by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 60
Jane has always been a girl of sound mind and of the highest propriety and decency, so when I found Jane sitting next to Little John on my new Colatti sofa, I feared for her. She was wearing a little mini and heels and a white tank top, the wrong outfit. Somehow her top was rolled half way up. Her head was slightly bowed. She seemed unsure, as if she didn’t know what to do. I knew black guys didn’t turn her on. She never was curious about them even though she knew several of them fucked me. So there wasn’t a chance Little John could seduce her the way he had seduced me. I got closer and listened:
“I’m unlucky with men. They don’t want me.”
“Jane, you mean they don’t look at you?”
“They look, they all look, but….”
“But what?”
“I want to be like Carrie. Happy like Carrie.”
“You’re a beautiful girl. You should always be happy and somebody ought to be makin you happy all the time.” She bashfully nodded, but worried over Little John’s hands as he pinched up her tank top a little more. “You need someone to take care of you, admire you, love you. Someone to give yourself to. Someone to protect you. But no one’s there to give that to you.” She agreed.
“You’re tired of fightin. Deep down you just want to give yourself over and let some shinin knight sweep you off the ground to love you and protect you.” A lonely fashionable white girl with brilliantly good looks and bad luck with men had suddenly found someone who could talk to her.
Little John lifted her tank top a little higher. She seemed concerned, but she kept her eyes deep into his. “You’re ready to give yourself to that kind of man. We both know that.” Her lace white bra was now exposed. Her gorgeous cleavage revealed itself. Jane looked so incredibly pretty, so wholesome and clean, yet very sexy. Jane was always careful over who would get her goods. Like me she could be very picky. Little John dropped his voice. “You’re tired of being that girl who is alone every night cause no man will commit to you. It’s drivin you crazy havin to do yourself every night.” She was embarrassed, and I was for her, too, but it was true.
Jane bashfully watched Little John move his hand over her smooth creamy thigh then under her little mini. “You want somebody to love you, somebody you can surrender yourself completely.” Again she nodded in agreement and shuddered as he slipped his hand further up. She threw her head back and allowed herself a little moan.
“And you’re dying to give yourself away to a man like that and never have to worry about a thing again in this world.” Jane stared at his hand as it did what it wanted. He then slipped it under her bra and took hold of those lovely breasts and enjoyed them. She watched, surprised, more at herself than at Little John. Then he said to her, “I can see it in your eyes. You’re afraid. Afraid of what you, not what I, may do.” She froze her eyes dead on him. He had spoken the truth. “Well, don’t be afraid. I’m here to protect you, love you, just like I do Carrie.” He had said the magic word.
He didn’t even bother to unzip her little skirt. He put one arm around her waist and gripped the little mini. The unintended embrace made her blush. He gave a nice tug that made her hips swivel. She pursed her lips and cautioned, “Please don’t.” Little John tugged again. “Please. Little John, respect me. I’m a good girl. My dad wouldn’t like a stranger playing with me.”
Maybe, but she did nothing when Little John tugged down her little mini, helpless as he did what he wanted. She sat there in her frilly lace white v-string panty looking so terribly alone. Little John pushed back her hair and kissed her gently on the cheek for reassurance. She offered a tender but scared smile.
Then he reached back and unclasped her bra. She turned back as if to stop him, but she remained speechless as she watched her lacy bra dangle. Her tits were fuller than I had thought. Little John cupped them in his hand as if to show her what she had. He kissed her again. She shut her eyes as if it might hurt. Her arms remained at her side, limp, but her tongue got busy.
Little John knew what she needed even though she wasn’t sure herself and he told her. “A girl like you desperately needs to be lovingly controlled. She can’t admit it, but she knows it. It only takes the right man and the girl is ready. I will protect you, love you and you will give yourself completely.” He lifted up her legs and tossed off her hot little panties then, without any resistance, he finished undressing her.
She laid there, head cocked to the side, arms limp. Then Little John motioned and a man came into view. He was naked and hard, big and hard. I recognized him. He was one of the black johns that fuck me on Wednesdays. But the john wasn’t as gentle as Little John. He pulled sweet Jane to him and brought her thighs back and opened them. In a tiny voice she cried, “Please don’t.” But he did. She looked so cute in her page boy haircut and button nose, yet so serious as he fucked her.
I would’ve watched more, but the door swung open. Little John had caught me red handed. He didn’t like my snooping. “I’m not snooping, you jerk!” I knew right then and there that I was going to get punished. He took me by the wrist and escorted me to the next room where he promptly put me over his knee, lifted up my little skirt and spanked me hot with my panties down. That’s why I’ve been standing while writing this down.