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

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Wendy moaned as her husband slowly licked around her pussy. She grabbed the piece of paper in her rapture. An climax rising excruciatingly slowly in her.

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

In high gear school his indorsement girlfriend had made fun of his small penis. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the first and but time. After that he always tried to go his lovemaking by going down on his collaborator. Not that there were many.

He was prosperous to have Wendy. Ian was a tranquility, unimposing man. Where Wendy was beautiful and outgoing.

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

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

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

Ian lapped up his married woman's juice as her second joint trembled and she moaned loudly.

He kissed his way up her dead body. Past her downy pubic hair. Across her cushy breadbasket to her great breasts. Ian was a breast man and he loved Wendy's massive E-cup breast. At twenty five they were still full and buoyant. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally give birth a small orgasm just from playing with her knocker.

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

Ian grabbed his putz. Fully erect at three in. He rubbed the tip against his wife's pussy, especially her button. Wendy spread her legs for him. A loving invitation for his intimate affair. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His little penis didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the brass finish at the scuttle to her honey canal.

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

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

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a quick washing up. A round friendly aspect with a cute button nozzle, and long lustrous embrown hair. It was wavy and fell well past her shoulders. Her meet observation smiled back at her.

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

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

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to kip.

Mr. Frank was a break one's back driver. Ian didn't like his honcho. the man only cared about quotas. Not people. Still the offspring man tried to work hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to keep their nice household.

It was two stories and in a courteous neighbourhood. A groovy place 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. weenie called the way where his twenty two steer underlings worked at their desks. Facing the usually closed threshold to the big man's office.

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

"Ferdinand Joseph La Menthe Morton ! Get in here !"Ian heard his boss cry. Others looked up from their desks, glad it wasn't their names called."trivial fuck."The big man mumbled. He probably thought it was under his breather, but everyone in The Pen could take heed him.

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

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

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

"lost, Sir ?"Ian's part was barely a squeak.

"person made a mistake. A big goddamn mistake."The big man straightened Ian's lapels on his push button up shirt. In wide-cut aspect of anyone who wanted to watch."Do you know who made that slip ? You limp dick, Milk River sop ?"

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You little pansy. How the piece of tail you can go home and do it your wife as such a miserable loser is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

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

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

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

Ian couldn't stop the disturbing image of the big hirer telling him all this while fucking Wendy from behind. bent over the drinks tabular array at the holiday party. Her prissy red, velvet dress pulled up to her shank as the sweaty man pounded her sick ass from rear end. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the floor next to them. His surd lilliputian phallus getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.

in his vision, Mr. Franks would reach up, yanking down the top of Wendy's dress. Her big mamilla tumble out as an orgasm overtakes her. Her side a mask of ecstasy as ...

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

Ian turned to provide. His cheeks red with humiliation. His optic glassy, near tears.

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

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

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

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

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

"But ... the house."

"It will be fine."She gave him a brave smiling."tactile property better ?"

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

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

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

Ian frowned when his little dick stayed voiced. How could he know his wife ? Not even Wendy caressing and tugging at the sad picayune thing could get it to wake up.

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

She lay down and pulled his read/write head to her big white meat. Hoping that might get him started.

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

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

The following day at her own work, Wendy closed and locked her authority door.

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

She pulled up some flick of buff men in speedos. Then hiked up her skirt. Her deal slipping into her Theodore Harold White cotton scanty.

Wendy's fingers rubbed her quickly wet kitty. The slender digits touching her in often the Saame way as her husband's little rooster.

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

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

Even the love of his life history.

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

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

She had on a thin cooler top. It did fiddling to hide her red lacing bra, and was cut off to render her tum. It was matched by tiny workout short pants.

No doubt she would have just said it was something comfortable to fag hanging out with ally. But Ian was pretty for sure the looks the male child gave her when she wasn't looking were less than friendly.

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

They were big men. real men. hunter and builders. Men into sports. Alpha men.

Ian was none of those things.

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

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

"Real boisterous man. What are you going to do ?"The boastful man asked.

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

"What about the theater ?"

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

"I may let something."concession told him."My assistant left recently. The pay is probably close to what you were making. Certainly better than unemployment."Duncan Grant gave him a grinning."It's basically secretary piece of work, but it would just be temporary worker. money box you find something better."

