generator note- this story includes non-consensual, gravelly, 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 weather sheet in her ecstasy. An climax rising excruciatingly slowly in her.

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

In in high spirits schoolhouse his second girlfriend had made fun of his small penis. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the first and only fourth dimension. After that he always tried to start his love life by going down on his partners. Not that there were many.

He was favourable 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 tongue slid between her netherlips, Wendy's orgasm began approaching a good deal faster. When he started rubbing her clitoris it broke.

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

He kissed his way up her body. Past her downy pubic hair. Across her mild tummy to her large breasts. Ian was a breast man and he loved Wendy's monumental E-cup titty. At twenty five they were still wide-cut and chirpy. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally suffer a small coming just from playing with her tits.

Wendy put a hand on the back of her husband's neck opening as he gently squeezed and kissed her tits. She rubbed her silky thigh against his face. Her wet kitty was ready for its following round of walking on air.

Ian grabbed his shaft. Fully erect at three column inch. He rubbed the tip against his married woman's pussy, especially her clit. Wendy spread her peg for him. A loving invitation for his sexual affair. They both groaned in delight as he entered her. His little penis didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the nervus endings at the opening to her love canal.

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

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

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a quick washout up. A round well-disposed face with a cute button nose, and long lustrous Brown University hairsbreadth. It was wavelike and fell well past her articulatio humeri. Her satisfied reflection smiled back at her.

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

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

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to sleep.

Mr. wienerwurst was a slave number one wood. Ian didn't like his boss. the man only cared about quotas. Not multitude. Still the young man tried to exploit hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to save their nice house.

It was two stories and in a nice neighborhood. A corking lieu to raise a class. Which they would as soon as they were a bit more secure.

Ian worked in ‘ The Pen.'It's what Mr. wiener called the room where his 20 two direct underlings worked at their desks. Facing the usually closed door to the big man's federal agency.

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

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

Ian walked to the front of the room. His header lowered in shame and reverence. He couldn't supporter it. He felt like he was being called to the lead bureau for a paddling.

"Do ... do you want me to shut the threshold, 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 synagogue, but still intimidating as he stepped close to Ian."We lost the leafy vegetable account."

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

"individual made a misunderstanding. A big goddamn mistake."The big man straightened Ian's lapels on his clit up shirt. In full moon prospect of anyone who wanted to watch."Do you know who made that mistake ? You limp dick, Milk sop ?"

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You trivial poove. How the fuck you can go domicile and know your wife as such a pathetic failure is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

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

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

"No buts, except your married woman's hot beat one, and your trivial sissy one. No mistakes. Period."the cruel man taunted.

Ian couldn't stop the commove image of the big hirer telling him all this while fucking Wendy from behind. bent grass over the boozing table at the vacation party. Her decent red, velvet-textured attire pulled up to her waistline as the sweaty man pounded her blench ass from behind. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the flooring succeeding to them. His voiceless lilliputian penis getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.

in his vision, Mr. wiener would reach up, yanking down the top of Wendy's clothes. Her big tits tumble out as an orgasm overtakes her. Her cheek a mask of raptus as ...

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

Ian turned to leave. His cheeks red with humiliation. His eyes glassy, near tear.

"Hey ! Fuckwit ! Don't forget to pull up stakes your badge."

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

That dark 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 cleaning lady can ?"She gave him a sly grinning and pulled off her shirt. White cotton bra covering to the highest degree of her big bosom.

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

Ian frowned when his little shaft stayed sonant. How could he lie with his wife ? Not even Wendy petting and tugging at the sad piffling matter 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 brain to her big boob. Hoping that might get him started.

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

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

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

She couldn't Tell Ian, but she was definitely leftfield unsatisfied from final stage Nox.

She pulled up some pictures of caramel men in speedos. Then hiked up her doll. Her manus slipping into her white cotton pantie.

Wendy's fingers rubbed her quickly wet kitty-cat. The slender digits touching her in a good deal the same way as her married man's minuscule cock.

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

Ian didn't like parties. Especially with his wife's friends. She would bounce from someone to person chatting and happy. He would sit in a corner. Forgotten by everyone.

Even the sexual love of his life.

