author note- this taradiddle includes non-consensual, rough, and coerced sex. As well as neat and bi-sexual sex.

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Wendy moaned as her husband slowly licked around her kitty-cat. She grabbed the sheets in her ecstasy. An orgasm rising excruciatingly slowly in her.

Ian was neat at cunnilinctus. He practiced often on his wife. Delighting in the way his tongue could afford her delight.

In high schoolhouse his bit girl had made fun of his small penis. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the first off and solely time. After that he always tried to get down his lovemaking by going down on his partner. Not that there were many.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wendy put a hand on the back of her husband's neck as he gently squeezed and kissed her tits. She rubbed her silky thigh against his incline. Her wet twat was ready for its next round of seventh heaven.

Ian grabbed his pecker. Fully erect at three inch. He rubbed the tip against his wife's pussycat, especially her button. Wendy spread her branch for him. A have intercourse invitation for his sexual affaire. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His small penis didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the nerve endings at the opening to her beloved duct.

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

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

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a immediate wash up. A turn well-disposed typeface with a cute button nose, and long lustrous Robert Brown hair. It was wavy and fell well past her shoulders. Her slaked reflection smiled back at her.

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

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

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to sleep.

Mr. Franks 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 prissy house.

It was two history and in a nice neighborhood. A nifty place to enkindle a mob. 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 address underlings worked at their desks. Facing the usually closed door to the big man's office.

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

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

Ian walked to the front of the way. His top dog lowered in disgrace and fear. He couldn't help it. He felt like he was being called to the principal sum spot for a paddling.

"Do ... do you want me to close the doorway, 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 temple, but still intimidating as he stepped close to Ian."We lost the Green account."

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

"someone made a error. A big goddamn mistake."The big man straightened Ian's lapels on his button up shirt. In total purview of anyone who wanted to watch."Do you know who made that mistake ? You limp cock, milk sop ?"

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You minuscule pansy. How the fuck you can go home and fuck your married woman as such a piteous bankruptcy is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

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

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

"No buts, except your wife's hot bout one, and your little effeminate one. No misapprehension. Period."the cruel man taunted.

Ian couldn't stop the disturbing simulacrum of the big boss telling him all this while fucking Wendy from ass. Bent over the drinks table at the holiday party. Her nice red, velvet wearing apparel pulled up to her waist as the sweaty man pounded her pale ass from behind. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the floor next to them. His punishing little phallus getting slowly squeezed in a nuthatch.

in his imagination, Mr. Franks would reach up, yanking down the top of Wendy's dress. Her big mamilla spill out as an sexual climax overtakes her. Her face a mask of raptus as ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But ... the house."

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

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

"How about I comfort you in a way only a charwoman can ?"She gave him a sly smiling and pulled off her shirt. White cotton plant bra covering to the highest degree of her big breasts.

She led him upstairs. They stripped following to their bed. Then crawled to each former and hugged.

Ian frowned when his small dick stayed soft. How could he fuck his married woman ? Not even Wendy petting and tugging at the sad short matter could get it to rouse up.

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

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

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

She lightly rubbed herself between her thighs. Hornier than she has been in months. But without any 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 room access.

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

She pulled up some pictures of buffer men in speedos. Then hiked up her annulus. Her deal slipping into her white cotton fiber panties.

Wendy's finger rubbed her quickly wet pussy. The slender digits touching her in much the Same way as her husband's little shaft.

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

Ian didn't like company. Especially with his married woman's Friend. She would take a hop from individual to person chatting and happy. He would sit in a box. Forgotten by everyone.

Even the beloved of his life.

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

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

She had on a slim down tank top. It did little to hide her red lace bra, and was cut off to express her tummy. It was matched by midget workout drawers.

No doubt she would possess just said it was something comfortable to outwear hanging out with ally. But Ian was pretty certainly the looks the boys gave her when she wasn't looking were less than friendly.

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

They were big men. genuine men. huntsman and constructor. Men into sportswoman. Alpha men.

Ian was none of those matter.

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

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

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

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

"What about the house ?"

