Rebecca, Super-Horny Streamer Secretary - QnA - Part 2

Carl walked up and down the row of kennels, looking at the half-dozen pets that were resting or practicing, with toys or with each other, behind the wire-mesh gates. He checked his watch absentmindedly. Amber was working hard, tonguing my clit and teasing my folds with her bottom lip. I could feel myself building up to another orgasm, or hopefully, a few of them, the only moments I truly felt fulfilled. I pressed her head between my thighs as the tension rose. I'd long ago learned to focus and keep some semblance of function in these long moments, as the girls tended me. It was the only time I could get anything done. At the moment, I was deep in my best Hades 2 run in days, actually managing to hold my own against one more boss. Chat was cheering me on. It was rare I made it more than a few rooms when every one of my frequent orgasms left me distracted and **** to whatever enemies I hadn't cleaned up.

Since I'd started streaming as BeccaNeedsMore, my streams were replete with clips of me moaning uselessly as games went ignored, getting sniped or knifed or just running into a wall until I regained focus enough to recover. It was enough of a meme now that I'd set up another poll, once an hour, where chat could vote to give me tokens to let me pause the game. Anything for engagement. Of course I was all out.

The wiry stranger casually walked back up to my desk. If he had more questions for me I would answer them, of course, but I wasn't happy about it. Any distraction would just set me back from my next moment of relief, and probably fuck up my run, too, unless I could pause in time. It wasn't looking good. I took a deep breath as I dodged another hit, grinding my pussy into Amber's face as I did. I prepared myself. I could deal with it. My heart sank when he got down on the ground and tapped Amber on the shoulder.

"What's your name, girl?"

I lost focus completely, letting out a pathetic whimper when Amber backed off to answer him. The sweet, rhythmic sensation of her mouth disappeared, just the low buzz of my vibrator keeping me from total deprivation. On screen, I ate shit immediately, dying to a big AOE hit. A chime played from my speaker, indicating chat had voted me one more pause token. Just a moment too late. I took a breath, stifling a moan in my moment of need.

"Amber Parsons," She responded. Jessica had fallen asleep in her dog bed, smiling sweetly. I longed for her touch.

"Change."

"I'm number three," it responded. My favorite, number eight, had fallen asleep on the floor, where I'd discarded it.

"Change."

"Chastity Winsome," She responded. Tigerlily was watching from her dog bed, humming gently. She caught my gaze with a knowing grin.

"Change."

"I'm just a fuckpet, Sir. I don't have one," it responded. I reminded myself that Carl's questions meant it had permission to speak. Otherwise I'd have to discipline it, like the one with the black hair that had taken too much of a liking to me, now recovering in the punishment kennel. I pulled its hair a little harder, anyway. It never hurt to remind them.

"Change."

"Cummybuns!" She responded enthusiastically, proudly gesturing to the tag on her collar which proclaimed her identity. Muffin was reclining in her dog bed, gently teasing herself with her vibrator. She'd confided in me once that she wanted to be called Jessica, if she hadn't been a pet. I treasured that name, even as I punished her for using it. It meant she really cared about me. Or that she really wanted to get punished.

Cummy had just enough time to turn back to face me, to just barely tease me through the open hole in my fishnets, before Carl opened his mouth again. He was sitting on the floor now, back against one leg of the desk. He had a perfect view up my skirt, but if he wanted to ask Cummybuns more questions, that was the place to do it. Resigned, I laughed it off for the viewers and maneuvered myself back to start a new run

"That's pretty good, okay. So, is everyone else in this office sexy girls like you?"

"No. Besides us pets and Rebecca its mostly older men." That was for sure. Besides myself and a few of the staff downstairs in accounting, the laboratory glassware business had turned out to be a real old boys' club. They managed to keep themselves professional, for the most part, with the sexually-insatiable nineteen year old secretary who wore a new sexy outfit every day and hadn't quite gotten the hang of orgasming quietly during work hours. Ed Macallan ran a tight ship, and the few untoward comments I'd gotten early on had stopped quickly when Bill got sent to HR and didn't come back. Plus, they had eight perfectly good fuckpets to help them out. Still, it was tough sometimes being the only girl in the room wearing clothes.

At least the fuckpets made me feel a little less isolated. They weren't usually much for conversation, even when their mouths weren't busy serving my needy snatch. But I'd bonded with a few of them in off-hours and on evening walks. That's how Muffin and I got together!

