The biggest problem Cover faced when onboarding futanari to their talent pool was managing their insatiable libido. Some of the girls could quickly rub one out and refocus on their work, but the majority could easily lose five or six hours to an overindulgent masturbation session. Staff wouldn’t know one way or the other until deadlines started dropping by the wayside. In these instances, other members would be recruited as escorts and offer their bodies for the sake of quickly draining their balls and restoring productivity.

July 8th of last year was one of those instances. A date the company would often refer back to as a cautionary example of how delicate this process could be.

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The intern that had been in charge of dispatching two escorts that fateful morning nervously scanned through the documents on her desk. Her eyes darted back and forth, then went wide as the enormity of her mistake solidified.

“Everything okay?” her supervisor called from the doorway.

The intern yelped and slowly met his gaze. Lying wouldn’t get her far. “Actually, sir, I made an error when organizing the Relief Services earlier.”

“Oh?” The supervisor stepped inside and shut the door. “The 8:00 AM slot?”

“Yes, sir.” She passed over the morning's briefings. Her hands were shaking.

The supervisor took a sip of coffee while skimming over the opening paragraphs. The clients were Mumei and Kronii– he remembered that much at least.

Mumei was nothing special; she had an average sized cock that could easily conceal itself under her skirt or any article of clothing that wasn’t skintight. Any girl from any branch would have no trouble taking her on.

Kronii, however, was packing some serious meat. Cover needed a separate R&D team and proprietary technology just to conceal her fat hog during the 3D steams. The warden left a parade of bruised throats and gaping assholes in her wake, and that fearsome reputation scared off most potential suitors.

He continued down to the escort section, waiting for the intern’s blunder to reveal itself. The escorts chosen were Ollie and IRyS. No red flags there either. Ollie had a wildly skewed idea of what “big” was and thus was the perfect fit for Mumei’s humble cock. IRyS was a total size queen and politely scoffed at anything she couldn’t measure with her forearm. The selection of partners seemed like a perfect fit.

Sternly, the supervisor lowered his thick-rimmed glasses and addressed the intern who was still shivering in her chair. “I’m very busy this morning. Just tell me: what’s the problem here?”

The intern pointed to the section at the very bottom that contained the personal information for each client in bold print.

For a few seconds, the office was quiet.

Then, with a weary sigh, the supervisor leaned back in his chair and removed his glasses. He rubbed thoughtfully at the bridge of his nose. All involved parties had their cell phones shut off during deployment to snub out distractions, and they were much too far out to catch up with in person. There was no way to prevent this.

“Shit.”

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IRyS pressed the doorbell of her destination with a bounce in her step. She’d been looking forward to emptying Kronii’s balls for weeks and she didn’t plan to stop until the warden was prying her off that delicious, womb-wrecking pillar of meat with a crowbar.

Half a minute passed. No one answered the door, nor was there a call from inside acknowledging her presence. IRyS’ building exuberance skipped past the attempt of a second ring or knock upon the door, and she instead gleefully let herself in.

The hallway was empty and silence pervaded the apartment. IRyS kicked off her shoes and hummed the bridge of “Here Comes Hope” while she made her way further inside. She came to a closed door leaking soft moans from within.

Masturbating even though a cute Nephilim is on your doorstep? I’m insulted~ IRyS thought to herself and barged in with the same courtesy she gave the first door.

Mumei screeched and flung her mouse off her desk in sheer blind panic. On the three screens surrounding her person were dozens of explicit images of the EN girls in various states of undress. Some featured Fauna’s heavy breasts hanging within cow-print bikinis, others had Mori’s thick ass in a nightgown bent over a bedside table in a lurid selection of poses. A wallpaper-sized piece with some truly masterful rendering showed Bae’s pussy spread wide on the center screen.

“W-w-what are you doing here?!” Mumei demanded as she awkwardly tried to turn her screens away. It was slow work with only one hand.

Puzzled, IRyS cocked her head then fished out the official order form from her pocket. “This is [ADDRESS REDACTED], right?”

“Yes. It is. And why are you here?” Mumei repeated with great exasperation.

Again, IRyS studied the form. This was the place, no doubt about it. It looks like Cover left Kronii to someone else. Well, no need to dwell on it, IRyS thought. There would be a next time, after all, and perhaps Mumei could surprise her!

“I wasn’t expecting this either, but you’re my assignment for today. Lucky you!” IRyS swayed her hips on the way to Mumei, who was still cowering behind the back of her chair. IRyS dropped gracefully into a slut-squat, knees spread wide. The bottoms of her voluptuous butt cheeks peeked out from beneath her famously short dress.

IRyS started swiveling Mumei’s chair around. “Now c’mon, let’s see what we’re working with.”

“Wait, wait! Hold on!” Mumei’s mind was racing. She must have mixed up the time zones again– this visit was way too early! And why wasn’t Ollie here instead?

Helplessly, Mumei allowed her crotch to come into view.