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

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

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

Tonight there were six of the boys at the party. Plus three of their wives. Chunky fair sex, but not unattractive. Chosen as partners more for their big titty than any other cause.

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

He waved his hands and refused to play when they started up a plot of partner niff.

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

"Are you certain honey ?"Wendy asked."We used to play in college when we had sufficiency people."

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

"We can be partners, Wendy."Hank offered. One of the other boys. Ian couldn't call up if the man was married or his married woman just hadn't semen.

"Ok."The brunet clapped her hands excitedly. She gave her married man a smile as they walked outside.

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

Two twain stood at either end of a Ping River niff mesa with cup laid out. Certain cupful were unlike colors, Ian noticed.

The game began. Everyone soon drinking. Until hank got a testis 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 skillful rack. Double-D's held up by a shameful velvet bra.

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

Ian's little cock stirred as his married woman was ogled by their acquaintance. care that she didn't seem to mind.

Her shortstop went next as musket ball hit the proper cups. She bent over and slipped them off giving everyone a good show. ‘ Just playing along'she would probably say. Now down to her red lace panties. Only half covering her wonderful, rung ass.

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

"I doubt anyone wants to see someone else's wife naked."grant said with a smirk. often to Ian's relief."How about penalty. Opposite woman gives a fiddling spank."

Wendy bent grass over the mesa. Giggling in her insobriety. Tilda giving her lacing covered ass a dozen swats as the brunette gasped.

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

The end of the secret plan seemed to be the end of the political party. Ian started to collect their things.

"Oh, oh. Honey ! Let's stick around."Wendy stumbled up to him. Definitely wassail."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 of cards. Hank was waiting. Some others were already in the tub. Ulysses 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 succeeding to him.

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

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

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

Ian felt as if his little penis was trying to hide back up inside his 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 boy talked about some swell meter in college. buffoonery and parties long forgotten.

Finally, mercifully, Grant announced that he had an early day. The radical broke up. Ian struggled to get his drunkard wife dressed then dwelling house and to bed.

In the end Ian didn't have much of a option. It was not a great expanse for mass in his business.

grant gave him a big grinning when he came into work a few days after the company.

"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 bureau. His desk was shiny and modern. As was reception. Where as Grant had a giant mahogany desk. Tall dark bookshelves. A leather couch and a span of leather, senior high backed chairs next to a table in a box.

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

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred Pound and unattractive. She had greasy skin and footling 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 dungaree and sticking out her hand.

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

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

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

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

Then Mon first light happened.

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

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

But accord wasn't finished."This isnt like your live job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have a great deal to return you. You fiddling wimp."Ian's center went round at the casual insult."So, do better."

But unfortunately just after lunch,"I've seen your zilch prick. So I'm sure you are a bankruptcy in bed. Don't be here ok ?"It was another grammar error."Honestly I don't have intercourse how a guy like you got to be with Wendy in the 1st place. Can you evidence me that ? Never mind I think I'd just be depressed."His new boss turned to go back into his berth."I can't imagine why she would stay with a twink like you."

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

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

Ian just shook his mind. crying in his middle, not able to entrust his voice.

"repeat after me : I'm a pantywaist, fluffer and my wife deserves better cock than my peanut bump."

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

Grant was nodding along."Your cipher peanut swelling. Say it."

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

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

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

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

His petty dick was hard as a rock when he went down on his wife. 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 niggling penis throbbed with each mental repeat.'Im a pantywaist fluffer. I have a short peanut bump.'

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

Then came Friday. His knob seemed cheerful all day. No vilification or anything. Even though Ian got back a couple report with small errors on them.

Then deed over called the minuscule man into his intimidating office just before close.

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

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

"Uh ... I guess."

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

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

"If you want to stay fresh your job, drop your pant and Bend over my desk."concession said coldly.

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

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

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

Ian let out a meek trivial grunt with each stinging strike, more like a whimper. He hadn't been so humiliated in a yearn clock time. grant's stiff mitt firmly paddled his round sissy ass.

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

"You enjoyed it Ian."grant chided when he finally stopped. The sissy shook his headway, no."Your goober bump says otherwise."

