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

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Wendy moaned as her married man slowly licked around her pussy. She grabbed the sheets in her disco biscuit. An orgasm rising excruciatingly slowly in her.

Ian was great at cunnilinctus. He practiced often on his married woman. Delighting in the way his tongue could make her pleasure.

In high schoolhouse his second base girlfriend had made fun of his modest penis. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the first and lone time. After that he always tried to begin his lovemaking by going down on his partners. Not that there were many.

He was lucky 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 softness and love none of her other boyfriends had. They were soon married.

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

When his knife slid between her netherlips, Wendy's orgasm began approaching a great deal faster. When he started rubbing her button it broke.

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

He kissed his way up her eubstance. Past her downy pubic fuzz. Across her cushy tummy to her large bosom. Ian was a boob 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 receive a diminished sexual climax just from playing with her knocker.

Wendy put a hand on the back of her husband's neck as he gently squeezed and kissed her mammilla. She rubbed her silky thigh against his side. Her wet snatch was make for its side by side round of bliss.

Ian grabbed his cock. Fully erect at three in. He rubbed the tip against his wife's pussy, especially her clit. Wendy spread her legs for him. A get laid invitation for his sexual intimacy. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His small penis didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the nerve endings at the opening to her love duct.

Ian didn't last long. He never did. His footling SOB 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 small too flabby. But that translated to a confection round ass and big tits.

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a quick wash up. A daily round friendly face with a cute button nose, and long sheeny brownness hair's-breadth. It was rippled and fell well past her shoulder. Her meet reflection smiled back at her.

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

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

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to sleep.

Mr. Franks was a hard worker driver. Ian didn't like his boss. the man only cared about quotas. Not mass. Still the Danton True Young man tried to operate hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to keep their nice home.

It was two write up and in a nice neighborhood. A great office to raise a sept. Which they would as soon as they were a bit more secure.

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

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

"Jelly Roll Morton ! Get in here !"Ian heard his knob outcry. Others looked up from their desks, glad it wasn't their name calling called."short fuck."The big man mumbled. He probably thought it was under his breathing time, but everyone in The Pen could hear him.

Ian walked to the front line of the room. His head lowered in shame and fear. He couldn't assistant it. He felt like he was being called to the principals place for a paddling.

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

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

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

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

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You slight pansy. How the fuck you can go rest home and fuck your wife as such a pathetic loser is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

"Shut up, cream-puff !"The man ordered. Ian wasn't sure why, but he had to switch locating 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 round one, and your niggling sissy one. No misunderstanding. Period."the cruel man taunted.

Ian couldn't stop the disturbing image of the big genus Bos telling him all this while fucking Wendy from behind. Bent over the drinks tabular array at the vacation party. Her nice red, velvet dress pulled up to her waist as the sweaty man pounded her pale ass from posterior. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the floor next to them. His voiceless little penis getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.

in his visual modality, Mr. frankfurter would hand up, yanking down the top of Wendy's dress. Her big titmouse crumble out as an sexual climax overtakes her. Her look a mask of raptus as ...

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

Ian turned to get out. His cheeks red with chagrin. His eyes glassy, near tears.

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

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

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."flavor 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 woman can ?"She gave him a sly smiling and pulled off her shirt. White cotton bra covering nigh of her big breasts.

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

Ian frowned when his little gumshoe stayed soft. How could he fuck his wife ? Not even Wendy caressing and tugging at the sad fiddling thing could get it to awake up.

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

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

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

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

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

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

She pulled up some exposure of caramel men in speedos. Then hiked up her wench. Her paw slipping into her white-hot cotton panties.

Wendy's digit rubbed her quickly wet pussycat. The slender digits touching her in a good deal the same way as her husband's slight prick.

She didn't last long as her fingers played. She bit the back of her fist when she came. In an attempt to continue placid.

Ian didn't like parties. Especially with his married woman's supporter. She would bound from somebody to individual chatting and happy. He would sit in a recess. Forgotten by everyone.

Even the love of his life sentence.

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

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

She had on a thin tank top. It did trivial to blot out her red lace bra, and was cut off to show her tummy. It was matched by tiny workout shorts.

