The Heart System Chapter 877

Right at that moment the front door opened. Both of us snapped our heads toward the entrance. Mendy stepped inside, still looking a little pale but clearly feeling better.

"Hey, Pen. Evan’s soup really helped me feel a lot bette..."

She stopped dead.

Her eyes went wide as she took in the scene: Penelope squatting over me, my cock buried to the hilt in her ass, both of us sweaty and flushed, Penelope’s tank top shoved up over her massive tits, a few pulled pubic hairs still stuck to her fingers.

The shock of being caught, the tight heat of Penelope’s asshole, and the sheer filth of the moment pushed me over the edge. I came hard with a broken groan, thick ropes of cum flooding her ass in strong, heavy pulses. There was so much that it started leaking out around my shaft almost immediately.

Because of how high my Pleasure skill had gotten, the sudden flood of hot cum inside her was enough to tip Penelope over as well. She had already been right on the edge. Her whole body locked up. A raw, muffled cry tore out of her as she came hard around my still-spurting cock, her asshole clamping down in powerful spasms while more of my cum was forced out around the base.

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Sexual Activity Completed

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EXP Gained: +3270

Star Rating: 4.8

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Bliss Multiplier: 4905c

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We stayed locked together like that, me flat on my back, Penelope still fully seated on my cock, both of us half-moaning and trembling through the intense double climax, while staring straight at Mendy.

Mendy stood frozen in the doorway, eyes huge.

"Oh..." I muttered, still twitching inside Penelope. "Shit..."

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Evan Marlowe [Level 23]

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EXP: 35740/42490

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Current Credits: 14185

Current SC: 100

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Well... this was bad. Really bad. Mendy had seen us, and then she left before saying anything. Yesterday had just been one big mess. Because of that little... accident, I hadn’t been able to tell Penelope about Emma’s deal.

"Alright." Maeve, the company doctor, said with a nod. "It looks fine, but you should keep the bandage on for another week."

"Right." I muttered as I got up from the examination bed. "Thank you."

"No problem, Mr. Marlowe." She smiled. "Have a nice day."

"You too."

I left the room and walked slowly toward the elevator. Who was I going to find for Emma? There wasn’t enough time to think about it anymore. Was I really going to call some random hooker and convince her to have sex with me in front of a camera? Man, why did I even have to deal with this in the first place? Tessa was the one who promised Emma!

Speaking of the devil, as I was still walking toward the elevator, the doors opened and Tessa stepped out. She walked toward me and stopped in front of me. Her eyes went straight to my bandaged hand before she looked back at me.

"Have you found a girl yet? For Emma?" she asked.

"Nope... I was going to ask Penelope, but... yeah. You know what happened next."

"Of course you couldn’t find one." She exhaled. "Lucky for you, I did."

"Who?"

"Vessa."

"Vessa... why does that name sound familiar?" I asked.

"Esme’s yoga instructor." She explained. "Remember her?"

"What? How did you convince her to do this?"

"You remember she was Kayla’s yoga instructor in the past too, right?" Tessa said. "Kayla and I were chatting about Emma and her videos. Then one thing led to another, and Kayla told me Vessa would be the perfect candidate since she needed some extra money."

"Did you explain... what this whole thing involves?"

"Told her you’d fuck her. Didn’t give your name, though. So, yeah." She chuckled before patting me on the shoulder. "Be careful, Evan. Kayla knows some of her exes, and they all said the same thing. It grips like a fucking vice."

"What... does that mean?"

"You’ll see." She exhaled. "Anyway, bye. I have the nastiest headache because I missed my morning coffee. Gotta get some aspirin."

"Hmm..."

Well... Vessa, huh? At least we’d managed to find one "willing participant." I just hoped everything would go smoothly and that Emma wouldn’t freak her out. I mean, I had freaked out when I first entered that room. I never would have pegged Vessa as a professional when it came to... that kind of stuff.

"I just have a... bad feeling about this."

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I really didn’t want Vessa to recognize me, so I had my surgical mask on. As an extra precaution, I’d taken a taxi here instead of driving myself. As if that wasn’t enough, I had a date with Layla just three hours later. I just hoped I could get this whole thing over with as quickly as possible and give myself enough time to prepare.

I knocked on the door and waited. A few seconds later, Emma opened it, wearing a long nightgown. Her eyes immediately landed on my mask, and she tilted her head slightly.

"Why... the mask?"

"The woman who’ll be coming here," I began, stepping inside. "She shouldn’t know my name, alright?"

"Uh... sure?"

"Great."

I walked into the living room with Emma following behind me. I sat on the double couch and leaned back while she took the seat across from me, crossing her legs. When I glanced toward the bedroom, I could see the camera already set up and pointed toward the bed.

Man, this whole thing felt weird.

Having sex with Vessa, Esme’s yoga instructor, was already strange enough. The fact that we were going to record it for Emma’s video made it even stranger. At least I was hiding my face.

"I’ll run through the scenario one more time," Emma said. "You two will have sex on the bed. First, she’ll be on all fours. You’ll lick her, then penetrate her. For the first five minutes, you’ll stay in that position."

"We have a script?"

"Of course."

"Okay..."

"After five minutes, she’ll ride you. Make sure you face away from the camera so her ass is toward it."

"Gotcha."

"Five minutes of cowgirl." She nodded. "Then comes the blowjob. She’ll get on her knees and suck you."

"Uh-huh..." I shifted in my seat. "What... are you going to do during that, though?"

"During the first position, you’ll suck my feet." She said it as casually as if she were talking about what she wanted for dinner. "During the second one, I’ll sit on your face. Then, when you’re close, you’ll give the sign. And cum to our toes."

"That’s... wow." I nodded slowly. "Okay. I mean... okay?"

"You’re cool with it?"

"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged. "Why not?"

Someone knocked on the door.

Vessa. She was here.