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

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Wendy moaned as her husband slowly licked around her pussy. She grabbed the sheets in her hug drug. An orgasm rising excruciatingly slowly in her.

Ian was dandy at cunnilingus. He practiced often on his wife. Delighting in the way his lingua could give her joy.

In high up school his second girlfriend had made fun of his small member. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the 1st and only clock time. After that he always tried to commence his making love by going down on his partners. Not that there were many.

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

They met shortly after college. She saw something in him, a gentleness and love none of her 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 protagonist and felt trapped in a job he didn't like.

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

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

He kissed his way up her organic structure. Past her downy pubic hair. Across her flaccid tummy to her large knocker. Ian was a white meat man and he loved Wendy's massive E-cup titty. At twenty dollar bill five they were still full and perky. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally stimulate a pocket-size sexual climax just from playing with her nipple.

Wendy put a hand on the dorsum of her married man's neck as he gently squeezed and kissed her tits. She rubbed her silky second joint against his side. Her wet kitty was prepare for its next troll of bliss.

Ian grabbed his cock. Fully erect at three inch. He rubbed the tip against his married woman's slit, especially her clit. Wendy spread her leg for him. A loving invitation for his sexual liaison. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His small penis didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the nerve finish at the possibility to her love canal.

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

"beloved you."Wendy said as she stood up and crossed to the lav. He watched her go. A beautiful charwoman. She had a curvy, athletic body. She couldn't get six ingroup abs, just a little too soft. But that translated to a sweet rung ass and big tits.

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a quick wash up. A round of golf friendly look with a cute clitoris nose, and long glistening John Brown fuzz. It was rippled and fell well past her shoulders. Her satisfy reflection smiled back at her.

Then she moved to the sleeping room door. Ian lay on his side smiling at her. He was cunning, in an effeminate way. shortstop, only five five to her five seven. She rarely wore dog when they went out.

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

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to sleep.

Mr. Franks was a slave device driver. Ian didn't like his political boss. the man only cared about quotas. Not the great unwashed. Still the young man tried to function hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to keep their prissy sign of the zodiac.

It was two stories and in a dainty neighborhood. A bully 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. Franks called the elbow room where his twenty two direct underlings worked at their desks. Facing the usually closed door to the big man's office.

‘ The Pen'where all the fucking grunter did their body of work.

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

Ian walked to the front of the way. His caput lowered in shame and fear. He couldn't helper it. He felt like he was being called to the school principal office staff for a paddling.

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

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

"doomed, Sir ?"Ian's vocalism was barely a narrow escape.

"soul made a fault. A big goddamn mistake."The big man straightened Ian's lapels on his push button up shirt. In full eyeshot of anyone who wanted to find out."Do you have a go at it who made that err ? You limp dick, milk sop ?"

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You short pansy. How the fuck you can go household and fuck your wife as such a hapless failure is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

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

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

"No buts, except your wife's hot troll one, and your slight cissy one. No mistakes. Period."the cruel man taunted.

Ian couldn't stop the disturb image of the big foreman telling him all this while fucking Wendy from seat. Bent over the swallow table at the holiday party. Her nice red, velvet dress pulled up to her waist as the sweaty man pounded her blanch ass from arse. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the floor following to them. His unvoiced little member getting slowly squeezed in a nuthatch.

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

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

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

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

Ian tossed the security badge on his ... the fellowship'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."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 fair sex can ?"She gave him a sly smile and pulled off her shirt. T. H. White cotton bra covering most of her big boob.

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

Ian frowned when his little dick stayed easygoing. How could he fuck his wife ? Not even Wendy necking and tugging at the sad niggling 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 head teacher to her big titty. Hoping that might get him started.

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

She lightly rubbed herself between her thighs. Hornier than she has been in calendar month. But without any relief. She didn't want to do anything that might stir up him.

The side by side day at her own piece of work, Wendy closed and locked her situation doorway.

She couldn't tell Ian, but she was definitely left unsatisfied from death dark.

She pulled up some characterisation of yellowish brown men in speedos. Then hiked up her bird. Her hand slipping into her blank cotton panties.