No dubiety she would have just said it was something comfortable to wear hanging out with friend. But Ian was pretty sure the looks the boy gave her when she wasn't looking were less than friendly.

It didn't help that her supporter 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 twinge of insecurity when they were close to her.

They were big men. Real men. Hunters and builders. Men into sports. Alpha men.

Ian was none of those matter.

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

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

"real uncut man. What are you going to do ?"The cock-a-hoop 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 small man admitted.

"I may have something."concession told him."My assistant left recently. The pay is probably close to what you were making. Certainly better than unemployment."subsidisation gave him a smiling."It's basically repository workplace, but it would just be temporary. Till you find something better."

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

Tonight there were six of the boys at the party. Plus three of their married woman. Chunky adult female, but not unattractive. elect as partners more for their big titty than any former reason.

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

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

"We're going to be odd team then."Ben insisted. His smiling married woman leaning on his arm. Already a dyad sheets to the air current.

"Are you sure enough 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 partner, Wendy."Hank offered. One of the other boys. Ian couldn't remember if the man was married or his wife just hadn't seminal fluid.

"Ok."The brunette clapped her hands excitedly. She gave her husband a smile as they walked outside.

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

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

The game began. Everyone soon drinking. Until hank got a ball in an odd color in 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 overnice wheel. Double-D's held up by a Joseph Black velvet bra.

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

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

Her trunks went next as egg hit the proper loving cup. 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 one-half covering her wonderful, bout ass.

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

"I doubt anyone wants to see someone else's married woman naked."Ulysses S. Grant said with a smirk. very much to Ian's relief."How about penalties. opposite word woman gives a little spank."

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

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

The end of the game seemed to be the end of the party. Ian started to collect their matter.

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

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

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

They walked back out to the patio. Out to the deck. Hank was waiting. Some others were already in the tub. Grant, Ben, and his wife Tilda.

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

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

"real number men go au naturel, buddy."Hank said, pulling off his denim. Ian's oculus boggle at the man's Brobdingnagian shaft. Easily twice as big as his and it wasn't even hard.

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

His grimace going red, Ian stripped nude. The group went dumb when they saw just how small he really was. He couldn't look anyone in the centre as he slipped in following to his wife.

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

Mercifully no one said anything about his penis.

The boy talked about some great sentence in college. prank and company long forgotten.

Finally, mercifully, Duncan Grant announced that he had an ahead of time day. The group broke up. Ian struggled to get his drunk married woman dressed then home and to bed.

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

subsidisation gave him a big smile when he came into oeuvre a few years after the party.

"I think you will enjoy working here, Ian."subsidisation 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 Grants big office. His desk was lustrous and modern. As was reception. Where as Grant had a giant mahogany desk. Tall dark bookshelves. A leather sofa and a twosome of leather, high backed chairs next to a table in a recess.

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

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred pounds and untempting. She had greasy skin and footling bristles of hair on her blobby boldness.

"well, you're a little bit of nothin'ain't ya ?"She said cheerily. Wiping Cheeto debris on her dungaree and sticking out her hand.

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

Soon he was at his desk with a lean of project to do.

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

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

Then Mon morning happened.

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

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

But grant wasn't finished."This isnt like your lastly job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have a great deal to establish you. You little wimp."Ian's eyes went round at the casual insult."So, do better."

But unfortunately just after lunch,"I've seen your nothing peter. So I'm sure you are a nonstarter in bed. Don't be here ok ?"It was another grammar erroneousness."Honestly I don't get laid how a guy like you got to be with Wendy in the starting time place. Can you recite me that ? Never mind I think I'd just be depressed."His new honcho turned to go back into his function."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 ?"Hiram Ulysses Grant demanded."I can just dump your pansy ass back out on the street. Do you need that ?"The man asked sternly.

Ian just shook his head. Tears in his centre, not able to intrust his vocalization.

"Repeat after me : I'm a sissy, fluffer and my wife deserves better turncock than my Arachis hypogaea bump."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The verbal insults continued the eternal rest of the workweek. Ian began to fear each clip Grant came out of his agency.

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

Then allot called the minuscule man into his restrain office just before mop up.

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

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

"Uh ... I guess."

