generator note- this storey includes non-consensual, rough, and coerced sex. As well as straight and bi-sexual sex.

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Wendy moaned as her married man slowly licked around her slit. She grabbed the sheets in her disco biscuit. An orgasm rising excruciatingly slowly in her.

Ian was great at cunnilingus. He practiced often on his wife. Delighting in the way his tongue could give her joy.

In high school school his second girlfriend had made fun of his small penis. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the first and merely time. After that he always tried to start his lovemaking by going down on his partners. Not that there were many.

He was lucky to have Wendy. Ian was a quiet, unimposing man. Where Wendy was beautiful and outgoing.

They met shortly after college. She saw something in him, a gentleness and love none of her early boyfriends had. They were soon married.

After they both graduated they moved back to her hometown, where he didn't know anyone but her friends and felt trapped in a job he didn't like.

When his tongue slid between her netherlips, Wendy's orgasm began approaching much faster. When he started rubbing her clit it broke.

Ian lapped up his married woman's juice as her second joint trembled and she moaned loudly.

He kissed his way up her dead body. Past her downy pubic hair. Across her soft tummy to her large titty. Ian was a bosom man and he loved Wendy's massive E-cup tits. At twenty five they were still full moon and perky. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally have a small sexual climax just from playing with her tits.

Wendy put a mitt on the vertebral column of her husband's cervix as he gently squeezed and kissed her bosom. She rubbed her silky second joint against his side. Her wet pussy was prepare for its succeeding round of golf of bliss.

Ian grabbed his cock. Fully erect at three inch. He rubbed the tip against his wife's pussy, especially her clit. Wendy spread her legs for him. A bonk invitation for his sexual intimacy. They both groaned in pleasance as he entered her. His small phallus didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the face endings at the curtain raising to her beloved duct.

Ian didn't last long. He never did. His petty dickhead drizzled it's jizz into her as they kiss passionately. nearly of it drizzling out as he pulled away.

"making love you."Wendy said as she stood up and crossed to the lavatory. He watched her go. A beautiful cleaning woman. She had a curvy, athletic consistence. She couldn't get six battalion abs, just a little too piano. But that translated to a sweet-flavored round of golf ass and big tits.

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a prompt slipstream up. A round friendly typeface with a cute button nose, and long lustrous John Brown hair. It was wavy and fell well past her berm. Her satisfied thoughtfulness smiled back at her.

Then she moved to the bedroom door. Ian lay on his incline smiling at her. He was cute, in an sissyish way. short, only five five to her five seven. She rarely wore bounder when they went out.

He wasn't athletic, but he had a cunning troll ass. A girly derrière, she sometimes liked to pester him.

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to kip.

Mr. Franks was a knuckle down driver. Ian didn't like his boss. the man only cared about quotas. Not people. Still the Edward Young man tried to function hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to keep their nice house.

It was two storey and in a dainty neighborhood. A great home to invoke a family. Which they would as soon as they were a bit more secure.

Ian worked in ‘ The Pen.'It's what Mr. frankfurter called the room where his XX two direct underlings worked at their desks. Facing the usually unsympathetic threshold to the big man's business office.

‘ The Pen'where all the fucking Sus scrofa did their oeuvre.

"Morton ! Get in here !"Ian heard his boss shout. Others looked up from their desks, glad it wasn't their figure called."Little fuck."The big man mumbled. He probably thought it was under his breather, but everyone in The Pen could pick up him.

Ian walked to the front of the room. His head lowered in ignominy and fear. He couldn't help it. He felt like he was being called to the principals berth for a paddling.

"Do ... do you need me to shut the door, sir ?"He asked when he stepped into his foreman's office.

"Don't bother."The big man said as he stood up. He was greying at the synagogue, but still intimidating as he stepped close to Ian."We lost the green account."

"Lost, Sir ?"Ian's voice was barely a squeak.

"Someone made a mistake. A big goddamn mistake."The big man straightened Ian's lapels on his button up shirt. In full view of anyone who wanted to watch."Do you bed who made that mistake ? You limp putz, milk sop ?"

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You little queen. How the ass you can go base and make out your wife as such a hapless unsuccessful person is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

"Shut up, cream-puff !"The man ordered. Ian wasn't sure why, but he had to shift positions a little as his tiny slit got hard.

"You're fired."The big man said.

"B ... but, sir ?"

"No buts, except your married woman's hot round one, and your little cissy one. No misunderstanding. Period."the cruel man taunted.

Ian couldn't stop the troubling trope of the big boss telling him all this while fucking Wendy from tush. Bent over the crapulence tabular array at the holiday company. Her nice red, velvet dress pulled up to her shank as the sweaty man pounded her pallid ass from derriere. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the floor following to them. His operose little phallus getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.

in his vision, Mr. frankfurter would reach up, yanking down the top of Wendy's attire. Her big tits twig out as an coming overtakes her. Her face a mask of ecstasy as ...

"shtup. You halfwit. Are you even listening ?"The big man interrupted the vision."Get out."

Ian turned to forget. His cheek red with abasement. His heart glassy, near tear.

"Hey ! Fuckwit ! Don't forget to leave your badge."

Ian tossed the security system badge on his ... the company's desk as he stumbled past in a daze.

That night Wendy comforted him on the couch. Holding Ian close as he sobbed.

"What are we going to do ?"He moaned.

"We will get through this. As long as we are together."She assured him.

"But ... the house."

"It will be fine."She gave him a brave grin."tactile property better ?"

"You make everything better. I love you so much."He gave her a decrepit grin back.

"How about I comfort you in a way only a woman can ?"She gave him a sly smile and pulled off her shirt. White River cotton bra covering almost of her big boob.

She led him upstairs. They stripped next to their bed. Then crawled to each early and hugged.

Ian frowned when his footling dick stayed indulgent. How could he jazz his wife ? Not even Wendy snuggling and tugging at the sad little thing could get it to rouse up.

"It's ok, it's ok."She assured him."We can just cuddle."

She lay down and pulled his heading to her big boob. Hoping that might get him started.

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

She lightly rubbed herself between her thigh. randy than she has been in months. But without any relief. She didn't want to do anything that might wake up him.

The next day at her own body of work, Wendy closed and locked her office door.

She couldn't William Tell Ian, but she was definitely lead unsatisfied from last nighttime.

She pulled up some ikon of buff men in speedos. Then hiked up her skirt. Her handwriting slipping into her white cotton scanty.

Wendy's digit rubbed her quickly wet pussy. The slender digits touching her in often the same way as her husband's footling cock.

She didn't finale long as her digit played. She bit the backrest of her fist when she came. In an try to keep quieten.

Ian didn't like party. Especially with his married woman's acquaintance. She would bounce from person to mortal chatting and happy. He would sit in a corner. Forgotten by everyone.

Even the dear of his life.

It didn't assistant that she tended to coiffure aphrodisiacal than usual. He doubted she even noticed. But he did.

Wendy wasn't prone to wearing provocative clothes. Only on the rare social occasion that they went out for a engagement night.

She had on a sparse tank top. It did little to enshroud her red lace bra, and was cut off to read her tummy. It was matched by tiny physical exertion shorts.

No doubtfulness she would have just said it was something well-fixed to wear hanging out with ally. But Ian was pretty sure the looks the boys gave her when she wasn't looking were LE than friendly.

It didn't supporter that her Quaker were the ‘ boys'she hung around with in college. Wendy had told him that she hadn't dated any of them, but he still felt a strange pang of insecurity when they were end to her.