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

"If you are going to relish it, I will have to get more inventive. disperse your ramification wide."

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

Ian squealed as Hiram Ulysses Grant swung upward. Slapping the sissy's sensitive scrotum. Each bang sent electrical shock of pain through Ian's body. His pot flashing red.

His stopcock and balls grasp with each spank. Soon Ian is cumming in his underwear. Though it doesn't flavor like any coming 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 license to houseclean himself up. Then he left. His gaze downcast. Not able to look Hiram Ulysses Grant in the heart.

He had to labor home like that. Cum drying in his underwear. His ass sore against the hind end. His lilliputian clod throbbing with pain.

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

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

Thoughts of his knob's punishment driving him to clobber his boxershorts again. Ashamed, he went into the toilet to clean up.

On Monday 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 evidence back up."His gaffer taunted with a smirk."well, if you are going to be the situation sissy it's meter to start acting like it. Take off your shirt and pants."

Ian wasn't sure what was going to pass when he came in that morn. 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 legal brief.

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

Ian stripped out of his tidy-whities. Blushing as he revealed his lilliputian penis again. The little thing throbbing to an erection despite the abominable situation.

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

Ian gasped through a dozen tart spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my clothes ?"

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

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

Around ten in the morning Amy came into receipt. That was a rare natural event. She spent virtually of her twenty-four hours sitting around her desk in the electronic computer room watching porn.

"knob says your the post pantywaist now. Git your close ass over that desk, boy."She ordered him.

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

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

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

It was basically true. Soft he was less than in inch. Just a lilliputian hump. His orchis were his merely trial impression of humanity. Though they were lilliputian too. Like sere raisins.

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

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

"Yup. That's tiny."She slapped his sissy bump back and forth a couple times before blowing him a kiss and heading back to her work area.

The next two mean solar day 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 hard for his wife.

Then it was Th break of day.

"Hey pantywaist ! Get in here."Grant ordered when Ian arrived. His boss and his fat workfellow were waiting.

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

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

Ugly Amy grinned at him as they got in his car. `` Army of the Pure go. '' She ordered.

The Fat woman directed him to some pickle in the rampart massage front room. Apparently run by her Sister.

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

Ian quickly got nude painting and on the board. Amy herself did the hair's-breadth removal. bum first, then the front. Everything below eyebrow stage.

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

Amy had him flip over and took with child barbarous enjoyment out of stripping around his severely little peanut. Especially the pain from stripping his glob.

After an hour, Ian 's consistency was bare. Grinning at the placid 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 wearing apparel. a big, Pyrus communis shaped blob of nude woman. She hopped on the table. Hairy, moist, twat straddling the sissy 's privates.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

'' We both know that 's not true. Your pantywaist putz is just asking for mummy 's sweet cunt. ``

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

The ugly woman easily slid it in. Ian closed his eye feeling the fat womanhood move her cootch up and down his flyspeck cock.

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

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

He frowned down at the white lace stays, matching lash pantie, and White person second joint gamy stockings. A stark line to the iniquity upholstered chair.

Black high bounder lay on the story beneath.

Resigned to his fortune, Ian stripped. Taking off his men's slump and dress shirt, in preparation for wearing the fair sex's intimate apparel. His tiny phallus grew hard at the very thought.

He started with the panties. Stepping into the sultry underwear 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 penalisation for being a sex object. In the movement, his member fit snugly under the white lace. Even operose it stopped just short of peeking out.

Ian stood for a instant wearing away just the pantie. His hide tingled and a shiver rolled through him. He knew he should just walk out. farewell. There was no way he could accept this.

Next the lace girdle went on. He struggled to get all the hooks to take hold of. Minutes passed as he worked it. Standing in reception. Only the lacy flip-flop to cover his shame.

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

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

Then he sat. Reaching down he slid the first silky, ovalbumin, stocking up his pantywaist leg. His body shivered as it slowly engulfed him. His midget prick throbbed under its lace cage.

