A meaningful victory

I slid my well-ejaculated cock out of Gretchie's mouth with a watery, dribbly plop.

Her face was a mess of tears, sperm and saliva.

I assumed. I was more interested in watching Lana delivering handy justice to my ex-wife's derriere.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

Ooh baby.

Each meaty spank made me want to fill Gretchen's mouth all over again.

I had to give points to Gretchie for bringing Michelle into the room on the first place. But... That was real fucking risky. I almost considered throwing all her careful training away just to stick my cock into her.

But then... It was like Lana read my mind. She handled the situation perfectly.

And I didn't even have to tell her to do it.

That was a massive, massive notch into her column.

Michelle's make-up ran down her face as she screeched into her tape-gag in continuing pain and confusion.

Lana smiled back at me with such...

...I don't know, lusty devilishness?

...I had been considering this for a while now, but...

I was fairly sure she was more S than M.

A sadist. Like me.

The opposite of Gretchen.

Which, I don't know... Maybe, in small bursts... It could be fun to unleash this side of her on my other slaves?

It certainly was fun now.

And, when she eventually gets too cocky.... it would be fun to remind her of her true position again.

Then, as if to interrupt my important thoughts... Gretchen suddenly stood up.

Totally blocking my view of the fun.

She smiled awkwardly, and her twitchy expression reeked of desperation... as her messed-up face... inched closer to mine?

Wait, was she... Was she seriously trying to kiss me now?

I quickly slapped the dumb bitch in the face.

SLAP!

Everybody in the room stopped what they were doing, at looked at the scene.

She was holding her red cheek, her mouth hanging open in complete shock.

There was a limit to my passiveness. Even if this was technically still a competition.

"Are you seriously... trying to kiss me? While your cock-sucking face still smells like my cum? For fuck's sake, my unborn children as still hanging from your lip, you silly bitch."

She tried to stutter an apology, but couldn't get the first syllable out of her mouth. In stead, she tried to wipe her sad face clean, disrespecting my ejaculate by not even stuffing it in her mouth.

She was turning into a walking disaster. Should I let this go on?

"M-master..." I could hear Lana breathily speaking up. "She... She left your... cock... very unclean. May... May I clean it? Please?"

She was right. My cock was still dripping of cum. Gretchen did an extremely sloppy there too.

I nodded, and signaled her to come forward.

Lana dropped exhausted Michelle on the floor, her ass still stinging red.

Lana turned her head to Gretchen. "Hey. You. Stand on this bitch's face. Don't let her move. Make sure she gets a good look. She needs to learn how utterly she failed at pleasing master. She needs to see... Someone doing it right."

Gretchen, who was already a bag of nerves... Now exploded.

"Excuse me? What- You- Who do you think you are?! Why do you think you can order me around like that? You s-stupid, arrogant... hack of a writer! You-"

SLAP!!!

I gave Gretchen's ass a powerful spank.

She shrieked, jumped up in fright and turned around.

I could practically see all the question marks floating above her head as she tried to rub the pain away.

"She gave you an order. Stop questioning it."

Gretchen stopped.

All of a sudden... the stinging pain in her ass meant nothing.

It finally sank in.

Her world fell apart.

The contest was... over.

I didn't even need to say it. Some things are too obvious to say.

Lana beamed like a lightbulb. Gretchen looked like she wanted to fall through a crack on the floor and just disappear.

She had trouble fitting that pornstar-sized body through some doorframes already... so that probably wouldn't happen.

Her soul might have already left her body, but she couldn't disobey my order. The dejected woman placed her foot over my ex-wife's face, planting the bitch in place.

"MMFGHBFFF!!" Michelle complained as Gretchen's bare foot pushed her cheek against the cold floor.

Michelle's brown eyes were still fixed on me... and my semi-erect, cum-dripping cock.

That cock disappeared pretty fast from her sights, however. Right into Lana's cock-hungry mouth.

Her beautiful, warm, inviting mouth always felt so nice. Sure, she might have technically called this a "cleaning"... But with her exceptional suction power, it was clean in seconds already.

She wanted more of my cum... And my rigid cock was already starting to comply.

I don't know what it was with Lana's mouth... But it always felt more heated... and burning... compared to my other slaves' mouths.

I still remembered that kiss she gave me at the café.

There was something special about her... lips. It was hard to say exactly what it was... But it was like... I felt her fire... and her will to win... through her lips. Like all that energy... transferred back to me.

I wasn't getting tired from fucking those lips... I was getting more invigorated.

And, honestly, the way she paced the blowjobs... It was always extraordinary. With Gretchen it was just suck-suck-suck, get the cum out as fast as you can. But Lana... the whole thing was more like a challenge to her. How to make me enjoy more each time. She knew just when to edge me... and just when to throw her whole head into the game.

I didn't even want to grab her hair and **** a rhythm. I almost feared I might ruin what she was building up to.

She was seriously getting better with these each time.

Was she... perhaps practicing? With a dildo or something?

SLURP.... SLEURPPHH... slupslupslup...

Such long, skillful sucking... And her tongue flicking each vein on my cock...

She was leaving Gretchen in the dust almost on every way. I looked back to the sullen woman, still awkwardly pushing her foot down on my ex-wife.

She knew the fight was over. Sure, if decided this contest had multiple rounds to it, she might have a chance. Or if I'd feel pity on her.

Unfortunately for her... The result was decided long before the contest even started.

GLUK! GLAK! GLUGH!! GLUGH!!

