generator note- this write up includes non-consensual, jolty, and coerced sex. As well as uncoiled and bi-sexual sex.

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Wendy moaned as her husband slowly licked around her pussy. She grabbed the sheets in her X. An sexual climax rising excruciatingly slowly in her.

Ian was big at cunnilinctus. He practiced often on his wife. Delighting in the way his tongue could give her pleasure.

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 inaugural and sole sentence. After that he always tried to start his lovemaking by going down on his partners. Not that there were many.

He was lucky to stimulate Wendy. Ian was a tranquillity, 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 protagonist and felt trapped in a job he didn't like.

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

Ian lapped up his wife's succus as her second joint trembled and she moaned loudly.

He kissed his way up her dead body. Past her downy pubic hair. Across her diffused pot to her large breasts. Ian was a breast man and he loved Wendy's massive E-cup tits. At xx five they were still full and perky. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally have got a little sexual climax just from playing with her mamilla.

Wendy put a deal on the binding of her married man's neck as he gently squeezed and kissed her tits. She rubbed her slick thigh against his side. Her wet kitty was fix for its next round of bliss.

Ian grabbed his cock. Fully erect at three inches. He rubbed the tip against his wife's kitty-cat, especially her clit. Wendy spread her legs for him. A enjoy invitation for his sexual closeness. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His small penis didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the face endings at the first step to her love channel.

Ian didn't go long. He never did. His little prick 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, gymnastic body. She couldn't get six battalion abs, just a picayune too soft. But that translated to a sweet bout ass and big tits.

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a warm washout up. A rung friendly face with a cute clit nose, and long lustrous brown hair. It was wavelike and fell well past her shoulders. Her live up to thoughtfulness smiled back at her.

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

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

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to sleep.

Mr. Franks was a break one's back number one wood. Ian didn't like his boss. the man only cared about quotas. Not the great unwashed. Still the young man tried to function hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to save their nice sign of the zodiac.

It was two stories and in a prissy neighborhood. A outstanding seat to raise a family. Which they would as soon as they were a bit more secure.

Ian worked in ‘ The Pen.'It's what Mr. hotdog called the way where his twenty two direct subordinate worked at their desks. Facing the usually close up door to the big man's office.

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

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

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

"Do ... do you need 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 representative was barely a narrow escape.

"soul made a mistake. A big goddamn mistake."The big man straightened Ian's lapels on his clit up shirt. In full view of anyone who wanted to find out."Do you know who made that slip ? You limp dick, milk sop ?"

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You niggling pansy. How the piece of tail you can go home and fuck your married woman as such a pathetic failure is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

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

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

"No buts, except your wife's hot beat one, and your little pantywaist one. No mistakes. Period."the cruel man taunted.

Ian couldn't stop the disturbing epitome of the big chief telling him all this while fucking Wendy from seat. bent grass over the potable table at the vacation party. Her courteous red, velvet clothes pulled up to her waist as the sweaty man pounded her pale ass from behind. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the floor next to them. His severely little penis getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.

in his visual sense, Mr. Franks would strain up, yanking down the top of Wendy's frock. Her big teat get onto out as an climax overtakes her. Her expression a mask of ecstasy as ...

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

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

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

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

That night Wendy comforted him on the sofa. 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 grinning."tone better ?"

"You make everything better. I love you so much."He gave her a light 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. Edward White cotton bra covering most of her big breasts.

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

Ian frowned when his piddling dick stayed soft. How could he hump his wife ? Not even Wendy hugging and tugging at the sad little thing could get it to inflame up.

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

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

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

She lightly rubbed herself between her thighs. turned on than she has been in month. But without any relief. She didn't want to do anything that might wake him.

The side by side day at her own piece of work, Wendy closed and locked her billet door.

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

She pulled up some motion picture of buff men in speedos. Then hiked up her skirt. Her deal slipping into her white cotton wool pantie.

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

She didn't last long as her fingerbreadth played. She bit the vertebral column of her clenched fist when she came. In an endeavor to keep quieten.

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

Even the lovemaking of his life.

It didn't assist that she tended to crop 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 cooler top. It did slight to blot out her red lace bra, and was cut off to show her tum. It was matched by bantam workout boxers.

No doubt she would have just said it was something comfortable to jade hanging out with Quaker. But Ian was pretty sure enough the looks the son gave her when she wasn't looking were less than friendly.

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

They were big men. substantial men. Hunters and detergent builder. Men into sports. Alpha men.

Ian was none of those thing.

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

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

"real bumpy man. What are you going to do ?"The bountiful man asked.

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

"What about the house ?"

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

"I may have something."subsidization told him."My supporter left recently. The pay is probably close to what you were making. Certainly secure than unemployment."Grant gave him a smiling."It's basically repository study, but it would just be temp. cashbox you find something better."

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

Tonight there were six of the boys at the company. Plus three of their married woman. Chunky women, but not unattractive. chosen as partners more for their big tit than any other grounds.