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

He sat for a moment, rocking back and forth on his nearly scanty ass. Strangely savoring the look of the lingerie on his body. niggling shivers of agitation seemed to tramp through him, settling in his tiny shit.

Carefully he attached the suspenders dangling from his corset to the big top of his stockings. He could see his manifestation in the window. For a moment confusing himself with a strange woman.

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

Ian spent the day typing up account. His strange inflammation never abating as he waited for his Bos 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 bureau.

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

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

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

"good. Very good. You need more practice in heels though."Grant told him."Now come here."His confidence palpable, grant crossed the room to one of the high backed leather chairman in the corner. Patting his thigh. He watched Ian slowly, carefully coming.

The great man made the sissy lay across his lap. Ian's face pointed down, his rung ass in the air. Nearly bare and vulnerable.

The Milquetoast could smell the old leather of the president. It's scent was hard. Masculine. dominant. One of Grant's hands rested on the diminished 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 eyes went encompassing at the first spank. More a light tap on one asscheek. Grant was only swinging from his wrist.

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

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

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

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

Again Hiram Ulysses Grant stopped."Who does she belong with ? You pitiful wimp."The handsome man asked.

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

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

human body turned from pink to red as Grant dominated the pitiful milksop.

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

Grant just grabbed the man's carpus and pinned it to his spine. Against the lace of his corset.

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

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

assignment stopped the spanking. He ran his fingertips in roundabout around the sissified's throbbing derrière. He could finger the heat energy rising from the punished bum.

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? reply you fucking cock fool !"Grant demanded. He Grabbed Ian's brusque hair and painfully yanked his headland up.

"Unh ! Uh ... everyone ? Wendy belongs to everyone. She ... She should be treated like a whore. Fucked ... fucked by any real man who wants her cunt."As the word of honor spilled out of Ian's back talk, cum drizzled out of his wretched dick.

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

Ian stood before his chief dressed in lingerie. His sissy brain lowered. Cum soiled his lace pantie. His hand rubbed his warm, red, sore ass.

"Thank me for revealing your truth."

"Th ... thank you sir."Ian simpered. weeping in his eyes and running down his sissyish cheeks.

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

Ian looked down. They could both see his maculate panties. His diminutive prick was soft again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lacing cot.

"Clean it up, sissy."There was a menace in Ulysses S. Grant vocalism. One that Ian had no will to defy.

With a oaf in his throat and a weight in the pit of his stomach, Ian pulled off the grime panties. Lifting them to his nerve. He could clearly see the pale slime.

He grimaced as he brought them to his lips. Slurping up the disgusting, virulent mess. Tasting cum for the initiatory sentence. His cum.

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

"trade good enough, you sop. Get changed 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 avail you again."

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

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

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

pinko stockings with picayune gamy bows at the top. A pink silk panty. And a sheer cropped nighty, also pink. There was also a thin out headband with a big garden pink bow on it.

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

sitting, his 1st act was to rive on the pink stockings. Covering his smooth legs in femininity. His little prick got hard with exhilaration. His ass clenched in prediction of the day to come.

Ian stood admiring his reflection in the window. Too girly to be a existent man. Pink stockings with their niggling blue bows high on his thigh. Little prick standing to aid.

He grabbed the panty and pulled them on adjacent. Not a lash this time. Though the back only covered about half of his troll bum. The hip joint had cunning niggling ruffles, and the silk felt cool and smooth against his hairless crotch.

Next Ian slipped on the high heels. Light blue to play off the bows on his stockings. This pair wasn't shiny. The material almost felt like velvet under his fingers. Once again they made his feet and ankles feel weird.

The nighty made him shiver as he pulled it on. There was lace where a cleaning lady's breasts would be. Offering just a little more modesty than the residue of the sheer fabric. It was wet and scratchy against his skin. His nipples hardened from the aesthesis.

Finally he placed the bow on his head. Sensing that, more than any of the balance was announcing to the mankind that he was a pansy.

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

Early in the afternoon the forepart threshold chimed as it opened. Ian's eyes went widely as the livery man rolled a stack of boxes in.

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

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

"Costume party ? miss a bet ?"The immature man asked.

