source note- this story includes non-consensual, crude, and coerced sex. As well as full-strength and bi-sexual sex.

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Wendy moaned as her husband slowly licked around her puss. She grabbed the shroud in her hug drug. 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 feed her pleasure.

In high schooling his second girlfriend had made fun of his minuscule penis. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the outset and only time. After that he always tried to set off his lovemaking by going down on his partners. Not that there were many.

He was lucky to give Wendy. Ian was a hushed, unimposing man. Where Wendy was beautiful and outgoing.

They met shortly after college. She saw something in him, a softness and love none of her other swain had. They were soon married.

After they both graduated they moved back to her hometown, where he didn't know anyone but her protagonist 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 button 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 consistency. Past her downy pubic hair. Across her diffused bay window to her large breasts. Ian was a tit man and he loved Wendy's massive E-cup tits. At 20 five they were still broad and perky. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally ingest a small orgasm just from playing with her titty.

Wendy put a bridge player on the vertebral column of her husband's neck as he gently squeezed and kissed her titty. She rubbed her silky second joint against his side. Her wet pussy was ready for its succeeding unit of ammunition of blissfulness.

Ian grabbed his dick. Fully erect at three in. He rubbed the tip against his wife's pussy, especially her clit. Wendy spread her leg for him. A bonk invitation for his sexual intimacy. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His pocket-sized member didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the heart endings at the opening to her love canal.

Ian didn't terminal long. He never did. His little pricking drizzled it's jizz into her as they kiss passionately. Most of it drizzling out as he pulled away.

"Love you."Wendy said as she stood up and crossed to the bathroom. He watched her go. A beautiful woman. She had a curvy, acrobatic body. She couldn't get six pack abs, just a little too soft. But that translated to a sweet-flavored round ass and big mamilla.

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a spry washing up. A round friendly boldness with a cute push button nose, and long burnished dark-brown hair. It was wavelike and fell well past her shoulders. Her satisfied contemplation smiled back at her.

Then she moved to the sleeping accommodation doorway. Ian lay on his side smiling at her. He was cute, in an effeminate way. Short, only five five to her five seven. She rarely wore cad when they went out.

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

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to sleep.

Mr. frank was a slave driver. Ian didn't like his Bos. the man only cared about quotas. Not people. Still the vernal man tried to work hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to keep their decent house.

It was two history and in a nice neck of the woods. A corking position to raise a kinsperson. 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 twenty two direct subsidiary worked at their desks. Facing the usually closed door to the big man's position.

‘ The Pen'where all the fucking pig bed did their work.

"Ferdinand Joseph La Menthe Morton ! Get in here !"Ian heard his gaffer outcry. Others looked up from their desks, glad it wasn't their names called."Little fuck."The big man mumbled. He probably thought it was under his breath, but everyone in The Pen could get a line him.

Ian walked to the front line of the elbow room. His mind lowered in shame and fear. He couldn't assistance it. He felt like he was being called to the principals business office for a paddling.

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

"Don't bother."The big man said as he stood up. He was greying at the temples, 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 misunderstanding. A big goddamn mistake."The big man straightened Ian's lapels on his clit up shirt. In full survey of anyone who wanted to learn."Do you roll in the hay who made that err ? You limp dick, Milk River sop ?"

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You little sissy. How the fuck you can go base and love your wife as such a ridiculous unsuccessful person is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

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

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

"No buts, except your wife's hot round one, and your piffling pansy one. No mistakes. Period."the cruel man taunted.

Ian couldn't stop the distressful image of the big Bos telling him all this while fucking Wendy from posterior. Bent over the drinks table at the holiday party. Her decent red, velvet dress pulled up to her shank as the sweaty man pounded her blench ass from derriere. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the floor side by side to them. His intemperate little penis getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.

in his vision, Mr. Franks would reach up, yanking down the top of Wendy's dress. Her big tits get wise out as an sexual climax overtakes her. Her look a mask of ecstasy as ...

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

Ian turned to leave. His impertinence red with humiliation. His eyes glassy, near tears.

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

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

That night Wendy comforted him on the lounge. 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 smile."Feel better ?"

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

"How about I comfort you in a way only a adult female can ?"She gave him a sly smile and pulled off her shirt. White cotton bra covering most of her big breasts.

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

Ian frowned when his small dick stayed indulgent. How could he be intimate his wife ? Not even Wendy caressing and tugging at the sad short thing could get it to wake up.

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

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

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

She lightly rubbed herself between her thighs. Hornier than she has been in months. But without any succor. She didn't want to do anything that might inflame him.

The next day at her own oeuvre, Wendy closed and locked her function door.

She couldn't tell Ian, but she was definitely left unsatisfied from last Nox.

She pulled up some pictures of raw sienna men in speedos. Then hiked up her skirt. Her hired man slipping into her white cotton plant panties.

Wendy's fingerbreadth rubbed her quickly wet pussy. The slender digits touching her in a lot the Lapplander way as her hubby's little cock.

She didn't last long as her fingers played. She bit the back of her clenched fist when she came. In an attack to keep hushed.

Ian didn't like party. Especially with his wife's Friend. She would bounce from person to person chatting and glad. He would sit in a recession. Forgotten by everyone.

Even the love of his living.

It didn't help that she tended to dress sexier than usual. He doubted she even noticed. But he did.

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

She had on a thin armoured combat vehicle top. It did minuscule to hide her red lace bra, and was cut off to prove her tummy. It was matched by tiny physical exertion drawers.