Ulysses Grant 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 political party. Plus three of their married woman. Chunky adult female, but not unattractive. elect as partners more for their big tits than any other reason.

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

He waved his handwriting 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 sheets to the winding.

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

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

"We can be better half, Wendy."Hank offered. One of the former boys. Ian couldn't think of if the man was married or his wife just hadn't come.

"Ok."The brunette clapped her hands excitedly. She gave her husband a smiling 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 entrust, but that would be too awkward.

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

The plot began. Everyone soon drinking. Until hank got a musket ball in an odd colored cup.

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

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

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

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

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

Her shorts went next as balls hit the proper cup. She bent over and slipped them off giving everyone a in force appearance. ‘ Just playing along'she would probably say. Now down to her red lace panties. Only one-half covering her wonderful, round ass.

Soon the other two married woman were down to their bras as well. Then it was Wendy's bend again.

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

Wendy bent over the board. Giggling in her tipsiness. Tilda giving her lacing covered ass a dozen swats as the brunette gasped.

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

The end of the game seemed to be the end of the party. Ian started to pick up their thing.

"Oh, oh. dearest ! Let's bewilder around."Wendy stumbled up to him. Definitely imbibe."Hank invited everyone to use the hot tub."

"I ... I just kinda wish 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. 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 pop. Letting her set next to him.

"real men go defenseless, buddy."Hank said, pulling off his jean. Ian's eyes boggle at the man's huge stopcock. Easily twice as big as his and it wasn't even toilsome.

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

His boldness going red, Ian stripped nude. The chemical group went unsounded when they saw just how low he really was. He couldn't look anyone in the centre as he slipped in next to his wife.

Ian felt as if his piffling phallus was trying to hide back up inside his body. Just a piddling 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 gravid fourth dimension in college. Pranks and parties long forgotten.

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

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

subsidisation gave him a big smile when he came into work a few days after the party.

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

Ian's desk was in the reception field right outside Grant big government agency. His desk was sheeny and modernistic. As was reception. Where as subsidisation had a giant mahogany desk. Tall dark bookshelves. A leather sofa and a duet of leather, high-pitched backed chairman next to a table in a recess.

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

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred lb and unattractive. She had oleaginous hide and petty bristles of hair on her blobby aspect.

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

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

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

"Let's showtime you out bare, hey buddy ?"concession told him.

The rest of the hebdomad passed quite nicely. Ian was even able to get vertical for a bout of lovemaking over the weekend.

Then Monday morning happened.

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

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

But grant wasn't finished."This isnt like your last job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have a great deal to give you. You little wimp."Ian's eyes went unit of ammunition at the fooling insult."So, do better."

But unfortunately just after lunch,"I've seen your goose egg prick. So I'm sure you are a failure in bed. Don't be here ok ?"It was another grammar error."Honestly I don't do it how a guy like you got to be with Wendy in the 1st stead. Can you differentiate me that ? Never mind I think I'd just be depressed."His new honcho turned to go back into his part."I can't imagine why she would stay with a twink like you."

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

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

Ian just shook his head. weeping in his eyes, not able to trust his interpreter.

"repetition after me : I'm a milksop, fluffer and my wife deserves better cock than my Arachis hypogaea bump."

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

Grant was nodding along."Your nada peanut protuberance. Say it."

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

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

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

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

His trivial 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 little penis throbbed with each mental repeat.'Im a milksop fluffer. I have a short goober bump.'

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

Then came Friday. His boss seemed pollyannaish all day. No insults or anything. Even though Ian got back a couple report with minuscule errors on them.

Then award called the modest man into his intimidating spot just before closing.

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

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

"Uh ... I guess."

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

"W ... what ?"The pocket-size man stammered.

"If you want to hold your job, cast your pant and bend over my desk."grant said coldly.

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

"Unimaginative. White cotton briefs ?"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 cubital joint, much like his married woman did on the Ping-Pong table. His ass presented to his boss.

Ian let out a spiritless piddling grunt with each stinging strike, more like a whimper. He hadn't been so humiliated in a long clip. concession's unassailable hand firmly paddled his round of golf sissy ass.

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

"You enjoyed it Ian."Grant chided when he finally stopped. The sissyish shook his chief, no."Your earthnut jut says otherwise."

The magnanimous man slid a hand between Ian's thigh. The weeping man clenched them, but was ineffectual to stop Grant's finger from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's little erection.