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

'' Huh. '' The man said thoughtfully. `` hoodlum job mart. '' The effeminate couldn't meet the younger man's eyes.

'' Yes sir. ``

'' Makes you look like a do it bitch. '' Ian could experience his piffling sissy penis vellication at the Alpha 's scrutiny.

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

Ian wanted to shout out '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 Word."You should tell your boss to get you a little ruffle though. dispatch 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 enamour you next week."

Then the Alpha was gone. Back out the door.

Grant came in to reception a petty later. Taking a second to look up to his handiwork."What a little hump wad."He smirked.

He had Ian stand and fold over his secretary's desk. Lightly swatting the pansy's hindquarters as he gave him pedagogy.

"We will have a customer in later today. I want you to offer the man coffee and to leave him a skillful curtsy. Understand ?"

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

Ian 's hart skipped a meter when a swarthy middle eastern man came in. Giving the escritoire a mazed feel.

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

He had watched a crew of TV on curtsying after Ulysses S. Grant had instructed him. Practicing till he felt he was doing it right.

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

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

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

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

The man just shook his head and waited.

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

Just before close on Fri, Grant called the sissy into his bureau. Ian walked over to the desk. More positive now in his blueing high heel.

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

Submissive, in feminine lingerie and on his genu he looked up at Grant. Handsome and muscular in a iniquity blue mightiness wooing reclining on a black leather office couch.

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

Ian gulped heavily. The import he had been dreading had arrived. How ? How can allow ask him to do this. He is n't gay, Inferno, neither is Grant. When he looks up he just gets an stolid looking at in return.

Ian looked at his boss 's genitalia. 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 Grant. The Alpha seemed to make love just how to push him. Plus he needed the job. Otherwise he and Wendy could lose everything.

Oh god, Wendy ! What would she reckon.

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

About to say something, Ian looked up at his boss. smack ! Grant exposed palm slapped the wimp across the grimace.

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

Ian reached forward running his palms up Grants muscular thighs. His fingers finding the man's burnished leather belt. He unbuckled then unzipped his knob 's pants spreading the fly open. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The part air was cool on his intimate apparel clad body.

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

In a daze Ian ran his fingers along the beam, smooth through the silk. He could palpate where Ulysses Simpson Grant's dick flared at the tip. He could see the outline in the lustrous cloth.

Ian pulled the boxers down. The hard hammer springing to the ready. The sissy's fingers lightly slid up and down the dick. Finally stopping at the tip, his thumb and forefinger massage the helmet-like end. His gaze is drawn to a bead of pre-cum. His quarter round spread the glistening liquidness in little roundabout.

Ian leaned forward, his eubstance palpitation. For the first time in his biography, he tentatively stuck his tongue out. Touching the hot veiny shaft of Grant's big peter. Giving it a petty slug.

With a quiet moan he ran his natural language along the duration of the penis. The sissy lightly kissed the tip when he reached the top. Ian could taste the bitter pre-cum. Then he kissed his way back down to Grants balls.

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

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

Ian licked his way up Hiram Ulysses Grant's dense shaft again. Gripping the base of it with one hand he sucked the foreland into his oral cavity, tickling it with his tongue. Squeezing the shaft as President Grant ran his finger through the sissyish's hair.

"Mmm, your a expert petty cock sucker. Aren't you, peanut ?"

Ian just moaned as he took more and More of his honcho dick into his oral fissure, all the way to the backrest of his throat till he started to gag. Pulling it all the way out he gave the tip kisses as he pumped the thick shaft with his clenched fist.

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

Ian ran his clapper from orb to tip. Planting Sir Thomas More kisses on his boss 's gumshoe head, while he pumped him with his milksop finger.

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

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

Sucking the cock back in his mouth, Ian sucked hard while vigorously pumping the shot. With his former manus he lightly squeezed the bigger man 's Lucille Ball.

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

Stream after watercourse filled his mouth as the twink desperately swallowed the disgusting warm ooze.

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

'' make sure not to lead 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 Night when they went to cause love Wendy was surprised at Ian 's want of whisker. He explained that it was supposed to be a sexy surprise.

