The Heart System

Chapter 23: Chapter 23

I kept working her shoulders, slow and firm, letting the oil seep into her skin. Her breathing deepened, chest rising and falling heavier, beads of sweat forming at her temple. My cock stirred just from watching her body soften under my hands.

I leaned closer to her ear, my voice dropping. ”Should I move on to the lower parts, ma’am?”

Her stern gaze wavered, flicking down to my crotch. My erection strained against my pants, obvious, throbbing. She hesitated, then nodded once.

”I need you to tell me,” I whispered, leaning in so close my bulge nearly brushed her cheek. ”And ’please’ wouldn’t hurt either.”

She bit her lip. ”P-please... go lower.”

That was all I needed. I shifted down her body, pouring more oil onto her thighs and working it in, kneading the soft meat. She trembled under my touch, little gasps slipping out despite herself.

Her abs clenched as I moved up to her stomach, fingers gliding just beneath the edge of the towel.

”If we lose the towels,” I said, my tone playful but firm, ”it’d be easier for me to do a proper massage, ma’am.”

For a second, she resisted. Then, with the oil already dragging her nerves into bliss, she gave in. She parted her legs slightly. I slid the towel off her hips and set it aside.

Fuck. Pink, swollen, perfect. A neat triangle of trimmed hair crowned her mound, giving her that classy, mature edge. Normally I wasn’t into hair, but on her? It just worked.

”You look tense, ma’am,” I said, hands dripping with oil. ”May I... indulge you with my special massage?”

She didn’t speak, just gave the faintest nod. That was all the permission I needed.

I slid my palms down from her shoulders, trailing the slick warmth over the curve of her chest. My thumbs brushed the sides of her nipples under the towel, teasing just enough to make her gasp. ”Sensitive, aren’t you?” I murmured.

Her answer was a quiet exhale. I tugged the towel down and let it fall away, revealing her breasts—full, heavy, perfectly shaped. My hands grabbed them, kneading firmly, rolling her nipples between slick fingers. She arched into it, lips parting in a husky moan.

”Fuck, that’s good,” she whispered, surprising herself.

”That’s just the start.” I bent and flicked my tongue across one nipple while squeezing the other. Oil dripped down her stomach, sliding to the towel at her hips.

My hand followed the trail lower, pressing into her belly, slow circles, letting the anticipation build. She trembled under me. Then I reached the edge of her pussy. My fingers brushed her trimmed patch of hair, pinching gently, tugging until she gasped out loud.

”Y-you’re... teasing me,” she breathed.

”Exactly.” I smirked, letting the hair slip from my grip. Her pussy... just looking at it made my cock pulse.

I didn’t touch it yet. Instead, I went down to her foot, grabbing her ankle and lifting it. ”Every part of you deserves attention,” I said, massaging the arch, rubbing oil between her toes. She bit her lip, trying not to moan, but her hips shifted on the table.

She gave a shaky laugh. ”You’re... insane.”

”Mm. Maybe. But you’re enjoying it.”

I moved back up, hand gliding over her calf, thigh, and finally, I pressed my palm against her bare mound. She jolted. I circled a finger over her clit, gentle at first, then harder as her hips bucked against me.

”God... yes...” she groaned, grabbing the edges of the massage table.

I slid one finger into her, curling it. The oil made it glide so easily she was dripping down my knuckles in seconds. Another finger joined, pumping faster, scissoring her open.

”Ohhh—fuck!” She arched, moaning loud.

Her pussy clenched hard, soaking my fingers as she came once, then again almost immediately when I pressed deeper.

”That’s two,” I whispered in her ear, fingers still moving. ”Think you can handle more?”

She gasped, nodding frantically, sweat beading on her forehead.

I made her cum three, four, five times just on my fingers. Her thighs were shaking, juices running down to the towel under her, but I didn’t stop. The oil amplified everything, making her hypersensitive, making her lose control. By the tenth orgasm she was begging—voice hoarse, chest rising and falling fast.

”P-please... please, fuck me.”

That was all I needed. I dropped my pants, my cock already hard and shining with pre-cum. I spread more oil on it, stroking once, twice, before lining up at her soaked entrance.

She looked down, eyes wide at the sight of me. ”Oh, god...”

”Relax, ma’am,” I said, pressing the head inside. ”This is the real special massage.”

Holding her legs on my shoulders while she was still on the table, I pushed in deep, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke. She screamed into her hand, her pussy squeezing me so hard I almost lost it immediately.

”That’s it,” I groaned. ”Take it all.”

I set a rhythm—slow at first, then harder, my hips slapping against her ass as the table creaked. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I grabbed them, kneading as I fucked her. She came again, clenching around me so tight I almost buckled.

”F-fuck, I can’t... I’m losing count,” she cried, tears at the corners of her eyes from sheer overstimulation.

”That’s twelve,” I grunted, slamming harder. ”I’m not done with you yet.”

I pulled out and flipped her over, putting her on all fours on the table. I grabbed her hips and shoved back inside, fucking her from behind, balls slapping her clit. Her ass bounced against me, slick and glistening with oil.

”Oh god, oh god, oh FUCK!” she screamed, cumming again and again.

I leaned over her, one hand on her tit swinging beneath her, the other smacking her ass, leaving red prints. ”Count for me,” I ordered.

”S-sixteen!” she sobbed, collapsing forward but still letting me hammer into her.

Her body was trembling violently, sweat dripping, pussy flooding around my cock. I knew I wasn’t going to last long with how tight she was milking me.

”Here it comes,” I growled, slamming harder, deeper, until my balls tightened. ”You’re getting my special oil now, ma’am.”

”No, you wouldn’t—” she gasped, but then I drove one last thrust deep inside and exploded.

Cum poured into her in hot spurts, filling her pussy until it overflowed. She collapsed fully onto the table, shaking with her final orgasm as I emptied every drop into her.

I stayed inside for a moment, grinding my hips to push it deeper, before finally pulling out. My cum leaked out of her, running down her thighs, mixing with the Sensual Oil glistening on her skin.

I collapsed back into the chair, breathless, cock softening as I watched her body trembling from the aftermath.

She turned her head, face flushed, lips parted. ”That... was... not... a massage...”

I smirked, wiping sweat from my forehead. ”No... that was a treatment. With my own special oil.”

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Sexual Activity Completed

Partner: A customer

EXP Gained: +12

Star Rating: 1.5 ★★

Reason: Performance Assist Detected

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Man... fuck this Performance Assist penalty.

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Name: Evan Marlowe

Age: 21

Height: 179 cm

Weight: 73 kg

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Level: 2

EXP: 125 / 179

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I was still catching my breath, slumped in the chair, watching her body twitch with aftershocks, when the creak of the door cut the air like a blade.

Susan stood in the doorway. Her sharp suit, her cold eyes, her lips pressed thin. She didn’t even need to say anything—the disappointment on her face said it all. She covered her face with one hand and let out a long, slow exhale.

”Evan,” she said flatly, voice tight with control. ”My office. Now.”

”Fuck...” I muttered under my breath, scrubbing a hand through my sweaty hair. I pulled my pants back up quick, cock still sticky with oil and cum. My chest pounded like I’d just been caught red-handed—which, hell, I had.

”Okay,” I sighed, forcing myself to stand. ”Okay. I’m coming.”

Susan didn’t respond. She just turned on her heel, heels clicking hard against the hallway floor as she walked away.

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