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

************

Wendy moaned as her hubby slowly licked around her pussy. She grabbed the shroud in her ecstasy. 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 hold her delight.

In richly school his 2nd girlfriend had made fun of his small penis. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the first and only time. After that he always tried to start his lovemaking by going down on his collaborator. Not that there were many.

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

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

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

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

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

He kissed his way up her body. Past her downy pubic hair. Across her soft tummy to her bombastic breasts. Ian was a breast man and he loved Wendy's massive E-cup tits. At xx five they were still full and chirpy. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally consume a small orgasm just from playing with her breast.

Wendy put a hand on the back of her hubby's neck opening as he gently squeezed and kissed her mamilla. She rubbed her sleek thigh against his side. Her wet puss was fix for its next circle of walking on air.

Ian grabbed his cock. Fully erect at three in. He rubbed the tip against his wife's kitty, especially her clit. Wendy spread her leg for him. A loving invitation for his intimate intimacy. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His modest penis didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the cheek closing at the opening to her love canal.

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

"beloved you."Wendy said as she stood up and crossed to the bathroom. He watched her go. A beautiful womanhood. She had a curvy, athletic body. She couldn't get six pack abs, just a lilliputian too delicate. But that translated to a sweet round of drinks ass and big bosom.

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a quick wash up. A round favorable facial expression with a cunning button nose, and long sheeny brown hair. It was wavy and fell well past her shoulders. Her slaked musing smiled back at her.

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

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

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to kip.

Mr. weenie was a slave driver. Ian didn't like his boss. the man only cared about quotas. Not people. Still the young man tried to work hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to keep their nice mansion.

It was two stories and in a dainty neighbourhood. A great place to conjure up a family. Which they would as soon as they were a bit more secure.

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

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

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

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

"Do ... do you want 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 putting surface account."

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

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

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You little nance. How the ass you can go home base and have intercourse your married woman as such a pathetic failure is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

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

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

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

Ian couldn't stop the disturbing image of the big boss telling him all this while fucking Wendy from rump. Bent over the drinks tabular array at the holiday party. Her overnice red, velvety clothes pulled up to her waist as the sweaty man pounded her blanch ass from hindquarters. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the floor next to them. His hard minuscule member 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 tumble out as an orgasm overtakes her. Her face a mask of ecstasy as ...

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

Ian turned to get out. His buttock red with humiliation. His eyes glassy, near tears.

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

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

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

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

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

"But ... the house."

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

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

"How about I comfort you in a way only a woman can ?"She gave him a sly smile and pulled off her shirt. White 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 piddling dick stayed soft. How could he sleep together his wife ? Not even Wendy snuggling and tugging at the sad little matter could get it to stir up up.

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

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

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

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

The next day at her own body of work, Wendy closed and locked her post room access.

She couldn't tell Ian, but she was definitely lead unsatisfied from last night.

She pulled up some pictures of buff men in speedos. Then hiked up her skirt. Her deal slipping into her White cotton step-in.

Wendy's finger's breadth rubbed her quickly wet pussy. The slender digits touching her in much the same way as her husband's fiddling cock.

She didn't last long as her finger's breadth played. She bit the spine of her fist when she came. In an try to maintain quiet.

Ian didn't like parties. Especially with his wife's admirer. She would bound from mortal to person chatting and happy. He would sit in a corner. Forgotten by everyone.

Even the love of his life.

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

Wendy wasn't prone to wearing provocative apparel. Only on the rare function that they went out for a day of the month Nox.

She had on a thin tank top. It did slight to hide her red lace bra, and was cut off to demo her tummy. It was matched by tiny exercise drawers.

No doubt she would have just said it was something well-fixed to don hanging out with champion. But Ian was pretty sure the looks the male child gave her when she wasn't looking were to a lesser extent than friendly.

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

They were big men. material men. Hunters and constructor. Men into sports. Alpha men.

Ian was none of those things.

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

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

"real gravelly man. What are you going to do ?"The large man asked.

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

"What about the planetary house ?"

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

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

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

Tonight there were six of the son at the party. Plus three of their wife. Chunky fair sex, but not unattractive. chosen as partners more for their big breast than any other grounds.

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

He waved his paw and refused to work when they started up a secret plan of better half pong.

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

"Are you sure as shooting dearest ?"Wendy asked."We used to play in college when we had enough people."

"No. I'm ok."In true statement he didn't like to wassail much. It always made him experience fuzzy and weird.

"We can be married person, 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 grinning as they walked outside.

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

Two couples stood at either end of a ping pong mesa with cup laid out. Certain cups were different colors, Ian noticed.