A confused grumble ran through IRyS’ throat followed by a single, stinging question. “...Huh?”

Given that she interrupted what was obviously a jerk off session, Mumei’s cock should still be wrapped up in her right hand, glistening under a thin layer of lotion and pre cum. The problem was that it was difficult for IRyS to tell where Mumei’s fingers ended and her cock began. There was one digit that looked somewhat thicker than the others…maybe that was it?

IRyS sat on her heels and waved her hand impatiently. “Okay, enough being shy. You can show me the full thing now.”

Mumei jerked her head downward and fidgeted in her seat. A pink blush began to creep across her cheeks. In a harsh whisper she muttered, “This is the full thing…”

“What?” IRyS leaned forward and cupped a hand to her ear. “Did you say something?”

“I said this is the whole thing!” Mumei yelled. “It’s f-fully erect already!”

For a moment, IRyS said nothing. She looked at the pathetic member still gripped tight in Mumei’s hands, then back to its owner's face.

A small smile pulled at the corners of IRyS’ lips and she burst into a hearty peal of laughter. “Oh my gosh, are you serious? Wait, really? But it’s so small, how are you supposed to do anything with that?”

Mumei’s ears burned red and she felt tears forming in her eyes. “Shut up! It…it gets the job done!”

IRyS couldn’t help herself and lost it again, almost falling backwards off her feet. Her laughter jiggled her generous chest. Eventually IRyS managed to wrangle herself down to a subdued giggle and wiped a tear from her eye. “Oh man, my stomach hurts from laughing! Whew! Sorry, but it’s so underwhelming, you know? You’re sure there’s no way I can make it bigger?”

Both of Mumei’s hands came down to cover her shame. Not that she needed both hands for the job. “No, that’s as big as it gets. So if that’s not good enough, you can take-”

But IRyS was already pulling Mumei’s hands away and replacing them with her own. She gripped the dicklet in her hand tenderly, like handling a fragile bird, and gingerly stroked it up and down. She didn’t feel the need to use more than two fingers.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” IRyS cooed. “I just didn’t know what to do with this.” She suppressed another fit of laughter. “I mean, usually I’d at least use my mouth but I think I’d end up swallowing the whole thing!”

Mumei tried her best to ignore the jabs at her self-esteem and turned her head to the side. The erotic images she was browsing earlier were still on screen, and Mumei tried to focus on her genmates' enticing digital curves instead of the brash bimbo working between her thighs.

But Mumei couldn’t stop her eyes from wandering back to IRyS’ incredible tits for long. Her view from above let her see straight down IRyS’ super low cut top and deep into that soft, sweaty cleavage. Ever since the 2.0 debut, Mumei had been keen to jot down timestamps when IRyS made a particularly aggressive movement that sent them bouncing around. What was supposed to be a quick peek turned into a full on, lecherous stare, and IRyS wasn’t going to let her off the hook.

“Oh, you’re focusing on the tofu, too? I guess I can’t blame you,” IRyS said, stroking Mumei’s cock a little bit harder. With her free hand, she tugged the strap on her right shoulder and bounced her breast. “They are kinda begging for attention. I bet you’d love to thrust your little guy in between them, huh?”

Mumei swallowed her shame and nodded fiercely. The heavenly feeling of fucking IRyS’ titpussy would surely be worth the teasing!

IRyS clicked her tongue and spat on Mumei’s dick to add some extra lube. Her grip tightened. “Too bad~! You must be twelve inches or taller for this ride. I honestly don’t even think I’d feel you in there. Like, my fingers already feel like overkill.”

The insults struck Mumei’s heart like paring knives, yet her body never stopped responding to IRyS’ touch. Even though it was just a handjob, IRyS worked that pitiful shaft with a professional’s finesse. Plus, Mumei was gifted the best whack off material she’d ever used: a full tour of the Nepehlim’s gorgeous face, glossy fuckable lips, and bountiful, milky cleavage that was almost spilling over her top.

Mumei could feel an orgasm hurrying through her body in spite of the verbal assault.

As an experienced escort, IRyS too could sense what was coming. “Ehh? Not only are you packing so little but you’re a quickshot, too? I…don’t even know what to say to that.” She started twisting her hand and rubbing her palm on Mumei’s sloppy cockhead. “Well, at least you’ve freed up my afternoon.”

“C-can I cum on your chest?” Mumei asked, eyes half closed and panting heavily. Her hands were clutching desperately at her skirt trying to slow down the inevitable climax.

IRyS rolled her eyes. “Might as well. I was hoping your load would at least make a good morning snack but…” She giggled and shook her head. “Sorry, am I being too mean again? Good ahead, then!” IRyS gripped harder and pumped Mumei’s cock for all it was worth, pre-cum squirting through her fingers. “Cum! Cum! Cum!”

“Ahhhn!” Mumei’s body tensed up and pumped out three quick spurts across IRyS’ tits. The first landed on top of her left breast, while the other two hit dead center of her cleavage. Mumei collapsed back in her chair and looked down with cautious smugness to see the damage.