No question she would have just said it was something comfortable to get into hanging out with acquaintance. But Ian was pretty sure the looks the boys gave her when she wasn't looking were LE than friendly.

It didn't help that her admirer were the ‘ son'she hung around with in college. Wendy had told him that she hadn't dated any of them, but he still felt a strange stab of insecurity when they were close to her.

They were big men. genuine men. Hunters and detergent builder. Men into mutation. Alpha men.

Ian was none of those thing.

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

Ulysses Grant Boothe was ruggedly handsome, charismatic, and successful. Everything Ian wished he could be. The man owned his own outside concern at twenty six.

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

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

"What about the household ?"

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

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

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

Tonight there were six of the boys at the party. Plus three of their married woman. Chunky women, but not untempting. elect as partners more for their big bosom than any former grounds.

Ian watched morosely as the Night drew on and the boys got more drink.

He waved his men and refused to play when they started up a game of spouse niff.

"We're going to be odd team then."Ben insisted. His smiling married woman leaning on his arm. Already a brace tack to the air current.

"Are you sure love ?"Wendy asked."We used to roleplay in college when we had adequate people."

"No. I'm ok."In truth he didn't like to drink much. It always made him feel fuzzy and weird.

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

"Ok."The brunette clapped her hired hand excitedly. She gave her husband a smile as they walked outside.

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

Two pair stood at either end of a Ping pong table with cups laid out. Certain cups were different colors, Ian noticed.

The game began. Everyone soon drinking. Until hank got a ball in an odd color in cup.

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

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

She had a prissy rack. Double-D's held up by a black velvet bra.

Is was a matter of moments before Ian's wife grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She got a few whistles at her impressive cleavage.

Ian's little cock stirred as his wife was ogled by their friends. Attention that she didn't seem to take care.

Her shorts went next as Ball hit the right loving cup. She bent over and slipped them off giving everyone a goodness show. ‘ Just playing along'she would probably say. Now down to her red lace step-in. Only half covering her wonderful, round ass.

Soon the other two wives were down to their bras as well. Then it was Wendy's turning again.

"I doubt anyone wants to see individual else's wife naked."Grant said with a smirk. Much to Ian's relief."How about penalties. Opposite woman gives a little spank."

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

Gradually all the married woman were stripped to their underwear. Each was spanked a couple sentence before the biz was over.

The end of the game seemed to be the end of the party. Ian started to pull in their thing.

"Oh, oh. Honey ! Let's stick around."Wendy stumbled up to him. Definitely booze."Hank invited everyone to use the hot tub."

"I ... I just kinda lack 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. Duncan James Corrow Grant helped her down. Letting her set next to him.

"Real men go au naturel, buddy."Hank said, pulling off his jeans. Ian's optic boggle at the man's immense cock. Easily twice as big as his and it wasn't even tough.

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

His face going red, Ian stripped nude. The mathematical group went silent when they saw just how small-scale he really was. He couldn't look anyone in the eyes as he slipped in next to his wife.

Ian felt as if his little penis was trying to veil back up inside his consistency. Just a lilliputian nub proving he wasn't a man. In front line of these obvious Alphas.

Mercifully no one said anything about his penis.

The boys talked about some great meter in college. trick and parties long forgotten.

Finally, mercifully, Ulysses Grant announced that he had an former day. The chemical group broke up. Ian struggled to get his drunk wife dressed then abode and to bed.

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

subsidisation gave him a big smile when he came into work a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. after the party.

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

Ian's desk was in the reception expanse right outside Duncan Grant big office. His desk was shiny and modern. As was reception. Where as Ulysses Simpson Grant had a hulk reddish brown desk. Tall non-white bookshelves. A leather lounge and a pair of leather, gamy backed chairs next to a table in a recession.

"This is Amy."The handsome man introduced him to the only other person working in the office staff."She takes care of the figurer and makes for sure our cyberspace is running,"

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred pounds and unattractive. She had greasy peel and little bristles of hair on her blobby grimace.

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

"Uh, pleased to meet you."Ian said, shaking. ‘ She must have to get her bras custom made.'He thought. Her tits were enormous.

Soon he was at his desk with a listing of tasks to do.

"Let's scratch you out simple, hey buddy ?"Ulysses Grant told him.

The residue of the calendar week passed quite nicely. Ian was even capable to get erect for a bout of lovemaking over the weekend.

Then Mon morning happened.

"Ian, buddy. You made some fault on this form."Grant set a report down on the receptionist desk.

"Oh ? Oh, sorry."Ian responded. It was rightful there were a twain of grammar misplay.

But grant wasn't finished."This isnt like your terminal job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have much to gift you. You lilliputian wimp."Ian's oculus went round at the casual insult."So, do better."

But unfortunately just after tiffin,"I've seen your nothing prick. So I'm sure you are a unsuccessful person in bed. Don't be here ok ?"It was another grammar error."Honestly I don't know how a guy like you got to be with Wendy in the first place. Can you tell me that ? Never mind I think I'd just be depressed."His new gaffer turned to go back into his office."I can't imagine why she would delay with a twink like you."

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

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

Ian just shook his head. Tears in his eyes, not able to trust his voice.

"repeat after me : I'm a Milquetoast, fluffer and my wife deserves estimable prick than my goober pea bump."

With repulsion at what he was doing, Ian's back talk opened."I ... I'm a sissy ... sissy fluffer. My wife deserves considerably cock than my peanut."

assignment was nodding along."Your nothing goober excrescence. Say it."

"I ... I have a nothing goober bump."Ian admitted obediently.

"Great. Hey sidekick. I forgive you. But you need to go home and decide if you really ask this job."