"If you were a misbehave niggling girl I'd spank you, Ian. Perhaps we should come out there."

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

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

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

"Unimaginative. Patrick Victor Martindale White cotton wool briefs ?"assignment 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 articulatio cubiti, much like his wife did on the ping-pong table. His ass presented to his boss.

Ian let out a modest lilliputian grunt with each stinging strike, more like a whine. He hadn't been so humiliated in a farsighted metre. Ulysses Simpson Grant's strong deal firmly paddled his bout sissy ass.

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

"You enjoyed it Ian."Grant chided when he finally stopped. The epicene shook his school principal, no."Your peanut bump says otherwise."

The bigger man slid a hand between Ian's second joint. The weeping man clenched them, but was ineffective to stop Ulysses Grant's fingers from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's fiddling erection.

"If you are going to revel it, I will give to get more inventive. unfold 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 subsidisation swung upward. Slapping the sissy's sensitive scrotum. Each strike sent seismic disturbance of pain through Ian's soundbox. His sight flashing red.

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

"There you go."President Grant announced delight. Stopping the punishment.

Ian pulled his slump back on. Worried that he would get in trouble if he asked permission to make clean himself up. Then he left. His gaze downcast. Not able to look Ulysses Simpson Grant in the eyes.

He had to labour home plate like that. Cum drying in his underwear. His ass sore against the seat. His bantam balls throbbing with botheration.

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

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

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

On Monday Ulysses S. Grant motioned Ian into his post as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be more of a man than to show back up."His boss taunted with a smirk."well, if you are going to be the power sissy it's prison term to part acting like it. Take off your shirt and pants."

Ian wasn't sure what was going to happen when he came in that morning. But this wasn't what he imagined."But ... But, I didn't do anything."

"No. It's not what you did. It's what you are."Grant stepped close. Looming over the littler man."You are a beta sissy. And you will be treated as such. Strip !"

Quickly Ian got down to his briefs.

"Just pathetic. Here you can wear 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 pugilist."Put them on. Then bend over."

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

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

Ian gasped through a dozen sharp spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my wearing apparel ?"

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

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

Around ten in the daybreak Amy came into receipt. That was a uncommon occurrence. She spent near of her days sitting around her desk in the computing device room watching porn.

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

Ian's centre went across-the-board at the intellection, but he does as told. The fat fair sex laughed as her meaty hands beat a staccato beat on his round ass.

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

She tugged the silk boxershorts down and express mirth"Boy ain't nuthin'there."

It was basically true. gentle he was less than in column inch. Just a niggling protrusion. His balls were his only cogent evidence of manhood. Though they were flyspeck too. Like wither raisins.

"Ooop ! Little turtle is gettin'brave !"She laughed. His putz seemed to be getting hard 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 bump back and forth a couple times before blowing him a kiss and heading back to her body of work orbit.

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

Always wearing those silk boxer.

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

Then it was Thursday morning.

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

"Amy will take you to get waxed. physical structure hairsbreadth is something a man has. Not you. When you get back your new work wearing apparel will be waiting. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amy had him summerset over and took great cruel delectation out of stripping around his hard little peanut vine. Especially the pain from stripping his balls.

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

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

The atrocious woman quickly stripped off her apparel. a big, pear shaped blob of naked char. She hopped on the table. Hairy, moist, zany straddling the sissy 's crotch.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

'' We both know that 's not true. Your sissy cock is just asking for momma 's sweet-smelling cunt. ``

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

The ugly woman easily slid it in. Ian closed his oculus feeling the fat woman strike her cootch up and down his lilliputian cock.

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

When they got back to work Ian found lingerie laid out on his chairperson with a eminence. ‘ Put it on milksop'

He frowned down at the ashen lace corset, matching lash pantie, and blanched thigh high stockings. A perfect direct contrast to the night upholstered chair.

total darkness high heels lay on the storey beneath.

Resigned to his fate, Ian stripped. Taking off his men's slacks and apparel shirt, in cooking for wearing the charwoman's intimate apparel. His tiny penis grew hard at the very thought.

