Ugh, Mondays.

Of course everyone isn’t a fan of Mondays. Who would be? Coming in from the weekend, dragging yourself back to work or school, the whole day just feels dreary and depressing. It doesn’t help that the sky was dull and grey, with a soft drizzle of rain leaking everywhere. Kristy tried to shield her glasses with a paw as she hurried through the streets towards her office block, doing her best not to meet the gaze of any guys around - which, of course, there was. There always was. She didn’t want to bring too much attention to herself, as she was in a bit of a hurry.

The main street, even in the rain, was a bustle of activity as everyone either rushed to work, rushed to a food stall for a belated breakfast before rushing to work, or was just idly exploring on their day off. Of course, Kristy did her best to tune out the calls from the street workers - the flashing signs, the pole-dancers, the constant unrelenting sound of dick-sucking. Slick raincoats shined from the crowds, with umbrellas covering most of the top. Kristy, of course, didn’t have either an umbrella nor a raincoat. She was decked out in a tight office shirt that was already damp, and a tiny little black skirt which hugged her rear much too tightly, and continually rode up her ass exposing her lack of panties - although she would never dare to wear such an illegal item.

It was much better form for a girl like her to arrive at work drenched from the rain - it kept her in her humiliating place. The men, of course, could carry an umbrella or don a heavy coat in order to keep their pristine, perfectly-ironed suits free from a single raindrop. In some respect, it was probably harder to uphold yourself to such a standard, facing shame from your colleagues if you stepped out of line. But for the girls, it was much more humiliating and embarrassing - but still part of life. She could see other female workers in the crowds, looking severely under-dressed for the weather - most of them had elected to walk topless in the rain, rather than soak up their clothing and be forced to wear it for the rest of the day. Kristy tilted her head, admiring their fore-though - wishing she’d thought of something like that this morning.

Kristy’s tail twitched as she frowned at the thought, trying to chase it away. Her fur was already clumping together as she kept a paw over her glasses, doing her best to move through the crowd. She was growing wetter and wetter just from the others around her - all the water collecting on raincoats transferring into her own clothes as she tried to squeeze past. She felt a much warmer, stickier liquid suddenly splash across her cheek as she passed by one of the… displays. Thankfully it missed her glasses, and she quickly rubbed it off and carried on. She couldn’t really ask anybody to move, she could only try and make her way through. If she did so, that invited a potential “intervention” from whichever male she had asked - and no doubt he’d “teach her a lesson”, and cause her to be late for work.

And she didn’t want to be late. She wouldn’t be fired of course, since her boss took quite the liking to her. She shivered in a mixture of delight and worry as she imagined him licking his fangs and lips, eyes utterly devouring her as he watched her come through the doors a few minutes late. She could imagine his finger gently beckoning her over, the way his pants did nothing to hide his twitching tent. She felt a warm shudder rip through her as she imagined spending her entire workday in his office, her hard work not going unnoticed - she’d been doing her best to try and prove recently that she was more than qualified to gain that promotion into being his… personal secretary. It was important she got this position, as her pay had been declining steadily in her regular office assistant job… with special attention paid to the “ass” part of assistant. She needed the bump to her paycheck, otherwise she might start falling behind on her rent payments.

If she didn’t make enough to cover rent… she’d have to sign herself over to her roommates. Now that sent a shudder through her, as did the paw that grasped onto the base of her tail and gave it a little tug - before mercifully letting go. She did her best to hurry away, realising she’d wandered a bit too close to one of the slut-stalls. She’d most likely been mistaken for one of the working girls on the stall, even though her dress was definitely different from the “whore look” those stalls were frequented by. She’d hoped to get away unmolested, not to shirk the natural-born duty of a female, but to make sure she arrived to work on time - but her ears twitched as she heard someone fall in behind her. She did her best not to look, only focusing on the wet pavement below and her own feet, as she felt a big warm paw grasp onto her ass. It squeezed and fondled her as she walked along, gently lifting her skirt up - almost as if verifying something.

Underwear checks were common, as unfortunately there was always the chance that a girl could try and cover herself up - something that brought about a great deal of punishment. Kristy, however, was a good girl and would never do such an awful thing like wearing a pair of panties, which her unseen molester was able to confirm as the paw gave a quick slap to her rump before letting go. Kristy let out a sigh of relief, coupling with the fact that the crowd was thinning out. She increased her tempo, her long wolf legs carrying her through the street at a quicker pace. Her watch caught her eye - 8:55. Five minutes. More than enough, thankfully, but she didn’t slow down the pace. Her body felt cold from the water, and she shivered again, catching a few glances her way from the crowd. That was to be expected of course, she’d grown up and grown used to the loving, lustful gaze of the males around her - no doubt her figure was likely inspiring a few boners in the crowd. Of course, those eyes were also drawn to the other girls around and in the crowd, the ones that stood out in their skimpier clothing, the same as hers. But most of the attention was on the street performers.

They were dime-a-dozen, mixing in with the countless sex stores and whore-hotels. Most lamps were co-opted into stripper poles, even in the rain, the water mixing into the dancers' fur as they spread their legs for their onlookers. Some girls were tied to objects, such as a mailbox - the “price” for sending a letter being to deposit a warm, fertile load of baby-batter into the bitch. Hotels bulged with customers, all being lovingly attended to by the whores inside - and Kristy couldn’t begin to imagine how many were sequestered inside the great many rooms.

Most of all though were the public displays of sex, and dominance. Girls were on their knees all over, in the crowds, against walls, in the alleys - drinking down their daily vitamins. Their paws gracefully and thankfully fondled the fat, oversized nutsacks of the males - desperately trying to milk more nutrients from their twitching, oozing cocks. Other girls were bouncing on boys who sat on benches - or were being held against the wall, hips held, roughly pounded by a group of males unable to restrain themselves. As she passed, she caught the eye of one of the males waiting for his turn, and quickly tried to speed up. She swore she heard his pawsteps begin to follow, but with so many others around her it wasn’t possible to tell.

