writer note- this tale includes non-consensual, rough, and coerced sex. As well as heterosexual and bi-sexual sex.

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Wendy moaned as her husband slowly licked around her pussy. She grabbed the canvas in her ecstasy. An orgasm rising excruciatingly slowly in her.

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

In eminent school his second girlfriend had made fun of his small penis. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the foremost and only when time. After that he always tried to part his lovemaking by going down on his partner. Not that there were many.

He was lucky to have Wendy. Ian was a smooth, 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 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 clapper slid between her netherlips, Wendy's orgasm began approaching a great deal faster. When he started rubbing her clitoris it broke.

Ian lapped up his married woman's succus as her thighs trembled and she moaned loudly.

He kissed his way up her body. Past her downy pubic hair. Across her soft tummy to her large breasts. Ian was a bosom man and he loved Wendy's monolithic E-cup tits. At twenty five they were still wax and perky. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally experience a small orgasm just from playing with her tits.

Wendy put a hand on the back of her husband's cervix as he gently squeezed and kissed her titty. She rubbed her slick second joint against his English. Her wet snatch was gear up for its next round 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 peg for him. A loving invitation for his intimate intimacy. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His belittled penis didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the nerve finish at the opening move to her sexual love canal.

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

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

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a quick wash up. A round well-disposed face with a cunning push button nose, and long lustrous brownish hair. It was crinkly and fell well past her shoulder. Her fill observation smiled back at her.

Then she moved to the bedroom door. Ian lay on his side 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 cunning round ass. A girly derrière, she sometimes liked to tease him.

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to sleep.

Mr. Franks was a slave driver. Ian didn't like his hirer. the man only cared about quotas. Not people. Still the young man tried to work hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to keep their nice house.

It was two narration and in a overnice neighborhood. A heavy spot to nurture a crime syndicate. 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 close down threshold to the big man's office.

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

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

Ian walked to the front of the room. His promontory lowered in pity and fear. He couldn't help it. He felt like he was being called to the principals office for a paddling.

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

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

"Lost, Sir ?"Ian's interpreter was barely a squeak.

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

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You little pansy. How the nookie you can go home and get laid your wife as such a pathetic bankruptcy is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

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

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

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

Ian couldn't stop the disturbing image of the big chief telling him all this while fucking Wendy from tush. bent over the drinks mesa at the vacation party. Her nice red, velvet apparel pulled up to her shank as the sweaty man pounded her pale ass from behind. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the floor following to them. His hard picayune penis getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.

in his visual modality, Mr. Franks would reach up, yanking down the top of Wendy's garb. Her big nipple tumble out as an climax overtakes her. Her face a mask of ecstasy as ...

"shag. 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 snag.

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

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

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."Feel better ?"

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

"How about I comfort you in a way only a woman can ?"She gave him a sly grin and pulled off her shirt. Theodore Harold White cotton wool bra covering most of her big breasts.

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

Ian frowned when his trivial peter stayed lenient. How could he have sex his wife ? Not even Wendy caressing and tugging at the sad little 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 top dog to her big breasts. Hoping that might get him started.

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

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

The next day at her own work, Wendy closed and locked her office room access.

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

She pulled up some pictures of caramel men in speedos. Then hiked up her skirt. Her hand slipping into her white cotton scanty.

Wendy's fingers rubbed her quickly wet pussy. The slender digits touching her in much the same way as her hubby's little cock.

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

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

Even the love of his life.

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

Wendy wasn't prone to wearing provocative wearing apparel. Only on the rare occasion that they went out for a date dark.

She had on a fragile tank top. It did piffling to hide her red lacing bra, and was cut off to demonstrate her potbelly. It was matched by tiny physical exercise shorts.

No doubtfulness she would let just said it was something comfortable to wear hanging out with admirer. But Ian was pretty sure the looks the male child gave her when she wasn't looking were less than friendly.

It didn't assistant that her friend 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 strange pang of insecurity when they were close to her.

They were big men. Real men. Hunters and detergent builder. Men into mutation. Alpha men.

Ian was none of those thing.

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

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

"Real rough man. What are you going to do ?"The crowing man asked.

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

"What about the business firm ?"

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

"I may have something."Grant told him."My helper left recently. The pay is probably close to what you were making. Certainly better than unemployment."subsidization gave him a grinning."It's basically escritoire study, but it would just be temporary. cashbox you find something better."

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

Tonight there were six of the boys at the party. Plus three of their married woman. Chunky women, but not unattractive. Chosen as married person more for their big titmouse than any other reason.

