by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 11
As I approached the entrance of our building, I found Daniel lingering with his usual contemptuous swagger. His hands were slung into his jeans James Dean style, but he couldn’t hide his prep school breeding. He parted his long unruly hair with the back of his thumb and showed me his horny face, ” You look cute today.” I ignored him. I wasn’t interested in satisfying his prurient needs.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side, “Say, thank you.”
“If you don’t mind, I’m going upstairs. Unlike you, I have a job and have to work all day.”
The smart ass said, “Unlike you, I’m still in high school and have to study all say.”
I knew what wanted and knew that he would get it. I didn’t waste time arguing with him.
Daniel took me across the street to Central Park. When we reached a secluded area that satisfied him, he ordered me to get down on my knees. I refused to obey him. He stroked my long lovely hair and tried to kiss me. I turned away and said, “Some day I’ll pay you back for this.” He put his hands around my waist and groped my bottom.
“You prick; leave me alone.”
He took out the miniDV tape and showed it to me, “Why should I?”
I tried to grab it, but he smacked my hand away. He reached for my expensive Hermes handbag. I struggled with him, but he got it away from me and tossed it on the ground. Everything fell out of it. I tired to get it, but he pressed me back up against the rock and slapped me, “It’s time for you to undress.” Had I the nerve I would have punched him, but he was stronger and would have beaten me.
Instead, I gave into the inevitable. I watched him undo each button until my dress limply opened for him. He eagerly ran his hands over my hot body and played with my firm breasts. He grabbed my pantied bottom and squeezed it good and hard. When he was done playing with me he slipped off my dress and dropped it to the ground.
He shamelessly gloated as he purveyed his precious prize. He tugged down my sexy black garter skirt and slipped his fingers into my little panty. He withdrew them and touched his nose. “Like always, so sweet and clean.”
He then pointed to the ground. I was going to be fucked. I knew what to do and I did it. I stepped out of my panty and got on all fours. I received a hot spank on my bottom for my compliance, but that wasn’t enough for him.
He removed his belt and thoroughly spanked me. My stinging bottom made me hotly squeal after each hit. I shook and threw my head. I let out cries that shattered the silence of the little wooded area, but I didn’t beg him to stop. I was too proud. So I took what he gave me and got terribly spanked. Only my squealing and crying revealed how painful my punishment was, and the longer he punished me the hotter would be my fucking.
He finished with my spanking and groped my butt. I felt his shaft aching to get inside of me. He spread my bottom open, and slipped his finger into me. It could have felt good, except that I hated his guts. Unfortunately, he knew how to work my pussy with his fingers. It opened for him and readily accepted his cock.
A prickly shiver went up my spine inviting pleasure that I had no desire to accept. We started to fuck. He fucked me good.
After ten minutes of good fucking, I heard a low creeping sound. I was deathly afraid someone had caught us. I looked back. There stood another boy.
Daniel told him, “She’s yours when I’m done.” I said, “
Daniel, I don’t want him to fuck me.” He answered me by slapping my bottom hot and hard. The boy got down on his knees and watched me get spanked without mercy.
I looked into the boy’s face so he could see my pain and agony. His eyes were wild with prurient passion. His lips were wet and pink, and pursed towards mine. He wanted me more than Daniel. He undressed. I watched his cock bloom into a proud long hard shaft. Soon he would fuck me with it.
My eyes shifted from the boy and wandered out into space as my fucking sent me into a crazed stupor. I wickedly rocked my bottom and wildly shook my hair. I couldn’t help myself and howled Fuck me, Fuck me. The boy groped my hanging tits and put his lips to mine. Daniel leaned back. I heard that familiar sigh of his.
His warm cum rushed into me in quick hot jerks. It was all over. He was done with me. He handed me over to his friend who took me by my arm and dragged me several feet to the bushes.
He wanted me to be fucked on my back, legs up, and face towards him so he could watch me get my fucking. He didn’t have to tell me what to do. I know what a boy wants. I opened my legs wide, brought up my knees to expose my pussy, and waited.
Foolishly I asked him not to fuck me. He laughed. I pleaded with him to be decent with me, to have respect for me and leave. He pushed my arms back over my head and held my wrists. He put his mouth to mine. I tried to turn my head away, but his free hand brought me back to his mouth.
I stopped struggling. I opened my mouth and took his tongue and kissed him they way he wanted. I took all of him and let him know how it was to kiss a woman. He jabbed his hungry cock at me. I took the hot thing and guided it into me.
He looked down at my stuffed pussy and smiled with satisfaction. I look as well, “It’s so big.” He smiled and enjoyed my good tits as we fucked back and forth in an easy but steady rhythm.
I was getting into it. He knew it. My eyes were glazed and my mouth hung wide open. He encouraged me, “Go ahead. Don’t be afraid. Let it out.” I stared into his face and ran my hands through his hair as he continued to encourage me to scream, “Go ahead, enjoy it. Let it out.” I wanted to. I let out a hot cry. “That’s it. That’s right. It’s okay. Go ahead. ” I got louder. “Good girl. That’s it.” He encouraged me on, “Don’t stop.” I didn’t. “Let it all out. Go ahead. Let it all out” I could no longer hold it in. I wildly shook my head and screamed as loud as I could, “Oh God, Fuck me, Fuck me…”
I wouldn’t shut up. I moaned and screamed and begged, “Don’t stop fucking me. Oh, God, don’t stop fucking me.” He didn’t. I pulled and tore at his flesh and pushed him deeper into me. He encouraged me to be wild and nasty, and I gave him my gorgeous body with everything nasty that it had.