Oh yeah. Lana was finally changing the gear.

Now she was relentless. Swallowing my cock like it was her favorite meal.

I enjoyed watching the stunned eyes of my ex-wife... Probably not ever even considering this dick could be sucked. Frigid lesbian bitch. Still, though... I hope she respected Lana's performance here. There were a lot, a lot of things she would need to learn eventually.

I looked down on my former rival, lovingly **** down my cock...

And gently held her head in place. Just to signal her I wanted to finish in her throat.

She didn't fight back, and held my whole cock in her mouth. Her nose resting on my pubes.

She had become a real efficient deep-throater with no gag reflections. Really fast.

"Aaah yeah..." I moaned.

I came in gallons.

Once again.

How many times had I cum today? This was like... The seventh or eighth time or something? Ah, who's counting.

Despite that, my volume was still plentiful. I could see Lana's cheeks filling up nicely.

She clearly had trouble keeping it all in, as plenty bursted out of her mouth and dribbled on the floor.

Wait... That was... Odd?

She knew I hated to see any of my juices wasted... Why was she letting it- Wait, why wasn't she swallowing it in the first place?

Something was up.

She looked up at me, pleadingly, **** to breathe again.

Her eyes were starting to well up a little bit now. Almost reminding me of Gretchen a minute ago.

I kinda liked seeing my women almost **** on my cock. **** to breathe. Sure, it was a probably evil... But too bad. It was fucking hot.

I could punish her for wasting my cum by keeping her here a bit longer... But I felt like I wanted to see what this was about.

I slowly removed my hand from the back of her head... And then she pulled back from my cock.

With an extremely wet plop.

Cum splattering on the floor.

She opened her mouth wide, and showed me that she had stored up a whole puddle of me inside there.

I was just about to order her to drink it... until she turned around.

She crawled over to Michelle...

Inched closer to her confused face...

And spat.

All over her face.

My cum and her saliva.

Both coating my ex-wife's face now.

Dripping from her nose, her eyelids, her mouth...

Michelle looked too stunned to even whine into her gag.

But I knew... she had to be screaming internally.

"That's all you deserve, cunt," Lana whispered with a sadistic glee.

Then she slowly got up... Looked Gretchen in the face...

Gretchen was clearly a bit intimidated by Lana now. She reflexively leaned back from her.

"Open your mouth," she said to the frightened-looking woman.

Gretchen looked back at me, expecting me to say something.

But of course I wouldn't.

I definitely wanted to see this.

Michelle was trying to wipe her messy face on the floor.

"Open. Your. Mouth," Lana repeated, aggressively.

Gretchen swallowed nervously. It didn't take too long, though. There was nothing else she could do.

The tables had decisively turned.

She had to obey her.

And when her mouth was finally hanging open... Lana spit the remaining mixture of her saliva and my cum into her waiting mouth.

CHAA-PTYH!

Gretchen's eyes blew wide open and she began coughing almost immediately.

Lana turned back to me, beaming with pride.

Yeah. Pride.

Not sure what she was so proud about.

Because she had the courage to spit into her boss's mouth? Or my ex-wife's face?

I didn't care. She was well and truly corrupted now, and I wanted a piece of her.

I walked up to her, grabbing her by the waist. Her perfectly-shaped ass fit so well around my arms.

And that was all it took for her fiery competitiveness to melt. Now she looked like a scared little kitty, unsure what her owner might do with her next.

"Okay, I think I've seen enough. But I'm not done with this threesome. Gretchie-pet, throw that... thing," I said, pointing dismissively towards Michelle, "out of the room. Right now I just finish fucking the two of you."

I didn't even look in Michelle's direction, as I threw Lana forcefully onto my bed.

She giggled in surprise like an excited schoolgirl.

It was amazing. She was a totally different person now than she was a week ago. And this night... This night might've changed her permanently.

"I'm going to fuck Lana now. Gretch, you'll be on ass-duty. You'll lick both our asses while we fuck. How does that sound to you?"

It took a herculean effort from her... But she managed to paint a smile on her face.

"It- It s-s-s-sounds.... g-great, m-master..."

"Master, and...?"

Gretchen closed her eyes, and breathed deeply.

She knew the next word from her mouth would be one of the biggest humiliations of her life.

Lana, on the other hand, was shaking with excitement.

"And... m- m-" she had to take another big, deep breath to get the word out. "M-mistress...."

I turned back to Lana, who was already rubbing her pussy to Gretchen's humiliation.

I locked eyes with her.

"That's right. Congratulations. You won. You'll be my second-in-command, red."

I'm sure if Lana didn't have her orgasm lock on, she would have squirted over everyone in the room at that moment.

She threw her head back and the ministrations of a near-orgasm... That looked like it just wouldn't end.

And...

...

(LANA: +1SP) (+100SP)

Hell yeah.

There it was.

I looked back on the app on my phone.

The final mission... It had a check-sign next to it.

The final mission with LANA DOUGLAS is:

“GIVE HER A TRULY MEANINGFUL VICTORY”

I guess it fit her.

She was a true competitor, after all. She lived to win.

And, right now, there was nothing else she could have wanted more than this.

...

Then again, the way this app worked...

It couldn't take back the points already gained.

Right now, I could immediately change my mind and give the victory to Gretchen.

And she'd remain at +100.

Seemed odd and cruel... But that's how it was.

...

No real reason to do that, though. She more than proved herself fit for the position.

So yeah... I think I'll let her keep it.

For now.