Wendy's finger's breadth rubbed her quickly wet pussy. The slender digits touching her in a good deal the Lapp way as her married man's lilliputian rooster.

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

Ian didn't like party. Especially with his married woman's protagonist. She would jounce from somebody to person chatting and happy. He would sit in a recession. Forgotten by everyone.

Even the honey of his lifetime.

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

Wendy wasn't prone to wearing provocative apparel. Only on the rarified juncture that they went out for a date night.

She had on a thin tank top. It did little to hide her red lacing bra, and was cut off to show her tummy. It was matched by tiny exercise short.

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

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

They were big men. real men. hunter and builder. Men into athletics. Alpha men.

Ian was none of those affair.

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

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

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

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

"What about the house ?"

"I got to get something promptly or we lose it."The slight man admitted.

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

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

Tonight there were six of the boys at the company. Plus three of their wife. Chunky adult female, but not unattractive. Chosen as pardner more for their big boob than any other reasonableness.

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

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

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

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

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

"We can be spouse, Wendy."Hank offered. One of the other son. Ian couldn't remember if the man was married or his wife just hadn't semen.

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

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

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

The secret plan began. Everyone soon drinking. Until hank got a lump in an odd colored cup.

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

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

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

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

Ian's piddling putz stirred as his wife was ogled by their friends. Attention that she didn't seem to bear in mind.

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

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

"I doubt anyone wants to see someone else's wife naked."President Grant said with a smirk. lots to Ian's relief."How about penalties. Opposite woman gives a piffling spank."

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

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

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

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

"I ... I just kinda neediness 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. Ulysses Grant helped her down. Letting her set adjacent to him.

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

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

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

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

Mercifully no one said anything about his penis.

The boys talked about some cracking times 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 sot wife dressed then home and to bed.

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

Ulysses Grant gave him a big smiling when he came into employment a few days after the party.

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

Ian's desk was in the reception arena right outside Grants big office. His desk was shiny and modern. As was reception. Where as President Grant had a giant mahogany desk. Tall drear bookshelves. A leather couch and a pair of leather, richly backed chairs next to a tabular array in a corner.

"This is Amy."The handsome man introduced him to the only other soul working in the function."She takes fear of the computers and makes sure our internet is running,"

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred pounds and untempting. She had greasy skin and little bristles of hair's-breadth on her blobby face.

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

"Uh, pleased to satisfy you."Ian said, shaking. ‘ She must have to get her bandeau custom made.'He thought. Her tits were tremendous.

Soon he was at his desk with a tilt of job to do.

"Let's start you out simple, hey brother ?"Cary Grant told him.

The remainder of the week passed quite nicely. Ian was even able to get erect for a bust of lovemaking over the weekend.

Then Monday morning happened.

"Ian, buddy. You made some fault 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 give wasn't finished."This isnt like your last job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have much to break you. You little wimp."Ian's eyes went round at the cursory affront."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 know how a guy like you got to be with Wendy in the first place. Can you narrate me that ? Never mind I think I'd just be depressed."His new gaffer turned to go back into his office."I can't imagine why she would stay with a twink like you."

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

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

Ian just shook his head. binge in his optic, not able to trust his part.

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

With horror at what he was doing, Ian's oral fissure opened."I ... I'm a sissy ... sissy fluffer. My wife deserves better tool than my peanut."

Grant was nodding along."Your nothing groundnut bulge. Say it."

"I ... I have a cipher peanut bump."Ian admitted obediently.

"Great. Hey pal. 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 resumes, but received no interest.

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

His little hawkshaw was hard as a rock when he went down on his wife. Though he couldn't get Grant's Word 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 short peanut bump.'

The verbal insults continued the rest of the hebdomad. Ian began to fear each meter grant came out of his office.

Then came Friday. His party boss seemed cheerful all day. No revilement or anything. Even though Ian got back a yoke reports with minuscule mistake on them.

Then grant called the smaller man into his intimidating situation just before closing.

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

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

"Uh ... I guess."

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

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

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

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

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

It's what Ian had always worn. He bent over his knob's desk. Resting on his elbow, much like his wife did on the ping-pong board. His ass presented to his hirer.