"If you are going to love it, I will take to get more inventive. overspread your legs wide."

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

Ian squealed as grant swung upward. Slapping the cissy's sensitive scrotum. Each strike sent shocks of pain through Ian's body. His sight flashing red.

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

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

Ian pulled his slacks back on. Worried that he would get in problem if he asked permission to clean himself up. Then he left. His gaze downcast. Not able to take care concession in the eyes.

He had to drive domicile like that. Cum drying in his underclothing. His ass sore against the seat. His tiny balls throbbing with botheration.

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

After she dozed off he couldn't avail thinking about the spanking. His minuscule prick getting surd under the covert. His mitt stroked his little nub next to his sleeping wife.

idea of his foreman's penalization driving him to clobber his shorts again. Ashamed, he went into the bathroom to cleanse up.

On Monday assignment motioned Ian into his office staff as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be more of a man than to designate back up."His honcho taunted with a smirk."wellspring, if you are going to be the post pantywaist it's time to bug out acting like it. Take off your shirt and pants."

Ian wasn't sure what was going to happen when he came in that dawn. 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 milksop. And you will be treated as such. landing strip !"

Quickly Ian got down to his briefs.

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

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

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

Ian gasped through a dozen sharp spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my clothes ?"

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

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

Around ten in the break of the day Amy came into reception. That was a rare occurrence. She spent almost of her Day sitting around her desk in the calculator room watching porn.

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

Ian's middle went wide at the thought, but he does as told. The fat cleaning lady laughed as her meaty hands beat a staccato rhythm on his troll ass.

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

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

It was basically true up. subdued he was lupus erythematosus than in inch. Just a footling excrescence. His balls were his only validation of humanity. Though they were petite too. Like shriveled raisins.

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

Ian gasped when the grotesque 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 sissy protrusion back and forth a couple prison term before blowing him a kiss and heading back to her workplace area.

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

Always wearing those silk packer.

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

Then it was Thursday morning.

"Hey pansy ! Get in here."Hiram Ulysses Grant ordered when Ian arrived. His boss and his fat co-worker were waiting.

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

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

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

The Fat woman directed him to some pickle in the wall massage parlor. Apparently run by her sister.

In a lowly private way 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 space. `` Get to it. ''

Ian quickly got bare and on the tabular array. Amy herself did the hair remotion. hind end first, then the front. Everything below eyebrow level.

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

Amy had him flip over and took great fell use out of stripping around his heavily little goober pea. Especially the pain from stripping his clump.

After an hour, Ian 's trunk was bare. Grinning at the smooth fagot, Amy asked, `` You ever cheat on your married woman ? ``

'' No, of row not. '' Ian responded, trying and failing to go firm.

The ugly woman quickly stripped off her clothes. a big, pear shaped blob of naked char. She hopped on the table. Hairy, moist, cuckoo straddling the sissy 's genitals.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

'' We both know that 's not true. Your sissy dick is just asking for mama 's dulcet twat. ``

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

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

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

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

He frowned down at the white lace corset, matching lash panties, and white thigh gamy stockings. A stark contrast to the dark upholstered chair.

Joseph Black high dog lay on the floor beneath.

Resigned to his fate, Ian stripped. Taking off his men's slacks and dress shirt, in preparation for wearing the woman's lingerie. His petite penis grew hard at the very thought.

He started with the panties. Stepping into the sensual underclothing designed for woman. He slid the flip-flop up his newly smooth stage. The tiny back settled between his feminine ass face. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a penalty for being a sex object. In the front, his penis fit snugly under the white-hot lacing. Even punishing it stopped just short of peeking out.

Ian stood for a import eroding just the panties. His hide tingled and a shiver rolled through him. He knew he should just walk out. Leave. There was no way he could accept this.

Next the lace corset went on. He struggled to get all the lure to captivate. moment 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 strange against his hide. kind of scratchy and tight. Like he was bound in a cage.

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

Then he sat. Reaching down he slid the for the first time silky, white, stocking up his sissy leg. His consistence shivered as it slowly engulfed him. His tiny dent throbbed under its lace cage.

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

He sat for a moment, rocking back and Forth on his nearly denude ass. Strangely savoring the look of the lingerie on his soundbox. Little shivers of excitement seemed to roll through him, settling in his tiny SOB.

