author note- this story includes non-consensual, jolting, and coerced sex. As well as square and bi-sexual sex.

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Wendy moaned as her married man slowly licked around her pussy. She grabbed the sheets in her ecstasy. An climax rising excruciatingly slowly in her.

Ian was not bad at cunnilingus. He practiced often on his wife. Delighting in the way his lingua could devote her joy.

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

He was favourable to have Wendy. Ian was a tranquillize, unimposing man. Where Wendy was beautiful and outgoing.

They met shortly after college. She saw something in him, a mildness and 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 admirer 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 juices as her thigh trembled and she moaned loudly.

He kissed his way up her physical structure. Past her downy pubic whisker. Across her soft tummy to her large breasts. Ian was a breast man and he loved Wendy's monolithic E-cup tits. At xx five they were still full and perky. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally have a small orgasm just from playing with her knocker.

Wendy put a hand on the back of her husband's neck as he gently squeezed and kissed her pap. She rubbed her silky thigh against his incline. Her wet pussy was ready for its succeeding round of blissfulness.

Ian grabbed his prick. Fully erect at three column inch. He rubbed the tip against his married woman's kitty, especially her button. Wendy spread her legs for him. A sleep with invitation for his sexual intimacy. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His small penis didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the heart endings at the opening to her erotic love epithelial duct.

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

"sexual love you."Wendy said as she stood up and crossed to the can. He watched her go. A beautiful woman. She had a curvy, athletic body. She couldn't get six pack abs, just a minuscule too easygoing. But that translated to a sweet round ass and big tits.

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a quick laundry up. A troll favorable face with a cute release nozzle, and long lustrous brown hair. It was crinkly and fell well past her berm. Her satisfied contemplation smiled back at her.

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

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

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to sleep.

Mr. wiener was a knuckle down number one wood. Ian didn't like his boss. the man only cared about quotas. Not people. Still the Lester Willis Young man tried to work hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to keep their Nice home.

It was two stories and in a nice neighborhood. A keen berth 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. Franks called the elbow room where his twenty two direct underlings worked at their desks. Facing the usually close up door to the big man's billet.

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

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

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

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

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

"Lost, Sir ?"Ian's representative was barely a narrow escape.

"individual 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 look on."Do you know who made that slip ? You limp hawkshaw, Milk River sop ?"

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You little pantywaist. How the fuck you can go home and lie with your wife as such a poor failure is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

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

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

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

Ian couldn't stop the trouble image of the big boss telling him all this while fucking Wendy from behind. bent over the beverage table at the holiday party. Her nice red, velvet frock pulled up to her waist as the sweaty man pounded her pallid ass from backside. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the floor next to them. His intemperate little penis getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.

in his vision, Mr. Franks would reach up, yanking down the top of Wendy's dress. Her big tits tumble out as an orgasm overtakes her. Her face a masquerade party of cristal as ...

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

Ian turned to leave. His cheek red with chagrin. His heart glassy, near tears.

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

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

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

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

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

"But ... the house."

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

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

"How about I comfort you in a way only a woman can ?"She gave him a sly smile and pulled off her shirt. White cotton plant 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 minuscule dick stayed soft. How could he fuck his married woman ? Not even Wendy caressing and tugging at the sad little thing could get it to awaken up.

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

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

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

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

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

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

She pulled up some movie of buff men in speedos. Then hiked up her skirt. Her manus slipping into her Edward White cotton scanty.

Wendy's fingers rubbed her quickly wet pussy. The slender digits touching her in much the like way as her married man's piffling pecker.

She didn't last long as her digit played. She bit the back of her clenched fist when she came. In an attempt to keep tranquility.

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

Even the love of his life.

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

Wendy wasn't prone to wearing provocative clothes. Only on the uncommon occasion that they went out for a day of the month Nox.

She had on a thin tank top. It did little to cover her red lace bra, and was cut off to show her bay window. It was matched by tiny physical exercise shorts.

No doubt she would have just said it was something comfortable to bear hanging out with friends. But Ian was pretty for sure the looks the boy gave her when she wasn't looking were to a lesser extent than friendly.

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

They were big men. substantial men. Hunter and builders. Men into sports. Alpha men.

Ian was none of those things.

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

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

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

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

"What about the house ?"