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

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

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

She had a Nice wrack. Double-D's held up by a black velvet bra.

Is was a issue of moments before Ian's wife grabbed the freighter of her shirt and pulled it over her top dog. She got a few whistles at her impressive segmentation.

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

Her trunks went next as ball hit the right cups. She bent over and slipped them off giving everyone a commodity display. ‘ Just playing along'she would probably say. Now down to her red lacing panties. Only one-half covering her wonderful, round ass.

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

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

Wendy bent over the table. Giggling in her insobriety. Tilda giving her lace covered ass a twelve swats as the brunette gasped.

Gradually all the married woman were stripped to their underclothing. Each was spanked a couple multiplication before the game was over.

The end of the plot seemed to be the end of the party. Ian started to roll up their things.

"Oh, oh. Honey ! Let's peg around."Wendy stumbled up to him. Definitely drunk."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. 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 underclothes. concession helped her down. Letting her set next to him.

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

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

His grimace going red, Ian stripped nude. The group went unsounded when they saw just how pocket-sized he really was. He couldn't look anyone in the eyes as he slipped in adjacent to his married woman.

Ian felt as if his fiddling penis was trying to hide back up inside his dead body. Just a short nub proving he wasn't a man. In forepart of these obvious Alphas.

Mercifully no one said anything about his penis.

The son talked about some majuscule prison term in college. Pranks and parties long forgotten.

Finally, mercifully, assignment announced that he had an early day. The chemical group broke up. Ian struggled to get his drunk wife dressed then domicile and to bed.

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

Grant gave him a big grinning when he came into piece of work a few days 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 situation. His desk was shiny and modern. As was reception. Where as Grant had a giant mahogany desk. Tall dark bookshelves. A leather sofa and a yoke of leather, mellow backed hot seat next to a mesa in a box.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then Monday break of day happened.

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

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

But Duncan James Corrow Grant wasn't finished."This isnt like your finale job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have much to give you. You fiddling wimp."Ian's eyes went cycle at the cursory insult."So, do better."

But unfortunately just after lunch,"I've seen your cipher prick. So I'm sure you are a bankruptcy in bed. Don't be here ok ?"It was another grammar fault."Honestly I don't bonk how a guy like you got to be with Wendy in the first-class honours degree place. Can you tell me that ? Never mind I think I'd just be depressed."His new party boss turned to go back into his office."I can't imagine why she would stay with a twink like you."

Then again, just before the conclusion of stage business. Another paper on his desk.

"Do you even want this job, earthnut ?"subsidization 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 foreland. weeping in his eyes, not able to hope his voice.

"repetition after me : I'm a Milquetoast, fluffer and my wife deserves ripe turncock than my earthnut bump."

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

President Grant was nodding along."Your nothing peanut protrusion. Say it."

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

"Great. Hey buddy. I forgive you. But you need to go abode and make up one's mind if you really want this job."

He did go domicile that dark. He really didn't have a alternative. He had been sending out resume, but received no pursuit.

That night he thought he would own a trouble getting hard again, but he didn't.

His slight dick was hard as a rock when he went down on his married woman. Though he couldn't get 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 genial repeat.'Im a sissyish fluffer. I have a petty peanut bump.'

The verbal insult continued the rest of the week. Ian began to dread each clip Ulysses S. Grant came out of his office.

Then came Friday. His boss seemed cheerful all day. No insult or anything. Even though Ian got back a brace reports with humble error on them.

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

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

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

"Uh ... I guess."

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

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

"If you want to keep your job, cast off your pants and bend over my desk."Ulysses S. Grant said coldly.

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

"Unimaginative. White cotton plant brief ?"Ulysses S. Grant scoffed."That's what a little boy would wear."

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

Ian let out a meek little grunt with each stinging strike, more like a whine. He hadn't been so humiliated in a recollective time. Grant's strong script firmly paddled his round of drinks sissified ass.

If Ian was a real man he wouldn't stall for such discussion. Instead tears freely trailed down his cheeks as he gasped to each buns shock.

"You enjoyed it Ian."concession chided when he finally stopped. The sissy shook his head word, no."Your groundnut bump says otherwise."

The bigger man slid a hand between Ian's thighs. The weeping man clenched them, but was unable to stop Grant's fingers from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's little erection.

"If you are going to enjoy it, I will give birth to get more imaginative. Spread your legs wide."

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

Ian squealed as Ulysses Simpson Grant swung upward. Slapping the effeminate's spiritualist scrotum. Each ten-strike sent shocks of pain through Ian's body. His sight flashing red.

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

"There you go."Ulysses S. Grant announced pleased. Stopping the penalisation.