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

Wendy had an climax 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 face."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 visible radiation taps on his precious ass. Nothing like President Grant's vicious beatings."Uh ... naughty. You are very naughty."She said.

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

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

Ian felt wonderful thrusting into his wife, though. Laying between her spread thighs. The couplet moaned together as they made passion.

His orgasm came quickly as he thought about how humiliating it was that he could n't just get hard for his wife. Ian knew that it was because he was a Beta. He knew betas did n't deserve to sleep together such beautiful cleaning lady.

Wendy was definitely a beautiful fair sex. Long brown hair's-breadth. Kind round font with a cute nozzle. vex breasts, and a sweet body with curvature.

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

The customer returned on Monday. The honest-to-god, dusky man. He obviously disapproved of Ian.

The sissy wore a jet one-piece G-string. It was lacy and hugged his body. He had matching stockings and the strappy, black high heels.

He curtsied for the man and got him coffee.

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

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

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

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

Ian didn't even protest as he followed the man over to the sofa. Passively accepting his place, on his knees between the man 's branch. Ian took out the hairy gentlemen 's prick.

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

Ian 's sissy head bobbed up and down on the strange man 's hard dick. The tip tickled the rachis of his throat. He slid his mitt in the man's underdrawers. Cupping a couple of sweaty, hairy balls. Massaging them with his kickshaw fingers.

Soon the man roughly grabbed Ian by the tomentum and, with a few forceful poke, inject Ian 's backtalk full of his disgusting jizz.

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

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

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

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

Ian could smell the man's ball sweat on his fingers the rest of the day. No matter how often her time-tested to lactate them clean house.

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

Midweek Ian was wearing a poor, taffeta, fay skirt. Pink lacing G-string. Black garter with match stockings. A pink A-cup bra that he couldn't stop tugging at. And strap on fairy wings.

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

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

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

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

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

Ian obediently bent over. articulatio cubiti on the hard dark Grant Wood. His chick was so short that his bare ass and panty covered genitals were revealed. Vulnerable.

subsidisation rubbed the sissy's little tool, then flicked his balls through the lace. Then he grabbed the waistband of the submissive man 's pink panty. Ian 's center went panoptic, as they were yanked down his beat ass. Falling to the flooring.

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

Grant pulled a electron tube of lubricating substance from his desk. Wiping it on his big dick he said, `` Time for your next lesson, you sissy cunt. ``

Ian whined when he felt Grant's digit carve up his ass cheeks. He shivered as a big finger rubbed at his compressed anal flush. Lubing it. Circling the Virgo kettle of fish. His entirely world seemed to spin with the gesture.

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

Ulysses Simpson Grant leaned into the sissy. Grabbing his hair and yanking his head painfully up. His big, lubricate dick rubbed against Ian's beat ass.

"meter to truly make you my little bitch."subsidization hissed into his ear.

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

Ian squealed as the cruel tool pierced him. Like it was drilling into his soul. His ass spread spread out in a fusillade of pain in the ass. Sissy crying pit-patted onto the wooden desk.

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

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

As the man's big peter hammered him, Ian 's own member got hard as well. It slapped up and down into his sissified corporation, as Grant fucked him from behind.

Ian was reduced to awful grunting. His torso tingling all over. He couldn't help pressing back into the man violating him. Helping the Alpha painfully ram habitation. He could feel Grant's ballock slapping against his thigh he was so thick.

With a grin Grant triumphantly fucked the pantywaist repository. Now seemingly a willing participant in his own anal violation.

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

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

Pulling out he spun Ian around, pushing the twink to his genu. Hiram Ulysses Grant made him make clean off his slimy cock. Ian slurped and licked concession's prick clean. His face grimaced at the foul taste.

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

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

'' You must interpret by now you are n't really a man. You are a beta, a crybaby, a sissy. You are basically LE than a womanhood. You were just made to serve veridical men, Alphas like me. '' Grant lectured to him from above.

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

Th Ian wore a sheer grey night-robe. It covered him from neck to ankle. With a lace boob 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 Duncan James Corrow Grant's peter in his mouth. Then he was called back to see Amy.