They were big men. Real men. hunter and builders. Men into sport. Alpha men.

Ian was none of those things.

"I hear you lost your job."Grant said. Sitting down next to the lowly man and handing him a beer."That's rough."

Grant Boothe was ruggedly openhanded, charismatic, and successful. Everything Ian wished he could be. The man owned his own external business at twenty six.

"real number rough man. What are you going to do ?"The larger man asked.

"I dunno."Ian sighed."Go on unemployment I guess."

"What about the household ?"

"I got to get something fast or we lose it."The little man admitted.

"I may have something."Grant told him."My supporter left recently. The pay is probably close to what you were making. Certainly skillful than unemployment."Grant gave him a smile."It's basically repository work, but it would just be temporary. till you find something better."

Grant patted him on the shoulder and stood."Think about it anyway."Then he wandered off waving at a belated arriver.

Tonight there were six of the boys at the party. Plus three of their wives. Chunky women, but not unattractive. Chosen as pardner more for their big tits than any other reason.

Ian watched morosely as the nighttime drew on and the boys got more inebriated.

He waved his hands and refused to play when they started up a game of collaborator pong.

"We're going to be odd teams then."Ben insisted. His smiling wife leaning on his arm. Already a mates shroud to the farting.

"Are you sure honey ?"Wendy asked."We used to fiddle in college when we had enough people."

"No. I'm ok."In Sojourner Truth he didn't like to drink much. It always made him palpate fuzzy and Weird.

"We can be partners, Wendy."Hank offered. One of the other boys. Ian couldn't retrieve if the man was married or his wife just hadn't come.

"Ok."The brunette clapped her script excitedly. She gave her husband a grin as they walked outside.

Ian followed to the patio. Suddenly nervous. He didn't want to be there. He wanted to beg his married woman to leave, but that would be too awkward.

Two couples stood at either end of a ping pong table with cupful laid out. Certain cups were unlike colors, Ian noticed.

The biz began. Everyone soon drinking. Until hank got a clump in an odd discolour cup.

"I pick ... Tilda."He said with a smiling.

Something dropped in the pit of Ian's tummy as the chubby wife pulled off her shirt, giggling.

She had a nice rack. Double-D's held up by a grim velvet bra.

Is was a subject of here and now before Ian's wife grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her heading. She got a few whistles at her impressive cleavage.

Ian's little peter stirred as his married woman was ogled by their friend. care that she didn't seem to beware.

Her shorts went next as glob hit the right cups. She bent over and slipped them off giving everyone a good display. ‘ Just playing along'she would probably say. Now down to her red lace scanty. Only half covering her wonderful, round ass.

Soon the early two wife were down to their bras as well. Then it was Wendy's turn again.

"I doubt anyone wants to see someone else's wife naked."subsidization said with a smirk. Much to Ian's relief."How about penalty. opponent woman gives a little spank."

Wendy bent over the board. Giggling in her tipsiness. Tilda giving her lace covered ass a dozen swats as the brunette gasped.

Gradually all the wives were stripped to their underwear. Each was spanked a couple times before the game was over.

The end of the plot seemed to be the end of the party. Ian started to gather up their matter.

"Oh, oh. dearest ! Let's lodge around."Wendy stumbled up to him. Definitely inebriate."Hank invited everyone to use the hot tub."

"I ... I just kinda deprivation to go home."Ian protested.

"Aw. Don't be a pooper. Please ?"She begged. He nodded despite himself.

They walked back out to the patio. Out to the deck. Hank was waiting. Some others were already in the tub. Grant, Ben, and his wife Tilda.

"We ... we don't have suits."Ian insisted.

"Don't be silly."Wendy smirked. She simply stepped in. Wearing her underwear. Grant helped her consume. Letting her set succeeding to him.

"Real men go naked, buddy."Hank said, pulling off his blue jean. Ian's eyes boggle at the man's huge cock. Easily twice as big as his and it wasn't even hard.

"C'mon Ian, honey."Tilda called."I'll go topless if it makes you feel more comfortable."The chubby blond pulled off her bra. Big mamilla floating in the bubbling water.

His side going red, Ian stripped nude. The group went silent when they saw just how modest he really was. He couldn't look anyone in the eyes as he slipped in following to his wife.

Ian felt as if his trivial penis was trying to conceal back up inside his torso. Just a little nub proving he wasn't a man. In front end of these obvious Alphas.

Mercifully no one said anything about his penis.

The male child talked about some swell times in college. antic and parties long forgotten.

Finally, mercifully, Grant announced that he had an early day. The group broke up. Ian struggled to get his rummy wife dressed then home and to bed.

In the end Ian didn't have much of a alternative. It was not a great area for people in his business sector.

Grant gave him a big smile when he came into work a few days after the party.

"I think you will delight working here, Ian."President Grant told him as he showed him around."As I said it can just be temporary."

Ian's desk was in the reception area right outside Ulysses Simpson Grant big office. His desk was shiny and modern. As was reception. Where as Grant had a giant sepia desk. Tall night bookshelves. A leather couch and a distich of leather, gamey backed chair next to a table in a corner.

"This is Amy."The handsome man introduced him to the only former someone working in the position."She takes care of the computers and makes for sure our cyberspace is running,"

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred pounds and unattractive. She had greasy skin and piffling bristles of fuzz on her blobby face.

"wellspring, you're a little bit of nothin'ain't ya ?"She said cheerily. Wiping Cheeto dust on her jeans and sticking out her hand.

"Uh, pleased to meet you."Ian said, shaking. ‘ She must receive to get her brassiere customs duty made.'He thought. Her tits were enormous.

Soon he was at his desk with a lean of project to do.

"Let's kickoff you out simpleton, hey buddy ?"subsidisation told him.

The quietus of the workweek passed quite nicely. Ian was even able to get erect for a bust of lovemaking over the weekend.

Then Monday sunrise happened.

"Ian, chum. You made some mistakes on this form."Grant set a paper down on the receptionist desk.

"Oh ? Oh, sorry."Ian responded. It was straight there were a pair of grammar errors.

But Ulysses Grant wasn't finished."This isnt like your last job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have much to give you. You little wimp."Ian's eyes went round at the cursory insult."So, do better."

But unfortunately just after lunch,"I've seen your zilch prick. So I'm sure you are a failure in bed. Don't be here ok ?"It was another grammar error."Honestly I don't bang how a guy like you got to be with Wendy in the first property. Can you tell me that ? Never mind I think I'd just be depressed."His new chief turned to go back into his office."I can't imagine why she would stay with a twink like you."

Then again, just before the end of business. Another theme on his desk.

"Do you even want this job, peanut ?"Duncan Grant demanded."I can just deck your sissy ass back out on the street. Do you want that ?"The man asked sternly.

Ian just shook his pass. binge in his eyes, not able to commit his vocalization.

"repetition after me : I'm a sissy, fluffer and my wife deserves dear cock than my peanut bump."

With horror at what he was doing, Ian's mouth opened."I ... I'm a sissy ... sissy fluffer. My wife deserves wagerer cock than my peanut."

Ulysses Simpson Grant was nodding along."Your nothing peanut bump. Say it."

"I ... I have a cipher peanut bump."Ian admitted obediently.

"Great. Hey chum. I forgive you. But you need to go habitation and decide if you really need this job."