"Change."

"Yeah! The boss really knows how to pick 'em, huh? You'll fit right in!"

Linda Macallan had earned herself a reputation for a certain standard of appearance in her hiring decisions. She insisted, in public at least, that it was part of her sales strategy, but we all knew she was collecting eye candy. I certainly wasn't complaining! If me and Muffin weren't an item already, I'd be spoiled for choice. Miss Wilson, the tall black milf from legal, had explained to me once that our contracts technically made us models.

"Fit right in...?" The stranger, Carly, looked down at herself, confused. I didn't see why. Sure, the cheap suit wasn't doing her any favors, but her svelte figure, clear, pale skin, and long black hair were doing it for me. Since she'd walked out of the elevator, I'd been staring almost as much as she had! If she didn't totally bomb the interview, Linda would be all over her. For some reason I couldn't place, a wave of panic washed over her face. She blushed cutely.

"Fuck. I meant, like, in the office, not just in the office. Fuck. Change."

"What do you mean, Creamy? It's just the Mistress and us pets here."

Creamylips looked startled as Buns answered her question. It really wasn't right for them to talk amongst themselves, especially when they were both under my desk, serving my pussy together. But if Creamy was just asking questions, it was fine. They seemed to be done now, so I grabbed Creamy by her long black hair, and **** her back to work, petting Cummy sensually with my other hand. As I enjoyed the sight of Creamy's petite body and porcelain-doll skin through the glass-top desk, I smiled. The fifty-something other pets whose kennels filled the rest of my floor watched on in envy, waiting for their turn. Maybe I'd let chat vote on who to use next, that was always fun.

To my surprise, Creamy pulled away from my crotch in a panic, gasping and fighting through the reflexive cunnilingus response she'd developed through years of dedicated training and practice. "Ch-Change!"

Cummy blushed. "Thanks, but no, I'm easily the bottom of the barrel. I mean, look at Miss Becca! Hell, look at yourself!"

Kara, the gorgeous stranger, leapt back to her full height (easily six foot eight, even in flats!), clearly upset by something, as Cummybuns got back to work. She ran over to the door of the elevator, inspecting her reflection in its brushed metal surface. I watched her ass intently as it shifted under her slacks.

Buns was being too hard on herself, really. In any other crowd, she'd be a standout feature! Her deep red hair, gentle curves, perky little tits, and cute, girl-next-door face gave her a sort of classic, easygoing beauty which her dedicated fuckpet training had honed into a joyful, welcoming sexuality. On any reasonable ten-point scale, she was a dime.

It wasn't Buns' fault the office was full of elevens, twelves, and fifteens. If anything, her insecurity, which motivated her to be the hardest-working fuckpet in the office, just made her cuter. I squeezed her face between my ample, pillowy thighs, petting her gently. She was hard on herself, but she wasn't exactly wrong. I could admit I was a serious piece of ass. I was five foot nothing, with an hourglass figure that put me securely in short stack territory. My natural, golden blonde hair (currently died neon green, for the costume) fell in perfect, wavy tresses to the very tops of my all-natural G-cups. Like most of the women here, I'd been scouted by modeling agencies, fuckpet trainers, and casting directors since graduation. Somehow, Linda Macallan had talked us all in to working for her. If you saw her, you'd understand.

The statuesque stranger was examining herself in the reflection on the elevator doors and her cell phone screen. She seemed panicked, like she was missing something important. I couldn't imagine what. I shamelessly ogled her some more. Her long, black hair fell in silky ripples over her back, and her pouty, dark red lips begged to be kissed. Her slacks clung scandalously to an ass that rivaled my own, and her blazer and shirt revealed just the top of her perfect, round, porcelain-white breasts. Muffin, herself the top pick of a world-class crop of pets, cast me a quick glance from her dog bed, to make sure that I was looking too.

She was huffing with exasperation when she returned to my desk, glancing down desperately at the curve of her crotch, where her slacks pulled into a subtle but distinctive cameltoe. "Godddamnit. fuck. fuck. okay, okay, Rebecca, what's my gend- or, wait, actually, what's my sex?"

I raised an eyebrow. "uhh, Female." And a fine specimen, too. You'll do great here.

"Yup. Change."

