The Heart System

Chapter 403: Chapter 403

The flared base cleared her rim with a wet, obscene sound. Her asshole gaped open immediately—pink, slick, pulsing in the cool air of the room. A small, helpless sound escaped her throat.

I stared down at it for a long second, watching the ring wink and try to close, failing. "Fuck... look at that ruined little hole. Wide open and begging already."

I slid two fingers in without warning—middle and index, straight to the second knuckle. Carrie’s whole body jerked, a sharp gasp ripping out of her.

Kim stepped closer then, boots soft on the carpet. She crouched beside us, eyes wide and glittering under the low light. Our gazes met over Carrie’s trembling body. Kim’s lips curved into a quiet, wicked giggle. She pulled her phone from her pocket, angled it down, hit record. The tiny red light blinked on.

I couldn’t help the slow smile that tugged at my mouth.

I started working my fingers—slow at first, then deeper, in and out, feeling the hot, velvety grip of her ass try to pull me back in every time I withdrew. Carrie’s pussy dripped steadily now, a thin trail running down toward her tailbone, pooling on the carpet.

I reached up with my free hand, squeezed her cheeks together hard enough to make her mouth pop open in a perfect little ’O’. Then I leaned forward and spat right onto her blindfolded face. The saliva landed on her cheek, slid slow toward her open mouth.

"Fucking slut," I growled. "Getting so wet just from having your ass played with. Just how horny are you, huh? Dripping like a bitch in heat and I haven’t even fucked you yet."

Carrie moaned—low, broken, needy.

I added a third finger. Three now, stretching her wider. She hissed through her teeth, hips bucking up involuntarily. I sped up—fast, shallow thrusts, curling my fingers to drag against the sensitive walls inside her.

I let go of her face, spat again—this time harder, splattering across her lips and chin. Then I smeared it in with my palm, rubbing the spit over her cheeks, her mouth, marking her.

Without warning I pushed those wet fingers past her lips, deep into her mouth. She gagged instantly, throat convulsing around my knuckles, but I didn’t pull back. I fucked her mouth slow and deep, feeling her tongue flatten and struggle, spit pooling and dripping down her chin to mix with the mess already on her face.

I kept it up for a long minute—fingers sliding in and out of both holes at once—until my hand was coated, slick with her saliva.

Finally I pulled free. Strings of spit connected my fingers to her swollen lips for a second before snapping. I brought my hand straight down to her gaping ass, rubbed the thick saliva all over her stretched rim, pushing some inside with two fingers again just to slick her up more.

Then I stood.

I stripped fast—boots kicked off, jeans shoved down, t-shirt yanked over my head. Naked now, cock hard and heavy, already leaking at the tip.

I planted one bare foot on her soft waist, pressing just enough to pin her.

"Turn around," I ordered. "On your knees. Arch that fat ass up."

Carrie moved immediately—blind, shaky, but obedient. She rolled onto her stomach, pushed up onto her hands and knees, then dropped her chest low to the carpet, ass lifted high. Back arched deep, thighs spread, pussy glistening, asshole still slightly open from the plug and my fingers.

I knelt behind her.

I gripped my cock, rubbed the head slowly along her crack—up and down over that puffy, abused ring. The tip caught on the rim every time I passed, making her whimper and push back like she was trying to suck me in.

"Such a sloppy, desperate hole," I muttered. "Look at it twitching for dick. You’re gonna take every inch, aren’t you? Gonna let me wreck this greedy ass while your cunt leaks all over the floor."

She moaned—wordless, pleading.

I pressed forward.

No resistance at all. Her ass opened around me like it had been waiting for this exact moment. I slid in smooth and deep—halfway in one slow push, then all the way until my hips met her cheeks. Carrie let out a long, shuddering moan, body trembling. Fresh wetness poured from her pussy, dripping down her thighs in thin rivulets.

I stayed buried for a second, feeling her pulse around me, hot and tight and perfect.

I started moving—slow at first, letting her feel every thick inch dragging out, then slamming back in deep enough to make her whole body jolt forward. Her ass gripped me like a vice, hot and slick, no resistance left after the plug and fingers had already opened her up. Each thrust made a wet, filthy sound that echoed in the quiet room, mixing with the steady hammer of rain against the window.

