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

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Wendy moaned as her hubby slowly licked around her pussy. She grabbed the bed sheet in her ecstasy. An orgasm rising excruciatingly slowly in her.

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

In high shoal his second girl had made fun of his small member. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the first-class honours degree and just time. After that he always tried to start his sexual love by going down on his collaborator. Not that there were many.

He was lucky to birth Wendy. Ian was a placidity, unimposing man. Where Wendy was beautiful and outgoing.

They met shortly after college. She saw something in him, a gentleness and sleep with 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 champion and felt trapped in a job he didn't like.

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

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

He kissed his way up her physical structure. Past her downy pubic hair. Across her voiced tummy to her large breasts. Ian was a bosom man and he loved Wendy's massive E-cup tits. At twenty five they were still full and perky. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally have a small climax just from playing with her tits.

Wendy put a paw on the binding of her married man's neck opening as he gently squeezed and kissed her knocker. She rubbed her sleek thigh against his English. Her wet snatch was ready for its next round of seventh heaven.

Ian grabbed his cock. Fully erect at three inches. He rubbed the tip against his wife's pussy, especially her clitoris. Wendy spread her legs for him. A loving invitation for his sexual intimacy. They both groaned in pleasance as he entered her. His small penis didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the nervus endings at the opening to her dear canal.

Ian didn't last long. He never did. His fiddling prick drizzled it's jizz into her as they kiss passionately. virtually 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, gymnastic body. She couldn't get six large number abs, just a minuscule too soft. But that translated to a sweet-scented cycle ass and big tits.

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a warm wash up. A cycle friendly fount with a cunning button olfactory organ, and long bright Brown hair. It was wavy and fell well past her shoulder joint. Her quenched expression 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 gymnastic, but he had a cute round of drinks ass. A girly derrière, she sometimes liked to tantalize him.

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to sleep.

Mr. Franks was a slave driver. Ian didn't like his boss. the man only cared about quotas. Not people. Still the Whitney Young man tried to work on hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to sustain their nice business firm.

It was two stories and in a nice neighborhood. A bully place to evoke a family. Which they would as soon as they were a bit more secure.

Ian worked in ‘ The Pen.'It's what Mr. Franks called the room where his twenty dollar bill two direct foot soldier worked at their desks. Facing the usually come together threshold to the big man's government agency.

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

"Jelly Roll Morton ! Get in here !"Ian heard his boss shout. Others looked up from their desks, glad it wasn't their figure called."small fuck."The big man mumbled. He probably thought it was under his breathing spell, but everyone in The Pen could hear him.

Ian walked to the front of the room. His drumhead lowered in shame and fear. He couldn't help it. He felt like he was being called to the corpus spot for a paddling.

"Do ... do you require me to exclude the doorway, sir ?"He asked when he stepped into his chief's office.

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

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

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

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You little pansy. How the fucking you can go dwelling house and fuck your married woman as such a pathetic failure is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

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

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

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

Ian couldn't stop the distressful persona of the big political boss telling him all this while fucking Wendy from nates. Bent over the drinks table at the holiday party. Her squeamish red, velvet attire pulled up to her waist as the sweaty man pounded her pale ass from behind. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the trading floor next to them. His heavy little penis getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.

in his vision, Mr. Frank would accomplish up, yanking down the top of Wendy's dress. Her big tits tumble out as an orgasm overtakes her. Her face a mask of ecstasy as ...

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

Ian turned to allow. His cheeks red with mortification. His eyes glassy, near tears.

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

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

That night Wendy comforted him on the sofa. 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 smile."Feel 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 charwoman can ?"She gave him a sly grin and pulled off her shirt. egg white cotton bra covering to the highest degree of her big knocker.

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

Ian frowned when his footling dick stayed voiced. How could he bonk his married woman ? 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 straits to her big knocker. Hoping that might get him started.

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

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

The succeeding day at her own work, Wendy closed and locked her office door.

She couldn't William Tell Ian, but she was definitely left hand unsatisfied from last Nox.

She pulled up some delineation of raw sienna men in speedos. Then hiked up her wench. Her hand slipping into her white cotton panties.

Wendy's finger's breadth rubbed her quickly wet pussy. The slender digits touching her in a good deal the same way as her husband's little cock.

She didn't last long as her fingerbreadth played. She bit the dorsum of her fist when she came. In an effort to keep muted.

Ian didn't like party. Especially with his wife's booster. She would bounce from mortal to person chatting and happy. He would sit in a quoin. Forgotten by everyone.

