by Carrie
I met him across the street from my building in Central Park and he was nice and he said he wanted to walk with me and when we stopped he wanted to kiss me and I said I do like you but I’m not sure I’m really crazy about you and anyway I’m the kind of girl who has difficulty stopping once she starts so let’s please…I thought he’d be a gentleman, but he wasn’t.
An hour later he was in my bedroom. We were on my bed and I was on my side with him right up against me. He didn’t even take off my panties. He just pull up my scoop neck long white sheath dress, tugged down my panties far enough and entered me from the side.
I knew Miss Keener was in the next room keeping an eye on me and from our position she had a very good view of me. I also knew she didn’t think much of me because of what guys get to do with me, but then if you’ve been reading my diary it’s been a problem since a teenager and still is a problem.
I was getting fucked in the ass. I have lovely long legs so that my top leg — my right — was able to reach forward while by bottom leg stayed where it was and like that I was able to get pumped at a steady throw. They guy was enormous and though I argued with him to be gentle he had this way, a strength, that with just a whisper completely undercut me.
The fact that I was moaning, and moaning loudly, meant that I was getting fucked nice and slow; and because of that I was getting ahead of him. My hands were busy pulling him toward me because when I fuck I like to kiss but he wouldn’t have any of it so I threw my head back, shut my eyes and moaned as loud as I’ve ever moaned. His left hand clenched my hair while his right helped my bottom gyrate so he wouldn’t slip. I was on automatic pilot
I decided to bring him home with me because I needed to show the doorman that he didn’t own me. That other men could have me and that if he wanted to get serious with me he’d have to get rid of his wife. I know that’s mean. But I wanted to spend time with him and when it comes to love, reason is a lesser passion than need.
My pick-up from the park started to tremble and I whispered, “I want you to come in my vagina not my ass.” With an agility of an athlete he switched and went for the final run. He turned me on my back, opened my legs wide and thrust in and out of me with heavenly evenness. And that made me terribly hot, unbearably so. I leaned up as if I got a jolt of old yellow. I put my arms on his shoulders and screamed into his face, “Come in me! Come in me now!”
And then I felt it, “Oh god. Oh God. Oh fucking god.” And then it was over. He let go of me. I was on my back smiling up at him, my fingers dancing on his chest. He wanted my number. I gave it to him and I assured him, yes, he could fuck me again.
No sooner had he left and I had gone in to wash up, my staff was cleaning up. I heard Miss Keener at the door. I was undressed and reaching for my towel. “What is it, Ms. Keener?” A moment passed and she asked, “Do you want mashed potatoes with your dinner.” I thought it over for a second. “Mashed is fine.”
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 166
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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