He did go dwelling house that Nox. He really didn't have a option. He had been sending out resume, but received no interest.

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

His piddling dick was hard as a rock 'n' roll when he went down on his wife. Though he couldn't get Grant's words out of his chief.

They repeated over and over, especially the bit he forced Ian to say. His little phallus throbbed with each mental repeat.'Im a Milquetoast fluffer. I have a short goober bump.'

The verbal insults continued the eternal sleep of the hebdomad. Ian began to dread each time Hiram Ulysses Grant came out of his office.

Then came Friday. His political boss seemed cheerful all day. No insults or anything. Even though Ian got back a match news report with small erroneous belief on them.

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

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

concession 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 consume something from you to score up for that. That's fair isn't it, Ian ?"

"Uh ... I guess."

"If you were a misconduct little girl I'd spank you, Ian. Perhaps we should set about there."

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

"If you want to keep your job, flatten your gasp and crimp over my desk."Grant said coldly.

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

"Unimaginative. Elwyn Brooks White cotton briefs ?"Ulysses Grant scoffed."That's what a little boy would wear."

It's what Ian had always worn. He bent over his foreman's desk. Resting on his cubitus, much like his wife did on the Ping-Pong table. His ass presented to his boss.

Ian let out a mild footling oink with each stinging smash, more like a whine. He hadn't been so humiliated in a hanker clip. Grant's warm mitt firmly paddled his round sissyish ass.

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

"You enjoyed it Ian."subsidisation chided when he finally stopped. The sissy shook his forefront, no."Your peanut vine protuberance says otherwise."

The bigger man slid a paw between Ian's second joint. The weeping man clenched them, but was ineffective to contain Grant's finger's breadth from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's short hard-on.

"If you are going to love it, I will have to get more inventive. go around your pegleg wide."

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

Ian squealed as grant swung upward. Slapping the pansy's sensible scrotum. Each rap sent shock of pain through Ian's body. His mess flashing red.

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

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

Ian pulled his falloff back on. Worried that he would get in fuss if he asked permission to clean himself up. Then he left. His gaze downcast. Not able to front Grant in the eyes.

He had to drive home like that. Cum drying in his underclothes. His ass sore against the tooshie. His tiny glob throbbing with pain in the neck.

That night he couldn't get hard for Wendy again. She asked him what was wrong. He just told her it was the job lookup.

After she dozed off he couldn't assistance thinking about the spanking. His niggling prick up getting hard under the cover song. His hired hand stroked his little nub next to his sleeping wife.

sentiment of his boss's punishment driving him to clobber his shorts again. Ashamed, he went into the bathroom to clean house up.

On Monday Ulysses Grant motioned Ian into his power 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."fountainhead, if you are going to be the office sissy it's clip to embark on acting like it. strike off your shirt and pants."

Ian wasn't sure what was going to happen 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."Ulysses Simpson Grant stepped close. Looming over the small-scale man."You are a beta sissy. And you will be treated as such. Strip !"

Quickly Ian got down to his Jockey shorts.

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

Ian stripped out of his tidy-whities. Blushing as he revealed his lilliputian penis again. The small matter throbbing to an erection despite the terribly place.

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

Ian gasped through a dozen shrewd spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my clothes ?"

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

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

Around ten in the morning Amy came into response. That was a rare occurrence. She spent near of her days sitting around her desk in the estimator elbow room watching erotica.

"boss says your the office pantywaist now. Git your tightfitting ass over that desk, boy."She ordered him.

Ian's heart went wide at the thought process, but he does as told. The fat cleaning lady laughed as her meaty hands beat a staccato rhythm 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 shorts as he stood.

She tugged the silk underdrawers down and express joy"Boy ain't nuthin'there."

It was basically on-key. Soft he was less than in in. Just a fiddling bump. His bollock were his only validation of manhood. Though they were tiny too. Like sere raisins.

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

Ian gasped when the grotesque womanhood 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 bump back and forth a couple fourth dimension before blowing him a candy kiss and heading back to her work area.

The next two sidereal day continued like that. Ian would welcome two or three humiliating spanks a day. Sometimes from fat Amy.

Always wearing those silk boxers.

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

Then it was Thursday good morning.

"Hey sissy ! Get in here."Grant ordered when Ian arrived. His honcho and his fat co-worker were waiting.

"Amy will ask you to get waxed. Body fuzz is something a man has. Not you. When you get back your new work clothes will be waiting. ``

Humiliated, Ian followed Amy out of the office. His school principal hanging low.

Ugly Amy grinned at him as they got in his car. `` LET go. '' She ordered.

The Fat womanhood directed him to some trap in the paries massage parlor. Apparently run by her sister.

In a small private room Amy had him strip down down. Ian hesitated, uncomfortable with the unscathed matter. Then Amy casually reached out and slapped the sissy's ass. Reminding him of his place. `` Get to it. ''

Ian quickly got nude and on the table. Amy herself did the hair remotion. Backside first, then the strawman. Everything below eyebrow story.

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

Amy had him flip over and took great savage use out of stripping around his intemperately niggling peanut. Especially the pain from stripping his balls.

After an hour, Ian 's soundbox was stark. Grinning at the polish pouf, Amy asked, `` You ever cheat on your wife ? ``

'' No, of course not. '' Ian responded, trying and failing to voice firm.

The horrifying woman quickly stripped off her dress. a big, pear shaped blob of naked char. She hopped on the mesa. Hairy, moist, twat straddling the sissy 's private parts.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

'' We both know that 's not unfeigned. Your sissyish dick is just asking for momma 's mellifluous cunt. ``

It was rightful, the pain in the neck and humiliation had given his penis a raging three inch boo-boo.

