The Heart System

Chapter 169: Chapter 169

Jasmine sank down in one smooth drop, taking me to the root. Her pussy swallowed me whole, walls fluttering, slick and hot. She started riding hard, ass clapping against my thighs, tits bouncing so wild the satin top finally gave up. One strap snapped, lace tearing, nipple popping free.

I gripped her hips hard enough to leave prints. ”Ride me harder, baby. Make those fat tits bounce till the lace rips clean off.”

She laughed, breathless, and slammed down faster. ”Like this, Master? You want this sloppy cunt milking every inch of you?”

”Exactly like that,” I snarled, slapping her ass so hard the cheek rippled. ”Show Nala how a real slut takes cock.”

Nala whimpered, fingers buried between her legs, eyes wide. ”It’s... so deep,” she whispered. ”You’re taking all of him...”

Jasmine grinned over her shoulder, sweat beading between her tits. ”Watch close, baby. He loves it when I grind right—” she rolled her hips in a filthy circle, pussy clenching, ”—there.”

I groaned, head falling back. ”Fuck, yes. Squeeze me, Jasmine. Milk that dick just like that.”

She bounced harder, ass slapping louder, the bed creaking under us. Her tits flopped free completely now, heavy and glistening, nipples dark and stiff. I reached up, pinched one, twisted until she squealed.

”Harder!” she begged. ”Pinch them till I scream, Master!”

I twisted both nipples, rolling them between my fingers. She arched, pussy spasming around me. ”Yes! Fuck, I’m gonna cum just from this—”

”Do it,” I ordered, thrusting up to meet every drop. ”Cum all over my cock while Nala watches. Show her how wet you get for me.”

Nala crawled closer, lips parted, fingers pumping in and out of herself. ”W-wow...”

”Cum in me, Master.”

I slapped Jasmine’s ass again, leaving a red handprint. ”Not yet. I’m saving that load for both of you.”

Jasmine slowed, grinding deep, clit rubbing against my pelvis. ”Then let me edge you,” she purred. ”Let me feel you throb inside me while Nala licks your balls.”

Nala didn’t wait for permission. She slid down, tongue flicking out, lapping at my sack while Jasmine kept riding. The dual sensation, hot tongue, tight pussy, had my hips jerking.

”Fuck, yes,” I hissed. ”Both of you... worship this cock.”

Nala moaned against my balls, vibrations shooting up my shaft. Jasmine leaned forward, tits dragging across my chest, and whispered, ”Feel her tongue? She’s tasting your precum dripping out of me.”

I grabbed Jasmine’s throat, pulled her into a bruising kiss. ”You’re both gonna swallow every drop when I’m ready.”

She clenched hard, pussy fluttering. ”Promise?”

”Swear on my fucking life.”

I flipped us suddenly. Jasmine yelped as I pinned her flat on her back, knees hooked over my shoulders, ankles by my ears. Her thick thighs trembled in my grip, pussy stretched wide and glistening. I slammed in to the root, balls slapping her ass with a wet crack.

”Look at me,” I snarled, driving deep. ”Watch your Master wreck this cunt.”

Jasmine’s eyes rolled, mouth open in a silent scream. ”Yes—fuck—use me!”

I hammered her without mercy, hips pistoning, bed frame rattling. Sweat dripped from my chest onto her bouncing tits. Each thrust punched the air from her lungs in sharp little gasps.

Nala knelt beside us, thighs pressed tight, fingers buried in her own pussy. Her eyes were glued to where my cock disappeared into Jasmine over and over.

”See that, Nala?” I growled between thrusts. ”That’s how deep I’m going in you next.”

Nala whimpered, nodding frantically. ”I... just—wow.”

I pulled out of Jasmine with a wet, filthy pop, my cock slick and shining with her juices. ”On your back, Nala,” I ordered. ”Legs up—hold your ankles.”

She rolled over fast, knees yanked to her ears, back arched so hard her pussy lifted off the mattress. Her lips were puffy, slick, begging.