He started with the panties. Stepping into the sensual underclothing designed for woman. He slid the thong up his newly smooth legs. The petite back settled between his feminine ass cheeks. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a punishment for being a sex object. In the forepart, his penis fit snugly under the lily-white lacing. Even hard it stopped just short of peeking out.

Ian stood for a moment wearing just the panties. His peel tingled and a chill rolled through him. He knew he should just take the air out. Leave. There was no way he could accept this.

Next the lace corset went on. He struggled to get all the lure to trip up. Minutes passed as he worked it. Standing in receipt. Only the lacy G-string to cover his disgrace.

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

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

Then he sat. Reaching down he slid the first silky, white, stocking up his sissyish leg. His dead body shivered as it slowly engulfed him. His tiny prick throbbed under its lace coop.

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

He sat for a moment, rocking back and forth on his nearly bare ass. Strangely savoring the feel of the lingerie on his body. Little shivers of excitement seemed to roll through him, settling in his tiny dickhead.

Carefully he attached the brace dangling from his corset to the tops of his stockings. He could see his reflection in the windowpane. For a present moment confusing himself with a strange woman.

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

Ian spent the day typing up reports. His unknown hullabaloo never abating as he waited for his boss to anticipate in him.

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

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

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

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

"goodness. Very good. You need more practice in dog though."Grant told him."Now come here."His authority palpable, President Grant crossed the way to one of the high backed leather chairperson in the nook. Patting his thigh. He watched Ian slowly, carefully approach.

The bigger man made the sissy lay across his lap. Ian's cheek pointed down, his round ass in the air. Nearly bare and vulnerable.

The sissy could smell the old leather of the professorship. It's aroma was stiff. Masculine. dominant. One of Grant's hired man rested on the little of his back. Almost comforting. As if Ian belonged to the Alpha male.

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

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

"That's parting of it."concession said.

Ian's centre went wide at the first-class honours degree spank. More a light tap on one asscheek. assignment was only swinging from his wrist.

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

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

"Y ... yes sir."The admittance sent a dark chill through the lost pansy. He didn't want to consider that.

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

Again concession stopped."Who does she go with ? You wretched wimp."The better-looking man asked.

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

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

material body turned from pinko to red as Grant dominated the pathetic sissy.

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

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

He spanked the weeping sissy's ass to a dark red. Grinning at Ian's ineffectively kicking legs. Clad in their clean stockings. like a damosel in distress.

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

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

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? solvent you fucking sashay sucker !"Duncan Grant demanded. He Grabbed Ian's short hair and painfully yanked his head up.

"Unh ! Uh ... everyone ? Wendy belongs to everyone. She ... She should be treated like a working girl. Fucked ... fucked by any substantial man who wants her cunt."As the news spilled out of Ian's back talk, cum drizzled out of his pathetic cock.

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 political boss dressed in lingerie. His sissyish brain lowered. Cum soiled his lace step-in. His handwriting rubbed his warm, red, sore ass.

"Thank me for revealing your truth."

"Th ... thank you sir."Ian simpered. split in his eyes and running down his sissy cheeks.

"facial expression like person made a mess."President Grant chuckled.

Ian looked down. They could both see his stain scanty. His tiny pricking was easygoing again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lace crib.

"Clean it up, sissy."There was a menace in Grants vocalism. One that Ian had no will to refuse.

With a lump in his throat and a weight in the pit of his stomach, Ian pulled off the begrime pantie. Lifting them to his face. He could clearly see the pale slime.

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

He could hear Grant chuckle, but not see him. Not through the lacing 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. see ?"Ian nodded."And you stay shaved. Or else Amy will facilitate you again."

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

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

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

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

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

Sitting, his first act was to pull on the pink stockings. Covering his smooth peg in femininity. His trivial SOB got hard 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 literal man. ping stockings with their little blue air bows high on his thighs. fiddling prick standing to aid.

He grabbed the panties and pulled them on next. Not a lash this time. Though the back only covered about half of his round bum. The hip joint had cunning little ruffles, and the silk felt cool and smooth against his hairless fork.

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

The nighty made him shiver as he pulled it on. There was lace where a charwoman's breasts would be. Offering just a little more modestness than the respite of the sheer fabric. It was tight and scratchy against his skin. His tit hardened from the sentience.

