Jumpin’ & Slidin’

“There we go. I think that’s probably enough.”

Ulla stopped smearing the cooking oil on her bare chest.

For a nice little while, the apartment was just filled with nothing but awkward silence and squelching, rubbings sounds, as she slowly lathered her tits with the shiny stuff. (ULLA: +1SP) (+80SP)

Henrika was probably scared out of her mind right now, but even she couldn’t take her eyes off those glowing, greasy mounds.

I wonder what it felt like against her skin?

I hoped it cooled her down a little. Every time she brushed by her nipple, she had to bite her lip not to let out another lustful moan.

I was amazed the oil wasn’t actually sizzling against her hot skin.

Despite her orgasm earlier in the park, she was still all wound up. Ready to explode at any second.

Ready to explode when I gave the order.

I’m sure there were still gallons left in her pussytank.

Now she just stood there awkwardly, letting gobs of the oil slide down her body…

I knew what I wanted to see next.

“Jump up and down a little. Let’s see them shake.”

She groaned.

She gave Henrika an apologizing expression…

And then she jumped.

Some of the excess oil flew on the floor, but her tits did jiggle nicely. They truly were as soft and floppy as I always imagined.

But only one jump?

“I’ll tell you when to stop.”

Another groan, but still no actual complaining.

She began jumping up and down, with her tits swinging up and down in the air.

“Do jumping jacks! I really want to see them move!”

She gave me a menacing look, but did as was ordered. Now her whole body was in motion.

The shininess of her chest made it look all the more pornographic and sleazy.

Even Henrika’s eyes went up and down, following the motion of her wife’s nipples.

…Interesting, though, that ordering her to jump didn’t seem to give me any more points… I guess it was because she was at +80 now?

I’d really have to humiliate her to take her further.

But it was still pretty funny though. I’m sure her downstairs neighbors probably hated the noise, but whatever. I had a greased-up feminist bimbo doing naked jumping jacks in front of me. Fuck her neighbors.

She was breathing a lot rougher again. I guess doing jumping jacks dozens of times takes it out of you.

“You’re tired already?”

“…yes… boss… please… can… I stop… now?”

“I don’t believe you. If you were actually tired… you’d stick your tongue out of your mouth and pant like a dog.”

She cringed, and managed two more jumps before doing that.

Then, humiliatingly, her tongue exited her mouth and she began panting loudly. (ULLA: +1SP) (+81SP)

Like a fucking dog.

As if she actually needed to prove she was tired. She wasn’t just dripping oil, but sweat as well, and the time between her jumps was getting more and more further apart.

She was a sweaty, hot mess.

No, she was a sweaty, hot, sexy mess.

And I loved how lewd she looked with her tongue out like that.

It didn’t even take that long before she was slobbering saliva on the floor as well.

What did her face remind me of?

…Oh yeah, that ahegao thing.

It wasn’t that far from it, actually.

Her eyes weren’t rolling up in ecstasy, though.

Should I…

Nah, she’d probably have no idea what I was even talking about. Just a timewaster of an order. And perhaps even I was too embarrassed to order her to do that.

“Okay, stop.”

She did. Immediately.

She nearly doubled over, taking some time to breathe.

How many jumps was that anyway? Probably not even a hundred. Was it that hard?

Maybe her excessive chest was weighing her down, jiggling all over the place like that?

I turned to Henrika. This time she was staring at me.

Or more like my crotch.

Oh yeah, my dick was still out in the open. And I guess I had been rubbing at up and down while I watched Ulla jump. Weird. I didn’t even notice it myself.

Was I feeling so comfortable, that I felt like I could just openly masturbate in this lesbian couple’s apartment?

Yeah, I guess so. Cool.

“I thought bunnies were supposed to be good at hopping around?” I asked with an arrogant smirk.

She didn’t answer, just did her best to steady her breathing.

“Now then… How would you like to pleasure me?”

Still, no answer.

I sighed. “It’s extremely simple, Ulla. After I’m satisfied… I’ll go. I’ll consider your debt paid and you disciplined. And you’ll keep your job. But as I said. You have to satisfy me first. Properly.”

Henrika let out a small groan through her cloth. I don’t know why. She had no say in this.

Ulla finally stood up. I repeated my question.

“How would you like to pleasure me, bunnybitch?”

She took in a deep breath. And coughed a little.

“M-may… I… please… g-give…”

She stopped.

Come on now. Don’t get the jitters now.

She breathed in again. “May I… give you a…. t-titjob? B-boss?” (ULLA: +2SP) (+83SP)

I stared at her in silence for a while. Ten seconds at least.

I really, really didn’t want to remind her of the same thing again.

This time, she finally got it. All by herself.

She plastered that stupid fake smile on her blonde face. Sure, it was totally late, but I appreciated the effort.

I smiled myself as well.

“Prove it. Get on your knees.”

She swallowed nervously, but did as was asked.

She was currently about five steps from me, so it’s not like she was face-to-face with my dick yet.

I flopped it about a bit, teasingly.

I knew she was a lesbian, but she was also a hot, sexy mess right now. Anything even remotely sexual made her bite her lip.

