The Ultimate Corruption

David rubbed his thick cock up and down the entrance to Carrie's pussy. She was two weeks away from marrying your dad. She was off birth control. And David was intent on ensuring she would be carrying his child when she made her vows.

"You fucking bastard, just do it," Carrie whispered. He'd already knocked up Abby. She knew it, David knew it, Abby knew it, but know one else did. It was the worst kind of conspiracy. David smirked and pushed forward, sinking half of his big cock into Carrie. She grunted.

"C'mon princess, you know the rules. The nicer you are to me, the nicer you get fucked. And maybe use the right words, hm?" David taunted her. She growled, as he fed her more cock, laying his flabby body over hers, making it harder to breathe.

"Sorry ... Master." David smirked, pulling his weight back, slapping her ass.

"That's a good doll," he settled down, fucking her tight pussy, but fucking with a purpose. He wanted her bred. He wanted Abby and Carrie and Cassie all carrying his babies. He pushed his cock balls deep.

"Ohhhh, fuck," Carrie whimpered as he opened her up.

"C'mon bitch, beg ... you know you want it," David ordered.

"Please ... breed me. Fucking breed me," Carrie said, collapsing on the bed, surrendering. He cackled, pushing forward, pushing hard, the tip of his cock in her womb as he sprayed his thick seed into her. Mmm, this felt ... right. He thought this did the job, but he'd keep at it through the wedding day. They laid there for half an hour after.

"Just do me one favor," she said.

"Probably not, but what is it?" Carrie nodded over at your room, at the person who betrayed her and let her onto this tortured, corrupted path.

"Lose the spare."