by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 117
“Well…” “Well what?” “Why don’t you call your girls again?” He said, “They so sick a rat wouldn’t go near’em. Carrie, we been through this before and you always get treated like a lady. What makes you think it gonna be any different?”
I said, “Because I don’t like being treated like trash.” He said, “I don’t treat any woman like trash. You ask any of them. All the girls here can go when they want.” He knew I knew that they all respected him. And I did too. I guess I was being a bit difficult, which I’m known to be. I am pretty selfish at times. It’s something I’ve been wanting to work on.
“Just make sure you tell the john that I’m not a whore.” “He’s paying extra ‘cause you ain’t one.” I said, “Tell him I’m doing you a favor. Tell him, I don’t do favors like this often. “I’ll do that. Rest assured I’ll do that. No you go dress like I told you. I’ll be there in a half hour.” He was.
He took me to that abandoned gas station. He opened the car door for me. The john was waiting. He took a good look at me and said to Little John, “Hey, you weren’t kidding. She is a movie star.” Not quite, but I guess I would do. Then Little John took me to the back of the gas station where the mattress was. He walked about thirty feet away and stood by a door that squeaked off its hinge. I waited all alone.
The john, feeling a bit uncomfortable, said to Little John, “I thought you said you had a place.” Little John said, “Tell me you don’t want her, I’ll take you to a place.” The guy forked over the money and walked over to the mattress. It was big money which meant the john gets to fuck me like I’m his girlfriend.
I lifted up my cashmere sweater and took it off. No bra as requested. The john dropped his jaw. “Oh, shit, you’re fucking amazing. ” He liked my wide sloping tits. But it was my long erect nipples that really turned him on. They way they strutted out made me look like I had been totally activated.
I undid my jeans, slipped them off and stood there in the moonlight just in a skimpy lace white panty, a little ruffled from what happened earlier that evening. The john fumbled with his clothing and when he was half undressed he approached me and beheld my breasts and measured my nipples with his fingertips. “Oh, they’re fucking amazing.” He wanted to kiss me but I wouldn’t let him.
Little John pointed to the mattress, he wanted me to hurry up. I gave him the finger: I’ll take my time. So when the john tried to kiss me again I let him nibble and to my surprise he explored my body quite thoughtfully, feeling the goods, telling me how beautiful I was, and how fucking great my tits were. I can’t say I didn’t like that. And in the moonlight I guessed it only sounded better. I got a bit coy and said, “Your cock is nice, too.”
I stroked his shaft and got to know it. He said, “You like it?” I nodded affirmatively. He put has hands on my flimsy little panty. “You wear such pretty things.” I said, “A pretty girl has to.” He kissed me and made his way down to my tits. I rubbed my hands over his shoulders. He was strong. I trembled as he sucked my nipples.
He lowered my panty and showed me off to himself. I like being showed off. Ever since I was a teenager and our manservant walked in and caught me undressed. I’d pretend that it was nothing while he helped me find my things.
“Full bush?” I said, “I prefer it that way, now .” “Not many these days. But yours is nice. Real nice.” He didn’t waste anymore time. He handily slipped off my panties, gave a toss, put me down on the mattress and muffed me. The john was good. He knew where my G spot was. His tongue became a good neighbor.