The fat woman was already nude sculpture. thigh spread, one script already fingering her hairy cootch. A big smile on her nerve.

"give mom's cunt a good lick, bitch."She ordered.

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

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

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

"Yes ! Yes ! That's it ! salt lick mama ! Lick that cunt !"The ugly fair sex had a strong orgasm. Rubbing her wet pussy all over his face.

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

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

Ian frowned later, when the speech man came in.

The young man grinned, and motioned Ian over. He forced the milksop over his desk. He lifted Ian's gown and pulled his pantie down. The handsome man saliva on his helping hand, wiping it on the hard cock he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's pansy ass.

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

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

Ian cum first with the man stroking him. It actually felt decent. More than just a exit.

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

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

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

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

Friday, after lunch Grant called Ian into his place.

The pansy looked cute in his pink ruffled scanty. pinko stockings with the little blue bows. Matching naughty high bounder. And the pink cutoff nighty.

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

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

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

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

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

nip ! Grant punctuated his question with a particularly surd spank.

'' Anyway she dates a guy called franklin, but that eventually goes south. Now see the other cat, they turn their binding on Franklin. causal agency 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 bang at the office doorway.

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

When President Grant got to the door, he opened it with a smile. Letting Wendy step in.

'' What is wrong with Ian. You were n't authorize ... '' The beautiful brunet came to a halt when she saw her married man standing in sexy lingerie. Her eyes went wide with shock. A dark presentiment shivered through her body. Something was really incorrect.

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

'' Hush Ian. '' Ulysses Simpson Grant interrupted the wimp. He turned to the beautiful woman. `` Your married man came to me looking for a position and I gave him one. The one he was born for. Ian is the role bitch. '' The Alpha said with a smirk. `` This is the pansy you married, I just taught him his proper billet. ``

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

'' Sure, the pansy took a little sweet talk. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot hoot he became a good trivial shit. '' Grant taunted.

'' Do n't call him that. Lets go Ian. '' She took a few steps toward her husband. She could see the Bob Hope in his heart. A small spark of bravery returning to the man she loved.

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

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

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

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

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

'' flexure over the desk, whore. ``

Before this moment Wendy would have said that she was a unattackable, independent charwoman.

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

For a minute Wendy looked to her husband for backup, hoping he could rescue her. All the sissy could do was reckon uncomfortably at his feet.

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

Grant walked up behind her. Ian could see a expression of disgust on her boldness as he slowly ran his helping hand up her sides.

The Alpha reached around her front. Wendy clenched her optic shut. Trying to ideate herself anywhere else, as his hands wrapped around her breast.

The office filled with a ripping audio. Wendy gasped in cushion. In one quick motility Ulysses S. Grant tore the front line of her cause loose, blouse and all.

She could feel his inviolable finger reach around the cup of her bra. The first touch on her tits former than her husband in twelvemonth.

Grant yanked her bra down, and Wendy's declamatory, magnificent chest flopped out. She moaned a small as he roughly grabbed her howling globe. `` Do you have sex how farseeing I have waited to play with these ? '' subsidisation asked, squeezing and jiggling her tits.

Wendy squeaked as his fingers tweaked, then pinched, then pulled her sensitive nipple. Each act sending thrilling electric shock through her voluptuous body. Aimed straight at her, now throbbing, kitty-cat.

Ian knew her boob were A-one sensible. He figured she might actually orgasm from the way her face was flushed. If Grant kept playing with them.

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

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

Grant gave both teat a light smack. Then pushed on Wendy's back. Forcing her humiliated so that her articulatio cubiti were resting on the desk.

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

Slowly her white cotton plant panty were revealed. Covering a sweet stave ass.

With a frown, Hiram Ulysses Grant swatted the woman's ass twice. The auditory sensation causing Ian to jump off and his little dick to twitch with excitement at his wife's abuse. `` You should be ashamed that your sissyish husband habiliment sexier underwear than you. '' The openhanded boss chided.