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

He waved his hands and refused to dally when they started up a game of collaborator pong.

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

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

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

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

"Ok."The brunet clapped her hand excitedly. She gave her hubby a grinning 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 inapt.

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

The game began. Everyone soon drinking. Until hank got a clod in an odd discolour cup.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I doubt anyone wants to see individual else's wife naked."Grant said with a smirk. a good deal to Ian's rilievo."How about penalty. opposite woman gives a piddling spank."

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

Gradually all the wives were stripped to their underwear. Each was spanked a duad multiplication before the biz was over.

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

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

"I ... I just kinda need 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. Ulysses S. 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. Cary Grant helped her down feather. Letting her set adjacent to him.

"real men go naked, buddy."Hank said, pulling off his denim. Ian's eyes boggle at the man's huge putz. Easily twice as big as his and it wasn't even hard.

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

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

Ian felt as if his trivial penis was trying to hide back up inside his consistence. Just a piddling nub proving he wasn't a man. In front line of these obvious Alphas.

Mercifully no one said anything about his phallus.

The boy talked about some bang-up times in college. prank and parties long forgotten.

Finally, mercifully, Grant announced that he had an too soon day. The radical broke up. Ian struggled to get his wino wife dressed then home and to bed.

In the end Ian didn't have much of a pick. It was not a bang-up orbit for mass in his business.

Duncan James Corrow Grant gave him a big grin when he came into work a few solar day after the party.

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

Ian's desk was in the reception expanse right outside assignment big office. His desk was shiny and modern. As was reception. Where as grant had a giant mahogany tree desk. Tall black bookshelves. A leather couch and a span of leather, high backed professorship next to a board in a recess.

"This is Amy."The handsome man introduced him to the only early mortal working in the office."She takes attention of the reckoner and makes sure our net is running,"

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred pound sign and unattractive. She had greasy tegument and little bristles of hair on her blobby brass.

"fountainhead, you're a fiddling bit of nothin'ain't ya ?"She said cheerily. Wiping Cheeto dust on her denim and sticking out her mitt.

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

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

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

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

Then Monday dayspring happened.

"Ian, buddy. You made some mistakes on this form."Grant set a newspaper publisher down on the receptionist desk.

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

But grant wasn't finished."This isnt like your last job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have often to give you. You short wimp."Ian's middle went one shot at the casual insult."So, do better."

But unfortunately just after lunch,"I've seen your naught dickhead. So I'm sure you are a failure in bed. Don't be here ok ?"It was another grammar error."Honestly I don't love how a guy like you got to be with Wendy in the first place. Can you tell me that ? Never mind I think I'd just be depressed."His new genus Bos turned to go back into his position."I can't imagine why she would persist with a twink like you."

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

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

Ian just shook his head. rent in his middle, not capable to desire his articulation.

"repeat after me : I'm a Milquetoast, fluffer and my married woman deserves dependable stopcock than my monkey nut bump."

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

Grant was nodding along."Your nothing goober pea bump. Say it."

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

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

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

That Night he thought he would have a job getting hard again, but he didn't.

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

They repeated over and over, especially the bit he forced Ian to say. His trivial penis throbbed with each mental repetition.'Im a effeminate fluffer. I have a picayune peanut bump.'

The verbal insults continued the relief of the hebdomad. Ian began to dread each time Grant came out of his office.

Then came Fri. His gaffer seemed cheerful all day. No affront or anything. Even though Ian got back a distich composition with small errors on them.

Then yield called the pocket-sized man into his intimidating office just before closing.

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

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

"Uh ... I guess."

"If you were a misbehaving little girl I'd spank you, Ian. Perhaps we should pop out there."

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

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

With a snuffle, wishing he was anywhere but there, Ian shivered as he unbuckled his slacks. Letting them free fall to his mortise joint.

"Unimaginative. Stanford White cotton brief ?"Grant scoffed."That's what a little boy would wear."

It's what Ian had always worn. He bent over his political 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 meek fiddling oink with each stinging smash, more like a whine. He hadn't been so humiliated in a long meter. Grant's strong hand firmly paddled his round sissy ass.

If Ian was a real man he wouldn't stall for such treatment. Instead tears freely trailed down his brass as he gasped to each bum shock.

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

The bigger man slid a deal between Ian's thighs. The weeping man clenched them, but was unable to check Grant's finger's breadth from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's little hard-on.

"If you are going to enjoy it, I will bear to get more inventive. broadcast your stage wide."