Ian watched morosely as the night drew on and the boys got more booze.

He waved his hands and refused to play when they started up a secret plan of married person pong.

"We're going to be odd teams then."Ben insisted. His smiling wife leaning on his arm. Already a couple sheets to the wind.

"Are you surely love ?"Wendy asked."We used to play in college when we had enough people."

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

"We can be cooperator, 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 hands excitedly. She gave her husband a smile as they walked outside.

Ian followed to the terrace. Suddenly nervous. He didn't want to be there. He wanted to beg his wife to forget, but that would be too awkward.

Two match stood at either end of a Ping River pong tabular array with cups laid out. Certain cups were dissimilar colors, Ian noticed.

The game began. Everyone soon drinking. Until hank got a orchis in an odd colored cup.

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

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

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

Is was a issue of second before Ian's wife grabbed the bottom of the inning of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She got a few whistles at her telling cleavage.

Ian's slight cock stirred as his wife was ogled by their friends. aid that she didn't seem to listen.

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

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

"I doubt anyone wants to see someone else's married woman naked."Grant said with a smirk. practically to Ian's relief."How about penalization. opposite word cleaning lady gives a lilliputian spank."

Wendy bent over the tabular array. Giggling in her drunkenness. Tilda giving her lace covered ass a dozen swats as the brunette gasped.

Gradually all the wife were stripped to their underwear. Each was spanked a twain multiplication before the secret plan was over.

The end of the game seemed to be the end of the company. Ian started to collect their things.

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

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

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

They walked back out to the terrace. Out to the deck. Hank was waiting. Some others were already in the tub. subsidisation, 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 underclothing. Hiram Ulysses Grant helped her down. Letting her set next to him.

"real number men go au naturel, buddy."Hank said, pulling off his blue jean. Ian's eyes boggle at the man's immense putz. Easily twice as big as his and it wasn't even severe.

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

His face going red, Ian stripped nude. The group went silent when they saw just how small 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 member was trying to hide back up inside his body. Just a little nub proving he wasn't a man. In social movement of these obvious Alphas.

Mercifully no one said anything about his penis.

The boys talked about some great prison term in college. prank and company long forgotten.

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

In the end Ian didn't have much of a choice. It was not a great country for masses in his business organisation.

Ulysses Grant gave him a big smile when he came into work a few Day 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 area right outside Grants big office. His desk was shiny and forward-looking. As was receipt. Where as Grant had a goliath mahogany desk. Tall dark bookshelves. A leather sofa and a span of leather, eminent backed chairwoman next to a table in a niche.

"This is Amy."The handsome man introduced him to the only other person working in the office."She takes tending of the data processor and makes for sure our internet is running,"

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred hammer and untempting. She had oily skin and little bristles of fuzz on her blobby face.

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

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

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

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

The rest of the week passed quite nicely. Ian was even able to get erect for a round of lovemaking over the weekend.

Then Mon dayspring happened.

"Ian, chum. You made some mistake on this form."Grant set a newspaper publisher down on the receptionist desk.

"Oh ? Oh, sorry."Ian responded. It was true there were a couple of grammar error.

But grant wasn't finished."This isnt like your hold out job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have lots to give you. You little wimp."Ian's oculus went round of golf at the casual insult."So, do better."

But unfortunately just after lunch,"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 sleep together 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 boss turned to go back into his billet."I can't imagine why she would stay with a twink like you."

Then again, just before the close of line of work. Another paper on his desk.

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

Ian just shook his head. rip in his eyes, not able to bank his vocalization.

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

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

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

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

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

He did go place that night. He really didn't have a choice. He had been sending out resumes, but received no interestingness.

That Night he thought he would have a trouble getting hard again, but he didn't.

His fiddling dick was hard as a rock when he went down on his wife. Though he couldn't get Ulysses Grant's words out of his head.

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

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

Then came Friday. His hirer seemed cheerful all day. No affront or anything. Even though Ian got back a couple reports with minor errors on them.

Then allot called the modest 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 misunderstanding. I need to have something from you to ready up for that. That's fair isn't it, Ian ?"

"Uh ... I guess."

"If you were a misbehave piddling missy I'd spank you, Ian. Perhaps we should start out there."

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

"If you want to keep your job, drop your pant and crook over my desk."Grant said coldly.

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

"Unimaginative. White cotton legal brief ?"Grant scoffed."That's what a minuscule boy would wear."

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

Ian let out a meek little oink with each stinging strike, more like a whimper. He hadn't been so humiliated in a long time. Hiram Ulysses Grant's strong hand firmly paddled his round of drinks epicene ass.

If Ian was a real man he wouldn't point of view for such treatment. Instead tears freely trailed down his cheeks as he gasped to each stern bump.

"You enjoyed it Ian."Grant chided when he finally stopped. The sissyish shook his question, no."Your goober bump says otherwise."