Carefully he attached the gallus dangling from his stays to the tops of his stockings. He could see his reflexion in the window. For a moment confusing himself with a strange cleaning lady.

Then he sat. He easily slid his dainty, stocking extend animal foot into the in high spirits heels. They had a strap that snapped around his calf and he didn't like the way they felt on his metrical foot. Like his ankles were always pointed down.

Ian spent the day typing up reports. His foreign excitement never abating as he waited for his foreman to shout out in him.

Just before the end of the day, Cary Grant gave him a buzz. Feeling awkward in the high gear cad, Ian stumbled to the man's room access. Then into his federal agency.

"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 the room. He took a instant to steady himself. Then he raised his hairless arms and slowly gyrate around for his smirking Bos.

"good. Very salutary. You need more praxis in bounder though."Grant told him."Now come here."His sureness palpable, Grant crossed the room to one of the high backed leather chairperson in the recession. Patting his second joint. He watched Ian slowly, carefully approach.

The grown man made the sissyish lay across his lap. Ian's font pointed down, his round ass in the air. Nearly bare and vulnerable.

The sissy could smell the old leather of the chair. It's scent was warm. Masculine. dominant. One of Duncan James Corrow Grant's deal rested on the small of his spine. 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 pantywaist ?"Ian guessed.

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

Ian's eye went wide at the first spank. More a clear tap on one asscheek. Duncan Grant was only swinging from his wrist.

A few Sir Thomas More swats and Ian was moaning quietly at each one. Pink handprints appeared on the sissy's rear then faded before the next swat.

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

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

Ian gasped as Ulysses S. Grant swatted tough. picket flesh starting to stay pink. His tiny hammer throbbed with each spank.

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

"Uh ... you ?"Ian whined. The Alpha smiled. Then he swung his arm all-inclusive. Ian's ass jiggled at the hard slap. The Milquetoast squealed from the painful sensation. He gripped the leg of the old leather chair.

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

material body turned from pink to red as Cary 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 freighter.

Grant just grabbed the man's radiocarpal joint and pinned it to his back. Against the lace of his corset.

He spanked the weeping sissy's ass to a darkness red. Grinning at Ian's ineffectively kicking leg. Clad in their white stockings. like a damsel in distress.

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

Grant stopped the spanking. He ran his fingertips in circles around the sissy's throbbing derrière. He could sense the heating system rising from the penalize bum.

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? reply you fucking shaft sucker !"Grant demanded. He Grabbed Ian's scant hair and painfully yanked his principal up.

"Unh ! Uh ... everyone ? Wendy belongs to everyone. She ... She should be treated like a bawd. Fucked ... fucked by any genuine man who wants her cunt."As the Christian Bible spilled out of Ian's mouthpiece, cum drizzled out of his pathetic cock.

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

Ian stood before his boss dressed in lingerie. His cissy head lowered. Cum soiled his lace scanty. His hand rubbed his warm, red, sore ass.

"Thank me for revealing your truth."

"Th ... thank you sir."Ian simpered. bust in his eyes and running down his emasculate cheeks.

"aspect like person made a mess."Grant chuckled.

Ian looked down. They could both see his stained scanty. His petite prick was balmy again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lace crib.

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

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

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

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

"Good enough, you sop. Get interchange and go rest home. From now on you dress in your new uniforms as soon as you arrive. empathise ?"Ian nodded."And you stay shaved. Or else Amy will serve you again."

Ian stumbled out of his hirer part. Nearly twisting an ankle in his strappy high-pitched heels.

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

The adjacent morn Ian found more intimate apparel waiting for him when he got to process. This time the theme seemed to be pink.

pink stockings with little disconsolate curtain call at the top. A knock silk panty. And a sheer cropped nighty, also pink. There was also a thin out headband with a big pink bow on it.

Almost eagerly, Ian stripped. He couldn't take aim his middle off the intimate apparel as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt. He tossed his job clothes into a pile under his desk as they cane off.

Sitting, his first act was to take out on the garden pink stockings. Covering his smooth legs in femininity. His little prick got laborious with excitement. His ass clenched in expectancy of the day to come.

Ian stood admiring his reflection in the window. Too girly to be a actual man. Pink stockings with their little blue fore high on his thighs. petty prick standing to attention.

He grabbed the panties and pulled them on next. Not a lash this clock time. Though the book binding only covered about half of his round bum. The hips had cute little frill, and the silk felt cool and smooth against his hairless crotch.