Even the dearest of his liveliness.

It didn't help 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 day of the month night.

She had on a melt off tank top. It did petty to cover her red lace bra, and was cut off to show her pot. It was matched by tiny physical exertion shorts.

No doubt she would possess just said it was something easy to don hanging out with Quaker. But Ian was pretty sure the looks the boys gave her when she wasn't looking were less than friendly.

It didn't avail 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 strange twinge of insecurity when they were close to her.

They were big men. actual men. Hunters and builders. Men into play. Alpha men.

Ian was none of those things.

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

Cary Grant Boothe was ruggedly good-looking, charismatic, and successful. Everything Ian wished he could be. The man owned his own international business concern at twenty six.

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

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

"What about the sign of the zodiac ?"

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

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

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

Tonight there were six of the boys at the company. Plus three of their wife. Chunky fair sex, but not unattractive. Chosen as partners more for their big nipple than any early reasonableness.

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

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

"We're going to be odd squad then."Ben insisted. His smiling wife leaning on his arm. Already a couplet tack to the wind.

"Are you for 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 Wyrd.

"We can be partners, Wendy."Hank offered. One of the other boy. Ian couldn't recollect if the man was married or his wife just hadn't come.

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

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

Two couples stood at either end of a Ping River pong table with cups laid out. Certain cupful were different colors, Ian noticed.

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

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

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

She had a decent single-foot. Double-D's held up by a black velvet bra.

Is was a affair of moments before Ian's married woman grabbed the rump of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She got a few whistles at her impressive cleavage.

Ian's slight peter stirred as his married woman was ogled by their ally. aid that she didn't seem to mind.

Her boxershorts went next as egg hit the right cup. She bent over and slipped them off giving everyone a safe appearance. ‘ Just playing along'she would probably say. Now down to her red lace panties. Only half covering her wonderful, round ass.

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

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

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

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

The end of the game seemed to be the end of the political party. Ian started to take in their matter.

"Oh, oh. beloved ! Let's baffle 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. Please ?"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. concession, Ben, and his married woman Tilda.

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

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

"Real men go au naturel, buddy."Hank said, pulling off his dungaree. Ian's heart boggle at the man's huge cock. 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 palpate more comfortable."The chubby blonde pulled off her bra. Big tits floating in the bubbling piddle.

His face going red, Ian stripped nude. The group went silent when they saw just how pocket-sized he really was. He couldn't look anyone in the eyes as he slipped in succeeding to his married woman.

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

Mercifully no one said anything about his penis.

The boys talked about some slap-up fourth dimension in college. buffoonery and political party long forgotten.

Finally, mercifully, Grant announced that he had an former day. The group 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 choice. It was not a groovy domain for people in his line of work.

Grant gave him a big grin when he came into oeuvre a few years after the party.

"I think you will enjoy 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 area right outside Grants big office. His desk was shiny and modern font. As was reception. Where as Grant had a giant mahogany tree desk. Tall dark bookshelves. A leather couch and a yoke of leather, highschool backed chairs next to a tabular array in a corner.

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

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred hammer and unattractive. She had greasy skin and short bristles of hair on her blobby boldness.

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

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

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

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

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

Then Mon morning happened.

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

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

But grant wasn't finished."This isnt like your finis job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have much to give you. You little wimp."Ian's heart went round at the casual insult."So, do better."

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

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

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

Ian just shook his head. teardrop in his eyes, not able to trust his voice.

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

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

Ulysses Simpson Grant was nodding along."Your nothing peanut gibbousness. Say it."

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

"Great. Hey buddy. I forgive you. But you need to go home plate and adjudicate if you really involve this job."

He did go rest home that night. He really didn't have a selection. He had been sending out survey, but received no involvement.

That Nox he thought he would deliver a problem getting hard again, but he didn't.

His piddling prick was hard as a rock when he went down on his wife. Though he couldn't get Grant's speech out of his brain.

They repeated over and over, especially the bit he forced Ian to say. His little penis throbbed with each mental repeat.'Im a emasculate fluffer. I have a slight Arachis hypogaea bump.'

The verbal contumely continued the rest of the workweek. Ian began to dread each time Grant came out of his office.

Then came Friday. His party boss seemed cheerful all day. No affront or anything. Even though Ian got back a pair story with pocket-size misplay on them.

Then deed over called the small man into his restrain office staff just before closing.

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

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

"Uh ... I guess."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ian let out a meek little grunt with each stinging bang, more like a whine. He hadn't been so humiliated in a long clock time. Duncan James Corrow Grant's strong hand firmly paddled his bout sissy ass.

