Natasha bullied me in school. I fucked her dad and sent her the evidence

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Just writing out that title has me thinking that maybe I was a bit too much of a bitch, but I don’t know haha…

Natasha (not her real name) bullied me. Whether she was calling me names or making mean comments, she made a lot of my school life hell – I don’t want you to feel sorry for me, that’s not what this is.

Anyway, we live in a bit of a small town where everyone knows everyone and I was earning myself a bit of a reputation since leaving school. Around New Year, I was out with a few friends celebrating Christmas and New Year etc. when a guy starts hitting on me at the bar. I do get hit on quite a bit – not being big headed, just honest – but this guy kept my attention. I knew I recognised him from somewhere but couldn’t quite place it. As we were talking, flirting, joking, he told me he had a daughter my age and told me her name. So that was where I knew him from.

He asked if I knew her. I said “not really, no”. And we proceeded to flirt. But that had definitely piqued my interest. I’m a big believer that people should be made to face the consequences of their actions and, while Natasha’s dad went to the toilet, I came up with my plan.

He wasn’t back long before I started to make out with him. And just a few minutes later I suggested that we head back to his place.

We arrived back at his place. I saw photos of Natasha in the living room as we made our way to his bedroom. He asked me to suck his dick, which I did. And I asked him, in return, if he could take some photos of us together. I told him it really turned me on and that I liked to look back on them later. He was a bit hesitant at first but the blood was flowing elsewhere and he agreed.

I sucked him. I rode him. I let him get on top of me and I let him fuck me from behind. He came inside me once. He came on my face once. And all the while he was taking photos of us in the act. I made sure to get a couple that showed his face as well as his cock, so that I could prove who he was when I needed to.

He was a pretty good fuck. That shouldn’t go missing in this story. He was good. He made me feel good. He made me moan and groan quite loudly – and I do get loud – and I was very pleased that I’d been able to fuck quite a big cock that night.

I waited a couple of days before contacting Natasha, then saw that she put something on Insta about going out for a birthday meal with her whole family. So I sent her the message “say hi to your dad for me” along with a few select pictures from that night.

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