Ian let out a meek little oink with each stinging strike, more like a whine. He hadn't been so humiliated in a foresighted time. Duncan James Corrow Grant's strong hand firmly paddled his round sissyish ass.

If Ian was a real man he wouldn't standpoint for such treatment. Instead tears freely trailed down his cheek as he gasped to each relentless puff.

"You enjoyed it Ian."subsidization chided when he finally stopped. The sissy shook his chief, no."Your peanut gibbousness says otherwise."

The bigger man slid a hired man between Ian's second joint. The weeping man clenched them, but was unable to intercept President Grant's fingers from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's little erection.

"If you are going to savor it, I will cause to get more inventive. Spread your stage wide."

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

Ian squealed as grant swung upward. Slapping the effeminate's sensitive scrotum. Each rap sent daze of pain through Ian's body. His mountain flashing red.

His cock and balls grasp with each spank. Soon Ian is cumming in his underclothing. Though it doesn't feel like any coming he has ever had. It isn't even pleasant.

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

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

He had to drive place like that. Cum drying in his underclothing. His ass sore against the seat. His tiny glob throbbing with pain.

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

After she dozed off he couldn't assistance thinking about the spanking. His little cock up getting hard under the covers. His hand stroked his small nub next to his sleeping married woman.

sentiment of his foreman's punishment driving him to drub his underdrawers again. Ashamed, he went into the toilet to clean up.

On Mon subsidization motioned Ian into his office as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be more of a man than to designate back up."His boss taunted with a smirk."Well, if you are going to be the role sissy it's time to set off 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."Ulysses S. Grant stepped close. Looming over the belittled man."You are a beta pansy. And you will be treated as such. airstrip !"

Quickly Ian got down to his briefs.

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

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

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

Ian gasped through a dozen astute spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my clothes ?"

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

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

Around ten in the morning Amy came into reception. That was a uncommon happening. She spent to the highest degree of her twenty-four hour period sitting around her desk in the computer elbow room watching erotica.

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

Ian's middle went wide at the thought, but he does as told. The fat woman laughed as her meaty hands beat a staccato regular recurrence on his daily round ass.

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

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

It was basically true. diffuse he was lupus erythematosus than in inch. Just a little bump. His balls were his merely proof of humanity. Though they were tiny too. Like shriveled raisins.

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

Ian gasped when the grotesque cleaning lady 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 duet clip before blowing him a kiss and heading back to her work area.

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

Always wearing those silk boxers.

At Nox 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. Body hair's-breadth is something a man has. Not you. When you get back your new work dress will be waiting. ``

Humiliated, Ian followed Amy out of the part. His nous hanging low.

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

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

In a small individual way Amy had him strip down. Ian hesitated, uncomfortable with the unscathed matter. Then Amy casually reached out and slapped the sissy's ass. Reminding him of his place. `` Get to it. ''

Ian quickly got naked and on the board. Amy herself did the whisker removal. Backside first, then the front. Everything below brow level.

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

Amy had him flip over and took great roughshod enjoyment out of stripping around his laborious small peanut. Especially the pain from stripping his balls.

After an time of day, Ian 's physical structure was bare. Grinning at the smooth Viola tricolor hortensis, Amy asked, `` You ever cheat on your wife ? ``

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

The ugly cleaning lady quickly stripped off her clothes. a big, pear shaped blob of raw fair sex. She hopped on the table. Hairy, moist, twat straddling the sissy 's crotch.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

'' We both know that 's not true. Your Milquetoast dick is just asking for mama 's sweet slit. ``

It was true, the nuisance and humiliation had given his penis a raging three inch boo-boo.

The ugly woman easily slid it in. Ian closed his eyes feeling the fat cleaning lady move her cootch up and down his diminutive cock.

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

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

He frowned down at the Edward D. White lace corset, matching thong panties, and white thigh in high spirits stockings. A stark contrast to the shadow upholstered chairwoman.

total darkness high heel lay on the story beneath.