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

Ian squealed as grant swung upward. Slapping the sissy's sensitive scrotum. Each strike sent electrical shock of painfulness through Ian's dead body. His spate flash red.

His cock and nut clasp with each spank. Soon Ian is cumming in his underwear. Though it doesn't feel like any orgasm he has ever had. It isn't even pleasant.

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

Ian pulled his morass back on. Worried that he would get in trouble if he asked permit to clean himself up. Then he left. His gaze downcast. Not capable to appear Grant in the middle.

He had to drive home like that. Cum drying in his underwear. His ass sore against the fundament. His lilliputian chunk throbbing with pain.

That dark he couldn't get hard for Wendy again. She asked him what was unseasonable. He just told her it was the job lookup.

After she dozed off he couldn't help thinking about the spanking. His short prick getting laborious under the covers. His handwriting stroked his little nub succeeding to his sleeping wife.

Thoughts of his boss's penalization driving him to lick his short pants again. Ashamed, he went into the bathroom to clean up.

On Monday grant motioned Ian into his office as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be Thomas More of a man than to show back up."His boss taunted with a smirk."Well, if you are going to be the office sissy it's clip to get down acting like it. subscribe to off your shirt and pants."

Ian wasn't sure what was going to chance 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 smaller man."You are a beta milksop. And you will be treated as such. strip !"

Quickly Ian got down to his briefs.

"Just pathetic. Here you can fall apart these for now."assignment told him. The big man pulled open a drawer in his desk. He handed the sissy 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 penis again. The little thing throbbing to an erection despite the awful situation.

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

Ian gasped through a XII keen spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my dress ?"

"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 take out up the silk drawers as they were too big for him.

Around ten in the break of the day Amy came into reception. That was a rare occurrence. She spent almost of her days sitting around her desk in the estimator way watching pornography.

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

Ian's eye went wide at the sentiment, but he does as told. The fat woman laughed as her meaty hands beat a staccato calendar method on his round ass.

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

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

It was basically admittedly. diffused he was less than in inch. Just a little bump. His Ball were his only proof of humanness. Though they were tiny too. Like shriveled raisins.

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

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

"Yup. That's tiny."She slapped his sissy bump back and forth a couple metre before blowing him a buss and heading back to her oeuvre domain.

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

Always wearing those silk shorts.

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

Then it was Thursday morning.

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

"Amy will take you to get mount. torso hairsbreadth is something a man has. Not you. When you get back your new body of work clothes will be waiting. ``

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

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

The Fat woman directed him to some hole in the bulwark massage parlor. Apparently run by her Sister.

In a minor private way Amy had him strip down. Ian hesitated, uncomfortable with the entirely thing. Then Amy casually reached out and slapped the sissy's ass. Reminding him of his topographic point. `` Get to it. ''

Ian quickly got nude person and on the mesa. Amy herself did the tomentum removal. butt first, then the front. Everything below eyebrow level.

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

Amy had him flip over and took great cruel enjoyment out of stripping around his hard little goober. Especially the nuisance from stripping his nut.

After an time of day, Ian 's body was bare. Grinning at the smooth queer, Amy asked, `` You ever cheat on your wife ? ``

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

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

'' Please I ca n't. ``

'' We both know that 's not reliable. Your milksop prick is just asking for mammy 's sweet cunt. ``

It was true, the nuisance and humiliation had given his member a raging three in blooper.

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

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

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

He frowned down at the white lacing corset, matching thong step-in, and bloodless second joint mellow stockings. A stark line to the darkness upholstered chairperson.

blackness high heels lay on the floor beneath.

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

He started with the panties. Stepping into the sultry underwear designed for women. He slid the thong up his newly smooth pegleg. The tiny back settled between his feminine ass cheeks. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a punishment for being a sex object. In the front, his member fit snugly under the White River lace. Even grueling it stopped just short of peeking out.

Ian stood for a consequence wearing just the panties. His peel 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 fascinate. proceedings 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 unusual against his skin. Sort of scratchy and tight. Like he was bound in a coop.

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

Then he sat. Reaching down he slid the first silky, white, stocking up his emasculate leg. His body shivered as it slowly engulfed him. His tiny peter throbbed under its lace John Cage.

He thought putting the stocking on would be like putting on socks. But this was much Thomas More intense. Something about the stocking made Ian finger especially womanly. 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 bonk. Or ... or be fucked.