He did go home that Nox. He really didn't have a pick. He had been sending out resume, but received no stake.

That night he thought he would deliver a problem getting hard again, but he didn't.

His petty shaft was hard as a tilt when he went down on his wife. Though he couldn't get Grant's words out of his head teacher.

They repeated over and over, especially the bit he forced Ian to say. His picayune penis throbbed with each mental repetition.'Im a sissy fluffer. I have a slight goober bump.'

The verbal insults continued the rest of the calendar week. Ian began to dread each time Grant came out of his office.

Then came Fri. His Bos seemed cheerful all day. No insults or anything. Even though Ian got back a couple reputation with minor wrongdoing on them.

Then grant called the smaller man into his intimidating office just before closing.

"C ... can I do anything. S ... sir ?"Ian implored.

Grant stood and walked around his desk."You're still here. So apparently you want the job."Ian nodded sorrowfully."But you keep making mistakes. I need to have something from you to hold up for that. That's fair isn't it, Ian ?"

"Uh ... I guess."

"If you were a misbehave little girl I'd spank you, Ian. Perhaps we should start there."

"W ... what ?"The little man stammered.

"If you want to keep your job, dangle your knickers and bend over my desk."concession said coldly.

With a sniffle, wishing he was anywhere but there, Ian shivered as he unbuckled his slacks. Letting them dip to his ankles.

"Unimaginative. White cotton wool briefs ?"Duncan James Corrow Grant scoffed."That's what a little boy would wear."

It's what Ian had always worn. He bent over his hirer's desk. Resting on his human elbow, much like his wife did on the ping-pong mesa. His ass presented to his boss.

Ian let out a meek little grunt with each stinging bang, more like a whine. He hadn't been so humiliated in a long time. Grant's strong hand firmly paddled his turn pantywaist ass.

If Ian was a real man he wouldn't stand for such treatment. Instead tears freely trailed down his boldness as he gasped to each stern blow.

"You enjoyed it Ian."Grant chided when he finally stopped. The sissy shook his promontory, no."Your peanut bump says otherwise."

The cock-a-hoop man slid a hand between Ian's thigh. The weeping man clenched them, but was ineffectual to stop Duncan Grant's fingers from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's little hard-on.

"If you are going to enjoy it, I will have to get more inventive. spread out your legs wide."

"Please ... please, Grant."Ian begged as he obediently spread his ramification. still bent over the Alpha's big desk.

Ian squealed as grant swung upward. Slapping the sissyish's sensitive scrotum. Each strike sent shock absorber of pain through Ian's body. His sight flashing red.

His cock and ball clench with each spank. Soon Ian is cumming in his underwear. Though it doesn't feel like any orgasm he has ever had. It isn't even pleasant.

"There you go."Grant announced pleased. Stopping the punishment.

Ian pulled his slump back on. Worried that he would get in trouble if he asked permit to clean himself up. Then he left. His gaze downcast. Not able to look Ulysses Grant in the eyes.

He had to drive home like that. Cum drying in his underwear. His ass sore against the arse. His tiny testis throbbing with pain.

That dark he couldn't get hard for Wendy again. She asked him what was unseasonable. He just told her it was the job hunting.

After she dozed off he couldn't help thinking about the spanking. His piddling scratch getting toilsome under the covers. His hand stroked his little nub next to his sleeping wife.

intellection of his boss's punishment driving him to skim his shorts again. Ashamed, he went into the john to clean up.

On Monday Grant motioned Ian into his bureau as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be more of a man than to show back up."His boss taunted with a smirk."Well, if you are going to be the office Milquetoast it's prison term to start acting like it. Take off your shirt and pants."

Ian wasn't sure what was going to pass off when he came in that cockcrow. But this wasn't what he imagined."But ... But, I didn't do anything."

"No. It's not what you did. It's what you are."Grant stepped close. Looming over the diminished man."You are a beta pansy. And you will be treated as such. Strip !"

Quickly Ian got down to his briefs.

"Just pathetic. Here you can wear these for now."grant told him. The big man pulled open a drawer in his desk. He handed the milksop a pair of new red, silk Boxer."Put them on. Then bend over."

Ian stripped out of his tidy-whities. Blushing as he revealed his midget penis again. The petty matter throbbing to an erection despite the horrific billet.

Ian pulled on the silk drawers. Then he bent over Grant's desk.

Ian gasped through a dozen incisive spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my clothes ?"

"You're wearing them. You can get your things at the end of the day."Duncan Grant told him.

Dejected, the milksop walked out to his receptionist desk. Hoping that there wouldn't be any visitor today. He kept having to pull up up the silk boxers as they were too big for him.

Around ten in the break of day Amy came into receipt. That was a rarified occurrent. She spent most of her mean solar day sitting around her desk in the calculator way watching porn.

"Boss says your the office milksop now. Git your skinny ass over that desk, boy."She ordered him.

Ian's eyes went encompassing at the thought, but he does as told. The fat woman laughed as her meaty hands beat a staccato calendar method on his round ass.

When she was finished, his rear was red and sore."He also said you got a teeny pecker. I wan na see it."She grabbed at his borrowed underdrawers as he stood.

She tugged the silk boxers down and laughed"Boy ain't nuthin'there."

It was basically true. Soft he was less than in inch. Just a little excrescence. His balls were his only proof of manhood. Though they were tiny too. Like shriveled raisins.

"Ooop ! Little turtleneck is gettin'brave !"She laughed. His cock seemed to be getting laborious at her derision.

Ian gasped when the grotesque woman grabbed his tip. He whined as she squeezed painfully and pulled it as far as it would go.

"Yup. That's tiny."She slapped his sissy bulge back and forth a span metre before blowing him a kiss and heading back to her body of work area.

The succeeding two days continued like that. Ian would take in two or three humiliating spanks a day. Sometimes from fat Amy.

Always wearing those silk pugilist.

At night he still couldn't get arduous for his wife.

Then it was Thursday morning.

"Hey pansy ! Get in here."subsidization ordered when Ian arrived. His hirer and his fat co-worker were waiting.

"Amy will look at you to get wax. trunk haircloth is something a man has. Not you. When you get back your new oeuvre clothes will be waiting. ``

Humiliated, Ian followed Amy out of the agency. His read/write head hanging low.

Ugly Amy grinned at him as they got in his car. `` Lashkar-e-Taiba go. '' She ordered.

The Fat char directed him to some hole in the bulwark massage parlor. Apparently run by her sister.

In a small private way Amy had him divest down. Ian hesitated, uncomfortable with the whole affair. Then Amy casually reached out and slapped the sissified's ass. Reminding him of his place. `` Get to it. ''

Ian quickly got nude and on the tabular array. Amy herself did the hair removal. Backside first, then the front. Everything below eyebrow level.

Ian cried out with each comic strip of hot wax. It felt like his skin was coming off.

Amy had him somersault over and took enceinte brutal enjoyment out of stripping around his punishing little monkey nut. Especially the pain from stripping his Ball.

After an hour, Ian 's body was au naturel. Grinning at the smooth pansy, Amy asked, `` You ever cheat on your wife ? ``

'' No, of row not. '' Ian responded, trying and failing to vocalise firm.

The ugly woman quickly stripped off her dress. a big, Pyrus communis shaped blob of naked cleaning lady. She hopped on the mesa. Hairy, moist, twat straddling the sissy 's crotch.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

'' We both know that 's not true. Your epicene dick is just asking for mama 's dulcet cunt. ``

It was avowedly, the infliction and humiliation had given his penis a raging three column inch boner.

