The Heart System

Chapter 804: Chapter 804

At first it was slow. She pressed the soft sole of her right foot against the underside of my cock and dragged it upward in a long stroke. The warmth of her skin and the slight pressure made me twitch. She repeated the motion a few times, using just the flat of her sole to stroke me from base to tip, nice and steady.

After a short while she switched techniques. She curled her toes around the head of my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze, then started rubbing the sensitive underside with the ball of her foot in small, focused circles. The difference between the softer sole and the firmer pressure of her toes sent a sharper wave of pleasure through me. I let out a quiet groan behind the mask.

Emma didn’t react. She simply adjusted her position on the bed and brought her other foot into play. Now both of her soft, well-cared-for feet were on me. She sandwiched my cock between her soles and started stroking in opposite directions, one foot sliding up while the other slid down. The dual friction felt incredible. Her pink soles were warm and smooth, and every time they pressed together around my shaft the pressure was just right.

”Ngh...”

She kept varying it. Sometimes she used only her toes, wrapping them around the head and gently tugging. Other times she pressed the entire length of both soles against me and stroked in long, synchronized motions. At one point she lifted one foot and used just the arch to rub the sensitive spot under the head while the other foot cupped and massaged my balls. The silence in the room made every small wet sound of precum spreading across her skin feel louder.

I was getting harder, thicker, the pleasure building faster than I expected. The combination of the unusual situation, the camera rolling, and the skilled, almost clinical way she worked my cock with her feet was getting to me. My breathing grew heavier behind the mask. A low, involuntary moan slipped out as she pressed both soles together again and stroked me faster.

Emma noticed the change in my reactions and adjusted. She started focusing more on the head, rubbing it between her big toe and the one next to it in tight, repetitive motions while her other foot stroked the shaft. The dual stimulation was intense. Precum was leaking steadily now, making her soft soles glisten as they worked me.

I could feel the pressure building quickly in my core. The nervousness and excitement of performing for the camera mixed with the pure physical pleasure of her feet, pushing me closer faster than a normal handjob ever would. My cock throbbed hard between her soles. I was getting close, the pleasure coiling tighter with every skilled stroke of her feet.

”Alright, let’s take a break,” Emma said, removing her foot from my cock. ”Two minutes. To let you cool down.”

”Break?” I asked. ”The recording’s still going, isn’t it?”

”I can edit these parts out.” She exhaled. ”I’m gonna smoke. You?”

”Eh... fine. I still have one cigarette left.”

”Mm?”

”Oh, never mind.” I straightened up a little. ”Can we smoke here, or...?”

”Balcony. I hate the smell.”

”Right.”

I pulled my boxers back up and stood. This whole situation was strange, really strange. Who took a break in the middle of something like this, only to go right back to recording like nothing had happened? But she was probably right. I had gotten way too excited for some reason and was already close to the edge.

”I didn’t know you were a quick-shot,” she said while pulling an oversized shirt off the back of her chair. It fell to mid-thigh, covering her completely.

I didn’t answer right away. I just pulled my pants back on. ”Well... this is just a strange situation. I couldn’t help getting a little excited.”

I followed her out of the room and into the kitchen. Next to the fridge she opened a door, and we stepped out onto the balcony. The railing only came up to about my shoulders and was decorated with some artificial vines. The balcony itself was small and rectangular, two people could just barely stand side by side.

There were two chairs with a small coffee table between them. On the table sat a completely full ashtray. I hadn’t known Emma smoked, and from the looks of it she either smoked a lot or simply never emptied the thing.

”Giving a footjob one second,” I said as I sat in the left chair, ”and the next... smoking with the guy you’re giving the footjob to.”

”This is business, Evan,” she replied, sitting down across from me. ”The client paid a lot. I can’t just send him a five-minute video and call it done.”

”I guess... you’re right. Five hundred bucks, huh? That’s a lot.”

”Not for you, apparently.”

”No, no. It is a lot. Trust me.”

”Mm.”

I pulled the last cigarette from my pack and lit it. Emma took out her own pack, tapped one free, and lit it as well. For a moment we just smoked in silence.

”So... how long have you been doing this online thing?” I asked eventually.

”A little over a year,” she answered.

”Right... I take it, uh, it seems easy but comes with difficulties at some point?”

”Mostly stalkers. But they’re usually harmless. And it doesn’t happen that often.”

”I thought you wore the mask so people wouldn’t recognize you.”

”I’m not talking about myself. I have friends in this business. Me? I get fewer subscriptions because I hide my face and don’t have the full package. But it’s enough.”

”Full package?”

”Big tits, curvy ass. Just like Nala.” She cupped her breasts from the shirt and shook them a little.

”You have your own charm.”

She crossed her arms and looked at me. ”What kind?”

”I mean... those deadpan eyes. The nonchalant aura. I like it.”

”Well, either way, I get fewer subscriptions. But it’s enough for me to live in a place like this.”

”Right. Good for you, huh?”

”I don’t go around telling people about this. So do the same.”

”Why would I tell anyone about this?”

”Just wanted to be cautious.”

”Hmm.”