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

Soon, without wanting to, Ian shot a load into the messy slit. Amy grinned at the sissy as she too orgasmed. `` Aaah ! That was not bad. ``

When they got back to work Ian found lingerie laid out on his chairwoman with a note. ‘ Put it on Sissy'

He frowned down at the ashen lace corset, matching thong pantie, and white-hot thigh high stockings. A stark contrast to the darkness upholstered chair.

Negro high hound lay on the trading floor beneath.

Resigned to his fate, Ian stripped. Taking off his men's morass and dress shirt, in preparation for wearing the woman's intimate apparel. His petite penis grew hard at the very call back.

He started with the panty. Stepping into the sensual underwear designed for women. He slid the thong up his newly smooth legs. The tiny back settled between his womanly ass brass. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a punishment for being a sex object. In the nominal head, his penis fit snugly under the white lace. Even difficult it stopped just dead of peeking out.

Ian stood for a instant eating away just the panties. His skin tingled and a shake rolled through him. He knew he should just take the air out. Leave. There was no way he could take on this.

Next the lacing corset went on. He struggled to get all the bait to catch. minute of arc passed as he worked it. Standing in reception. Only the lacy thong to incubate his shame.

When he finally had the corset properly on it felt strange against his skin. kind of scratchy and tight. Like he was bound in a cage.

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

Then he sat. Reaching down he slid the first silky, white, stocking up his sissy leg. His body shivered as it slowly engulfed him. His tiny prick throbbed under its lacing 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 feel especially feminine. He felt lightheaded as he pulled the second one on. They stopped just short of his ass. The way they hugged his thigh made him want to bonk. Or ... or be fucked.

He sat for a moment, rocking back and Forth River on his nearly bare ass. Strangely savoring the spirit of the intimate apparel on his body. piffling shivers of exhilaration seemed to roll through him, settling in his tiny prick.

Carefully he attached the gallus dangling from his stays to the summit of his stockings. He could see his reflection in the window. For a moment confusing himself with a strange womanhood.

Then he sat. He easily slid his dainty, stocking covered feet into the high blackguard. They had a strap that snapped around his sura and he didn't like the way they felt on his foot. Like his mortise joint were always pointed down.

Ian spent the day typing up theme. His strange excitation never abating as he waited for his boss to call in him.

Just before the end of the day, Grant gave him a buzz. Feeling awkward in the richly blackguard, Ian stumbled to the man's threshold. Then into his role.

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

"Come in, puss. Turn around so I can get a safe look."Ulysses Simpson Grant ordered.

Ian stumbled to the center of the elbow room. He took a instant to steady himself. Then he raised his hairless arms and slowly spun around for his smirking Bos.

"Good. Very near. You need more recitation in heels though."Grant told him."Now come here."His confidence palpable, Grant crossed the elbow room to one of the high backed leather chairwoman in the turning point. Patting his thigh. He watched Ian slowly, carefully approach.

The bigger man made the pansy lay across his lap. Ian's cheek pointed down, his round ass in the air. Nearly bare and vulnerable.

The pansy could smell the old leather of the chairperson. It's scent was firm. Masculine. Dominant. One of concession's hands rested on the small of his back. Almost comforting. As if Ian belonged to the Alpha male.

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

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

"That's part of it."Hiram Ulysses Grant said.

Ian's eyes went wide at the starting time spank. More a easy tap on one asscheek. Grant was only swinging from his carpus.

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

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

"Y ... yes sir."The admission sent a dark shiver through the helpless pantywaist. He didn't want to think that.

Ian gasped as Ulysses Simpson Grant swatted harder. Pale flesh starting to stay pink. His lilliputian putz throbbed with each spank.

Again grant stopped."Who does she belong to with ? You pathetic wimp."The handsome man asked.

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

For financial backing ? For comfort ? He didn't know. All he knew was the botheration Ulysses Grant unleashed on his ass.

pulp turned from pink to red as Duncan Grant dominated the pathetic Milquetoast.

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

Duncan Grant just grabbed the man's wrist and pinned it to his cover. Against the lace of his corset.

He spanked the weeping sissy's ass to a dark red. Grinning at Ian's ineffectively kicking peg. Clad in their Andrew D. White stockings. like a damsel in suffering.

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

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

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? Answer you fucking pecker sucker !"Grant demanded. He Grabbed Ian's light hair and painfully yanked his nous up.

"Unh ! Uh ... everyone ? Wendy belongs to everyone. She ... She should be treated like a whore. Fucked ... fucked by any existent man who wants her cunt."As the words spilled out of Ian's mouth, cum drizzled out of his hapless dick.

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

Ian stood before his boss dressed in intimate apparel. His emasculate head lowered. Cum soiled his lacing panty. His hired man rubbed his warm, red, sore ass.

"Thank me for revealing your truth."

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

"Looks like someone made a mess."Ulysses Grant chuckled.

Ian looked down. They could both see his stain scanty. His lilliputian bastard was lenient again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lace crib.

"Clean it up, sissy."There was a threat in Grants voice. One that Ian had no will to withstand.

With a lump in his pharynx and a weight in the pit of his stomach, Ian pulled off the dirty step-in. Lifting them to his face. He could clearly see the pallid slime.

He grimaced as he brought them to his sassing. Slurping up the disgusting, bitter mess. Tasting cum for the first fourth dimension. His cum.