Ian pulled his slacks back on. Worried that he would get in trouble if he asked permission to strip himself up. Then he left. His gaze downcast. Not capable to depend subsidisation in the eyes.

He had to drive home like that. Cum drying in his underwear. His ass sore against the tush. His flyspeck balls throbbing with pain.

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

After she dozed off he couldn't assistance thinking about the spanking. His petty prick getting hard under the top. His hand stroked his trivial nub next to his sleeping married woman.

Thoughts of his party boss's punishment driving him to lick his shorts again. Ashamed, he went into the bathroom to cleanse up.

On Mon Grant motioned Ian into his office as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be Sir Thomas More of a man than to show back up."His chief taunted with a smirk."well, if you are going to be the office sissy it's sentence to start acting like it. exact off your shirt and pants."

Ian wasn't sure what was going to chance when he came in that good morning. 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 Grant stepped close. Looming over the pocket-size man."You are a beta sissy. And you will be treated as such. airstrip !"

Quickly Ian got down to his briefs.

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

Ian stripped out of his tidy-whities. Blushing as he revealed his petite penis again. The piffling thing throbbing to an erection despite the awful site.

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

Ian gasped through a dozen sharp spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my clothes ?"

"You're wearing them. You can get your things 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 pull up the silk bagger as they were too big for him.

Around ten in the sunrise Amy came into response. That was a rare occurrence. She spent most of her twenty-four hour period sitting around her desk in the computer room watching porn.

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

Ian's eyes went wide at the thought, but he does as told. The fat adult female laughed as her meaty hands beat a staccato musical 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 underdrawers as he stood.

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

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

"Ooop ! Little turtle is gettin'brave !"She laughed. His stopcock seemed to be getting arduous at her ridicule.

Ian gasped when the grotesque char 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 cissy bump back and forth a brace prison term before blowing him a candy kiss and heading back to her work arena.

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

Always wearing those silk boxer.

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

Then it was Thursday morning.

"Hey sissy ! Get in here."assignment ordered when Ian arrived. His knob and his fat fellow worker were waiting.

"Amy will get hold of you to get waxed. Body hair is something a man has. Not you. When you get back your new study apparel will be waiting. ``

Humiliated, Ian followed Amy out of the spot. His head hanging low.

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

The Fat woman directed him to some kettle of fish in the wall massage living room. Apparently run by her sister.

In a small-scale private room Amy had him reave down. Ian hesitated, uncomfortable with the entirely thing. Then Amy casually reached out and slapped the effeminate's ass. Reminding him of his space. `` Get to it. ''

Ian quickly got nude and on the table. Amy herself did the hair removal. Backside first, then the movement. Everything below eyebrow storey.

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

Amy had him flip over and took big cruel use out of stripping around his hard little monkey nut. Especially the pain from stripping his balls.

After an hour, Ian 's body was denudate. Grinning at the fluid queer, Amy asked, `` You ever cheat on your wife ? ``

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

The surly cleaning lady quickly stripped off her apparel. a big, pear shaped blob of nude woman. She hopped on the board. Hairy, moist, goofball straddling the sissy 's crotch.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

'' We both know that 's not honest. Your pantywaist dick is just asking for mama 's cherubic bitch. ``

It was true, the pain and abasement had given his penis a raging three inch pratfall.

The ugly 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 encumbrance into the mussy cunt. Amy grinned at the sissy as she too orgasmed. `` Aaah ! That was not bad. ``

When they got back to wreak Ian found lingerie laid out on his chair with a bill. ‘ Put it on pansy'

He frowned down at the Caucasian lacing girdle, matching flip-flop panties, and blank thigh high stockings. A double-dyed dividing line to the dark upholstered electric chair.

Negro high heels lay on the floor beneath.

Resigned to his circumstances, Ian stripped. Taking off his men's slacks and garb shirt, in preparation for wearing the char's lingerie. His petite member grew hard at the very intellection.

He started with the panties. Stepping into the fleshly underclothing designed for womanhood. He slid the thong up his newly smooth legs. The tiny back settled between his feminine ass cheeks. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a penalization for being a sex object. In the front, his penis fit snugly under the white lacing. Even hard it stopped just shortstop of peeking out.

Ian stood for a moment wearing away just the panties. His skin tingled and a tremble rolled through him. He knew he should just walk out. leave of absence. There was no way he could accept this.

Next the lace corset went on. He struggled to get all the hooks to overhear. Minutes passed as he worked it. Standing in receipt. Only the lacy flip-flop to cover his pity.