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

He started with the step-in. Stepping into the sensual underclothes designed for cleaning woman. He slid the thong up his newly smooth legs. The tiny back settled between his feminine ass nerve. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a punishment for being a sex object. In the social movement, his penis fit snugly under the white lace. Even hard it stopped just short of peeking out.

Ian stood for a here and now wear just the scanty. His skin 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 hooks to catch. arcminute passed as he worked it. Standing in reception. Only the lacy thong to shroud his shame.

When he finally had the corset properly on it felt strange against his skin. form of scratchy and smashed. Like he was bound in a Cage.

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

Then he sat. Reaching down he slid the first silky, White, stocking up his sissyish leg. His torso shivered as it slowly engulfed him. His bantam putz throbbed under its lace cage.

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

He sat for a minute, rocking back and Forth River on his nearly unembellished ass. Strangely savoring the feel of the intimate apparel on his trunk. minuscule shivers of inflammation seemed to roll through him, settling in his flyspeck putz.

Carefully he attached the suspenders dangling from his corset to the tops of his stockings. He could see his reflection in the window. For a import confusing himself with a unusual cleaning woman.

Then he sat. He easily slid his kickshaw, stocking cut across feet into the high blackguard. They had a strap that snapped around his calf and he didn't like the way they felt on his infantry. Like his ankles were always pointed down.

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

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

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

"Come in, kitty. Turn around so I can get a good look."Grant ordered.

Ian stumbled to the heart of the room. He took a mo to steady himself. Then he raised his hairless branch and slowly reel around for his smirking political boss.

"Good. Very good. You need more practice in cad though."Hiram Ulysses Grant told him."Now come here."His confidence palpable, Duncan James Corrow Grant crossed the room to one of the high backed leather chairperson in the corner. Patting his thigh. He watched Ian slowly, carefully approach.

The enceinte man made the sissified lay across his lap. Ian's face pointed down, his turn ass in the air. Nearly bare and vulnerable.

The sissy could sense the old leather of the president. It's scent was strong. Masculine. dominant allele. One of Grant's hands rested on the modest of his back. Almost comforting. As if Ian belonged to the Alpha male person.

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

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

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

Ian's eyes went encompassing at the first spank. More a light tap on one asscheek. Grant was only swinging from his wrist.

A few more swats and Ian was moaning quietly at each one. knock handprints appeared on the sissy's rear 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 iniquity shiver through the helpless sissy. He didn't want to believe that.

Ian gasped as grant swatted harder. pale physical body starting to stay pink. His petite cock throbbed with each spank.

Again Cary Grant stopped."Who does she belong with ? You pathetic wimp."The handsome man asked.

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

For living ? For comfortableness ? He didn't know. All he knew was the nuisance Grant unleashed on his ass.

pulp turned from pink to red as Grant dominated the silly sissy.

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

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

He spanked the weeping Milquetoast's ass to a shadow red. Grinning at Ian's ineffectively kicking branch. 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 feel the heat rising from the punished bum.

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

"Unh ! Uh ... everyone ? Wendy belongs to everyone. She ... She should be treated like a cocotte. Fucked ... fucked by any real man who wants her cunt."As the password spilled out of Ian's oral fissure, cum drizzled out of his pitiful 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 boss dressed in lingerie. His epicene head lowered. Cum soiled his lace panties. His hired man rubbed his warm, red, sore ass.

"Thank me for revealing your truth."

"Th ... thank you sir."Ian simpered. Tears in his oculus and running down his sissy cheeks.

"looking like mortal made a mess."concession chuckled.

Ian looked down. They could both see his tarnish panties. His bantam motherfucker was flabby again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lace cribbage.

"Clean it up, sissy."There was a threat in Duncan James Corrow Grant articulation. One that Ian had no will to hold.

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

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

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

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

Ian stumbled out of his boss office. Nearly twisting an ankle in his strappy high hound.

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

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

Pink stockings with little grim bows 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 acquire his eyes off the lingerie as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt. He tossed his business apparel into a lot under his desk as they cane off.

Sitting, his get-go act was to pull on the pink stockings. Covering his shine legs in femininity. His little prick got grueling with excitement. His ass clenched in anticipation of the day to come.

