The Heart System

It was almost ten in the morning when I finally woke up. My phone was ringing loudly on the nightstand, dragging me out of a deep sleep. I groaned and rolled over to the left side of the bed. Nala and Jasmine had already left for work. Wait… now that Nala and I had made up, did that mean I wasn’t fired anymore? I really needed to ask her about that later.

I blindly reached for my phone, trying to avoid the bright sunlight pouring into the room. After a few attempts, I finally grabbed it and checked the screen. It was Ivy. Shit. She probably wanted to talk about that night.

I answered with a sleepy voice.

“Hello?”

“Evan?” Ivy asked softly. “Sorry, did I wake you up? You sound really tired.”

“Kinda,” I replied, yawning. “What’s up?”

“I, uh…” She hesitated. “I don’t really know what to say. I just wanted to thank you… for bringing me home that night.”

“Oh… yeah. No problem,” I said. “That’s what friends are for.”

“Yeah…”

She didn’t… remember the kiss? At least it didn’t sound like she did. If she remembered kissing me, she probably would’ve brought it up immediately. Or maybe she was just too embarrassed to mention it. Either way, the whole situation felt weirdly confusing.

“Wanna meet up?” I asked.

She took a deep breath. “Sure. When and where?”

“That coffee shop across the street from your apartment? In… maybe half an hour? They make a killer matcha.”

“Okay, sounds good,” she replied. “Just text me when you get there?”

“Will do. See you soon.”

“Mm… yeah. Bye.”

I hung up and dropped the phone onto the bed, sinking deeper into the pillow. I felt lazy as hell, like I had zero strength to move. But I had somewhere to be now.

I threw the blanket off and immediately winced. I had serious morning wood, and it was straining painfully against my shorts.

“Minne!”

A few seconds later, the bedroom door opened.

Holy shit.

Minne stepped inside wearing something that could barely be called clothing. It was a sexy, strappy lingerie piece designed specifically to tease, thin black straps framed her petite body, but left her small, perky ass completely exposed. The fabric was crotchless, putting her tight little pussy and asshole on full display. She looked incredibly shy but clearly excited.

“Um… M-Master… I was going to surprise you, but you woke up too early…” she said softly, blushing.

I stared at her, my cock twitching hard at the sight.

“I… wow,” I muttered. “Get that ass over here, honey. That’s one hell of a surprise.”

“I was planning to wake you up nicely, but…” She walked toward the bed shyly. “Sorry…”

“Sorry? I fucking love it.”

I leaned forward, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her onto the bed with me. She landed on my chest, her head resting on my shoulder and her legs draped over mine. With one hand, I gently stroked her hair, while my other hand squeezed her soft, exposed ass.

“Where did you get this?” I asked, running my fingers over the delicate straps.

“Mrs. Jasmine made me buy it,” she admitted shyly. “She got one for herself and asked if I wanted one too… Does it look good on me, Master?”

“It looks perfect on you,” I said, giving her ass a light smack. “I love it.”

She let out a faint, happy laugh. “Thank you, Master.”

I smiled and kissed the top of her head, then slapped her ass again, enjoying how it jiggled. I stopped playing with her hair and brought two fingers to her lips. She immediately opened her mouth and started sucking on them obediently, her tongue swirling around them, coating them with saliva.

With my other hand, I moved down and began circling her tight little asshole with my index finger. After teasing her for a moment, I slowly pushed the finger inside. Minne squeaked cutely and gently bit down on my fingers in surprise.

I chuckled. “Like that?”

“M-Master… ah…” she moaned around my fingers.

“Does it hurt?” I asked with a smile, pushing my finger a little deeper. “What are you going to do when I finally put my dick in this tight little ass, then?”

“I can take it…” she whimpered softly, pushing her ass back against my finger. “For you, Master.”

Fuck.

Minne’s words, “I can take it… for you, Master” sent a rush of heat straight to my cock. I pulled my finger out of her tight little asshole and gently rolled her onto her stomach.

“Stay just like that,” I said, voice low as I put her to the side. “Ass up, face down.”

Minne obediently pushed her small, perky ass higher into the air, arching her back deeply. The strappy lingerie framed her ass perfectly, leaving her tight pink hole completely exposed. I knelt behind her, spreading her cheeks wider with both hands.

“Fuck, look at this tiny hole,” I groaned. “So small and tight. You really think you can take my cock here, baby?”

“I’ll try… I want to make Master feel good,” she whimpered, pushing her ass back toward me shyly.

I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube Jasmine had bought for these… special occasions. I poured a generous amount directly onto her asshole and my fingers, then slowly worked one finger back inside her. She was incredibly tight, her ring squeezing hard around my digit. I added a second finger, scissoring them gently to stretch her.

Minne moaned into the pillow, her small hands gripping the sheets tightly.

“Relax for me, honey,” I murmured, pumping my fingers slowly. “This tight little ass needs to open up if you want me inside.”

I spent several minutes fingering her, adding more lube, working her open as gently as I could. When I felt she was ready, I coated my rock-hard cock thoroughly with lube and pressed the swollen head against her tiny pink hole.

“Here it comes, baby.”