I knelt between her thighs and dragged the fat head of my cock through her folds once, twice, painting her with Jasmine’s cream. Nala’s breath hitched, hips twitching. ”Master... slow, please... I’m still sore d-down there.”

I leaned over her, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping the base of my shaft. ”Breathe, baby. Push out for me. Let me fill you up nice and slow.”

I pressed forward, just the crown breaching her entrance. Her pussy fluttered, hot silk kissing my tip, resisting for a heartbeat before yielding. Nala’s eyes squeezed shut, a sharp whimper escaping her lips. ”Ow... it burns... you’re so thick...”

”Shh, good girl,” I murmured, holding still. ”Relax those walls. Feel me stretching you?”

I rubbed slow circles on her clit with my thumb, the Pleasure stat doing its magic—turning sharp pain into warm tingles that spread through her core. Her breath evened out, hips shifting slightly.

”Better?” I asked, voice low.

She nodded, biting her lip. ”Y-yeah... keep going...”

I eased in another inch, savoring the vice-like grip. Her walls parted reluctantly, hugging every ridge, every vein. Halfway now, and she gasped, nails digging into her own ankles. ”Fuck... it hurts, but... oh god, it’s... so full...”

”That’s it,” I groaned, rocking my hips in tiny thrusts. ”Your pussy’s learning my shape. Getting wetter for me already.” Juices leaked around my shaft, easing the way. The pain in her eyes faded, replaced by hazy lust—my Pleasure at fifteen making every nerve sing, turning stretch into bliss.

”More, Master,” she begged, voice breathy. ”I can take the rest... please...”

I sank deeper, inch by torturous inch, until my balls kissed her ass. Fully sheathed, I paused, letting her adjust. Nala’s chest heaved, tits rising and falling, nipples diamond-hard. ”Oh fuck... you’re in so deep... I feel you everywhere...”

”Perfect,” I rasped, pulling back slow—watching her lips cling to my shaft—then sliding home again. Gentle at first, building rhythm. Her moans shifted from pained whimpers to needy cries, pussy clenching greedily now.

Jasmine crawled to Nala’s side, eyes hungry. ”Look at you taking him so pretty,” she purred, pinching Nala’s left nipple and twisting. ”Scream for Master. Let him hear how much you love being split open.”

Nala’s voice cracked, back arching higher. ”I love it—fuck—I’m your whore—don’t stop!”

I hooked her legs higher over my elbows, folding her nearly in half. The new angle let me drill straight down, cockhead kissing her cervix on every stroke. Wet squelches filled the room, her juices squirting around my shaft with each plunge. ”That’s my girl,” I growled. ”Taking every inch like a champ. Your cunt’s drooling for me now.”

”Gonna cum,” she sobbed, tears of pleasure streaking her cheeks. ”Master—please—let me—”

”Cum,” I barked, slamming harder. ”Milk my cock with that tight little cunt. Soak me.”

She shattered. Pussy clamping like a fist, thighs quaking in my grip, a high-pitched wail ripping from her throat. Her orgasm gushed out, soaking my balls and thighs, dripping onto the sheets in a hot puddle. I kept pounding through it, the slick heat driving me wild.

”Fuck, yes,” I panted, sweat dripping from my brow onto her heaving tits. ”That’s one. Keep squeezing—don’t you dare stop.”

Nala’s walls fluttered endlessly, aftershocks making her buck.

Jasmine leaned in closer, her breath hot on Nala’s skin. ”Good girl,” she whispered, rolling Nala’s other nipple between her fingers. ”You’re creaming all over him. He’s gonna wreck you even harder now.”

I didn’t let up, hips snapping relentlessly. Nala’s screams turned to babbling pleas. ”More, harder, break me...”

Her body limp except for the pussy still spasming around me. Minutes blurred, sweat-slick skin slapping, bed groaning under the assault.

”Switch,” I snarled finally, yanking free with a obscene slurp. Nala whimpered at the emptiness, pussy gaping and twitching.