He sat for a present moment, rocking back and forth on his nearly scanty ass. Strangely savoring the feel of the intimate apparel on his body. Little shivers of excitement seemed to rove through him, settling in his midget prick.

Carefully he attached the gallus dangling from his corset to the tops of his stockings. He could see his reflection in the windowpane. For a moment confusing himself with a foreign fair sex.

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

Ian spent the day typing up paper. His unknown excitement never abating as he waited for his boss to call in in him.

Just before the end of the day, Hiram Ulysses Grant gave him a buzz. Feeling awkward in the eminent hound, Ian stumbled to the man's door. Then into his office.

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

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

Ian stumbled to the shopping mall of the room. He took a instant to stabilise himself. Then he raised his hairless arms and slowly spun around for his smirking boss.

"Good. Very good. You need more practice in heel though."Grant told him."Now come here."His sureness palpable, Cary Grant crossed the room to one of the senior high backed leather chairs in the nook. Patting his thigh. He watched Ian slowly, carefully approach.

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

The sissy could smell out the old leather of the chairperson. It's scent was strong. Masculine. Dominant. One of Ulysses Simpson Grant's hands rested on the small of his spine. Almost comforting. As if Ian belonged to the Alpha male.

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

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

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

Ian's eyes went extensive at the first spank. More a wanton tap on one asscheek. Grant was only swinging from his carpus.

A few more than swats and Ian was moaning quietly at each one. Pink handprints appeared on the effeminate's rear then faded before the next swat.

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

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

Ian gasped as Ulysses S. Grant swatted harder. Pale figure starting to stay pink. His tiny pecker throbbed with each spank.

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

"Uh ... you ?"Ian whined. The Alpha smiled. Then he swung his arm astray. Ian's ass jiggled at the hard smacking. The pansy squealed from the hurting. He gripped the leg of the old leather chair.

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

material body turned from pink to red as Ulysses Simpson Grant dominated the piteous sissy.

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

concession just grabbed the man's wrist and pinned it to his binding. Against the lacing of his girdle.

He spanked the weeping effeminate's ass to a nighttime red. Grinning at Ian's ineffectively kicking legs. Clad in their white stockings. like a damosel in distraint.

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

Grant stopped the spanking. He ran his fingertips in set around the sissy's throbbing derrière. He could palpate the passion rising from the punished bum.

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? Answer you fucking cock gull !"concession demanded. He Grabbed Ian's short circuit hair and painfully yanked his straits up.

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

He wasn't even sure where the countersign 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 effeminate fountainhead lowered. Cum soiled his lacing panties. His paw rubbed his warm, red, sore ass.

"Thank me for revealing your truth."

"Th ... thank you sir."Ian simpered. weeping in his middle and running down his Milquetoast cheeks.

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

Ian looked down. They could both see his sully panty. His lilliputian scratch was soft again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lacing crib.

"clean it up, sissy."There was a menace in President Grant voice. One that Ian had no will to defy.

With a lump in his throat and a weighting in the pit of his stomach, Ian pulled off the bemire step-in. Lifting them to his face. He could clearly see the pale slime.

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

He could get wind President Grant chuckle, but not see him. Not through the lace as he cleaned it throughly.

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

Ian stumbled out of his foreman office. Nearly twisting an ankle in his strappy high heels.

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

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

Pink stockings with trivial blue fore at the top. A pink silk pantie. And a sheer cropped nighty, also pink. There was also a thin headband with a big pink bow on it.

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

session, his inaugural act was to draw on the pink stockings. Covering his smooth legs in femininity. His trivial prick got hard with excitement. His ass clenched in anticipation of the day to do.

Ian stood admiring his manifestation in the window. Too girly to be a tangible man. knock stockings with their niggling bluish bows high on his thighs. Little bastard standing to attention.

He grabbed the pantie and pulled them on next. Not a lash this time. Though the rachis only covered about one-half of his turn bum. The articulatio coxae had cunning little ruffles, and the silk felt cool and smooth against his hairless crotch.

Next Ian slipped on the gamy heel. light source dismal to equalize the bows on his stockings. This pair wasn't shiny. The fabric almost felt like velvet under his fingerbreadth. Once again they made his foundation and articulatio talocruralis feel weird.

The nighty made him shiver as he pulled it on. There was lace where a womanhood's breasts would be. Offering just a little more modesty than the sleep of the sheer cloth. It was tight and scratchy against his skin. His mammilla hardened from the virtuoso.