"Bimbo. Obviously." I rolled my eyes at Candy's latest stupid question. She stood there looking clueless, with her plump, dick-pillow lips and vacant grey-blue eyes, face plastered with the thick, slutty makeup that naturally secreted from her pores. She absentmindedly fondled her big, balloon-like tits, full of natural bio-silicone. What did I expect. The dumber, sluttier third of the population were, biologically, as different from women as women were from men, but they were also, almost invariably, too stupid to know it.

Sure, Candy was an especially hot one, dressed up in her bubblegum-pink romper and teetering stiletto heels. I wouldn't have minded using small words and repeating myself a few times a day to keep her around as eye candy (Heh). But that wasn't up to me. Linda was in to women, not bimbos, and, at the end of the day, we still had real work to do here. Maybe I could talk her in to offering the poor, stupid thing a fuckpet contract.

"Oh! Gosh! Uh, like, uhm... Change!"

"Jizz imp." I leaned forward, peering over the desk at Cammy's adorably curvy three-foot-high form. Her dark purple hair was tied up in long pigtails which hung down to her waist, and her violet skin was splattered in fresh loads from friends, acquaintances, and polite strangers. She idly licked at one with her dexterous, two-foot-long tongue, and I noticed that it was pierced in several places. Her pointy ears supported two full condoms which she wore as earrings.

I felt sorry for her. She was clearly nervous, looking up at an office that was built too big for her. Jizz imps were just as smart and capable as women and men, but their small stature and biological reliance on cum meant they weren't taken seriously, and were still just as underrepresented in the workforce as women once were. It was inspiring to see one dress up in her cute little cum-splattered suit and try for a serious job, even in an office with no dick for her to suck. I wondered if she would want to hang out after work, after MacAllan rejected her.

She slurped her long tongue back up, and gulped. "Really? Thtill? Chthange."

"Oh, you're just a cute little cocksleeve!" I smiled warmly as I lifted the adorable little tube of flesh from where someone had left it on my desk. It really was a beautiful one, a subtly curved, four inch wide, eight inch long cylinder of warm, inviting flesh, a perpetually-wet pussy on one end, and a pair of thick, inviting lips on the other. Six hard nipples studded its surface in two rows, and it shuddered and moaned as I brushed one with my hand. "I wonder who left you here?"

I didn't expect an answer. Cocksleeves could talk just fine, but almost never did, usually preferring to simply relax and wait for their next fucking. What a charmed life, I thought.

Surprisingly, its plump, adorable mouth did open, and quickly squeaked out the word "Change".

"F-futa." I gulped, a little intimidated by the gorgeous figure leaning on my desk. Her piercing green eyes were glancing around uncomfortably, but mine were fixed on the thick package bulging in her tight pencil skirt. Unlike the boss, famously a strict lesbian who'd never touched a cock, I could appreciate both of the feminine sexes. As Cummy continued her enthusiastic service on my clit, I imagined massaging Cassandra's fat hog with my hands and lips while I fingered her pussy behind it. My last futa girlfriend loved that one. Shame she was a cheater.

Muffin sat up on her knees, looking at me with undisguised want, her eyes silently asking me for permission to offer her services to Cassandra. It was cute, when her duties as a fuckpet and her loyalty as my partner were at odds. I weighed the issue in my mind as Cummy kept licking, balancing my jealousy against how hot it would be to see this beautiful stranger facefuck my perfect fuckpet girlfriend. God, it was too much. I ground my pussy against Cummy's face, and she picked up the pace.

Cassandra was... examining herself indecently, feeling her breasts, her hips, and, finally, delicately, the curve of her cock inside her skirt. I watched, transfixed. I wasn't going to stop her, but I couldn't imagine what made her act that way. She took a deep breath. I watched her cantaloupe-sized tits rise and fall under her shirt as she recovered her composure. She seemed to squirm uncomfortably in her clothes.

"Okay, okay, okay. This will have to do. Okay. Shoot. This isn't so bad. I can work with this." I'll say.

her pale face was flushed, and her eyes were nervous. For a moment, the tall, imperious futa seemed genuinely worried. I wanted to ride her gently, and tell her that everything was going to be alright. It had been almost a year since I'd had some good girlcock. She looked down, seeming to notice me for the first time. She shook her head and took another long, labored breath.

"Okay, seems like I'm going to be stuck like this for a while, might as well try it out. Rebecca, What's the sexual harassment policy like here?"