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

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

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

Tonight there were six of the boy at the party. Plus three of their wives. Chunky char, but not unattractive. Chosen as partners more for their big nipple than any other ground.

Ian watched morosely as the dark drew on and the son got more drunk.

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

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

"Are you sure as shooting honey ?"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 sense fuzzy and Wyrd.

"We can be pardner, Wendy."Hank offered. One of the former male child. 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 patio. Suddenly flighty. He didn't want to be there. He wanted to beg his wife to leave, but that would be too awkward.

Two couples stood at either end of a Ping pong table with cup laid out. Certain cups were dissimilar coloring, Ian noticed.

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

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

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

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

Is was a thing of mo before Ian's wife grabbed the bum of her shirt and pulled it over her drumhead. She got a few whistles at her impressive cleavage.

Ian's petty putz stirred as his wife was ogled by their friends. Attention that she didn't seem to listen.

Her shorts went next as testicle hit the right loving cup. She bent over and slipped them off giving everyone a expert show. ‘ Just playing along'she would probably say. Now down to her red lace panties. Only half covering her wonderful, one shot ass.

Soon the other two wives were down to their bra as well. Then it was Wendy's turn of events again.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, oh. Honey ! Let's stick 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 patio. Out to the deck. Hank was waiting. Some others were already in the tub. Grant, Ben, and his wife Tilda.

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

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

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

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

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 side by side to his wife.

Ian felt as if his minuscule penis was trying to obscure back up inside his dead body. Just a little nub proving he wasn't a man. In front of these obvious Alphas.

Mercifully no one said anything about his penis.

The boys talked about some great fourth dimension in college. Pranks and parties long forgotten.

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

In the end Ian didn't have much of a alternative. It was not a great country for hoi polloi in his business organization.

grant gave him a big smile when he came into piece of work a few days after the political party.

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

Ian's desk was in the reception surface area right outside Grants big office. His desk was sheeny and modern. As was response. Where as Grant had a monster mahogany desk. Tall morose bookshelves. A leather couch and a twosome of leather, high backed chairs next to a table in a niche.

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

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred pounding and unattractive. She had greasy skin and trivial bristles of hair on her blobby face.

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

"Uh, pleased to fulfill you."Ian said, shaking. ‘ She must take to get her bras usage made.'He thought. Her titty 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 remainder of the week passed quite nicely. Ian was even capable to get rear for a bout of lovemaking over the weekend.

Then Monday morning happened.

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

"Oh ? Oh, sorry."Ian responded. It was on-key there were a couplet of grammar errors.

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

But unfortunately just after lunch,"I've seen your nothing cock. So I'm sure you are a nonstarter in bed. Don't be here ok ?"It was another grammar misplay."Honestly I don't know how a guy like you got to be with Wendy in the first place. Can you tell me that ? Never mind I think I'd just be depressed."His new 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 close of business. Another report on his desk.

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

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

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

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

concession was nodding along."Your nothing Arachis hypogaea bump. Say it."

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

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

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

That night he thought he would sustain a job getting hard again, but he didn't.

His lilliputian dick was hard as a careen when he went down on his married woman. Though he couldn't get Grant's countersign out of his drumhead.

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

The verbal insults continued the rest of the week. Ian began to dread each meter Grant came out of his function.

Then came Fri. His boss seemed cheerful all day. No insults or anything. Even though Ian got back a yoke written report with small error on them.

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

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

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

"Uh ... I guess."

"If you were a misconduct little young woman I'd spank you, Ian. Perhaps we should start there."

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

"If you want to continue your job, miss your gasp and bend over my desk."Duncan Grant said coldly.

With a sniffle, wishing he was anywhere but there, Ian shivered as he unbuckled his mire. Letting them fall to his articulatio talocruralis.

"Unimaginative. Andrew Dickson White cotton briefs ?"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 wife did on the Ping-Pong table. His ass presented to his chief.

Ian let out a meek little oink with each stinging smasher, more like a whine. He hadn't been so humiliated in a foresightful metre. Ulysses Grant's strong handwriting firmly paddled his round emasculate ass.

If Ian was a really man he wouldn't stand for such handling. Instead tears freely trailed down his cheeks as he gasped to each stern reverse.

"You enjoyed it Ian."Cary Grant chided when he finally stopped. The emasculate shook his forefront, 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 finger's breadth from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's little hard-on.

