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Rhonda Gets Broke	By : TimedWatcher & Michel_Smutstradamus Category: +G through L > Hey, Arnold! Views: 29375 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Morning

Rhonda was up and doing her make up by 6:30 am. It was Tuesday and she had a wonderfully expensive skirt laid out for that day.

She was laying on her bed with her cosmetics and a mirror in front of her. Rhonda wasn’t wearing anything but a sheer pink negligee. That just made things easier.

There was a knock at the door. “Come in” she said. Mr. Green the neighborhood butcher let himself in. Rhonda didn’t bother turning around or saying hello and Marty didn’t mind it in the slightest. They both knew the routine. She simply slid her sexy young body down a bit so that her lovely ass hung right over the edge of her bed. The preteen princess was doing her eye liner as she heard the familiar ZIP of shorts being undone. A moment later she heard the sound of spit and the next she felt a large hand on her soft ass while a large phallus took position at her entrance.

She couldn’t suppress the long moan that escaped her lips as Mr. Green buried half his throbbing member deep inside the 11 year old socialite’s girlhood. With expert hands Rhonda carefully applied gloss to her puckered lips while the mirror, the bed, and her body were rocked constantly as the butcher held her hips and fucked her deliciously tight pussy without a care.

He sped up and began to slam into her in earnest as she put the finishing touches on her contouring. Rhonda only let out light whimpering as her tight upper class honeypot was assaulted again and again by his rock hard cock. Green couldn’t believe how apathetic she had become of their morning lovemaking (if you could call it that) but the thought took a backseat as he bottomed out balls deep within the young girl and pumped stream after stream of gooey cum into her womb. He slowed down and then satisfied, he gave Rhonda’s perfectly round ass a hard slap before pulling out and leaving without another word.

Rhonda was still leaky and full of milky cum as she stood up and got dressed for another fabulous day.

Bus

Rhonda Wellington Lloyd stood prim and upright at the bus stop. She wore her new silk and wool black miniskirt along with a loose scarlet silk blouse that bared her shoulders. Her ensemble was complete with 2 inch felt heels and a pricey black handbag.

It was good that her parents didn’t have much time for her as of late, she thought to herself as she waited. They would have fainted at what she had taken to wearing as of late. Rhonda’s brilliantly red halter top was loose enough that if she bent forward enough her budding breasts and pink nipples would be in full view of anyone in the right place. She was more than willing to give them a good look and she often did.

Her skirt, while outrageously inappropriate in its own right, was the exact opposite. The expensive black garment covered about half of her thighs and hugged them with almost unbelievable snugness. It was tight enough that practically every inch of her wonderfully shaped ass and thighs could be made out through it as it hugged her lovely preteen body.

The school bus for p.s. 118 slowed to a stop in front of her as she fixed her skirt. In truth her french black lace panties would be on full display for anyone who cared to see them and her mouth, ass, and pussy would be the full property of anyone who had paid Gino for the privilege. But still, it was class that set her apart from the lower castes so she smoothed the black fabric once more before stepping up and into the school bus.

She put a hand on her hip and struck a pose as her heels clicked to a stop at the top of the steps. All eyes were on her. Most girls stared with equal parts distaste and jealousy at her slutty yet undeniably stylish fashion. Most boys already had a hand on on their cocks if they weren’t already stroking them outright. She gave her shoulder length black her an alluring model like shake before walking down her runway and to her seat.

A boy towards the front reached out and gave her marvelous looking ass a squeeze through her tight skirt. She appeared not to notice. Another across and behind from him quickly grabbed the hem of her skirt and raised it onto her back exposing her beautifully round ass covered only by a thin black lace thong. The next boy was bolder and gave Rhonda’s exposed bottom a loud slap that echoed throughout the bus. Rhonda only gave a slight smirk as she continued her regal stride to her usual seat. The boys of p.s. 118 were not shy about giving Rhonda’s ass, pussy, and still developing tits a good grope so as she walked a dozen hands stretched to fondle her in all her most delicate places. She was in heaven. She was angel-esque.

Rhonda knew she was an object of beauty, so she reasoned that her body, like her clothes, could be rightfully admired. No one else could be wanted as much as she. Being the ultimate object of affection of p.s. 118 was both her privilege and her duty as the most popular and gorgeous girl in school.

She gave a curt nod to one of Gino’s lackeys sitting near the back who was sitting stoically in a brown suit. He wore a permanent scowl and was there to make sure that those who paid and those who didn’t behaved themselves. If a slap was too rough or if the groping of a non-paying schmuck turned into a grab, he would immediately rise to apprehend the fool and teach him a lesson at the next stop. The offender would usually find himself physically unable to re-board the bus.