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

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

She had on a thin tank top. It did fiddling to conceal her red lace bra, and was cut off to show her tummy. It was matched by petite workout drawers.

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

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

They were big men. actual men. Hunters and constructor. Men into sports. Alpha men.

Ian was none of those things.

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

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

"real boisterous 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 prompt or we lose it."The little man admitted.

"I may bear something."concession told him."My assistant left recently. The pay is probably close to what you were making. Certainly better than unemployment."Duncan James Corrow Grant gave him a smile."It's basically secretary work, but it would just be temp. Till you find something better."

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

Tonight there were six of the boys at the company. Plus three of their married woman. Chunky char, but not untempting. Chosen as married person more for their big tits than any other grounds.

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

He waved his hired man and refused to fiddle when they started up a game of spouse niff.

"We're going to be odd teams then."Ben insisted. His smiling married woman leaning on his arm. Already a dyad sail to the twist.

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

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

"We can be collaborator, Wendy."Hank offered. One of the other boys. Ian couldn't call back 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 queasy. He didn't want to be there. He wanted to beg his married woman to leave, but that would be too sticky.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ian's little cock stirred as his married woman was ogled by their Friend. tending that she didn't seem to listen.

Her boxershorts went adjacent as glob hit the proper cup. She bent over and slipped them off giving everyone a commodity display. ‘ Just playing along'she would probably say. Now down to her red lace scanty. Only half covering her wonderful, round ass.

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

"I doubt anyone wants to see someone else's wife naked."Ulysses Grant said with a smirk. Much to Ian's moderation."How about penalties. inverse fair sex gives a picayune spank."

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

Gradually all the wife were stripped to their underwear. Each was spanked a dyad times before the game was over.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"real men go naked, buddy."Hank said, pulling off his jeans. Ian's eye boggle at the man's huge cock. Easily twice as big as his and it wasn't even severe.

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

His facial expression going red, Ian stripped nude. The group went silent when they saw just how small he really was. He couldn't look anyone in the heart as he slipped in adjacent to his wife.

Ian felt as if his little penis was trying to hide back up inside his eubstance. Just a petty nub proving he wasn't a man. In battlefront of these obvious Alphas.

Mercifully no one said anything about his phallus.

The boys talked about some neat meter in college. put-on and parties long forgotten.

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

In the end Ian didn't have much of a alternative. It was not a bang-up area for the great unwashed in his commercial enterprise.

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

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

Ian's desk was in the reception area right outside Duncan Grant big berth. His desk was lustrous and modern. As was reception. Where as Grant had a giant Venetian red desk. Tall non-white bookshelves. A leather sofa and a pair of leather, high backed chairs next to a table in a quoin.

"This is Amy."The handsome man introduced him to the only other person working in the office."She takes care of the computers and makes trusted our net is running,"

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred pound sign and unattractive. She had greasy pelt and fiddling bristles of hair on her blobby human face.

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

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

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

"Let's jump you out simpleton, hey buddy ?"Cary Grant told him.

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

Then Monday dayspring happened.

"Ian, crony. 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 dyad of grammar errors.

But grant wasn't finished."This isnt like your finally job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have a good deal to impart you. You trivial wimp."Ian's centre went stave at the everyday insult."So, do better."

But unfortunately just after tiffin,"I've seen your nil pecker. So I'm sure you are a failure in bed. Don't be here ok ?"It was another grammar error."Honestly I don't get it on how a guy like you got to be with Wendy in the number 1 post. Can you enjoin me that ? Never mind I think I'd just be depressed."His new boss turned to go back into his part."I can't imagine why she would stay with a twink like you."

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

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

Ian just shook his head. Tears in his eyes, not able-bodied to trust his phonation.

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

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

Grant was nodding along."Your goose egg peanut bulge. Say it."

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

"Great. Hey buddy. I forgive you. But you need to go abode and resolve if you really want this job."

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

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

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

They repeated over and over, especially the bit he forced Ian to say. His minuscule phallus throbbed with each mental repeat.'Im a sissy fluffer. I have a piddling peanut bump.'

The verbal insults continued the rest of the hebdomad. Ian began to dread each sentence Grant came out of his position.

Then came Friday. His boss seemed cheerful all day. No insults or anything. Even though Ian got back a match story with low errors on them.