Don’t think about that. Just keep walking. It’s just someone else, there isn’t going to be a paw grasping onto your hips just yet. Her paws splashed through puddles as she finally arrived at the large, looming office - glass windows dripping with water, but with a large overhanging entrance offering precious dry space. She stood there for a moment and shook herself, trying to at least get some of the water from her hair and fur, wanting to look a little more presentable - before grasping the door and pushing it in. Her shirt was barely more than a transparent tissue by now, but she held her head up and did her best not to glance down at her bust - very, very clearly visible. Bras were obviously an offence, and Kristy herself hadn’t even seen one for who knows how many years. Perhaps when she was still a little cub. Now though, 23 and working, she had bigger issues than wearing one piece of clothing. Rent, bills, the adult life - only compounding it’s difficulty because of one, singular, unchangeable fact:

Kristy was a female.

In this world, females knew their place, and it was below the males. Usually on their knees, making sure the males knew how appreciated they were for their service. Serving a male was the best thing a female could achieve in her life - besides, of course, the utmost honour any female was capable of reaching: “Grade A Sextoy”.

All girls had a grade. Kirsty herself didn’t know the specifics of the grading system, no girl did - that knowledge was only known to the males of the world, or at least those in the position of power. Your average street-male wouldn’t be able to tell you either, besides the basic facts: Girls had grades, and boys rated them.

Males could rate a female at any time on their phones, or if their device was inoperable at the time, at a rating station. There were a few dotted about, one was actually situated quite close to Kirsty’s workplace. She’d seen it only once as she accompanied her boss in the company car, giving him “stress relief” after he’d been at a meeting. Of course, said relief included her being sat on his lap for the majority of the ride, alternating to her muzzle at the end to clean him up. But she remembered seeing the building - it looked old, important, and clearly powerful.

Every month, girls are required to attend their performance review at their closest marking hall. Kristy didn’t live too far from one, so she was usually one of the first to arrive on the day - at the marking hall, Kristy would be taken to a small room where she had to lay on a bed, with a complex apparatus suspended above her. This apparatus was capable of administering and removing a rating-tattoo - which was placed right on her womb, glowing gently for all to see. Once the machine was finished, if it even needed to be activated at all (in case a girl's rating didn’t change), the marking technician would then proceed to make love to her - emptying his balls deep inside her, causing the tattoo to glow brighter and… change. It would add a little tally inside of it. This was done to make sure the tattoo was working correctly, and once that was indeed confirmed, she was permitted to leave.

Right now,  Kristy had a Grade C tattoo on her womb, with a decent helping of tallies inside. Each tally acted as an extra point to her rating, so it was always beneficial to collect as many as possible. Every girl had differing levels of ratings - Obedience, Sexual Appeal, Fertility, Behaviour. These ratings would aggregate into a final score, but the tally on the tattoo applied to the final score instead of being aggregated, meaning it was more powerful than all of the rating categories.

Most of Kristy’s tallies were from her roommates - a common scenario across the world. The second largest group was from her co-workers, another common situation. But Kristy also had a small collection of tallies that were ever-so-slightly different from the others. Not by much, it’s hard for the regular eye to make out the difference - but the scanning machines picked it up loud and clear. These were from her boss, and these were special.

Even in a world geared towards the complete humiliation of females, and the unquestioned and downright certified dominance of males, there was still a class system amongst the dominant faction. Although, in true sexist fashion - the difference in male class only ever really impacted the females in the end.

Your average male’s tally only counted as one point. Kristy's roommates, her co-workers, the countless unknowns that she rode and bent over for, day after day - they were worth only a single point. Most females would only collect single-point tallies in their lifetime unless they were lucky enough to be born to more… influential parents. Or, have the complete luck of the draw of being chosen as a sex toy by a powerful male.

Politicians, businessmen, the rich elite, popular and famous men - those who were “better” in society either via their wealth or social status. These men were worth more in monetary and influential respects, so of course their tally would be worth more too. The precise amount could be only a small increase to 2 or 3, but some could even go up to 10 or 15.

Kristy’s boss, being the owner of a decently powerful and definitely wealthy company, was worth 6 points - a very, very good number. Kristy herself had never encountered anybody who’d gotten a tally worth more than 4, so a 6 was a huge upgrade! This is why it was so important to get on well with him, this is why she was desperate for that promotion to his personal secretary - unfiltered access directly to his lap, his desk, his office walls and windows, his car, maybe even his home if she was really, extremely lucky. Her legs very slightly twitched at the thought of being taken directly to his bed - the creaking and shaking of the frame and mattress as he took her, claimed her, filled her womb over and over.

Those were good thoughts. Hang onto them, Kristy. The thoughts of being your boss’s sex slave, breeding bitch, ball-draining cum-hungry orgasm-addicted brain-broken spunkrag. Those were important. Those were goals. Goals she was going to achieve! 

The inside of the office block was decently furnished, the walls and floor all sparkling nice and clean. Overall the decor was modern, clean, smooth. It wasn’t flashy or fancy, it was simply efficient - most people wouldn’t be spending too much time here in reception anyway. The front door led almost directly into a small security  checkpoint, manned by large and intimidating hyena guards who started to wave her through. They knew her, and she knew them - Derek and Gus were the ones who almost always took the morning shift (unless one had to duck out for a sick day).