Finally he placed the bow on his drumhead. Sensing that, More than any of the relaxation was announcing to the world that he was a milksop.

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

Early in the afternoon the front door chimed as it opened. Ian's eyes went broad as the legal transfer man rolled a stack of box in.

"Gon na demand you to signal these."The Loretta Young man said. A handsome twenty dollar bill something. blonde with a chiseled jaw. Ian was always a bit intimidated by him. He reminded Ian of the character of athletic supporter that bullied him in school.

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

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

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

'' Huh. '' The man said thoughtfully. `` Tough job grocery store. '' The sissy couldn't meet the untried man's middle.

'' Yes sir. ``

'' Makes you look like a fucking beef. '' Ian could sense his little pansy penis twitch at the Alpha 's scrutiny.

The delivery boy reached down and grabbed Ian 's little tool through the silk panty. `` Looks like you like being a bitch though, do n't you ? ``

Ian wanted to scream '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 piffling cock sucker."Ian shivered at the man's words."You should tell your boss to get you a little choker though. Complete the look."

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

Then the Alpha was gone. support out the door.

Grant came in to reception a little later. Taking a here and now to admire his handwork."What a little fuck wad."He smirked.

He had Ian standstill and curve over his writing table's desk. Lightly swatting the sissified's rear as he gave him pedagogy.

"We will have a customer in later today. I want you to propose the man chocolate and to give him a nice curtsy. see ?"

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

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

Ian sent a message to let Grant bonk his engagement had arrived. Then he got up and carefully walked over to the man. He grabbed the prat of his nighty and pulled it away from his shine chest 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. burnt umber, I have an appointment."

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

The man just shook his head and waited.

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

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

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

Submissive, in womanly lingerie and on his knees he looked up at Grant. Handsome and powerful in a dark drab top executive courting reclining on a blackened leather function couch.

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

Ian gulped heavily. The moment he had been dreading had arrived. How ? How can grant expect him to do this. He is n't gay, pit, neither is Grant. When he looks up he just gets an impassive feeling in regaining.

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

Yet, he couldn't seem to refuse Grant. The Alpha seemed to know just how to press him. Plus he needed the job. Otherwise he and Wendy could recede everything.

Oh god, Wendy ! What would she think.

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

About to say something, Ian looked up at his boss. slap ! Grant out-of-doors palm slapped the wimp across the aspect.

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

Ian reached forward running his ribbon up concession muscular thighs. His fingers finding the man's shiny leather belt ammunition. He unbuckled then unzipped his boss 's trouser spreading the fly unfold. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The office air was cool on his lingerie clad physical structure.

Black silk shorts covered the big heavily tool underneath. So muck declamatory than his own pathetic nub. grant was probably eight inch, maybe even bountiful.

In a daze Ian ran his finger's breadth along the shaft, smooth through the silk. He could feel where Grant's dick flared at the tip. He could see the outline in the shiny cloth.

Ian pulled the boxers down. The hard hammer springing to the set. The sissy's finger's breadth lightly slid up and down the shaft. Finally stopping at the tip, his thumb and index massage the helmet-like end. His gaze is drawn to a drib of pre-cum. His flip spread the glistening liquid state in footling circles.

Ian leaned forward, his body trembling. For the first time in his life, he tentatively stuck his natural language out. Touching the hot veiny lance of Grant's big dick. Giving it a little salt lick.

With a calm moan he ran his glossa along the distance of the penis. The sissy lightly kissed the tip when he reached the top. Ian could taste the acerbic pre-cum. Then he kissed his way back down to Grants testicle.

section 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 back talk, then the other.

The cissy's little prick grew firmly with the degrading act. Grant moaned above him as Ian thoroughly cleaned the man's scrotum with his tongue. Rolling the musket ball around in his mouthpiece and gently sucking on them.

Ian licked his way up Grant's thick shaft again. Gripping the base of it with one manus he sucked the head into his mouth, tickling it with his lingua. Squeezing the gibe as grant ran his fingers through the sissy's tomentum.

"Mmm, your a ripe little pecker sucker. Aren't you, peanut ?"

Ian just moaned as he took more than and More of his knob dick into his back talk, all the way to the rear 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 fist.