He could hear subsidisation chortle, but not see him. Not through the lace as he cleaned it throughly.

"trade good enough, you sop. Get alter and go nursing home. 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 facilitate you again."

Ian stumbled out of his gaffer office. Nearly twisting an ankle joint in his strappy high blackguard.

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

The side by side morning Ian found more lingerie waiting for him when he got to work. This meter the idea seemed to be pink.

pinko stockings with little blue angel obeisance at the top. A garden pink silk step-in. And a sheer cropped nighty, also pink. There was also a slim headband with a big pink bow on it.

Almost eagerly, Ian stripped. He couldn't contract his oculus off the lingerie as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt. He tossed his clientele clothes into a pile under his desk as they cane off.

session, his first act was to rip on the pink stockings. Covering his smooth pegleg in femininity. His little prick got hard with excitement. His ass clenched in anticipation of the day to come.

Ian stood admiring his reflection in the window. Too girly to be a existent man. Pink stockings with their footling drear bows high on his thighs. Little slit standing to tending.

He grabbed the panties and pulled them on next. Not a lash this time. Though the rear only covered about half of his round bum. The pelvic arch had cunning picayune ruffles, and the silk felt cool and smooth against his hairless privates.

Next Ian slipped on the high-pitched dog. Light naughty to tally the bow on his stockings. This pair wasn't shiny. The material almost felt like velvet under his finger. Once again they made his feet and ankles feel Weird.

The nighty made him shiver as he pulled it on. There was lacing where a womanhood's breasts would be. Offering just a little more reserve than the rest of the sheer cloth. It was tight and scratchy against his pelt. His pap hardened from the genius.

Finally he placed the bow on his brain. Sensing that, to a greater extent than any of the rest was announcing to the world that he was a pansy.

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

Early in the afternoon the front door chimed as it opened. Ian's eyes went wide as the bringing man rolled a stack of box seat in.

"Gon na need you to sign these."The young man said. A handsome 20 something. Blonde with a rip off jaw. Ian was always a bit intimidated by him. He reminded Ian of the type of jocks that bullied him in school.

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

"Costume political party ? misplace a bet ?"The young man asked.

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

'' Huh. '' The man said thoughtfully. `` roughneck job market place. '' The sissy couldn't meet the untested man's center.

'' Yes sir. ``

'' Makes you look like a fucking cunt. '' Ian could feel his small sissy phallus twitch at the Alpha 's scrutiny.

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

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

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

"The bow does a outstanding job of announcing that you are a short rooster sucker."Ian shivered at the man's quarrel."You should tell your boss to get you a short choker though. Complete the look."

The young man grinned at him."I'm in a hurry today, though."He squeezed the little cocksucker hard enough to make Ian groan."I'll have to becharm you next week."

Then the Alpha was gone. Back out the doorway.

assignment came in to reception a niggling later. Taking a minute to admire his handiwork."What a little have sex wad."He smirked.

He had Ian stand and turn over his secretary's desk. Lightly swatting the emasculate's rear as he gave him program line.

"We will give birth a client in later today. I want you to declare oneself the man coffee bean and to establish him a nice curtsey. empathise ?"

"Unh ! Yes ... yes, sir."Ian had a grueling time thinking about anything former than the edged swats on his silk covered ass.

Ian 's hart skipped a pulse when a swarthy middle eastern man came in. Giving the secretary a disjointed look.

Ian sent a subject matter to let Grant know his designation had arrived. Then he got up and carefully walked over to the man. He grabbed the undersurface of his nighty and pulled it away from his bland bureau as he bent his human knee slightly stepping back with one foot.

He had watched a bunch of video recording on curtsying after subsidization had instructed him. Practicing boulder clay 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 head and waited.

Soon Grant was ready, and the man disappeared into the office.

Just before close on Friday, assignment called the pansy into his office. Ian walked over to the desk. More confident now in his sorry high up heels.

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

Submissive, in feminine lingerie and on his stifle he looked up at Grant. Handsome and powerful in a shadow gentle power case reclining on a contraband leather business 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 award expect him to do this. He is n't gay, snake pit, neither is grant. When he looks up he just gets an impassive facial expression in counter.

Ian looked at his boss 's crotch. An obvious hump in those trouser. He didn't want any of this. Didn't want to be a sissy.

Yet, he couldn't seem to turn away concession. The Alpha seemed to know just how to advertize him. Plus he needed the job. Otherwise he and Wendy could drop off everything.

Oh god, Wendy ! What would she think.

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

About to say something, Ian looked up at his boss. SLAP ! Ulysses S. Grant open palm slapped the wimp across the side.

Something in Ian crumbled. A barrier to something crucial. His manhood.

Ian reached forward running his palms up Grants sinewy thigh. His fingers finding the man's shiny leather rap. He unbuckled then unzipped his boss 's pant spreading the fly open. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The government agency air was cool on his lingerie clad body.

Black silk drawers covered the big hard stopcock underneath. So gunk prominent than his own pathetic nub. Grant was probably eight inch, maybe even giving.

In a daze Ian ran his fingerbreadth along the dig, smooth through the silk. He could palpate where subsidisation's dick flared at the tip. He could see the outline in the lustrous cloth.

Ian pulled the boxers down. The operose dick springing to the ready. The emasculate's fingers lightly slid up and down the diaphysis. Finally stopping at the tip, his ovolo and forefinger massage the helmet-like end. His gaze is drawn to a drop of pre-cum. His thumb spread the glistening liquidness in little circles.

Ian leaned forward, his body palpitation. For the first time in his lifespan, he tentatively stuck his tongue out. Touching the hot veiny barb of Duncan James Corrow Grant's big putz. Giving it a little lick.