Then concede called the smaller man into his intimidate office just before closing.

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

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

"Uh ... I guess."

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

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

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

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

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

It's what Ian had always worn. He bent over his boss's desk. Resting on his elbows, much like his wife did on the Ping-Pong table. His ass presented to his boss.

Ian let out a spiritless little grunt with each stinging work stoppage, more like a whine. He hadn't been so humiliated in a long time. Grant's strong bridge player firmly paddled his round of drinks sissy ass.

If Ian was a rattling man he wouldn't stand for such treatment. Instead tears freely trailed down his cheeks as he gasped to each stern black eye.

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

The heavy man slid a mitt between Ian's second joint. The weeping man clenched them, but was unable to stop grant's digit from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's little erection.

"If you are going to savor it, I will have to get more inventive. Spread 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 Ulysses Simpson Grant swung upward. Slapping the cissy's sensitive scrotum. Each strike sent stupor of pain through Ian's body. His visual modality flash red.

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

"There you go."Ulysses S. Grant announced please. Stopping the punishment.

Ian pulled his slacks back on. Worried that he would get in difficulty if he asked license to houseclean himself up. Then he left. His gaze downcast. Not able to front Duncan James Corrow Grant in the oculus.

He had to labour home like that. Cum drying in his underwear. His ass sore against the seat. His flyspeck orchis throbbing with pain.

That nighttime 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 help thinking about the spanking. His little prick getting hard under the covers. His bridge player stroked his piffling nub future to his sleeping wife.

Thoughts of his boss's penalty driving him to drub his short circuit again. Ashamed, he went into the bathroom to houseclean up.

On Mon Duncan Grant motioned Ian into his office as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be more of a man than to evince back up."His boss taunted with a smirk."wellspring, if you are going to be the role sissy it's time to start 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 minor man."You are a genus Beta Milquetoast. And you will be treated as such. Strip !"

Quickly Ian got down to his briefs.

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

Ian stripped out of his tidy-whities. Blushing as he revealed his tiny member again. The trivial thing throbbing to an hard-on despite the awful situation.

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

Ian gasped through a dozen sharp spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my clothes ?"

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

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

Around ten in the daybreak Amy came into reception. That was a rare natural event. She spent nigh of her days sitting around her desk in the computer room watching smut.

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

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

When she was finished, his seat 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 shorts down and laughed"Boy ain't nuthin'there."

It was basically true. Soft he was LE than in in. Just a small bump. His balls were his only test copy of manhood. Though they were tiny too. Like shriveled raisins.

"Ooop ! Little polo-neck is gettin'brave !"She laughed. His cock seemed to be getting hard at her ridicule.

Ian gasped when the grotesque fair sex 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 emasculate swelling back and forth a couple times before blowing him a kiss and heading back to her study domain.

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

Always wearing those silk underdrawers.

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

Then it was Th cockcrow.

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

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

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

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

The Fat womanhood directed him to some hole in the wall massage living room. Apparently run by her sister.

In a small individual room Amy had him denude down. Ian hesitated, uncomfortable with the hale thing. Then Amy casually reached out and slapped the emasculate's ass. Reminding him of his spot. `` Get to it. ''

Ian quickly got nude and on the mesa. Amy herself did the hair's-breadth remotion. Backside first, then the front. Everything below eyebrow stage.

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

Amy had him somersaulting over and took capital roughshod use out of stripping around his surd little goober. Especially the hurting from stripping his balls.

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

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

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

'' Please I ca n't. ``

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

It was straight, the pain and humiliation had given his phallus a raging three column inch boner.

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

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

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

He frowned down at the white lace corset, matching lash panties, and white thigh luxuriously stockings. A stark line to the night upholstered chair.

Black luxuriously heels lay on the base beneath.

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

He started with the step-in. Stepping into the sensual underwear designed for women. He slid the lash up his newly smooth pegleg. The tiny back settled between his feminine ass face. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a punishment for being a sex object. In the forepart, his penis fit snugly under the white lace. Even hard it stopped just short of peeking out.

Ian stood for a moment eating away just the panties. His skin tingled and a shiver 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 hook shot to catch. Minutes passed as he worked it. Standing in reception. Only the lacy thong to cover his shame.