I grabbed Jasmine by the hips and flipped her onto all fours, ass up high, face buried in the pillows. Her cheeks glowed red from earlier spanks, pussy dripping down her thighs. ”Beg for it,” I ordered, spanking her hard—CRACK—watching the flesh jiggle.

”Please, Master—fuck me raw—wreck my pussy!” she cried, arching back, presenting herself like a bitch in heat.

I gripped her waist and slammed home in one brutal thrust. No mercy this time—full length buried to the hilt. Jasmine screamed into the pillow, ass rippling from the impact. ”Yes! Fuck—split me open!”

I gave her what she craved. Long, savage strokes that buried me balls-deep every time, pulling out to the tip before ramming back in. Her ass clapped against my pelvis, wet slaps echoing like gunshots. ”Take it, slut,” I growled, spanking again—CRACK CRACK—leaving handprints blooming red. ”This pussy was made for my cock.”

Nala, still panting on her back, slid underneath Jasmine on all fours, positioning her face directly below. Her mouth opened wide, tongue lapping at my swinging balls every time I bottomed out.

”Taste us,” I told her. ”Lick my sack while I breed her.”

Nala moaned, tongue swirling hot and wet, sucking gently on the sensitive skin. The added sensation had my thrusts turning feral—hips blurring, bedframe slamming the wall like thunder. Jasmine’s tits dragged across Nala’s belly below, nipples scraping skin.

”Harder—fuck—ruin me!” Jasmine wailed, pushing back to meet every plunge. Her walls rippled, milking me, juices squirting onto Nala’s chin with each withdraw.

The room reeked of sex—sweat, cum, pussy—air thick and humid. Wet slaps, moans, creaking wood filled every corner. I felt the pressure coil tight in my spine, balls drawing up.

”Close,” I growled, voice shredded. ”Where do you want it? Tell me now.”

”Face!” they shouted together, voices ragged.

I yanked out of Jasmine, cock throbbing purple and veined. ”On your knees, both of you—now!”

They scrambled off the bed like eager pups, dropping to the carpet side-by-side. Jasmine on the left, Nala on the right—knees spread wide, backs arched, mouths open like perfect O’s, tongues extended flat and pink. Hands cupped their massive tits from below, offering them up, nipples stiff and begging for ropes.

I towered over them, feet planted shoulder-width, fisting my slick cock with both hands. ”Eyes on me. Don’t blink.”

I roared, the first thick rope lashing across Jasmine’s left cheek—splattering white from cheekbone to jaw. Second painted Nala’s outstretched tongue, pooling hot and salty. Third streaked both their chins in a sticky bridge. Fourth erupted high, dripping down Jasmine’s right tit in a pearly river, coating her nipple. Fifth hit Nala’s upper lip, clinging like glaze. I kept pumping, milking every last drop—six, seven—until cum webbed between their faces, dripping from eyelashes, lips, noses. They were utterly glazed, ruined masterpieces.

They held still, eyes locked on mine, chests heaving, not daring to move until I nodded. Then Jasmine licked a streak off Nala’s chin. ”Breakfast in bed,” she giggled, voice hoarse and wrecked, swallowing with a satisfied hum.

Nala nuzzled my thigh, lips brushing sweat-slick skin, cum smearing on me. ”Thank you, Master,” she whispered, voice soft and adoring.

I ruffled their hair roughly, still catching my breath, cock twitching in the afterglow. ”Anytime, ’maids.’ You earned it.”

I collapsed back onto the mattress, chest heaving like I’d run a marathon. The ruined uniforms lay in tatters on the floor—satin shredded, lace snapped. Sunlight poured through the blinds, painting gold across their cum-streaked skin, highlighting every glossy drop.

Jasmine crawled up first, curling against my left side like a contented cat, one leg draped over mine, pussy still leaking warm onto my hip. Nala took the right, head pillowed on my shoulder, fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest, her sticky cheek leaving a trail.

I kissed Jasmine’s forehead, tasting salt. Then Nala’s, inhaling her scent mixed with mine. ”Round two after coffee?” I murmured, voice gravelly.

They answered in unison, sleepy, satisfied, wrecked. ”Yes, Master.”

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