by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 18
I put Alexa behind me and headed to the warm comforting beach. Little Ned and Ryan were busy with their friends. Marge was sipping a cocktail. She had her bottom pulled half way down in search of a little more tan, or maybe something else.
Despite her endless dissatisfactions, she looked hot. What she needed was a good fuck. A good long hot one that would get the blues out of her. But Marge is a funny girl. Tell her she looks great and you only hurt her feelings. I had an idea, but it was still only an idea so I kept it to myself.
I reached over and gave her bottom a friendly slap, “It’s still white.” She sulked, “I don’t care. It’s no fun here without you.” How nice to hear a friend’s voice.
She pulled a drink out of the cooler and handed it to me. “The boys want you to take them for ice cream again. And I mean now. You mind? They think you’re so cool.”
“I am.”
“You’re full of yourself too.” An offhanded compliment. “Ryan ran away the other day, but you weren’t home.”
“I’ll leave him the keys next time.”
“I’ll tell him that,” and tugged her bottom down a little bit more.
I slipped out of my skirt and happily tossed it. And then my admirers came running with their new find. A little fish jumped out of Ryan’s hands and into Ned’s.
I pulled off my top. Marge said, “A quarter-cup bra out to the beach? You show-off.” I said, “I thought I was doing something else.” She inferred, “You mean with Alexa?”
“It’s not what you think.”
The boys were right at my feet waving the fish, and they had a big wide story to go with it. I unhooked my bra and freed my large nice tits and comfortably sunk into a vacated lounge chair. Marge handed me some lotion and commented, “What amazing tits you have, Goldilocks.” I decided not to read into that.
Ned begged, “Aunt Carrie, you gonna buy us the ice cream, now? ” I wanted to buy time, “You boys find me another fish like that and I’ll get you all the ice cream you can eat.” They took off like a set of hunt retrievers.
Marge said, “I would have just said, no. You know how to play them.”
“Nah, you’ve got your mind on other things.”
“Yeah, you. You look so great.”
“You say that as if you weighed five hundred pounds.” She said, “I do. I’m a fat old hen. And I like those panties you’re wearing. They’re so hot with those strings. I’d love to pull them. You have any idea how many guys are looking your way?” Maybe it was because she couldn’t see her backside. I said, “You mean our way — not anymore than usual.”
She got up the courage and leaned over, “Did you, uh, do it?” “Do what?” She said, “You know.” I turned away, but then admitted, “Almost.”
“Almost? What do you mean almost?” I said, “Almost is almost.”
“So you didn’t?”
“You can subtract.”
“I don’t believe you. You ought to quit that acting class. You still go to it, Miss Movie Star? ” I said, “Miss Movie Star, the teacher, won’t be back till next week. She’s working on some film. I don’t know why I joined it. I’m thinking of quitting, but since I’m all paid up I feel I have to go.”
“You don’t seem to be the type. Too smart. You got a brain upstairs.” I said, “I know, but a girlfriend of mine goes and she talked me into it. She felt she needed a friend there so I got suckered. I’ve only got one more class. By the way, Farrelli called me.”
Marge played dumb. I said, “He called me.” She played around with her magazine for a moment then decided to get interested, ” He did?”
“I forgot to tell him that you might be coming.”
She flipped through the pages, “Oh? What did he have to say?”
“He said you were impossible.”
“That fucker. What else did he say?”
“He told me you were very loud, and he didn’t approve of you calling him ‘fucker’ every time he gave your bottom a spank.”
“Too fucking bad.” Marge folded and creased the magazine and pretended to read.
” Marge, he likes to be called Mr. Farrelli.”
“His name is Fucker.”
“Look, he thinks he’s very old world even though he’s never been there. Just be nice and he’ll be nice.”
“Old World my ass. He couldn’t find Europe if her were in the Concorde.”
I told her, “That fact that he’s plain, that his idea of a good time is outings at Atlantic City twice a month with the wife. Eats dinner, loses fifty bucks, never more, and that they get in bed before the Late Show is beside the point.”