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

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

Then he sat. Reaching down he slid the inaugural silky, Theodore Harold White, stocking up his effeminate leg. His soundbox shivered as it slowly engulfed him. His diminutive prick throbbed under its lacing batting cage.

He thought putting the stocking on would be like putting on socks. But this was much Sir Thomas More acute. Something about the stocking made Ian palpate especially feminine. He felt lightheaded as he pulled the second one on. They stopped just short of his ass. The way they hugged his second joint made him want to make love. 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 consistence. small tingle of agitation seemed to wheel through him, settling in his tiny whoreson.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ian stumbled to the center of attention of the room. He took a bit to calm himself. Then he raised his hairless arms and slowly spun around for his smirking hirer.

"Good. Very thoroughly. You need More praxis in heels though."concession told him."Now come here."His trust palpable, Grant crossed the way to one of the gamey backed leather death chair in the corner. Patting his thigh. He watched Ian slowly, carefully approach path.

The magnanimous man made the sissy lay across his lap. Ian's brass pointed down, his rhythm ass in the air. Nearly bare and vulnerable.

The pantywaist could smell out the old leather of the chair. It's olfactory property was firm. Masculine. dominant allele. One of Grant's hands rested on the low of his back. Almost comforting. As if Ian belonged to the Alpha male.

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

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

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

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

A few more swats and Ian was moaning quietly at each one. Pink handprints appeared on the sissyish'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 darkness tingle through the lost sissy. He didn't want to believe that.

Ian gasped as grant swatted grueling. Pale figure starting to persist pink. His midget tool throbbed with each spank.

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

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

For musical accompaniment ? For ease ? He didn't know. All he knew was the bother Grant unleashed on his ass.

figure turned from pink to red as Ulysses Grant dominated the pathetic pansy.

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

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

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

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

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

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

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

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

Ian stood before his boss dressed in intimate apparel. His epicene straits lowered. Cum soiled his lace panties. His hand rubbed his warm, red, sore ass.

"Thank me for revealing your truth."

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

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

Ian looked down. They could both see his stained pantie. His tiny prick was soft again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lacing crib.

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

With a lump in his throat and a system of weights in the pit of his stomach, Ian pulled off the soiled scanty. Lifting them to his grimace. He could clearly see the blanch slime.

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

He could hear Duncan James Corrow Grant chortle, but not see him. Not through the lacing as he cleaned it throughly.

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

Ian stumbled out of his bosses power. Nearly twisting an articulatio talocruralis in his strappy senior high bounder.

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

The side by side morning time Ian found more lingerie waiting for him when he got to exploit. This metre the theme seemed to be pink.

Pink stockings with little blue curtain call at the top. A pinkish silk panty. And a sheer cropped nighty, also pink. There was also a flimsy headband with a big pink bow on it.

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

sitting, his first act was to deplume on the pinko stockings. Covering his smooth legs in muliebrity. His little mother fucker got firmly with hullabaloo. His ass clenched in anticipation of the day to descend.

Ian stood admiring his reflection in the windowpane. Too girly to be a real man. pink stockings with their petty blue bows high on his second joint. Little sting standing to attention.

He grabbed the step-in and pulled them on next. Not a lash this meter. Though the book binding only covered about half of his round bum. The hips had cute minuscule ruffles, and the silk felt cool and polish against his hairless crotch.

Next Ian slipped on the mellow heels. Light blue to jibe the obeisance on his stockings. This duet wasn't shiny. The fabric almost felt like velvet under his finger. Once again they made his human foot and articulatio talocruralis feel Weird.

The nighty made him shiver as he pulled it on. There was lace 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 peel. His nipple hardened from the sensation.

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

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

Early in the afternoon the social movement door chimed as it opened. Ian's eyes went astray as the saving man rolled a stack of box in.

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

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

"Costume political party ? lose a bet ?"The young man asked.

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

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

'' Yes sir. ``

'' Makes you look like a shtup bitch. '' Ian could feel his slight pansy penis twitching at the Alpha 's examination.

The delivery boy reached down and grabbed Ian 's little hawkshaw through the silk pantie. `` 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 little cock sucker."Ian shivered at the man's words."You should recite your boss to get you a little choker though. Complete the look."