Was she... coming on to me? I almost couldn't believe it. I almost came on the spot. Cummybuns detected my excitement, and picked up the pace. Muffin would understand, right? If the roles were reversed, I'd let her at it. And I was using all the other pets, too, right? It's not like we were monogamous. So she would be fine with it! Right? But I knew it would be different, with Cassandra. Cassandra wasn't a trained plaything for my sexual relief, like Cummy, or Milkjugs, or Chocolate. She was a stranger, and she was hitting on me, and I had a girlfriend. I looked at Muffin, still sitting up on her knees, and she raised an eyebrow at me, expectantly. My heart was racing, and my pussy was aching with need even as Cummy brought me ever closer to the edge. I whimpered. And then I remembered I had been asked a question.

Fuck. Damnit. Shit.

Maybe she was coming on to me. But she had also asked me a question, and I had to answer it. I wished the answer was anything else. I had to answer accurately, and it was going to completely kill the mood.

"It's... not tolerated. We ask that you use one of the company fuckpets, if you must, to keep your composure."

I glanced at my girlfriend, wanting to add 'not that one, please.' But she'd asked about the policy, and that wasn't the policy. Muffin was staring at the stranger with undisguised lust.

Cummy backed off for a moment, noticing that my orgasm had been completely ruined. Fuck! I was just so god damn horny!

"Change"

I giggled. "It's gonna cost you." I gestured to the jar on my desk, and the printed label which read: "Grope Jar: 5$ / 2$ for catcalls & innuendo - Proceeds to company party fund." There was one like it on every desk in the office. As high as the average level of fuckability was around here, zero-tolerance was a lost cause. At least this way we kept it down to an acceptable level, and raised some money for the Christmas party.

The stranger pulled a wallet out of her purse, then frowned. "Actually, I think I'm a little light on cash right now. Change."

I grinned widely. This was my favorite thing about my job. "It's encouraged! We're a free-use office, so feel free to have fun with anyone here. Especially me!" I gestured to the plaque on my desk, which read 'Please enjoy the receptionist's body', and the poster on the wall, which proudly proclaimed 'Show your co-workers love! A Horny Office is a Happy Office!', over the team photo from our last corporate retreat, a wide shot of all twenty-or-so members of the sales team gathered on a line of king-size beds, in various states of undress and preoccupation. Linda MacAllan was sitting front and center, in her trademark black turtleneck and a pair of lacy black thigh-highs, and I was somewhere off to the side, sitting on Muffin's face in the pink bunny suit chat had voted for me, working her pussy with a big rubber dildo. It had been a mistake to let them know it was picture day, I recalled with a smirk.

The towering futa grinned.

I rose slowly, turning to face Cassandra as she made her way back behind my desk. Cummy was sitting at attention under the desk, and Muffin had joined her, the two of them watching and fingering themselves in respectful silence.

"So... you wouldn't mind if I did this?" She wrapped one svelte, surprisingly strong hand around my waist, and the other took me by the wrist, gently guiding my hand down towards the the curve of her cock in her skirt. I felt it twitching against my hand. "Of course not..." I gently stroked her, feeling her member stiffen against the constraint of her skirt. "Mmmhmmmmm...." she intoned, as she pulled me closer. I couldn't help but agree. She shed her blazer as I undid the zipper on her skirt, letting it fall from her toned thighs onto the ground, freeing her majestic eight-inch cock to stand proud through the fly of her silky white futa boxer shorts. It was beautiful.

As she unbuttoned her white dress shirt, I pulled my internal vibrator out, wincing with need as the stimulation left me. I handed it, still buzzing, to Muffin, who eagerly accepted it, licked it clean, and then held it against the top of her clit as she savored the taste of my juices. I looked up with anticipation, ready for Cassandra's cock.

She was... fumbling with her bra. It was blue and lacy, and she was flailing awkwardly behind her for the fastener like it was her first time wearing one. I was about to offer to help when she asked, "Jesus, this is awkward, do you really need to wear these things?"

I figured she was being rhetorical, but I answered anyway, just to be safe. A question was a question. "Maybe not need, but I wouldn't want to go without at my size." I hefted my tits for emphasis, feeling the outline of the low-profile supporter under my costume top. "Or yours," I added. I was talking about her tits, but my eyes were fixed on her cock. Forget about the bra, just put it in me already!

She was still fumbling, managing to get one hook free. I was a little embarrassed for her. "Oh, whatever. Change."