Even my swinging, huge, dick.

“Now. Do you really, really want to give this cock the ride of its life? With those fat, sweaty, lubed-up tits of yours?”

She cringed a bit. “yes… yes… I would… boss,” and another **** smile.

Her eyes shifted to Henrika momentarily, who let out a small, sad little whine. Ulla shifted her eyes back to me, quickly.

“Really? You really want to rub your funbags all over this male oppressor’s evil, privileged dick?”

She closed her eyes.

“…yes.”

It wasn’t like she was coming out of this day a stalwart feminist anyways.

No smile this time, though.

“Wow. You must really love cock then, right? I mean you’re begging me to pleasure my cock with your tits. Me, Jack. The guy you have always looked down on and treated like dirt. I guess you just love cock that much?”

She groaned.

“…yes.”

She couldn’t even look at me anymore. I had completely defeated her today. In every sense imaginable.

I could see her pride dying in front of my eyes.

“Well then, if you want my cock… You’re going to have to prove it. I want you to tell me why men are better than women. After that, you can take one slide closer to my cock. By my count… that should be about five slides.”

Ulla gritted her teeth. She was probably wondering where I even came up with this stuff, how could I come up with more and more mentally humiliating things for her to do.

This was just the very tip of the iceberg, baby. She had no idea about everything I had in store for her future.

She should have chosen the dungeon. With that… she probably could’ve escaped this day with some semblance of self-respect.

No chance for that anymore.

…But, I didn’t do this just for her. Henrika was also in the room.

It was time for her to learn about the true differences between the genders… As taught by Ulla. Then, I’m sure, her buying price would drop like a rock.

It was probably lower already, after that “men control the world”-thing. I’d have to check the counter after I leave.

Ulla was about to open her mouth. I interrupted her.

“And I don’t want any… stupid, or insignificant things, like ‘men are better at parking.’ I mean we are, but that’s not the point. I want big, substantial things. Otherwise, I won’t allow a slide.”

Ulla sighed. I’m guessing I just made her have to change her plans.

She’d probably start out with the things we already established in the park, things she had already allowed herself to say.

And I was right.

“M-men… are… s-stronger than women…”

She was about to slide, but I signaled her to stop.

“Be more specific. Stronger in physical or emotional sense?”

Her shiny tits sparkled in the room, as she sadly dropped her head to her chest.

“…b… b-both…” (ULLA: +1SP) (+84SP)

I took a look at Henrika’s face. Something was definitely going in her head now.

She shook it a few times, and couldn’t stop blinking. Oh yeah… She was processing the new information. It was a lot to take in.

“Slide.”

Ulla did. She moved her sexy, blonde body closer to my cock.

After that… it was silence. Again.

I waited for Ulla to give me another unfair comparison.

“M-men… are smarter… than women.”

“True. Another slide.”

This time Henrika even let out a small squeal. Her brain had barely handled the previous information, and now there was this new, huge nugget of knowledge.

It was time for Ulla to come up with the third one.

It was getting a little harder now.

In fact… she couldn’t seem to come up with anything.

I decided to help her out.

“Think back to the office. You’ve always known it. Just… say it.”

I was impressed. She knew what I wanted to hear, yet was still able to fight with herself to not to let it out. She was practically sweating, trying everything she could to keep the sentence from entering her mouth. But… the pressure was growing too much. And she knew that was the only thing I wanted to hear next.

“…men…. Are… better…. W-Writers… than women…”

“So I’m a better writer than you, right?”

“………………………………………………………………………………………yes.” (ULLA: +1SP) (+85SP)

Woah. That was an oddly long, and terrifying silence there. I’m guessing she really, really hated saying that.

Knowing it was true was probably even worse.

She took another slide.

She could probably smell my dick from this distance.

Henrika was still twitching oddly, trying to get a handle on the fact that her world views were being rewritten one by one.

Ulla was again having trouble coming up with another comparison. I mean there was one thing she could always say. But I was hoping she would save it for last.

Then, as she was trying to figure out what to come up with next, there was an odd change in her face.

Her eyes began turning glassy.

All the while staring at my swinging dick.

It was like that look you get when your lust completely overrides your brain and you can’t think properly anymore. Like… Ulla’s brains just suddenly couldn’t take the endless horniness anymore, and just surrendered.

She looked up at me with her almost zombie-like eyes.

“M-men… ssm… sme… smellll…. Better…”

…woah, did not expect that one.

Nice.

Good for her. She was going to get used to this cock-smell anyway.

This time Henrika didn’t twitch, just stared angrily at her wife.

Understandable.

Another slide.

Ulla was one slide away from my cock.

It had grown bigger and bigger the closer she got.

She was… salivating.

All she wanted to do was take that final slide. But her brains were burning out.

I should help her again.

“Ulla. Just say it. Say the final thing. You know it’s true. You want to say it out loud. You need to say it out loud. It’s burning you up inside. You know it’s the truth. And the truth… shall set you free.”

She was panting like a lunatic. Her eyes blinked like she was malfunctioning robot.

“Say it.”

The fight was over.

“Men… are better… at… everything….” (ULLA: +2SP) (+87SP)