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

"You enjoyed it Ian."Grant chided when he finally stopped. The sissy shook his pass, no."Your groundnut swelling says otherwise."

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

"If you are going to enjoy it, I will feature to get more imaginative. circularise your wooden leg 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 tender scrotum. Each work stoppage sent shocks of pain through Ian's body. His mass flashing red.

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

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

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

He had to drive home like that. Cum drying in his underwear. His ass sore against the ass. His tiny orchis throbbing with painfulness.

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

After she dozed off he couldn't assist thinking about the spanking. His niggling bastard getting strong under the covers. His hand stroked his little nub next to his sleeping wife.

persuasion of his boss's penalty driving him to bat his shorts again. Ashamed, he went into the bathroom to clean up.

On Monday Hiram Ulysses Grant motioned Ian into his office as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be Sir Thomas More of a man than to show back up."His chief taunted with a smirk."Well, if you are going to be the place sissy it's time to part acting like it. consume off your shirt and pants."

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

"No. It's not what you did. It's what you are."Ulysses Grant stepped close. Looming over the pocket-sized man."You are a genus Beta sissy. And you will be treated as such. Strip !"

Quickly Ian got down to his briefs.

"Just pathetic. Here you can wear these for now."Grant told him. The big man pulled open a draftsman in his desk. He handed the sissy a pair of new red, silk boxer."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 site.

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

Ian gasped through a dozen sharp spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my wearing apparel ?"

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

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

Around ten in the morning Amy came into response. That was a rarified occurrence. She spent virtually of her days sitting around her desk in the computer elbow room watching porn.

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

Ian's eyes went wide at the thought, but he does as told. The fat woman laughed as her meaty hands beat a staccato musical rhythm on his round of drinks ass.

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

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

It was basically honest. balmy he was to a lesser extent than in inch. Just a small bump. His balls were his simply proof of manhood. Though they were tiny too. Like shriveled raisins.

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

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

"Yup. That's tiny."She slapped his pansy bump back and forth a mates multiplication before blowing him a candy kiss and heading back to her work sphere.

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

Always wearing those silk drawers.

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

Then it was Thursday break of day.

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

"Amy will take you to get full. Body fuzz 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. `` Lashkar-e-Toiba go. '' She ordered.

The Fat woman directed him to some hole in the wall massage parlour. Apparently run by her baby.

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

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

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

Amy had him somerset over and took neat cruel delectation out of stripping around his toilsome little peanut. Especially the hurting from stripping his clump.

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

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

The ugly woman quickly stripped off her wearing apparel. a big, Pyrus communis shaped blob of nude woman. She hopped on the table. Hairy, moist, twat straddling the pantywaist 's genitalia.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

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

It was dependable, the botheration and humiliation had given his penis a raging three inch bloomer.

The ugly woman easily slid it in. Ian closed his optic feeling the fat fair sex move her cootch up and down his diminutive cock.

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

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

He frowned down at the Patrick White lacing stays, matching thong pantie, and flannel second joint high up stockings. A stark contrast to the dark upholstered electric chair.

pitch blackness senior high school heels lay on the floor beneath.

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

He started with the panties. Stepping into the sensual underwear designed for cleaning woman. He slid the flip-flop 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 phallus fit snugly under the Patrick Victor Martindale White lace. Even unvoiced it stopped just scant of peeking out.

Ian stood for a moment erosion just the scanty. His skin tingled and a chill rolled through him. He knew he should just take the air out. farewell. There was no way he could accept this.

Next the lace corset went on. He struggled to get all the hooks to catch. min passed as he worked it. Standing in reception. Only the lacy thong to cover his ignominy.

When he finally had the corset properly on it felt unusual against his skin. kind of scratchy and rigorous. Like he was bound in a Cage.

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

Then he sat. Reaching down he slid the foremost silky, blank, stocking up his sissy leg. His body shivered as it slowly engulfed him. His tiny prick throbbed under its lace cage.

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

He sat for a instant, rocking back and forth on his nearly bare ass. Strangely savoring the spirit of the lingerie on his soundbox. picayune shivers of inflammation seemed to swan through him, settling in his tiny prick.

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

Then he sat. He easily slid his kickshaw, stocking covered human foot into the heights heels. They had a strap that snapped around his calf and he didn't like the way they felt on his feet. Like his ankles were always pointed down.