Near the very back seats she gave Nadine a courtly “Good morning” as she went to take the seat behind her. Already sitting there was Park, an Asian classmate who had paid for that seat on that particular morning. He was smiling wide as he looked the scantily dressed rich girl up and down and stroked his quite sizable cock. Rhonda moved to sit without acknowledging his being there.

“Hey Rhonda. Your outfit looks… nice this morning” Nadine said with some hesitation.

“I certainly hope it looks better than nice Nadine” Rhonda replied as she used her left to pull her lacy panties to the side to expose her perfectly smooth pussy. With her right she held Park’s impressive cock and carefully guided it to her sweet opening. Park gently held her hips as she lined up his member and began to sink back onto it.

“Oohhh..” Rhonda quivered and let out a moan as the head stretched her tight pussy. “Imagine me, wearing such a fabulously expensive ensemble only to look nice.” she said haughtily as she took half his length into her body. Rhonda’s eyes grew wider as she let out a long moan that trailed off. Park felt like the luckiest boy in school as his rock hard cock sank deeper and deeper into the wealthy slut’s wonderfully tight love box.

“Gorgeous, fantastic, magnificent, b-b-breathtaking..” Rhonda continued as the boy’s large cock was now throbbing in its entirety deep in her 11 year old pussy. Park was in ecstasy. He pulled her waist against him and hugged her tight with one arm while the other snaked up her blouse and squeezed the soft flesh of her left breast, feeling the hard nipple underneath. He couldn’t believe it. He was balls deep in Rhonda’s exquisite upper class pussy. It felt amazing. Park began to give her a few gentle thrusts while she got used to his size. “N-now.. those are.. words.. to strive for.. for someone.. in my place..” Rhonda gasped between moans as she began to rise and fall and her pussy began to be fucked in earnest.

Nadine couldn't believe it. So many social barriers - the social barriers that Rhonda of all people had taught her - were being shattered. Who even was this Park kid?

"Rhonda, I'm-"

"Oooooh.. Park.. just get it over with.." Rhonda had attempted to seem disinterested, but the gyration of her hips told no lies. Nadine watched in horror as her friend seemingly took a geyser of strange white stuff, covering up her nose and mouth like a face mask, while Rhonda leant back, cooing into the ear of Park with a hand on his cheek, telling him softly to give her more.

As they writhed together like a multi armed beast, someone stepped up to Nadine, flashing three dollars. She tried to wave it off at first, but seeing Rhonda's relaxed face made her consider it. Once he had gone up to five though, Nadine shrugged, patting the seat next to her and pulling up her green sweater.

Harold stared cockeyed, hand down his shorts with little regard to the girl sitting next to him. He always had a thing for Rhonda, but what was his tub of guts gonna do about it?

As he saw this kid go from fondling to screwing her, his breath grew haggard.

Lila was stuck behind a pig and a pig in a blanket. She regretted sitting in the back - she regretted not moving when Harold took that seat beside her. She thought she could just ignore him and his smells. Now she was paying for her pious nature. Lila squeaked quietly as she saw Harold pull out his sausage and truly go to town. Did he have no decency?

Well, no, it was Harold.

He whipped his head back, nearly knocking off his blue cap. "AW! This doesn't feel nearly as good." His head rolled, before falling on the girl in the mint green dress - he couldn't help himself from licking his chops. "Lila, why don't you and I do what that guy and Rhonda are doing?"

"H-Harold, you know we are just... 'good friends'." Lila never liked to lie, but it was just a simple white lie after all. "This requires more than just being a good friend." Lila whispered out of fear.

He snorted in desperation. "Aw come on Lila. I know you and Arnold never did anything"

She reeled a bit. "A-Arnold told you that?"

Harold nodded. "Yeah, and if you're not gonna do it with Arnold, why not me?"

Lila was a little sterner this time. "Harold, I'm just oh-so certain that I don't feel that way about you."

Harold pressed against her, nearly squashing her with his mass. "Lila I'm just gonna tell you this once: I never been afraid of hittin' no girl... except for Helga, and you don't look like Helga to me." His fist tightened in front of her. Lila looked away, apprehensive, before finally nodding - but he wasn't waiting, his sausage fingers pulling her pigtails down into his lap.

Harold never liked sucking in his gut - he was out and proud of his fatness, but even he couldn't help himself from reeling back his porkbelly just to stare and watch the red head try and swallow his rod.

It smelled. It smelled ever so terribly, but Lila stuck out her starkly pink tongue, as she pensively lowered it to the brim of Harold's erection. Wetness met wetness, as Lila briefly pulled away as she mouthed an 'oh my' after getting a hint of the acrid taste.