The self-aggrandizing man slid a helping hand between Ian's thighs. The weeping man clenched them, but was ineffective to hold back Duncan Grant's digit from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's petty hard-on.

"If you are going to enjoy it, I will own to get more imaginative. open your legs wide."

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

Ian squealed as Duncan James Corrow Grant swung upward. Slapping the cissy's sensible scrotum. Each strike sent shock absorber of pain through Ian's physical structure. His sight flash red.

His hammer and orb 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 slack water back on. Worried that he would get in fuss if he asked permission to clean himself up. Then he left. His regard downcast. Not able-bodied to look concession in the eyes.

He had to take home base like that. Cum drying in his underclothing. His ass sore against the seat. His tiny globe throbbing with pain.

That Night he couldn't get hard for Wendy again. She asked him what was legal injury. He just told her it was the job search.

After she dozed off he couldn't helper thinking about the spanking. His little prick getting hard under the cover charge. His mitt stroked his little nub side by side to his sleeping wife.

Thoughts of his gaffer's penalization driving him to cream his shorts again. Ashamed, he went into the bathroom to clean up.

On Monday Grant motioned Ian into his office as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be more of a man than to show back up."His hirer taunted with a smirk."fountainhead, if you are going to be the office staff sissy it's time to embark on acting like it. ingest off your shirt and pants."

Ian wasn't sure what was going to happen when he came in that forenoon. 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."assignment stepped close. Looming over the littler man."You are a beta sissy. And you will be treated as such. strip show !"

Quickly Ian got down to his briefs.

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

Ian stripped out of his tidy-whities. Blushing as he revealed his tiny phallus again. The little affair throbbing to an erection despite the awful site.

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

Ian gasped through a dozen sharp spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my dress ?"

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

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

Around ten in the morn Amy came into receipt. That was a rare natural event. She spent near of her solar day sitting around her desk in the computer elbow room watching pornography.

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

Ian's heart went wide at the opinion, but he does as told. The fat woman laughed as her meaty hands beat a staccato rhythm method on his turn 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 short circuit as he stood.

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

It was basically admittedly. indulgent he was to a lesser extent than in column inch. Just a little hump. His musket ball were his but proof of manhood. Though they were tiny too. Like shriveled raisins.

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

Ian gasped when the grotesque charwoman 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 Milquetoast swelling back and forth a pair metre before blowing him a kiss and heading back to her workplace sphere.

The succeeding two mean solar day continued like that. Ian would incur two or three humiliating spanks a day. Sometimes from fat Amy.

Always wearing those silk boxer.

At Nox he still couldn't get hard for his wife.

Then it was Th morning.

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

"Amy will take you to get waxed. Body hair is something a man has. Not you. When you get back your new employment clothes will be waiting. ``

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

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

The Fat cleaning woman directed him to some gob in the rampart massage parlor. Apparently run by her baby.

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

Ian quickly got bare and on the tabular array. Amy herself did the tomentum remotion. seat first, then the front. Everything below eyebrow stage.

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

Amy had him flip over and took slap-up roughshod enjoyment out of stripping around his hard little peanut. Especially the pain from stripping his egg.

After an hr, Ian 's organic structure was bare. Grinning at the suave pansy, Amy asked, `` You ever cheat on your wife ? ``

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

The ugly cleaning woman quickly stripped off her clothes. a big, pear shaped blob of naked adult female. She hopped on the tabular array. Hairy, moist, twat straddling the sissy 's crotch.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

'' We both know that 's not confessedly. Your epicene dick is just asking for mama 's seraphic puss. ``

It was true, the pain and humiliation had given his phallus a raging three inch bungle.

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

Soon, without wanting to, Ian shot a load into the mussy twat. Amy grinned at the milksop as she too orgasmed. `` Aaah ! That was swell. ``

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

He frowned down at the white lacing corset, matching thong pantie, and white thigh senior high school stockings. A consummate contrast to the dark upholstered chair.

Shirley Temple Black luxuriously blackguard lay on the trading floor beneath.

Resigned to his fate, Ian stripped. Taking off his men's slackness and clothes shirt, in preparation for wearing the adult female's lingerie. His bantam penis grew hard at the very thought.

He started with the panties. Stepping into the sensual underclothing designed for women. He slid the flip-flop up his newly smooth legs. The flyspeck back settled between his feminine ass cheeks. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a punishment for being a sex target. In the front, his penis fit snugly under the Andrew Dickson White lace. Even gruelling it stopped just forgetful of peeking out.

Ian stood for a moment wearing just the panties. His tegument tingled and a frisson rolled through him. He knew he should just walk out. leave-taking. There was no way he could accept this.

Next the lace corset went on. He struggled to get all the bait to hitch. minute of arc passed as he worked it. Standing in reception. Only the lacy lash to cover his ignominy.

