by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 9
Late next morning I received a call from Mrs. Groton. She said, “I want you to know that I just spoke with Mr. Farrelli. Everything’s just fine, Caroline. By the way. I’m absolutely surprised to find out that his little shop has been in the neighborhood for so long. I must admit that I’ve been going to Lanuille’s shop for so long I’ve forgotten anyone else existed. Anyway, I just want you to know that I approve of Mr. Farrelli. He seems to know what he’s doing.”
I said, “Thank you. I know you expected my butler to attend to me. I didn’t want you to think that I was being remiss.”
She said, ” No, you showed initiative and that’s the kind of girl we like; furthermore, if you’d like to continue with Mr. Farrelli I would have no objections. He assured me he’d be very thorough with you and that he’d keep me informed. By the way, there was something else I wanted to talk to you about. Ah yes, Mr. Reynolds. Has he called you?”
“Several times ever since the cocktail party.”
She said, “It seems he’s been taken with you. By the way, he’s worth at least one hundred million, at least that’s what my husband tells me. He’s certainly not a billionaire, but one shouldn’t ignore the accomplishments of someone who has made less. You ought to think about getting married. You know you can’t wait forever.”
” He’s already married, and I’m much too busy to be a wife.”
Mrs. Groton couldn’t be persuaded otherwise, “I know you could manage both, and he’s been divorced twice. Rumors about this latest marriage have been surfacing.
“If you want me to have lunch with him, I will. But he’s already married and he’s not very pleasant. His lips have this irritating snarl that only eases when he’s talking about himself. His boorishness is contemptible. I’m sure your daughters would agree.”
She advised me in that patrician manner of hers, “Listen to me Caroline, first time you marry for love, second time you marry for money, and the third time you marry for friendship. Work on the second part, and the third part will come. Save the first part for an affair now and then.”
“I’ll think about it, Grace. Thanks for the advice. In the meantime, I’ll see what I can do with Reynolds, but I won’t marry him.”
She replied, “As long as he’s not married to his money. Just have lunch with him. That’s all. Oh, one other thing. Mr. Farrelli insists that you don’t see him on Wednesdays, unless he tells you — something to do with clients coming in and out on that day, bye-bye, and don’t forget to call me later and tell me what happened.”
Mrs. Groton hung up – – I knew the real reason why I couldn’t see him Wednesdays, but she didn’t. I rung for Taylor. He promptly arrived in my bedroom.
“Part the curtains.” I got out of bed. It was almost noon. I decided I wouldn’t bother going to work. Taylor stood by the last window and asked. “Is this to your satisfaction, Madam?”
I covered a yawn and nodded my head. All I was wearing was an old white satin panty. The little thing had sneaked up my bottom so I gave it a tweak. Even though I was near buck naked Taylor correctly averted his eyes. With my good sloping breasts and firm nipples to taunt him we had agreed if he were to be with me at all times that he must learn to suppress all sexual desire.
Of course that in itself might be deemed as an impossibility, but Taylor never allowed himself more than a glance and that was fine by me. His effort alone was enough to dampen any misgivings on his part.
I walked across my bedroom with my tits freely swaying. I told Taylor, “Turn my shower on and bring me my coffee and the morning paper.” I slipped off my panty and gave it to him. It was his morning’s reward to touch my overnight panty. He was allowed to sniff it for a second. Then he put it right into the hamper and was off.
His timing, as usual, was excellent. While I was drying myself off I found my coffee and paper on my dresser. I handed him my towel while he helped my slip into my robe. I sat at my dresser, read the paper and drank my black coffee. (Real New Yorkers – not transplants — aren’t much for cream and sugar. It’s so unnecessary to spoil the good rich flavor of coffee with ‘candy’.)
Taylor laid out a very smart panty bra outfit to go with my cute short skirt and midriff T-shirt. He decided on a nice camellia pink quarter cup bra and matching flirty string bikini with a lovely embroidered front. I liked leaving this little chore up to him. Of course if he erred I’d quickly correct him. But he was a quick learner.
It was such a pleasure not having to go find my clothing. I toss everything about and Taylor always keeps it in wondrous order, and I’m always delighted at what he picks — if he chooses correctly. (I had a feeling I just might get rid of Rodney.)
I commented, “That’s a rather very thin sexy top. You sure you want your mistress walking around like that with her gorgeous tits pushing through?”
He said, “Madam, your character and strong sense of self will ward off any fool who might think that you are, how do I say, easily persuaded?” I laughed at his unintended wit.
I opened my robe. Taylor properly averted his eyes. He held both ends of my panty with his thumbs and forefingers and knelt to the ground. I stepped into the little thing. He got up off his knees and daintily slipped it up to fit. Then he held up my bra and I slipped my arms through. I put my top and skirt on myself while he brought me my black Italian ankle booties. I sat on my dressing chair and gave him my leg.
“Should I have the car ready, Madam?”
I said, “Yes. I’ll do a little shopping. Did Mrs. Wellner call?”
“I spoke with her this morning. Had it been important I would have woken you. She just said to meet her at three at the club.”
“Then why on earth did you pick out clothing like this if I’m going to meet her at the club?”
“Because madam, she teasingly said to look your best, which I inferred to mean dressed as your are.”
I asked Taylor, “You think she’s up to something?”
He said, “She seems to be the type who always is, if I’m not wrong.”
I said to him, “You’re not.”