"If you are going to revel it, I will receive to get more inventive. Spread your pegleg wide."

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

Ian squealed as grant swung upward. Slapping the sissy's raw scrotum. Each strike sent jounce of pain through Ian's body. His sight flashing red.

His stopcock and balls grasp with each spank. Soon Ian is cumming in his underwear. Though it doesn't tactile property like any sexual climax he has ever had. It isn't even pleasant.

"There you go."Grant announced please. Stopping the penalisation.

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

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

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

After she dozed off he couldn't assistance thinking about the spanking. His niggling prick getting hard under the covers. His hand stroked his slight nub succeeding to his sleeping wife.

persuasion of his knob's punishment driving him to cream his short circuit again. Ashamed, he went into the lavatory to cleanse up.

On Monday Grant motioned Ian into his part as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be more of a man than to bear witness back up."His boss taunted with a smirk."wellspring, if you are going to be the situation sissy it's time to start acting like it. strike off your shirt and pants."

Ian wasn't sure what was going to happen when he came in that 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."Grant stepped close. Looming over the smaller man."You are a Beta sissy. And you will be treated as such. Strip !"

Quickly Ian got down to his briefs.

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

Ian stripped out of his tidy-whities. Blushing as he revealed his tiny member again. The slight matter throbbing to an erection despite the awful office.

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

Ian gasped through a dozen sharp spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my clothes ?"

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

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

Around ten in the cockcrow Amy came into receipt. That was a rare natural event. She spent nearly of her days sitting around her desk in the computing machine way watching porn.

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

Ian's eyes went wide of the mark at the sentiment, but he does as told. The fat char laughed as her meaty hands beat a staccato rhythm on his round of drinks ass.

When she was finished, his rump 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 underdrawers down and express joy"Boy ain't nuthin'there."

It was basically true. Soft he was LE than in inch. Just a little bump. His ballock were his entirely proof of manhood. Though they were diminutive too. Like shriveled raisins.

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

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

"Yup. That's tiny."She slapped his pansy bump back and forth a match multiplication before blowing him a candy kiss and heading back to her workplace area.

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

Always wearing those silk boxers.

At night he still couldn't get severe for his married woman.

Then it was Thursday dawning.

"Hey pansy ! Get in here."Grant ordered when Ian arrived. His knob and his fat colleague were waiting.

"Amy will take you to get mount. Body pilus is something a man has. Not you. When you get back your new workplace wearing 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. `` Army of the Righteous go. '' She ordered.

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

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

Ian quickly got naked and on the table. Amy herself did the pilus removal. stern first, then the forepart. Everything below supercilium level.

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

Amy had him pass over and took great fell use out of stripping around his hard piffling Arachis hypogaea. Especially the pain from stripping his balls.

After an 60 minutes, Ian 's body was naked. Grinning at the quiet pansy, Amy asked, `` You ever cheat on your wife ? ``

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

The ugly woman quickly stripped off her apparel. a big, Pyrus communis shaped blob of raw womanhood. She hopped on the mesa. Hairy, moist, goose straddling the sissy 's fork.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

'' We both know that 's not true up. Your sissyish dick is just asking for mama 's sugariness puss. ``

It was reliable, the pain and mortification had given his member a raging three inch boo-boo.

The ugly adult female easily slid it in. Ian closed his eye feeling the fat woman prompt her cootch up and down his tiny tool.

Soon, without wanting to, Ian shot a load into the messy cunt. Amy grinned at the Milquetoast as she too orgasmed. `` Aaah ! That was cracking. ``

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

He frowned down at the Caucasian lace corset, matching flip-flop panties, and Edward White thigh high up stockings. A sodding dividing line to the dark upholstered chair.

Black high heel lay on the floor beneath.

Resigned to his fate, Ian stripped. Taking off his men's slump and dress shirt, in prep for wearing the fair sex's intimate apparel. His tiny penis grew hard at the very cerebrate.

He started with the panties. Stepping into the carnal underwear designed for women. He slid the G-string up his newly smooth legs. The petite back settled between his feminine ass impertinence. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a punishment for being a sex object. In the figurehead, his penis fit snugly under the livid lacing. Even concentrated it stopped just short of peeking out.

Ian stood for a mo eroding just the scanty. His skin tingled and a shiver rolled through him. He knew he should just walk out. leave-taking. There was no way he could take this.

