Heart Story 2

I licked my lips slowly and gazed at you on the operating table, heart beating fast in your chest, moving your left breast just slightly with each pulse. I couldn't wait to feel it beat in my hands.

You contacted me about a week ago. Your fantasy, you said, was to die, and it had to be primarily through cardiac torture. You wanted to feel my hand stroke your throbbing heart, manipulate its pulse, and hold it tightly inside of you. You wanted to see it beating after I removed it. You needed to feel it pulse against your clit as you came a final time.

I was the right man for the job.

You nodded at me, once, and I grinned. You smiled back and began stoking your clit lightly - you were already soaking wet. The procedure would be completely pain-free, thanks to the medication I was able to obtain, so you only had pleasure to look forward to. I covered your eyes.

I made my cut roughly through your chest, feeling you gasp at the sensation. I made short work of anything standing in the way of your heart, watching your fingers move even faster on your clit. I took your other hand and placed it gently on your pulsing heart and watched it beat even faster as you came, hard, your pussy twitching around your fingers and your heart twitching against your hand. I removed the blindfold and you moaned.

"My beautiful, beating heart. Look at it pump for me... I need your hands against it, please. Torture my heart."

I reached into your chest and ran my fingers along your throbbing heart, gently, listening to you gasp as you came again. Your heart felt so strong as it beat against my hand. I slowly put my hand completely around your pulsing heart, feeling it beat quickly for a few seconds in protest. It settled against my hand and we enjoyed the feeling of me holding your heart for a few minutes. I squeezed it, lightly at first, and then harder, feeling it struggle to beat against me. It began to pulse irregularly and you gasped, struggling to breathe.

"Please," you said, gasping, moaning, "please, I need to see my heart. I need to feel it beat against me. I need to cum with it beating against me."

I began the process of separating your heart from your body. Ripping it out would be much more fun, but to keep you living long enough to cum against its twitching surface some care had to be taken.

"Please show me my heart, I need to see my heart," you gasped.

I lifted it, slowly, still attached and beating for you. You stared, your hips pushing up against nothing as you orgasmed twice, untouched. You were ready.

"I need to feel it beat against my clit. Please, let me cum one final time, please, let me fuck my heart, god, please!"

I knew you were ready - you just needed a touch to send you over the edge.

"Let me fuck my heart! I need to feel it twitch and pulse against me, please, please."

I grinned and made my final cut, separating your still-beating heart from your chest. It looked like an organic sex toy, throbbing fast and hard, still trying to pump for you despite being removed. I held it fast against your clit as your hips thrust up again and again against your own beating heart. You came an uncountable amount of times, your hips moving slower and slower as you finally closed your eyes for the last time.

Your heart still twitched and beat hard in my hand, and I also needed the release you were granted. I took my hard cock and slid it gently into your heart. It took all my self-control to not fuck the warm, throbbing organ - instead, I left my cock inside to feel each pulse.

Almost immediately, I came, filling your heart with cum. I slid it off of me and put it on the table, spent.

Time to prepare for my next customer.