Charlotte was kind enough to give you a spare comforter and several nice, downy pillows, which you lay on the floor of the guest bedroom. Which isn't much of a guest bedroom, because it still has Alabaster Soliloquy's things in it. Thankfully over the course of years, Charlotte has managed to Febreeze away the baked-in scent of cum tissues -- although the bin, now empty, still sits under the computer desk. What horrors that poor bin has seen.
Even as you kneel to lie down atop your makeshift bedding, Vivian grabs the blanket and pillows, and tosses them onto the full-sized bed.
Still sitting on your knees on the now barren carpet, you pout up at her. "That's the problem with you billionaires. What you've got is never good enough. You gotta steal from working people like me."
"Don't speak nonsense," Vivian chides. "And do not think of sleeping on the ground when there is a perfectly usable bed here for us to share."
She quickly disrobes: dress, socks, bra, leaving only her thin satin panties to preserve her modesty. She doesn't care at all about letting you see her tits -- such as they are -- but despite the brash figure you cut, it's a little weird to you, and you look away, feeling yourself blush.
"Look, just because you sniffed my pussy in a karaoke booth--" You start.
Vivian is tugging you to your feet and beckoning you towards the bed.
"Kind of small for two people, isn't it?" You say.
"I'm small," Vivian says. She plays her fingers up your arm, tickling you a bit. Leaning in, her breasts push against your arm now as well. It sends a shiver down your spine. You can feel the hardness of one of her nipples on your skin. "You're small, too," she says, whispering. "A small bed suits us, does it not?"
"You creep me out, Vivian."
"I love you."
"See, that's why--"
She pulls you onto the mattress.
But instead of ravishing you, like you expect, she just pulls the blankets up over her -- and snuggles in.
You can breathe a little easier. Until Vivian asks: "will you join me beneath the covers?"
"I'll be okay. It's pretty muggy in here anyway."
"Take off your clothes."
The tone suggests a request, but the look in her eyes suggests a demand. Then in a whir of motion, she flings the covers over you, like a Venus Flytrap ensnaring its prey. Her body is curling around yours before you can protest.
You can't lie to yourself and say that the experience you had at Rose's bachelorette party wasn't really fun... but Vivian's voracious hunger for you frightens and somewhat repels you. You're pretty sure she's about to rape you.
"May I touch you?" Vivian asks, her face nuzzling up against your neck. She rains kisses on you. Her hands roam over your body. Her spindle-like fingers travel searchingly over -- then snake under -- your cotton tank.
"Y-you're already touching me."
"I want to service you. Will you let me service you again, the way I did back then... Amber?" Her breath is hot in your ear and tickles some deep down part of your ear canal that you didn't know you had. You shudder. Her body is wrapped totally around you. She bites your earlobe. "Will you let me have your cunt again? Please?"
"M-my--" you stammer. No snappy comebacks, no sarcastic quips -- you're out of things to say. You're just a trembling teenage girl in the grips of this lesbian rapist.
"Your cunt," she repeats. "I'm in love with your cunt. It's beautiful. So please, let me --" She writhes against you, her hands pawing your breasts. Despite yourself, Vivian's molestation is making your nipples hard, and you bite your lips to suppress a moan. "Are you frightened? I will cease if you want me to cease, but I am so, so desperate. I am begging you. Please just let me bury my face in your cunt again. It will feel good, I promise it will. You can cum on me. I will help you do it... my mouth is an excellent masturbation device. Just let me lick you..."
She's pulling your shirt up over your head, and you're letting her. She's suckling on your neck, smelling you, rubbing you. Her body is soft and weak, and smaller than yours, but you're utterly at her mercy. It doesn't help that the idea of getting eaten out tonight is actually pretty alluring. You want to experience it -- properly, this time.
"O-okay," you say. You gulp, knowing that there is no going back.
And that's all it takes. She disappears under the covers. You see only the lump of her tiny form. But you feel her prying at the waistband of your shorts, and you help her get them off you. Then like an electric jolt surging through you, you feel the tip of her nose make contact with your clit, through your panties, which are already wet. She's enjoying her favorite pastime again, inhaling your unique scent. Only this time she's even hotter for you, and she can't be satisfied just huffing your pussy through the crotch of your damp underwear. She tugs the elastic down, but doesn't even bother to pull the panties all the way off.
