by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 53
Several hours later I was on my back on one of the lopsided mattresses of Little John’s whore house screaming my head off as L. J. thrust his big hot cock in me and gave me the kind of fucking I so desperately needed. I don’t think I had ever been louder. I could be heard throughout the whole place. But I didn’t care. I needed to be fucked and Little John knew how to fuck me. I suppose the noise I made was incredible, at least that’s what he had said.
When he was done with me he left the room to get us his favorite: Mountain Dew. I can’t stand the stuff, but he loves it. I would have preferred some champagne, but L. J. isn’t exactly a champagne kind of guy. When he returned he said, “All them girls wanna know why you wanna put them outta business.” I said, “Why would I want to do that?” He said, “‘Cause their john’s wanna know who that girl is in the other room.” I giggled and said, “Tell them it’s me.”
He popped the cans and handed me one. He said, “So you pulled a gun…You scare me, girl.” I laughed and said, “Good.” He knew I was teasing. I reached down; he was hard again. L.J. asked “And that Lesley just went?” I said, “Thisely showed him out.” “Girl, you is something. I don’t know how or who made you, but they done broke the mold when they put you together.” I felt his cock on my pussy. I let go of the can of soda and shut my eyes as he slipped it in me, “Oh god…yes…Deeper…Ahhhh….yessss.” I opened my eyes. The door to the room was ajar. One of his black girls was looking in. She shut the door.
Little John moved his cock in me nice and slowly so we could talk. “What’ch ya gonna do. Divorce him?” I said, “I’ll do what I want with him.” L. J. liked that and said, “You’re too much…what about you and me?” I said, “Back to normal.” He asked, “Mind I tattoo something on your other bottom cheek?” “What do you have in mind?” He said, “How about ‘Gunslinger’?” I said, “I don’t like guns.” “You coulda fooled me.”
He pushed my legs back and wide of my ripe tummy so he could continue with his slow grinding. I was now quite ripe, but I could still be fucked, and Little John liked fucking me pregnant. He said it reminded him of a perpetual hard-on. I told him to try some of that Viagra.
“What about working?” I said, “You mean you want to pimp me again? Didn’t I give in last week after we went to that club.” He said, “Yeah, but that was the first time in I don’t know how long.” I said, “Maybe one day in the park, when I’m there, you can pimp me in the bushes, but I’m not promising anything. It’s not an every day thing with me.” He said, “Some of the boys in the park say they been wanting you.” “How old are they?” “Old enough.”
I didn’t believe him. I said, “Your idea of old enough is if they can have a hard on.” He kissed me, which was nice. Then he parted lips and felt my huge tits. “Such a thin girl with such big firm sloping ones. Playboy pay you a fortune.” I said, “I already have a fortune.” Then he said, “They want you for that movie.” “You mean from last year?” Little John said, “I’m your agent.” I laughed and said, “I know you’re my agent, but what do I have to do?” He said, “Act.” “…What else?” “Act some more, or did you already forget?”
I hadn’t taken acting lessons in a while. He started fucking me faster . My jaw dropped and my eyes drifted back. He said, “You wanna talk about it?” But I couldn’t. I was thrusting my pussy into his cock and moaning, “Fuck me. Oh God. FUCK my white pussy….” He said, “We’ll talk about it later.”