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

Finally her Sweet bare ass was fully revealed. Unable to nurse back any longer, grant quickly pulls out his hard dick.

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

He grabbed her ass and spread her pussylips open with his thumbs. Grinning at how wet she was. Then he shoved his rock heavy peter 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 center went all-embracing at the unaccustomed intrusion. His dick touched home inside her that Ian could never hope to reach with his sad, nix, bulge.

'' Aah, so salutary !"Grant gloated."I 've waited a long meter to put you in your place bitch. '' Wendy's pussycat clenched his putz tight as he grabbed her long brown hair, forcing her principal up.

tears filled her heart even as her dead body responded. She was willingly violating her wedding vows. Right in front of her loving hubby.

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

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

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's right you slut. '' Grant slapped the whore's face a third time.

Wendy's big tits slapped together in clock time with the Alpha 's deep thrusts. With his testicle hitting her snatch, she could feel her orgasm building. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, weak hubby she tried to hold back. The realism of what Duncan Grant had done to them labour 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 material man 's dick. '' President Grant smirked at the sissy.

Ian 's turncock was hard. His body responding to a material man properly servicing his married woman. His hand kept sliding toward his panty. He had to make an endeavour not to jackoff to his lovely wife's plight.

Soon assignment was pumping Wendy's eager cuckoo with his strong Alpha ejaculate. `` Aah. That was as good as I imagined whore. ``

The Alpha slapped her ass as he pulled out. grant's softening pecker was covered in glistening be intimate ooze. Ian hurried over obediently to clobber it plumb. Tasting both his political boss and his wife's hot juices.

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

When the Alpha's putz was blank, President Grant grabbed Ian painfully by the whisker. Forcing the sissy's face into his wife 's sloppy cootch.

Grant sneered down at the pathetic poor devil as Ian obediently licked out the disgusting cream pie. Wendy moaned with pleasure as her sissy husband's spit licked her sensitive netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This sentence in her married man 's typeface. As her consistence trembled violently. Her beat ass jiggling. Her amphetamine trunk collapsed on the desk.

Finally Grant allowed the couple to abide up.

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

Wendy stood with her big nipple still hanging out of her torn causa, skirt indecently tucked up. Some of Grants cum drizzled down her internal thigh. Her consistence still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his garden pink lingerie and stockings, cum smeared on his Milquetoast face. His dick was backbreaking in his panties. He couldn't bear to meet anyone's centre in his shame at how grow 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 abide up for himself. Or maybe she would. Maybe slap that smug grin off Grant 's face. But as Her pussycat 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 disgrace.

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

He yanked Wendy's parry off. She gasped as he gave her nipples one last pinch. Sending an excited shiver through her.

The disgrace couple silently got in Wendy's car. They drove home. Cum still leaked out of her puss, onto the car seat.

At a stoplight a car full of college boys pointed and laughed at the duet. Wendy with her bosom hanging out, Ian in pinko lingerie.

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

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

The other boy ran around and dumped a half full shake on the emasculate's oral sex and down his social movement. Laughing the college bookman tossed the steamy cup in Ian's lap.

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

Finally home the couple silently showered together.

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

Ian sat heavily on their bed with a sigh.

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

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

"It's not just that."Ian admitted."I hate this, but he broke the bulwark inside me. I 'm a Beta male now. And other Alphas can sense it. If a man came up and took you there is aught 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 aphrodisiac underclothing from now on. '' She said with a blush."shuffle love to me. Let's button that terrible man from our minds."She asked. Her bridge player slipping to his crotch.

Both their shoulders slumped when nothing happened. Her fingers failed to get him concentrated.

"handle on."Ian hopped up and moved to her underwear drawer. Wendy watched, curious and a little outrage as her hubby pulled on a span of her stockings.

Plain Andrew Dickson White, with a little lace. His dick was fully erect before he finished.

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

"semen here, love."She ordered.

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

Now she slurped up his bantam prick and sucked.

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

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

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

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

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

Then came Sunday ...

'seminal fluid OVER. AND BRING YOUR WHORE WIFE'was the textual matter grant sent in the morning.

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