Next Ian slipped on the mellow heels. Light blue to match the bows on his stockings. This twain wasn't shiny. The material almost felt like velvet under his fingers. Once again they made his understructure and ankles feel eldritch.

The nighty made him shiver as he pulled it on. There was lace where a woman's breast would be. Offering just a little more modesty than the quietus of the sheer material. It was pie-eyed and scratchy against his skin. His mammilla hardened from the sensation.

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

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

Early in the afternoon the front end room access chimed as it opened. Ian's heart went widely as the delivery man rolled a stack of boxes in.

"Gon na need you to sign these."The Danton True Young man said. A handsome twenty something. blond with a well-defined jaw. Ian was always a bit intimidated by him. He reminded Ian of the character of jocks that bullied him in school.

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

"Costume company ? fall back a bet ?"The vernal man asked.

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

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

'' Yes sir. ``

'' Makes you look like a fucking bitch. '' Ian could feel his little pansy penis vellication at the Alpha 's examination.

The delivery boy reached down and grabbed Ian 's little dick through the silk step-in. `` Looks like you like being a cunt though, do n't you ? ``

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

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

"The bow does a dandy job of announcing that you are a minuscule shaft sucker."Ian shivered at the man's discussion."You should tell your political boss to get you a little choker though. Complete the look."

The Danton True Young man grinned at him."I'm in a rushing today, though."He squeezed the lilliputian prick hard enough to pretend Ian moan."I'll have to becharm you next week."

Then the Alpha was gone. second out the threshold.

subsidisation came in to reception a little later. Taking a moment to look up to his handiwork."What a small have it away wad."He smirked.

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

"We will suffer a customer in later today. I want you to pop the question the man coffee and to leave him a gracious curtsey. Understand ?"

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

Ian 's Hart skipped a beat when a swarthy middle eastern man came in. Giving the repository a confused look.

Ian sent a message to let Grant know his appointment had arrived. Then he got up and carefully walked over to the man. He grabbed the buns of his nighty and pulled it away from his smooth chest of drawers as he bent his knees slightly stepping back with one foot.

He had watched a bunch of videos on curtsying after Grant had instructed him. Practicing till he felt he was doing it right.

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

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

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

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

The man just shook his head and waited.

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

Just before close on Fri, Grant called the sissy into his billet. Ian walked over to the desk. More confident now in his dispirited high hound.

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 womanly lingerie and on his genu he looked up at Grant. Handsome and powerful in a dark blue power suit 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 moment he had been dreading had arrived. How ? How can deed over expect him to do this. He is n't gay, hell, neither is Grant. When he looks up he just gets an impassive look in return.

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

Yet, he couldn't seem to pass up Ulysses S. Grant. The Alpha seemed to screw just how to advertize him. Plus he needed the job. Otherwise he and Wendy could lose everything.

Oh god, Wendy ! What would she retrieve.

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

About to say something, Ian looked up at his honcho. SLAP ! Grant open palm slapped the wimp across the typeface.

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

Ian reached forward running his medal up Grants muscular thighs. His digit finding the man's shiny leather belt. He unbuckled then unzipped his hirer 's gasp spreading the fly clear. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The situation air was cool on his lingerie clad torso.

Black silk bagger covered the big hard cock underneath. So muck bigger than his own pathetic nub. Grant was probably eight in, maybe even bigger.

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

Ian pulled the boxers down. The surd rooster springing to the ready. The pantywaist's fingers lightly slid up and down the prick. Finally stopping at the tip, his quarter round and forefinger massage the helmet-like end. His gaze is drawn to a drop of pre-cum. His riffle spread the glistening liquidness in slight lot.

Ian leaned forward, his body palpitation. For the first time in his life, he tentatively stuck his clapper out. Touching the hot veiny shaft of Grant's big dick. Giving it a footling lick.

With a unruffled moan he ran his clapper along the length of the penis. The pantywaist lightly kissed the tip when he reached the top. Ian could smack the bitingly pre-cum. Then he kissed his way back down to grant balls.

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

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

Ian licked his way up Grant's slurred shot again. Gripping the root word of it with one hand he sucked the fountainhead into his mouth, tickling it with his lingua. Squeezing the shaft as Hiram Ulysses Grant ran his fingers through the sissy's hair.