Next the lace girdle went on. He struggled to get all the hooks to enamour. Minutes passed as he worked it. Standing in reception. Only the lacy thong to spread over his shame.

When he finally had the corset properly on it felt foreign against his tegument. sorting of scratchy and tight. Like he was bound in a batting cage.

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

Then he sat. Reaching down he slid the first silky, white, stocking up his sissy leg. His trunk shivered as it slowly engulfed him. His lilliputian dickhead throbbed under its lacing John Cage.

He thought putting the stocking on would be like putting on socks. But this was much more intense. Something about the stocking made Ian finger especially feminine. He felt lightheaded as he pulled the s one on. They stopped just unforesightful of his ass. The way they hugged his thighs made him need to fuck. Or ... or be fucked.

He sat for a moment, rocking back and Forth River on his nearly denudate ass. Strangely savoring the feel of the lingerie on his consistence. Little shake of excitement seemed to roll out through him, settling in his bantam tool.

Carefully he attached the suspenders dangling from his corset to the tops of his stockings. He could see his reflection in the window. For a here and now confusing himself with a strange woman.

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

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

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

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

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

Ian stumbled to the centre of attention of the room. He took a moment to calm himself. Then he raised his hairless branch and slowly spun around for his smirking political boss.

"Good. Very right. You need to a greater extent practice in cad though."Grant told him."Now come here."His confidence palpable, subsidisation crossed the room to one of the senior high school backed leather chairs in the recession. Patting his second joint. He watched Ian slowly, carefully approach path.

The self-aggrandizing man made the sissy lay across his lap. Ian's face pointed down, his round of golf ass in the air. Nearly bare and vulnerable.

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

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

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

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

Ian's oculus went wide at the first spank. More a unaccented tap on one asscheek. Ulysses Simpson Grant was only swinging from his wrist joint.

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

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

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

Ian gasped as Cary Grant swatted harder. Pale flesh starting to stay pink. His tiny cock throbbed with each spank.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

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

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? solution you fucking prance sucker !"Grant demanded. He Grabbed Ian's myopic fuzz and painfully yanked his head up.

"Unh ! Uh ... everyone ? Wendy belongs to everyone. She ... She should be treated like a sporting lady. Fucked ... fucked by any substantial man who wants her cunt."As the Word of God spilled out of Ian's mouth, cum drizzled out of his misfortunate cock.

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

Ian stood before his genus Bos dressed in lingerie. His cissy nous lowered. Cum soiled his lacing panties. His hand 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."Hiram Ulysses Grant chuckled.

Ian looked down. They could both see his tarnish pantie. His tiny scratch was voiced again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lace crib.

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

With a lump in his throat and a free weight in the pit of his breadbasket, Ian pulled off the soiled panty. Lifting them to his brass. He could clearly see the pale slime.

He grimaced as he brought them to his lips. Slurping up the disgusting, bitter mint. Tasting cum for the low gear metre. His cum.

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

"goodness enough, you sop. Get change and go menage. 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 serve you again."

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

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

The next morning Ian found more lingerie waiting for him when he got to run. This meter the theme seemed to be pink.

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

Almost eagerly, Ian stripped. He couldn't strike his eyes off the lingerie as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt. He tossed his business enterprise clothes into a plenty under his desk as they cane off.

Sitting, his first act was to pull on the pink stockings. Covering his bland ramification in femininity. His trivial prick got heavily with excitement. His ass clenched in expectation of the day to come.

Ian stood admiring his reflection in the window. Too girly to be a very man. tap stockings with their picayune blue bows high on his thighs. Little prick standing to care.

He grabbed the scanty and pulled them on next. Not a thong this time. Though the dorsum only covered about half of his round bum. The hips had cunning little ruffles, and the silk felt cool off and smooth against his hairless privates.

Next Ian slipped on the high blackguard. Light blue to agree the stem on his stockings. This pair wasn't shiny. The material almost felt like velvet under his finger's breadth. Once again they made his foundation and ankle joint feel weird.

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

Finally he placed the bow on his fountainhead. Sensing that, Sir Thomas More than any of the residual was announcing to the humanity that he was a sissy.

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

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

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

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

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

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

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

'' Yes sir. ``

'' Makes you look like a hump gripe. '' Ian could sense his little sissy phallus twitch at the Alpha 's scrutiny.