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

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

Then he sat. Reaching down he slid the 1st silky, ovalbumin, stocking up his milksop leg. His eubstance shivered as it slowly engulfed him. His diminutive prick throbbed under its lace 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 womanly. He felt lightheaded as he pulled the second one on. They stopped just short of his ass. The way they hugged his second joint made him want to fuck. Or ... or be fucked.

He sat for a present moment, rocking back and forth on his nearly bare ass. Strangely savoring the spirit of the lingerie on his body. petty tingle of excitement seemed to roll through him, settling in his diminutive prick.

Carefully he attached the suspenders dangling from his stays to the meridian of his stockings. He could see his thoughtfulness in the window. For a consequence confusing himself with a strange woman.

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

Ian spent the day typing up paper. His foreign excitement 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 high hound, Ian stumbled to the man's threshold. Then into his office.

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

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

Ian stumbled to the center of the room. He took a here and now to becalm himself. Then he raised his hairless arms and slowly spun around for his smirking party boss.

"good. Very trade good. You need more drill in heels though."Cary Grant told him."Now come here."His sureness palpable, grant crossed the room to one of the high backed leather chairwoman in the recess. Patting his thigh. He watched Ian slowly, carefully overture.

The bigger man made the sissified lay across his lap. Ian's brass pointed down, his circle ass in the air. Nearly bare and vulnerable.

The pansy could smell the old leather of the chair. It's odor was strong. Masculine. dominant allele. One of subsidization's hands rested on the minor 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 piece of it."Duncan Grant said.

Ian's middle went wide at the first base spank. More a faint tap on one asscheek. Grant was only swinging from his wrist.

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

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

"Y ... yes sir."The access sent a dark shiver through the incapacitated pansy. He didn't want to consider that.

Ian gasped as subsidisation swatted grueling. pale flesh starting to stay pink. His tiny prick throbbed with each spank.

Again grant stopped."Who does she belong to with ? You piteous 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 smacking. The sissy squealed from the pain sensation. He gripped the leg of the old leather chair.

For support ? For puff ? He didn't know. All he knew was the botheration Grant unleashed on his ass.

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

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

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

He spanked the weeping sissified's ass to a dark red. Grinning at Ian's ineffectively kicking legs. Clad in their Patrick White stockings. like a damsel in distress.

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

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

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? Answer you fucking cock fall guy !"Grant demanded. He Grabbed Ian's short whisker and painfully yanked his headway up.

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

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

Ian stood before his hirer dressed in lingerie. His sissy head lowered. Cum soiled his lace step-in. His hired man rubbed his warm, red, sore ass.

"Thank me for revealing your truth."

"Th ... thank you sir."Ian simpered. snag in his eye and running down his sissy impertinence.

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

Ian looked down. They could both see his stained panty. His tiny slit was gentle again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lace crib.

"clean it up, sissy."There was a menace in assignment voice. One that Ian had no will to defy.

With a lump in his throat and a system of weights in the pit of his stomach, Ian pulled off the bemire scanty. Lifting them to his face. He could clearly see the pale goo.

He grimaced as he brought them to his lips. Slurping up the disgusting, biting flock. Tasting cum for the first time. His cum.

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

"Good enough, you sop. Get convert and go 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 aid you again."

Ian stumbled out of his chief spot. Nearly twisting an ankle in his strappy high heels.

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

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

Pink stockings with lilliputian blue bow at the top. A pink silk panty. 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 contract his eyes off the lingerie as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt. He tossed his business clothes into a mound under his desk as they cane off.

posing, his first act was to pull on the garden pink stockings. Covering his smooth peg in femininity. His little dent got difficult with excitement. His ass clenched in expectancy of the day to come.

Ian stood admiring his reflection in the window. Too girly to be a very man. ping stockings with their little dispirited fore high on his thighs. Little prick standing to attention.

He grabbed the panties and pulled them on following. Not a thong this prison term. Though the vertebral column only covered about half of his round bum. The hips had cute slight ruffles, and the silk felt cool and politic against his hairless crotch.

Next Ian slipped on the high school heels. Light blue to check the curtain call on his stockings. This duo wasn't shiny. The fabric almost felt like velvet under his finger. Once again they made his feet and ankle joint feel uncanny.

The nighty made him shiver as he pulled it on. There was lace where a adult female's white meat would be. Offering just a little more modesty than the rest of the sheer fabric. It was tight and scratchy against his pelt. His nipples hardened from the sensation.

Finally he placed the bow on his school principal. Sensing that, more than any of the rest period was announcing to the creation that he was a sissy.

Ian sat at his desk doing his paperwork. Though he would get up every half hr and manner of walking around the elbow room. Practicing in the eminent hound. Getting more confident in them as the day wore on.

Early in the afternoon the figurehead threshold chimed as it opened. Ian's centre went wide as the legal transfer man rolled a stack of boxes in.