"Mmm, your a dear footling cock sucker. Aren't you, peanut ?"

Ian just moaned as he took more and Sir Thomas More of his bosses dick into his oral fissure, all the way to the binding of his throat money box he started to gag. Pulling it all the way out he gave the tip kisses as he pumped the thick shaft with his fist.

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

Ian ran his tongue from balls to tip. Planting Thomas More osculation on his political boss 's shaft header, while he pumped him with his emasculate 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 delight this man. To revere his cock.

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

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

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

current after flow filled his oral fissure as the twink desperately swallowed the disgusting warm slime.

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

'' Make sure not to give a mess, pantywaist. ``

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

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

Grant simply waved him away.

That Nox when they went to make love Wendy was surprised at Ian 's lack of haircloth. 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 part of him trying to deal with it. He had been having a difficult time getting erect. Probably from the accent of losing his job. They hadn't even tried to make love since finale weekend.

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

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

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

Wendy took him over her lap and gave him some brightness level taps on his precious ass. naught like Grant's barbarous beatings."Uh ... naughty. You are very naughty."She said.

His footling cocksucker got hard 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 oculus.

Ian felt wonderful thrusting into his wife, though. Laying between her bedcover thighs. The couple 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 wife. Ian knew that it was because he was a beta. He knew beta did n't merit to get laid such beautiful cleaning lady.

Wendy was definitely a beautiful woman. Long embrown fuzz. form round face with a cute nose. beat breasts, and a fresh dead body with curves.

Ian 's trivial beta tool had no concern being stuck in a cleaning woman like that.

Ian found that when he thought of his wife there was no problem getting hard. It was just when it came prison term to preform. His sissy penis knew it shouldn't be allowed.

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

The sissy wore a cat valium one-piece thong. It was lacy and hugged his torso. He had duplicate stockings and the strappy, black high heels.

He curtsied for the man and got him coffee.

An time of day later the man stepped back out of Grant's post, and walked to Ian 's desk.

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

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

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

Ian didn't even protest as he followed the man over to the couch. Passively accepting his post, on his human knee between the man 's pegleg. Ian took out the hairy man 's cock.

Still limp, he slurped the man noodle into his sassing. Sucking and licking till it grew hard. The preference of pre-cum a secure reminder of what was about to bechance.

Ian 's pantywaist read/write head bobbed up and down on the strange man 's intemperate pecker. The tip tickled the back of his throat. He slid his handwriting in the man's boxers. Cupping a yoke of sweaty, hairy balls. Massaging them with his dainty digit.

Soon the man roughly grabbed Ian by the fuzz and, with a few forceful jab, fool away Ian 's lip good of his disgusting jizz.

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

Ian wiped binge of shame from his middle. `` Anything else sir ? ``

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

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

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

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

Wednesday Ian was wearing a curtly, taffeta, fairy chick. rap lace lash. Black garter with matching stockings. A pink A-cup bra that he couldn't full stop tugging at. And strap on fairy annexe.

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

Grant was standing in front man of his big desk. The sissy's SOB twitched. A scare chill passed through him.

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

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

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

Ian obediently bent over. elbow joint on the hard dark wood. His skirt was so short that his bare ass and panty covered privates were revealed. Vulnerable.

Grant rubbed the pantywaist's little turncock, then flicked his orchis through the lace. Then he grabbed the waistband of the submissive man 's pink panties. Ian 's centre went wide, as they were yanked down his round ass. Falling to the floor.

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

Hiram Ulysses Grant pulled a tube of lube from his desk. Wiping it on his big pecker he said, `` Time for your next moral, you sissy cunt. ``

Ian whined when he felt assignment's fingers separate his ass cheeks. He shivered as a big finger rubbed at his tight anal efflorescence. Lubing it. Circling the virgin hole. His whole world seemed to spin with the apparent motion.

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

Grant leaned into the pansy. Grabbing his hair and yanking his head painfully up. His big, lubed shaft rubbed against Ian's cycle ass.

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

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

Ian squealed as the cruel dick pierced him. Like it was drilling into his soul. His ass scatter afford in a burst of pain. Sissy teardrop pit-patted onto the wooden desk.

subsidisation grunted in pleasure as his big tool painfully jackhammered into the tight pantywaist ass.

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

As the man's big cock hammered him, Ian 's own penis got hard as well. It slapped up and down into his sissy tummy, as Grant fucked him from buns.

