So I put it to him, “Know how to play?” He said, “Yo, I got Play Station the new hand- held.” I looked at him like he was kidding, but he wasn’t. In a way, I felt sorry for him that he couldn’t read me, take advantage of me. I was standing there in my panties and nothing else in the park, a very naughty thing to do. I said, “You wanted to know if I was a good girl?”
He put his lips to mine. It wasn’t what I wanted. I was just another piece of ass. And anyone who’s been following my diary knows about the different parts of me, and sometimes it’s a real turn-on to be to a whore, especially for a good girl like me, but I wanted something else that night, something very different, something I hadn’t had in a while, something I needed now.
He put his hands through my hair then lowered me to the ground. I said, “I thought you were going to spank me.” He said, “Spank you?” I said, “You wanted to know if I was a good girl.” “No, I was just, you know, like, you been a good girl since I last seen you?” Then he did a little addition in his sweet but slow head, “You wanna get spanked?” I did, but I wanted the game. I wanted him to play me. But he didn’t have a clue. So I said, “No. I just misunderstood what you said.”
I let him fuck me once and he was good, not rough, nice, and it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to let him use me again because I didn’t feel it was necessary to let him get upset after all this. It was my fault for misreading him, thinking his mind was where mine was, but I was desperate and had acted accordingly. He got me on my knees and turned me away.
Then he tugged my panties down and put his finger in me, gentle and nice, lubing me, getting me going. I said, “It’s a little late so do you mind if we do this quickly?” He said, “You want it quick? Sure. No problem.”
His fingers were good inside me and he got me warm and where I needed to be . “Put it in me.” I lifted up my butt and felt him slide his thing inside my pussy. My mouth opened and I let out a moan. Funny how you can suddenly get into sex . He placed his hands on my butt cheeks and drove his cock nice and easy then gradually built up the pace. I didn’t have to fake it. Anyone nearby could hear me. Anyone could tell that this girl liked to fuck down and dirty.
He didn’t keep his promise. He fucked me for as long as he wanted. In an odd way, letting him do that satisfied some of what I was looking for. When he was done with me he left me there, said he had to go. It was late. He was gone.
I tried to straighten myself out but I had that fucked look. My doorman was sure to give me the funny stare. I took the safest way home and when I crossed 5th Avenue my phone came alive. I flipped it open. I knew the voice, “Don’t you think it’s way past your bedtime?”
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 135, by Carrie
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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