The ugly char easily slid it in. Ian closed his optic feeling the fat woman move her cootch up and down his tiny cock.

Soon, without wanting to, Ian shot a shipment into the mussy cunt. Amy grinned at the sissy as she too orgasmed. `` Aaah ! That was great. ``

When they got back to act Ian found lingerie laid out on his chair with a notation. ‘ Put it on Sissy'

He frowned down at the whiten lace corset, matching lash panties, and clean second joint senior high school stockings. A stark direct contrast to the shadow upholstered professorship.

blackness senior high heels lay on the floor beneath.

Resigned to his fate, Ian stripped. Taking off his men's slacks and frock shirt, in training for wearing the woman's lingerie. His tiny penis grew hard at the very thought.

He started with the pantie. Stepping into the carnal underwear designed for women. He slid the thong up his newly smooth stage. The tiny back settled between his womanly ass cheeks. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a punishment for being a sex object. In the social movement, his penis fit snugly under the white lacing. Even hard it stopped just short of peeking out.

Ian stood for a import wearing just the panties. His skin tingled and a shiver rolled through him. He knew he should just walk out. Leave. There was no way he could accept this.

Next the lace girdle went on. He struggled to get all the meat hooks to catch. Minutes passed as he worked it. Standing in receipt. Only the lacy thong to enshroud his pity.

When he finally had the corset properly on it felt strange against his skin. Sort of scratchy and pixilated. Like he was bound in a John Milton Cage Jr..

The loving cup at the top stood empty. They were only for B-size breast, but he didn't have anything to fill them with.

Then he sat. Reaching down he slid the outset silky, white, stocking up his sissy leg. His body shivered as it slowly engulfed him. His tiny prick throbbed under its lace John Cage.

He thought putting the stocking on would be like putting on socks. But this was much more intense. Something about the stocking made Ian experience especially womanly. He felt lightheaded as he pulled the second one on. They stopped just unforesightful of his ass. The way they hugged his second joint made him want to have it off. Or ... or be fucked.

He sat for a moment, rocking back and forth on his nearly simple ass. Strangely savoring the feel of the lingerie on his body. Little shivers of excitement seemed to ramble through him, settling in his tiny SOB.

Carefully he attached the gallus dangling from his corset to the spinning top of his stockings. He could see his reflection in the window. For a consequence confusing himself with a foreign woman.

Then he sat. He easily slid his treat, stocking treat feet into the high heels. They had a strap that snapped around his calf and he didn't like the way they felt on his human foot. Like his ankles were always pointed down.

Ian spent the day typing up story. His strange excitement never abating as he waited for his chief to holler in him.

Just before the end of the day, concession gave him a buzz. Feeling awkward in the high heels, Ian stumbled to the man's threshold. Then into his office.

"You ... you wanted to see me sir ?"

"Come in, slit. Turn around so I can get a good look."Grant ordered.

Ian stumbled to the marrow of the way. He took a instant to brace himself. Then he raised his hairless blazonry and slowly spun around for his smirking boss.

"trade good. Very good. You need more practice session in heels though."Grant told him."Now come here."His confidence palpable, subsidisation crossed the elbow room to one of the high up backed leather chairs in the turning point. Patting his thigh. He watched Ian slowly, carefully glide slope.

The bigger man made the Milquetoast lay across his lap. Ian's face pointed down, his unit of ammunition ass in the air. Nearly bare and vulnerable.

The Milquetoast could smell the old leather of the death chair. It's scent was strong. Masculine. dominant. One of Duncan James Corrow Grant's script rested on the small of his back. Almost comforting. As if Ian belonged to the Alpha male.

"You know why you are being punished ?"concession asked calmly.

"I ... uh. Because I'm a sissy ?"Ian guessed.

"That's section of it."subsidization said.

Ian's eyes went wide at the showtime spank. More a light tap on one asscheek. Cary Grant was only swinging from his wrist.

A few more swats and Ian was moaning quietly at each one. Pink handprints appeared on the sissy's prat then faded before the next swat.

President Grant paused."We both know you don't deserve Wendy. Don't we ?"

"Y ... yes sir."The admittance sent a dark shiver through the helpless sissy. He didn't want to believe that.

Ian gasped as grant swatted harder. Pale flesh starting to stick around pink. His tiny cock throbbed with each spank.

Again Duncan James Corrow Grant stopped."Who does she belong with ? You pathetic wimp."The bighearted man asked.

"Uh ... you ?"Ian whined. The Alpha smiled. Then he swung his arm blanket. Ian's ass jiggled at the operose slap. The sissy squealed from the pain. He gripped the leg of the old leather chair.

For musical accompaniment ? For comfort ? He didn't know. All he knew was the pain Grant unleashed on his ass.

physique turned from pink to red as Cary Grant dominated the pathetic sissy.

Ian's ass clenched with each burning smasher. He couldn't take it anymore. His arm flailed back trying to protect his sore bed.

Grant just grabbed the man's radiocarpal joint and pinned it to his backrest. Against the lace of his girdle.

He spanked the weeping sissy's ass to a dark red. Grinning at Ian's ineffectively kicking legs. Clad in their white stockings. like a damsel in hurt.

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

Ulysses Grant stopped the spanking. He ran his fingertips in circles around the sissy's throbbing derrière. He could feel the passion rising from the penalise bum.

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? Answer you fucking prance chump !"Grant demanded. He Grabbed Ian's short hair and painfully yanked his head up.

"Unh ! Uh ... everyone ? Wendy belongs to everyone. She ... She should be treated like a lady of pleasure. Fucked ... fucked by any material man who wants her cunt."As the Bible spilled out of Ian's rima oris, cum drizzled out of his pathetic stopcock.

He wasn't even sure where the words had come from, but they seemed to be what Grant wanted. The big man let him up.

Ian stood before his boss dressed in lingerie. His epicene head lowered. Cum soiled his lace pantie. His script rubbed his warm, red, sore ass.

"Thank me for revealing your truth."

"Th ... thank you sir."Ian simpered. teardrop in his eyes and running down his sissy cheeks.

"Looks like soul made a mess."Grant chuckled.

Ian looked down. They could both see his stained panties. His diminutive bastard was balmy again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lace crib.

"Clean it up, sissy."There was a menace in subsidization spokesperson. One that Ian had no will to dare.

With a lump in his throat and a weight in the pit of his breadbasket, Ian pulled off the colly pantie. Lifting them to his human face. He could clearly see the blanch slime.

He grimaced as he brought them to his brim. Slurping up the disgusting, bitter pot. Tasting cum for the first metre. His cum.

He could get a line Grant chuckle, but not see him. Not through the lacing as he cleaned it throughly.

"trade good enough, you sop. Get switch and go dwelling house. From now on you dress in your new uniforms as soon as you arrive. Understand ?"Ian nodded."And you stay shaved. Or else Amy will aid you again."

Ian stumbled out of his bosses office. Nearly twisting an ankle in his strappy high heels.

"exercise more."The laughing Alpha called after him.

The following morning Ian found more intimate apparel waiting for him when he got to work. This clock time the theme seemed to be pink.

pinko stockings with little blue bows at the top. A pink silk scanty. And a sheer cropped nighty, also pink. There was also a reduce headband with a big pink bow on it.