"Gon na need you to sign these."The young man said. A bountiful twenty something. Blonde with a chiseled jaw. Ian was always a bit intimidated by him. He reminded Ian of the case of suspensor that bullied him in school.

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

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

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

'' Huh. '' The man said thoughtfully. `` baffling job market. '' The pansy couldn't meet the jr. man's centre.

'' Yes sir. ``

'' shuffling you look like a fucking bitch. '' Ian could find his little milksop phallus twitch at the Alpha 's scrutiny.

The deliverance boy reached down and grabbed Ian 's niggling tool through the silk panties. `` Looks like you like being a cunt though, do n't you ? ``

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

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

"The bow does a great job of announcing that you are a little peter sucker."Ian shivered at the man's give-and-take."You should tell your party boss to get you a niggling choker though. dispatch the look."

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

Then the Alpha was gone. Back out the door.

Grant came in to reception a little later. Taking a mo to admire his handiwork."What a slight screwing wad."He smirked.

He had Ian stand and bend over his writing table's desk. Lightly swatting the epicene's posterior as he gave him instructions.

"We will get a client in later today. I want you to declare oneself the man coffee tree and to give him a Nice curtsy. Understand ?"

"Unh ! Yes ... yes, sir."Ian had a hard sentence thinking about anything former than the sting swats on his silk covered ass.

Ian 's Lorenz Hart skipped a beat when a swarthy midsection eastern man came in. Giving the secretary a confounded look.

Ian sent a content to let Hiram Ulysses Grant know his assignment 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 smooth chest as he bent his genu slightly stepping back with one invertebrate 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 head and waited.

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

Just before close on Friday, Hiram Ulysses Grant called the sissy into his office. Ian walked over to the desk. More confident now in his dismal high blackguard.

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

Submissive, in feminine lingerie and on his knees he looked up at Duncan Grant. Handsome and powerful in a dark blue tycoon courtship reclining on a black leather position couch.

'' You know what to do sissy. '' subsidization 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 look in restitution.

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

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

Oh god, Wendy ! What would she opine.

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

About to say something, Ian looked up at his party boss. slap ! grant spread out palm slapped the wimp across the face.

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

Ian reached forward running his palms up Grants muscular thigh. His fingers finding the man's bright leather belt. He unbuckled then unzipped his boss 's pants spreading the fly surface. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The role air was cool on his lingerie clad body.

Shirley Temple Black silk boxers covered the big firmly cock underneath. So droppings larger than his own pathetic nub. Grant was probably eight inch, maybe even bigger.

In a daze Ian ran his fingers along the ray, smooth through the silk. He could sense where Ulysses Simpson Grant's dick flared at the tip. He could see the scheme in the shiny cloth.

Ian pulled the pugilist down. The hard cock springing to the ready. The sissy's fingers lightly slid up and down the scape. Finally stopping at the tip, his thumb and index massage the helmet-like end. His regard is drawn to a drop of pre-cum. His thumb spread the glistening liquidity in little circles.

Ian leaned forward, his torso trembling. For the first time in his aliveness, he tentatively stuck his natural language out. Touching the hot veiny slam of Grant's big tool. Giving it a fiddling punch.

With a lull moan he ran his tongue along the duration of the phallus. The Milquetoast lightly kissed the tip when he reached the top. Ian could savor the bitter pre-cum. Then he kissed his way back down to Grants testis.

part 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 chunk in his backtalk, then the early.

The sissy's little prick grew hard with the degrading act. grant moaned above him as Ian thoroughly cleaned the man's scrotum with his tongue. Rolling the balls around in his sassing and gently sucking on them.

Ian licked his way up President Grant's boneheaded jibe again. Gripping the floor of it with one bridge player he sucked the question into his sassing, tickling it with his glossa. Squeezing the light beam as Grant ran his fingers through the pansy's hair.

"Mmm, your a proficient little peter mark. Aren't you, peanut ?"

Ian just moaned as he took Thomas More and more of his bosses dick into his mouth, all the way to the rear of his throat public treasury he started to gag. Pulling it all the way out he gave the tip kisses as he pumped the midst ray with his fist.

Ian swallowed the putz again, all the way back. This metre holding it a bit longer. His eye watered as he gagged. Finally pulling it back out.

Ian ran his tongue from balls to tip. Planting more than kisses on his boss 's dick head, while he pumped him with his sissyish finger.

He could finger that strange lust 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 revere his cock.

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

Sucking the stopcock back in his lip, Ian sucked hard while vigorously pumping the putz. With his other hired hand he lightly squeezed the gravid man 's balls.

He could find when Grant's balls began to pump. The shaft in his sassing twitched as it shot bitter cum at the back of Ian 's pharynx.

watercourse after stream filled his mouth as the twink desperately swallowed the disgusting ardent gook.

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

'' make sure not to leave a mess, sissy. ``

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

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

subsidisation simply waved him away.

That night when they went to establish love Wendy was surprised at Ian 's lack of whisker. He explained that it was supposed to be a sexy surprise.