"Come on!" He tugged at her roots, causing her to fall out of her seat, as Harold held her tight, the tears flowing as she took in his foul taste in full this time with quaint little suckles.

Lunch Time

"Did you hear about Rhonda? Sheesh."

"Rhonda, you're a skank."

"Sorry Rhonda, I don't want to catch whatever you might have."

They'd never understand.

Then again, few artists were ever truly understood. They had never lost everything. They have always been in the bottom rungs of society. That's what kept her them separate from them -- even when Daddy had no money. Now that she had her own money, it should be back to normal.

They were the ones that needed to get with the program.

Rhonda sat self assured, nail file in hand. She showed off her dainty fingered hand to no one in particular, her nails long and beautiful. Rhonda wished she could be showing off her wares, rather than sitting in the boys bathroom waiting for someone.

The stall doors lock clicked in place - it had been modified to only open to a special key - a key Gino only gave out to paying customers.

At first blush, Rhonda thought it was a sixth grader. Then she did a double back. "Aren't you Mr-?" Before she could finish, he held a finger to his lip, with a sly smile hitting his face.

After Hours

Rhonda had stood looking pretty long enough. "Gino, I'm downtown at the corner of 4th and main and this guy still hasn't shown up! It's late, it's dark, it's cold and I wanna go home." She whined nearly endlessly into the phone.

She could hear his crunching on the other side. A crunching that rattled her enough to want to start swearing at the little don. "Alright. You won't be hearing from him again. Take the rest of the night off."

He hung up.

Just like that.

The growing echo of the monotone nagging was the only thing that reminded her to hang up.

Folding open the booth door as angrily as she could, she marched out of it. 'Take the rest of the night off.' He says. Rhonda steamed about his comment, not realising how fast she was going, the near midnight darkness had begun glimpsing over her form as she fled the presence of the phone booth's light. She stood for a moment - like somebody had just stepped on her shadow. She wrenched at the neckline of her red coat, pulling it closer to her chin, as her face hunkered down, the cold in pursuit - she could already feel her face turning rosy.

Rhonda wasn't afraid. She was too rich to be afraid. She just thought she deserved better than having to walk or rely on public transportation, but apparently her and Gino didn't see eye to eye on that.

As she turned the corner, the bus stop in her eyeline, she lowered her hackles for just a little bit.

But that's all it can take sometimes in the big city.

The breath was knocked right out of her. A massive arm wrapped around her like a coiled snake and brutishly held her arms at her sides. Her little nose fought to breathe as she felt her mouth smothered and sealed, the sight of the bus stop disappearing behind the corner of the red stonework building. Thrown against the ground, her back hitting hard. Rhonda held a fist to her chest as she finally came face to face with him. With half lidded eyes and slicked back brown hair, he sucked down what was left of his cigarette before tossing it.

"I never had my dick sucked by a fourth grader before." Was all he said in his laid back and raspy voice, before his lone gloved hand passed by his filthy, ripped shirt, all the way down to his jeans. Rhonda looked for a way out, only to see a nearby dumpster blocking her from view even if somebody were to pass by.

At least the denim was nice.

With a loud unzip, he yanked out his cock through his boxers. Rhonda nearly licked her chapped lips as her body went a little slack. After working this long for Gino, she finally found an impressive looking cock. The wafting stench that overpowered even the garbage just made her just want to suck it more...

Out of nowhere, the sound of an empty can went whirling across the ground. He swore under his breath, as she watched him make a hasty escape.

He was gone.

Rhonda sat for a moment, touching her plump lip hoping it had met the tip of his cock, before sighing, as she stood, making her embarrassing trek home.

Night Moves

Rhonda stood, cracking the window to her tenement before climbing back into bed, the cover of her blanket hanging loose off one outstretched leg. The straps of her creamy white nightgown hung precariously off the sides of her shoulders.

She felt like he'd never see him again... but just in case...

Her eyes fluttered opened. God, what was she doing?

The smell of him... it never left her, and she couldn't help herself thinking about what he had down there. She thought about stopping her hand, but that's all she did, as it traced along the creases of her slip, finding their way into her laced underwear. She thought about being as forceful as he would have been, but instead found her three fingers swirling her tightness softly at first. For a street thug, she thought, he was kind of handsome. Her pace increased a little. She thought about his broad shoulders in that leather jacket.

That's when she hit just the right spot.

Her hips bucked, as her knees involuntarily lunged forward with every circled press into her sweltering pussy lips. She didn't care how debasing it would have been to admit, but the fire inside was begging for a cock - any cock, to extinguish her desires, as her free hand pulled at her silk sheets that had been tucked in tightly, she hung on for dear life as she couldn't force her fingers in any further, and with one final spasm, she came.

And again.

And once more...
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