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

Ian sat at his desk doing his paperwork. Though he would get up every one-half hour and walk around the room. Practicing in the luxuriously hound. Getting more positive in them as the day wore on.

Early in the good afternoon the front door chimed as it opened. Ian's eyes went wide as the livery man rolled a stack of corner in.

"Gon na call for you to sign these."The unseasoned man said. A freehanded twenty something. Blonde with a chiseled jaw. Ian was always a bit intimidated by him. He reminded Ian of the type of jocks that bullied him in school.

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

"Costume party ? turn a loss a bet ?"The Whitney Moore Young Jr. man asked.

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

'' Huh. '' The man said thoughtfully. `` problematical job market. '' The epicene couldn't meet the youthful man's eyes.

'' Yes sir. ``

'' Makes you look like a fucking bitch. '' Ian could finger his little cissy penis twitch at the Alpha 's examination.

The speech boy reached down and grabbed Ian 's little pecker through the silk panties. `` Looks like you like being a beef 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 keen job of announcing that you are a trivial cock sucker."Ian shivered at the man's tidings."You should narrate your boss to get you a little choker though. complete the look."

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

Then the Alpha was gone. Back out the door.

subsidization came in to reception a little later. Taking a moment to admire his handwork."What a little fuck wad."He smirked.

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

"We will take in a customer in later today. I want you to offer the man coffee and to commit him a squeamish curtsy. Understand ?"

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

Ian 's Lorenz Milton Hart skipped a pulsation when a swarthy halfway easterly man came in. Giving the secretary a confused feel.

Ian sent a subject matter to let Ulysses Simpson Grant know his naming had arrived. Then he got up and carefully walked over to the man. He grabbed the fanny of his nighty and pulled it away from his unruffled chest as he bent his human knee slightly stepping back with one foot.

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

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

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

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

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

The man just shook his capitulum and waited.

Soon Grant was set up, and the man disappeared into the power.

Just before close on Fri, Grant called the pansy into his office. Ian walked over to the desk. More confident now in his blue in high spirits heel.

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

Submissive, in feminine lingerie and on his genu he looked up at subsidisation. Handsome and powerful in a dark drab power suit reclining on a blackamoor leather office staff lounge.

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

Ian gulped heavily. The moment he had been dreading had arrived. How ? How can award expect him to do this. He is n't gay, hell, neither is Grant. When he looks up he just gets an deadpan look in getting even.

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

Yet, he couldn't seem to turn down Ulysses S. Grant. The Alpha seemed to know just how to drive him. Plus he needed the job. Otherwise he and Wendy could drop off everything.

Oh god, Wendy ! What would she imagine.

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 ! Ulysses S. Grant candid ribbon slapped the WIMP across the cheek.

Something in Ian crumbled. A barrier to something of import. His manhood.

Ian reached forward running his laurel wreath up subsidisation muscular thighs. His fingers finding the man's shiny leather whack. He unbuckled then unzipped his boss 's pants spreading the fly open. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The office air was cool on his lingerie clad organic structure.

Black silk underdrawers covered the big hard cock underneath. So manure larger than his own pathetic nub. Ulysses Grant was probably eight inches, maybe even bigger.

In a daze Ian ran his fingers along the putz, smooth through the silk. He could experience where Grant's dick flared at the tip. He could see the scheme in the sheeny fabric.

Ian pulled the underdrawers down. The backbreaking cock springing to the ready. The cissy's fingerbreadth lightly slid up and down the shaft. Finally stopping at the tip, his thumb and forefinger massage the helmet-like end. His gaze is drawn to a pearl of pre-cum. His hitch spread the glistening liquid state in little lap.

Ian leaned forward, his body vibration. For the first time in his sprightliness, he tentatively stuck his tongue out. Touching the hot veiny shaft of assignment's big dick. Giving it a piffling biff.

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

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

The sissy's trivial prick grew hard with the degrading act. Grant moaned above him as Ian thoroughly cleaned the man's scrotum with his clapper. Rolling the balls around in his mouthpiece and gently sucking on them.

Ian licked his way up Grant's thick beam of light again. Gripping the base of it with one hand he sucked the nous into his lip, tickling it with his tongue. Squeezing the shaft as Cary Grant ran his finger's breadth through the sissy's hair's-breadth.

"Mmm, your a serious little shaft sucker. Aren't you, peanut ?"

Ian just moaned as he took more and more of his honcho dick into his backtalk, all the way to the back of his throat money box he started to gag. Pulling it all the way out he gave the tip kisses as he pumped the thick shaft with his fist.

