USER-SEXUAL

I stopped in the hallway. It felt like I was forgetting something…

Oh yeah, right. I was supposed to choose Ulla’s new trait.

I quickly glanced through the three options again.

…

Route C… Seriously, why was there a Route C this time?

Was there something special about that choice?

User-Sexual… I had to admit, that option did tickle my nerve-endings more than the other two did.

Yeah, it was the most selfish choice. But I was a selfish person.

I wanted Ulla’s cunt to leak… but only for me.

So I chose Route C.

And then…

Well, this is something I’ve probably never mentioned before… But after you choose the trait option, the app then asks if you want to activate the trait right away.

I’ve always clicked yes, because why the Hell wouldn’t I…

But this time… I wasn’t so sure.

I felt like I… I wanted to activate this trait later.

Why? Well… For one thing… I wanted to see the change in Ulla the moment I turned this on. And I also had a feeling… That I could make that particular moment extremely fun… If I did it the right way.

Besides, I wanted to give Ulla and Henrika a chance to remain together. If I took away Ulla’s lesbian side completely, they probably wouldn’t have much of a future.

I wondered how they were doing now?

I placed my ear on their front door.

It was still dead quiet in there.

Probably would be for a long while.

Oh to be a fly on the wall while they discuss today’s events.

But all the hidden cameras I had bought yesterday were already in use.

Somewhere else.

Speaking of which… I needed to get all this Ulla stuff out of my mind now.

I needed to mentally prepare for the big operation.

Although… If everything went perfectly, the operation wouldn’t even need me.

All I needed was Gretchen, Lana and Anna-Marie to do their parts.

If they failed, or failed massively, I might need to do some emergency procedures. Therefore, I needed to get myself together and focus. For that possibility.

First, I wanted to fully check my phone. During my fun time with Ulla and Henrika, my phone had filled up with new messages.

One was from Gloria. She sent me a scorching-hot photo of her, wearing that trashy outfit I ordered her to wear. She shot the picture from the angle where I could see the plug bulging under her pants. She was smiling seductively at the camera, while licking a lollipop.

Fuck. I completely forgot about her. I was going to do fun stuff to that outfit. At least she had the good sense to show me what I missed.

She also sent me a text message.

“Is it okay, if I disappear for a day, daddy? Please?”

…What? Why?

Did she send me that pic as a way of negotiating? Making me happy so I was more likely to say yes?

Well at least she called me ‘daddy’. Voluntarily.

I probably should ask where she was going, but… I didn’t care. I didn’t have time for her today anyways.

“Fine. But there’s a penalty. I’m not going easy on your ass tomorrow. It’s going to be twice as rough now,” I texted her back.

She soon sent me another message.

“What does that mean, daddy?”

I clicked on a porn site, and sent her some video material.

I made sure it was pretty hardcore.

She didn’t text me after that.

I guess it was a lot to take in. Pun intended.

Time to move to the next one…

Oh, a message from Janice. Finally.

“Listen to me, you little fucker. I told you we have to talk. AND YOU STILL HAVEN’T ANSWERED ME! Next, I’m calling the cops. I DON’T EVEN CARE ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES! SO YOU BETTER ANSWER THIS MESSAGE!”

…

Oh shit.

…She was going to be an issue now, wasn’t she?

Damn. Well, she was still -39. Really not under my control.

She was actually willing to cum eight times in a row, to break her brains, just to tell cops about me? And about what in fact? What was the illegal thing that I did?

That I made her cum? Just by pinching her nipples a few times? After she punched my lights out?

…Actually I didn’t want anybody hearing that. That sounded suspicious as fuck.

Maybe she was bluffing?

No, I couldn’t assume that.

I had been too relaxed about her.

This needed to be taken care of. And fast.

I texted her.

“I’m coming over now.”

Shit. Like I needed this problem today of all days.

Now I just needed to hope that my girls took care of Maria while I focused on Janice.

And I still had some more messages to read.

Three new texts from Teresa. Sigh.

“Hey you didn’t answer my previous message! Did you forget?”

“Still no answer? Huh. You’re weird.”

“I check my phone and no messages from you. Is this a prank or something? Haha you caught me, made me worry! So what’s up?”

…Yeah, it had been barely a day and this yandere thing was already getting out of hand.

I really, really should turn that trait off.

…

I texted her back.

“I’m busy, can’t talk now.”

It took barely ten seconds and I already had two new messages from her. I just had to ignore them for now. This probably wouldn’t end if I kept answering her.

And the last message I had…

…

Oh, this was a biggie.

Lana sent me a link to a video she just privately uploaded.