"What do you mean? It's not like they come off." I pinched a nipple through my own silky black bra, trying to distract myself from the need in my pussy. Cassandra was still feeling around the back of hers, for some reason, as if there was something back there to adjust. Of course, she should know there wasn't. The lacy blue garment had been permanently grafted to her skin, probably from the moment her tits stopped growing, just like mine, and just like Cummy's yellow bikini top and Muffin's lime-green sports bra.

The futa tugged on it a few times before she processed what I'd said. "What? No. Change."

I looked around nervously. Jesus, we'd just met! Was she a cop or something? "Uh, yeah? I think you have the wrong idea. I'm a law-abiding citizen." I scowled as she kept fumbling with the closure on her back. "Seriously, I want to do this, but not if you're gonna try to go tits-out on me. That's a line I won't cross." I glanced at Muffin, who looked as anxious as I felt. Besides fuckpets, the only women (or futas) who went braless were criminals. Thankfully, she lowered her hands. I took a breath.

"Alright, Alright. Change."

I smirked as I reached up to help her, the difference in our heights giving the gesture an especially intimate feeling. "Uh, no? I thought it was pretty old-fashioned of you, honestly. Kinda sexy though. Like wrapping paper." She took me by the hips as I reached behind her back and gently popped open the hooks, taking a second to remember how. "There we go. I'd think if you were gonna wear something like this, you'd practice taking it off." As the overly-modest garment fell away, Cassandra's cantaloupe-sized tits didn't drop a bit, standing perfectly round and perky, just like mine, supported by nothing but their own soft mass. "That's the one," she responded. After a second, she added a "thank you". We admired each other's tits for a moment, hers newly freed, mine standing proud and perky as always through the gap in my fishnet body stocking, clad only in a couple neon-green skull-shaped pasties, worn more to complete the costume than for modesty. I ran my hands up her sides to grab hers, enjoying their warm, soft, pliant mass under my hands. She moaned, holding me firmly and staring down at me, enraptured. I'd been known to have that effect on people.

"So...." I finally broke the silence, pouting a little, giving my best fuck-me-please bedroom eyes, as I teased her rock-hard cock with a single finger. "Do you think you could put it in me? I'm really, really, really, horny." She grinned. "Well, when you put it like that..."

As she advanced on me, I brushed my keyboard and mouse out of the way on the desk behind me, making room as she lifted me up and pushed me back onto it, narrowly avoiding knocking a monitor on the floor. The tempered glass desktop was cold, but I knew from extensive experience that it could take my weight.

As she flipped my skirt up and drew her hips closer to mine, Muffin interrupted. "Wait, wait." God damn it. What now? "I'm sorry Miss Cassandra, could you use protection?"

I'd have to punish her for speaking out of turn... But she was looking out for me. And she was right. Damn it. Cassandra huffed. "No, that's a good point. Do I really need a condom?"

"...Yes. Top drawer." And be quick about it!

"Change."

"Yes, don't you have one?" What kind of futa doesn't carry condoms? Especially one who looks like this?

"...No. Change."

"Need a what?" I arched my back, trying to grind my needy pussy against her tip, held just out of reach.

"Okay, that's vague. I was hoping for an IUD or something. Won't you get pregnant?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Probably not? but you never know." I was pretty sure it was a safe day for my cycle, but if it happened, it happened. It's not like there was any way to stop it. It wouldn't be the first time. And what the hell was an IUD?

"Change."

I sighed with exasperation. "I won't. You might." Was I really gonna have to teach this girl about futa reproduction before she fucked me? Was she from a red state or something?

"Not even gonna touch that one. Change"

I rolled my eyes. "Well, yeah. One hundred percent. When your cum touches me, I'll get pregnant. It's been known to happen." I looked at my family photo on the desk, of me, the fifteen or so siblings who still lived at the family building, and our dozens of offspring. I was looking forward to giving my seven daughters a little sister or two. Judging by the size of Cassandra's balls, probably several little sisters. Judging by her questions, not very smart ones.

I realized after a moment that she was looking at it too. She hesitated for a moment, and then said, "nah. Maybe another time. Change."

I giggled. "Not unless I wanted to, silly. Or are you trying to propose?" Muffin scowled at that suggestion.

"That's more like it." With that, finally, she pressed herself into my hot, needy folds, gently easing her way in as my juices coated her length. One of the benefits of my hyperactive always-on libido: I never needed lube.

