The Heart System

Chapter 953: Chapter 953

Carrie was bent over the dinner table, cheek pressed to the polished wood, arms stretched out in front of her like she was trying to hold on. I stood behind her, hands locked on her soft hips, and drove into her ass with deep, punishing strokes. We had been at it for over an hour already. Clothes were scattered across the living room and kitchen. Empty wine glasses sat forgotten on the counter. The other girls had long since drifted to the couches or the floor, watching, touching themselves, or simply recovering from earlier rounds. I had already cum twice, and somehow still had two more loads left in the tank. Also, the Pleasure skill at eighty was doing exactly what I needed it to do.

I kept fucking her hard. Real hard.

Every time my hips slammed forward the wine bottle near the edge of the table rocked dangerously, glass neck tipping closer to the drop with each impact. The wet, filthy slap of my cock burying itself in her stretched asshole filled the open space of the penthouse. Carrie’s soft ass jiggled and rippled under the force. Her thick thighs trembled. The black dress was shoved up around her waist; the buttplug she had arrived with was lying somewhere on the floor, long since replaced by me.

"Fucking take it," I groaned, voice rough from an hour of nonstop use. "You married whore came all the way here just to get your ass destroyed. Look at you. Bent over my table like the desperate whore you are."

Carrie moaned into the wood, the sound muffled and broken. "Yes... yes, fuck... use me... I came here for this..."

I gave her a sharp slap on the right cheek, hard enough to leave a red handprint, then another on the left. The soft flesh bounced under the impact. I never slowed the pace. Deep, heavy thrusts that forced her body forward against the table edge every single time.

"That’s right. Tell me what you are."

"I’m a whore," she panted, voice cracking. "I’m your whore... I need it... please don’t stop..."

I grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved her head down harder against the table. Her cheek flattened against the cool surface. The wine bottle rocked again, almost going over. I fucked her even harder, the tight heat of her asshole gripping every thick inch on the way in and dragging on the way out. Sweat ran down my chest and dripped onto the small of her back. My cock felt huge inside her, the rim of her hole stretched shiny and red around the base every time I bottomed out.

"Louder," I ordered. "I want the whole room to hear what a filthy fucking slut Carrie Beldenwary is when she’s getting her ass reamed."

"I’m a slut!" she cried out, the words half-sobbed. "I’m a dirty married slut who came here to get fucked like an animal, please, Evan, harder..."

I gave it to her. Hips cracking against her ass, the table legs scraping faintly against the floor with the force. The wet sound of her hole taking me over and over was obscene. Carrie’s moans climbed higher, turning sharp and desperate. I could feel her starting to tighten around me in short, greedy pulses.

"You’re gonna cum again," I snarled, still holding her head down. "You’re gonna cum with my cock buried in your ass like the cheap whore you are. Do it. Cum for me."

And... she did.

A raw, broken cry tore out of her throat as her asshole clamped down hard around my shaft in powerful, spasms. Her whole body shook against the table. The wine bottle finally tipped, rolled, and fell, shattering on the floor in a spray of red, but neither of us cared. I kept pounding her through the orgasm, feeling every strong contraction milk and squeeze me while she came apart under my hands.

I didn’t stop.

I fucked her even harder, chasing my own release now, teeth gritted, one hand still fisted in her hair and the other bruising her hip. The tight, fluttering heat of her freshly-orgasmed asshole was too much. The pressure at the base of my spine built fast and heavy.

"Fuck, take it, take every drop, you fucking slut..."

I slammed in to the hilt and came hard.

Thick, heavy ropes of cum pumped deep into her ass in strong, pulsing waves. I groaned through it, hips jerking, grinding against her soft cheeks while I emptied everything I had left. Carrie moaned weakly under me, still twitching from her own climax, body limp and used on the table as I filled her.

I stayed buried deep until the last weak throb faded, chest heaving, sweat dripping onto her back. Only then did I loosen my grip on her hair and let her head rest against the wood.

I pulled out of Carrie’s ass with a wet sound. Thick cum immediately started leaking from the stretched hole and running down the soft insides of her thighs. She stayed exactly where I had left her, bent over the dinner table, cheek still pressed to the wood, breathing hard.

Kim, who had been sitting on the floor watching, stood up and walked over. She looked at Carrie’s ruined, used body for a long second, then smirked.

"Wait. I’ll be back."

She disappeared into the master bedroom. I turned my attention back to Carrie, gave her ass a hard slap that made fresh cum spill out of her hole, then scooped some of the thick mess from the tip of my cock with two fingers and pushed it into her pussy. I thrust those fingers in a few times, spreading my own load deeper inside her before pulling them free.

A moment later Kim returned, still completely naked... but now wearing a black strap-on harness. The thick dildo attached to it was realistic, veined, and roughly the same size as me. Carrie lifted her head just enough to see it. Her eyes widened.

Kim stepped up behind her, voice cold and sharp.

"Now, Carrie. This is how you’re going to properly apologize to me."

"Oh... not again..."