by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 72
The ‘art director’ satisfied with his work took my arm like I was his property and tugged me back to the dunes. I could tell he was satisfied with my body. He took in my lean wet frame and liked the way my firm sloping tits hung snug in my wet t-shirt. My rich chestnut hair was caked with sand, but it didn’t take the luster off my pretty face.
He pulled me along. I complained. But I liked it. I wanted to be bossed, abused and told what to do. The more he did that the hornier I got. Somehow this kid understood what I wanted. That I crave to be bossed and treated rough, but it takes a certain person to turn that switch on, not every one can do that, and mine was turned on.
I could barely keep up with him, barely able to hold my own steps. He was rough and he didn’t care. He made me work and he kept what he had in store for me to himself. I pleaded “What are you going to do with me?” He said nothing. It didn’t matter. I think he knew that I liked to plead.
He took me back up to the dunes where Vance was waiting. “What are you wearing underneath?” I said, “A lace white bra, lace satin panties, and a ruffle leg garter.” Both boys stared at each other like it was too good to be true.
“Take off your top and skirt.” Vance looked at him like he crazy. He turned to me expecting me to be gone. But the kid knew, and I took off my t-shirt and jean skirt and stood before them in my lacy bra and panties. “Get down and pose.” I sat on the sand, my arms behind holding me up, one leg bent, a nice sexy pose. I shook my hair out and languished.
Vance started taking pictures. He took a lot of them as I proudly showed myself off. The scrawny kid had his hands on his hips; his eyes tracked every move I made. It was unnerving, but I like it when it gets unnerving. “Take off your bra.” His confidence was soothing. His control was clearly on the mark. I’d been waiting for him to tell me that. If he would just continue.
I slipped the straps down. Vance was busy clicking away. I arched my back, unclasped my bra and let it dangle. My big juicy tits flopeed out. My plump nipples were hard and pointy. I felt as if I were on the edge of something very ripe, ready to explode….