Ian stood admiring his reflection in the window. Too girly to be a real man. ping stockings with their little blue obeisance high on his second joint. little prick standing to tending.

He grabbed the panty and pulled them on side by side. Not a flip-flop this time. Though the back only covered about half of his beat bum. The hips had cute little ruffles, and the silk felt nerveless and smooth against his hairless crotch.

Next Ian slipped on the high heels. spark blue to match the bowknot on his stockings. This pair wasn't shiny. The material almost felt like velvet under his fingers. Once again they made his understructure and ankles feel weird.

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

Finally he placed the bow on his top dog. Sensing that, more than any of the rest was announcing to the reality that he was a sissy.

Ian sat at his desk doing his paperwork. Though he would get up every half hour and pass around the room. Practicing in the richly hound. Getting more convinced in them as the day wore on.

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

"Gon na need you to sign these."The young man said. A bountiful twenty something. Blonde with a chiseled 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 ? drop off a bet ?"The Whitney Moore Young Jr. man asked.

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

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

'' Yes sir. ``

'' shuffling you look like a ass beef. '' Ian could feel his little sissy penis twitch at the Alpha 's scrutiny.

The delivery boy reached down and grabbed Ian 's little dick through the silk panty. `` Looks like you like being a cunt 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 smashing job of announcing that you are a piffling cock sucker."Ian shivered at the man's Good Book."You should tell your knob to get you a little choker though. Complete the look."

The youthful man grinned at him."I'm in a hurry today, though."He squeezed the little dick hard enough to wee Ian moan."I'll have to catch you succeeding week."

Then the Alpha was gone. Back out the threshold.

Hiram Ulysses Grant came in to reception a slight later. Taking a moment to admire his handiwork."What a little have it off wad."He smirked.

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

"We will give a customer in later today. I want you to bid the man coffee and to give him a nice curtsey. Understand ?"

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

Ian 's hart skipped a pulsation when a swarthy midriff eastern man came in. Giving the secretary a confused facial expression.

Ian sent a message to let Hiram Ulysses Grant experience his date had arrived. Then he got up and carefully walked over to the man. He grabbed the bottom of his nighty and pulled it away from his smooth chest as he bent his genu slightly stepping back with one infantry.

He had watched a bunch of videos on curtsying after subsidisation 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 milksop dutifully asked.

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

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

The man just shook his head and waited.

Soon Duncan Grant was ready, and the man disappeared into the berth.

Just before close on Friday, grant called the sissy into his spot. Ian walked over to the desk. More confident now in his blue eminent blackguard.

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

Submissive, in womanly intimate apparel and on his knees he looked up at Grant. Handsome and powerful in a darkness blue power courting reclining on a black leather function lounge.

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

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

Ian looked at his boss 's crotch. An obvious bulge in those bloomers. He didn't want any of this. Didn't want to be a Milquetoast.

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

Oh god, Wendy ! What would she retrieve.

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

About to say something, Ian looked up at his boss. SLAP ! Grant open decoration slapped the wimp across the boldness.

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

Ian reached forward running his palms up subsidisation muscular second joint. His fingers finding the man's glistening leather belt. He unbuckled then unzipped his chief 's bloomers spreading the fly unfastened. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The government agency air was cool on his lingerie clad consistency.

Black silk boxers covered the big hard cock underneath. So muck declamatory than his own pathetic nub. Duncan James Corrow Grant was probably eight inches, maybe even bigger.

In a shock Ian ran his fingers 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 cock springing to the make. The sissy's finger lightly slid up and down the shaft. Finally stopping at the tip, his thumb and index finger massage the helmet-like end. His gaze is drawn to a driblet of pre-cum. His finger spread the glistening liquidity in trivial circles.

Ian leaned forward, his body trembling. For the first clock time in his life, he tentatively stuck his glossa out. Touching the hot veiny dick of assignment's big shaft. Giving it a little lick.

With a quiet moan he ran his clapper along the length of the penis. The milksop lightly kissed the tip when he reached the top. Ian could savour the bitter pre-cum. Then he kissed his way back down to Grants Lucille Ball.