And when I thought he was done with me, he pulled me out into the open ground and spanked my bottom good and hot and fucked me doggie style. Two woman wandered through and hid to the side. I didn’t care. I showed them how to get hotly fucked. I showed them what a real bitch in heat could do.
When he was done with me, he pulled out and left me there like a tramp. The two woman waited and then went off to probably masturbate. The boy told me, ” I’m gonna fuck you tomorrow.” I rolled over on my back and regained my defiance, “I wouldn’t count on it.” He said, “I know all about the tape. Meet me here tomorrow at the same time.” “What about, Daniel?” He laughed, “Who’s better? Me or him?” I said, “You both suck, but you last longer.” He liked that, and tossed me my twisted panty and bra.
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Much to the boy’s surprise, I went to my country house the next day for a long weekend. When I returned home I had a welcome surprise. Taylor was busy unpacking my sedan and the doormen were loading the luggage cart. I heard an awful cry and turned around. There was Daniel in a wheel chair with both his legs in casts.
I asked Freddie, one of our doorman, what had happened to Daniel. He said that Daniel had been in a jet ski accident over the weekend. I watched him being wheeled into the building. Someone was going to pay Daniel a condolence visit soon.
The next day I went down to Daniel’s apartment with a fancy gift box. The butler allowed me in, but informed me that Daniel was tired and recuperating in bed. I told him that I thought it might cheer him up if I could personally deliver his get-well gift. Since Daniel’s parent’s were out his butler wasn’t sure what to do. I used a little more charm, and the butler finally relented.
As I approached Daniel’s bedroom I was surprised to find our convalescing friend on the phone giddily talking away. His back was to the door. He was in his wheelchair facing his Park Avenue window. I quietly shut the door.
Daniel was talking to the boy who had fucked me in the park the week before. He was saying, “Yeah, man. She’s got the most amazing tits. You gotta see her when she wears those hip hugging jeans and belly high T-shirts. Her jugs just flop…she’s one fucking hard-on.”
His laughter stopped when I walked into view. He cut off quickly, “I’ll talk to you later…somebody just stopped by.” He hung up and stared at me. “Well, well, the love of my life. The fuck you want?” and reached for the gift. He quickly found out.
I turned his wheelchair around. “The fuck you doing?” I pushed him into the bathroom and shut the door. Then I tilted it straight over. Daniel slid onto the floor. I grabbed both his legs and yanked them out. You should have heard him yell as he reached for his balls. Too bad.
He wasn’t tough at all. It took no time to get him to tell me where he had hidden all the tapes of me getting fucked in the park. I just couldn’t believe how the little prick felt sorry for himself. “You fucking bitch. I won’t be able to walk again.” I laughed, “Really? You mean you won’t be able to fuck me in the park anymore?” Now I was the one in charge and he knew what it felt like to be on the bottom.
He cried like a little boy, Mommy, Daddy, help! It was pathetic. I shut the door to his bathroom and left him in his agony. I found the two tapes, one which was a back up. Then I went to his computer. I was sure he backed it up on his hard drive as well.
I couldn’t find the file. He must have named it something else. No problem. I erased the whole damn hard drive. When I was done, I left the apartment with the two tapes in my handbag. I went upstairs to my apartment, played them, then destroyed them.
Taylor was in my room and gloomily watched, “You should have let me deal with that little bastard.” Taylor was so devoted to me, just as Carlota said. I told him, “I have a more important job for you.” I got on my bed, lifted up my dress and slipped my lacy pink panty down and tossed it, “How about trimming my pussy? I hear you’re pretty good at that.” His gloominess quickly vanished.
Postscript:
Several days later while skate-dancing in the park with Jamil I got a tap on my shoulder. It was the boy. He said to me, ” Gotta hand it to you.” I asked, “Why?” “Skate with me and I’ll tell you.” I wanted to hear what he had to say about Daniel, so I excused myself and skated away from the dance area with him.
He said, ” Daniel is a prick.”
I said, “I thought you were the best of friends.”
“He’s still a prick.”
“You pulled me away to tell me something I already know?”
He said, “He told me what you did to him. He tried to get me to go against you, you know, like be a witness.”
“But you weren’t there.”
The boy said, ” I know I wasn’t there, and if I had been I wouldn’t have done it either. I just thought I’d let you know.”
I said, “You weren’t so nice to me.”
He said, “I wasn’t. But that doesn’t mean a person can’t change.
I said, “I asked you not to fuck me. I asked you not to spank me.”
He looked really remorseful, “I know. Look, I think I can repay you for what I did…”
I said, “You can’t turn back the clock.”
He said, “Yeah, well, I just wanted you to know that I told Daniel to go fuck himself.”
“And I appreciate that.”
He took out a joint and lit it. I said, “You better not smoke that here in the open.” We skated off the park road and sat down behind the bridle path. It was a good joint and we enjoyed smoking it. I started to get a nice buzz. I was wearing a thin white halter that nicely showed my tits and a short jean skirt. I unclipped my skates and took them off and leaned on my side. He did the same and we passed the joint back and forth.
I was really getting giddy. He reached out and put his hand on my arm and said, “You have such lovely skin.” I pushed his hand away, “You’ve already told me that.” Then he reached into his pocket and gave me something. He said, “This one you missed.”
“Friends?” I smiled, “Friends.” This time I let him touch me.