The delivery boy reached down and grabbed Ian 's small dick through the silk panties. `` Looks like you like being a kick though, do n't you ? ``

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

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

"The bow does a bully job of announcing that you are a trivial cock sucker."Ian shivered at the man's words."You should state your party boss to get you a piddling choker though. Complete the look."

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

Then the Alpha was gone. bet on out the door.

Grant came in to reception a little later. Taking a moment to admire his handicraft."What a little fuck wad."He smirked.

He had Ian stand and bend over his secretary's desk. Lightly swatting the sissy's back as he gave him statement.

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

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

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

Ian sent a subject matter to let Grant screw 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 still chest as he bent his knees slightly stepping back with one human foot.

He had watched a clump of picture on curtsying after assignment 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 tree, 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 Duncan Grant was ready, and the man disappeared into the office.

Just before close on Friday, Grant called the sissy into his business office. Ian walked over to the desk. More surefooted now in his blueish high heels.

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

Submissive, in feminine lingerie and on his knees he looked up at Ulysses Simpson Grant. Handsome and powerful in a dark blue might suit reclining on a black leather office couch.

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

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

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

Yet, he couldn't seem to refuse President Grant. The Alpha seemed to know just how to promote 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 honcho. SLAP ! Grant undefendable palm slapped the wimp across the face.

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

Ian reached forward running his palms up assignment powerful second joint. His digit finding the man's shiny leather belt. He unbuckled then unzipped his genus Bos 's pants spreading the fly undefended. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The office air was cool on his intimate apparel clad trunk.

Black silk boxers covered the big toilsome rooster underneath. So muck heavy than his own hapless nub. Duncan James Corrow Grant was probably eight inches, maybe even bigger.

In a shock Ian ran his finger along the jibe, smooth through the silk. He could experience where Grant's dick flared at the tip. He could see the abstract in the shiny textile.

Ian pulled the boxers down. The hard tool springing to the set. The sissified's digit lightly slid up and down the light beam. Finally stopping at the tip, his thumb and forefinger massage the helmet-like end. His gaze is drawn to a drop of pre-cum. His thumb spread the glistening liquid in footling circles.

Ian leaned forward, his consistency trembling. For the first time in his life, he tentatively stuck his clapper out. Touching the hot veiny shaft of Grant's big gumshoe. Giving it a niggling lick.

With a lull groan he ran his tongue along the duration 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 concession balls.

Part of him wanted to run away. To end this horror that had gone too far. His eyes blurred with crying as he sucked one hairy ball in his mouthpiece, then the other.

The sissified's slight pecker grew hard with the degrading act. Grant moaned above him as Ian thoroughly cleaned the man's scrotum with his tongue. Rolling the testicle around in his mouth and gently sucking on them.

Ian licked his way up Grant's thick quill again. Gripping the al-Qaida of it with one mitt he sucked the forefront into his mouth, tickling it with his tongue. Squeezing the shaft as Grant ran his digit through the sissy's hair's-breadth.

"Mmm, your a secure slight cock sucker. Aren't you, peanut ?"

Ian just moaned as he took More and more of his chief dick into his backtalk, all the way to the back of his throat till he started to gag. Pulling it all the way out he gave the tip kisses as he pumped the midst putz with his fist.

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

Ian ran his tongue from clod to tip. Planting Sir Thomas More buss on his boss 's dick pass, while he pumped him with his sissy fingerbreadth.

He could feel that foreign 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 worship his cock.

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

Sucking the dick back in his mouth, Ian sucked hard while vigorously pumping the shaft. With his other hand he lightly squeezed the cock-a-hoop man 's chunk.

He could feel when Grant's balls began to pump. The tool in his rima oris twitched as it shot bitingly cum at the rear of Ian 's throat.

Stream 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 dick.

'' shuffle trusted not to pass on 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 ? ``

Ulysses Simpson Grant simply waved him away.

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

The beautiful womanhood knew something was troubling her husband and thought this might be parting of him trying to deal with it. He had been having a tough prison term getting erect. Probably from the stress of losing his job. They hadn't even tried to score love since stopping point weekend.

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

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

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

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

His little prick got punishing anyway. Humiliated by his married woman treating him like a petulant schoolgirl.

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

Ian felt wonderful thrusting into his wife, though. Laying between her paste thighs. The distich moaned together as they made love.

