by Carrie
I leaned into Trevor and said, “Your friend is getting on my nerves.” He said, “That boat in the harbor…” I looked out. There it was, half an ocean liner. “That’s his.” I looked at the friend. Our eyes met. I smiled. I like boats.
My nipples were getting a lot of attention. I like that and so did Trevor. If I leaned back and giggled, my breasts lifted. And if I leaned over and laughed my cleavage was exposed. No matter how I sat or moved the people kept their eyes on me. But we were all giggling and having fun. The wine was good and it was numbing out anything but laughs, and I suppose we were all comfortably sloppy about ourselves, especially me.
Trevor leaned over and kissed me and dropped his hand right under my breast then down into my lap. It took just a second but it was to show that I was his. I wanted him to put his hand lower but he didn’t. I held it and that was all I was going to get.
One of the girls sitting across from me asked about my collar and stuff I had worn at the beach party– as if it were just a passing thought. But it was more. The clue was the way she subconsciously touched her neck. She said, “Do you find it well, exciting?” She meant to say, I find it exciting.
She asked, “It’s just for fun. Isn’t it? The little game you play.” I asked, “What little game?” She blushed. Trevor leaned over and said, “I’m going to let someone fuck you later.” I didn’t think he’d ever say that. I was startled. But I tried hard not to show my feelings. My obedience required that. Maybe I hadn’t been thinking, so covetous of the attention he showered on me.
I tested him, “Are you sure?” He kissed me behind the ear and said, “Yes.” Trevor’s desire to pimp me was a test of my obedience. I said, “Then you don’t need to ask next time.” The were a sudden gleam in his eye, an appreciation of what I was to him, my obedience so perfect.
When we left the restaurant one of the guys from another table, not the yacht man, met us outside. Trevor merely said, “This is Carrie.” The guy took my hand and I went with him to the beach. We didn’t go very far when he pulled me to him with his hungry hands. I obediently put my arms around him and he said, “They’re nice. Very nice,” as he stroked my full breasts. I raised my arms and he lifted my slip dress over my head and dropped it on the sand. It wasn’t going to be long.
He lowered me to the ground and kissed me all over. I was obedient and responded as such but not more. He put his hand on my thighs; I opened my legs wide. He touched my hips; I lifted up my bottom; he took off little my panties. I brought my legs back and he opened them wider. He was big, hungry big. I guided him into me, sunk my back deep into the sand and obediently got fucked. I quietly moaned to a more obedient and distant pleasure, but to an even more disciplined cock.
When he was done with me he returned me to Trevor who was waiting near the restaurant by the dock. He was smoking a cigar, a glass of brandy in one hand. I sat down and took the other glass waiting for me. He pulled my chair to him, put his arm around me and said, “I love you…”
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 157
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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