"Fuck, listen to that sloppy hole," I growled, hips snapping forward again. "Swallowing my cock like the greedy pig you are. You love getting your fat ass reamed, don’t you? Dripping cunt making a mess on the carpet while I use your shithole."

Carrie moaned—long, broken, muffled against the carpet. Her blindfold stayed tight, but her mouth hung open, drool pooling under her cheek.

I picked up speed, pounding into her with hard strokes. My palm cracked down on one cheek—sharp, stinging. The flesh jiggled, a red handprint blooming instantly against her pale skin.

"Count them, bitch," I ordered. "Or I stop."

"O-one..." she gasped.

Another slap—harder, on the other cheek.

"T-two..."

I kept fucking her through it, relentless, feeling her walls flutter and clench every time my palm connected. Her pussy was a steady leak now, slick trails running down her inner thighs, pooling beneath her knees.

I glanced over at Kim. She was still standing a few feet away, phone in one hand recording, eyes dark and hungry. I crooked two fingers at her—come here.

She stepped closer without hesitation, boots soft on the carpet. I leaned in as I kept thrusting into Carrie, deep and steady, my voice dropping to a rough whisper against Kim’s ear.

"Slap her ass."

Kim let out a quiet, wicked chuckle. She reached out, palm connecting with Carrie’s right cheek—light at first, almost playful. Carrie whimpered.

Then Kim did it again—harder. The crack rang out sharper than mine. Carrie’s body jerked forward, ass pushing back onto my cock instinctively.

"Good," I muttered.

I grabbed Kim by the throat—not hard, just firm enough to feel her pulse jump under my fingers—and pulled her in. Our mouths crashed together. She kissed back hungry, tongue sliding against mine, small moan vibrating into my mouth. Her free hand gripped my shoulder for balance while I kept fucking Carrie in long, punishing strokes.

I broke the kiss after a few seconds, lips brushing hers one last time. "Keep watching," I told her low. Then I turned my attention back to the blindfolded woman trembling under me.

"You hear that?" I snarled down at Carrie, slamming in harder. "Another slap. And another. Bet that makes your sloppy cunt throb even more, huh?"

Carrie’s moans turned higher, more desperate. Her walls started fluttering wildly around my cock—classic sign she was close. Her thighs shook, hips bucking back to chase the friction.

"Please—Daddy—please let me cum," she begged, voice cracking. "I need it—I’m so close—please—"

I laughed low, cruel. "You didn’t earn it yet, sow."

I pulled almost all the way out—slow, teasing—then slammed back in once, hard, grinding deep. Her body seized, legs trembling violently as the orgasm tried to crest.

Then I stopped moving completely. Buried to the hilt, but still. No friction. No rhythm. Just the pressure of me filling her, unmoving.

Carrie whined—high, frustrated, body shaking like she was fighting the denial itself. Her pussy clenched uselessly around nothing, the almost-orgasm fading fast, leaving her panting and wrecked.

I didn’t give her time to recover.

I started fucking her again—harder this time, brutal snaps of my hips that made her tits bounce under the leather straps, made the whole bedframe rattle even though we weren’t on it yet. Each thrust shoved her forward an inch across the carpet.

Kim slapped her ass again—crack—then again, leaving overlapping red marks. Carrie cried out, half pain, half pleasure.

I reached down, tangled my fingers in her damp hair, yanked her head back sharply. Her neck arched, blindfold still in place, mouth open in a silent scream. I fucked her fast now—short, punishing strokes, skin slapping skin loud enough to drown the rain for a second.

"Take it, you disgusting slut," I growled. "This is all you’re good for—getting your holes wrecked while we laugh at how desperate you are."

One final thrust—deep, brutal, balls slapping against her soaked cunt. I held there, grinding, feeling her spasm around me.

Then I pulled out completely, my cock shining with her slick, tip glistening. Her gaping asshole twitched, trying to close around nothing.

I stepped back.

"Get on the bed, slut," I ordered. "Not gonna do all the work by myself."