IRyS was frowning, looking almost angry. Was that it? She bounced on her heels and jiggled her heaving tits. In mere seconds, the warm, pitiful load was completely swallowed up by her cavernous cleavage and settled somewhere deep between her breasts. Only a slight sheen remained where it had initially splattered on her skin.

“W-well. How about that? I b-bet you feel all sticky and gross now, huh?” Mumei was hoping for some kind of reaction, if not praise.

IRyS glared back at her and pouted. She had changed her mind. She didn’t get dressed up and spend forty minutes crammed into a commuter cabin to coax out one measly climax.

Without saying a word, IRyS grabbed Mumei’s knees, forced them apart, and brought her face within inches of Mumei’s recently jacked off package. Her nose was close enough to huff the scent of fresh ejaculate dripping off the head.

“Um, IRyS?” Mumei said, suddenly very concerned. “I’m g-good now, thanks.”

IRyS licked her lips. “After only round? I don’t think so. I’m sure there's something this dick is good for. We’re going until you make this worth the train fare.”

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea. I have to wait at least a few hours before my-” Mumei’s plea hit a higher pitch as IRyS wrapped her luscious magenta lips around her cock, drowning her fun-size genitals in a warm gooey saliva bath. IRyS had plenty of space to dive her tongue out from under the shaft and start lapping away at Mumei’s sack.

Looking up at her lucky victim of circumstance with lustful bedroom eyes, IRyS continued running her slender half-demon tongue around and under Muemi’s balls while she worked. She made sure to give them an extra squeeze when she felt like her partner was getting too comfortable. Muemi was well beyond resistance at this point. Her fingernails dug into her armests as electric whips of pleasure ran through her sore dick. Her body couldn’t handle the assault and she found herself gaping wordlessy at the ceiling as IRyS coaxed, no, forced another load from deep inside her humble testicles.

“Mmph? Shee? Yah shtill got shome!” IRyS slurred without a mouthful of dick and balls. Her skillful slobbering tongue picked up on some slight contractions as Muemi’s sack pulled upward and readied itself for another shot, hopeless though it was to produce anything even close to satisfactory for the succubus below.

Mumei grunted through clenched teeth and squirmed in her chair. She could feel it coming just like last time, only now there was a dull ache spreading through her groin alongside the intense pleasure of orgasming. She wanted to shove IRyS and her voracious dicksuckng lips to the ground but her arms remained glued to her chair.

“Cumming!” Mumei thrust her hips off her chair and unloaded in IRyS’ mouth. IRyS counted four shots this time (impressive!) and welcomed the warm saltiness basting her tongue. She was used to her partner’s loads hitting the back of her throat, but at least this gave her a better opportunity to savor the taste.

Keeping her lips tightly pursed, IRyS slid Mumei’s deflated, dribbling cock out of her mouth and worked on the pile of semen left inside her mouth. She turned it over with her tongue, swirled it around, then swallowed in a single gulp.

“Ahh~” IRyS exhaled and presented her open mouth, tongue hanging out, with no trace of Mumei’s ball batter left behind. It had vanished just as completely as when Mumei spurted on her tits (though the unambiguous stink of cum now wafted heavily from her mouth).

“See? I told you there was more left in there,” IRyS said with a bratty wink.

Mumei was caked in sweat and nearly passed out in her chair. Her legs were entirely immobilized. Her eyelids fluttered serenely while she drew shallow breaths. Everything between her thighs was sore and aching. If she closed her eyes, she had no doubt she’d sleep until midnight.

IRyS grabbed her ballsack and Mumei gave a quick yelp. “Um, hello?” IRyS growled.

“Yes. Sorry. Thank you. That was r-really good.” For Mumei, words were hard to come by.

IRyS got to her feet and tugged down on her dress to straighten it out. She stood there for an uncomfortable amount of time, simply watching Mumei catch her breath.

“What’s that? You’re still not satisfied?” IRyS said to an imaginary audience. Her face was full of mock surprise. “Ehh~? You want to go for another round?”

Mumei jolted awake and rolled her chair back until it slammed into her desk. The three monitors wobbled. “What? No! No, IRyS, I can’t! There’s no way, please!”

Still wearing the same “shocked” expression, IRyS walked forward, her predatory eyes locked on to Mumei’s poor flaccid cock. Her fat Nephilim breasts bounced on every step. “Hmm, well if you really want it. I mean, if you’re going to beg for it…” She pulled Mumei’s spent, sweaty body off her chair and tossed the owl unceremoniously to the ground.

Multiple orgasms had completely pulled the strength from Mumei’s body. She could barely lift her head, let alone flee her bedroom. And despite the fear and adrenaline coloring the scene, blood was steadily pumping her dick back to full mast.

IRyS loomed over Mumei’s bare crotch. Smiling, she let a thick trail of saliva drip down her tongue and smother Mumei’s cock. Her breath was hot and heavy.

“Sha Nai Naa~!”