Taste of Victory

Neither woman moved.

Not even Sophie, who had shown more willingness to earn those points.

“Well, ladies, I’m not gonna hold my fingers like this forever. The longer they stay dry and cuntless the less motivated I’m to keep them stiff like this.”

At this point, I had to question, how horny were these women?

I think the last time I allowed Sophie to cum was with Lana in that closet. Wait, did I allow her to cum? It was hard to keep track of these things anymore.

Either way, based on her traits, she had to be down bad. If I had to guess, she spent the weekend diddling herself to fantasies about me facefucking Lana, unable to get satisfaction.

And now, after the initial shock… she was actually staring at my finger in hunger.

When she took a step towards me, Ulla suddenly grabbed her arm.

“Wait, you’re- you’re actually considering this? Why in the fuck? It wasn’t an order!” she said in a quiet voice, guess hoping I wouldn’t hear her.

I could smell Sophie’s lust from here, so it didn’t surprise me when she turned to Ulla and said “I… need to cum.”

“Yeah, but… This is beyond humiliating, this is- this is, like, pure evil! No woman should, should have to subject themselves to-“

“Have fun on your high horse,” Sophie grunted, removing Ulla’s arm from her.

Right. I think there was a key difference between the two.

Sophie was aware that I was the only being in the Universe that had the ability to make her cum, while Ulla still wasn’t.

The last time Ulla came was probably when I visited her and Henrika a few days ago. Since then, she has probably tried a few times with her partner, but the only one able to penetrate was yours truly.

And in all honesty, that assfucking was extremely one-sided.

She might be a bit horny, but nowhere near Sophie’s level.

Her submission points were +95. I could probably order her to fuck my finger, but that was never going to be as fun.

Sophie’s glistening cunt approached my finger slowly. She was breathing unsteadily, sweat forming all over her gorgeous tanned body.

As she was almost touching, I suddenly curved my finger upwards, denying her entry.

“Ask nicely.”

She sighed. “Please sir… Fuck me with your finger?”

I tut-tutted.

“I never said I’d fuck you with my finger.”

“Huh?”

“I said you can fuck yourself against my finger. That means you do all the work. All I can promise is that I’ll try to keep the finger erect.”

The frustrated, humiliated anger flashed through Sophie’s gushing horniness. It didn’t last long, though.

“Please… sir… May I…”, Sophie began, then muttered something like “this is so fucking stupid” to herself before continuing. “May I please fuck myself against your… finger?” (SOPHIE +2SP) (+90SP)

I smiled, and lowered my finger back to her cunt’s level.

“Yes, you may indeed. Have fun.”

She was too horny to roll her eyes at the comment, but definitely wanted to do that.

She pushed her hips daintily forward.

My finger slid inside her slowly. It made a nice, squishy sound as it went inside her soft folds.

She moaned the moment the tip of my finger touched her flesh, and I immediately felt all kinds of juices running down the length of it.

Wait… She wasn’t going to cum immediately, right?

A curious thing happened. She stopped the penetration mid-finger, closed her eyes and just bit her lower lip.

She moaned inwardly and twitched. I felt like if I clenched my finger just a tiny bit… she would explode all over my hand.

Yeah, there was no mistaking that expression. She was definitely about to cum… And she had my expressed permission to do so.

No, wait.

She… wasn’t about to cum?

Was she… holding it back?

Holy shit.

She was actually… edging herself.

This little freak.

She wanted to hold on to the thrill, to extend it as long as possible.

Once she had settled, she slowly pushed her hips forward again.

My finger was pointing as deep within her canals as possible, reaching the edges of her slimy passage.

I could feel her clenching tightly around my finger, gripping it tight like a cock.

Then, ever-so-slightly, she began rocking her hips back and forward on my digit.

All the while keeping her eyes closed, and moaning softly.

One of her hands was caressing her recently-bruised tit, and the other was hovering around her clit, almost afraid of touching it in this sensitive state.

Ulla was staring at us with flushed cheeks. She didn’t quite know what to do with herself.

I turned my head to her. “I guess you’re choosing the titslaps then?”

She steeled herself a bit, her face showing more will than it had in a while. Her hands instictively ran thrugh her reddened breast. “Y-Yes.”

I swirled my pussyless finger in the air. “There’s still time. One more slot open.”