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

Then the Alpha was gone. plunk for out the door.

concession came in to reception a little later. Taking a moment to admire his handcraft."What a little have intercourse wad."He smirked.

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

"We will deliver a customer in later today. I want you to offer the man coffee and to feed him a squeamish curtsy. empathize ?"

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

Ian 's hart skipped a beat when a swart in-between eastern man came in. Giving the secretary a garbled look.

Ian sent a message to let Grant know his appointee 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 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 slight proud as he stood before the man.

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

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

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

The man just shook his drumhead and waited.

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

Just before close on Fri, assignment called the Milquetoast into his office. Ian walked over to the desk. More confident now in his gamy highschool cad.

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

Submissive, in feminine lingerie and on his knee he looked up at Ulysses S. Grant. Handsome and powerful in a shadow profane index suit reclining on a black leather spot sofa.

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

Ian gulped heavily. The import he had been dreading had arrived. How ? How can award require him to do this. He is n't gay, hell, neither is Ulysses Simpson Grant. When he looks up he just gets an impassive looking in return.

Ian looked at his boss 's genital organ. An obvious swelling in those bloomers. He didn't want any of this. Didn't want to be a sissy.

Yet, he couldn't seem to turn down grant. The Alpha seemed to know just how to crusade him. Plus he needed the job. Otherwise he and Wendy could lose everything.

Oh god, Wendy ! What would she reckon.

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

About to say something, Ian looked up at his knob. smacking ! Duncan Grant surface palm slapped the chicken across the aspect.

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

Ian reached forward running his palms up Grants muscular second joint. His finger's breadth finding the man's shiny leather belted ammunition. He unbuckled then unzipped his boss 's drawers spreading the fly unresolved. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The office air was cool on his lingerie clad body.

Black silk boxers covered the big knockout cock underneath. So guck heavy than his own pathetic nub. President Grant was probably eight inches, maybe even bigger.

In a daze Ian ran his finger's breadth along the beam of light, smooth through the silk. He could experience where assignment's dick flared at the tip. He could see the lineation in the lustrous fabric.

Ian pulled the Boxer down. The surd stopcock springing to the gear up. The effeminate's finger lightly slid up and down the scape. Finally stopping at the tip, his thumb and forefinger massage the helmet-like end. His regard is drawn to a drop of pre-cum. His thumb spread the glistening liquid in piffling round.

Ian leaned forward, his torso trembling. For the first time in his liveliness, he tentatively stuck his tongue out. Touching the hot veiny tool of Duncan James Corrow Grant's big peter. Giving it a picayune poke.

With a quiet moan he ran his knife along the distance of the penis. The Milquetoast lightly kissed the tip when he reached the top. Ian could taste the bitter pre-cum. Then he kissed his way back down to Ulysses Grant balls.

Part of him wanted to run away. To end this repulsion that had gone too far. His eye blurred with rip as he sucked one hairy formal in his rima oris, then the other.

The sissy's fiddling SOB grew heavy with the degrading act. assignment moaned above him as Ian thoroughly cleaned the man's scrotum with his tongue. Rolling the balls 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 natural language. Squeezing the irradiation as President Grant ran his fingers through the sissy's tomentum.

"Mmm, your a good little cock mark. Aren't you, peanut ?"

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

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

Ian ran his knife from balls to tip. Planting Thomas More buss on his foreman 's prick head, while he pumped him with his sissified fingers.

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

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

Sucking the peter back in his mouth, Ian sucked hard while vigorously pumping the shaft. With his former handwriting he lightly squeezed the handsome man 's balls.

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

Stream after stream filled his sass as the twink desperately swallowed the disgusting warmly slime.

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

'' make sure not to leave a hatful, sissy. ``

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

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

grant simply waved him away.

That night when they went to make have it off Wendy was surprised at Ian 's lack of hair. He explained that it was supposed to be a sexy surprisal.

The beautiful char knew something was troubling her hubby and thought this might be component of him trying to deal with it. He had been having a intemperate time getting erect. Probably from the strain of losing his job. They hadn't even tried to cause dearest since close weekend.

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

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

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

Wendy took him over her lap and gave him some light source tap on his cute ass. zippo like Grant's cruel beatings."Uh ... naughty. You are very naughty."She said.

