The New Week begins

The light shone off of Daphne's golden skin and she rolled over to suck Freddie's cock. The warm, wonderful mouthful of jizz helped her rise up and get herself going.

Cooking breakfast, she nearly gagged when the Chef passed down her mouth. Gross!

He told her to get used to it, to offer to do it next time. Well... it wasn't that bad really...

Freddie was woken by a new message... on his Controller. Confused, he opened it up to find-

• PERK UNLOCKED! Pissbucket "understanding her place in the world, Mrs Daphne Johnson will enjoy swallowing or being soaked in Male Human Urine."

-something that got his dick rock hard and rushed downstairs to fuck Daphne in the ass, filling her up and plugging her before dropping her off at work.

Daphne stood in the carpark, dazed. Her outfit for the day was a pink, fluffy apron with the message DON'T KISS THE COOK, BEND HER OVER, a tiny black thong that failed to conceal her buttplug, pink platform heels giving her an extra 8 inches, and her hair was done up in Blowjob Handles.

Her massive tits threatened to pop out at the sides, and her gold skin and bubblegum pink hair made sure nobody could miss her.

She had a day of girl on girl, collecting data for the game by doing the same as the last work day, but with the Female colleagues instead of the men. Men would be involved though. Since Lesbianism was just foreplay in group sex with more than one woman, there would be male audiences observing in and out of the Simulation.

She trotted in her heels to the entrance, stopping to take a selfie before she goes in. She posts it to her Social Media, with a quick whine about having a full day of work ahead but already missing her Husband.

At the entrance, all the Female employees are squatting down and presenting themselves. Colleagues take the women up on their offer and so the air is thick with the smell of cum, and the gagging of a dozen sluts **** on dick

Daphne draws the eye, she's a Golden Slut in hardly any clothes. The "fuck my face" pose sees a lot of male staff take her up on her "offer", commenting on how she's improved, or what they want her to do. Unable to defy them, she apologised profusely for any "mistakes" while cum and spit dripped down off of her chin.

It was difficult to sound anything other than dim with lips as blown up as hers. Short sentences, and concentrating, she could pull off the sound of an intelligent women. But her appearance betrayed that. And she didn't get to concentrate on her words, she had to respond right away and that made speaking breathily and through the filter of DSLs that wanted nothing but cock passing through them, not words.

As the crowd finally, slowly moved into the building, people started talking. They recognised Daphne's appearance from the Simulation and she'd spent the weekend really becoming it? The men began commenting on the other women, andbthe women  began thinking about the work they could get done to look as slutty as Daphne.

Daphne preened under the leering and comments and objectification. She was her Husband's Golden Trophy and the men at work all agreed. Arriving at her desk, she arranged meetings and sat on a pair of vibrating dildos while she prepared to enter the Simulation.

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Velma had arrived early, accompanying Jerry since her car had been sold. Her oiled skin was shiny, turning her whire office blouse mostly transparent.

Jerry enjoyed hearing about his wife dominating his slut while Velma jerked him off. It was good she was fucking his property, it would make it all the sweeter when she's kneeling next to Velma soon, begging for Jerry to use her holes.

Jerry dumped one last load in his slut's big ass before giving it a loud smack and sending her out to "cheer up the staff".

The staff enjoyed the oily feeling of Velma, the shininess. Their hands roamed her slick skin and fingerblasted her holes before following her to the floor and fucking her from behind.

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Molly was happy to be going to work. A weekend as her sons' cumdump had about broken her, but a few hours at the office where she could be in charge should help her regain her confidence again.

She blushes as she squats and opens wide. She fumes as the one who takes her "invitation" is an annoying as fuck intern she'd reprimanded the last day of week before.

She looked around, and she saw men pushing women against walls, women casually making out while a man or men cheered them on, and other women checking out cosmetic surgery.

Jesus Christ! What had Daphne Johnson and Velma Patel become over the weekend?! Was that what was expected now?! Her phone buzzed and she knew her sons had seen pictures of the pair and were calling to organise an appointment.