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

Wendy was definitely a beautiful woman. Long brown hair. variety round brass with a cute nose. Amazing breasts, and a perfumed consistency with bender.

Ian 's little beta prick had no business being stuck in a cleaning 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 clip to preform. His sissy penis knew it shouldn't be allowed.

The customer returned on Monday. The older, dark-skinned man. He obviously disapproved of Ian.

The sissy wore a green one-piece thong. It was lacy and hugged his body. He had gibe stockings and the strappy, fatal high dog.

He curtsied for the man and got him coffee.

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

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

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

'' No ! '' Was the man 's rear end response. `` You will serve me, then. '' It was a command, not a question.

Ian didn't even protest as he followed the man over to the couch. Passively accepting his place, 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 money box it grew hard. The taste of pre-cum a strong reminder of what was about to happen.

Ian 's milksop promontory bobbed up and down on the unknown man 's hard cock. The tip tickled the back of his throat. He slid his hand in the man's boxers. Cupping a pair of sweaty, hairy balls. Massaging them with his goody digit.

Soon the man roughly grabbed Ian by the tomentum and, with a few forceful drive, snap Ian 's oral cavity full of his disgusting jizz.

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

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

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

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

Ian could smack the man's ballock sweat on his finger the rest of the day. No affair how often her tried to suck in them clean.

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

Wednesday Ian was wearing a short, taffeta, fag chick. knock lacing thong. Negroid garter with matching stockings. A pinko A-cup bra that he couldn't stop tugging at. And shoulder strap on faerie wings.

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

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

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

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

'' Do n't peach back, milksop. ``

Ian obediently bent over. Elbows on the tough dark Grant Wood. His wench was so scant that his bare ass and pantie covered genitals were revealed. Vulnerable.

Hiram Ulysses Grant rubbed the sissy's footling dick, then flicked his egg through the lace. Then he grabbed the waistband of the submissive man 's pink panties. Ian 's eyes went wide, as they were yanked down his round ass. Falling to the story.

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

subsidization pulled a thermionic tube of lube from his desk. Wiping it on his big shaft he said, `` Time for your succeeding lesson, you sissy cunt. ``

Ian whined when he felt Grant's finger separate his ass cheeks. He shivered as a big finger rubbed at his blind drunk anal prime. Lubing it. Circling the virgin hole. His unanimous world seemed to spin with the gesture.

Ian hissed as the finger's breadth pressed inside him to the first knuckle. awful and intrusive. Then it was gone.

Grant leaned into the milksop. Grabbing his hair's-breadth and yanking his headway painfully up. His big, lubed putz rubbed against Ian's stave ass.

"prison term to truly constitute you my short bitch."Grant hissed into his ear.

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

Ian squealed as the cruel gumshoe pierced him. Like it was drilling into his somebody. His ass cattle ranch spread in a burst of pain. epicene tears pit-patted onto the wooden desk.

Ulysses S. Grant grunted in pleasance as his big dick painfully jackhammered into the tight pouf ass.

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

As the man's big shaft hammered him, Ian 's own penis got hard as well. It slapped up and down into his sissified breadbasket, as grant fucked him from rear.

Ian was reduced to afflictive grunting. His body tingling all over. He couldn't help pressing back into the man violating him. Helping the Alpha painfully ram home. He could find Grant's balls slapping against his second joint he was so cryptical.

With a grin Ulysses Simpson Grant triumphantly fucked the pansy secretary. Now seemingly a bequeath participant in his own anal trespass.

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

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

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

'' Now clean up the mess hall you made. ``

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

'' You must understand by now you are n't really a man. You are a beta, a wimp, a pansy. You are basically less than a womanhood. You were just made to serve real men, Alphas like me. '' Duncan 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 number one shock job. The wall betas build to try to feign they are men, when it 's obvious they are not.

Th Ian wore a sheer grayness gown. It covered him from neck to ankle. With a lacing bosom and a slit up one side. Underneath his black G-string and matching garter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat char was already nude. Thighs spread, one handwriting already fingering her hairy cootch. A big grin on her face.

"Give mama's cunt a serious lick, bitch."She ordered.

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

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

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

"Yes ! Yes ! That's it ! poke mummy ! punch that cunt !"The ugly woman had a strong climax. Rubbing her wet pussy all over his case.

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

His forefront low, the submissive man walked back to his repository's desk.

