Keeping up with the App

Henrika’s face was clean now. If a bit wet from Ulla dutifully licking it clean.

I made sure she gobbled up each and every bit of my sperm. From her face, from her wife’s face, from her wife’s body, from the floor…

I made sure all of my salty ejaculate ended down her throat.

Once the last bit semen was licked up from the floor, I sat down on the sofa again.

“Bring me a beer from the fridge, woman. I need to cool down after that.”

My intended attempts at misogyny was making her nostrils flare up a bit. Never mind the fact that I just fucked her in front of her wife, saying this was apparently worse.

“W-we don’t have… beer… and.. and… I still.. need…”

Oh yeah. She was still a hot, sweaty, mess. Actually blatantly frigging her cunt right in front of me, trying achieve her own orgasm as well.

It wasn’t going to work.

“Then just bring something refreshing to drink, you dumb bitch. You should reward me for actually dipping my dick into that sad, lonely canal of yours. Hop to it, fuckbunny.”

She got up, growling and gritting her teeth at me. She balled up her fists, like she was actually considering attacking me and smashing my face in.

But her rage was impotent now. The tension on her face slowly relaxed, as she released her fists. I made sure to smile arrogantly at her submission.

Considering I had just fucked her brains out, she still managed to take some light, careful steps towards the kitchen. Her whole body was still jittering from the aftershocks, and pussyjuice was still running down her thighs. (ULLA: +1SP) (+90SP)

“And wash your hands first! I don’t want your …liquids on my drink!”

She was already in the kitchen, so I couldn’t see her reaction. But there was definitely another growl.

I looked at Henrika. She was just staring straight ahead. Her eyes seemed empty of all thought.

I hoped this experience wouldn’t turn her catatonic or something.

It was a good time as any to whip up the app. By my count, there was bound to be at least some new stuff. And I needed to check Henrika’s current buying price.

Oh yeah… I had just crossed the 1500 point mark. A brand new perk was the first notification that popped up.

This one…. might actually be useful.

CONGRATULATIONS!

You have achieved the total of 1500 submission points, you have unlocked a new perk!

-MEMORY WIPER-

You are now able to remove subject’s memories of you, but only with certain conditions.

If the subject’s submission score is above 0 = The user can remove up to 24 hours worth of memories from the subject’s mind. But only memories involving the user.

If the subject’s submission score is above +50 = The user can remove up to one week worth of memories from the subject’s mind. But only memories involving the user. The memories can be removed selectively.

If the subject’s submission score is +100 = The user can remove all memories involving the user from the subject’s mind. The memories can be removed selectively.

If the subject’s score is between 1-50, the user will have only one option: Remove all memories of the user from the last 24 hours. If it’s between 51-100, the user can selectively remove some memories, and keep others.

For example: The subject’s score is +60. It’s Friday. The user want’s to remove all memories of them from last Tuesday. The user enters the timeframe, and clicks accept. All the memories of the user from last Tuesday are now gone.

The deleted memories can be returned, but only once the subject reaches +100. Before that, there is no way to return deleted memories.

Well… That was quite the explanation…

…

Shit, this didn’t mean I could remove Maria’s memory of me fucking her daughter. It was more than a week ago now. Not unless I got her to +100, and at that point, it wouldn’t even matter anymore.

But still, I had a feeling this perk had all the potential to get me out of some nasty trouble in the future. It was quite the life insurance, in fact.

And not only that, my mind was already racing with all the different ways I could have fun with this as well…

“H-Here’s your drink… boss…”

Ulla suddenly appeared next to me with a bottle of carbonated water.

Damn, I didn’t think she would be this fast.

I shielded my phone quickly from her, and grabbed the bottle.

The bottle was probably cold when she took it from the fridge. Despite that, I could feel still feel the heat in the spot she held the bottle.

I took a big swig from the drink.

Ulla swallowed as well. The way she was eyeing me… I had a feeling she was dying of thirst. What, my cum wasn’t enough for her?

“Lie down, bitch. On the floor. In front of me. Belly up. Like a submissive dog.”

She wearily nodded, and got down on the floor.

There was a glimmer of hope in her eyes, though. Maybe I would now keep fucking her to completion.

Nah.

Once she had assumed the pose, I just stomped my shoe on her gushing cunt.

Like in the park.

She moaned in ecstasy at the impact. And the more I pushed in… the more she was squealing.

But that was enough for now. I needed to return to the app.

I just enjoyed keeping her under my foot while I did other stuff.

I was finally about to check Henrika’s current price, but something else caught my eye.

Ulla’s profile was flashing with two new notifications.

The first one… was her 50 point special lock.

Oh yeah, I guess did get a fuckton of points out of her today… I didn’t even notice.

-PUSSY LOCK-

The subject will be unable to penetrate, touch or rub their vagina without user’s permission. The subject will not also allow anyone else to penetrate, touch or rub their vagina. Unless the user gives permission. They will rationalize this to themselves.

Oh… so… like an invisible chastity belt?