A half hour later I walked out of my Park Avenue building and got into the back seat of my Mercedes black sedan. Taylor was an excellent driver. He had such authority behind the wheel. He never lost his cool and was always the dominant vehicle on the road. He could get me anywhere without any difficulty.
I said, “Why don’t we drive through the park?” I had called Anne before I had left. She said that she was going for a run in the park, which I found strange because Anne was not a runner. I had seen Jamil the other day and he had promised that he wasn’t going to see her anymore. Now, I was beginning to wonder.
I had met him in the park the other day and we talked about our relationship. He then invited me to that secluded area, which I absolutely refused. We stayed in Sheep’s Meadow instead and lied on the grass like everyone else. I was wearing a simple sun dress and cute running shoes. At first I pushed his hand away as he tried to slip it up my dress.
Even though we were on good terms again, I told him I wasn’t ready for any nonsense. But we both laughed after he said, “I don’t believe a word of it.” He was being terribly naughty yet I turned to him and let him kiss me. I have to say it was just so nice to be taken in his arms again. I know I shouldn’t have, but it was such a lovely day, and with everybody lounging around in the park I just couldn’t resist a little fun.
Soon enough I found his hand slipping up the inside of my thigh. The more we kissed the hotter I got and the more he dared to slip his hand further under my little dress. He teasingly played with my panty, daring to stroke my pussy. I shouldn’t have let him, but I just couldn’t stop his busy fingers. He so sweetly stroked me that I let his hand stay longer than it should have.
I knew there were people all over who wanted to stare at a white chick giving herself to a black guy, but he had hitched up my sundress so high that I could no longer let this go on.
So I told him that it would be better to take a little walk.
He took me off the meadow and we went to a quiet little area where we passionately kissed. Every now and then people would pass by, leaving enough time for us to play. I loved the way he brought me to him and took my bottom with both hands.
He said, “Those are the flimsiest things I ever touched.” I playfully hit his shoulder. He kissed me and stroked his hand over my bottom and squeezed me. He said, “I want to take it off.” I just dumbly stared into his eyes. He knew right then that he could have me.
He took me away. As soon as we reached the secluded are I raised my arms. He slipped off my sundress. I was wearing no bra. He immediately sucked on my nipples then brought me to the ground. Then he slipped off my little panty and came to me.
We were in a rush and skipped all the usual foreplay. He opened my legs and brought them up to rest on his shoulders. I stared up into his face. My submission was total as I waited for him to fuck me. Then I felt the tip of his big hot penis push into my vagina. With a gentle push he eased his shaft inside of me and then slowly and passionately fucked me. I was all his to do what he wanted.
The memory of the moment made me terribly horny, but as Taylor and I drove through the park I had a feeling, no, I knew that he was double crossing me and that he was there with Anne. I was angry, especially with myself. I had been so stupid, such a slut.
Nonetheless, the longer we drove in the park the more I knew that he was fucking Anne’s blonde ass. I told Taylor to pull to the side and wait till I returned. I walked through the field, across the baseball diamonds and turned into the little path that led to where Jamil regularly took me.
I pushed some brush and carefully stepped over the rock strewn path till I reached a brake between two boulders. I went through and up another little area that curved off. No sooner had I reached the place did I hear Anne’s moaning voice, Oh fuck me, fuck me good…That son of a bitch. I was angry as hell.
I carefully approached the open space that extended from the boulder so I could see this white bitch getting hers – – after I had just gotten mine the other day. And to my surprise there was Anne with her legs and toes pointing straight up with Reynold’s dick deep inside of her. I was stunned. I looked all over for Jamil. What was Reynold’s doing there? Anne had warned me at the party to stay away from him, and now this?
Well, the game was over. I now knew what she had been up to. She was trying to keep me away from him so she could be the one to get the money for the committee that I co-chaired. She wanted to steal my position. She wanted Mrs. Groton to know that she was the better person to include as a member of their tight little social group and not I. She was jealous that I lunched with them at the club.
Now I knew why Mrs. Groton called this morning. She knew all along what Anne was up to. We were her little lab rats. She wanted to know who knew how to bring in the money. So far, I had failed the test. Well, too bad.
I hated Anne, Mrs. Groton, all of them. Anne’s fucking was maddening. Her blond hair thrashed about as she swayed her screaming head back and forth. Her eyes were blind with passion and her mouth was agape like a hungry little bird grabbing at a worm. Her hands and fingers trembled as Reynolds tirelessly drove his fat ruffian cock into her while she howled, Fuck Me!
I wanted to yell, shut up! But I didn’t. Instead, I gained my senses. I wondered if Reynolds had already written out his million dollar check to the committee. I knew a guy like him would until he got what he wanted from Anne, and maybe me, too.
Then I was stunned. He turned Anne over. She anxiously squealed, “What are you doing?” He locked her waist with his arm. He pulled his belt off and spanked her fleshy white cheeks hot, fast, and hard until they were a rippling pink.
Anne kicked, screamed and begged, “Oh my God, Please stop…” But he would have none of it. He strapped her hot bottom back and forth until it shook as steady as his hand hit her. When he was done with her he turned her crying self over and fucked her again. She repeatedly cried, “Ohhh fuck me …” It was an incredible performance. She deserved more than kudos, but not at my expense!
I immediately left the area. I told Taylor to take me straight home. I was in no mood for shopping; I had other plans. Taylor listened well as I gave him instructions.