The +95 was showing more and more in her expression. While it wasn’t an order, it was also clear what I wanted her to do. Fighting against it had to take everything she had.

To my surprise, she caved in way faster than I thought.

“And- And you won’t slap me, if, if-“

“That’s right. But better hurry, Sophie’s almost there.”

Sophie had been there for a minute now, and was treating my finger a bit rougher now. I could only guess that each second was so precious to her, that she didn’t want to give any of them up.

Ulla thought about only one more second, and then moved swiftly towards my finger.

I don’t think it was the fear of pain motivating her, she just used that as an excuse. The **** lesbian couldn’t deny her **** need to cum. And besides that… FOMO is always a top-tier motivator.

She was actually about plunge on my finger, but I curled it tight just before that.

She sighed angrily. “Please sir, may I fuck myself against your finger?”, she said through gritted teeth.

I grinned at her mischievously. “I don’t know. Depends on how you do it, I guess. I don’t like aggressive, overpowering women that much, so my finger isn’t feeling very… erect right now.”

Sophie was humping herself faster and faster now. It was getting clearer and clearer to me what she was doing. Her finger still hovered just above her clit, and she was gearing herself up to press it at the perfect possible moment. And that moment wasn’t far away now.

Ulla cursed quietly to herself and crouched down.

Softly, she began licking and tenderly lapping at my index finger.

She even looked up at me submissively while doing it.

It really did feel nice. Between her mouth and Sophie’s cunt, both of my fingers were having the times of their lives.

Ever-so-slowly, I began uncurling my finger. The moment it separated from my fist, she was already taking the whole thing in her mouth, washing it in her spit.

She demonstrated her lacking blowjob skills as best she could on my hard-growing finger, her enthusiasm making up for her experience.

It was sort of cute.

Once it was fully up, she deemed it the best moment to get up and-

Before plunging herself on me, she had the good sense to ask permission.

“Please, sir… May I please f-fuck myself against… your finger?”, she said.

This time, with a lot more deference and submission.

In all honesty, all her efforts were about to go to waste.

Sophie was seconds from exploding. She moaned so loudly that I had to pray to God that there was nobody but us and Gretchie at the office today.

I nodded to Ulla, who didn’t waste any more seconds.

She placed her hands behind her head, lined her cunt with my finger…

And to my surprise, she crouched backward, taking her cunt further away.

Then I realized what she was doing.

She was building up speed.

Before any of us had the time to do anything else…

She rocketed her hips forward, ramming her pussy on my finger.

One thrust, all the way in.

The effect was immediate.

Her eyes rolled upwards, as all of her liquids burst out on my palm and hand.

A surprising amount of it got on the sleeve of my suit as well.

“OHMYGAAAAAAAWD!” she moaned as all of her body came alive with pure bliss.

Sophie, who had been safely storing up her orgasm, panicked.

“No, no NOOO!!!” she screamed immediately, now pressing her little button several times and rocking my finger like it was the only thing keeping her alive.

It was useless.

My conditional cum-command had worked.

No matter what Sophie tried… her built-up orgasm just became more and more built-up.

Her desperation was almost sad to see. She was close to tears, as Ulla fell off my finger and on to her ass, her legs giving way under her.

Now Sophie grabbed onto my arm, trying all she could to make my finger penetrate her even harder. “Please, please, cum on cum on, I NEED THIS!”, she screeched.

I slowly pulled my hand back, my finger immediately missing the warmth of her foaming cunt.

I shook my head at Sophie in disappointment, and only then she had the good sense to give up.

She also fell to the floor, on her knees, looking dejectedly at the reality where she had arrived.

Ulla just laid on the floor, breathing deeply, her fingers circling her pussy… yet unable to penetrate it.

“Very unprofessional behaviour, Sophie. That’s minus five points for you.”

I guess it’s kinda cruel to beat somebody who has already been beaten.

But that’s what I am. Cruel.

“You can go now, Ulla. I have my final spankings to administer.”

Ulla was still too blissed out to even find her clothes. She tried, but it just turned it to further writhing.

Fuck. The hand that had been inside Ulla was completely sodden.

I couldn’t spank properly with this.

I placed the hand in front of Sophie, who looked up at me with confusion.

“Mind licking this clean for me? You might even find out what victory tastes like.”