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

The Milquetoast's picayune prickle grew hard with the degrading act. Grant moaned above him as Ian thoroughly cleaned the man's scrotum with his knife. Rolling the clod around in his mouth and gently sucking on them.

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

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

Ian just moaned as he took more and more of his knob dick into his mouth, all the way to the back of his throat cashbox he started to gag. Pulling it all the way out he gave the tip kisses as he pumped the midst cock with his fist.

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

Ian ran his tongue from balls to tip. Planting to a greater extent kiss on his honcho 's cock promontory, while he pumped him with his Milquetoast finger.

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

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

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

He could feel when Ulysses Grant's chunk began to pump. The putz in his mouth twitched as it shot bitter cum at the back of Ian 's pharynx.

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

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

'' make sure not to get out a mess, pansy. ``

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

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

Duncan Grant simply waved him away.

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

The beautiful fair sex knew something was troubling her husband and thought this might be piece of him trying to look at with it. He had been having a difficult meter getting erect. Probably from the stress of losing his job. They hadn't even tried to have love life since final weekend.

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

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

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

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

His little motherfucker 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 eye.

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

His coming 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 deserve to eff such beautiful women.

Wendy was definitely a beautiful woman. Long Robert Brown hair. kind round face with a cute nose. gravel boob, and a sweet soundbox with curves.

Ian 's little Beta prick had no business being stuck in a fair sex like that.

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

The customer returned on Monday. The quondam, swarthy man. He obviously disapproved of Ian.

The milksop wore a super C one-piece thong. It was lacy and hugged his eubstance. He had matching stockings and the strappy, bleak high up heels.

He curtsied for the man and got him coffee.

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

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

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

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

Ian didn't even protest as he followed the man over to the couch. Passively accepting his lieu, on his knee joint between the man 's stage. Ian took out the haired gentlemen 's turncock.

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

Ian 's sissyish head bobbed up and down on the strange man 's severe pecker. The tip tickled the back of his throat. He slid his hand in the man's boxers. Cupping a twosome of sweaty, hairy bollock. Massaging them with his dainty fingers.

Soon the man roughly grabbed Ian by the pilus and, with a few forceful thrusts, shot Ian 's back talk wide-cut of his disgusting jizz.

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

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

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

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

Ian could smack the man's ball sweat on his fingers the relief of the day. No issue how often her judge to suck them clean.

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

Wednesday Ian was wearing a brusque, taffeta, fairy dame. knock lace lash. Black garter with matching stockings. A pink A-cup bra that he couldn't stop tugging at. And strap on fairy flank.

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

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

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

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

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

Ian obediently bent over. Elbows on the punishing dark wood. His bird was so little that his bare ass and panty covered crotch were revealed. Vulnerable.

Grant rubbed the cissy's piffling peter, then flicked his balls through the lace. Then he grabbed the waistband of the subservient man 's garden pink step-in. Ian 's eye went wide, as they were yanked down his round ass. Falling to the floor.

'' Mmm, not thoroughgoing. '' Ulysses Grant said, giving the sissy ass a swat. `` Still it 's soaked and perfumed. '' The big man gave the ass another playful spank, as he pulled out his peter.

Grant pulled a tube of lubricating substance from his desk. Wiping it on his big shaft he said, `` prison term for your future lesson, you sissy cunt. ``

Ian whined when he felt Duncan Grant's digit fork his ass boldness. He shivered as a big finger rubbed at his tight anal flower. Lubing it. Circling the Virgo hole. His whole world seemed to spin with the motion.

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

Grant leaned into the sissy. Grabbing his tomentum and yanking his heading painfully up. His big, lubricate dick rubbed against Ian's round ass.

"metre to truly seduce you my fiddling bitch."President Grant hissed into his ear.

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

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

Grant grunted in joy as his big tool painfully jackhammered into the tight pansy ass.

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

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

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

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

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

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 articulatio genus. Grant made him houseclean off his slimy prick. Ian slurped and licked Ulysses S. Grant's shaft clean and jerk. His face grimaced at the congest taste.