His little prick got laborious anyway. Humiliated by his wife treating him like a fractious schoolgirl.

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

Ian felt grand thrusting into his married woman, though. Laying between her bed covering second joint. The couple moaned together as they made love.

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

Wendy was definitely a beautiful womanhood. Long brown hair. Kind round face with a cute nose. Amazing white meat, and a unfermented body with breaking ball.

Ian 's fiddling beta prick had no concern being stuck in a char like that.

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

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

The sissy wore a green one-piece lash. It was lacy and hugged his body. He had touch stockings and the strappy, black high hound.

He curtsied for the man and got him coffee.

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

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

Nervous, humiliated, and not sure how to serve 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 bid, 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 cock.

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

Ian 's sissy head bobbed up and down on the strange man 's hard dick. The tip tickled the spine of his throat. He slid his hired man in the man's boxers. Cupping a brace of sweaty, hairy glob. Massaging them with his treat fingers.

Soon the man roughly grabbed Ian by the haircloth and, with a few forceful thrusts, shot Ian 's mouth full of his disgusting jizz.

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

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

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

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

Ian could sense the man's clod fret on his fingers the rest of the day. No affair how often her tried to suck them clean.

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

Wednesday Ian was wearing a forgetful, taffeta, fairy skirt. tap lace thong. Black garter with equate stockings. A pinko A-cup bra that he couldn't stop tugging at. And strap on fairy wings.

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

Grant was standing in figurehead of his big desk. The effeminate's cocksucker twitched. A frightened shiver passed through him.

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

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

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

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

Grant rubbed the sissy's trivial rooster, then flicked his balls through the lace. Then he grabbed the waistband of the subservient man 's knock step-in. Ian 's eyes went wide, as they were yanked down his round ass. Falling to the floor.

'' Mmm, not utter. '' subsidisation said, giving the sissy ass a swat. `` Still it 's loaded and angelic. '' The big man gave the ass another playful spank, as he pulled out his cock.

Cary Grant pulled a tube of lube from his desk. Wiping it on his big dick he said, `` Time for your next example, you sissy bitch. ``

Ian whined when he felt subsidisation's fingerbreadth separate his ass boldness. He shivered as a big finger rubbed at his loaded anal flower. Lubing it. Circling the Virgin hole. His whole worldly concern seemed to spin with the motion.

Ian hissed as the finger pressed inside him to the 1st knuckle. terrible and intrusive. Then it was gone.

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

"clip to truly build you my little bitch."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 cock to the cissy's clenched pucker.

Ian squealed as the cruel dick pierced him. Like it was drilling into his psyche. His ass spread afford in a volley of pain. Sissy tears pit-patted onto the wooden desk.

Grant grunted in joy as his big dick painfully jackhammered into the slopped fag ass.

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

As the man's big dick hammered him, Ian 's own penis got hard as well. It slapped up and down into his pantywaist potbelly, as Grant fucked him from bottom.

Ian was reduced to painful grunting. His physical structure tingling all over. He couldn't help pressing back into the man violating him. Helping the Alpha painfully ram plate. He could feel Ulysses S. Grant's balls slapping against his second joint he was so deep.

With a grinning assignment triumphantly fucked the sissy escritoire. Now seemingly a willing participant in his own anal retentive misdemeanor.

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

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

Pulling out he spun Ian around, pushing the twink to his knees. President Grant made him clean off his slimy cock. Ian slurped and licked Duncan Grant's dick clean. His aspect grimaced at the repellant gustatory sensation.

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

Panties still around his articulatio talocruralis, Ian crawled around and licked his own weak cum from the battlefront of the desk.

'' You must empathize by now you are n't really a man. You are a genus Beta, a crybaby, a Milquetoast. You are basically lupus erythematosus than a charwoman. You were just made to serve real men, Alphas like me. '' grant lectured to him from above.

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

Thursday Ian wore a sheer grey nightgown. It covered him from neck to ankle. With a lace bosom and a slit up one position. Underneath his dark thong and match garter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat adult female was already nude person. second joint bed cover, one paw already fingering her hirsute cootch. A big grin on her face.

"Give mammy's cunt a good lick, bitch."She ordered.

His shoulders slumped as Ian got to his knees. Pressing his face between her meaty thigh.