Seems fitting for her. To have a man to be in complete control over her sexlife.

I had a feeling Ulla’s and Henrika’s sex days were now finished.

Unless I gave Ulla permission to do stuff.

Or if Ulla would be a completely unselfish lover. But I had a feeling that wasn’t the case.

Either way, it would be interesting to see if their relationship survived this day in the first place.

To be honest… I was rooting for them. It was more fun for me if they still tried to work it out. Nothing more fun than dominating a ‘loving’ couple.

I clicked the lock on.

At the same time, I slowly adjusted my shoe, so that my heel was on her clit now.

“ngh…wfaffff….” I could hear Ulla incoherently mumble, as the slow, rubbing movement of my shoe edged her pussy.

Alright then. Ulla’s second notification.

Oh my. It was a trait. Her third one.

And it was… quite an interesting one indeed.

Wait… This had three possible routes? What the fuck?

-SEXUALLY CONFUSED-

ROUTE A -LESBIAN

-DYKE GUARANTEE-

The subject will turn 100 percent lesbian. Even the thought of any sexual activity with men disgust them. Their sexual interest in women will be three times the amount of an average lesbian. They will be instantly turned on in the vicinity of other women.

ROUTE B -BISEXUAL

-OMNIVORE-

The subject will be sexually attracted to any person above the age of 18. With no limits, no matter who the person in. The amount of sexual attraction that a normal person feels towards the sexiest person they know… The subject will now feel three times that, towards all the people in their close proximity.

ROUTE C -LUST

-USER-SEXUAL-

The subject will now be sexually attracted to the user. And only to the user. The thought of sexual activity with any other person feels disgusting to them, and unnatural.

…

I still had no idea why this was the first trait ever to have three possible choices.

There didn’t seem to be any clear indication that there was something “that” special to this one.

Maybe I was missing something?

…Like…

Was Ulla actually sexually confused?

Could it actually be…

That she wasn’t a lesbian?

Well, not a full one at least?

Or had I just fucked with her brains that badly?

…

Shit.

This felt like a truly defining choice for her.

I had to stop rubbing her cunt.

She looked up in confused daze.

“Ulla… Tell me. Are you actually a lesbian?”

The question seemed to wake up even Henrika. Some life returned to her eyes.

“I- Wha- Yes! But- What?” she mumbled.

Oh fuck.

She… had no clear idea what she was.

Well… Seems like I’d actually get to help her make her decision, then.

But not yet. I needed to check Henrika’s price.

Right now.

It was…

165,112 dollars?

Holy fuck.

That was quite the drop from 350 million.

Yeah, sure, she now understood that women were inferior creatures to men… But I wondered if her sad state of mind over watching her wife cheat on her was affecting her as well.

The price was actually still moving, few hundred dollars forwards, few hundred dollars backwards.

She probably wasn’t in a stable state of mind right now.

I might have to move fast, the price might get a lot higher once she got herself together again.

…And this wasn’t a completely impossible sum.

I could come up with it in… few days? Perhaps?

I mean… I had quite the stable of obedient bitches now. Getting money from them should be no issue.

And then I could buy her ass. Own it completely.

Then I could make them both-

Yes. I could do this.

I got up, with my foot still on the cunt’s cunt.

She moaned as the pressure changed once again.

“Okay, Ulla. You did an adequate job today. I’ll let you keep your job. But you understand the rules of the workplace now, right? I’m the boss. I say what goes.”

“yes yes yes! Oh God! Yes!”

I hoped she could actually hear me and wasn’t just moaning from the intense pleasure my leather shoe was giving her.

“Ulla. One more thing before I go. I’m about to ask you a question. Whatever you answer… It won’t affect your job. You can say whatever you want to. If you say ‘no’, I’ll leave quietly.”

She was breathing really hard now, staring into my eyes like she was about to lose her mind.

“Do you want to… cum?”

Ulla immediately bit her lip.

I guess just the word was enough to practically send her over the edge.

She shot a quick glance at Henrika.

As if asking for permission.

Henrika just looked angry.

I mean… after all, there was no reason to please me anymore… the job was secured, so…

“y-yes… please… b-boss…” she whispered as she turned back to me.

Henrika dropped her head again.

I smiled.

“Okay then. Say… ‘please boss, I’m a stupid, little, cock-hungry cumrag who can’t live without her next cummies. Please, sir, please let me cum.’”

She closed her eyes. And took a deep breath in.

Yeah, no. She wasn’t going to meditate herself out of this one.

She opened her eyes. The lust in them had gotten only more intense.

She sighed. “Please. …boss… I’m a… a…. s-stupid… little… c-c-cock-hung-hungry… c-cum… r-rag… who… who can’t live… without her next… c-cummies… please.. sirrr…. Pleasee…. Let me cum!” (ULLA: +1SP) (+91SP)

I smiled again.

What a journey this day had been for her.

“Good. I’ll keep that in mind. See you in office tomorrow.”

Then I took my foot off her cunt, and left their apartment.

Ulla seemed quite speechless as I closed the door behind me.