Kristy made her way through the tall scanner, as Gus took a glimpse at the computer readout. Obviously she wasn’t carrying anything close to resembling a weapon or dangerous item, there wasn’t even enough clothing coverage on her to conceal anything of substance. Kristy’s eye caught a small reflection of the floor-camera as she walked over it, and Gus took a much longer look at this image - a direct upskirt shot that he quickly saved with a tap of the keyboard to be uploaded to the company intranet.

“Kristy, with me please.” came the quick, curt, and demanding voice of Derek - and Kristy obediently stepped towards him and into his warm, waiting arms. His paws roughly slid up her shirt to grasp onto her tits, fondling them with a rehearsed passion. Kristy was used to the small little ways that Derek liked to touch - the way the tips of his fingers teased her nipples, the warmth of his breath pressing into her neck. She felt his hips press against her ass, the obvious bulge in his shorts starting to lift up her tiny, tight little skirt.

The guards made sure to treat every female who entered the building this way - it was only customary, of course. If you were a good girl, as one should be, you’d not have to spend too much time in their grasp. Those who tried to hurry, however, could expect to be pulled into a side room with one of the guards and reminded of their place at the end of their cocks.

So, despite Kristy’s overall need to get going, she stood completely still in a relaxed, laid-back fashion. One of Derek’s paws began to slide into the front of her skirt-band, dipping downwards to rub at her clit. She felt a shiver of pleasure shoot up through her as he rubbed and fondled her love-button - making sure she didn’t hold back said shiver, letting him feel the effects he was having on her. There was no point in hiding it, in fact it went against her if she did. Instead, she rolled her hips into Derek’s paw, evidently showing off her enjoyment - which brought a big smirk to his muzzle.

“You’re such a fucking slut, Kristy…” he whispered to her, which she only nodded to with a little smile of her own, and a gentle moan. Derek wasn’t one to hang around, his fingers already beginning to slide inside her wet, waiting pussy. Kristy’s paw gently reached out to hold onto him as his fingers explored her insides - a place that he knew well. He already knew the spots that got her going, the places that felt good. So, of course, he immediately began targeting these spots, causing Kristy’s eyes to grow a little wider as pleasure began rolling through her. Derek’s other paw happily mauled her breasts, squeezing her nipples hard - causing her to squeak in pained delight. She could already feel an orgasm growing, that tantalising and oh-so addicting feeling… the one that she was hooked on, entirely surrendering herself to…

But then Kristy’s ears flicked up as a sudden loud beeping blasted through the reception area - and Derek’s paws withdrew from her body, leaving her unsatisfied and close to the edge of orgasm. Kristy was desperate for him to keep going, but Derek’s face was in work-mode now as he hurried over to some girl that had come through the scanner. Kristy couldn’t ask him to come back, especially when he was busy with his job - it would make her seem like a desperate skank, rather than a willing slut. Some people would say there  wasn’t any difference, but to her there was - it was all about optics. If she wanted to climb what pitiful ladder there was for women, then she’d need to play her cards tactfully. 

So, with an aching pussy that was oozing a few strands of her girl-juice, she carried on towards the elevator, passing by the receptionist on the way, giving him a little wave. He waved back at her with a smile before a sudden rush of pleasure hit his expression, and his paws dipped back down to the head servicing him under his desk. He scratched the head's ears as loud gulping sounds erupted, filling Kristy’s ears as she made her way into the elevator, pressing the button for her office floor.

The elevator was empty, which suited Kristy fine as she rode it upwards, looking at her reflection in the button-panel. She looked good, although quite flushed. Thankfully that wasn’t something to be afraid of, and some of the higher-ups (her boss, hopefully, included!) tended to find the “blushy” look to be quite cute.

Speaking of her boss, as the elevator doors opened and Kristy set paw into the hallway, she was caught off-guard by him exiting a nearby office as the elevator shut behind her. He was such a tall, imposing figure - and, of course, extremely handsome. He was a hyena, always smiling with those gleaming fangs, sending shudders through her body as she looked at him. He was doing it now, his mouth opening into that grin of his as he hungrily stared at her, as she was rooted to the spot.

“G-good morning sir!” she squeaked out, cursing herself for stuttering on the first word. She tried to hold herself as straight as possible, pushing out her chest - her shirt still entirely see through, her tits on full display to her superior. He obviously enjoyed the look, as his eyes didn’t spend much time on hers - rather, they were glued to her bust. Kristy saw with quite some relief that his pants were beginning to stretch out in the crotch as his erection formed..

“Good morning Kristy, I was hoping I’d run into you! Why don’t you come with me for a few minutes, I’m in need of a snack…” he trailed off, but his paw clamped down on her shoulder and began to lead her away. Kristy didn’t give any form of resistance at all - instead, she was light on her feet with her pussy twitching in anticipation and delight. She was still feeling close to her orgasm, and now the powerful feeling of her boss’s paw leading her away was only making her feel better. Plus - it was HIM! She was so lucky! Now was her chance to impress him! Hopefully! First, she’d have to see what he wanted…

Her boss led her into a small office, unused for now - it was more of a file-storage room anyway, but it still held a desk and a few chairs like a personal office. He shut the door behind them, although didn’t bother locking it - there never was any need, since using the side rooms to fuck a bitch was commonplace. Of course, you could do it in the main office space too, although most of the male workers preferred not to accidentally get cum on their projects or seating areas. Under the desk action was very popular, however.

Her boss stopped, keeping his grip on her - adding his other paw, but planting both on her hips. She looked upwards at him, as he towered over her - her eyes hopefully portraying how happy she was. An involuntary shudder went through her, which he obviously felt as his smile only grew a little wider.