Marge pouted, “I don’t care. I hate him. My bottom is still damn sore. I told my husband when he asked why it was so red and that fucker said, ‘Good, you deserve it. Go back for more.’ Some husband.”
“You told him?” ” Marge complained, “Didn’t I just say that?” She complained, some more, “He wants me to go more often. Well he’s a fucker too. I hate all men.”
“He doesn’t mind another man taking down your panties?”
“I thought he would. But he couldn’t care less. I hate them both.” Marge loves to get upset.
“Farrelli told me that you’re coming back.” She said, “Maybe. Maybe not. I’ll have to think about it. I’m not sure. If he continues to be a fucker, I won’t.” I reminded her, “Well, you better let him know whether you’re coming next Tuesday. He’s already booked you. And if you don’t call him he’ll call you know who and you’ll really be in trouble.”
She whined, “He could be a little nicer. It’s all your fault. If I didn’t know you I’d be just fine.” She put her nose up and doodled her finger in the sand.
“You really mean that?”
She wanted to say that she did, but her heart wouldn’t let her.
But she wasn’t finished, “He ordered me to kneel down on the couch Then he scolded me for not knowing how to arch my bottom up perky like you — Miss Perfect. I don’t know who he thinks I am. I’m not that kind of girl.” I heard that before.
“What did you do? Fall asleep on him?” Marge said, “Oh, you’re real funny. That’s what I should’ve done. Instead, he lifted my skirt back and spanked me good and hot across my bottom just so he could hear me squeal. It was so embarrassing. Why didn’t you tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“Why didn’t you tell me he was such a lunatic?”
“I must have forgotten.”
“Kneeling on that couch with my skirt up. Tugging my panties down. Giving it to me hot and hard. Screaming my head off, and in front of a complete stranger. Well, I’m not going back.”
I had a feeling she’d be showing up early.
“Look. It still hurts, ouww.”
I said, “Then I guess you won’t be going back.”
She picked up her magazine again and searched for that article she already read.
“I may and I may not.”
Ryan and Ned were running towards us with something else in their hands — the other fish. Ryan stood right in front of me holding them. Marge preened, “You promised.” The little fiends took off.
She asked, “When is your next appointment?”
“He wants me thoroughly spanked by Wednesday.”
“Well, maybe I’ll go one more time, then I’ll see.” Famous last words.
I got up and followed the boys as they ran to the ice cream place. Marge teased and held up my bra, “You want this?”
“You’re real funny.”
You’re not supposed to go to town topless. She tossed me hers instead.
When I got to the ice cream store they were already ordering. I looked back and there was Marge wearing a big shirt. She coyly asked, “How about treating me too?” I teased, “What about your figure, you old hen?” She slapped my bottom.
I bought for everybody, and we headed back to the beach. Marge asked, “You wouldn’t mind getting Ned his Game Boy, now?”
“You know I’ve got other stuff of his at the house. His flippers, Ryan left his clam bucket, and God knows what else.”
“Just bring what you can.”
I told Marge I would stop home first to get the kid’s stuff then meet her back at the beach in ten minutes. I slipped off her bra and gave it back. I turned off the path and went home. First thing I would do is get another panty. This one could barely stay up. I was getting more stares than I needed. It had a bad habit of dropping every couple of steps and exposing my little secrets. Still, I loved the way it fitted. Sometimes you just want to feel sexy.
There was one guy following me and he wasn’t very subtle. The paths are narrow so you become very aware of who is around you. I noticed him every time I made a turn. Then he got cute and tried to catch up. “Hey, I thought they were your kids.”
I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but then I didn’t need an enemy that possibly lived nearby. So I chose to be more pleasant, ” No. I don’t have any.” I went on my way. “Wait up, I want to ask you something.” I ignored him.
“Well, if you’re not married, then you’re probably single.” I said, “Don’t get any ideas.” He was at my side walking with me, paying too much attentions to my sloping hot tits.