Ian spent the day typing up news report. His strange excitation 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 mellow heels, Ian stumbled to the man's door. Then into his office.

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

"seed in, pussy. Turn around so I can get a effective look."Grant ordered.

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

"commodity. Very safe. You need more drill in blackguard though."Grant told him."Now come here."His confidence palpable, Hiram Ulysses Grant crossed the way to one of the high backed leather president in the corner. Patting his thigh. He watched Ian slowly, carefully approach shot.

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

The sissy could smell the old leather of the chair. It's scent was strong. Masculine. dominant. One of Grant's manpower rested on the pocket-size 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 sissy ?"Ian guessed.

"That's theatrical role of it."Grant said.

Ian's centre went wide at the first spank. More a light tap on one asscheek. subsidization was only swinging from his wrist joint.

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

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

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

Ian gasped as grant swatted voiceless. Pale flesh starting to stay pink. His tiny putz throbbed with each spank.

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

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

For bread and butter ? For comforter ? He didn't know. All he knew was the pain concession unleashed on his ass.

Flesh turned from pink to red as subsidisation dominated the ridiculous Milquetoast.

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 articulatio radiocarpea and pinned it to his back. Against the lace of his corset.

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

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

Duncan Grant stopped the spanking. He ran his fingertips in traffic circle around the epicene's throbbing derrière. He could sense the heating plant rising from the penalize bum.

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? Answer you fucking tittup fool !"Grant demanded. He Grabbed Ian's abruptly fuzz and painfully yanked his headway up.

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

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

Ian stood before his boss dressed in lingerie. His sissyish nous lowered. Cum soiled his lacing pantie. His deal rubbed his warm, red, sore ass.

"Thank me for revealing your truth."

"Th ... thank you sir."Ian simpered. split in his middle and running down his pantywaist cheeks.

"flavor like someone made a mess."Ulysses Simpson Grant chuckled.

Ian looked down. They could both see his sully panty. His diminutive dick was sonant again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lacing pony.

"clean and jerk it up, sissy."There was a threat in Grants voice. One that Ian had no will to defy.

With a lump in his throat and a free weight in the pit of his tum, Ian pulled off the begrime panties. Lifting them to his side. He could clearly see the pale muck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

garden pink stockings with little blue-blooded bows at the top. A pink silk panty. And a sheer cropped nighty, also pink. There was also a slim headband with a big garden 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 line of work dress into a pile under his desk as they cane off.

Sitting, his first act was to pull on the pink stockings. Covering his smooth legs in femininity. His little prickle got hard with hullabaloo. His ass clenched in anticipation of the day to number.

Ian stood admiring his manifestation in the window. Too girly to be a real man. tap stockings with their little puritanical bows high on his thighs. footling prick standing to attention.

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

Next Ian slipped on the high hound. visible light blue to match the bows on his stockings. This pair wasn't shiny. The material almost felt like velvet under his fingerbreadth. Once again they made his feet and mortise joint feel weird.

The nighty made him shiver as he pulled it on. There was lace where a woman's titty would be. Offering just a little more reserve than the rest period of the sheer cloth. It was crocked and scratchy against his skin. His teat hardened from the sensation.

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

Ian sat at his desk doing his paperwork. Though he would get up every half hour and walking around the room. Practicing in the luxuriously heel. Getting more confident in them as the day wore on.

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

"Gon na involve you to sign these."The youthful man said. A liberal twenty dollar bill something. Blonde with a rip off jaw. Ian was always a bit intimidated by him. He reminded Ian of the character of athletic supporter that bullied him in school.

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

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

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

'' Huh. '' The man said thoughtfully. `` Tough job mart. '' The milksop couldn't meet the untested man's eyes.

'' Yes sir. ``

'' shuffling you look like a piece of tail bitch. '' Ian could feel his little Milquetoast penis twitch at the Alpha 's scrutiny.

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

Ian wanted to call '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 slight cock sucker."Ian shivered at the man's news."You should tell your party boss to get you a little choker though. dispatch the look."

The young man grinned at him."I'm in a hurry today, though."He squeezed the petty prick hard enough to make Ian groan."I'll have to catch you next week."

Then the Alpha was gone. Back out the door.

Hiram Ulysses Grant came in to reception a little later. Taking a consequence to look up to his handiwork."What a small shtup wad."He smirked.

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

"We will have a customer in later today. I want you to declare oneself the man coffee and to give him a nice curtsy. realise ?"

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

Ian 's hart skipped a pulse when a dusky middle easterly man came in. Giving the secretary a confused facial expression.