Ian swallowed the prick again, all the way back. This metre holding it a bit longer. His heart watered as he gagged. Finally pulling it back out.

Ian ran his tongue from balls to tip. Planting more kisses on his honcho 's shaft head, while he pumped him with his sissy fingers.

He could sense that unusual lecherousness 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 revere his stopcock.

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

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

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

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

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

'' shuffling indisputable not to leave alone a deal, pantywaist. ``

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 fuck 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 married man and thought this might be role of him trying to plow with it. He had been having a hard time getting erect. Probably from the stress of losing his job. They hadn't even tried to make dear since live weekend.

Wendy had an orgasm from Ian going down on her. When it was time to sleep with, 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 brightness level dab on his cunning ass. Nothing like Grant's savage beatings."Uh ... naughty. You are very naughty."She said.

His little son of a bitch got hard anyway. Humiliated by his wife treating him like a petulant schoolgirl.

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

Ian felt wonderful thrusting into his wife, though. Laying between her spread thighs. The couplet 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 strong for his married woman. Ian knew that it was because he was a beta. He knew beta did n't deserve to fuck such beautiful womanhood.

Wendy was definitely a beautiful adult female. Long brown hair. form round face with a cute nose. Amazing breasts, and a perfumed body with curves.

Ian 's little Beta prick had no clientele being stuck in a woman like that.

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

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

The sissy wore a gullible one-piece thong. It was lacy and hugged his soundbox. He had matching stockings and the strappy, black in high spirits dog.

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. Duncan Grant says you are no man. ``

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

'' No ! '' Was the man 's derriere reply. `` You will service me, then. '' It was a instruction, not a interrogative.

Ian didn't even protest as he followed the man over to the lounge. Passively accepting his spot, on his knees between the man 's legs. Ian took out the hairy gentleman's gentleman 's putz.

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

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

Soon the man roughly grabbed Ian by the hair and, with a few forceful push, shot Ian 's mouthpiece full of his disgusting jizz.

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

Ian wiped teardrop 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 threshold.

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

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

Wednesday Ian was wearing a suddenly, taffeta, fairy skirt. Pink lace thong. Negroid garter with correspond stockings. A rap 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 subsidization's office.

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

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

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

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

Ian obediently bent over. Elbows on the knockout dark wood. His skirt was so short that his bare ass and scanty covered fork were revealed. Vulnerable.

Grant rubbed the sissy's little tool, then flicked his testis through the lace. Then he grabbed the sash of the submissive man 's pink panty. Ian 's oculus went wide, as they were yanked down his round ass. Falling to the floor.

'' Mmm, not pure. '' Grant said, giving the sissyish ass a swat. `` Still it 's compressed and sweet-smelling. '' The big man gave the ass another playful spank, as he pulled out his turncock.

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

Ian whined when he felt grant's fingers dissever his ass face. He shivered as a big finger's breadth rubbed at his mingy anal flower. Lubing it. Circling the Virgo golf hole. His whole world seemed to reel with the motion.

Ian hissed as the finger's breadth pressed inside him to the beginning knuckle. Painful and intrusive. Then it was gone.

assignment leaned into the sissy. Grabbing his hair and yanking his head painfully up. His big, lube dick rubbed against Ian's round ass.

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

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

Ian squealed as the cruel shaft pierced him. Like it was drilling into his soul. His ass spread opened in a burst of painful sensation. milksop snag pit-patted onto the wooden desk.

concession grunted in joy as his big dick painfully jackhammered into the tight queen ass.

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

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

Ian was reduced to awful grunting. His torso tingling all over. He couldn't supporter pressing back into the man violating him. Helping the Alpha painfully ram home base. He could feel Grant's lump slapping against his second joint he was so deep.

With a smile concession triumphantly fucked the pantywaist secretary. Now seemingly a willing player in his own anal misdemeanour.

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

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

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

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

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

'' You must understand by now you are n't really a man. You are a beta, a WIMP, a sissy. You are basically less than a womanhood. You were just made to suffice real men, Alphas like me. '' subsidisation 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 bulwark that crumbled at his first reverse job. The wall betas build to try to pretend they are men, when it 's obvious they are not.

Thursday Ian wore a sheer grey gown. It covered him from neck opening to ankle. With a lacing titty and a slit up one side. Underneath his black G-string and agree supporter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat woman was already nude statue. Thighs spread, one script already fingering her hairy cootch. A big grin on her aspect.

"springiness mama's pussy a dear lick, bitch."She ordered.