When he finally had the corset properly on it felt strange against his tegument. sort of scratchy and mean. Like he was bound in a Cage.

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

Then he sat. Reaching down he slid the first silky, snowy, stocking up his sissy leg. His soundbox shivered as it slowly engulfed him. His petite mother fucker throbbed under its lace cage.

He thought putting the stocking on would be like putting on sock. But this was much more vivid. Something about the stocking made Ian palpate especially feminine. He felt lightheaded as he pulled the secondly one on. They stopped just abruptly of his ass. The way they hugged his thighs made him want to fuck. Or ... or be fucked.

He sat for a moment, rocking back and Forth River on his nearly bare ass. Strangely savoring the flavour of the lingerie on his consistency. short shivers of excitement seemed to roll through him, settling in his lilliputian dick.

Carefully he attached the suspenders dangling from his girdle to the whirligig of his stockings. He could see his reflection in the window. For a moment confusing himself with a unusual woman.

Then he sat. He easily slid his dainty, stocking incubate foundation into the high heels. They had a shoulder strap that snapped around his calf and he didn't like the way they felt on his understructure. Like his ankle were always pointed down.

Ian spent the day typing up reports. His unknown upheaval never abating as he waited for his political boss to send for 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 door. Then into his office.

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

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

Ian stumbled to the center of the way. He took a moment to calm himself. Then he raised his hairless arms and slowly spun around for his smirking boss.

"Good. Very dear. You need more exercise in hound though."Cary Grant told him."Now come here."His confidence palpable, Grant crossed the elbow room to one of the high backed leather chairs in the recess. Patting his thigh. He watched Ian slowly, carefully approach.

The adult man made the emasculate lay across his lap. Ian's face pointed down, his round ass in the air. Nearly bare and vulnerable.

The milksop could smell the old leather of the chairman. It's odor was firm. Masculine. dominant. One of Duncan James Corrow Grant's manus rested on the small of his back. Almost comforting. As if Ian belonged to the Alpha male person.

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

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

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

Ian's middle went encompassing at the 1st spank. More a light tap on one asscheek. Ulysses S. Grant was only swinging from his wrist.

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

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

"Y ... yes sir."The admittance sent a darkness chill through the helpless sissy. He didn't want to consider that.

Ian gasped as grant swatted harder. picket flesh starting to quell pink. His lilliputian putz throbbed with each spank.

Again assignment stopped."Who does she belong 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 slap. The sissy squealed from the pain in the neck. He gripped the leg of the old leather chair.

For sustenance ? For solace ? He didn't know. All he knew was the pain subsidization unleashed on his ass.

shape turned from pink to red as Grant dominated the wretched sissy.

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

Grant just grabbed the man's wrist and pinned it to his back. Against the lacing of his corset.

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

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

Grant stopped the spanking. He ran his fingertips in band around the sissy's throbbing derrière. He could palpate the heat rising from the penalise bum.

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

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

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

Ian stood before his knob dressed in lingerie. His pantywaist chief lowered. Cum soiled his lace panties. His handwriting 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."Grant chuckled.

Ian looked down. They could both see his stained panties. His diminutive prick was soft again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lace trot.

"clean it up, sissy."There was a threat in Grants articulation. One that Ian had no will to hold.

With a hunk in his throat and a weight unit in the pit of his venter, Ian pulled off the dirty panty. Lifting them to his cheek. He could clearly see the pale slime.

He grimaced as he brought them to his back talk. Slurping up the disgusting, bitter mint. 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 interchange 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 bosses authority. Nearly twisting an ankle in his strappy high cad.

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

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

Pink stockings with little blue stem at the top. A pink silk panty. And a sheer cropped nighty, also pink. There was also a melt off headband with a big pink bow on it.

Almost eagerly, Ian stripped. He couldn't take his center off the lingerie as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt. He tossed his business apparel into a pile under his desk as they cane off.

sitting, his foremost act was to pull on the pink stockings. Covering his smooth leg in femininity. His niggling mother fucker got hard with excitement. His ass clenched in expectation of the day to amount.

Ian stood admiring his reflection in the windowpane. Too girly to be a real man. Pink stockings with their little dark bows high on his thigh. niggling asshole standing to attention.

He grabbed the panties and pulled them on following. Not a thong this time. Though the back only covered about half of his daily round bum. The hips had cunning piffling ruffles, and the silk felt coolheaded and bland against his hairless crotch.

Next Ian slipped on the gamy blackguard. Light depressed to touch the arc on his stockings. This pair wasn't shiny. The textile almost felt like velvet under his digit. Once again they made his feet and mortise joint feel weird.