Almost eagerly, Ian stripped. He couldn't direct his heart off the lingerie as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt. He tossed his line clothes into a spate under his desk as they cane off.

Sitting, his first-class honours degree act was to pull on the pinko stockings. Covering his smooth out legs in femininity. His minuscule asshole got hard with excitement. His ass clenched in prevision of the day to come.

Ian stood admiring his musing in the window. Too girly to be a real man. Pink stockings with their piffling blue bows high on his thighs. lilliputian prick standing to tending.

He grabbed the panties and pulled them on following. Not a thong this clock time. Though the book binding only covered about half of his round bum. The hip joint had cunning piddling ruff, and the silk felt cool and smooth against his hairless privates.

Next Ian slipped on the high cad. lighting blue to match the bows on his stockings. This dyad wasn't shiny. The material almost felt like velvet under his fingers. Once again they made his human foot and ankles feel eldritch.

The nighty made him shiver as he pulled it on. There was lace where a womanhood's titty would be. Offering just a little more modesty than the rest of the sheer cloth. It was tight and scratchy against his peel. His nipples hardened from the champion.

Finally he placed the bow on his head. Sensing that, more than any of the rest was announcing to the world that he was a sissy.

Ian sat at his desk doing his paperwork. Though he would get up every half 60 minutes and walk around the way. Practicing in the richly heels. Getting more sure-footed in them as the day wore on.

Early in the good afternoon the front door chimed as it opened. Ian's eyes went all-encompassing as the delivery man rolled a stack of boxes in.

"Gon na want you to sign these."The young man said. A bountiful twenty something. Blonde with a rip off jaw. Ian was always a bit intimidated by him. He reminded Ian of the type of athletic supporter that bullied him in school.

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

"Costume party ? Lose a bet ?"The young man asked.

'' No sir. '' Ian timidly responds. `` My new uniform. ''

'' Huh. '' The man said thoughtfully. `` Tough job market. '' The sissified couldn't meet the younger man's eyes.

'' Yes sir. ``

'' Makes you look like a fucking bitch. '' Ian could palpate his little sissy penis twitching at the Alpha 's examination.

The bringing boy reached down and grabbed Ian 's minuscule putz through the silk panties. `` Looks like you like being a bitch though, do n't you ? ``

Ian wanted to cry 'No ! No I hate it. I 'm a man damn it !'

What he says was, `` Yes sir. ``

"The bow does a swell job of announcing that you are a little putz sucker."Ian shivered at the man's password."You should distinguish your boss to get you a petty choker though. fill in the look."

The Brigham Young man grinned at him."I'm in a hurry today, though."He squeezed the little bastard hard enough to bring in Ian moan."I'll have to fascinate you next week."

Then the Alpha was gone. Back out the doorway.

assignment came in to reception a little later. Taking a bit to look up to his handwork."What a small fuck wad."He smirked.

He had Ian stand and Bend over his repository's desk. Lightly swatting the effeminate's rear as he gave him instructions.

"We will have a client in later today. I want you to offer up the man coffee and to give him a nice curtsy. Understand ?"

"Unh ! Yes ... yes, sir."Ian had a hard time thinking about anything other than the bite swats on his silk covered ass.

Ian 's hart skipped a beat when a swart center easterly man came in. Giving the secretary a confused looking.

Ian sent a message to let Duncan James Corrow Grant know his appointment had arrived. Then he got up and carefully walked over to the man. He grabbed the bottom of his nighty and pulled it away from his bland chest as he bent his knee joint slightly stepping back with one foot.

He had watched a bunch of video on curtsying after Grant had instructed him. Practicing till he felt he was doing it right.

He was actually a little proud as he stood before the man.

'' May I do anything for you. '' The sissy dutifully asked.

'' Humf. Coffee, I have an appointment."

Ian brought the man his coffee and asked, `` Is there anything else ? ``

The man just shook his headspring and waited.

Soon subsidization was ready, and the man disappeared into the agency.

Just before close on Friday, Grant called the Milquetoast into his office. Ian walked over to the desk. More positive now in his blueness high hound.

The taller man grinned and moved to sit on his couch."Come over here, and get down on your stifle. '' Trembling, Ian did as he was told.

Submissive, in feminine lingerie and on his articulatio genus he looked up at Duncan James Corrow Grant. Handsome and powerful in a night bluish magnate wooing reclining on a sinister leather office couch.

'' You know what to do sissy. '' grant said, smiling down at the kneeling man.

Ian gulped heavily. The moment he had been dreading had arrived. How ? How can Grant expect him to do this. He is n't gay, hell, neither is Grant. When he looks up he just gets an impassive aspect in rejoinder.

Ian looked at his hirer 's fork. An obvious bulge in those pants. He didn't want any of this. Didn't want to be a pantywaist.

Yet, he couldn't seem to refuse Ulysses S. Grant. The Alpha seemed to cognize just how to promote him. Plus he needed the job. Otherwise he and Wendy could lose everything.

Oh god, Wendy ! What would she consider.

Ian couldn't bring himself to gain forward. To do this disgusting, degrading act.

About to say something, Ian looked up at his boss. smack ! assignment open palm slapped the WIMP across the look.

Something in Ian crumbled. A barrier to something important. His humanity.

Ian reached forward running his palms up Cary Grant muscular thighs. His fingers finding the man's shiny leather whack. He unbuckled then unzipped his boss 's pants spreading the fly subject. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The bureau air was cool on his intimate apparel clad body.

Black silk boxer covered the big hard dick underneath. So muck larger than his own pathetic nub. Ulysses Grant was probably eight in, maybe even bigger.

In a daze Ian ran his fingers along the shaft, smooth through the silk. He could find where subsidization's dick flared at the tip. He could see the outline in the shiny cloth.

Ian pulled the boxers down. The firmly cock springing to the set. The sissy's fingers lightly slid up and down the shaft. Finally stopping at the tip, his pollex and forefinger massage the helmet-like end. His gaze is drawn to a drop of pre-cum. His thumb spread the glistening liquid in trivial circles.

Ian leaned forward, his body trembling. For the commencement time in his liveliness, he tentatively stuck his tongue out. Touching the hot veiny ray of light of Ulysses Simpson Grant's big pecker. Giving it a petty lick.

With a quiet moan he ran his tongue along the duration of the penis. The pansy lightly kissed the tip when he reached the top. Ian could try the caustic pre-cum. Then he kissed his way back down to Grants testis.

Part of him wanted to run away. To end this repulsion that had gone too far. His centre blurred with snag as he sucked one hairy ball in his backtalk, then the former.

The sissy's little sting grew voiceless with the degrading act. Grant moaned above him as Ian thoroughly cleaned the man's scrotum with his tongue. Rolling the formal around in his mouth and gently sucking on them.

Ian licked his way up Grant's thickheaded shaft of light again. Gripping the base of it with one hand he sucked the headway into his mouth, tickling it with his tongue. Squeezing the shaft as Grant ran his fingerbreadth through the sissy's haircloth.

"Mmm, your a good piffling cock all-day sucker. Aren't you, peanut ?"

Ian just moaned as he took more and more of his bosses dick into his oral cavity, all the way to the back of his throat till he started to gag. Pulling it all the way out he gave the tip kisses as he pumped the midst shaft with his clenched fist.

Ian swallowed the dick again, all the way back. This clock time holding it a bit longer. His eyes watered as he gagged. Finally pulling it back out.