His shoulders slumped as Ian got to his knee joint. Pressing his fount between her meaty second joint.

Her fork smelled of vinegar and effort. It was dampish and hairy.

As he licked. The fat womanhood moaned loudly above him. Grabbing his whisker painfully.

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

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

His forefront low, the slavish man walked back to his secretaire's desk.

Ian frowned later, when the livery man came in.

The young man grinned, and motioned Ian over. He forced the sissy over his desk. He lifted Ian's robe and pulled his panties down. The handsome man spittle on his hand, wiping it on the voiceless cock he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's pansy ass.

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

The Alpha reached around and gripped Ian 's hard lilliputian gumshoe. Grunting with his exploit the man quickly pumped the milksop 's cock 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 manlike shipment in the girly ass. Cum drizzling down Ian's second joint as the man pulled out.

'' Mmm, ripe. See you side by side Thursday. '' The delivery man said, zipping up and stepping out.

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

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

Friday, after lunch Grant called Ian into his business office.

The sissy looked cute in his garden pink ruffled panties. pinko stockings with the little blue prow. Matching blue high hound. And the pinko cutoff nighty.

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

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

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

Then along comes a hot small-arm of ass, lets call her ... I do n't make out Wendy.

See she dates one of the hombre, but really all the boys wanted a objet d'art of that all right ass. You know what I mean ? ''

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

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

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

The spanking was interrupted by a knocking at the post door.

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

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

'' What is wrong with Ian. You were n't crystallise ... '' The beautiful brunet came to a stoppage when she saw her hubby standing in sexy intimate apparel. Her eyes went wide with shock. A dark premonition shivered through her body. Something was really wrong.

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

'' Hush Ian. '' Grant interrupted the crybaby. He turned to the beautiful woman. `` Your husband came to me looking for a posture and I gave him one. The one he was born for. Ian is the office beef. '' The Alpha said with a smirk. `` This is the milksop you married, I just taught him his proper billet. ``

Wendy shook her reasonably headway. Not wanting to be theatrical role of this. `` N ... no. No he 'd never agree to this. You ... you forced him. '' The beautiful married woman insisted.

'' Sure, the milksop took a little coaxing. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot shucks he became a good slight cocksucker. '' Grant taunted.

'' Do n't bid him that. net ball go Ian. '' She took a few steps toward her married man. She could see the hope in his center. A pocket-sized flicker of courage returning to the man she loved.

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

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

'' Yes, you do. hussy. ``

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

What lilliputian hope and braveness there was faded from Ian, as the red handprint faded from his married woman's pale impertinence.

'' Bend over the desk, whore. ``

Before this moment Wendy would birth said that she was a strong, self-employed person woman.

After the smack she felt obedient and humiliated. She wanted to run from the room yell, while her tingling body wanted to accede. To willingly move over up all its secrets.

For a consequence Wendy looked to her hubby for support, hoping he could rescue her. All the sissy could do was attend uncomfortably at his pes.

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

Grant walked up behind her. Ian could see a spirit of disgust on her face as he slowly ran his handwriting up her sides.

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

The federal agency filled with a ripping speech sound. Wendy gasped in impact. In one quick move Ulysses S. Grant tore the movement of her courting give, blouse and all.

She could feel his strong fingers reach around the loving cup of her bra. The initiative touch on her tits early than her husband in years.

concession yanked her bra down, and Wendy's large, magnificent chest flopped out. She moaned a fiddling as he roughly grabbed her wonderful eyeball. `` Do you fuck how long I have waited to play with these ? '' Grant asked, squeezing and jiggling her tits.

Wendy squeaked as his fingerbreadth tweaked, then pinched, then pulled her sensitive nipples. Each act sending thrilling shocks through her luscious consistency. Aimed straight at her, now throbbing, pussy.

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

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

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

assignment gave both pap a light slap. Then pushed on Wendy's back. Forcing her lower so that her elbows were resting on the desk.

Grant grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly slid it up. Wendy, body trembling, let out a piddling groan. Mixed with exhilaration, mortification, and shame.

Slowly her white cotton panties were revealed. Covering a sweet beat ass.

With a frown, subsidization swatted the fair sex's ass twice. The sound causing Ian to jump and his fiddling cock to tweet with excitement at his wife's abuse. `` You should be ashamed that your sissy husband wears sexier underwear than you. '' The handsome boss chided.

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

Finally her sugariness bare ass was fully revealed. unable to entertain back any thirster, grant quickly pulls out his backbreaking dick.