“You’re so cute, Kristy. A cute little girl. A cute little toy. Don’t do anything, okay? I’ve got this - just… relax.” he told her, in a warm and reassuring voice. Kristy tried her best to relax as he told her, but she let out a small squeak as he suddenly lifted her off of her footpaws - catching her by surprise. But that wasn’t the most surprising thing, as he suddenly twirled her around like a ragdoll - with her head now downwards, and her legs pointing straight up. She heard him smack his lips like he was observing a particularly tasty meal - before the realisation set in for her. He WAS looking at a tasty meal, the one right between her legs.

She inched her legs a little wider for him, as her face was suddenly pressed against his crotch which was twitching and pulsating from the treat kept hidden inside. Fuck it was… it was obviously so very big, it was amazing how his pants could keep it inside - the sheer mass was… impressive, without it even being visible! Those thoughts clouded her mind for a moment before quickly being railroaded aside as she felt hot breath on her exposed cunt, causing another tremble to ripple through her.

“Good, no panties. Can you believe that Lucy wore panties a few weeks ago? She was quickly sent off to re-education, what a disgrace…” came the murmured voice of her boss, more absentmindedly to himself rather than addressed to her, however it reinforced in Kristy’s mind that her outfit choice for today was a good one.

Of course it was good, however. Slutty, official, and showing off her body like a good girl does. And for the purposes of her boss’s enjoyment right now - a tiny little skirt that gave utterly no defence to her pussy, which suddenly was under attack from a warm, wriggling tongue. Kristy did her best not to immediately moan too loud, but fuck did it feel good! Her boss’s tongue was worming its way deep inside her with some loud slurping sounds as his lips made contact with hers. Her whole body buzzed with pleasure as his tongue explored her, and he began to suckle on her clit. Shit, shit, SHIT he was really fucking good at this, and she was already close enough to orgasm from earlier - he’s barely even started and she’s already dangling from the orgasmic cliff edge. Fuck, fuck, fuck what if he thinks badly of her because she’s already-

Kristy lets out a long drawn out squeal as her legs instinctively hold onto her boss’s head, keeping his muzzle pressed into her cunt as she hits a massive, mind-melting orgasm. Her whole body started to shake as it ripped through her, tasty girljuice squirting directly into her boss’s maw - his tongue still working deep inside her, only causing her orgasm to extend further and further. She couldn’t stop herself from vocalising how good it all felt through her moaning and squeaking, before she shoved her muzzle against his fat erection in order to muffle herself. It took almost a minute before her orgasm cooled off, and she was left panting deep breaths of thick hyena musk. Her boss kept a tight hold on her the whole time, before his tongue finally began to slide out of her, licking his lips for extra girl taste.

“Well, that was extremely quick, probably the fastest I’ve ever seen. Am I really that good at eating out lil’ sluts like you, Kristy?” her boss asked, tilting his head and twitching his ears gently, his eyes making some intense contact with hers. Kristy tried her best to regain her thoughts, although her whole body was buzzing with pleasure - causing her brain to be a lil’ foggy. But, there was something important knocking around in her thoughts - something she had to focus on, something that could make-or-break her future. She did her best to grasp onto it, hoping she wasn’t about to make a mistake…

“W-well, you are v-very good sir, b-but I was already on the e-edge from security. T-they left me b-before I could… f-finish. But y-you are the best I’ve ever e-experienced…” she added that in the end, hoping it wouldn’t come across as too desperate. Trying to get in good with a powerful man was what every girl did - but they would usually never pay attention to the obvious chasers, the ones that would always fawn over them with the most obvious “Please, pick me as your personal cumtoy!” begging.

Her boss’s eyes continued to look deeply into hers, before his muzzle created a small grin - his eyes glowing a little. “Well Kristy, I’m very proud of your ability to be truthful - almost every other girl in the office would have taken that as a chance to capitalise on me… but you told the truth. Well done. Why don’t you come into my office after the lunch break? I know you’re interested in the role of my personal secretary… every girl is, so that’s a given. Perhaps I should give you an interview… we’ll see. Now, come on girl - run along and get your work done, I’ll see you later.”

Kristy did her very best not to let out a cheer of delight - it worked! Holy shit, what luck! She was taking a complete gamble there and it paid off massively, hopefully significantly boosting her chances to be his personal knot-toy and breeding bitch! Oh the thought of it was already making her feel giddy with happiness! Maybe being a higher-class cumslut wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibility…

“Yes sir, thank you so very much sir!” she squeaked at him, obviously delighted - which he picked up on. She got to her paws with legs that wobbled slightly, regaining her balance from that powerful orgasm, gave her boss a bow before spinning around and walking off to her workstation. She hoped her boss was staring at her ass the whole way - and he was, although she didn’t turn around to confirm. His eyes really liked what he saw, although she was already one of his favourites - he didn’t let her know that, though. Interpersonal relations in the office could get very… strenuous… if a girl was being treated “better” than others. All girls were equal in their subservience, until they moved above their station of course.

Kristy took a deep breath as she made her way to the office space, the familiar click-clacking of keyboards, humming lights above, soft small-talk, pawsteps on carpets, and all the other ambient noises coming together to create a relaxing atmosphere. Others may find it dull, or even annoying - but that soft hum of activity, despite its somewhat monotonous tone for a lot of others, was a relaxing departure from the more hustle and bustle of the outside. Plus, the rain cast a lovely pattering onto the windows lining the side of the office - quite loudly, actually, something Kristy appreciated quite a lot. She’s always loved the rain.

Her male co-workers love the rain too, but in a different way. They love how her shirt goes practically see-through, revealing her perky, tasty tits to the world - and already there were some gazes going her way as she walked through the office. She passed some cubicles, most empty - but one with an occupant who was leaning against its side. Kristy wasn’t paying all that much attention to be fair, so when his paw shot out and grasped at her chest, she jumped a little in surprise!