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

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

'' You must infer by now you are n't really a man. You are a beta, a crybaby, a Milquetoast. You are basically less than a woman. You were just made to assist material 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 paries 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 nightdress. It covered him from neck to ankle. With a lacing bosom and a slit up one side. Underneath his black thong and matching garter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat char was already nude statue. thigh spread, one hand already fingering her hairy cootch. A big grin on her face.

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

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

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

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

"Yes ! Yes ! That's it ! Lick mama ! Lick that bitch !"The ugly woman had a strong coming. Rubbing her wet kitty-cat all over his case.

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

His psyche 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 pantywaist over his desk. He lifted Ian's gown and pulled his scanty down. The openhanded man spit on his hired man, wiping it on the hard dick he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's queer ass.

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

The Alpha reached around and gripped Ian 's surd small gumshoe. Grunting with his effort the man quickly pumped the sissy 's hammer as well."We had beta-fluffer like you back in my fraternity."The untested 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 loss.

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

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

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

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

Friday, after dejeuner subsidization called Ian into his business office.

The pansy looked cute in his pink ruffled panties. pinko stockings with the little naughty bowing. Matching blue high heels. And the pink cutoff nighty.

Grant 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 group of about seven guy rope in college. We had been friends for class. Almost like crony.

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

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

nip ! Grant punctuated his interrogation with a particularly laborious spank.

'' Anyway she dates a guy called franklin, but that eventually goes south. Now see the other cat, they turn their dorsum on Franklin. Cause they all want a shot at Wendy.

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

The spanking was interrupted by a whang at the office staff door.

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

When Ulysses S. Grant got to the door, he opened it with a grin. Letting Wendy whole tone in.

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

This had to be a prank. 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 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 proper home. ``

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

'' Sure, the sissy took a footling coaxing. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot damn he became a good piddling whoreson. '' Grant taunted.

'' Do n't call him that. Army of the Righteous go Ian. '' She took a few steps toward her hubby. She could see the hope in his eyes. A little spark of courage returning to the man she loved.

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

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

'' Yes, you do. fornicatress. ``

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

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

'' Bend over the desk, whore. ``

Before this moment Wendy would get said that she was a firm, main adult female.

After the slap she felt obedient and humiliated. She wanted to run from the room call, while her tingling organic structure wanted to submit. To willingly give way up all its arcanum.

For a moment Wendy looked to her married man for support, hoping he could rescue her. All the sissy could do was expect uncomfortably at his metrical unit.

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

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

The Alpha reached around her figurehead. Wendy clenched her eyes shut. Trying to ideate herself anywhere else, as his bridge player wrapped around her chest.

The position filled with a ripping sound. Wendy gasped in shock. In one quick move Grant tore the battlefront of her lawsuit loose, blouse and all.

She could feel his solid fingers reach around the cups of her bra. The first touch on her tits former than her hubby in years.

Grant yanked her bra down, and Wendy's large, magnificent breasts flopped out. She moaned a minuscule as he roughly grabbed her marvelous ball. `` Do you have it off how recollective I have waited to play with these ? '' Grant asked, squeezing and jiggling her nipple.

Wendy squeaked as his finger tweaked, then pinched, then pulled her sensitive nipple. Each act sending thrilling shocks through her full-bosomed consistency. Aimed straight at her, now throbbing, pussy.

Ian knew her titty were super sensible. He figured she might actually orgasm from the way her brass was flushed. If Grant kept playing with them.

Ian wanted to look away. The Milquetoast wanted to pretend he wasn't so impotent. That his married woman wasn't being molested in front of him.

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

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

Grant grabbed the hem of her dame and slowly slid it up. Wendy, physical structure trembling, let out a little groan. Mixed with excitement, humiliation, and shame.

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

With a frown, Grant swatted the woman's ass twice. The sound causing Ian to jump and his small prick to twitch with excitement at his wife's abuse. `` You should be ashamed that your pansy husband clothing sexier underwear than you. '' The handsome foreman chided.

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

Finally her sweet bare ass was fully revealed. ineffectual to harbor back any thirster, allow quickly pulls out his hard dick.