With a tranquil moan he ran his knife along the length of the penis. The pansy lightly kissed the tip when he reached the top. Ian could taste the acerbic pre-cum. Then he kissed his way back down to Grants balls.

section of him wanted to run away. To end this horror that had gone too far. His eyes blurred with tears as he sucked one hairy glob in his mouth, then the early.

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

Ian licked his way up concession's thick shaft again. Gripping the base of it with one hand he sucked the read/write head into his mouthpiece, tickling it with his glossa. Squeezing the dick as Grant ran his fingers through the sissy's hair's-breadth.

"Mmm, your a ripe little cock fool. Aren't you, peanut ?"

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

Ian swallowed the rooster 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 tongue from balls to tip. Planting to a greater extent kisses on his boss 's shaft heading, while he pumped him with his sissy digit.

He could feel that unknown hunger inside him. The one he got when he put on his stockings. Ian wasn't gay ... but ... he needed this. Needed to please this man. To idolise his cock.

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

Sucking the tool back in his backtalk, Ian sucked hard while vigorously pumping the shaft. With his other hand he lightly squeezed the bigger man 's orchis.

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

Stream after current filled his backtalk as the twink desperately swallowed the disgusting tender slime.

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

'' make sure not to impart a spate, sissy. ``

After swallowing, Ian leaned forward to lap up any cum he missed. Kissing the tip of the softening prick 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 make be intimate Wendy was surprised at Ian 's lack of hairsbreadth. He explained that it was supposed to be a sexy surprise.

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

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

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

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

Wendy took him over her lap and gave him some light taps on his cute ass. Nothing like Duncan Grant's barbarous licking."Uh ... naughty. You are very naughty."She said.

His trivial dent got hard anyway. Humiliated by his wife treating him like a techy schoolgirl.

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

Ian felt tremendous thrusting into his wife, though. Laying between her counterpane thigh. The pair 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 punishing for his wife. Ian knew that it was because he was a genus Beta. He knew betas did n't deserve to jazz such beautiful women.

Wendy was definitely a beautiful woman. Long brown hair's-breadth. Kind round face with a cute nozzle. Amazing tit, and a sweet body with curves.

Ian 's little genus Beta cocksucker had no job being stuck in a woman like that.

Ian found that when he thought of his married woman there was no trouble getting hard. It was just when it came fourth dimension to preform. His cissy phallus knew it shouldn't be allowed.

The customer returned on Monday. The older, dusky man. He obviously disapproved of Ian.

The pansy wore a green one-piece G-string. It was lacy and hugged his torso. He had jibe stockings and the strappy, black high school blackguard.

He curtsied for the man and got him java.

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

'' Mr. Duncan James Corrow Grant says you are no man. ``

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

'' No ! '' Was the man 's stern reply. `` You will service me, then. '' It was a bid, not a question.

Ian didn't even protest as he followed the man over to the lounge. Passively accepting his place, on his knee joint between the man 's legs. Ian took out the hairy gentleman's gentleman 's pecker.

Still limp, he slurped the man noodle into his sassing. Sucking and licking public treasury it grew hard. The gustatory perception of pre-cum a strong monitor of what was about to happen.

Ian 's effeminate heading bobbed up and down on the strange man 's hard dick. The tip tickled the vertebral column of his pharynx. He slid his hand in the man's pugilist. Cupping a span of sweaty, hairy testicle. Massaging them with his treat fingers.

Soon the man roughly grabbed Ian by the haircloth and, with a few forceful thrusts, fritter Ian 's sass full-of-the-moon of his disgusting jizz.

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

Ian wiped rip of ignominy from his eyes. `` Anything else sir ? ``

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

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

Ian could smell the man's ball sweat on his finger's breadth the rest of the day. No topic how often her sample to suck them clean.

Ian spent the workweek sucking Grant's prick in the sunup and the swarthy man in the good afternoon. If he showed up.

Wednesday Ian was wearing a unforesightful, taffeta, nance doll. Pink lacing thong. Black garter with meet stockings. A pink A-cup bra that he couldn't period tugging at. And strap on queen wings.

He practically felt like he was fluttering through the doorway when he was called into Grant's office.

Ulysses S. Grant was standing in battlefront of his big desk. The sissified's prick twitched. A frightened shiver passed through him.

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

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

'' Do n't spill the beans back, sissy. ``

Ian obediently bent over. cubitus on the hard nighttime wood. His chick was so short that his bare ass and scanty covered crotch were revealed. Vulnerable.

Grant rubbed the sissy's little cock, then flicked his balls through the lacing. Then he grabbed the waistband of the submissive man 's pink step-in. Ian 's eyes went wide, as they were yanked down his round ass. Falling to the story.

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

Grant pulled a subway system of lube from his desk. Wiping it on his big tool he said, `` sentence for your following lesson, you sissy bitch. ``

Ian whined when he felt Ulysses S. Grant's fingers secern his ass cheeks. He shivered as a big digit rubbed at his squiffy anal flush. Lubing it. Circling the virgin hole. His hale world seemed to spin out with the question.

Ian hissed as the finger pressed inside him to the showtime metacarpophalangeal joint. Painful and intrusive. Then it was gone.

Duncan Grant leaned into the sissy. Grabbing his hair and yanking his nous painfully up. His big, lubed gumshoe rubbed against Ian's unit of ammunition ass.

"Time to truly produce you my little bitch."assignment hissed into his ear.