This guy was someone new - replacing an older worker, Matteo, who moved to a new city. Kristy hadn’t really gotten to know him yet, nor his quirks or interests. Not even his name! She’d known all about Matteo though, the precise way to suck him off, his favourite position in the cubicle, the amount of times he could cum in a row before getting tired, his favourite skirt length - but this new hire was still a mystery, and Kristy needed to learn his quirks as soon as possible. Delivering a good experience to a male is the most important thing a female can do!

Kristy didn’t move off as the new hires paw fondled at her chest, nor did she make a sound nor movement as his paw slid under her shirt to grasp at her bare titties. His paw was warm, and he groped her with quite a powerful grip - his fingers brushing against her nipples, delicately squeezing them which elicited a little huff of delight from Kristy. He smiled at her, before gently sliding his other arm and paw around her waist, pulling her into the cubicle - that wasn’t a problem, Kristy could start her actual “work” at any point. Her real duty to males in the world always came first, and she was always ready to meet expectations.

The new hire took a seat on his office chair, swivelling it around as his paws focused on his trousers, pulling them down - Kristy’s gaze wandered over his desk, which wasn’t all that furnished yet, and up the cubicle wall where she spied a name plaque: “Marty”. Well, that answers that!

Marty reclined in his chair as he presented his lap to her, and his drooling, pulsating, knotted cock. Instead of the usual red that most canines had, Marty was packing a glowing yellow cock instead - something that Kristy hadn’t actually yet seen. She’s seen a lot of cocks in her lifetime, as any good girl should, but this was still a first. She wondered for a moment if it would taste any different - before realising something important. Marty wasn’t commanding her to do any specific act, he was just there, waiting. His cock twitching in the open air, Kristy’s nose gently twitching as she smelled that warm, inviting aroma - but he hadn’t yet told her what to do. She realised, instead, what he wanted.

He wanted her to choose.

She could do anything - something simple and basic like a handjob, maybe a blowie or a titjob. Or she could straddle his lap and shove his cock deep into her love tunnel. She’d never actually serviced this male before, so this was a good opportunity to learn about him, but what should she open with?

She thought for a second or two before moving closer, gently hiking up her skirt a little before planting both of her legs either side of his lap. Sure, she could do something simpler and easier - a blowie was something she excelled at, although all girls really should. There was no reason for a girl in the world to have sub-par blowjob skills, considering the amount of warm nutbutter they’d need to slurp down by that point in their life. But immediately opening a new interaction with a male she’d likely see quite a few times more in the future, with something as open and submissive as straddling his lap and bouncing on his cock? That set a very good precedent - one that said “I’m yours, do as you please with me, please!” rather than a simple “I’m here to serve you.”

Of course, both statements were in fact true - but one was more powerful than the other, and would likely give off a better impression about her. Plus, what male wouldn’t want to cum deep inside a warm, fertile, sexy girl like her?

Kristy let out a very short gasp as she felt his cocktip press into her pussy - the head soon sliding into her as his paws slid over her hips, holding on with a grip that gently massaged her flesh. She smiled warmly at him, like a good girl should, before letting her weight fall onto his cock - her body sliding down, his warm shaft slipping deeply into its rightful home. Of course, a cocks place was meant to be inside of a girl - there’s no doubt about that. Kristy’s cunt squeezed a little around his invading rod, welcoming it into her depths and rewarding it for doing it’s natural duty. Kristy’s breath grew deeper as she began to bounce her hips up and down, Marty’s paws suddenly slapping against her plump rump and giving it a bountiful squeeze.

“That’s a good girl, bitch. You love it don’t you, you love the feeling of cock inside you - it’s what you were made for, what you’ll always ever be good at! I need to cum, so show me what you can do~” he growled, pressing his lips right against the entrance of her ears. Kristy’s body tingled a little as she listened, nodding with a little moan of agreement - words don’t work for sex, at least not for girls. Moans, groans, squeaks and squeals always sound better, of course - sound more submissive, sound more right. A woman's place isn’t to speak, it’s to bend over and squeal in delight.

Her ass was getting a hearty groping as she began to bounce her hips up and down harder on Marty’s lap - up, down, up, down. It was quite the workout, but one that she was very, very accustomed to. Pleasuring a male, making sure his balls were emptied, his cock satisfied, his lust rewarded - this was something that all women learnt to do, and learnt to do well. She held onto his body with her arms as she rode him, feeling his cock sliding around inside her depths, grinding into those spots that felt so overwhelmingly good - his knot smooching her pussy lips, reminding her of what to come.

The office chair they coupled in squeaked in a fast, heavy rhythm as she pleasured him, and herself - sex was always the greatest pleasure a woman could experience, the only one she should experience. The sound of their lovemaking, or her love-giving, mixed into the rest of the office - melting into the ambient sound, although of course still very much audible if you were nearby. No eyes turned to face them in judgement, nobody stopped and stared with a scowl - in fact, a few heads looked over the cubicle partitions to get a peek, before carrying on with work. A bitch being used wasn’t news, it wasn’t even an event of any significance at all - it was life, working as intended.

Kristy’s breath became a little shaky as she felt the pleasure inside of her mounting. She could tell Marty felt it too - not through his words or actions, not as his paws slapped her ass roughly, leaving behind a stinging paw-print. Instead, she could feel it inside of her - his cock throbbing a little harder, twitching a little quicker, pulsating a little more noticeably. When you take enough cock in your life, surrendering yourself to it wholly and entirely, you learn these things - it’s a natural sense. Her pussy tightened around him as she began to push herself down a little harder, his knot beginning to sink into her - slowly, delicately, but not entirely too hard. She’s used to knots, taking many, many of them in her time… and if she’s honest with herself, she knows how much she loves them. They always feel the best.

