by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 86
He smacked me, “You done with your bullshit?” I muttered, “Yes,” and stood there silently as he unbuttoned my shirt. He reached back, unclasped my pretty bra, pulled down the shoulder straps and tugged the whole thing off, then my panties.
He liked my full bush, neat not messy, bunched into a nice tuff. He liked my pretty blue eyes, “You could make nice money.” He hands, eager for my full sloping breasts, got to work.
I felt a shortness of breath and shut my eyes. I’ve always been incredibly sensitive to pain as well as pleasure. I muted my heat as he slid his hands down my hips then back up, lifting my arms, pressing them flat against the wall. “Would you like a fucking?” It wasn’t a question.
He let go of my wrists and got back to my nice big tits. I lowered my arms, shut my eyes and shivered, holding up my hands as if showing him there was nothing in them. I was scared, but I could live through him fucking me. It wouldn’t be the end of the world. I could afterwards go and never return and just forget the whole thing.
He asked me again like it was a choice of ice cream, “Would you like some cock?” He put his hand on my jaw, lifted my face, pinching it with his fingers. “Would you like some cock in your young white pussy?” Between his pinching fingers I muttered, “Maybe. I could.”
He looked at me, “The fuck that mean, Maybe you could?” I was afraid of his anger, that he would do something mean to me. He put my hand on his cock and said, “Put this in your mouth.” He lowered my head. “Open your mouth.” I did. “Now show me what you can do.”
He gripped my hair like a rope. I had to pull as I sucked, moving my mouth up and down using my lips the way the boys showed me, but it hurt. But I showed him what I could do and he slowly released his grip, “Well, the little rich white bitch got some talent.”
He stood me up and looked over his prize. “That some fine body you got. Now let’s see what we can do with it.” He slapped my sloping tits. Then he slapped my face to make sure I understood who was boss. I understood. He took me to his bed, put me on it, pushed my legs back straight back and said, “I guess the answer is yes.”
He gripped my ankles and held me steady as he sank on his knees guiding his hard cock into my pussy. It was tight. He pushed. “Relax girl. You supposed to enjoy this.” He pushed again. His cock entered my pussy. It was tight. Very tight. But he pushed and it hurt and I cried out until the pain was pleasure and the pleasure was pain. When he was done fucking my pussy he rolled me over and said, “How about some spaghetti and meatballs?”