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

He grabbed her ass and spread her pussylips open with his thumbs. Grinning at how wet she was. Then he shoved his tilt hard cock into another man's wife. The long sought after snatch of his friend, Wendy.

Her groan matched his as he sank all the way to his balls. Her eyes went wide at the unaccustomed encroachment. His shaft touched places inside her that Ian could never hope to reach out with his sad, nothing, bump.

'' Aah, so just !"subsidization gloated."I 've waited a long meter to put you in your office bitch. '' Wendy's pussy clenched his dick tight as he grabbed her long brown hair, forcing her fountainhead up.

rip filled her centre even as her consistency responded. She was willingly violating her wedding vows. right in battlefront of her loving husband.

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

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

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's right on you slut. '' Grant slapped the lady of pleasure's typeface a third time.

Wendy's big nipple slapped together in time with the Alpha 's deep push. With his orchis hitting her pussycat, 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 Cary Grant had done to them press her over.

'' Ah ! Aaah ! Aaaaaa ! '' Wendy's coming 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. '' Ulysses S. Grant smirked at the milksop.

Ian 's dick was hard. His body responding to a rattling man properly servicing his wife. His paw kept sliding toward his step-in. He had to make an effort not to jackoff to his lovely wife's plight.

Soon grant was pumping Wendy's bore goofball with his warm Alpha seed. `` Aah. That was as sound as I imagined whore. ``

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

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

When the Alpha's dick was uncontaminating, Grant grabbed Ian painfully by the hair. Forcing the pansy's expression into his wife 's quaggy cootch.

Grant sneered down at the pathetic poor devil as Ian obediently licked out the disgusting cream pie. Wendy moaned with pleasure as her sissy husband's tongue licked her raw netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This metre in her husband 's face. As her torso trembled violently. Her rhythm ass jiggling. Her upper eubstance collapsed on the desk.

Finally grant allowed the couple to fend up.

'' Ha looking at you two dazed sluts. '' He grinned.

Wendy stood with her big titmouse still hanging out of her bust suit, bird indecently tucked up. Some of President Grant cum drizzled down her inside thigh. Her organic structure still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his pink lingerie and stockings, cum smeared on his sissy case. His dick was hard in his scanty. He couldn't turn out to meet anyone's center in his shame at how call on on he was.

'' Who owns you, beef ? '' Duncan James Corrow Grant asked with a leer.

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

Wendy glanced at her sissy husband. She wanted him to fend up for himself. Or maybe she would. Maybe slap that smug grin off Grant 's face. But as Her pussy trembled to an aftershock, and she felt 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 shame.

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

He yanked Wendy's skirt off. She gasped as he gave her nipples one in conclusion pinch. Sending an charge up chill through her.

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

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

Two boy hopped out. One reached in and pinched the beautiful char's nipples.

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

The other boy ran around and dumped a one-half fully tremble on the sissy's head and down his front line. Laughing the college scholarly person tossed the sticky cup in Ian's lap.

Both boys stepped back as the twosome sped off to the common igniter.

Finally home the mates silently showered together.

"Do ... did you like that. Like what Ulysses Simpson 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 beta male person now. And other Alphas can smell it. If a man came up and took you there is nix I would do. And I hate that. '' He broke you too. I could see it."The sissy took his wife's hired man as she sat next to him."Even now role of you wants to go to him. To let him abuse you."

'' fountainhead, no more enshroud anything from me. We will go through this together. After all I could n't bear up to him either. '' Wendy assured him. `` And I know I will be wearing sexier underclothing from now on. '' She said with a blush."brand dearest to me. Let's push that terrible man from our minds."She asked. Her hand slipping to his crotch.

Both their shoulders slumped when nothing happened. Her fingerbreadth failed to get him hard.

"detention on."Ian hopped up and moved to her underwear drawer. Wendy watched, curious and a little appalled as her husband pulled on a pair of her stockings.

Plain white, with a little lace. His dick was fully tumid before he finished.

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

"Come here, love."She ordered.

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

Now she slurped up his lilliputian prick and sucked.

Ian moaned his pleasure as his married woman blew him. Then he returned the favor. Pulling her second joint close and licking her puss while his putz was in her sassing.

He could still try out concession's jizz inside her. A taste sensation he knew well, by then.

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

In the aurora they both put on one of her nighties. Almost as a jape. 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 work YOUR WHORE WIFE'was the textual matter Ulysses Grant sent in the daybreak.

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