Marty’s paws held her hips a little now - squeezing her, keeping control of her, keeping her hips pressing down. He wanted it too, he was close enough to orgasm - all of that rich, fertile, powerful seed craving its new home inside of her. One of her paws disengaged from his body to reach down and cup his balls - those heavy, fluffy orbs that twitch in her grasp. If she focused, she swore she could feel his sperm wriggling around in there - of course technically wasn’t possible, but… still, the feeling was still there, whether it was from reality or her mind.

With a loud gasp, her hips fell all the way down as Marty’s knot slammed into her, quickly growing much larger now that it was right where it belonged. The way his glowing cock pulsed and twitched inside of her now, fully encased in her sensitive flesh, drew her orgasm out from its little hiding place and threw it front and center. Her nerves filled with pleasure as it shot down her legs, set her hips on fire, and wormed its way up her chest. She couldn’t stop herself from rubbing her breasts against Marty’s chest - using him to grind her nipples, which were rock hard and stiff. She squealed into his fur, cumming her little pathetic thoughts away as her cunt clamped down right on the root of his knot - begging, desperately pleading with him to cum.

Of course, what sort of man would he be if he denied it? To deny that feeling - that overwhelming need and desire to impregnate, inseminate, knock-up a little young slut that needed him and his cock. He thrust his hips upwards, causing a yelp of delight to escape her, as his balls broke down the wall that held his spunk at bay - a fat load of virile swimmers rushing through his cock before spurting out into the depths of her womb, painting her walls white as his liquid pups sought out her eggs. No doubt multitudes of them were wriggling their way into her fertile eggs, ensuring he’d become a father yet again. He had no idea off-hand how many pups he’d sired - sure he could check, but why bother? He was here to impregnate women, and women were here to grow his litters and ensure his genetic code would carry on. He didn’t care who did it, how many times, or for how long - he cared only for the act, for procreation, for the moment his sperm met a girl's ovaries.

Kristy shuddered into him, holding on tightly as she recovered. No matter how many orgasms she was given, via tongue, fingers, cocks or other means - they never, ever grew any less addicting or pleasurable. Every single one was memorable with the amount of sheer delight that rammed its way through her pathetic, spongy grey matter. There wasn’t anything else for her to think about besides sex, cock, cum. Girls shouldn’t spend their precious thoughts thinking of anything else anyway. She could feel the way his cock pulsed inside of her, releasing a continuous payload of creamy batter into her oven. It felt fantastic, and was a feeling she wouldn’t ever grow tired of.

A little knock on the cubicle partition drew her attention, although she didn’t have the strength to turn towards it. Thankfully, it wasn’t important for her anyway, as she heard a voice call in - “Marty! You want anything from KnockUps? I’m heading over with Garry, thought you might need a drink refill.”

Marty gave them a thumbs up and a nod, and the visitor left - his pawsteps growing quieter on the carpet of the office. Kristy’s breath soon replaced the sound, as her heart rate slowed down from her orgasm. She could still feel the loving warmth inside of her though - both the warmth from their love making, and the warmth of his cock… and cum. So, so very much of his cum. She could feel it in her womb, almost pulsating with pleasure. Of course, it wasn’t actually, but that’s how it felt - plus, if she thought about it hard enough, she might be able to feel the twinge in her ovaries as his sperm bullied her eggs…

“Hey, Kristy? You’re needed in the boss’s office, and he seemed… uh… well, let's just say I hope you’ll still have a job with us!” came the sing-song voice of another colleague, poking her head into the cubicle - this time, aimed right at Kristy. She could easily distinguish who it was with that stupid, condescending tone of hers - Kacie. Ugh, fucking her of all people had to tell her that? Kristy raised her muzzle to peer at Kacie’s smug, all too proud of herself face. She could see how happy she was in her eyes - she was hoping that Kristy would be reassigned, or even better - fired! But what on earth for? She hadn’t done anything wrong recently - and she’d even had that reassuring conversation with him a little bit ago. Was Kacie just pulling her tits with this?

“Uh… what makes you say that?” she asked back, as her body filled with a little bit of dread - actually, no, a whole bucket load of dread. She began to rise to her feet, before getting caught on Marty’s knot - falling back onto his lap with a gasp, which elicited a giggle from both him and Kacie. His powerful paws gave her rump a hearty slap, before gripping her hips and pulling her upwards - fuck, fuck that felt really good as his knot slowly stretched out her pussy-

Pop!

Out it came, and a warm stream of semen followed, drooling down her thighs and coating her fur. Oh god, if she had to get fired like this…

“Well, although he didn’t exactly say that he was about to throw you out… he did mention something similar to a role change… so… I think this’ll be the last that we’ll see you, Kristy~” came that stupid, smug tone again - accompanied by that awfully amused grin. Marty gave Kristy a little pat on the ass, but kept silent - instead, whipping out his phone to give her his grade. Hopefully, it’ll be a good one.

Kristy straightened up as cum drooled down her legs, trying to regain her composure, re-adjusting her micro skirt back to it’s usual position. She didn’t give off any scared expression, not wanting to play into Kacie’s shitty behaviour. She’d always been like that, always viewed herself as “better” than everyone else. Most of the girls in the office viewed her as a disgusting, cum addicted power-whore who only focused on cock that mattered for her status. Sure, everyone had those thoughts of moving up in the world, or at least trying to - but to flaunt it so openly, especially in front of other girls, was a quick way to tank your reputation. 