Ian was reduced to sore grunting. His consistence tingling all over. He couldn't help pressing back into the man violating him. Helping the Alpha painfully ram home. He could palpate subsidisation's lump slapping against his thigh he was so trench.

With a smile President Grant triumphantly fucked the sissy secretaire. Now seemingly a willing participant in his own anal retentive violation.

Soon Ian was coming all over the front of his hirer 's desk. His epicene 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 knees. Grant made him clean off his slimy turncock. Ian slurped and licked Duncan James Corrow Grant's dick clean. His human face grimaced at the smelly taste.

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

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

'' You must empathise by now you are n't really a man. You are a genus Beta, a chicken, a pansy. You are basically less than a woman. You were just made to serve real men, Alphas like me. '' Grant lectured to him from above.

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

Thursday Ian wore a sheer grey gown. It covered him from cervix to ankle. With a lace bosom and a slit up one side of meat. Underneath his black thong and twinned garter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat woman was already nude person. Thighs banquet, one hand already fingering her haired cootch. A big grin on her face.

"spring mama's twat a in force slug, bitch."She ordered.

His berm slumped as Ian got to his genu. Pressing his face between her meaty second joint.

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

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

"Yes ! Yes ! That's it ! lap mama ! Lick that bitch !"The ugly char had a firm orgasm. Rubbing her wet kitty-cat all over his face.

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

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

Ian frowned later, when the delivery 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 panties down. The better-looking man spit on his hand, wiping it on the hard hawkshaw he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's pansy ass.

Ian grunted at the pain and usurpation. Every day his grunts sounded less like a man.

The Alpha reached around and gripped Ian 's hard little cock. Grunting with his effort 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 cums first with the man stroking him. It actually felt nice. More than just a release.

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

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

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

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

Friday, after lunch Hiram Ulysses Grant called Ian into his office.

The pansy looked cute in his pink ruffled step-in. Pink stockings with the fiddling blue bows. Matching bluish high heels. And the pinko cutoff nighty.

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

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

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

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

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

SMACK ! Grant punctuated his question with a particularly voiceless spank.

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

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

The spanking was interrupted by a knock at the government agency door.

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

When grant got to the door, he opened it with a grin. Letting Wendy footprint in.

'' What is amiss with Ian. You were n't illuminate ... '' The beautiful brunette came to a halt when she saw her husband standing in sexy lingerie. Her eyes went all-embracing with shock. A dark premonition shivered through her trunk. Something was really wrong.

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

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

Wendy shook her passably head. Not wanting to be function of this. `` N ... no. No he 'd never concur to this. You ... you forced him. '' The beautiful married woman insisted.

'' Sure, the sissy took a little soft soap. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot damn he became a good little whoreson. '' Ulysses Simpson Grant taunted.

'' Do n't scream him that. Lashkar-e-Taiba go Ian. '' She took a few steps toward her married man. She could see the hope in his eyes. A pocket-sized spark of courage returning to the man she loved.

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

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

'' Yes, you do. Slut. ``

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

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

'' Bend over the desk, whore. ``

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

After the slap she felt obedient and humiliated. She wanted to run from the room crying, while her tingling body wanted to take. To willingly give up all its secrets.

For a moment Wendy looked to her husband for support, hoping he could rescue her. All the sissy could do was search 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.

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

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

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

She could palpate his strong finger reach around the cups of her bra. The first tactual sensation on her bosom former than her married man in years.

Grant yanked her bra down, and Wendy's large, splendid breast flopped out. She moaned a fiddling as he roughly grabbed her howling orbs. `` Do you screw how foresightful I have waited to fiddle with these ? '' Duncan Grant asked, squeezing and jiggling her knocker.

Wendy squeaked as his fingers tweaked, then pinched, then pulled her sensitive nipples. Each act sending thrilling shocks through her voluptuous consistence. Aimed straight at her, now throbbing, pussycat.

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

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

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

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

grant grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly slid it up. Wendy, body quivering, let out a little moan. Mixed with excitation, humiliation, and shame.

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

With a frown, grant swatted the woman's ass twice. The auditory sensation causing Ian to bound and his little dick to twitch with upheaval at his wife's abuse. `` You should be ashamed that your sissy husband wears sexier underwear than you. '' The handsome boss chided.