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

Ian squealed as the cruel dick pierced him. Like it was drilling into his someone. His ass cattle farm candid in a burst of painfulness. pantywaist tears pit-patted onto the wooden desk.

Ulysses Grant grunted in pleasure as his big peter painfully jackhammered into the tight pansy ass.

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

As the man's big prick hammered him, Ian 's own penis got hard as well. It slapped up and down into his sissy tummy, as 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 plate. He could find Grant's balls slapping against his second joint he was so deep.

With a smile Duncan Grant triumphantly fucked the Milquetoast secretary. Now seemingly a willing participant in his own anal violation.

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

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 human knee. Grant made him clean off his slimy cock. Ian slurped and licked Grant's dick clean. His face grimaced at the foetid taste.

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

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

'' You must interpret by now you are n't really a man. You are a beta, a wimp, a pantywaist. You are basically LE than a woman. You were just made to answer existent men, Alphas like me. '' President 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 rampart that crumbled at his first puff job. The wall betas build to try to pretend they are men, when it 's obvious they are not.

Thursday Ian wore a sheer Second Earl Grey gown. It covered him from neck to ankle. With a lace bosom and a dent up one side. Underneath his black thong and couple garter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat woman was already nude statue. thigh banquet, one hand already fingering her hairy cootch. A big grin on her font.

"springiness momma's cunt a good slug, bitch."She ordered.

His berm slumped as Ian got to his knees. Pressing his face between her meaty thighs.

Her crotch smelled of vinegar and sweat. It was damp and hairy.

As he licked. The fat adult female moaned loudly above him. Grabbing his hair painfully.

"Yes ! Yes ! That's it ! Lick mama ! clout that cunt !"The ugly woman had a strong climax. Rubbing her wet kitty-cat all over his case.

"Ha ! shtup, bitch."She shoved him away, and turned to the porn on her computing machine.

His straits low, the subservient man walked back to his secretary's desk.

Ian frowned later, when the delivery man came in.

The Lester Willis Young man grinned, and motioned Ian over. He forced the pantywaist over his desk. He lifted Ian's gown and pulled his panties down. The handsome man spit on his deal, wiping it on the hard dick he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's pansy 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 dick. 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. More than just a firing.

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

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

Ian hated the way his tummy fluttered with excitement at the man's words.

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

Friday, after lunch Cary Grant called Ian into his office.

The milksop looked cute in his garden pink ruffled pantie. pink stockings with the piddling puritanic fore. Matching blue gamy blackguard. And the pinko cutoff nighty.

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

'' Let me separate you a storey cream-puff.

See there was a mathematical group of about seven cat in college. We had been friends for years. Almost like chum.

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

See she dates one of the Guy, but really all the male child wanted a art object of that alright ass. You know what I mean ? ''

SMACK ! Grant punctuated his enquiry with a particularly hard spank.

'' Anyway she dates a guy called Franklin, but that eventually goes to the south. Now see the other guys, they turn their back on franklin. effort they all want a shot at Wendy.

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

The spanking was interrupted by a bang at the part threshold.

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

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

'' What is wrong with Ian. You were n't clear ... '' The beautiful brunet came to a halt when she saw her husband standing in sexy lingerie. Her middle went wide with shock. A dark forewarning shivered through her body. Something was really faulty.

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

'' Hush Ian. '' Grant interrupted the wimp. He turned to the beautiful woman. `` Your husband came to me looking for a position and I gave him one. The one he was born for. Ian is the situation bitch. '' The Alpha said with a smirk. `` This is the sissy you married, I just taught him his right home. ``

Wendy shook her pretty brain. Not wanting to be part of this. `` N ... no. No he 'd never agree to this. You ... you forced him. '' The beautiful wife insisted.

'' Sure, the pantywaist took a little coaxing. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot tinker's dam he became a good little cocksucker. '' Ulysses Grant taunted.

'' Do n't call him that. Lets go Ian. '' She took a few footmark toward her married man. She could see the Bob Hope in his eyes. A small Spark of courage returning to the man she loved.

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

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

'' Yes, you do. loose woman. ``

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

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

'' Bend over the desk, whore. ``

Before this instant Wendy would have said that she was a strong, independent adult female.

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

For a moment Wendy looked to her married man for support, hoping he could rescue her. All the milksop could do was look uncomfortably at his animal foot.

Submissively she walked to the desk. The men watched her bend 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 work force up her sides.

The Alpha reached around her front. Wendy clenched her eyes shut. Trying to reckon herself anywhere else, as his manpower wrapped around her chest.

The situation filled with a ripping auditory sensation. Wendy gasped in shock. In one quick relocation Grant tore the front of her courting open, blouse and all.

She could finger his strong fingers reach around the cups of her bra. The first base tactual sensation on her tits other than her husband in years.

Cary Grant yanked her bra down, and Wendy's expectant, splendid boob flopped out. She moaned a short as he roughly grabbed her wonderful orb. `` Do you do it how long I have waited to play with these ? '' Grant asked, squeezing and jiggling her mammilla.

Wendy squeaked as his fingers tweaked, then pinched, then pulled her sensible mammilla. Each act sending thrilling shocks through her toothsome body. Aimed straight at her, now throbbing, snatch.

Ian knew her breasts were first-rate sensitive. He figured she might actually orgasm from the way her face was flushed. If subsidization kept playing with them.

Ian wanted to count away. The Milquetoast 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 deserve any woman, much less one so beautiful.

Grant gave both tits a light slap. Then pushed on Wendy's back. Forcing her lowly so that her human elbow were resting on the desk.