Kacie didn’t seem to care though - and unfortunately it seemed like her attitude got her results. It was an open secret that she’d only made it into the office by trading herself for the spot with the hiring manager - and, although the office girls didn’t know the specifics, it was likely that said trade was still valid, since it apparently constituted Kacie being a live-in breeding slave. Although that was only rumour, officially.

Anyway - Kristy gently swished her hair backwards, before leaning over to give Marty a kiss on his cheek - prompting his still oozing cock to happily jump up again. His paws went up to fondle her chest before Kristy stared at Kacie - hoping to look threatening. “Well? Are you supposed to be escorting me or something?” she spat out with some obvious disdain. Kacie looked sarcastically hurt, before straightening herself up and pointing with a thumb outside of the cubicle.

“Oh sure, if you feel the need to have a… friendly face with you! Come on then, leave poor Marty alone - I’m sure he’ll find a better pair of tits in a moment, isn’t that right Marty?” she called out, causing Kristy to feel a flush of anger rush through her. This bitch! How the hell can anybody stand her?! Well, she knows the other girls certainly dislike her - but she’s still a good fuck for the guys… but, Marty actually looked up at her, his paws still squeezing Kristy’s chest: “Actually, Kristy’s tits are fantastic. They’re better than yours at least, Kacie. I could squeeze and suckle these puppies all day if I could…” he trailed off, leaving Kacie to be utterly shell shocked at such a statement. She couldn’t retort to Marty however - she could only accept it. You never, ever talked back to a male if you were a girl - that was a pretty heinous crime that never went unpunished. If you dared to insult one too… ugh, the thought made her shudder.

Kristy looked away from Kacie’s pathetic muzzle, and focused on Marty’s warm and kind eyes - before leaning down to smooch his forehead, her paw reaching out to give his knot a little extra squeeze. “Thank you so very much sweetheart, you’re such a lovely boy. I’ll come see you again when I’m done, okay?” she promised him, before having to let go - and his paws released her tits, too.

Kristy stalked over  to Kacie and brushed past her without giving her a look, before her ears twitched as she heard her rush to catch up behind her. Kacie tried to overtake her, moving around the side of her body, but Kristy made sure to walk in a slight  diagonal, continually blocking her advances - causing her to be stuck behind, staring at her fat ass, as they made their way to the boss’s office.

Kacie quickly reached out and quickly rapped on the door with her paw, giving a stupid little smug look to Kristy, before they both heard a loud call to enter. Kristy grasped the  door, took a little breath, and walked in with Kacie in tow. Their boss looked up from his computer at the pair of them, flashing that stereotypical hyena grin - giving a little gesture to Kristy to come closer, but holding up his paw to Kacie.

“Thank you very much for getting her, Kacie. You can leave now, unless you need anything?” he asked, staring her down with those powerful eyes of his. Kristy walked closer to him and his arm reached out to loop around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Kacie stared at them with abject disapproval in her eyes, but didn’t say anything about it.

“U-uhm, no sir, will you need me to wait outside so I  can escort Kristy out of the building when you’re done?” she asked, her voice adopting a little more of a softer tone which only served to piss Kristy off, and Kacie knew it. The boss looked at her for a moment, tilting his head ever so slightly - his ears twitching as he appraised her.

“Why would Kristy need to be escorted out, Kacie? Are you insinuating something here?” he asked her with a hard tone - his eyes almost seeming to glow as he stared her down. Kacie’s entire persona seemed to shatter there, suddenly becoming much more meek and pathetic under her superior’s gaze. She’d fucked up, much to Kristy’s enjoyment - who simply stood there, smiling a little, her tail flicking in amusement as she watched.

“U-uhm, I, u-uh, well, n-no sir, I’m n-not.. No i-insinuation, I p-promise…” she stammered out, slightly bending over as she let her breasts become a little more visible - trying to appear submissive and weak, as a girl should be. She’d overextended her confidence, and it was coming back to bite her now. The boss rose from his chair and beckoned her with a paw, pointing at his desk.

“Bend over it. Now.” he commanded with a simple, yet icy cold voice. Even Kristy was a little bit worried now, he did not sound happy at all. Kacie obediently shuffled over, lifting the back of her skirt up as she did so, before placing both paws on the desk and bending over, exposing her rear and pussy. The boss gently laid one of his paws on her ass, giving it a gentle little squeeze as he leaned over to her ears…

“Don’t you dare try and meddle with our staff structure, bitch. You wouldn’t ever be as quarter as good as Kristy - she is better than you, and always will be. Do I make myself clear?” he demanded, his grip becoming tight as Kacie nodded quickly - before his paw came crashing down on her ass with a loud slap, causing her to squeal out loudly. He didn’t stop with just one, his paw kept coming  down, again and again, her ass wobbling with every loud, hard spank - a bright red paw print becoming extremely visible on her ass. Kristy couldn’t help but wince with every strike as Kacie squealed and moaned, her whole body shaking - did she just…

“Oh good, you’ve learnt to cum from punishment - you fucking whore. This is a respectable business, and yet the disgusting, filthy sluts like you always seem to worm their way in. You deserve to be out on the street, legs spread in a breeding stand - not here with the higher class men. Why shouldn’t I throw you out to the cum caves, maybe even rent you to the breeding farms? You stupid fucking bitch, you’re utterly worthless here! I bet you’ll cum again if I-” he cut himself off and swatted her ass again, seemingly even harder - and Kacie screamed in delight as her pussy juice squirted onto the floor. The boss gripped her hips suddenly and threw her down onto the floor, making sure not to hurt her however/

“Clean that up you fucking skank. Bitches like you disgust me, always thinking of yourself and not men. You should take a leaf from Kristy’s book, she’s always got our interests at heart over her own. She’s a good little girl, whilst you’re a nasty, good for nothing cum whore. Now LICK!” he ordered, and Kacie quickly got to work licking up her own arousal off of the floor, her ass bright red and stinging.