Her private parts smelled of vinegar and perspiration. It was moist and hairy.

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

"Yes ! Yes ! That's it ! clout mama ! lap that cunt !"The ugly woman had a strong coming. Rubbing her wet pussy all over his face.

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

His promontory 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 milksop over his desk. He lifted Ian's gown and pulled his panties down. The bighearted man spit on his hired man, wiping it on the gruelling pecker he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's nance 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 firmly piffling peter. Grunting with his effort the man quickly pumped the sissy 's pecker as well."We had beta-fluffer like you back in my fraternity."The untried man explained."I know how you need to be treated."

Ian cums first with the man stroking him. It actually felt nice. more than just a release.

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

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

Ian hated the way his pot fluttered with fervour at the man's words.

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

Friday, after lunch concession called Ian into his power.

The pantywaist looked cute in his pink ruffled panty. pink stockings with the little disconsolate bows. Matching blue high gear blackguard. And the pinko cutoff nighty.

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

'' Let me secernate you a report cream-puff.

See there was a group of about seven guys in college. We had been booster for long time. Almost like Brother.

Then along comes a hot while of ass, lets call her ... I do n't have it away Wendy.

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

savor ! Hiram Ulysses Grant punctuated his query with a particularly concentrated spank.

'' Anyway she dates a guy called Franklin, but that eventually goes south. Now see the other hombre, they turn their back on Franklin. drive 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 Quaker. But the son never stopped lusting after her. ``

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

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

When assignment got to the room access, he opened it with a grinning. Letting Wendy step in.

'' What is wrong with Ian. You were n't clear ... '' The beautiful brunette came to a halt when she saw her married man standing in aphrodisiacal lingerie. Her middle went blanket with shock. A dark boding shivered through her torso. Something was really wrong.

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

'' Hush Ian. '' Duncan James Corrow Grant interrupted the wimp. He turned to the beautiful cleaning woman. `` Your married man came to me looking for a place and I gave him one. The one he was born for. Ian is the agency cunt. '' The Alpha said with a smirk. `` This is the pansy you married, I just taught him his proper situation. ``

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

'' Sure, the sissy took a little sweet talk. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot damn he became a skillful little cocksucker. '' Ulysses Simpson Grant taunted.

'' Do n't cry him that. Lets go Ian. '' She took a few steps toward her husband. She could see the promise in his eyes. A modest spark of courageousness returning to the man she loved.

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

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

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

'' No ! We are ... '' whack ! Grant shut her up with a slap to her beautiful grimace.

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

'' Bend over the desk, whore. ``

Before this moment Wendy would induce 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 put in. To willingly give up all its closed book.

For a second Wendy looked to her husband for support, hoping he could rescue her. All the sissy could do was look uncomfortably at his metrical foot.

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

Grant walked up behind her. Ian could see a tone of disgust on her case as he slowly ran his hands up her sides.

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

The agency filled with a ripping sound. Wendy gasped in shock. In one quick motility Grant tore the nominal head of her suit of clothes open, blouse and all.

She could finger his strong finger reach around the cup of her bra. The low gear touch on her tits former than her husband in years.

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

Wendy squeaked as his finger's breadth tweaked, then pinched, then pulled her sore nipples. Each act sending thrilling daze through her curvaceous body. Aimed straight at her, now throbbing, pussy.

Ian knew her breasts were super sensitive. He figured she might actually orgasm from the way her cheek was flushed. If Grant kept playing with them.

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

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

Ulysses S. Grant gave both tits a brightness smacking. Then pushed on Wendy's back. Forcing her lower so that her elbows were resting on the desk.

subsidization grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly slid it up. Wendy, body quiver, let out a petty moan. Mixed with fervour, humiliation, and ignominy.

Slowly her ovalbumin cotton panties were revealed. Covering a sweet stave ass.

With a frown, Grant swatted the cleaning lady's ass twice. The auditory sensation causing Ian to jump and his petty pecker to twitch with excitement at his wife's vilification. `` You should be ashamed that your sissified husband wears sexier underclothing than you. '' The big boss chided.

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

Finally her sweet bare ass was fully revealed. unable to hold back any longer, grant 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 outdoors with his thumbs. Grinning at how wet she was. Then he shoved his rock heavy dick into another man's wife. The long sought after cunt of his Quaker, Wendy.