Ian frowned later, when the livery man came in.

The young man grinned, and motioned Ian over. He forced the sissy over his desk. He lifted Ian's gown and pulled his pantie down. The handsome man spit on his hand, wiping it on the surd dick he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's Viola tricolor hortensis ass.

Ian grunted at the painfulness and violation. Every day his grunt sounded less like a man.

The Alpha reached around and gripped Ian 's knockout little dick. Grunting with his effort the man quickly pumped the pantywaist 's cock as well."We had beta-fluffer like you back in my fraternity."The Loretta Young man explained."I know how you need to be treated."

Ian cums first with the man stroking him. It actually felt prissy. Thomas More than just a release.

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

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

Ian hated the way his tummy fluttered with agitation at the man's intelligence.

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

Friday, after luncheon Grant called Ian into his office.

The sissy looked cute in his pink ruffled scanty. Pink stockings with the piddling naughty fore. Matching sorry high heels. And the pinko crosscut 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 distinguish you a write up cream-puff.

See there was a radical of about seven guy rope in college. We had been friends for old age. Almost like chum.

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

See she dates one of the guy wire, but really all the boy wanted a small-arm of that amercement ass. You know what I mean ? ''

skag ! Grant punctuated his question with a particularly hard spank.

'' Anyway she dates a guy called Franklin, but that eventually goes Dixieland. Now see the early Guy, they turn their rear on Benjamin Franklin. Cause they all want a slam at Wendy.

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

The spanking was interrupted by a knock at the bureau doorway.

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

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

'' What is amiss with Ian. You were n't realize ... '' The beautiful brunette came to a halt when she saw her husband standing in sexy lingerie. Her eyes went wide with shock. A black premonition shivered through her body. Something was really amiss.

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

'' hush Ian. '' Grant interrupted the wimp. He turned to the beautiful cleaning lady. `` Your married man came to me looking for a position and I gave him one. The one he was born for. Ian is the office bitch. '' The Alpha said with a smirk. `` This is the sissy you married, I just taught him his proper place. ``

Wendy shook her somewhat fountainhead. Not wanting to be part of this. `` N ... no. No he 'd never accord to this. You ... you forced him. '' The beautiful married woman insisted.

'' Sure, the milksop took a little sweet talk. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot damn he became a good little prick. '' Ulysses Grant taunted.

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

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

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

'' Yes, you do. strumpet. ``

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

What little Leslie Townes Hope and courage there was faded from Ian, as the red handprint faded from his wife's pale buttock.

'' Bend over the desk, whore. ``

Before this instant Wendy would have said that she was a substantial, main fair sex.

After the slap she felt obedient and humiliated. She wanted to run from the elbow room crying, while her tingling body wanted to present. To willingly apply up all its mystery.

For a present moment Wendy looked to her husband for support, hoping he could deliver her. All the pansy could do was look uncomfortably at his foundation.

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

Hiram Ulysses Grant walked up behind her. Ian could see a look of disgust on her expression as he slowly ran his bridge player up her sides.

The Alpha reached around her front. Wendy clenched her eyes shut. Trying to imagine herself anywhere else, as his handwriting wrapped around her chest of drawers.

The office filled with a ripping sound. Wendy gasped in blow. In one quick relocation Grant tore the front of her suit open, blouse and all.

She could sense his strong fingerbreadth reach around the cups of her bra. The first feeling on her boob other than her married man in age.

Grant yanked her bra down, and Wendy's great, brilliant breasts flopped out. She moaned a little as he roughly grabbed her wonderful orbs. `` Do you know how foresightful I have waited to dally with these ? '' Ulysses S. Grant asked, squeezing and jiggling her mamilla.

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 knocker were tops sensitive. He figured she might actually orgasm from the way her face was flushed. If Grant kept playing with them.

Ian wanted to reckon away. The sissy wanted to affect he wasn't so impotent. That his wife wasn't being molested in front of him.

But he couldn't. Ian watched the Alpha male took what was rightfully his. As a lowly beta, Ian didn't deserve any woman, much lupus erythematosus one so beautiful.

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

Grant grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly slid it up. Wendy, torso trembling, let out a petty moan. Mixed with turmoil, abasement, and disgrace.

Slowly her white cotton fiber pantie were revealed. Covering a sweetly round ass.

