He unclasped my bra, let it dangle, and cupped my breast with his other hand. His fingers felt like ice, but ice that could feel. Then he got lucky. Real lucky My nipples when of notion extend a good inch. As he babied his other finger on my clit he pinned my extended nipple with the tips of his two fingers and rationed each squeeze until I moaned the way he wanted me.
“Does that hurt?” “Oh. Yes. Very much so.” I lowered my head as I sucked in the pain counting away as if there were some number to release me. My hips, wanting to be independent of me, were gyrating in slowly curved circles, obedient to the pleasure yet dumb of the pain. “And that?” I shut my eyes then spoke, “Yes. It hurts.” A deeper squeeze. “I said it hurts.”
With a guiding and firm hand he pushed my back downward so that I’d spread out wider. My hands slid down the soot grimed wall. My fingers tired to grab onto the edges of the old bricks and hold on. Then he pinched my nipple even harder, “Oh god! Stop!” Not a chance. He continued babying my clit to counter balance the pain. He was cruel but the pleasure was undeniable.
I expected to be spanked. I was ready to be spanked. I even told him. He said, “You want to be spanked?” I said, “I’m ready.” He grabbed my hair, pushed me into the brick wall, removed his fingers from my cunt, slapped my bottom, not once but a half a dozen times hot and hard like a bristling whip, then slipped off his belt, folded it and strapped my already sore bottom cheek to cheek like folding waves. He was hot. Very hot. I cried and gulped my cries as he whipped me good. He said I needed it and he gave it to me the way a girl who needs it should get it and I hollered the way a girl who gets it.
He reached over and with both hands grabbed each nipple and squeezed. “Oh my god. Oh shit. Stop!” With a taunting grin, “What’s the matter Ms. Dupree?” “Please stop. It hurts..” “Does this hurt?” He slipped his cock into me. He pulled my nipples and pushed his thing in deeper.
My bottom, sore and very eager to be pleasured, lifted up high to take it all in. He wore no protection. I knew he’d come in me full. I knew I’d be dripping but I didn’t care. My bottom rocked up and down in that maddening rhythm of a girl deep into her fucking.
The easy rhythm had turned into mad shaking. The gentle fucking and pinching was now a free for all fucking. I wanted to be fucked. I needed to be fucked and I didn’t care who saw or heard me as long as he kept fucking me and spanking me and hitting my bottom hot and hard as he fucked me good and hard. I was crying “Make me come. Oh god yes. Yes. Make me come…” He smacked and smacked and smacked my bottom. I couldn’t get enough
Then he shot his load. Too soon. I wanted more. I was angry. Cheated again. The wetness swelled. The desire for more spooled out my brain. I had been cheated, purposely cheated. He spread my cheeks and watched the cum drip out. Satisfied he moved away. It was all over. I pulled up my panty, got dressed, and quickly straightened myself out.
He waited for me. It took me a second longer. “You look fine.” I said, “My hands.” He opened a bottle of Perrier and I cleaned myself off. We exited the service entrance into the bright sun and busy afternoon.
He took out his card and handed it to me. I held it. He said, “What’s the matter?” “I just want you to know that I have several people who spank me.” “I understand.” “As long as you understand.”
I took another moment of pause and said, “How about Thursday?” “Thursday?” I said, “Thisley will be off.” “I’ll see you then at your place.” I dropped his card into my bag. I didn’t shake his hand or give the quick kiss. I turned and went home. As soon as I walked in I jotted down Trevor for Thursday.
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 154, by Carrie
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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