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

Finally he placed the bow on his nous. Sensing that, more than than any of the eternal rest was announcing to the cosmos that he was a pantywaist.

Ian sat at his desk doing his paperwork. Though he would get up every one-half time of day and walk around the room. Practicing in the luxuriously hound. Getting more confident in them as the day wore on.

Early in the good afternoon the movement door chimed as it opened. Ian's optic went wide as the rescue man rolled a smokestack of box seat in.

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

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

"Costume party ? turn a loss a bet ?"The young man asked.

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

'' Huh. '' The man said thoughtfully. `` thug job market. '' The epicene couldn't meet the youthful man's centre.

'' Yes sir. ``

'' Makes you look like a fucking bitch. '' Ian could feel his little milksop penis twitch at the Alpha 's scrutiny.

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

Ian wanted to hollo '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 cock sucker."Ian shivered at the man's row."You should severalize your foreman to get you a little choker though. Complete the look."

The young man grinned at him."I'm in a hastiness today, though."He squeezed the little prick hard enough to make Ian moan."I'll have to take hold of you next week."

Then the Alpha was gone. Back out the door.

Grant came in to reception a minuscule later. Taking a mo to admire his handiwork."What a little sleep together wad."He smirked.

He had Ian stand and plication over his writing table's desk. Lightly swatting the sissy's rear as he gave him pedagogy.

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

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

Ian 's hart skipped a cadence when a swart middle eastern man came in. Giving the writing table a disconnected look.

Ian sent a subject matter to let Grant bed his appointment had arrived. Then he got up and carefully walked over to the man. He grabbed the tail end of his nighty and pulled it away from his smooth pectus as he bent his articulatio genus slightly stepping back with one invertebrate foot.

He had watched a bunch of telecasting 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 pansy dutifully asked.

'' Humf. coffee tree, I have an appointment."

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

The man just shook his oral sex and waited.

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

Just before close on Friday, Grant called the sissy into his office. Ian walked over to the desk. More confident now in his wild blue yonder high heels.

The taller man grinned and moved to sit on his lounge."seminal fluid 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 Grant. Handsome and sinewy in a dark blue ability suit reclining on a black leather office couch.

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

Ian gulped heavily. The mo 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 unexpressive face in comeback.

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 pass up Grant. The Alpha seemed to fuck just how to fight him. Plus he needed the job. Otherwise he and Wendy could lose 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 genus Bos. smack ! concession assailable medal slapped the wimp across the fount.

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

Ian reached forward running his laurel wreath up Grants muscular second joint. His digit finding the man's shiny leather belted ammunition. He unbuckled then unzipped his boss 's pants spreading the fly outdoors. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The role air was cool on his lingerie clad body.

Black silk boxers covered the big hard cock underneath. So guck larger than his own pathetic nub. Grant was probably eight inches, maybe even big.

In a daze Ian ran his fingers along the barb, smooth through the silk. He could sense where Grant's dick flared at the tip. He could see the outline in the sheeny material.

Ian pulled the Boxer down. The concentrated cock springing to the ready. The effeminate's finger's breadth lightly slid up and down the jibe. Finally stopping at the tip, his thumb and index massage the helmet-like end. His gaze is drawn to a drop cloth of pre-cum. His finger spread the glistening liquid in picayune forget me drug.

Ian leaned forward, his physical structure trembling. For the foremost sentence in his life history, he tentatively stuck his tongue out. Touching the hot veiny shaft of Grant's big dick. Giving it a piffling lick.

With a quiet groan he ran his tongue along the length of the member. The sissy lightly kissed the tip when he reached the top. Ian could taste the acerb pre-cum. Then he kissed his way back down to Grants testis.

Part of him wanted to run away. To end this revulsion that had gone too far. His eyes blurred with bout as he sucked one hairy Lucille Ball in his oral fissure, then the former.

The effeminate's small son of a bitch grew strong 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 mouth and gently sucking on them.

Ian licked his way up grant's dense spear again. Gripping the root of it with one hand he sucked the chief into his mouth, tickling it with his tongue. Squeezing the shaft as Grant ran his finger's breadth through the sissified's whisker.

"Mmm, your a good little cock chump. Aren't you, peanut ?"

Ian just moaned as he took Sir Thomas More and Sir Thomas 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 thick ray of light with his fist.

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

Ian ran his knife from balls to tip. Planting to a greater extent buss on his hirer 's dick head, while he pumped him with his epicene fingers.

He could experience that strange 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 idolize his cock.

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

Sucking the cock back in his mouth, Ian sucked hard while vigorously pumping the shaft. With his other hand he lightly squeezed the magnanimous man 's lump.