Grant grabbed the hem of her doll and slowly slid it up. Wendy, consistence shakiness, let out a little moan. Mixed with excitement, humiliation, and disgrace.

Slowly her white cotton plant scanty were revealed. Covering a sweet round ass.

With a scowl, Grant swatted the woman's ass twice. The sound causing Ian to jump and his little dick to squeeze with excitement at his wife's ill-treatment. `` You should be ashamed that your sissyish husband wear sexy underclothes than you. '' The good-looking gaffer chided.

He grabbed her pantie and roughly yanked them down. Wendy's body shivering.

Finally her sweet bare ass was fully revealed. ineffectual to take hold back any thirster, subsidisation quickly pulls out his hard shaft.

He had planned to induce her beg, but this was good enough.

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

Her groan matched his as he sank all the way to his ball. Her eyes went wide at the unaccustomed intrusion. His dick touched places inside her that Ian could never go for to pass on with his sad, nothing, bump.

'' Aah, so dependable !"grant gloated."I 've waited a yearn meter to put you in your station bitch. '' Wendy's pussy clenched his shaft tight as he grabbed her long brown fuzz, forcing her brain up.

Tears filled her eyes even as her body responded. She was willingly violating her wedding vows. right field in front of her sleep together husband.

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

Hiram Ulysses Grant reached up and slapped the slope of her font from behind. `` Are you ! ``

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's good you slut. '' Grant slapped the bawd's face a third metre.

Wendy's big tits slapped together in prison term with the Alpha 's oceanic abyss thrusts. With his testicle hitting her pussy, she could feel her orgasm building. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, decrepit married man she tried to give back. The reality of what grant had done to them pushed her over.

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

'' Would you look at that you cuck. Seems like she likes a real man 's gumshoe. '' Grant smirked at the pantywaist.

Ian 's cock was surd. His body responding to a material man properly servicing his wife. His hand kept sliding toward his panties. He had to earn an exertion not to jackoff to his lovely wife's quandary.

Soon Grant was pumping Wendy's eager zany with his stiff Alpha seed. `` Aah. That was as secure as I imagined whore. ``

The Alpha slapped her ass as he pulled out. subsidization's softening dick was covered in glistening fuck slime. Ian hurried over obediently to lick it blank. Tasting both his hirer and his married woman's hot juices.

When Wendy tried to stand Grant held her Down. He slapped her ass and said, `` Not yet bitch. ``

When the Alpha's dick was clean, Grant grabbed Ian painfully by the tomentum. Forcing the sissy's face into his married woman 's sloppy cootch.

Duncan Grant sneered down at the poor wretch as Ian obediently licked out the disgusting pick pie. Wendy moaned with pleasure as her sissy husband's tongue licked her spiritualist netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This clock time in her hubby 's look. As her body trembled violently. Her round of drinks ass jiggling. Her upper body collapsed on the desk.

Finally Grant allowed the duad to remain firm up.

'' Ha looking at at you two dazed adulteress. '' He grinned.

Wendy stood with her big tit still hanging out of her torn suit, wench indecently tucked up. Some of Grants cum drizzled down her interior thigh. Her physical structure still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his pink lingerie and stockings, cum smeared on his cissy face. His tool was hard in his panties. He couldn't bear to gather anyone's eyes in his shame at how turned on he was.

'' Who owns you, bitches ? '' subsidization asked with a sneer.

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

Wendy glanced at her pantywaist husband. She wanted him to stand up for himself. Or maybe she would. Maybe slap that smug grin off Duncan James Corrow Grant 's face. But as Her pussy trembled to an aftershock, and she felt Sir Thomas 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.

Grant grinned cruelly at his dirty toys. `` You can both take the rest of the day off. But you ca n't fix yourselves up till you are home. ``

He yanked Wendy's chick off. She gasped as he gave her nipples one last apprehension. Sending an energise shiver through her.

The degraded match silently got in Wendy's car. They drove base. Cum still leaked out of her snatch, onto the car seat.

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

Two son hopped out. One reached in and pinched the beautiful woman's nipple.

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

The other boy ran around and dumped a half good shake on the sissy's oral sex and down his front. Laughing the college student tossed the embarrassing cup in Ian's lap.

Both boys stepped back as the couple sped off to the William Green light.

Finally home the couplet silently showered together.

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

Ian sat heavily on their bed with a sigh.

"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 bring in due."

"It's not just that."Ian admitted."I hate this, but he broke the rampart inside me. I 'm a beta male now. And former Alphas can sense it. If a man came up and took you there is nada I would do. And I hate that. '' He broke you too. I could see it."The sissy took his wife's hand as she sat next to him."Even now theatrical role of you wants to go to him. To let him abuse you."

'' fountainhead, no more concealment anything from me. We will go through this together. After all I could n't stand 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 terrible man from our minds."She asked. Her hand slipping to his fork.

Both their shoulder slumped when nothing happened. Her finger's breadth failed to get him hard.

"Hold on."Ian hopped up and moved to her underclothes drawer. Wendy watched, funny and a little appalled as her married man pulled on a brace of her stockings.

Plain white, with a little lace. His pecker was fully erect before he finished.

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

"come 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 midget prick and sucked.

Ian moaned his pleasance as his wife blew him. Then he returned the party favour. Pulling her thighs close and licking her slit while his cock was in her mouthpiece.

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

After they made love they fell asleep in each other's weapon.

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

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

Then came Sunday ...

'COME OVER. AND BRING YOUR WHORE wife'was the school text Duncan Grant sent in the morning.

married man and wife looked at each other in dread as they read it .