“Well if you don’t mind me saying, you’re the best looking woman I’ve seen in years.”
I said, “If you think I’m going to fall for that crap you’re lacking in opportunities.” He asked, “You have a boyfriend?” I said, “I’m not looking for one.”
“I’m visiting over there in that house.”
It was a nice house. I asked, “You’re a sharer or owner?” He said, ” Just visiting. And it’s been pretty boring until I saw you.”
“Try the beach and the ocean if you want excitement. That’s the idea.” He stuck around. “I don’t mean to sound, you know, aggressive, but you’re the most incredible looking woman in the world. What would I have to do to go out with you? I’ll do anything? You name it.”
“Anything?”
“Well, within reason.”
“Backing off already?”
“Come on, I’m not all that bad.” I said, “You’re not all that good, either.” I didn’t say it meanly, but I let him know that he wasn’t having any luck.
But like all guys his mind ran in one mode, “What are you doing later? I’d love to buy you dinner.”
“Don’t you ever get any sex?”
“Yeah, but not with anyone as beautiful as you.”
He dropped his eyes on my good firm tits and then down to my skimpy panty. He was already hard.
“So you’d like to fuck me. How much money do you have on you?” He took out his money clip. His fingers nervously stumbled over the bills. “A little over eight hundred dollars….why?”
“Stop looking at my tits.”
“They’re gorgeous. Your ass is so sweet, too.”
“Give me the money.”
Slow to react, I took his money and had him follow me back to the little town area near where I bought the boys ice cream.
We went down the side of a building that was bordered up and through an alley that led to nowhere. I checked to see if anyone one was coming, then I pulled down my panty, bent over, and put my hands against the wall for support and told him, “Hurry up.”
He couldn’t believe what was happening. I said, “Come on already, damnit. Fuck me.” He dropped his trunks and got his cock it into me and gave me a good hot thrusting fuck. Twice we had to stop because we thought someone was coming, and it was almost ‘me’.
The guy was a real pumper. The harder he pumped me the harder he smacked my bottom. “Damnit, hurry. ” I was worried we’d be discovered. He grabbed my hot big tits and pinched my nipples. I cried, “Come on you fucker. Give it me quick and dirty.” He pumped harder, faster, thrusting his cock deep into my cunt. I could barely stand still. My feet were crowded by old litter. Cans rolled around as we moved, “Come on, fuck me.”
I couldn’t wait for him, “Come on. Fuck me quick and dirty.” My hands kept slipping off the side of the building. So I leaned back into him and put my arms around his neck to hold on. My fucking was loud and ugly, like I was in a brawl. “Hurry up, god dammit. Come in me…” And then I felt his cock tremble. “Oh you fucker. Shoot it in me. Shoot your hot stuff in me.” It was over.
I checked to see that no one was watching us. I hurriedly slipped up my worn panty while he grabbed his swim suit. All he wanted to know was when he could see me again.
“That wasn’t a date.”
“I’ll pay you more.”
“I’ll speak to my portfolio manager, okay?” and left him there.
He called after me, but I ignored him.
I had finally done it. Without the help of Alexa. A weird feeling of accomplishment came over me. I blushed with pride. I had done it. I got home, cleaned up, put on a new hot panty thong, and headed back to the beach with the boys’ stuff.
Marge waved. There was a bounce to my walk. I felt I could take leaps like those guys first on the moon. My good firm tits swayed and so did my hips. I had that feeling come over me again as the all guys drooled at me as I walked through the sand. I was dying to turn another trick.
Maybe Marge is right when she says that I’m a slut. Ever since that boy first fucked me when I was fourteen I could be easy. He fucked me and his two friends fucked me all they wanted — until they called me a slut. I wasn’t that easy, even at fourteen. But then somebody else found me to fuck, and on it went.
Marge pointed toward the surf, “I thought you sent him off.” My blood boiled. Taylor and Alexa were walking like lovers in the surf. Talk about fuckers. Well, I wasn’t about to tell her that I was up for sale.
