Oh fuck, here it comes. You're dumping another scalding load of jizz directly into Vivian's over-full cunt. It's your third of the night so far, and all three have gone inside her. Vivian lies under you in her bed, on her back, knees bowed with the heels of her feet touching. Her ass is half-submerged in the milky pool that all your cumming has created. Her bald little pussy is totally smeared and coated with it, too. She's a nasty mess.
You gulp and pant as you paint her insides even whiter. She grins perversely, and enjoys the high of getting cummed inside: more slop for the piggy. The feeling of cum racing through your dick and out the throbbing cockhead is always a joy -- but especially when you get to nut inside a hole this small and soft. Vivian's pussy is so tight that whenever you drop a load inside it, you have to flex your abs to force all of the cum out. Even with that assistance, it doesn't squirt so much as just wetly ooze, over the course of about ten seconds, as your expanding cock stretches her to her very limits. You dribble pulse after pulse of semen inside her; and, with nowhere to go, the semen dribbles right back out, all around the union of your bodies, and down her stippled thigh, to join the mess already splattered across the bedspread. It's a powerful fucking orgasm indeed, the tightness of Vivian's body drawing it out to an almost painful duration. You can't help groaning "ooooh," over and again as you sperm her.
Even after that third climax, you keep going. Propped on your elbows as you hump, you lean bodily forward and meet Vivian's lips with yours. Her facial muscles are lax and her expression is blank. But she has enough awareness left, just barely, to return the kiss. You join yourselves at both ends, cock in cunt and tongue in mouth, violating this small girl as utterly as you can. She loves it, of course. Although she has a burgeoning relationship with Amber, she will always be a slave to your dick: it turns her from an elegant and refined baroness of industry into a disgusting whore begging for a couple extra squirts of cock-slime. This is the true Vivian Darkbloom, the girl beneath you sucking on your tongue and orgasming like an idiot with her cum-drenched pussy. Her naked body, so anemic and fragile-looking, feels as if it will break at any second as you lie atop her. You're going to fuck her broken. That's what she wants: she wants her insides to break on your horny cock.
You know that's what she wants because she tells you so. Her slurred whining between kisses is hard to decipher, but she means it: "Alabashhhterrr... you're breakinggg meee... do it harderrrr..."
You taunt her. "I already came inside you three times. Shouldn't you share?"
She shakes her head violently side to side, ruffling the pillowtop.
"Greedy slut," you grunt.
Circling around the bed with a camcorder in hand, a naked Dr. Carte asks: "Is that true? Are you a greedy slut?"
"Yesh," Vivian says. Zero hesitation.
Dr. Carte gets up onto the bed on her knees, and zooms the camera's viewfinder up close to the messy spot where your cock is driving in and out of the girl she helped raise. Her other hand slowly tickles her own clitty. She sweeps the camera across Vivian's nude body to capture it in all its lurid detail, and finally focuses on the girl's face:
"Say hello to everyone at home," Dr. Carte instructs.
"You're not really going to post that somewhere, are you?" You ask.
"Hmmm. Maybe~" she says teasingly.
Eyes half-lidded, Vivian faces the lens and focuses on enunciating: "Hello all you perverts," she manages. "I hope... I hope..." she gulps hard, and finishes: "I hope you masturbate to my degradation..."
"Give them a peace sign," you say.
Vivian does as ordered, holding up two fingers by her slackened mouth. It's perfect.
"Are you a greedy slut?" Dr. Carte prods again. "Tell them what you are."
"Yeshhh!" Vivian wails. Her neck muscles strain and twitch. Still with the peace sign, she makes her declaration crystal clear for the camcorder: "I am a greedy slut cunt bitch... I am a disgusting whore! Watch me cum!"
And cum she does. Her little pussy-hole flutters and then she squirts all over your drilling dick. The fragrant smell of her cream joins the stench of raw sex in the room. It makes the slurry of semen underneath her a little less viscous. Dr. Carte captures it all on camera.
"You are greedy," Dr. Carte says. "Aren't you going to let him jizz inside me once?"
"No... no..." she says hoarsely. She gives up on speaking clearly. "In me... it hasssh to be in meee..."
"Fucking toilet," you sneer.
"Yesh."
"How much is it worth to you?" You ask. You lean back a bit, to make room for Dr. Carte, who's swinging her knees over Vivian's head to straddle it. From this vantage, Dr. Carte has the perfect bird's-eye view of your raping dick and how completely it dwarfs young Vivian's child-sized pussy. The position also means that Dr. Carte's own horny pussy is dripping steadily right on Vivian's face, furthering her humiliation.
"W-- what...?" Vivian asks.
"How much is another load of cum in your cunt worth to you?" You say. "How much are you willing to pay for it?"
Dr. Carte can't resist gyrating a little, slowly raising her butt up and down to repeatedly mash her hot pussy against Vivian's wet face. If Vivian won't let you share, Dr. Carte will take her pleasure this way instead. Every time she pulls back up, little threads of her pussy juice cling between her genitals and Vivian.