Ian swallowed the rooster 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 more kisses on his boss 's prick head, while he pumped him with his sissy fingers.

He could palpate 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 turncock.

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

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

He could feel when concession's globe began to pump. The putz in his mouth twitched as it shot sulfurous cum at the vertebral column of Ian 's throat.

stream after stream filled his sass as the twink desperately swallowed the disgusting warm goop.

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

'' shuffling sure not to provide a kettle of fish, sissy. ``

After swallowing, Ian leaned forward to lap up any cum he missed. Kissing the tip of the softening tool 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 progress to love Wendy was surprised at Ian 's lack of fuzz. He explained that it was supposed to be a sexy surprisal.

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

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

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

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

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

His little prick got tough anyway. Humiliated by his wife treating him like a petulant schoolgirl.

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

Ian felt howling thrusting into his wife, though. Laying between her spread thighs. The duad 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 grueling for his wife. Ian knew that it was because he was a beta. He knew beta did n't merit to fuck such beautiful women.

Wendy was definitely a beautiful womanhood. Long embrown hair. Kind round face with a cute nose. Amazing white meat, and a sweetly consistency with curves.

Ian 's little beta prick had no line of work being stuck in a woman like that.

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

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

The sissy wore a Green River one-piece thong. It was lacy and hugged his body. He had matching stockings and the strappy, bootleg high heels.

He curtsied for the man and got him coffee tree.

An time of day later the man stepped back out of Grant's situation, 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 serve me, then. '' It was a command, not a question.

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

Still limp, he slurped the man noodle into his mouth. Sucking and licking money box it grew hard. The penchant of pre-cum a firm admonisher of what was about to happen.

Ian 's sissy head bobbed up and down on the strange man 's operose dick. The tip tickled the back of his throat. He slid his hand in the man's pugilist. Cupping a pair of sweaty, hairy balls. Massaging them with his dainty fingers.

Soon the man roughly grabbed Ian by the hair's-breadth and, with a few forceful thrust, shot Ian 's rima oris full-of-the-moon of his disgusting jizz.

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

Ian wiped rip of shame from his oculus. `` Anything else sir ? ``

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

'' No sir. '' The milksop 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 fingerbreadth the sleep of the day. No thing how often her tried and true to suck them clean.

Ian spent the hebdomad sucking Grant's putz in the forenoon and the dark-skinned man in the afternoon. If he showed up.

Wednesday Ian was wearing a brusque, taffeta, fay doll. Pink lace thong. Shirley Temple Black garter with check stockings. A pink A-cup bra that he couldn't plosive consonant tugging at. And strap on fay wings.

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

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

'' crimp over the desk cream-puff. '' Ulysses S. Grant ordered.

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

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

Ian obediently bent over. Elbows on the hard shadow wood. His skirt was so short that his bare ass and panty covered crotch were revealed. Vulnerable.

Duncan James Corrow Grant rubbed the pantywaist's picayune cock, then flicked his balls through the lace. Then he grabbed the waistband of the submissive man 's knock step-in. Ian 's eye went wide, as they were yanked down his round ass. Falling to the floor.

'' Mmm, not arrant. '' concession said, giving the sissy ass a swat. `` Still it 's soused and cherubic. '' The big man gave the ass another playful spank, as he pulled out his prick.

Grant pulled a subway of lube from his desk. Wiping it on his big prick he said, `` metre for your side by side lesson, you sissy cunt. ``

Ian whined when he felt Grant's fingers assort his ass brass. He shivered as a big fingerbreadth rubbed at his tight anal prime. Lubing it. Circling the virgin fix. His whole world seemed to reel with the motion.

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

Grant leaned into the Milquetoast. Grabbing his hair and yanking his drumhead painfully up. His big, lube dick rubbed against Ian's unit of ammunition ass.

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

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

Ian squealed as the cruel dick pierced him. Like it was drilling into his soul. His ass spread open in a flare-up of pain. pansy tears pit-patted onto the wooden desk.

Ulysses Simpson Grant grunted in pleasance as his big shaft painfully jackhammered into the crocked faggot ass.

Through clenched tooth 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 bay window, as Grant fucked him from behind.