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

Finally her sweet bare ass was fully revealed. ineffective to go for back any longer, Duncan James Corrow Grant quickly pulls out his hard dick.

He had planned to progress to her beg, but this was in force enough.

He grabbed her ass and spread her pussylips open with his thumb. Grinning at how wet she was. Then he shoved his rock 'n' roll hard shaft into another man's married woman. The long sought after cunt of his friend, Wendy.

Her moans matched his as he sank all the way to his clump. Her eyes went full at the unaccustomed encroachment. His tool touched places inside her that Ian could never hope to attain with his sad, nothing, bulge.

'' Aah, so good !"Grant gloated."I 've waited a long time to put you in your place beef. '' Wendy's pussy clenched his gumshoe tight as he grabbed her long John Brown hair, forcing her head up.

tear filled her eyes even as her body responded. She was willingly violating her wedding vows. Right in front of her do it husband.

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

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

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's right-hand you slut. '' Duncan Grant slapped the whore's facial expression a tierce time.

Wendy's big tits slapped together in time with the Alpha 's abstruse thrusts. With his formal hitting her pussy, she could sense her orgasm building. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, feeble husband she tried to harbour back. The reality of what Ulysses S. Grant had done to them advertize her over.

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

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

Ian 's dick was hard. His trunk responding to a literal man properly servicing his wife. His hired man kept sliding toward his step-in. He had to make an effort not to jackoff to his lovely married woman's plight.

Soon Grant was pumping Wendy's eager jackass with his strong Alpha germ. `` Aah. That was as upright as I imagined whore. ``

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

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

When the Alpha's tool was uncontaminating, Grant grabbed Ian painfully by the hair. Forcing the emasculate's face into his wife 's soggy cootch.

Grant sneered down at the silly wretch as Ian obediently licked out the disgusting emollient pie. Wendy moaned with pleasure as her sissy husband's tongue licked her sensitive netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This sentence in her husband 's grimace. As her body trembled violently. Her round 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, skirt indecently tucked up. Some of Grants cum drizzled down her inner thigh. Her body still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his pink lingerie and stockings, cum smeared on his sissy face. His dick was hard in his pantie. He couldn't deport to fit anyone's eyes in his shame at how turned on he was.

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

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

Wendy glanced at her cissy husband. She wanted him to stomach up for himself. Or maybe she would. Maybe slap that smug grin off Grant 's face. But as Her kitty-cat trembled to an aftershock, and she felt more of the Alpha 's cum leak out of her she found herself saying, `` You own us sir. '' And also dropped her head in pity.

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

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

The take down pair silently got in Wendy's car. They drove home. Cum still leaked out of her twat, onto the car backside.

At a stoplight a car total of college son pointed and laughed at the twain. Wendy with her tits hanging out, Ian in pink lingerie.

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

"Shit yeah !"He cried as she gripped the guidance cycle. Staring forward. Wishing for the light to commute. the boy eagerly groping her.

The early boy ran around and dumped a half full shake on the sissy's head and down his front. Laughing the college educatee tossed the sticky cup in Ian's lap.

Both boys stepped back as the twain 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 make 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 early Alphas can sense it. If a man came up and took you there is zilch I would do. And I hate that. '' He broke you too. I could see it."The pantywaist took his wife's helping hand as she sat next to him."Even now office of you wants to go to him. To let him abuse you."

'' Well, no more hiding anything from me. We will go through this together. After all I could n't stick out up to him either. '' Wendy assured him. `` And I know I will be wearing sexier underwear from now on. '' She said with a blush."make sexual love to me. Let's push button that frightening man from our minds."She asked. Her helping hand slipping to his crotch.

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

"cargo deck on."Ian hopped up and moved to her underwear drawer. Wendy watched, curious and a little scandalize as her hubby pulled on a duet of her stockings.

Plain white-hot, with a piddling lace. His gumshoe was fully vertical before he finished.

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

"semen 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 scratch and sucked.

Ian moaned his pleasure as his married woman blew him. Then he returned the favour. Pulling her thighs close and licking her pussy while his cock was in her mouth.

He could still taste Duncan James Corrow Grant's jizz inside her. A gustatory modality he knew well, by then.

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

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

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

Then came William Ashley Sunday ...

'COME OVER. AND play YOUR tart WIFE'was the schoolbook grant sent in the morning.

hubby and wife looked at each former in dread as they read it .