by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 74
After that little incident with Reginald, the kid became himself again, now that he had me all to himself. He put his arm around my waist and was free with his hand slipping it into my panty as we walked.
Just touching me there makes me walk with a long nice sexy glide. People watched, but he did what he wanted without being distracting. My ripe breasts bounced and swayed and that was nice. It was nice walking along the surf being held around the waist by someone I liked. He commented how smooth and golden my skin was. Then he tested how far he could hurt me. He got pretty far until he heard me moan. He let go of my butt and I rubbed. It felt good. But I didn’t tell him.
The he surprised me when he said, “Tell me about yourself.” Guys rarely ask me that. They’re too busy impressing me to know that to impress me is to be concerned about me. “What do you want to know?” “Oh, anything.” I laughed and said, “I’m beautiful.” “No shit.” We both laughed.
“How do you know Vance?” “I know his aunt.” “Are you married?” “No.” “Are you in love.” “I was.” He knew I meant it. My emotions became raw for a second and revealed a deep hurt. “But you’re not now.” I said, “Let’s talk about something else.” He pressed on. “With that black guy?” “No. He just fucked me.”
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe we ought to talk about something else.” But he didn’t. “Have a lot of black guys fucked you?” “Why?” He didn’t want to show that it might bother him so he said, “Just asking.” I said, “Anything wrong with them fucking me?”
He said, “No.” We stopped and let the surf roll past our feet. He put his hand to my waist. “I want to own you.” I liked that, but wasn’t sure he understood what he said. He put his hands on my large breasts stroking and enjoying their firmness. Strollers gawked and those in the water surfaced to find a nice sight. He kissed me and it was good. “How do you want to own me?”
“You’ll see.” I liked that because if he had told me then I wouldn’t have let him. If you want to own me, you don’t tell me what you’re going to do. You make me do it. He took me by the wrist, not the hand, letting me know he was in control. I liked that and followed him to the dunes beyond the beach. When we got there he put me on the ground, tugged off my panty and did what he had been meaning to do.
He knew, maybe by my eyes, or maybe by my moans that I hadn’t been fucked in a while and that I was beyond horny. He fucked me long and slowly holding my legs back and wide pumping me good and steady. I was oddly quiet. Though I moaned it was a low submissive panting, out of breath, lots of voice breaking and sudden gasps of breath. I cried it had been so long and when I put my hands on his face and wheezed, “Don’t stop,” he pumped me even deeper, owning me with his cock, my true master.