"$500?" You say.
"Yesh," Vivian says. She wriggles around a bit, her rail-thin body shuddering with the force of your marathon fuck-session.
"$10,000? A million?"
"Yesh! I don't care! Anything! Jusht cum inshide meeeee!"
"All right. I'll cum inside you one more time for a billion dollars," you tell her.
Dr. Carte focuses on Vivian's disbelieving face. "What... a billion...?" Vivian slurs.
"Oh, I guess you don't want it after all," you say. You pull your cock out of the warm sheath of Vivian's cunt.
She weakly reaches out for you, both elbows locking. "Wait! No!"
You thrust back into her. She goes limp again, bites her lips, rolls her eyes in lustful pleasure. Dr. Carte languidly fucks her face.
"One billion dollars and I'll give you another couple squirts of cum," you say. "That's the deal."
"Okay," Vivian says, her voice distant and apathetic to the cost. Her eyes are shimmering, and she smiles up at you. "Asssh long asssh you cummm in here... in h-h-hhereee..." She pets her tiny tummy with a tiny palm. "F-f-fill my womb... I'll do anything... I don't care..."
"There you go," Dr. Carte narrates for the video, "that's all it takes to get Vivian Darkbloom's riches. Just promise to cum in her uterus."
"Yesh."
It's a great deal, you have to admit. Nevermind the fact that you were planning to cum in her anyway. You get your cock buried as far as it goes, enjoying the way her bruised cervix hugs your shaft like an undersized onahole. You sigh and let it happen: a delicious, shiver-inducing fourth orgasm inside Vivian's little body. The semen comes out of your dick in thick glops and seeds her deepest parts, just as she wanted.
She cums again too, screaming, but Dr. Carte cuts it off by sitting on her face. Rocking back and forth, Dr. Carte gets herself off all over Vivian, keeping the camera steady to capture the moment you defile her already-defiled pussy. When she's had her fill of rubbing her cunt on Vivian, she slides off her face with a squelchy noise and settles on the pillows, allowing Vivian to rest the back of her head in her lap.
At last you finish jizzing. Even for you, this has been a banner night. Completely sated and tuckered out, you unmate your still half-erect dick from Vivian's steamy cunt. Like a plug from a bathtub drain, your cock's exit from Vivian's little body unleashes a whirlpool of frothy liquid. Dr. Carte, ever the helpful camerawoman, gets it all down on video. You wonder whether she'll really post it. Or... maybe even better... it could be used to blackmail Vivian into doing all sorts of new, horrible and degrading things.
Vivian is lying in a nasty puddle of cum, yours and hers. But she isn't satisfied with even that: "Wait... you're not done yet... are you...?"
"I couldn't possibly cum again," you say. "Not even for all the money in the world..."
Dr. Carte slowly parts Vivian's matted hair from her face, as Vivian says: "I want more... more cum, pleasshee..."
You stare blinkingly down at her. Then up, at Dr. Carte, who's smiling in debauched amusement. "There's plenty left over, isn't there?" Dr. Carte asks. You and Dr. Carte have the same idea at the same time: you each yank Vivian around by her hair, and force her face-down into the soupy mess that seeped from her pussy.
"Here's the cum you wanted," you spit. "Clean up after yourself, cunt."
"Mmmmmfff," she mutters deliriously, sucking and licking at the mixture. "Yesh, of courrshee..." Jaw hanging open, she draws her little pink tongue in lazy circles.
For minutes on end, piggy little Vivian Darkbloom feeds on your commingled fluids, slurping it all down into her hungry tummy. She sucks and licks, drinks and chews the clumpy wads of cum until it's all gone, and the only thing left is a huge wet stain on the covers. By the time it's all over, you swear you can see just a little bulge in Vivian's almost anorexic belly.
Dr. Carte, who's not shy at all about getting messy herself, curls up with Vivian on the soiled bed. Vivian is completely sapped from the abuse, and close to unconsciousness. Dr. Carte kisses her all over, her lips traveling across Vivian's sloppy body. From the young girl's skin, she licks and suckles the mix of sweat and cum -- yours and Vivian's.
As you pull on your underwear, you ask: "How are you going to pay me? I'll take some of your stock positions if that would be easiest for you."
Vivian smiles wanly at you even as Dr. Carte's lewd mouth continues its ravishment. "You are quite the comedian, Alabaster."
"I'm not fucking joking," you say. "Do I look like I'm joking? You owe me $1 billion."
Vivian's eyes turn to saucers. "You-- cannot be serious--"
"Now, now," Dr. Carte purrs. She pecks Vivian on the forehead. "You did make a promise, didn't you?"
"But I..."
"If you don't pay him... I might be forced to post the video we made, after all..."
See? Blackmail is so fun. Vivian is breathless with frustration and helplessness.
Dr. Carte kisses her soothingly on the lips. "Welcome to the Nail House, honey," she says.