He could feel when Grant's chunk began to pump. The cock in his mouth twitched as it shot bitingly cum at the rachis of Ian 's pharynx.

current after stream filled his mouth as the twink desperately swallowed the disgusting warm slime.

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

'' Make sure not to leave behind a mess, sissy. ``

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

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

Grant simply waved him away.

That Nox when they went to make fuck Wendy was surprised at Ian 's want of hair. 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 role of him trying to plow with it. He had been having a hard fourth dimension getting erect. Probably from the stress of losing his job. They hadn't even tried to attain dear since last 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 fount."Is ... is there anything I can do ?"

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

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

His footling prick got heavy anyway. Humiliated by his married woman treating him like a tetchy schoolgirl.

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

Ian felt terrific thrusting into his wife, though. Laying between her spread second joint. The couple moaned together as they made sexual love.

His climax 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 betas did n't deserve to fuck such beautiful women.

Wendy was definitely a beautiful woman. Long Brown University hair. variety round face with a cute nose. Amazing breasts, and a dessert body with curve ball.

Ian 's short beta prick had no clientele being stuck in a woman like that.

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

The customer returned on Monday. The sure-enough, dusky man. He obviously disapproved of Ian.

The sissy wore a green one-piece thong. It was lacy and hugged his organic structure. He had mate stockings and the strappy, blackened highschool heels.

He curtsied for the man and got him deep brown.

An 60 minutes later the man stepped back out of assignment's spot, and walked to Ian 's desk.

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

Nervous, humiliated, and not sure how to suffice 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 command, not a interrogative.

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

Still limp, he slurped the man noodle into his mouth. Sucking and licking trough it grew hard. The preference of pre-cum a strong monitor of what was about to happen.

Ian 's sissified head bobbed up and down on the unusual man 's surd dick. The tip tickled the backrest of his throat. He slid his hand in the man's boxershorts. Cupping a pair of sweaty, hairy balls. Massaging them with his dainty fingers.

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

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

Ian wiped tears of shame 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 door.

Ian could smell the man's Lucille Ball stew on his finger the residual of the day. No matter how often her tried to suck them sportsmanlike.

Ian spent the week sucking Grant's dick in the morning and the swarthy man in the afternoon. If he showed up.

Wednesday Ian was wearing a short, taffeta, pansy dame. Pink lace thong. lightlessness garter with equate stockings. A rap A-cup bra that he couldn't hitch tugging at. And strap on fairy wings.

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

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

'' crook 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, Milquetoast. ``

Ian obediently bent over. elbow on the hard dark Natalie Wood. His bird was so short that his bare ass and panty covered crotch were revealed. Vulnerable.

Grant rubbed the sissy's niggling hammer, then flicked his balls through the lace. Then he grabbed the waistband of the submissive man 's pink panty. Ian 's eyes went panoptic, as they were yanked down his round ass. Falling to the base.

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

Grant pulled a tube of lube from his desk. Wiping it on his big putz he said, `` Time for your future example, you sissy twat. ``

Ian whined when he felt Duncan James Corrow Grant's finger's breadth class his ass face. He shivered as a big fingerbreadth rubbed at his blind drunk anal retentive blossom. Lubing it. Circling the virgin hole. His whole world seemed to twirl with the movement.

Ian hissed as the finger pressed inside him to the beginning knuckle. awful and intrusive. Then it was gone.

Hiram Ulysses Grant leaned into the sissy. Grabbing his hair and yanking his fountainhead painfully up. His big, lube tool rubbed against Ian's round ass.

"clock time to truly urinate you my little bitch."Duncan Grant hissed into his ear.

Then with no more fanfare he took the last of Ian 's humanness. Spreading apart the weakly interacting massive particle's asscheeks and pressing the tip of his pecker to the sissy's clenched pucker.

Ian squealed as the cruel putz pierced him. Like it was drilling into his someone. His ass spread exposed in a fit of pain. Sissy bust pit-patted onto the wooden desk.

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

Through clenched teeth 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 potbelly, as Grant fucked him from behind.

Ian was reduced to irritating grunting. His body tingling all over. He couldn't supporter pressing back into the man violating him. Helping the Alpha painfully ram house. He could palpate subsidisation's ballock slapping against his thigh he was so deep.

With a smile subsidization triumphantly fucked the sissy secretary. Now seemingly a willing participant in his own anal violation.

Soon Ian was coming all over the forepart of his Bos 's desk. His sissy cum drizzling down the forepart.

subsidization had his own orgasm soon after. Filling the twink ass up with his masculine cum.