Ian ran his knife from chunk to tip. Planting more kisses on his boss 's dick read/write head, while he pumped him with his Milquetoast fingerbreadth.

He could feel that unusual lust inside him. The one he got when he put on his stockings. Ian wasn't gay ... but ... he needed this. Needed to delight this man. To worship his cock.

On his knees, Ian rolled his coxa. As if he was fucking the air. Wishing for his own relief.

Sucking the cock back in his rima oris, Ian sucked hard while vigorously pumping the shaft. With his former hand he lightly squeezed the bigger man 's glob.

He could feel when Grant's balls began to pump. The cock in his mouth twitched as it shot bitter cum at the back of Ian 's throat.

Stream after current filled his lip as the twink desperately swallowed the disgusting affectionate slime.

Ian coughed sperm as he pulled his mouth away from the big dick.

'' brand sure not to leave a mess, pantywaist. ``

After swallowing, Ian leaned forward to lap up any cum he missed. Kissing the tip of the softening gumshoe as he tucked it away.

Standing back up Ian asked, `` May I go home now, sir ? ``

Grant simply waved him away.

That night when they went to construct lie with Wendy was surprised at Ian 's lack of hair. He explained that it was supposed to be a aphrodisiacal surprise.

The beautiful woman knew something was troubling her hubby and thought this might be part of him trying to deal with it. He had been having a intemperate time getting erect. Probably from the stress of losing his job. They hadn't even tried to make love since death weekend.

Wendy had an climax from Ian going down on her. When it was time to get laid, though he couldn't get hard again.

"It's ok."She assured him. Heartbroken at the sad look on his face."Is ... is there anything I can do ?"

"I ... I don't ... could you spank me ?"Ian requested. His buttock blushed with embarrassment.

Wendy took him over her lap and gave him some sluttish wiretap on his cute ass. aught like assignment's cruel whipping."Uh ... naughty. You are very naughty."She said.

His little putz got hard anyway. Humiliated by his wife treating him like a peckish schoolgirl.

As he lay there getting spanked, Ian felt like he wasn't a man even in his honey's eyes.

Ian felt wonderful thrusting into his wife, though. Laying between her spread thigh. The couple moaned together as they made love.

His orgasm came quickly as he thought about how humiliating it was that he could n't just get hard for his married woman. Ian knew that it was because he was a beta. He knew betas did n't deserve to have it away such beautiful womanhood.

Wendy was definitely a beautiful fair sex. Long brown hair. Kind round face with a cute nose. astonishing breasts, and a sweet consistence with bend.

Ian 's short Beta peter had no patronage being stuck in a woman like that.

Ian found that when he thought of his wife there was no problem getting hard. It was just when it came time to preform. His epicene member knew it shouldn't be allowed.

The customer returned on Mon. The older, swart man. He obviously disapproved of Ian.

The Milquetoast wore a green one-piece lash. It was lacy and hugged his body. He had matching stockings and the strappy, black-market senior high heels.

He curtsied for the man and got him coffee bean.

An hour later the man stepped back out of Ulysses Grant's position, and walked to Ian 's desk.

'' Mr. Grant says you are no man. ``

Nervous, humiliated, and not sure as shooting how to resolve Ian admitted, `` Would a man allow himself to be dressed like this ? ''

'' No ! '' Was the man 's arse reply. `` You will service me, then. '' It was a command, not a dubiousness.

Ian didn't even protest as he followed the man over to the couch. Passively accepting his place, on his stifle between the man 's legs. Ian took out the hairy gentleman's gentleman 's dick.

Still limp, he slurped the man noodle into his mouth. Sucking and licking public treasury it grew hard. The taste of pre-cum a strong reminder of what was about to take place.

Ian 's emasculate head bobbed up and down on the unknown man 's hard peter. The tip tickled the back of his pharynx. He slid his hand in the man's boxershorts. Cupping a pair of sweaty, hairy nut. Massaging them with his treat digit.

Soon the man roughly grabbed Ian by the hair and, with a few forceful thrusts, shot Ian 's mouth full of his disgusting jizz.

Ian swallowed it all, and licked the man 's prick clean.

Ian wiped bust of pity from his eyes. `` Anything else sir ? ``

'' No ! And you are no man. ''

'' No sir. '' The sissy whispered, mostly to himself. Still on his articulatio genus as the man swiftly walked out the door.

Ian could reek the man's ball sweat on his fingers the relaxation of the day. No topic how often her tried to draw them clean.

Ian spent the week sucking assignment's dick in the morning time and the dusky man in the afternoon. If he showed up.

Wed Ian was wearing a dead, taffeta, poove skirt. Pink lacing thong. Black garter with matching stockings. A pink A-cup bra that he couldn't stop tugging at. And strap on sprite annexe.

He practically felt like he was fluttering through the room access when he was called into assignment's office.

Grant was standing in front man of his big desk. The sissy's prick twitched. A frightened shiver passed through him.

'' Bend over the desk cream-puff. '' Grant ordered.

'' Did ... did I do something wrong ? '' Ian had n't been spanked all week.

'' Do n't talk back, sissy. ``

Ian obediently bent over. Elbows on the intemperate darkness wood. His skirt was so scant that his bare ass and panty covered genitalia were revealed. Vulnerable.

Ulysses Grant rubbed the sissy's little shaft, then flicked his glob through the lacing. Then he grabbed the sash of the submissive man 's ping pantie. Ian 's eyes went wide, as they were yanked down his daily round ass. Falling to the floor.

'' Mmm, not complete. '' Grant said, giving the sissy ass a swat. `` Still it 's tight and dulcet. '' The big man gave the ass another playful spank, as he pulled out his cock.

Ulysses Simpson Grant pulled a tube of lube from his desk. Wiping it on his big dick he said, `` fourth dimension for your next lesson, you sissy puss. ``

Ian whined when he felt Grant's fingers tell his ass impertinence. He shivered as a big finger rubbed at his tight anal flower. Lubing it. Circling the virgin hole. His whole world seemed to spin with the motion.

Ian hissed as the digit pressed inside him to the world-class metacarpophalangeal joint. abominable and intrusive. Then it was gone.

Grant leaned into the sissy. Grabbing his hair and yanking his school principal painfully up. His big, lube hawkshaw rubbed against Ian's rhythm ass.

"Time to truly pull in you my little bitch."President Grant hissed into his ear.

Then with no more flourish he took the last of Ian 's manhood. Spreading apart the wimp's asscheeks and pressing the tip of his cock to the sissy's clenched pucker.

Ian squealed as the cruel putz pierced him. Like it was drilling into his soul. His ass banquet unfastened in a fusillade of botheration. sissyish tears pit-patted onto the wooden desk.

Grant grunted in delight as his big peter painfully jackhammered into the mingy poof ass.

Through clenched teeth Ian begged `` N ... god no ! Please ! Uuunh ! ``

As the man's big putz hammered him, Ian 's own penis got hard as well. It slapped up and down into his pansy tummy, as Duncan Grant fucked him from behind.

Ian was reduced to painful grunting. His body tingling all over. He couldn't help pressing back into the man violating him. Helping the Alpha painfully ram home base. He could feel subsidization's orchis slapping against his thighs he was so trench.

With a smiling Cary Grant triumphantly fucked the sissy secretary. Now seemingly a willing participant in his own anal violation.

Soon Ian was coming all over the presence of his boss 's desk. His epicene cum drizzling down the front.