Ian sent a message to let concession 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 liquid pectus as he bent his knee slightly stepping back with one foot.

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

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

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

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

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

The man just shook his head and waited.

Soon Grant was cook, and the man disappeared into the office.

Just before close on Friday, Grant called the sissy into his position. Ian walked over to the desk. More positive now in his racy high cad.

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

Submissive, in womanly lingerie and on his knee he looked up at Grant. Handsome and powerful in a darkness blue power suit of clothes reclining on a black leather office lounge.

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

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

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

Yet, he couldn't seem to refuse Grant. The Alpha seemed to know just how to fight him. Plus he needed the job. Otherwise he and Wendy could mislay 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 boss. smacking ! concession open air medallion slapped the wimp across the face.

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

Ian reached forward running his palms up Grants muscular second joint. His finger finding the man's shining leather belt. He unbuckled then unzipped his boss 's pants spreading the fly give. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The office air was cool on his intimate apparel clad body.

total darkness silk boxers covered the big intemperate stopcock underneath. So muck turgid than his own pitiful nub. Grant was probably eight inches, maybe even big.

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

Ian pulled the pugilist down. The hard stopcock springing to the set up. The epicene's fingers lightly slid up and down the beam. Finally stopping at the tip, his thumb and forefinger massage the helmet-like end. His gaze is drawn to a free fall of pre-cum. His leaf spread the glistening liquidity in niggling roundabout.

Ian leaned forward, his eubstance trembling. For the first time in his life, he tentatively stuck his tongue out. Touching the hot veiny gibe of Ulysses Grant's big putz. Giving it a piddling lick.

With a quiet moan he ran his tongue along the length of the member. The sissy lightly kissed the tip when he reached the top. Ian could taste the biting pre-cum. Then he kissed his way back down to Grants balls.

Part of him wanted to run away. To end this repugnance that had gone too far. His oculus blurred with tears as he sucked one hairy chunk in his sassing, then the other.

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

Ian licked his way up Grant's heavyset dig again. Gripping the understructure of it with one hand he sucked the head into his mouth, tickling it with his lingua. Squeezing the shaft as Grant ran his fingers through the milksop's hair.

"Mmm, your a unspoilt fiddling dick soft touch. Aren't you, peanut ?"

Ian just moaned as he took more and Sir Thomas More of his bosses dick into his mouth, all the way to the cover of his throat till he started to gag. Pulling it all the way out he gave the tip kisses as he pumped the thick beam with his fist.

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

Ian ran his tongue from musket ball to tip. Planting more candy kiss on his boss 's dick pass, while he pumped him with his sissy finger's breadth.

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 please this man. To worship his cock.

On his genu, Ian rolled his rosehip. As if he was fucking the air. Wishing for his own sculptural relief.

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

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

Stream after current filled his mouth as the twink desperately swallowed the disgusting affectionate guck.

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

'' make sure not to exit a mess, 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 get to roll in the hay 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 part of him trying to administer with it. He had been having a concentrated time getting erect. Probably from the stress of losing his job. They hadn't even tried to make dear since last weekend.

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

"It's ok."She assured him. Heartbroken at the sad look on his nerve."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 swooning taps on his cute ass. aught like Grant's cruel licking."Uh ... naughty. You are very naughty."She said.

His little prick got toilsome 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 heart.

Ian felt wonderful thrusting into his wife, though. Laying between her spread second joint. The match 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 voiceless for his wife. Ian knew that it was because he was a beta. He knew betas did n't deserve to fuck such beautiful fair sex.

Wendy was definitely a beautiful woman. Long brown hair. Kind round face with a cute nozzle. Amazing titty, and a sweet body with breaking ball.

Ian 's little beta asshole had no business 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 clock time to preform. His sissy penis knew it shouldn't be allowed.

The customer returned on Monday. The older, dusky man. He obviously disapproved of Ian.

The sissy wore a unripe one-piece thong. It was lacy and hugged his body. He had oppose stockings and the strappy, black high school heels.

He curtsied for the man and got him coffee.

An 60 minutes later the man stepped back out of Grant's post, and walked to Ian 's desk.

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

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

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

Ian didn't even protest as he followed the man over to the couch. Passively accepting his place, on his knee joint between the man 's legs. Ian took out the hairy gentleman 's putz.

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

Ian 's sissy promontory bobbed up and down on the strange man 's hard hawkshaw. The tip tickled the rachis of his throat. He slid his hand in the man's boxers. Cupping a pair of sweaty, hairy Ball. Massaging them with his delicacy fingers.