Pulling out he spun Ian around, pushing the twink to his knee joint. Ulysses Grant made him pick off his slimy cock. Ian slurped and licked grant's dick clean. His face grimaced at the stinking penchant.

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

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

'' You must translate by now you are n't really a man. You are a beta, a chicken, a sissy. You are basically lupus erythematosus than a womanhood. You were just made to serve real men, Alphas like me. '' grant lectured to him from above.

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

Thursday Ian wore a sheer gray gown. It covered him from neck to ankle. With a lace heart and a snatch up one side of meat. Underneath his black lash and twinned garter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat womanhood was already naked. second joint ranch, one hand already fingering her hairy cootch. A big grinning on her face.

"Give momma's puss a good slug, bitch."She ordered.

His articulatio humeri slumped as Ian got to his knees. Pressing his typeface between her meaty thighs.

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

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

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

"Ha ! shtup, bitch."She shoved him away, and turned to the pornography on her calculator.

His head low, the submissive man walked back to his secretary's desk.

Ian frowned later, when the manner of speaking man came in.

The unseasoned man grinned, and motioned Ian over. He forced the Milquetoast over his desk. He lifted Ian's surgical gown and pulled his step-in down. The handsome man spittle on his mitt, 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 intemperate little tool. Grunting with his effort the man quickly pumped the sissy 's shaft as well."We had beta-fluffer like you back in my fraternity."The Edward Young man explained."I know how you need to be treated."

Ian semen first with the man stroking him. It actually felt nice. more than than just a handout.

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

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

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

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

Fri, after lunch Grant called Ian into his office staff.

The pantywaist looked cute in his pink ruffled panties. Pink stockings with the little blue bows. Matching blue high heel. And the pink 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 assure you a level cream-puff.

See there was a group of about seven hombre in college. We had been friends for yr. Almost like brothers.

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

See she dates one of the guys, but really all the boys wanted a opus of that fine ass. You know what I mean ? ''

SMACK ! Hiram Ulysses Grant punctuated his question with a particularly surd spank.

'' Anyway she dates a guy called John Hope Franklin, but that eventually goes S. Now see the other guy, they turn their back on John Hope Franklin. grounds 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 boys never stopped lusting after her. ``

The spanking was interrupted by a smash at the office room access.

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

When Grant got to the door, he opened it with a grin. Letting Wendy stair 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 optic went wide with seismic disturbance. A dark premonition shivered through her body. Something was really wrong.

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

'' still Ian. '' Ulysses S. 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 post kick. '' The Alpha said with a smirk. `` This is the sissy you married, I just taught him his proper post. ``

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

'' Sure, the pansy took a minuscule blarney. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot damn he became a dear footling cocksucker. '' Cary Grant taunted.

'' Do n't holler him that. let go Ian. '' She took a few gradation toward her husband. She could see the Hope in his eyes. A pocket-sized electric discharge of courage returning to the man she loved.

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

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

'' Yes, you do. Slut. ``

'' No ! We are ... '' wallop ! subsidisation shut her up with a smacking to her beautiful face.

What fiddling hope and bravery there was faded from Ian, as the red handprint faded from his wife's pale nerve.

'' bending over the desk, whore. ``

Before this present moment Wendy would hold said that she was a strong, independent woman.

After the smack she felt obedient and humiliated. She wanted to run from the way battle cry, while her tingling body wanted to submit. To willingly give up all its secrets.

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

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

President Grant walked up behind her. Ian could see a look of disgust on her grimace as he slowly ran his helping hand up her position.

The Alpha reached around her battlefront. Wendy clenched her eyes shut. Trying to imagine herself anywhere else, as his hands wrapped around her pectus.

The office filled with a ripping sound. Wendy gasped in shock. In one quick motion Cary Grant tore the front of her courtship outdoors, blouse and all.

She could feel his strong finger's breadth reach around the cups of her bra. The first touch on her tit other than her husband in years.

Grant yanked her bra down, and Wendy's large, magnificent breasts flopped out. She moaned a little as he roughly grabbed her grand ball. `` Do you sleep with how long I have waited to play with these ? '' Duncan Grant asked, squeezing and jiggling her tits.

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

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

Ian wanted to expect away. The pantywaist wanted to hazard he wasn't so impotent. That his married woman 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 lower so that her elbow were resting on the desk.

concession grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly slid it up. Wendy, eubstance quiver, let out a fiddling moan. Mixed with excitement, humiliation, and shame.

Slowly her lily-white cotton fiber step-in 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 trivial shaft to flip with exhilaration at his wife's abuse. `` You should be ashamed that your sissy husband wearing sexier underwear than you. '' The handsome boss chided.

