OH NO! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO... DO WITH ME? & SAD LITTLE CUCK

Yeah. A for both. I definitely wanted to see Lana get flustered in a tight space. I wondered if that rule covered fairly normal situations, like driving a car for example? I mean, add to that using a seatbelt... That could be interesting to see.

And Gretchen... Her slow realization that she gets immense pleasure from watching me fuck other women... I wonder how that would effect her huge ego? Or was it that huge anymore? She'd been through some pretty big changes already.

I took a look at Gretchen next to me. No visible changes of course. And she probably wouldn't notice her new preferences until the situation came along.

Oh yeah, wait, there was a promise of some bonus effect?

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Bonus effect!

Two unlocked traits have combined into a bonus effect!

DON'T ****, ME DADDY! x SAD LITTLE CUCK =

**** YOUR LITTLE CUCK, DADDY!

The subject's greatest sexual fantasy from now on will be watching the user fuck someone else, while **** the subject at the same time. The subject will be deeply ashamed of this fantasy, but can't help but dream about it at least one hour each day from now on.

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Oh, okay? The traits can combine?

Guess that makes sense... And that's not a bad extra trait at all.

Nothing new was showing up on Gretchen's face yet. Not that I thought it would be that immediate. She had a lot of other stuff to think about surely. But enjoy your new fantasies, babe.

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Gretchen was turning into my personal squeezetoy. And I loved it.

Her bedroom was massive compared to mine. And the bed... just as soft, sweet and well-scented as you'd expect a girl to make for herself. It really felt like luxury lying here. And squeezing Gretchen as I was starting to fall asleep.

I loved the little squeaks I could make by just fondling her buttocks, or gripping her squishy tits as I settled in next to her. We were pretty much spooning through the night. I even played with her little mouth, stuffing my finger there after I had rubbed her pussy a little bit. She licked my finger very obediently, and her hot little tongue felt all soothing. I squeezed her facelips and bottom lips at the same time, just for fun. She was probably all hot and bothered, but knew better than to bother my sleep. Soon I was snoring and drooling all over her neck.

So many dream come trues today. And life from now on would just get better.

Oh yeah. A nagging thought at the back of my head. Maddy still hadn't answered my message. At this point, I rated that request at only 20 percent for coming true. Should I apologize? Maybe. No hurry though.

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I woke up to a loving, sloppy blowjob.

She was getting better. No need to punish her this time.

I came down her throat, and watched as she almost choked on my cumload again. I let her cum as a reward.

Doing that, I started wondering about something. How exactly did my orgasm powers work? I hadn't truly tested and experimented with them.

Time to fix that.

"Consider this your lucky day, Gretch."

I told her to cum again. She did. Again. Three. Four. Five. Okay, that was probably enough. She was convulsing pretty hard now.

Didn't want her to completely lose consciousness, the test would have ended there. I asked how each one of them felt. Apparently the first was the best and then they got progressively less impactful. Which made sense, of course. The more teasing, fucking before an orgasm probably loaded the gauge pretty high.

But what exactly made the orgasm happen? So far I had used the command "cum", but that was just something I made up myself. Not something the app told me to do. At what levels could I actually control this? I tried just thinking that Gretcen was now allowed to cum. Nothing happened. I concentrated really hard, but still nothing. She just looked at my painful face like there was something wrong with me. Okay, so I could assume that the subject needed to be aware of the fact I have allowed them to cum. Would paper work too?

I took a pencil and a notepad from Gretchen's nightstand. I only wrote "You are allowed to cum.". I handed it to Gretchen. Again, she came for the sixth time. As she was panting, I took the note back, and handed it back to her. I told her to read it again. This time, nothing happened. It was like she knew this was only one command, and couldn't do it again.

So then, what if I wrote this? "You are allowed to cum 2 times.". I handed the note Gretchen. She was already feeling pretty delirious from all the orgasms, and didn't mind following my orders one bit. And she came. For the seventh time. I tried to take the note back, but she wouldn't let go.

"Jack... can I keep this? Please? ...For some other time?"

Interesting. But no. I needed to finish the test. Did this mean she could use the same paper twice?

"Read it again."

Gretch sighed, but did read it. And she came. For the eighth time. She couldn't get up anymore, just panting on the bed. Fine. I had found out enough already.

