The Heart System

Chapter 805: Chapter 805

After that we smoked in silence. Below us the city kept moving, distant car lights, the low hum of traffic, the occasional far-off siren. Above, the moon hung clear in the sky, a few stars visible between the buildings.

When both cigarettes were finished, Emma stood up and brushed a bit of ash from her shirt.

”Come on. Let’s go before you get fully soft.”

”Uh-huh.”

We walked back inside and returned to her room, putting our masks on. I stripped again and lay back down on the floor in the same position as before. Emma sat on the edge of the bed once more. My cock was only half-hard now. She placed both feet against it and began playing with it again, slow strokes with her soles, occasionally using her toes to tease the head. After a short while the stimulation brought me back to full hardness.

”Alright,” she said in that same flat tone. ”One... two... three.”

Then she resumed the footjob properly, her soft soles wrapping around my cock and stroking with steady motions as the camera continued to record.

Emma continued the footjob for a few more minutes. Up and down, sometimes pressing tighter, sometimes easing off just enough to keep me on edge.

Then she suddenly changed position. She slid off the bed and sat down on my lap, straddling me.

”Now I’m going to give you a thighjob,” she said in that same flat tone. ”Don’t move, okay?”

”Yeah...”

She lay forward on top of me, resting her head on my shoulder. My cock ended up trapped between her warm inner thighs and the soft, slightly damp heat of her pussy. She was wet, I could feel it clearly against my shaft.

Emma began squeezing her thighs together in a slow pattern. She’d clamp them tightly around my cock, creating intense pressure, hold it for a second, then relax just enough before squeezing again. The friction and heat were different from the footjob... softer, wetter, and somehow more intimate.

”Squeeze my ass,” she whispered near my ear.

I reached down with both hands, grabbed a full handful of her small ass, and started groping it in time with her thigh squeezes. I dug my fingers into the soft flesh, released, then gripped again. After a few moments I gave one cheek a light smack. Emma turned her head slightly and our eyes met. Behind the mask I could’ve sworn the corner of her mouth twitched into the faintest smirk.

She kept working me with her thighs, the wet heat of her pussy sliding against the top of my cock with every squeeze. The pleasure built fast. I was right on the edge again. Following her earlier instruction, I started opening and closing my fist three times in quick succession.

Emma noticed immediately. She quickly got up, sat back on the edge of the bed, and wrapped both feet around my cock once more. This time she stroked me harder and faster, long, tight strokes with both soles pressing firmly together.

I groaned behind the mask as the pressure became too much. My cock throbbed hard between her feet, and then I came.

”UGHH...”

Thick ropes of cum shot out in strong pulses. One particularly long strand landed across her thigh, while the rest streaked across my stomach and her soft soles. She kept stroking me through the entire orgasm, milking every last drop until the intense pulses finally faded.

Only then did she stop.

Emma looked straight into the camera, gave a small wave, then stood up and turned the recording off.

”Done,” she said simply. ”Phew.”

I pulled the surgical mask off my face and sat up, still catching my breath. Emma walked over to the table, grabbed a few tissues, and handed them to me as if nothing unusual had just happened.

”I’ll make some tea. Would you want some?”

I took the tissues and started wiping the cum off my cock and stomach. ”Uuh... yeah. Sure.”

”Alright. Let me get cleaned up first. Wait for me in the kitchen.”

”Y-yeah.”

Well, this was awkward. But I wasn’t complaining.

I fixed myself as best I could and got dressed. While Emma was still at her computer, bent over slightly with her ass toward me, I almost reached out and slapped it on pure reflex. I stopped myself at the last second. That had become a habit by now, huh?

”I need a shower,” she said without looking up. ”I didn’t think you’d cum that much.”

”Yeah, sorry.” I paused at the doorway. ”I can make the tea, though.”

She glanced over. ”Really? Okay. I’ll leave that up to you, then.”

”Hmm.”

I headed into the kitchen and started looking through the cabinets. It didn’t take long to find a simple box of black tea bags, two mugs, and a small electric kettle. I filled the kettle, set it to boil, and dropped a tea bag into each mug while I waited. From down the short hallway I could hear the shower turn on, followed by the steady sound of water running. A few minutes later the kettle clicked off. I poured the hot water into both mugs and let the tea steep.

The shower eventually cut off. A short while after that, Emma came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a plain robe, her wet hair wrapped up in a towel. She walked into the kitchen, picked up one of the mugs, and gave a small nod.

”Thanks.”

”No problem.”

She gestured toward the living room with her mug. We both went in and sat down next to each other on the couch. For a little while we just drank our tea in comfortable silence.

”I’m sure this is all... strange to you,” Emma said eventually. ”My first partner thought the same.”

”No, no. I understand the industry,” I replied. ”And you look like you know what you’re doing. So... kudos to you, I think.”

”Yeah.” She nodded once. ”Thank you.”

”Hmm.”

We fell quiet again, sipping our tea. The atmosphere was oddly cozy despite everything that had just happened.

”Hey,” she said out of the blue. ”Nala told me you took her virginity. Is that true? I suspected she wasn’t a virgin.”

”Y-yes,” I answered, a little caught off guard. ”Sheesh, she told you that?”

Emma nodded. ”On the sunbed. Romantic, huh?”

”Yeah, well... I wanted it to be special. Looking at the city below, with the people you love... and such.”

”People?” she asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. ”There was someone else besides you two?”

”Oh...” I cleared my throat. ”No comment until my lawyers arrive.”

She scoffed, the corner of her mouth lifting in a small half-smile. ”Right. I’ll press Nala on that, I guess.”

”Don’t tell her I told you.”

”Mm-hm.”