The Three J's fuck you until you agree to sign over your company to them.

The Three J's step away from you for a minute to form a huddle and discuss something in hushed, urgent tones. You can't help but pout and moan as every second that passes makes you feel more achingly empty and humiliatingly horny. Even with every man working under you watching, you can't help but squeeze your oversized breasts and finger your sissy cunt as you wait whimpering and woeful for the three men you despise the most to decide to finally fuck you.

You can't imagine what they have to discuss. Sure their are three of them and you only have two holes, but one could always fuck your tits or they could stretch your ass out to fit two fucksticks at once. They never did have your head for figures, but you hope they can solve this equation soon. Every tortuous second that passes makes you that much more **** for dick, and you worry you won't be able to stop yourself from begging for much longer. It's a particularly punishing paradox. If you could just get fucked by a hard cock or thirty, you could go bimbo blank and stop struggling with the suffocating sense of shame that weighs on you like a ton of bricks, but the catch is you have to endure even greater embarrassment and emasculation to earn your empty headed euphoria.

The three J's break up their private palaver and surround you with sadistic smirks and swollen shafts. You have a terrible feeling that between the three of them, they have the smarts of one average idiot, which puts you at a distinct disadvantage in your current condition. If only they would do what stupid studs are supposed to do and fuck you into a cum coma, then when you come to, you could think clearly again and figure out a way to put them in their place. As it stands, your sole strategy is to wiggle your ample ass at them and basely beg, "Please fuck me! I NEED it!"

Smart little Joey smiles smugly, "You know, 'Mister' Jenkins, that's what we call in the business world a weak point of leverage. You have already expressed an **** level of demand for what we have a surplus of supply in, vis a vis our fat cocks. We all know you will offer us your holes for free, but what are you willing to pay for our pricks? Hey, Jack of all trades, wht don't you give her a taste of what she is missing out on?"

Before you can offer a rebuttal, the fearsome foreman lifts you effortlessly in the air and plunges your pussy down around his cock with expert precision and incredible ****. Your eyes roll back in your head and your tongue lolls dumbly out the side of your mouth as he uses his powerful pythons to pull you on and off his gargantuan girth over and over again. You quickly begin spurting and sissygasming on his steel rod and you feel so close to your blissful brainless blackout that you can practically taste it.

"That's enough. Let's let Jane think long and hard about what she would be willing to give up for another round with Jack." You scramble back towards Jack, but he kicks you away. The blow barely registers compared to the agony in your achingly empty ass and the turmoil in your tormented psyche. There is still a sliver of sanity stuck in your melting mind, and it is screaming for you to run away before you sign your life away for a fast fuck. Unfortunately, it is getting harder and harder to hear over your needy mewls and moans.

"Johnny be good, why don't you show her why you are always knee deep in cooze despite being an atavistic asshole with anger issues?" Joe seems to be the brains of the operation, and John is surprisingly willing to go along with his orders. Either he hates you that much more than he hates following the shrimpy stud's orders, or he is waiting for his payday and his chance to pound your ass just like he always threatened to when he thought you couldn't hear him. You always thought you two would end up coming to blows, but you never imagined the pummeling you would take would be so violent and vicious, or so welcome.

"That's right, bitch! Take my cock like a good little fuckhole!" John roars righteously as he fucks you so hard and hurty that you slam face first into the dirt. Your piggish grunts muffled by a mouthful of gravel as the pain and pleasure tearing you apart from the inside out become one and the same. But the real agony comes when he finally stops and leaves you crying and cooing for more like a brainless bitch baby. The last sliver of your sanity, your manhood, your sense of self has become lost in the whirlpool of desire and debauchery, and you are willing to do anything to keep getting fucked.

"Please! Fuck me moooooore! I'll do anything! I'll sign away my company! Give you my son! Be your construction site sissy ****! Just please keep fucking meeeee!" You beg on your knees, hands bent like the bitch you've become. Joe comes over with something on his tablet that looks very long and very legally binding. In front of dozens of witnesses, you sign your company over to the new partners of Jack, John, and Joe, and consider it a good bargain when they set the tablet aside and Joe fills your ass with his disproportionately giant cock.

Jake and John join in soon after, filling taking turn filling your throat with cock and cum before rotating to breed your sissy pussy. You are in awe of their strength and their stamina. You have struggled for far too long trying to prove you were the top dog, only to end up a feast for the wolves. You still despise these base, bestial brutes, but for some sick, twisted reason, it only makes it that much hotter to have them use your hungry holes as their communal cum dump.

John and Joe finally get frustrated waiting for a turn at your throat, and instead join Jack in lifting you in the air and spreading your pussy around all three of their massive members. The pain is indescribable and the pleasure immeasurable, and you are obliterated in a euphoric carpet bombing of savage sissygasms reducing you to nothing more than an overstuffed cunt and the useless sack of flesh spasming and spurting and slobbering around it.

You are dimly, distantly aware that the rest of your crew is beginning to close in. You feel every prick pounding down your throat and sliding between your breasts. You experience the stinging slaps and sticky spurts of angry, arrogant cocks filling any crevice they can find and covering you in cum. Your mind is somewhere else, far too bliss blank to be ashamed of having your armpit fucked or worry about if your jaw will ever return to normal after fitting three cocks in your mouth. All that is left of you is your blissful bimboi body, and it couldn't be happier to be lunch break bitch for a site full of stopped up studs.

When the whistle finally blows for the day, the stud pile surrounding you blows one last time too. Then one by one they make their way to their rides and leave you naked, covered head to toe in their caked cum. You find your clothes drenched in cum and caked with dirt and put them on anyway, because they are still cleaner than you are. You eventually make your way back to your car and drive home on empty headed autopilot.

Samantha is out God knows where doing God knows what, but you doubt it could be anything as depraved as how you spent your day at work. You move zombie-like up to your shower and let the steamy spray wash you clean, though you still feel filthy after an hour.

You finally crawl into bed, a tiny voice sobbing inside you that you have thrown your life away and you can never get it back. Your body, however, is telling you everything will be okay in the morning. You eventually are soothed by the siren song of your sissy flesh and fall into a deep sleep filled with wet dreams that seem almost tame compared to your unreal reality.