The Heart System

Chapter 916: Chapter 916

I buried myself all the way to the hilt, nose pressed against my stomach, and came with a long, broken groan. Thick, heavy ropes of cum flooded her throat in strong, endless pulses. Carrie gagged hard around me, throat convulsing as she tried to swallow the sudden flood. Some of it still managed to leak from the corners of her stretched lips and run down her chin in thick white streaks, but she kept swallowing, eyes squeezed shut, while I held her head in place and emptied everything I had left straight down her throat.

I stayed locked against her face for several long seconds, cock still twitching and spilling the last weaker spurts, until the intense pulses finally started to fade. When I finally pulled out, a thick mixture of cum and spit poured from her open mouth and ran down her chin onto her soft tits. She stayed on her knees between my legs, coughing softly, completely ruined, face shiny and streaked, mascara destroyed, lips swollen, throat working as she swallowed the last of what I had given her.

She looked up at me with watery, unfocused eyes, still breathing hard, a thick strand of cum still connecting her bottom lip to the tip of my cock.

I reached down and wiped some of the mess across her cheek with my thumb, smearing it further.

”Good girl,” I muttered, voice still rough. ”You took every drop. Look at the state of you. Completely fucking ruined.”

Carrie only nodded weakly, still on her knees, still dripping, looking exactly like the thoroughly used married woman who had come to a cheap motel for exactly this.

”Wash your face. Then come here.”

”Ok... okay.”

Carrie pushed herself up on shaky legs and walked into the small bathroom, closing the door behind her. I lay back on the bed, one arm under my head, still breathing hard. My body felt heavy and used. The cheap mattress creaked under my weight. For a couple of minutes the only sounds were the running water from the bathroom and my own slowing heartbeat.

A few minutes later the door opened again. Carrie came back looking cleaner. The worst of the mascara streaks were gone, her face washed, but her eyes still carried that heavy, thoroughly fucked look. When she walked, a thick trickle of my cum slowly ran down the inside of one thigh and left a shiny trail on her skin.

I patted the space beside me. She climbed onto the bed and settled against my side, resting her head on my arm. I immediately reached for her soft tit and started kneading it roughly, squeezing the full weight of it, dragging my thumb hard over the nipple until it stiffened, pinching and rolling it between my fingers while I stared at the stained ceiling.

A soft chime sounded at the edge of my vision.

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QUEST AVAILABLE

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Have her call her husband.

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Reward(s): 550 EXP

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I kept playing with her breast, not looking at her.

”Call your husband.”

Carrie lifted her head a little. ”Why?”

I didn’t answer. I just kept squeezing and pinching her tit, waiting in silence.

She hesitated only a second longer, then reached toward the nightstand, grabbed her phone, and unlocked it. I watched her find his contact and hit the call button.

”Speaker.” I muttered.

She put it on speaker and set the phone down on the mattress between us. The line rang twice.

”Hey, babe.” Her husband’s voice came through, warm and clearly surprised. ”Didn’t think I’d hear from you until later. Thought you had that long meeting at TechForge today.”

Babe? Oh, fuck off.

”Yeah... it wrapped up early,” Carrie said, trying to keep her voice even while I continued roughly groping her breast.

”You sound out of breath. Everything okay?”

”I’m fine. Just walking a bit. The car had some issues earlier so I’m stretching my legs.”

I pinched her nipple hard enough to make her breath catch. She bit her lip and forced herself to keep talking.

”You sure you’re alright? You keep sounding... I don’t know, distracted.”

”I’m good, honey. Really. Just a long day.”

Another quest window appeared.

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QUEST AVAILABLE

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Fist her ass while she talks to

her husband.

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Reward(s): 1250 EXP

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Fuck, fisting her ass? Man, I was going to lose so many REP points but... the EXP was way too good for me to pass. I’d needed a shit ton of EXP to level up and that dungeon, even though I literally wouldn’t die in it, was as dangerous as it got. Fucking traumatizing. So... I had to take this one.

I sat up. Carrie looked at me questioningly while still talking to her husband. I grabbed her by the hips and roughly rolled her onto her stomach. She let out a small surprised sound as her soft tits flattened against the mattress.

”Mm? Did you say something, babe?” her husband asked.

”Nothing,” Carrie answered quickly, voice a little tight. ”I was just talking to... to Nala. Yes. We’re walking together.”

I moved the phone to the nightstand so it wouldn’t get in the way, then climbed over her. One hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades to keep her flat. With the other I spread her soft cheeks and pressed my closed fist against the still-slick, slightly open rim of her asshole.

Carrie whispered, almost soundlessly, ”What are you doing?”

”Babe? You still there?”

”Yes... yes, I’m here,” she said louder, forcing her voice to stay calm. ”Nala was just asking me something.”

I pushed.

Her hole was still incredibly tight even after everything I had already done to it. The pink rim stretched slowly around my knuckles, pale and resisting hard. I kept steady, firm pressure, twisting my wrist slightly, forcing the widest part of my hand against the stubborn muscle. Carrie buried her face in the pillow to muffle the sharp, strained sound that tried to escape her throat.

”You sure everything’s okay?” her husband asked again, sounding more concerned. ”You keep going quiet on me.”

”I’m fine,” she managed, voice strained. ”Just... listening to Nala talk. You know how she is.”