The beautiful char knew something was troubling her husband and thought this might be part of him trying to deal with it. He had been having a toilsome time getting erect. Probably from the stress of losing his job. They hadn't even tried to ready beloved since last weekend.

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

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

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

Wendy took him over her lap and gave him some light taps on his cute ass. zero like Grant's fell whipping."Uh ... naughty. You are very naughty."She said.

His piddling shaft got surd anyway. Humiliated by his wife treating him like a cranky schoolgirl.

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

Ian felt wonderful thrusting into his married woman, though. Laying between her spread thighs. The couple moaned together as they made dearest.

His orgasm came quickly as he thought about how humiliating it was that he could n't just get hard for his wife. Ian knew that it was because he was a beta. He knew beta did n't merit to be intimate such beautiful womanhood.

Wendy was definitely a beautiful woman. Long Brown University hair. sort round side with a cute nose. Amazing titty, and a sweet body with curves.

Ian 's short beta prick had no business 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 sissy phallus knew it shouldn't be allowed.

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

The milksop wore a green one-piece thong. It was lacy and hugged his dead body. He had matching stockings and the strappy, black gamy hound.

He curtsied for the man and got him coffee.

An hr later the man stepped back out of Grant's part, and walked to Ian 's desk.

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

Nervous, humiliated, and not surely 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 dictation, not a head.

Ian didn't even protest as he followed the man over to the couch. Passively accepting his topographic point, on his knees between the man 's legs. Ian took out the hairy valet 's rooster.

Still limp, he slurped the man noodle into his mouth. Sucking and licking till it grew hard. The gustatory sensation of pre-cum a strong reminder of what was about to befall.

Ian 's sissy header bobbed up and down on the strange man 's hard dick. The tip tickled the vertebral column of his throat. He slid his script in the man's boxers. Cupping a twain of sweaty, hairy balls. Massaging them with his dainty fingers.

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

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

Ian wiped tears of ignominy from his center. `` Anything else sir ? ``

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

'' No sir. '' The Milquetoast whispered, mostly to himself. Still on his knees as the man swiftly walked out the doorway.

Ian could smack the man's ball sweat on his digit the balance of the day. No matter how often her stress to suck them make clean.

Ian spent the week sucking Grant's prick in the break of the day and the swarthy man in the good afternoon. If he showed up.

Wednesday Ian was wearing a short, taffeta, fag wench. Pink lacing thong. blackamoor garter with meet stockings. A pinko A-cup bra that he couldn't stop tugging at. And strap on fairy backstage.

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

Ulysses Simpson Grant was standing in front of his big desk. The sissy's prick twitched. A fright 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 calendar week.

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

Ian obediently bent over. elbow joint on the difficult dark wood. His wench was so unforesightful that his bare ass and scanty covered crotch were revealed. Vulnerable.

Ulysses S. Grant rubbed the sissyish's little dick, then flicked his balls through the lace. Then he grabbed the waistband of the submissive man 's pink panty. Ian 's eyes went wide, as they were yanked down his round ass. Falling to the base.

'' Mmm, not perfective. '' Ulysses S. Grant said, giving the sissified ass a swat. `` Still it 's tight and sweetly. '' The big man gave the ass another playful spank, as he pulled out his cock.

Grant pulled a tube of lubricating substance from his desk. Wiping it on his big shaft he said, `` fourth dimension for your next lesson, you sissy slit. ``

Ian whined when he felt Grant's fingers separate his ass cheeks. He shivered as a big fingerbreadth rubbed at his tight anal flower. Lubing it. Circling the virgin hole. His whole earthly concern seemed to twirl with the apparent motion.

Ian hissed as the digit pressed inside him to the first knuckle. unspeakable and intrusive. Then it was gone.

Ulysses S. Grant leaned into the pantywaist. Grabbing his hair and yanking his point painfully up. His big, lubed dick rubbed against Ian's one shot ass.

"Time to truly make you my little bitch."Grant hissed into his ear.

Then with no more fanfare he took the shoemaker's last of Ian 's humanness. Spreading apart the chicken's asscheeks and pressing the tip of his cock to the effeminate's clenched pucker.

Ian squealed as the cruel dick pierced him. Like it was drilling into his soul. His ass bedspread open in a burst of nuisance. Sissy bust pit-patted onto the wooden desk.

Grant grunted in pleasure as his big dick painfully jackhammered into the miserly faggot ass.

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

As the man's big cock 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 afflictive grunting. His eubstance tingling all over. He couldn't help pressing back into the man violating him. Helping the Alpha painfully ram home. He could feel assignment's balls slapping against his thigh he was so thick.

With a smile President Grant triumphantly fucked the sissy secretary. Now seemingly a willing player in his own anal violation.

Soon Ian was coming all over the social movement of his boss 's desk. His cissy cum drizzling down the battlefront.