Her groan matched his as he sank all the way to his Lucille Ball. Her eyes went wide at the unaccustomed intrusion. His prick touched places inside her that Ian could never go for to get to with his sad, zilch, bump.

'' Aah, so beneficial !"Grant gloated."I 've waited a retentive time to put you in your shoes bitch. '' Wendy's pussy clenched his dick tight as he grabbed her long Brown University hair, forcing her head up.

weeping filled her middle even as her consistency responded. She was willingly violating her wedding vows. Right in front of her loving husband.

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

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

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's right you slut. '' Grant slapped the whore's expression a third gear clip.

Wendy's big mamilla slapped together in time with the Alpha 's deep thrusts. With his ballock hitting her pussy, she could feel her orgasm building. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, weak married man she tried to hold back. The world of what Grant had done to them pushed her over.

'' Ah ! Aaah ! Aaaaaa ! '' Wendy's orgasm was strong 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 pansy.

Ian 's cock was firmly. His body responding to a very man properly servicing his married woman. His hand kept sliding toward his panties. He had to make an exertion not to jackoff to his lovely wife's troth.

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

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

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

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

Ulysses S. Grant sneered down at the pathetic poor devil as Ian obediently licked out the disgusting cream pie. Wendy moaned with pleasure as her sissy husband's natural language licked her sensitive netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This meter in her husband 's brass. As her physical structure trembled violently. Her cycle ass jiggling. Her pep pill body collapsed on the desk.

Finally Grant allowed the duet to remain firm up.

'' Ha look at you two pudden-head strumpet. '' He grinned.

Wendy stood with her big tits still hanging out of her shoot suit, doll indecently tucked up. Some of Ulysses Simpson Grant cum drizzled down her inner thigh. Her consistence still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his pink lingerie and stockings, cum smeared on his Milquetoast face. His peter was backbreaking in his scanty. He couldn't give birth to touch anyone's eyes in his shame at how twist on he was.

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

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

Wendy glanced at her cissy husband. She wanted him to support up for himself. Or maybe she would. Maybe slap that smug grin off Grant 's face. But as Her twat 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.

Ulysses S. Grant grinned cruelly at his dirty toy dog. `` You can both take the relaxation of the day off. But you ca n't fix yourselves up money box you are home. ``

He yanked Wendy's skirt off. She gasped as he gave her nipples one go jot. Sending an activated shiver through her.

The profligate duo silently got in Wendy's car. They drove home. Cum still leaked out of her goose, onto the car seat.

At a traffic light a car full of college boy pointed and laughed at the brace. Wendy with her tits hanging out, Ian in pink intimate apparel.

Two son hopped out. One reached in and pinched the beautiful woman's nipple.

"motherfucker yeah !"He cried as she gripped the steering roulette wheel. Staring forward. Wishing for the brightness to change. the boy eagerly groping her.

The former boy ran around and dumped a half full shingle on the milksop's fountainhead and down his front. Laughing the college student tossed the mucilaginous cup in Ian's lap.

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

Finally home the distich silently showered together.

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

Ian sat heavily on their bed with a sigh.

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

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

"It's not just that."Ian admitted."I hate this, but he broke the walls inside me. I 'm a genus Beta male now. And former Alphas can smell it. If a man came up and took you there is aught I would do. And I hate that. '' He broke you too. I could see it."The sissy took his wife's hand as she sat next to him."Even now parting of you wants to go to him. To let him abuse you."

'' well, no more obliterate 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 underclothing from now on. '' She said with a flush."Make erotic love to me. Let's push that atrocious man from our minds."She asked. Her hand slipping to his genital organ.

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

"appreciation on."Ian hopped up and moved to her underwear drawer. Wendy watched, peculiar and a little appalled as her married man pulled on a twosome of her stockings.

knit white, with a lilliputian lace. His putz was fully vertical before he finished.

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

"seminal fluid 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 petite dent and sucked.

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

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

After they made dear they fell asleep in each other's arm.

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

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

Then came Sunday ...

'COME OVER. AND play YOUR bawd WIFE'was the text Ulysses S. Grant sent in the daybreak.

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