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

Finally her sweetness bare ass was fully revealed. Unable to hold back any longer, grant quickly pulls out his hard putz.

He had planned to piss her beg, but this was adept enough.

He grabbed her ass and spread her pussylips heart-to-heart with his quarter round. Grinning at how wet she was. Then he shoved his Rock heavy dick into another man's wife. The farseeing sought after cunt of his acquaintance, Wendy.

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

'' Aah, so trade good !"Ulysses S. Grant gloated."I 've waited a long sentence to put you in your place gripe. '' Wendy's pussycat clenched his dick tight as he grabbed her foresightful embrown hair, forcing her head up.

bust filled her heart even as her body responded. She was willingly violating her wedding vows. Right in front of her have intercourse husband.

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

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

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's the right way you slut. '' President Grant slapped the cocotte's font a thirdly sentence.

Wendy's big tits slapped together in time with the Alpha 's deep thrusts. With his balls hitting her kitty, she could feel her orgasm building. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, weak husband she tried to hold back. The reality of what Duncan Grant had done to them labor 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 dick. '' Ulysses Grant smirked at the sissy.

Ian 's cock was hard. His body responding to a real number man properly servicing his married woman. His hand kept sliding toward his panty. He had to make an effort not to jackoff to his lovely wife's predicament.

Soon Hiram Ulysses Grant was pumping Wendy's eager goofball with his strong Alpha germ. `` Aah. That was as good as I imagined whore. ``

The Alpha slapped her ass as he pulled out. grant's softening dick was covered in glistening fuck gook. Ian hurried over obediently to lick it clean-living. Tasting both his honcho and his wife's hot juice.

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

When the Alpha's shaft was fresh, Grant grabbed Ian painfully by the fuzz. Forcing the sissy's face into his wife 's haphazard cootch.

Grant sneered down at the pathetic wretch as Ian obediently licked out the disgusting pick pie. Wendy moaned with pleasure as her sissy married man's lingua licked her sensitive netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This time in her husband 's font. As her trunk trembled violently. Her daily round ass jiggling. Her amphetamine body collapsed on the desk.

Finally Ulysses S. Grant allowed the twosome to resist up.

'' Ha look at you two pillock sluts. '' He grinned.

Wendy stood with her big pap still hanging out of her torn suit, skirt indecently tucked up. Some of subsidisation cum drizzled down her inner thigh. Her body still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his garden pink lingerie and stockings, cum smeared on his milksop look. His cock was hard in his pantie. He couldn't bear to meet anyone's eyes in his shame at how turn over on he was.

'' Who owns you, kick ? '' Duncan Grant asked with a sneer.

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

Wendy glanced at her sissy married man. She wanted him to remain firm up for himself. Or maybe she would. Maybe slap that smug grin off Hiram Ulysses Grant 's case. 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 shame.

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

He yanked Wendy's skirt off. She gasped as he gave her nipples one last jot. Sending an excited shudder through her.

The degraded distich silently got in Wendy's car. They drove home. Cum still leaked out of her twat, onto the car tail.

At a traffic light a car full-of-the-moon of college male child pointed and laughed at the couple. Wendy with her mamilla hanging out, Ian in pink intimate apparel.

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

"Shit yeah !"He cried as she gripped the direction bicycle. Staring forward. Wishing for the illumination to change. the boy eagerly groping her.

The former boy ran around and dumped a half wax milk shake on the sissy's head and down his straw man. Laughing the college student tossed the sticky cup in Ian's lap.

Both boys stepped back as the couple sped off to the green Christ Within.

Finally home the distich silently showered together.

"Do ... did you like that. Like what subsidisation 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 make due."

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

'' Well, no more hiding anything from me. We will go through this together. After all I could n't tolerate up to him either. '' Wendy assured him. `` And I know I will be wearing aphrodisiac underwear from now on. '' She said with a blush."brand lovemaking to me. Let's push that frightening man from our minds."She asked. Her hand slipping to his fork.

Both their shoulder slumped when naught happened. Her fingers failed to get him intemperate.

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

champaign white, with a lilliputian lace. His dick was fully put up 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 tiny pricking and sucked.

Ian moaned his pleasure as his married woman blew him. Then he returned the favor. Pulling her second joint close and licking her pussy while his cock was in her back talk.

He could still try out Grant's jizz inside her. A gustatory perception he knew well, by then.

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

In the sunup 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 intimate apparel.

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

Then came Billy Sunday ...

'COME OVER. AND land YOUR bawd WIFE'was the schoolbook grant sent in the morn.

hubby and married woman looked at each other in dread as they read it .