Ian was reduced to irritating grunting. His body tingling all over. He couldn't assistance pressing back into the man violating him. Helping the Alpha painfully ram dwelling house. He could feel Duncan Grant's balls slapping against his thighs he was so recondite.

With a grin assignment triumphantly fucked the sissy writing table. Now seemingly a uncoerced participant in his own anal retentive violation.

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

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

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

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

pantie still around his mortise joint, Ian crawled around and licked his own weak cum from the figurehead of the desk.

'' You must see by now you are n't really a man. You are a beta, a wimp, a sissy. You are basically less than a cleaning lady. You were just made to swear out 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 accuracy. Had always known. That was the inner wall that crumbled at his first gust job. The wall betas build to try to pretend 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 breast and a puss up one side. Underneath his black thong and matching garter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat woman was already nude person. Thighs spread, one script already fingering her hirsute cootch. A big grin on her side.

"springiness mama's puss a respectable salt lick, bitch."She ordered.

His shoulder joint slumped as Ian got to his knee joint. Pressing his face between her meaty second joint.

Her fork smelled of vinegar and exertion. It was moist and hairy.

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

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

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

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

Ian frowned later, when the delivery man came in.

The Brigham 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 handsome man spit on his mitt, wiping it on the hard dick he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's pansy ass.

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

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

Ian come first with the man stroking him. It actually felt nice. Sir Thomas More than just a exit.

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

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

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

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

Friday, after lunch Grant called Ian into his office.

The sissy looked cute in his garden pink ruffled pantie. Pink stockings with the little puritanic obeisance. Matching blue high heels. And the pinko crosscut nighty.

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

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

See there was a mathematical group of about seven guys in college. We had been protagonist for class. Almost like comrade.

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

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

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

'' Anyway she dates a guy called Franklin, but that eventually goes south. Now see the early Guy, they turn their back on John Hope Franklin. Cause they all want a guessing at Wendy.

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

The spanking was interrupted by a bash at the power door.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

'' hush Ian. '' Grant interrupted the crybaby. He turned to the beautiful woman. `` Your husband came to me looking for a position and I gave him one. The one he was born for. Ian is the office bitch. '' The Alpha said with a smirk. `` This is the pantywaist you married, I just taught him his right place. ``

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

'' Sure, the sissy took a niggling coaxing. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot damn he became a skillful niggling shit. '' concession 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 oculus. A modest spark of courage returning to the man she loved.

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

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

'' Yes, you do. Slut. ``

'' No ! We are ... '' wham ! Grant shut her up with a slap to her beautiful fount.

What small hope and courage there was faded from Ian, as the red handprint faded from his wife's picket impudence.

'' curve over the desk, whore. ``

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

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

For a minute Wendy looked to her husband for support, hoping he could rescue her. All the pansy could do was see uncomfortably at his substructure.

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

Duncan Grant walked up behind her. Ian could see a look of disgust on her face as he slowly ran his hands up her position.

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

The office filled with a ripping audio. Wendy gasped in jolt. In one fast move assignment tore the front of her wooing unfold, blouse and all.

She could feel his strong fingerbreadth reach around the cup of her bra. The first feeling on her mamilla other than her husband in long time.

Grant yanked her bra down, and Wendy's large, splendid breasts flopped out. She moaned a small as he roughly grabbed her wonderful orb. `` Do you know how long I have waited to fiddle with these ? '' Duncan Grant asked, squeezing and jiggling her tits.

Wendy squeaked as his digit tweaked, then pinched, then pulled her tender mammilla. Each act sending thrilling jar through her voluptuous body. Aimed straight at her, now throbbing, pussy.

Ian knew her breast were ace sensitive. He figured she might actually orgasm from the way her human face was flushed. If assignment kept playing with them.

Ian wanted to look away. The pantywaist wanted to act he wasn't so impotent. That his wife wasn't being molested in battlefront 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 adult female, much lupus erythematosus one so beautiful.

Grant gave both breast a light slap. Then pushed on Wendy's back. Forcing her low so that her articulatio cubiti were resting on the desk.

Grant grabbed the hem of her bird and slowly slid it up. Wendy, organic structure vibration, let out a trivial moan. Mixed with excitement, abasement, and pity.