Hiram Ulysses Grant had his own orgasm soon after. Filling the twink ass up with his masculine cum.

Pulling out he spun Ian around, pushing the twink to his knee joint. Ulysses S. Grant made him make clean off his slimy cock. Ian slurped and licked Grant's hawkshaw clean and jerk. His face grimaced at the foul taste sensation.

'' Now clean up the stack you made. ``

Panties still around his ankles, Ian crawled around and licked his own unaccented cum from the front of the desk.

'' You must infer by now you are n't really a man. You are a Beta, a chicken, a sissy. You are basically less than a adult female. You were just made to suffice real men, Alphas like me. '' Grant lectured to him from above.

Ian moaned while he licked up the jizz. Moaned because he knew it was the truth. Had always known. That was the inner wall that crumbled at his firstly setback job. The rampart betas build to try to pretend they are men, when it 's obvious they are not.

Thursday Ian wore a sheer grayness gown. It covered him from neck to ankle. With a lacing bosom and a slit up one face. Underneath his Negroid lash and matching garter and stockings could be clearly seen.

He had started the day with Grant's dick in his mouth. Then he was called back to see Amy.

The fat charwoman was already nude. Thighs spread, one hand already fingering her haired cootch. A big smiling on her nerve.

"Give mama's cunt a in effect clout, bitch."She ordered.

His shoulders slumped as Ian got to his human knee. Pressing his face between her meaty thighs.

Her crotch smelled of acetum and sudor. It was dampish and hairy.

As he licked. The fat woman moaned loudly above him. Grabbing his haircloth painfully.

"Yes ! Yes ! That's it ! clout mom ! poke that cunt !"The ugly woman had a strong sexual climax. Rubbing her wet kitty all over his face.

"Ha ! nookie, bitch."She shoved him away, and turned to the erotica on her computer.

His caput low, the submissive man walked back to his secretarial assistant's desk.

Ian frowned later, when the livery man came in.

The Edward Young man grinned, and motioned Ian over. He forced the sissy over his desk. He lifted Ian's gown and pulled his panties down. The handsome man spit on his bridge player, wiping it on the grueling shaft he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's fagot ass.

Ian grunted at the pain and intrusion. Every day his grunts sounded less like a man.

The Alpha reached around and gripped Ian 's hard little gumshoe. Grunting with his effort the man quickly pumped the sissy 's pecker as well."We had beta-fluffer like you back in my fraternity."The young man explained."I know how you need to be treated."

Ian cums first with the man stroking him. It actually felt nice. to a greater extent than just a release.

Then the Alpha blows his manfully load in the girly ass. Cum drizzling down Ian's second joint as the man pulled out.

'' Mmm, good. See you next Thursday. '' The delivery man said, zipping up and stepping out.

Ian hated the way his corporation fluttered with agitation at the man's Logos.

Even with no one there the obedient twink licked his little cummies off the story.

Fri, after lunch concession called Ian into his situation.

The sissy looked cute in his pinko ruffled panty. garden pink stockings with the little blue prow. Matching blue high dog. And the pink cutoff nighty.

Grant sat on the couch with Ian across his lap. The Alpha male person lazily spanked the milksop 's ass as he spoke.

'' Let me recite you a story cream-puff.

See there was a group of about seven guys in college. We had been protagonist for years. Almost like crony.

Then along comes a hot musical composition of ass, lets call her ... I do n't know Wendy.

See she dates one of the guy rope, but really all the boys wanted a piece of that mulct ass. You know what I mean ? ''

SMACK ! Ulysses S. Grant punctuated his doubt with a particularly backbreaking spank.

'' Anyway she dates a guy called Franklin, but that eventually goes south. Now see the other hombre, they turn their back on Franklin. causal agent they all want a guesswork at Wendy.

Eventually they each try and she shoots them all down. Even me. '' WHAP ! `` That 's finely though. We all stayed friends. But the male child never stopped lusting after her. ``

The spanking was interrupted by a bash at the office door.

'' Excellent. '' Grant said excitedly. He pushed the wimp off his lap and crossed the elbow room. Ian stood up nervously by the couch.

When Grant got to the room access, he opened it with a grin. Letting Wendy step in.

'' What is haywire with Ian. You were n't clear ... '' The beautiful brunet came to a halt when she saw her married man standing in sexy lingerie. Her centre went full with shock. A dark premonition shivered through her body. Something was really ill-timed.

This had to be a prank. Please let it be a prank. She thought desperately.

'' What ? What 's going on ? Ian ? ``

'' Wendy, I ... ''

'' still Ian. '' concession interrupted the wimp. He turned to the beautiful woman. `` Your husband came to me looking for a stance and I gave him one. The one he was born for. Ian is the office bitch. '' The Alpha said with a smirk. `` This is the milksop you married, I just taught him his proper place. ``

Wendy shook her pretty head. Not wanting to be character of this. `` N ... no. No he 'd never correspond to this. You ... you forced him. '' The beautiful married woman insisted.

'' Sure, the pantywaist took a little sweet talk. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot darn he became a proficient trivial cocksucker. '' grant taunted.

'' Do n't predict him that. net ball go Ian. '' She took a few steps toward her married man. She could see the promise in his optic. A small spark of courage returning to the man she loved.

'' Not if he wants to retain his job. ``

'' We ... we do n't take it. '' Wendy insisted, unconvincingly.

'' Yes, you do. Slut. ``

'' No ! We are ... '' WHACK ! Hiram Ulysses Grant shut her up with a slap to her beautiful face.

What picayune hope and courage there was faded from Ian, as the red handprint faded from his wife's pale cheek.

'' flexure over the desk, whore. ``

Before this moment Wendy would get said that she was a strong, freelance woman.

After the smack she felt obedient and humiliated. She wanted to run from the room crying, while her tingling body wanted to submit. To willingly make up all its secrets.

For a second Wendy looked to her husband for support, hoping he could rescue her. All the sissy could do was look uncomfortably at his feet.

Submissively she walked to the desk. The men watched her crease over just enough to put her palms on the top.

Grant walked up behind her. Ian could see a look of disgust on her face as he slowly ran his workforce up her sides.

The Alpha reached around her strawman. Wendy clenched her centre shut. Trying to suppose herself anywhere else, as his hands wrapped around her pectus.

The office filled with a ripping audio. Wendy gasped in shock. In one quick move Ulysses Simpson Grant tore the battlefront of her cause open, blouse and all.

She could feel his strong fingers reach around the cup of her bra. The first tactile sensation on her titty other than her husband in years.

subsidisation yanked her bra down, and Wendy's large, magnificent bosom flopped out. She moaned a petty as he roughly grabbed her wonderful orbs. `` Do you bang how long I have waited to play with these ? '' Grant asked, squeezing and jiggling her tits.

Wendy squeaked as his finger tweaked, then pinched, then pulled her sensitive mammilla. Each act sending thrilling shocks through her stacked body. Aimed straight at her, now throbbing, pussy.

Ian knew her titty were super raw. He figured she might actually orgasm from the way her case was flushed. If President Grant kept playing with them.

Ian wanted to look away. The pansy wanted to pretend he wasn't so impotent. That his wife wasn't being molested in front of him.

But he couldn't. Ian watched the Alpha male took what was rightfully his. As a lowly beta, Ian didn't merit any womanhood, much less one so beautiful.

Duncan Grant gave both tits a sluttish slap. Then pushed on Wendy's back. Forcing her lower so that her elbows were resting on the desk.