You feel then the curves of her curled lips, warm and wet, latching onto your genitals. You groan -- she groans. She's not just licking you, she's sucking at the same time. Sucking on your cunt like she needs it to live. Her little tongue slithers around the outer lips of your pussy, suckles up all your dew -- and then, when she's gotten it all, she parts your labia with both hands, and goes deeper, searching for more. While she licks you from the inside, she uses her dainty fingertips to lecherously poke and prod your pussy. And not just your pussy but your lower hole, too. You bite your pinky. She's servicing you, sure, in an adoring way. But she's the one in control. You feel like you're her plaything right now. And somehow that only makes you burn even hotter with lust.
You pull the corner of the comforter up, and in the dim light you see only the crown of Vivian's head as she feasts on you, like a sow at a trough. The thought strikes you that you're doing this with her in Alabaster's bed, on Alabaster's sheets, in Alabaster's room -- the man who's fucked both of you. You shiver anew.
"C-can I try?" You ask her.
Vivian looks up at you, the lower half of her face dripping with your combined fluids. "Try?" She questions.
"69..." you grunt. "I want to do you, too."
Vivian is elated, her face lighting up with a wan grin. She turns and lies atop you from the other way now. She doesn't warn you when she settles her butt down on your face, and it knocks your breath away. The seat of her silky panties is resting on top of your head. Her ass presses against your face. It's heavy. You realize she's doing it on purpose, grinding herself into you, pressing her weight down. Your nose is buried, half-crushed, in the small space between her pussy and her asshole. You become overwhelmed with Vivian's scent -- talk about role reversal -- it's delicate, perfumey. But beneath that a heady hint of sweat, desperation and cum. With effort, your manage to get your mouth open even despite her weight bearing down on your head. You cup your lips around her mons. She likes this; coos and groans approvingly in her anemic way. She shifts herself forwards and back, rubbing herself on you, like a humping dog. Then she dives back in and starts eating you again.
"F--fuuuck," you sigh. Can't help it.
You want to feel her bare cunt, too. You reach up and tug her panties to one side. Even from directly up-close, there's not a hair to be seen -- smooth and pristine, with tucked-in labia, a pussy you can hardly believe ever fit Alabaster's cock inside of it. Without her panties covering it, it drips freely onto your face -- her sticky, slimy juices oozing shamelessly out of her tiny slit. Not that she can help it. But you know that even if she could, she wouldn't. She wants to get off with you.
You like the way she tastes. And you never thought of yourself as a lesbian, but the way Vivian loves your pussy is the same way you love this darling little cunt slit in front of you. You would eat her out any day, and have fun doing it. As weird and creepy as it is, as much as you don't want to give in to the world of perversion surrounding Vivian, you can't help it. How could you say no to licking a pussy this clean and inviting? Vivian's tongue worming around inside you is driving these depraved thoughts, and sighing, you close your eyes, and lick her back.
The covers oppressively trap your body heat while you suck each other off. Vivian's lithe body is covered with perspiration, yours too. But that makes it more fun. You're both wet, all over. Your pussies are creaming and you're pouring sweat, and it's fun. This tingle deep inside that Vivian is both relieving and aggravating... you never want it to end. All five of your senses are consumed by that, by the thrill of Vivian taking you. Her pale skin, the pulsing insides of her cunt shuddering against your tongue, her delicious cum, her slippery body. Her mouth attached to you like it's a part of you. The way she licks you all over... inside, outside... in your asshole, around your mound... flicking your clit playfully, that slutty little devil. She knows how to make a girl feel good, she was right. You're not as skilled, but you're learning, and you know you're having an effect on her because the volume of her juicing is only increasing.
"I'm -- I'm gonna..." you warn.
"Yesssh," screams, directly into your cunt. It reverberates through you and sets off your orgasm. You cum on Vivian Darkbloom's face just like she begged you to.
Vivian doesn't pay you the same courtesy -- doesn't warn you at all. She simply cums on you. Her pussy spasms, once, twice. And then a geyser of her cum sprays directly into your mouth. For fear of drowning, all you can do is swallow it. But you love it. You grab her ass with both hands and press it down, forcing your tongue deeper, to get it all out.
Vivian is out of her mind with pleasure. She humps up and down, slamming your head repeatedly into the mattress. It dazes you. She's making noises that are barely human. For this moment, you're only a fucktoy, nothing else -- a billionaire's meat urinal. There's a wet slapping sound echoing off the walls as she bounces on top of your face, and you wonder whether you'll bruise. But you don't care about that, either. You wail, sputtering, and choking, nearly suffocating. And you cum and cum and cum in Vivian's pretty little mouth.