Slowly her white cotton wool pantie were revealed. Covering a dessert round ass.

With a frown, Duncan James Corrow Grant swatted the woman's ass twice. The strait causing Ian to jump and his little dick to twinge with hullabaloo at his wife's abuse. `` You should be ashamed that your sissy husband wears sexy underwear than you. '' The handsome boss chided.

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

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

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

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

Her moan matched his as he sank all the way to his ballock. Her oculus went extensive at the unaccustomed intrusion. His dick touched places inside her that Ian could never hope to get to with his sad, nothing, bump.

'' Aah, so good !"subsidisation gloated."I 've waited a long fourth dimension to put you in your place bitch. '' Wendy's pussy clenched his dick tight as he grabbed her farseeing John Brown hair, forcing her forefront up.

tears filled her center even as her consistency responded. She was willingly violating her wedding vows. right in front of her loving husband.

Duncan 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.

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

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's right you slut. '' Duncan James Corrow Grant slapped the cyprian's face a tertiary time.

Wendy's big bosom slapped together in time with the Alpha 's rich thrust. With his balls hitting her pussy, she could feel her orgasm building. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, rickety married man she tried to hold back. The reality of what Grant had done to them pushed her over.

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

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

Ian 's cock was laborious. His body responding to a veridical man properly servicing his wife. His script kept sliding toward his panties. He had to spend a penny an cause not to jackoff to his lovely married woman's plight.

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

The Alpha slapped her ass as he pulled out. grant's softening cock was covered in glistening piece of ass slime. Ian hurried over obediently to lick it plum. Tasting both his political boss and his wife's hot juices.

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

When the Alpha's dick was clean, Grant grabbed Ian painfully by the tomentum. Forcing the sissified's case into his wife 's sloppy cootch.

Grant sneered down at the piteous wretch as Ian obediently licked out the disgusting cream pie. Wendy moaned with delight as her pantywaist married man's spit licked her sore netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This clip in her husband 's case. As her organic structure trembled violently. Her round of golf ass jiggling. Her amphetamine physical structure collapsed on the desk.

Finally Duncan James Corrow Grant allowed the couplet to stand up.

'' Ha aspect at you two poor fish strumpet. '' 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 internal thigh. Her body still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his pink lingerie and stockings, cum smeared on his sissy face. His shaft was hard in his scanty. He couldn't bear to fulfil anyone's eyes in his ignominy at how move around on he was.

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

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

Wendy glanced at her sissified 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 pussy trembled to an aftershock, and she felt more of the Alpha 's cum leak out of her she found herself saying, `` You own us sir. '' And also dropped her head in shame.

Grant grinned cruelly at his dirty toys. `` You can both take the balance of the day off. But you ca n't fix yourselves up boulder clay you are home. ``

He yanked Wendy's sidestep off. She gasped as he gave her nipples one last hint. Sending an agitate chill through her.

The libertine couple silently got in Wendy's car. They drove home. Cum still leaked out of her twat, onto the car rear.

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

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

"dogshit yeah !"He cried as she gripped the steerage wheel. Staring forward. Wishing for the light to change. the boy eagerly groping her.

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

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

Finally home the duo 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 suspiration.

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

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

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

'' Well, no more hide out 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 sexy underwear from now on. '' She said with a flush."shuffle passion to me. Let's pushing that fearful man from our minds."She asked. Her hand slipping to his crotch.

Both their shoulder joint slumped when nothing happened. Her finger failed to get him hard.

"postponement on."Ian hopped up and moved to her underwear drawer. Wendy watched, odd and a little appalled as her hubby pulled on a pair of her stockings.

field Elwyn Brooks White, with a piddling lace. His shaft was fully erect before he finished.

"Ulysses 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 prick and sucked.

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

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

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

In the break of the day they both put on one of her nighties. Almost as a joke. Except they found she had no problem getting her husband aroused while he wore the intimate apparel.

Saturday was spent in bid and joy. It almost felt like they were discovering their honey for one another all over again.

Then came Sunday ...

'ejaculate OVER. AND wreak YOUR WHORE wife'was the textbook grant sent in the dayspring.

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