Shut her up with your thick, throbbing gurlcock!

You can't listen to her smug, shrill voice yip orders at you one second longer. It has been bad enough being bullied and buggered by your former employees, but you cannot abide being bossed around by your baby bimboi in front of them too. You saunter over to her and instead of presenting your ass as requested, you make a show of sloooooowly unzipping your shorts and pulling out your thick mommy meat. Samantha's eyes grow wide, and despite her frustration, she can't help but lick her lips at the sight of your pretty pricklette oozing precum.

"Wait! I'm the WHIMPER boss! You have to OOH do what I MMMMPH!" You shut Samantha up by shoving your sissy shaft down her yapping mouth, making sure to pound the spurt button in the back of her throat in time with the brick layer thrusting balls deep in her cunt. She is rocked helplessly between your shafts, spurting and spasming and sucking instinctively with both holes. You feel a rush of power and a surge of strength that you haven't felt since you were infected by the bimbug.

"What was that, bitch? I couldn't hear you with my cock down your throat. Did you say, fuck my stupid slutty face harder? You're the meat in this slut sandwich and I'm going to baste you in my special sauce, you stupiMMPH SSHLP KISS" The beefy builder must have been as tired of hearing your voice as you were with Samantha's because he yanks your head hard to pull your mouth into his. He shoves your words back down your throat with his thick tongue and they are replaced by muffled moans and wet whimpers. Your mouth instinctively yields to him, sucking on his tongue like a lollipop and your body goes limp.

Samantha wastes no time seizing on your moment of weakness. She snakes her arm between your legs and slides her dainty fingers across your pretty perineum and up between your thick cheeks to penetrate your tight cunt. Your knees buckle and your clit shudders and spurts as she adds more fingers until her entire fist is lodged in your hungry hole and her throat is squeezing down tight on your constantly spurting sissy shaft.

You moan mindlessly, the swirl of sensations scooping up your sliver of sanity and sweeping you away. Your clit and throat and cunt keep sissygasming harder and harder until you can't tell your clit pumping pints of pleasure down Samantha's mouth from the stud's tongue fucking your throatcunt from your asscunt clamping down impossibly tight around your daughter's feminine fist as she pounds you silly from the inside out. Your tongue lolls out and your eyes roll back into your head as you sink deeper and deeper down the spiral. You cease to be a human being and are reduced to a series of multiple sissygasms all crashing and exploding euphorically in a limp fuckdoll frame.

"Christ on a cracker! We can't even trust you sissies to fuck right! You are supposed to make them cum within a five to seven minute window so they can get back to work. Instead, you two seem more focused on playing with each other!" You can barely hear Joe as he scolds you, but then Jack and John yank you and away from Samantha and pull the brick layer away from her just as he is cumming inside her. You are both stunned and sticky as they drag you to the middle of the site, where you see to medieval looking stocks set up. Still lost in a fuck fugue, you can't find the words to object, and before you know it, you and and your daughter are locked in place.

"See, guys, this is the way I suggested it from the beginning. It's efficient, easy access, and we don't have to worry about the stupid sissies falling into a hole or something. We can even set the shockers to seven minute intervals so no one takes to long to cum." You piece together enough of Joe's words to realize your workplace is about to get a lot more hostile...