped into the shower. He passed me a towel when I was done and I exited the toilet wrapped in the towel. He then pass me some clothes to wear. I sat on the sofa and untied my hair. Checking my phone, I saw that I had a total of 13 missed calls from my friends. I called back to tell them that I was fine and not to worry about me. It was 5:15AM.
I have no idea how long Daniel showered for but I fell asleep on the sofa and the next time I opened my eyes, I could see that the sun was up. I turned over and saw Daniel behind, spooning me. I took his arm off me and went to the toilet to freshened myself up. Daniel was still asleep when I returned so I nudged him awake and told him to send me home.
“What?? Wait.. What?? What time is it?” he was in a daze.
“Send me home. I need to go home. It’s 11AM now” I demanded.
“Ok.. Wait.. Let me go wash up” he slowly got up.
I wanted to change back to the dress I wore last night but it was a little clingy and damp. So I opted to continue wearing Daniel’s tshirt and boxers. After waiting for about 5 minutes, Daniel reappeared and led me out the house. I followed behind quietly and sat int he car as he opened the door for me.
“Wanna go for breakfast?” he asked.
“No.. Just take me home. My parents are going to kill me” I replied.
“Ok.. You look spectacular without makeup by the way” he added.
“Hmm?? Thanks… But I’m just like any other girl without makeup” I said.
“No no.. You are being modest. You know you are pretty. You just don’t wanna admit it” he claimed.
“Ok ok.. Thank you” I gave up.
I was soon underneath my block. Daniel told me to call him when I got home. I didn’t. But I found out that I had either left my panties in his car or in his living room as it wasn’t with me when I dumped my dress into the laundry basket. I felt extremely tired and decided to sleep the afternoon away.
I woke up around 5PM that evening to see that I had several text messages from Daniel. The first one asking me why I didn’t text him when I was home and the subsequent ones were to ask me to call him when I’m awake and whether I was free that night. I was well rested now and was overcome by a surge of regret for what I had done the previous night. In my mind, I was certain that Daniel now saw me as some cheap slut that he managed to bang after 3 meetings. At 6PM, Daniel called me.
“Hello?” I grumbled.
“Hey Katt. You still mad?” he asked.
“No.. Not anymore..” I replied.
“Meet me tonight for some dinner??” he asked.
“No.. I have school tomorrow.” I informed him.
“You can stay over my place. I can send you to school” he argued.
“No… I think last night was a mistake” I told him.
“What? Why? I thought we had a good thing going?” he sounded irritated.
“I’m not some easy girl ok. Sorry if I gave that impression. It was a mistake. Bye.” I disconnected.
Daniel called back immediately but I ignored it. However, he persisted and it started to get irritating so I relented.
“What you want?” I was irritated.
“Firstly, you are not some ONS that I picked up. I genuinely am interested in you. Secondly, I felt that we had a nice thing going. So I have no idea why you are so fucking pissed. And lastly, your underwear is still with me. What do you want me to do with it?” he explained angrily.
“I just felt that way. Got that vibe off you” I explained.
“No. I am not like that. Come down in 20 minutes. I don’t care if you are angry or not. If you’re not down, then I’ll just throw your stuff out the window” this time, he disconnected.
I was taken aback by his sudden assertiveness and suddenly felt a little guilty for throwing a tantrum. No idea why I felt that way once again. But I went down as I was told and waited for him. He arrived and signalled for me to get in. I entered the car and he passed me a plastic bag with my underwear in it.
“So what now?” he demanded.
Making Up
I sat in the car in silence as I could see that Daniel was pissed off. I didn’t know what to do so I started rolling the plastic bag handles nervously. We continued sitting in silence for a couple more minutes before Daniel broke the silence.
“Are you going to say anything?” he finally demanded.
“Why you so angry?” I asked
“Why I so angry?! You are the one that made it seem like I’m making use of you earlier!” he retorted.
I was taken aback by his fury and was once again stumped for words. I was a little afraid to be honest. We sat in silence once again.
“So you going to keep quiet again? Fucking childish” he remarked.