The feeling of her cock inside my needy pussy overwhelmed me, and it was all I could do to keep from screaming as she slowly picked up the pace, thrusting in and out with a steady rhythm. I bit my lip and moaned stupidly as I squirmed, her hands gripping me firmly by the hips. As I acclimated to the sensation, my head lolled over to the side. I saw the chat window on my second monitor.

rhonda_mcbongald: Is this slut finally done askin questions lol. at least shes hot

deejaylawndart: Happy for u becca, we get worried when u go too long without a dicking

juicyfroots95: 0_o dint know becca likes girlcock. maybe i have a chance??

I grinned. They always did appreciate when I got up on the desk, even if it was rare. This free-use office job was the best thing that ever happened to my streaming career.

Looking up, I saw Cassandra take a deep breath, her round tits heaving beautifully as she did. She was up to speed and showing no signs of stopping, thrusting into me in long, full strokes. Suddenly, she smirked. She was looking at the screen, too. Without breaking pace, she asked, "So, do you guys actually get any work done here, or do you just play video games and fuck all day?"

I moaned. "Oooohhh, we make it work... Not that it isn't... distracting. And I'm the only one... playing video games." Of course, I was also doing more than my share of the fucking, between my famously overactive libido and my flexible approach to the corporate dress code, and less than my share of the labor. Sometimes 'making it work' meant letting others carry your weight a little. But the sales department was surprisingly effective, considering the amount of time we spent on our backs on the clock. Maybe Linda was on to something with the Free Use policy, after all.

Cassandra leaned down, still hammering my pussy as she braced herself against the desk. "Not for long. Change."

"That's not fair, We can do both!"

Keeping my game in view, I glanced back towards monitor three, where Linda's meeting calendar was open. I keyed the phone to take my call off hold, still savoring the feeling of Cassandra's cock pounding me from behind, bent over my desk.

"Thanks for waiting Mr. Danvers. Friday is booked up, but ...mhm... that's good... considering the urgency of the order, Mrs. MacAllan should be able to find time on ...ah, fuck me baby... Oh, five dollar Superchat from 3greywhite3, 'great show today, any chance of emma frost on tomorrow's dressup poll? and this new girl is hot, keep her around lol'....Oohh... on Saturday. If you're free around 11 Saturday, Mrs. MacAllan can come in to see you then. Chat did you see that dodge? Clip that!"

I noticed Cassandra slowing down a bit. I'd seen it before with new hires. Multitasking could be hard, especially if it was your first Free-Use-Always-on-Stream office job. But the laboratory equipment and specialty glassware business could be surprisingly rewarding!

"You'll get used to it quick, Cassie. Can I call you Cassie? ....mmhhmmm, fuck me.... when I started here I could barely keep up with chat while getting head! Saturday's no good? I understand. In that case her next availability is Monday at ten twenty, during her Solo Queue stream.... mhm! Yes, sir, the whole office is free, but please be patient with Linda, she's been trying really hard to make Platinum. Ah! Thanks for the superchat, greywhite, but check the rules! cosplay is a special event for fundraising goals! so you just got us closer! Okay, Mr Danvers, See you then. Boom! Another level done! Clip that! As for Cassie..."

...Cassie had slowed down a lot. I looked back at her, the need welling up within me. "Don't slow down! I need you."

She took another deep breath. God Damn those tits were amazing.

"Change."

"What are you talking about? ...mhm!... Playing video games and fucking all day is literally ah! our job! You should know that if you're here oh! -here for an interview!" I let myself sink into the bed as she fucked me into the mattress, my controller discarded, for the moment, on my glass-top desk. Sure, I was turning into a bit of a pillow princess. I liked to imagine Mistress wouldn't mind that, next time she visited our branch.