"See you at work. Or actually, don't bother. Take a day off, cumslut like you is in no working condition."

I left her apartment, leaving her with a huge dopey smile on her face.

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First things first. I got to working on Lana's article. It wasn't just changing the name of the writer, she made some references to her friends and talked about herself in female pronouns. But all of that stuff was easy to fix. And there. There it went, straight to Maria's email box.

It either worked or didn't. I had done all that I could.

I turned my head to Lana's empty desk. She probably wouldn't be coming in today. There was a lot she had to go through. Perhaps Gretchen went through the same thing. I don't know, I didn't check on her the whole weekend back then.

But damn. I hated her, and she got what was coming to her after all these years of teasing me, but... What if this was way too harsh? If she wouldn't come back to work? I mean, we really surprised her hard. And I took advantage of her trust in me.

I didn't **** her to keep her job... Fuck. What if she decided to look for work elsewhere? Should I leave this be or do something?

While I was thinking about this, I began wandering around the office. I mean, the most challenging part of the week was over. What was left?

Oh yeah, I was still the editor to Ulla's article. But damn, I still didn't have my angle all planned. All my focus had been on Lana. I needed to start thinking about this.

As I wandered around, I realized that Anna-Marie was in today. She was in the photo studio shooting the pictures for Sophie's article. That meant... Oh yeah, sexy models sauntering around in sexy poses?

There I went.

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She had three hotties this time. But they didn't really do it for me. I only got a half-chubbie.

First of all, their clothes were so fucking ridiculous, I felt more pity for them than the desire to fuck them. And also... Last night really filled so many fantasies at the same time, even this didn't do it for me anymore. I spent so many years always waiting for the days Anna-Marie did her shoots, they were always the higlight of the week. Now it just felt... mundane.

But I stayed there. I needed a nice place to think about my next plan with Ulla. They were still pretty good eyecandy anyway.

Fifteen minutes later something finally started taking shape in my head. There was a way I could play Ulla with this.

Yeah. I could do that. Maybe-

"Jack?"

I looked up. Anna-Marie had walked up to me.

"Oh, hey, hi. What's up?"

She looked a little awkward, and leaned in closer and whispered.

"One of the models is finding a man pacing around the studio a little distracting. So, you know, could you like leave?"

"Which one?"

She was a little taken aback from the directness of my question.

"Kinda not the point the, Jack. So, could you..."

She signaled towards the exit with her head.

"Hey. Sure. I'll leave. I just need a little something from you first."

"What?"

"I just wrote a true masterpiece. A real... banger. I want you to take some photos for it next week."

"Jack, I think we should talk to Gretchen first-"

"That's no issue. Just promise me. Let's talk about it on monday, right?"

"Okay, okay, sure. We'll talk." (ANNA-MARIE: +3SP) (-7SP)

I smiled, gave her a friendly pat on the back and left.

What photos? I had no idea. But seemed like a good place to start making moves on her too.

As I went out of the studio, I checked my app. I had to see... Yes. The three models were on my list now. Sure they will still greyed out, but at least I knew who they were now.

I'd remember their names for the future.

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As I sat at my desk, finishing my Ulla-plan, my gaze kept drifting towards Lana's empty desk. Over and over again.

Fine. I wasn't getting over this. I would send her a text.

"Hey, Lana. About yesterday. I really, really needed your article. I can't tell you the reason why right now. But I will. In the future. I just want you to know what happened... Yeah it was wrong. But it had to be done."

I sent it.

No. That made me sound like a pussy. I didn't want that relationship with Lana. I quickly sent another one.

"Besides, don't pretend you didn't like it. Your red little pussy never had an experience like that. You will never forget about it. You came for like five minutes and almost blacked out. You can lie all you want to yourself, but you loved it. All tied up, nowhere to go. Making me **** our editor to watch while we fucked. And you know damn well that you will never get an experience like that with anyone else. Stay with me, and I can at least promise that none of your days will be boring anymore."

There. Sent. Now-

Oh. What? She answered? Already?

"What's your relationship with Gretchen?"

A fair question.

"She's a utility."

Another message.

"Am I a utility too?"

I didn't answer that. Not that I couldn't, but it was better if she thought about it herself.

And still returned to me.