Grant grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly slid it up. Wendy, body shakiness, let out a little moan. mix in with excitement, humiliation, and shame.

Slowly her white cotton wool panties were revealed. Covering a sweetly cycle ass.

With a scowl, Cary Grant swatted the fair sex's ass twice. The sound causing Ian to derail and his short gumshoe to twitch with excitement at his wife's misuse. `` You should be ashamed that your sissy hubby wears sexier underwear than you. '' The good-looking political boss chided.

He grabbed her panties and roughly yanked them down. Wendy's torso shivering.

Finally her dessert bare ass was fully revealed. Unable to hold back any yearner, yield quickly pulls out his punishing gumshoe.

He had planned to throw her beg, but this was safe enough.

He grabbed her ass and spread her pussylips open with his ovolo. Grinning at how wet she was. Then he shoved his rock hard dick into another man's wife. The long sought after snatch of his friend, Wendy.

Her moan matched his as he sank all the way to his formal. Her oculus went wide at the unaccustomed intrusion. His dick touched situation inside her that Ian could never hope to touch with his sad, aught, bump.

'' Aah, so good !"Ulysses Grant gloated."I 've waited a long time to put you in your office bitch. '' Wendy's slit clenched his dick tight as he grabbed her long brown whisker, forcing her head up.

Tears filled her eyes even as her body responded. She was willingly violating her wedding vows. Right in forepart of her loving married man.

Duncan Grant swatted her ass as he drove his fuck rod into her again and again. `` Not too good for me now are you whore ? '' Wendy grunted from the raspy fucking.

subsidisation reached up and slapped the side of her side from behind. `` Are you ! ``

'' Uh ! No. ``

He slapped her beautiful face again. `` No what ! ? ``

'' N ... no, sir ? ``

'' Ha that 's powerful you slut. '' Grant slapped the fancy woman's facial expression a third fourth dimension.

Wendy's big titty slapped together in fourth dimension with the Alpha 's deep thrusting. With his Ball hitting her puss, she could feel her orgasm building. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, infirm husband she tried to hold back. The realism of what Grant had done to them advertize her over.

'' Ah ! Aaah ! Aaaaaa ! '' Wendy's climax was stronger than any she ever had with Ian.

'' Would you look at that you cuck. Seems like she likes a veridical man 's hawkshaw. '' Grant smirked at the sissy.

Ian 's hammer was hard. His torso responding to a real man properly servicing his wife. His script kept sliding toward his step-in. He had to micturate an effort not to jackoff to his lovely married woman's plight.

Soon Grant was pumping Wendy's eager twat with his strong Alpha seed. `` Aah. That was as good as I imagined whore. ``

The Alpha slapped her ass as he pulled out. Duncan James Corrow Grant's softening peter was covered in glistening shag goo. Ian hurried over obediently to lick it clean. Tasting both his political boss and his married woman's hot juices.

When Wendy tried to put up Duncan Grant held her down. He slapped her ass and said, `` Not yet bitch. ``

When the Alpha's prick was clean-living, Grant grabbed Ian painfully by the hair. Forcing the emasculate's face into his wife 's sloppy cootch.

Grant sneered down at the pathetic wretch as Ian obediently licked out the disgusting cream pie. Wendy moaned with pleasure as her effeminate hubby's tongue licked her spiritualist netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This time in her married man 's face. As her eubstance trembled violently. Her daily round ass jiggling. Her pep pill body collapsed on the desk.

Finally Hiram Ulysses Grant allowed the couple to stand up.

'' Ha feel at you two unintelligent sluts. '' He grinned.

Wendy stood with her big tits still hanging out of her torn suit, skirt indecently tucked up. Some of grant cum drizzled down her intimate thigh. Her eubstance still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his pink lingerie and stockings, cum smeared on his sissy expression. His shaft was hard in his panties. He couldn't carry to meet anyone's eyes in his disgrace at how turned on he was.

'' Who owns you, squawk ? '' assignment asked with a sneer.

'' You do sir. '' Ian replied immediately, hanging his head down.

Wendy glanced at her sissy husband. She wanted him to stand up up for himself. Or maybe she would. Maybe slap that smug grin off Grant 's face. But as Her pussy trembled to an aftershock, and she felt more of the Alpha 's cum leak out of her she found herself saying, `` You own us sir. '' And also dropped her head in ignominy.

assignment grinned cruelly at his dirty plaything. `` You can both postulate the quietus of the day off. But you ca n't fix yourselves up till you are home. ``

He yanked Wendy's skirt off. She gasped as he gave her nipples one last pinch. Sending an aroused frisson through her.

The take down distich silently got in Wendy's car. They drove habitation. Cum still leaked out of her puss, onto the car seat.

At a traffic light a car full moon of college boys pointed and laughed at the couple. Wendy with her tits hanging out, Ian in garden pink lingerie.

Two boys hopped out. One reached in and pinched the beautiful woman's pap.

"Shit yeah !"He cried as she gripped the steering cycle. Staring forward. Wishing for the light to change. the boy eagerly groping her.

The other boy ran around and dumped a half full shake on the sissy's head and down his social movement. Laughing the college scholarly person tossed the unenviable cup in Ian's lap.

Both boys stepped back as the duet sped off to the green light.

Finally home the couple silently showered together.

"Do ... did you like that. Like what President Grant has done to you ?"Wendy asked when they got out of the shower.

Ian sat heavily on their bed with a suspiration.

"Like it ? No."He answered after thinking.

"You ... you could get another job. We don't need the money."She told him. Both knowing that for the lie it was."Not that badly anyway. We will make due."

"It's not just that."Ian admitted."I hate this, but he broke the bulwark inside me. I 'm a beta male now. And other Alphas can sense it. If a man came up and took you there is nothing I would do. And I hate that. '' He broke you too. I could see it."The milksop took his wife's handwriting as she sat next to him."Even now parting of you wants to go to him. To let him abuse you."

'' well, no more obscure anything from me. We will go through this together. After all I could n't stick out up to him either. '' Wendy assured him. `` And I know I will be wearing sexier underwear from now on. '' She said with a blush."Make love to me. Let's push that fearful man from our minds."She asked. Her paw slipping to his crotch.

Both their shoulder slumped when nothing happened. Her fingerbreadth failed to get him arduous.

"Hold on."Ian hopped up and moved to her underclothes drawer. Wendy watched, curious and a little appal as her husband pulled on a pair of her stockings.

Plain white, with a footling lace. His dick was fully rear before he finished.

"Cary Grant broke me, Wendy."He admitted sadly.

"seminal fluid here, love."She ordered.

Wendy pushed him down on the bed. Leaning in to his crotch. She rarely went down on him during sex. She considered it degrading.

Now she slurped up his lilliputian prick and sucked.

Ian moaned his pleasure as his wife blew him. Then he returned the favor. Pulling her thighs close and licking her snatch while his stopcock was in her rima oris.

He could still taste Grant's jizz inside her. A taste he knew well, by then.

After they made passion they fell asleep in each former's arms.

In the sunrise they both put on one of her nighties. Almost as a joke. Except they found she had no problem getting her husband aroused while he wore the lingerie.

Saturday was spent in play and joy. It almost felt like they were discovering their love for one another all over again.

Then came Sun ...

'COME OVER. AND impart YOUR woman of the street wife'was the text edition concession sent in the morn.

Husband and married woman looked at each other in apprehension as they read it .