It was almost an hour long one.

No need to wonder what this was.

I sent Janice one more message.

“I’ll be there in one hour.”

SOPHIE

That damn paperbag was still staring at me.

Grinning at me.

Even though Lana left two hours ago.

But she left that fucking thing there. On the floor.

Jack fucking Dingle’s stupid grin. Mocking me.

Enjoying my desperation.

Getting off on it.

The disgusting, sick bastard.

…

But I wanted to punch that picture. Really really bad.

So… w-why couldn’t I?

…

Was I scared of something?

That he might find the picture crumbled? Or with a hole in it? Right where he’s head should be?

And… And…

Then he might… might…

D-Deny me again…

Ohhhggood…

I massaged my pussy. It had… gone through some tough times today.

It was still raw and almost in pain from that… that huge strap-on…

B-but it… it really was… the same size as his… thing…

And… And it hit me all the way into my… my… uterus…

I really should get out of this closet…

The working hours were already over… I was probably the last one in the office.

I should just… put my clothes back on, and… and…

Ohhhhgodddd….

The floor was still so wet and moist.

The whole closet stank like a whorehouse.

All I saw were little puddles of my pussyjuice and saliva everywhere.

Even his fucking profile picture was still wet after all the time I licked it.

While Lana was shoving that thing up my cunt.

Mercilessly. For an hour. Like a fucking machine.

I had no idea she had the capability for something like that.

How… in the name of fuck… Could Jack get two women… Two women who despised him… To do that?

I’m… I’m pretty sure Lana used to despise him. I mean we talked about him many times during the years. Everytime Lana joked how she couldn’t wait until Jack was replaced by someone who actually could write. That he was the one thing holding our magazine back.

And I agreed. And… and we used to read his articles during lunch time… We read them to each other… Nearly every awful sentence always made us laugh so hard… So hard that sometimes my stomach hurt afterwards…

And now… he was doing this to us?

Was it all really because… because he could control our orgasms?

…Did he always have that power? …I guess… But now he was definitely abusing it!

I mean… I mean he made two women that despised him… Do such… awful, vile… perverted things to each other… Two women fucking in a closet for an hour… Neither one able to cum… My body ravaged, sweat everywhere…. Constant drip-drip-drip of my pussy…

Ngh…

The- The slapping sound of our bodies hitting against each other, Lana’s bo-boobs squishing against me everytime she- she really- really went in there, and- and-

Me-

Me just… Just telling…. This… This fake Jack… How…. How big he was and, how much… I… couldn’t live without his cock… and whispering… how I would serve him loyally, because he was my… ohgoddidIreallysaythat… my… Cock-God?

A-and Lana kept switching the position, fucking me d-doggystyle, right against the shelves, pounding my poor little pussy…

A-and also against the floor, like an animal… She- I mean we used to be friends- She just, destroyed my pussy with that thing, made me eat the floor and-

I just moaned. Like an absolute cock-hungry bitch.

So loudly that she constantly needed to cover my mouth with her hand.

Making me taste her sweat while we fucked.

To be completely honest… I was happy about the paper bag.

If I was **** to see her face during this… It would have been too much.

But she sure got to see me. And all the various expressions of embarrassment and ecstasy I had. Every single one.

Except my o-face.

Oh God why not that?

I would’ve been okay with that!

I WANTED TO CUM!

Whywhywhywhy was I this ****?

The worst thing about this whole experience was that IT JUST MADE MORE HORNY!!

Right now, I would’ve fucked my whole family to cum!

And I probably wasn’t even exaggerating!

Ngh… and I STILL couldn’t stop rubbing my cunt!

What did I have to-

RRRIIIING!

What?

Oh, my phone was ringing.

I picked it up from my pants pocket. My pussyjuice-stained hands got all over it.

I could feel my breathing stop.

The caller was… Jack.

I should just hang u-

“Yes? Jack?” I answered as quickly as I could.

“I watched the video. Good work my little cumpet. It really felt you wanted my dick. And some of your whispers had some great ASMR-quality to them. Also, I loved the progression. They way Lana got rougher, and the way you slammed your ass against her harder and harder… I really didn’t think you’d have the stamina and skill for something like that.”

I hated him. I hated him. I hated him.

“Y-yes… b-but… c-could you… p-please”

“Fine fine. You passed the audition. I’m going to fuck you properly later. For now… You are allowed to cum. Right now.”

It’s hard to tell what happened after he said those words.

But I guess I could compare it to using hard ****.

It basically felt like I switched to another astral plane and met God.

While in the real world my pussy exploded. So hard that I might’ve caused another big bang, birthing new universes from my cunt.