The boss took a moment to take a breath, straightening his suit a little before he made his way over to Kristy, gently taking her paw in his own, larger grasp. His eyes weren’t full of anger or fury, instead he seemed so very gentle and caring as he looked at her.

“I’m very sorry if Kacie gave you any trouble, sweetheart. I wanted to call you in today because I’ve reviewed all the potential candidates for my personal secretary, and… well, I think you’d be the best fit.” he told her with a warm, soothing voice. He turned his head to the left and suddenly barked out at Kacie: “Isn’t that RIGHT you fucking SKANK!” before turning back to Kristy.

“I know I told you earlier to come in after lunch, but… well, let's just say I was motivated this morning to get the job done. You’ll now be my personal aide in all matters, spending your work day here with me - and you’ll be accompanying me home now, too. I understand from your file that you share a rented complex, and I’d like to inform you that your rent will be fully covered, separately from your pay. My treat!” he warmly said to her, his big paws delicately sliding around her hips and pulling her a little closer to him. Kristy’s eyes felt a little wet as she looked into his warm, glowing orbs - a fact he was not one to miss.

“Oh you sweet little girl. I can tell this means a lot to you - more so than it would for others who only want to get ahead.” His tone turned a little harder there, his voice carrying a bit further to its intended recipient. “Ever since you started here, I’ve kept an eye on you - you’ve always been most pleasing. I’ll take very good care of you, Kristy - as long as you continue to be your obedient self, of course. This isn’t an opportunity for you to slack off.” he informed her, and Kristy quickly shook her head before she pressed her muzzle against his.

Her boss’s eyes actually widened very slightly at that - for once, he was taken by surprise. That was quite a rare feat, although this was quite the adorable surprise. He gently held her head in a paw and pressed his muzzle back into hers, harder, his tongue sliding into her maw and quickly dominating her own - the pair made out for a few seconds longer before he pulled back.

“How very sweet of you. Now, I’m sure you’re eager to start your duties as my personal… secretary. I know I am.” He gently grasped her paw and brought it to his crotch, letting her feel the powerful and extremely active erection that was straining his pants - Kristy automatically gave it a little squeeze, her fingertips running up and down his shaft, unable to really let go even after he stopped holding her paw…

“But. Firstly, I want you to do something different for me. I want you to think of a punishment for the little bitch over there. You can be as creative as you want, although if it’s a little too extreme I will have to reign it in slightly. However - I am most curious as to what you’ll think of.”

Kristy was stunned - that level of freedom just… wasn’t what girls were allowed, at least from her experience. Punishment was strictly a male only task - this opportunity would likely never, ever be seen again. Her head was whirring with ideas as both of her paws idly fondled and stroked her boss’s large, twitching bulge. She looked over at Kacie, remembering all the shit she’d had to take from that little bitch - and met her eyes, full of worry and shame. It’s your turn to suffer now, whore.

She looked up at her boss, whose eyes were simply full of curiosity, as she grasped the tendrils of ideas, and merged them together…

“For one month, can she be forced to wear only a collar and chain and walk on all fours, treated like the office pet - only allowed to speak in barks and meows. She must only be allowed to orgasm by spanking, whipping, and other humiliating treatment - no love making for her. Also, she’s not allowed to clean off any cum on her body during work hours - and make sure the guys are motivated to plaster her body in cum.”

Her boss’s lips curled into a smile, before he let out a little laugh - and gave her ass a big, loving squeeze. “My my Kristy, you are imaginative! I don’t see anything that needs tuning however - it all sounds fine to me. You hear that, bitch? You’ll be having a fun month…” he tilted his head, before suddenly adding - “And, you know what? If you break any of the rules, you’ll have an extra three months added to your punishment. Does that sound fun, Kristy?” he asked her, and she quickly nodded her approval! That sounded absolutely fantastic to her!

“Alright. Now get the fuck out of here, cumwhore. I don’t want to have to look at your pathetic excuse for a body for another second. OUT!” he shouted, and Kacie quickly tried to get to her paws, stumbling a little as she made her way out of his office, trying to fight back tears and failing quite obviously. Kristy noticed through a gap in the office curtains that she was immediately grabbed by a pair of arms and dragged into a  cubicle - which brought a smile to her face.

“Now, Kristy.” came the gentle voice of her boss once more. His grip on her relaxed a little as he pulled her in front of him, slowly beginning to lead her over to his desk. His grip was firm, yet loving in his own way. Kristy felt his warm breath on her neck as his lips pressed against her, his fangs digging very slightly into her shoulder - causing her to shudder in delight.

“Why don’t you bend over the desk for me too?” he told her - and Kristy obeyed like a good girl should. No hesitation, no worry - she planted her paws on the desk, and bent over whilst adding a little sway to her hips. Her tiny little skirt did nothing to protect her crotch from his gaze, as she heard his belt unbuckling. His warm, pulsating cock landed with a loud slap onto her ass as it came free at last, and Kristy shivered in delight and anticipation as she felt the head of his cock press into her pussy.

“There’s no noise rules for my office, either. Be as loud as you’d like, pet.”

The rest of the office was treated to the loud, ecstatic sound of love making from the boss’s office, permeating throughout all of the cubicles and offices. A lot of Kristy’s colleagues had never heard her make so much noise before! Marty sipped his drink and listened, resigning himself to the knowledge that Kristy would not, in fact, be visiting him later. But, instead he decided to go find that little smug whore who’d been making fun of her - Kacie, was it? He still didn’t know everybody's name yet, and her name was frankly irrelevant - in his mind, she was just a smug bitch who needed her place to be taught yet again.