Grant had his own coming soon after. Filling the twink ass up with his masculine cum.

Pulling out he spun Ian around, pushing the twink to his knee. Grant made him clean off his slimy dick. Ian slurped and licked subsidisation's dick clean. His face grimaced at the nasty perceptiveness.

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

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

'' You must empathize by now you are n't really a man. You are a beta, a crybaby, a pantywaist. You are basically less than a char. You were just made to serve real men, Alphas like me. '' Cary 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 first C job. The wall betas build to try to venture they are men, when it 's obvious they are not.

Thursday Ian wore a sheer grey nightie. It covered him from neck to ankle. With a lace bosom and a pussy up one slope. Underneath his calamitous lash and touch garter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat woman was already nude painting. thigh spread, one hand already fingering her hairy cootch. A big smile on her aspect.

"Give mom's puss a good lick, bitch."She ordered.

His shoulder joint 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 woman moaned loudly above him. Grabbing his haircloth painfully.

"Yes ! Yes ! That's it ! Lick mama ! punch that puss !"The ugly cleaning woman had a strong climax. Rubbing her wet pussy all over his look.

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

His capitulum low, the slavish man walked back to his writing table's desk.

Ian frowned later, when the legal transfer man came in.

The Loretta 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 fine-looking man spit on his hand, wiping it on the laborious dick he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's pansy ass.

Ian grunted at the botheration and intrusion. Every day his oink sounded less like a man.

The Alpha reached around and gripped Ian 's hard trivial cock. Grunting with his campaign the man quickly pumped the sissy 's turncock 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 ejaculate first with the man stroking him. It actually felt nice. More than just a release.

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

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

Ian hated the way his potbelly fluttered with excitement at the man's language.

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 sissy looked cute in his garden pink ruffled panties. garden pink stockings with the trivial dismal bows. Matching blue high cad. And the pink cutoff nighty.

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

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

See there was a radical of about seven cat in college. We had been friends for geezerhood. Almost like brother.

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

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

smooch ! Ulysses S. Grant punctuated his question with a particularly knockout spank.

'' Anyway she dates a guy called Benjamin Franklin, but that eventually goes due south. Now see the former guy, they turn their back on franklin. Cause they all want a nip at Wendy.

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

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

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

When Ulysses Grant got to the door, he opened it with a grin. Letting Wendy tone in.

'' What is wrongly with Ian. You were n't light ... '' The beautiful brunette came to a stop when she saw her husband standing in sexy intimate apparel. Her eyes went wide with shock. A dark premonition shivered through her body. Something was really wrong.

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

'' Hush Ian. '' Hiram Ulysses Grant interrupted the crybaby. He turned to the beautiful woman. `` Your married man came to me looking for a position and I gave him one. The one he was born for. Ian is the situation kick. '' The Alpha said with a smirk. `` This is the sissy you married, I just taught him his proper place. ``

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

'' Sure, the Milquetoast took a piffling coaxing. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot shucks he became a full picayune whoreson. '' Ulysses Simpson Grant taunted.

'' Do n't hollo him that. Lets go Ian. '' She took a few steps toward her hubby. She could see the hope in his center. A small sparkle of courage returning to the man she loved.

'' Not if he wants to stay fresh his job. ``

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

'' Yes, you do. Slut. ``

'' No ! We are ... '' wham ! Duncan James Corrow Grant shut her up with a slap to her beautiful face.

What trivial promise and courageousness there was faded from Ian, as the red handprint faded from his married woman's pale cheek.

'' bending over the desk, whore. ``

Before this bit Wendy would let said that she was a strong, independent woman.

After the slap she felt obedient and humiliated. She wanted to run from the way crying, while her tingling soundbox wanted to state. To willingly hand up all its enigma.

For a moment Wendy looked to her husband for support, hoping he could deliver her. All the sissy could do was bet uncomfortably at his feet.

Submissively she walked to the desk. The men watched her twist over just enough to put her laurel wreath on the top.

subsidization walked up behind her. Ian could see a look of disgust on her human face as he slowly ran his hand up her slope.

The Alpha reached around her social movement. Wendy clenched her eyes shut. Trying to ideate herself anywhere else, as his hands wrapped around her bureau.

The office filled with a ripping sound. Wendy gasped in shock. In one fast move Cary Grant tore the front man of her cause open, blouse and all.

She could palpate his strong fingers reach around the loving cup of her bra. The first contact on her tits other than her husband in years.

Grant yanked her bra down, and Wendy's large, magnificent titty flopped out. She moaned a little as he roughly grabbed her wonderful globe. `` Do you know how long I have waited to work with these ? '' Grant asked, squeezing and jiggling her tit.

Wendy squeaked as his fingers tweaked, then pinched, then pulled her tender mamilla. Each act sending thrilling shocks through her voluptuous consistency. Aimed straight at her, now throbbing, pussy.

Ian knew her breasts were crack sensitive. He figured she might actually orgasm from the way her fount was flushed. If Grant kept playing with them.

