The Heart System

Chapter 875: Chapter 875

Instead of texting Penelope, I decided to just swing by her place and offer her the messed-up deal in person. I really didn’t want to, but there wasn’t anyone else I knew who might actually accept something like this. The woman was a complete nympho.

I knocked on the door a second time.

"Hey. It’s me, Penelope. Just open up."

"Ugh... you?" Her voice came from the other side, clearly annoyed.

The door opened. Penelope stood there in a tight tank top that strained hard against her massive fake tits. She was visibly sweaty, a game controller still in one hand, and she looked thoroughly irritated at the interruption.

"Hey," I said. "Mind if I come in?"

"Fuck. I was in the middle of masturbating, you idiot. Come in."

I stepped inside. Penelope didn’t wait for me. She walked straight back to the living room, dropped onto the floor, and leaned back against the single couch in front of the TV. A game console was connected and still running. She unpaused whatever she had been playing, shoved her shorts down and off, then pressed the vibrating controller directly against her pussy.

On screen, her character was stuck in a continuous fall, which made the controller vibrate nonstop against her.

"Broke my fucking dildo," she moaned, grinding against the controller. "They told me it was waterproof. Bullshit."

"Wow... and you’re just using the controller instead?"

She unlocked her phone with one hand and turned the screen toward me for a second. A porn video was already playing; she had clearly been watching it before I showed up. The video resumed the moment the screen lit up.

I walked over and stood beside her, arms crossed, not entirely sure what the hell I was supposed to do or say. Just stand there? Wait? Bring up the deal while she was openly getting herself off in front of me? The whole situation was ridiculous.

"Don’t stand there like a fucking statue," she said without looking at me. "Do something."

"Well..." I muttered. "Sure."

I stepped closer, grabbed her by the shoulders, and pulled her upright so she was sitting more fully between my legs. Then I sat down behind her, sandwiching myself between her back and the couch. I hooked my hands under her thighs, spread her legs wider, yanked the vibrating controller away and tossed it aside, and pushed two fingers straight into her soaked pussy.

"Feels a lot better when someone else is doing it, huh?" I whispered against her ear, curling my fingers.

"Mm. Fuck yeah," she moaned, head tipping back against my shoulder. "Keep going."

I kept fingering her in steady, firm strokes, the wet sounds already loud in the quiet living room. With my other hand I shoved her tank top up until it rested above her massive fake tits. Knowing exactly what she liked, I pinched one thick nipple hard between my fingers.

Penelope’s hips jerked. "Yeah... just like that. Fuck. Pinch it harder."

I did. She moaned louder, grinding down against my hand.

"You’re already dripping all over my fingers," I muttered against her ear. "Couldn’t even wait for a real cock, huh? Just sitting here getting yourself off with a broken controller like a desperate little slut."

"Shut up and keep going," she panted. "Bite my fucking shoulder."

I leaned in and bit down on the soft skin where her neck met her shoulder.

"Harder, you fucking retard. Are you a man or what?"

I bit down harder. Her pussy clenched around my fingers and got even wetter.

I kept working her, fingers thrusting deep, thumb occasionally brushing her clit, the other hand still roughly pinching and twisting her oversized nipple. Penelope’s breathing grew sharper. Her free hand shot out and clamped around my forearm, nails digging in as her hips started moving on their own, fucking herself on my fingers.

"I’m close... don’t you fucking stop..."

Her whole body tensed. A broken, loud moan tore out of her as she came hard, pussy pulsing tightly around my fingers while a warm rush of wetness spilled out over my hand and onto the floor. She kept grinding through it for several seconds, trembling, before finally going limp against my chest.

I slowed my fingers and eventually pulled them out, wiping them absently on her discarded shorts. Penelope was still breathing hard, head resting against my shoulder, massive tits rising and falling under the shoved-up tank top.

I leaned in, licked a slow stripe up the side of her neck, then firmly pushed her forward. She went easily onto her hands and knees on the living room floor, ass pushed back toward me. I straightened up behind her, looking down at the mess she’d already made and the way she was still slightly trembling.

"Now," I smiled, still kneeling behind her. "Let’s make this whole thing more interesting."

I grabbed both of her thick asscheeks, spread them wide, and leaned in. Without any warning I dragged my tongue over her tight asshole in a long, slow lick.

Penelope jerked forward with a sharp breath. "You dirty fucking bitch..."

I only grinned and kept going, licking her more thoroughly, swirling my tongue around the rim before pushing the tip inside. After a few more wet strokes I pulled back, spat directly onto her hole, and rubbed the saliva in with one finger, teasing the tight ring without pushing in yet.

Then I reached for the still-vibrating controller.

Penelope glanced back just in time to see what I was doing. "What the fuck are you—"

I pressed the rounded end of the controller against her asshole and started pushing. It was too thick to go in easily. Her hole resisted hard.

"What the fuck are you doing, you retard?!" she snapped, trying to pull forward. "AAGH... FUUUUCK!"

I kept steady pressure. After a few firm attempts the tight ring finally gave way with a sudden stretch, and a good portion of the vibrating controller sank into her ass. Penelope let out a sharp, gritted scream, forehead dropping toward the floor.