“How I know what the fuck you want? You are so much older than me, you cannot blame me for thinking that way right?! And childish?!!? I’m 18!” I screamed.
I grabbed my stuff and attempted to open the door to leave but it was locked. By the time I fiddled the lock open, Daniel was already holding on to my arm.
“Okok.. You have the right to be childish.” He tried to calm me down.
I cannot really remember what else he said to me at this point as I was fuming mad as well. All I remember was Daniel trying to calm me down and he succeeded as I went for dinner with him that night. The previous time we had dinner, it was at a pretty secluded area and we were covered in relative darkness. We had dinner in a mall this time and I definitely noticed that people were looking at us. I might have been paranoid or something but I kept my distance from Daniel when we walked. Daniel definitely noticed this. After dinner, he drove us to a pub which I later found out was owned by his friend.
“So.. you don’t like to be seen in public with me?” he took a sip of beer.
“Huh?? No la.. " I too took a sip of my beer.
“Come on.. You can be honest. It’s fine” he said.
“It’s just… a little weird for me? First time going on a date with someone so much older” I said honestly.
“I see.. hurt me little though” he seemed sad.
“Huh? Don’t be sad please.. I’m sorry. I promise to not do it again” I mumbled.
He smiled and continued drinking. Daniel’s friend then joined our table for about 10 minutes before leave us alone. He teased us quite a bit before leaving though. And I hated it. We didn’t finish the jug of beer we had but decided to leave. Daniel’s friend came out to walk us to the door.
“Eh take care bro! Don’t drive ah! You can drive not Katt??” the friend asked.
“Huh? No no.. I cannot drive” I said.
“Really ah? Then you better drive slowly ah Daniel” he warned.
“Chill man. It’s fine. Not my first time.” he assured his friend.
We walked to the car and I could see Daniel stumbling a little. He must have driven drunk all the previous times he took me home from the club but now that I was sober (didn’t drink much) I was a little afraid.
“Are you sure you are ok?” I asked as we entered the car.
“Yes yes.. I send you home before when I drank much more” he assured me.
“Maybe you should rest first” I suggested.
“Nah.. Later got people see you out with me” he remarked.
“Are you still angry about that? I already said I was sorry.. " I apologised.
“Haha.. Okkkk.. I know you are sorry. Just a little disappointed.” he started the engine.
“Why disappointed? I didn’t mean it la.. Sorry..” I apologised again.
“It’s ok.. I know that I’m older” he started to drive.
“Nooo.. Its not ok. I don’t like to disappoint people. Can you not be like this?” I pleaded.
“How you gonna make me not feel this way?” he asked.
“What you want??” I asked immediately.
He turned the car around and didn’t exit the carpark. Instead, he drove back to the exact lot we were in and parked.
“I don’t want you to feel like I’m making use of you. So you can say no” he warned.
“Ok.. What??”
“I want you to do that special thing you can do with your mouth” he smiled.
“Here?!?” I looked around the carpark.
“Yeah.. It can also be seen as rest time from all that alcohol.” he rubbed his hands on my thigh.
“Really??” I asked again.
He nodded his head and I unbuckled my seatbelt. He saw that as a sign that I agreed and unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers aside to reveal his flaccid cock.
“Keep a lookout ok” I said as I leaned over.
Learning The Ropes
He leaned back to push his cock out even more as I held it in my hands and started stroking. I sucked on his cock when it became semi-erect and after twirling my tongue around a few times, it became fully erect. He pushed my head down deeper to deep throat him. A lot of saliva was beginning to drip down and his pants was getting a little wet.
“Eh keep it in your mouth” he ordered.
“Mmm.. Don’t want disgusting” I looked up.
“No do it.. You should learn. Try.” he ordered.
“But taste very disgusting” I resisted.
“Just try it once” he insisted.
I obliged and tried keeping the saliva and pre-cum in my mouth by continuously sucking. Soon my mouth was almost full and I looked for somewhere to spit. He unlocked the doors and I opened mine and spit it out of the car. It tasted disgusting. Extremely salty with a very strong aftertaste. I leaned back over to continue sucking his cock. His hands started to roam and he squeezed my boobs with my tshirt still on.