Ian wanted to look away. The sissy wanted to pretend he wasn't so impotent. That his wife wasn't being molested in straw man 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.

Hiram Ulysses Grant gave both titty a loose slap. Then pushed on Wendy's back. Forcing her humiliated so that her elbow joint were resting on the desk.

Grant grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly slid it up. Wendy, physical structure palpitation, let out a little moan. merge with fervour, humiliation, and disgrace.

Slowly her clean cotton fiber pantie were revealed. Covering a perfumed round ass.

With a scowl, Ulysses S. Grant swatted the charwoman's ass twice. The sound causing Ian to stand out and his little dick to jerk with turmoil at his wife's contumely. `` You should be ashamed that your sissy husband habiliment sexier underwear than you. '' The better-looking boss chided.

He grabbed her step-in and roughly yanked them down. Wendy's body shivering.

Finally her sweet bare ass was fully revealed. Unable to hold back any longer, concession quickly pulls out his hard dick.

He had planned to constitute her beg, but this was commodity enough.

He grabbed her ass and spread her pussylips open with his pollex. Grinning at how wet she was. Then he shoved his careen voiceless hawkshaw into another man's wife. The long sought after cunt of his Quaker, Wendy.

Her moans matched his as he sank all the way to his balls. Her centre went wide at the unaccustomed usurpation. His dick touched places inside her that Ian could never hope to reach with his sad, nothing, bump.

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

Tears filled her oculus even as her dead body responded. She was willingly violating her wedding vows. Right in front of her screw husband.

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

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

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's right you slut. '' Duncan Grant slapped the harlot's case a thirdly time.

Wendy's big tit slapped together in fourth dimension with the Alpha 's deep thrusts. With his Ball hitting her slit, she could feel her orgasm edifice. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, weak husband she tried to view as back. The reality of what assignment 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 rattling man 's peter. '' Grant smirked at the sissy.

Ian 's dick was hard. His body responding to a actual man properly servicing his wife. His handwriting kept sliding toward his panty. He had to establish an effort not to jackoff to his cover girl wife's quandary.

Soon assignment was pumping Wendy's eager twat with his substantial Alpha semen. `` Aah. That was as thoroughly as I imagined whore. ``

The Alpha slapped her ass as he pulled out. subsidization's softening dick was covered in glistening fucking muck. Ian hurried over obediently to work out it make clean. Tasting both his boss and his married woman's hot succus.

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

When the Alpha's peter was clean, Grant grabbed Ian painfully by the hairsbreadth. Forcing the sissy's face into his married woman '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 sissy husband's tongue licked her sensitive netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This time in her married man 's face. As her body trembled violently. Her rung ass jiggling. Her speed body collapsed on the desk.

Finally Grant allowed the couple to stand up.

'' Ha look at you two dazed fornicatress. '' He grinned.

Wendy stood with her big mammilla still hanging out of her deplumate suit, skirt indecently tucked up. Some of grant cum drizzled down her internal thigh. Her body still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his garden pink lingerie and stockings, cum smeared on his sissy expression. His dick was hard in his step-in. He couldn't have a bun in the oven to meet anyone's eye in his shame at how turned on he was.

'' Who owns you, bitch ? '' Grant 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 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 pity.

Ulysses S. Grant grinned cruelly at his dirty toys. `` You can both take 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 finis collar. Sending an excited frisson through her.

The riotous yoke silently got in Wendy's car. They drove home. Cum still leaked out of her slit, onto the car seat.

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

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

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

The former boy ran around and dumped a one-half full shake on the sissy's straits and down his front. Laughing the college student tossed the sticky cup in Ian's lap.

Both boys stepped back as the couple sped off to the jet lightness.

Finally home the dyad 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 relieve oneself due."

"It's not just that."Ian admitted."I hate this, but he broke the rampart inside me. I 'm a genus Beta male now. And early Alphas can smell out it. If a man came up and took you there is zero I would do. And I hate that. '' He broke you too. I could see it."The sissy took his married woman's hand as she sat next to him."Even now office of you wants to go to him. To let him pervert you."

'' Well, no more blot out anything from me. We will go through this together. After all I could n't digest up to him either. '' Wendy assured him. `` And I know I will be wearing aphrodisiac 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 crotch.

Both their shoulder slumped when zilch happened. Her digit failed to get him hard.

"Hold on."Ian hopped up and moved to her underwear drawer. Wendy watched, rum and a little appalled as her hubby pulled on a twosome of her stockings.

plain livid, with a little lace. His dick 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 diminutive prick and sucked.

Ian moaned his joy as his wife blew him. Then he returned the party favor. Pulling her thigh close and licking her pussy while his cock was in her sass.

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

After they made love they fell asleep in each former's coat of arms.

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

Saturday was spent in gambling 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 tart married woman'was the text grant sent in the morning time.

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