It had been almost a year since Miss Linda had hired me, or cast me, really, for the harem, and I'd only seen Molly twice. Once, she'd even let me kiss her feet, while Miss Linda and Angela took turns eating her out. She was surprisingly down-to-earth, for a billionaire heiress. The rest of the time, the entire 40-plus member harem branch spent all day hanging out, fucking, and playing video games, just so Molly had somewhere friendly to chill whenever she happened to be in town. I was amazed Cassandra had gotten this far in the casting process without knowing, It's not like it was a secret. Mistress had a harem branch at least this size in at least a dozen cities, with more on the way. I was already a semi-popular streamer, before I got cast. Miss Linda figured the Mistress might like to fuck a niche internet microcelebrity. That, and my hyperactive libido, pushed me over the edge, so to speak,

"I really hope you make it though, Cassie, can I call you Cassie? ....oh!" I moaned as she flipped me over to fuck me from the front. "It's a great gig! full benefits and everything, plus room and board, obviously. Most of the time we just kill time and fuck, the mistress doesn't even show up here more than a couple times a year. But it's so great when she does! shes a riot, you'll love her! We don't get many futas but if you're here then Miss Linda is okay with that obviously! You're really luck to be here! And oh my god the pay is amazing, and we have the pets, and-" Cassandra put a finger to my lips, as she gently ground her hips against mine, bearing down with all her weight. I could feel her twitch inside me. "Jesus, you weren't this talkative before. Do you ever stop talking?"

"...huh? Sometimes? What? Before? This is totally doing it for me, by the way." Her sudden intensity was disarming, and hot, though I was worried I'd bothered her somehow.

Honestly, I was just excited to make a new friend.

"Change."

"NoactuallyIreallydon'tevenwhenimasleepthedoctorsaysitsaneurologicalthingorsomethinganywayIreallydohopeyougetcastMissLindaisagreatbossandthefoodisactuallyamazingandweliketodomovienightsonthursdaysandIalways-"

"Uhg. Change."

" -. "

I shivered. She was taunting me.

I shook my head meekly. I felt helpless under her piercing eyes. I couldn't cry out, couldn't complain, couldn't even say stop. My friends all assumed the procedure (totally reversible, so they said) was part of my streaming persona, as SilentDollBecca. The fact is, I loved the helplessness. In a sense, I was below even the harem's fuckpets: at least they could speak when spoken to.

Cassandra gently caressed my face, running a finger over the fine X symbol tattooed across my voiceless lips. "That's better," She cooed.

She fucked me like that for a while, using me as her silent, compliant fucktoy, putty in her strong, svelte hands. My pussy was singing with pleasure as she pushed me over the edge, but she hardly could have known, except for the pulsing of my muscles around her cock. I didn't make a sound. I must have cum three times before I heard the first ragged huffs in her breath, the unsteadiness in her rhythm and the shakiness in her arms that revealed her own climax was approaching. I felt her twitch inside me.

That was when Muffin made her presence known.

Muffin was the branch manager's favorite of the office fuckpets. She was mine, as well. Her body was incredible, of course, with wide hips and beautiful, full thighs which contrasted with the slender grace of her upper body. Her straight black hair was trimmed short, and she had an easygoing, authoritative grace and confidence that made her seem unattainable, even as a fuckpet for a free-use harem. No one was exclusive here, of course, but Miss Linda mostly kept Muffin to herself. I had wanted her, for more than just sex, since I first laid eyes on her. It was the only thing that had seriously made me regret the loss of my voice.

Muffin tracked silently around the plush carpet of the room (bedroom six, where I kept my things), and approached behind Cassandra unnoticed. She climbed up onto the bed behind her with an almost ethereal silence.

As Cassandra laid into me, her body collapsing onto mine, Muffin effortlessly matched her movements, and, gently, pressed two slender fingers into Cassandra's waiting futa pussy, and stroked gently on a very special spot.

"Ah!"

The effect was immediate. Her body tensed momentarily, and I felt her massive load pump out of her into my waiting pussy. I almost - Almost! - considered opening my cervix to let her impregnate me. Every girl had thought about it once or twice. Could you blame me?

After an appropriate amount of time for Cassandra to catch her breath and roll off on to the bed beside me, Muffin handed me my internal vibrator, still buzzing from before. As she did, she sucked Cassandra's pussy juice from her fingers. Then, she cleared her throat.

"Forgive me, Cassie- Can I call you Cassie? The Branch Manager will see you now. Between the two of us, I think your chances are good." She smiled in a way that was at once disarming and inscrutable. Her voice was warm and sweet. "You should get cleaned up, Rebecca, I seem to remember you have a stream to get back to? You shouldn't keep your fans waiting." She winked when she said fans. My heart skipped. She turned and left.

It bothered me, sometimes, that Miss Linda let her talk freely, as a fuckpet. Being the favorite had its privileges. Mostly, it just made me want her more.

As Cassandra awkwardly dressed herself, I slipped my vibrator back inside me, and sighed.