“I’m going to cum” he informed me.
“Ok.” I took his cock out of mouth and started stroking it with my hands.
“What you doing??” he asked.
“Huh? Making you cum??” I replied.
“Ya. Continue sucking babe.” he sounded bemused.
“Then you going to cum in my mouth?” I asked, but deep down I knew the answer.
“Ya. I like it a lot. Do it for me?” he asked.
“But I hate it. I tried with my ex” I pleaded.
“Do it for me. See.. my cumming feeling going away already” he nudged me back down towards his cock.
I reluctantly placed his cock back into my mouth and started sucking again. Pretty soon he told me that he was cumming. Wanting to make him happy, I kept my head down and allowed him to cum in my mouth. But he held onto my head to made sure he could cum into my mouth anyway. Jets of hot cum blasted into my mouth and the moment it hit my taste bud, I get reminded of the first time I tasted cum, and how much I hated it. I slowly pulled my head away after he stopped cumming.
“Let me see” he requested.
“Ahhh” I opened my mouth.
“Swallow” he smiled.
“Mmmm!” I shook my head in protest.
“Please?? Try a bit” he pleaded.
I relented and swallowed a bit before I gagged and immediately opened the door to spit the rest out. Daniel started laughing in the car while he took tissues out to clean up the mess on his crotch and passed me a few to clean myself up.
“Damn disgusting” I coughed.
“Haha. You should be glad I’m not asking you to clean the rest up” he pointed to his crotch.
“Clean it yourself la” I threw the tissue box at him.
He laughed slowly finish cleaning up before driving off. Surprisingly, no one came near vicinity while we were doing our thing. My mother called me while I was still in the car, to ask my whereabouts. I told her I was working and that I would be home soon.
“Your mum?” he asked.
“Yup” I replied.
“She worried about you?” he asked.
“Hmm.. Not worried? More like just calling in to check. They know I’m quite independent and can take care of myself and stuff” I nodded.
“So.. how about staying over at my place today?” he asked.
“I don’t think so.. I have school tomorrow” I told him.
“Dinner tomorrow then?” he wasn’t giving up.
“I can’t. I have work.” I informed him.
“But the last time we met on a Monday” he insisted.
“Ya.. My work is based on a schedule what. It’s not the same every week” I told him.
“Oh.. Maybe you should stop working. You don’t earn much there right?” he suggested.
“Enough to get by” I said.
“Stop working la” he held onto my hand as he drove.
“Then you take care of me ah?” I sighed.
“Ya. Tell me how much you earning. I give you more. Then you no need to work. Can accompany me.” he replied immediately.
“Huh? Sure not? Haha” I assumed he was kidding.
“I’m serious. You think about it and tell me again” he smiled.
We continued talking about rubbish while driving home. He pulled me in for a kiss when we reached my house and he playfully fondled my body again. I told him to stop which he did not, until I held his hands together.
“Leave it here” he pointed at the plastic bag with my underwear.
“Eeee.. You pervert?” I laughed.
“Fair trade what” he smiled.
“What trade??” I was honestly curious.
“You didn’t check your bag yesterday?” he asked.
“What bag? My clutch?” I looked at him.
“Ya.” he nodded.
“Nope. I just left it on the table. Why?” I asked.
“Just go check it and you will know why” he smiled.
“Ok” and I gather my stuff to leave.
“Eh wait wait.. " he pulled me in for another kiss and forcefully pushed his hand down my pants to touch my pussy.
“Mmmm.” I screamed while our lips were locked, and tried pushing him away.
“You super horny” I said before leaving the car.
I got home that day and took a shower and brushed my teeth and gargled listerine at least 3 times. I checked my clutch and realised that he had placed the Chanel necklace that he tried giving me before, in it.
“When did you put it in?!?” I texted him.
“Secret
You cannot reject it now” he replied.
“Tsk.. Thanks la.” I replied.
“No need to thank me.. Just swallow everything next time. Not little bit only
" he replied.
“Fuck you” I put down my phone and dried my hair before going to bed.