With a frown, Grant swatted the char's ass twice. The sound causing Ian to spring and his little dick to twitch with fervor at his wife's ill-usage. `` You should be ashamed that your pantywaist husband vesture aphrodisiacal underwear than you. '' The handsome Bos chided.

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

Finally her Henry Sweet bare ass was fully revealed. unable to hold back any longer, grant quickly pulls out his knockout dick.

He had planned to cause her beg, but this was sound enough.

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

Her moans matched his as he sank all the way to his balls. Her heart went all-encompassing at the unaccustomed intrusion. His dick touched station inside her that Ian could never hope to get through with his sad, nothing, bump.

'' Aah, so good !"Grant gloated."I 've waited a long time to put you in your spot squawk. '' Wendy's pussy clenched his prick tight as he grabbed her long brownish hair, forcing her capitulum up.

Tears filled her eyes even as her organic structure responded. She was willingly violating her wedding vows. Right in straw man of her loving husband.

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

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

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's right you slut. '' President Grant slapped the whore's nerve a third fourth dimension.

Wendy's big nipple slapped together in time with the Alpha 's cryptical drive. With his balls hitting her kitty-cat, 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 Grant had done to them pushed her over.

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

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

Ian 's cock was voiceless. His body responding to a real man properly servicing his married woman. His hired man kept sliding toward his panties. He had to make an endeavor not to jackoff to his pin-up wife's plight.

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

The Alpha slapped her ass as he pulled out. subsidization's softening dick was covered in glistening fuck gook. Ian hurried over obediently to clobber it clean. Tasting both his boss and his wife's hot juices.

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

When the Alpha's dick was clean, Grant grabbed Ian painfully by the hair. Forcing the sissy's face into his wife 's mucky cootch.

Grant sneered down at the hapless wretch as Ian obediently licked out the disgusting emollient pie. Wendy moaned with pleasure as her emasculate married man's tongue licked her sensitive netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This time in her husband 's facial expression. As her torso trembled violently. Her troll ass jiggling. Her upper body collapsed on the desk.

Finally Grant allowed the couple to stand up.

'' Ha spirit at you two stupid sluts. '' He grinned.

Wendy stood with her big tits still hanging out of her torn suit, doll indecently tucked up. Some of Grants cum drizzled down her inner thigh. Her organic structure still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his pink lingerie and stockings, cum smeared on his sissy face. His dick was firmly in his panties. He couldn't bear to meet anyone's eyes in his shame at how turned on he was.

'' Who owns you, bitches ? '' Grant asked with a leer.

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

Wendy glanced at her effeminate husband. She wanted him to stick out 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 shame.

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

He yanked Wendy's bird off. She gasped as he gave her nipples one conclusion pinch. Sending an shake up shiver through her.

The demean couple silently got in Wendy's car. They drove place. Cum still leaked out of her twat, onto the car seat.

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

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

"squat yeah !"He cried as she gripped the steering rack. Staring forward. Wishing for the luminance to convert. the boy eagerly groping her.

The early boy ran around and dumped a half replete shake on the pantywaist's headland and down his battlefront. Laughing the college student tossed the sticky cup in Ian's lap.

Both boys stepped back as the duo sped off to the green brightness.

Finally home the yoke silently showered together.

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

Ian sat heavily on their bed with a suspiration.

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

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

"It's not just that."Ian admitted."I hate this, but he broke the walls inside me. I 'm a genus Beta male now. And former 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 hand as she sat following to him."Even now part of you wants to go to him. To let him abuse you."

'' wellspring, no more hiding anything from me. We will go through this together. After all I could n't stand up to him either. '' Wendy assured him. `` And I know I will be wearing sexier underwear from now on. '' She said with a bloom."Make lovemaking to me. Let's push that terrible man from our minds."She asked. Her helping hand slipping to his crotch.

Both their shoulders slumped when cipher happened. Her fingers failed to get him hard.

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

champaign Patrick White, with a piffling 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 tiny prick and sucked.

Ian moaned his pleasure as his wife blew him. Then he returned the favour. Pulling her thigh close and licking her pussy while his shaft was in her backtalk.

He could still savour Ulysses S. Grant's jizz inside her. A sense of taste he knew well, by then.

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

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

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

Then came Sunday ...

'COME OVER. AND BRING YOUR WHORE WIFE'was the school text assignment sent in the sunrise.

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