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

He grabbed her ass and spread her pussylips unfastened with his pollex. Grinning at how wet she was. Then he shoved his rock firmly dick into another man's wife. The prospicient sought after cunt of his Quaker, Wendy.

Her moan matched his as he sank all the way to his balls. Her eyes went wide at the unaccustomed intrusion. His tool touched situation inside her that Ian could never trust to pass with his sad, cypher, bump.

'' Aah, so good !"President Grant gloated."I 've waited a long time to put you in your position bitch. '' Wendy's cunt clenched his dick tight as he grabbed her yearn brownish hair, forcing her head up.

Tears filled her optic even as her body responded. She was willingly violating her nuptials vows. Right in presence of her loving husband.

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

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

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's right you slut. '' Ulysses S. Grant slapped the tart's face a third time.

Wendy's big teat slapped together in time with the Alpha 's deep drive. With his testis hitting her slit, she could feel her orgasm building. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, weak husband she tried to hold back. The reality of what Ulysses S. Grant had done to them advertise 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. '' assignment smirked at the Milquetoast.

Ian 's rooster was heavily. His dead body responding to a real man properly servicing his wife. His script kept sliding toward his step-in. He had to make an effort not to jackoff to his endearing wife's plight.

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

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

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

When the Alpha's dick was clear, President Grant grabbed Ian painfully by the hair's-breadth. Forcing the sissy's brass into his wife 's muddy cootch.

concession sneered down at the pathetic wretch as Ian obediently licked out the disgusting cream pie. Wendy moaned with pleasance as her sissy husband's tongue licked her sensitive netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This prison term in her married man 's face. As her body trembled violently. Her round ass jiggling. Her upper body collapsed on the desk.

Finally Duncan James Corrow Grant allowed the couple to resist up.

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

Wendy stood with her big tits still hanging out of her charge suit, skirt indecently tucked up. Some of Grants cum drizzled down her internal second joint. Her eubstance still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his pink lingerie and stockings, cum smeared on his sissyish font. His putz was heavy in his step-in. He couldn't stomach to meet anyone's eyes in his shame at how turned on he was.

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

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

Wendy glanced at her sissy hubby. She wanted him to stand up for himself. Or maybe she would. Maybe slap that smug grin off Grant 's brass. But as Her pussy trembled to an aftershock, and she felt Sir Thomas More of the Alpha 's cum leak out of her she found herself saying, `` You own us sir. '' And also dropped her head in ignominy.

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

He yanked Wendy's skirt off. She gasped as he gave her nipples one shoemaker's last taking into custody. Sending an charge up tremble through her.

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

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

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

"shit yeah !"He cried as she gripped the steering wheel. Staring forward. Wishing for the light to alter. the boy eagerly groping her.

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

Both boys stepped back as the twain sped off to the park light.

Finally home the couple silently showered together.

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

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 cause due."

"It's not just that."Ian admitted."I hate this, but he broke the wall inside me. I 'm a beta male now. And other Alphas can feel 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 milksop took his married woman's hand as she sat next to him."Even now function of you wants to go to him. To let him abuse you."

'' wellspring, no more hide out anything from me. We will go through this together. After all I could n't remain firm up to him either. '' Wendy assured him. `` And I know I will be wearing sexier underclothing from now on. '' She said with a bloom."shuffle love to me. Let's push that abominable man from our minds."She asked. Her script slipping to his crotch.

Both their berm slumped when zero happened. Her fingerbreadth failed to get him hard.

"clutch on."Ian hopped up and moved to her underclothing drawer. Wendy watched, rum and a little appalled as her married man pulled on a span of her stockings.

champaign egg white, with a little lace. His peter was fully erect before he finished.

"Ulysses S. 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 midget mother fucker and sucked.

Ian moaned his pleasure as his married woman blew him. Then he returned the favor. Pulling her thigh close and licking her slit while his tool was in her mouth.

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

After they made love they fell asleep in each former's subdivision.

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

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

Then came William Ashley Sunday ...

'seed OVER. AND BRING YOUR bawd married woman'was the textbook grant sent in the morning.

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