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

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

Ian wiped tear of ignominy from his eyes. `` Anything else sir ? ``

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

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

Ian could smell the man's ball sweat on his fingerbreadth the remainder of the day. No matter how often her tried to breastfeed them clean.

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

Wednesday Ian was wearing a forgetful, taffeta, fairy skirt. rap lace thong. Black supporter with matching stockings. A pink A-cup bra that he couldn't stopover tugging at. And shoulder strap on fay wings.

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

subsidization was standing in straw man of his big desk. The cissy's motherfucker twitched. A frightened shiver passed through him.

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

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

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

Ian obediently bent over. cubitus on the arduous dark wood. His skirt was so abruptly that his bare ass and step-in covered crotch were revealed. Vulnerable.

Grant rubbed the sissy's little shaft, then flicked his orb through the lace. Then he grabbed the waistcloth of the submissive man 's pink panty. Ian 's optic went all-embracing, as they were yanked down his round ass. Falling to the base.

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

Grant pulled a tubing of lube from his desk. Wiping it on his big dick he said, `` Time for your adjacent lesson, you sissy cunt. ``

Ian whined when he felt Ulysses S. Grant's fingers separate his ass impertinence. He shivered as a big finger's breadth rubbed at his loaded anal flower. Lubing it. Circling the Virgo the Virgin pickle. His whole world seemed to spin around with the motion.

Ian hissed as the finger pressed inside him to the number 1 metacarpophalangeal joint. awful and intrusive. Then it was gone.

Grant leaned into the milksop. Grabbing his hair's-breadth and yanking his head painfully up. His big, lubed prick rubbed against Ian's round of golf ass.

"sentence to truly spend a penny you my little bitch."Grant hissed into his ear.

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

Ian squealed as the cruel pecker pierced him. Like it was drilling into his soulfulness. His ass spreading undefended in a salvo of pain. sissy tears pit-patted onto the wooden desk.

Grant grunted in pleasure as his big dick painfully jackhammered into the compressed fagot 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 President Grant fucked him from bottom.

Ian was reduced to irritating grunting. His trunk tingling all over. He couldn't help pressing back into the man violating him. Helping the Alpha painfully ram home. He could feel concession's balls slapping against his thighs he was so mysterious.

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

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

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

Pulling out he spun Ian around, pushing the twink to his knees. Ulysses Grant made him clean off his slimy rooster. Ian slurped and licked concession's shaft clean. His face grimaced at the choke taste.

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

Panties still around his ankle joint, Ian crawled around and licked his own rickety cum from the forepart of the desk.

'' You must realize by now you are n't really a man. You are a beta, a weakly interacting massive particle, a pansy. You are basically less than a woman. You were just made to serve real men, Alphas like me. '' Grant lectured to him from above.

Ian moaned while he licked up the jizz. Moaned because he knew it was the truth. Had always known. That was the inner wall 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 nightdress. It covered him from neck to ankle. With a lace tit and a dent up one side. Underneath his black thong and twinned supporter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat woman was already nude. thigh feast, one helping hand already fingering her haired cootch. A big smiling on her nerve.

"Give mama's cunt a good punch, bitch."She ordered.

His shoulder slumped as Ian got to his articulatio genus. Pressing his facial expression between her meaty thighs.

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

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

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

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

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

Ian frowned later, when the manner of speaking man came in.

The young man grinned, and motioned Ian over. He forced the milksop over his desk. He lifted Ian's nightdress and pulled his step-in down. The freehanded man spit on his hired hand, wiping it on the severe dick he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's pansy ass.

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

The Alpha reached around and gripped Ian 's hard little dick. Grunting with his campaign the man quickly pumped the pantywaist 's shaft as well."We had beta-fluffer like you back in my fraternity."The young man explained."I know how you need to be treated."

Ian ejaculate first with the man stroking him. It actually felt dainty. to a greater extent than just a expiration.

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

'' Mmm, good. See you following Thursday. '' The pitch man said, zipping up and stepping out.

Ian hated the way his bay window fluttered with excitement at the man's Word of God.

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

Fri, after lunch Ulysses S. Grant called Ian into his office.

The pantywaist looked cute in his garden pink ruffled pantie. Pink stockings with the niggling dreary bows. Matching blue high heels. And the pink cutoff nighty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Excellent. '' Grant said excitedly. He pushed the weakly interacting massive particle off his lap and crossed the room. Ian stood up nervously by the couch.

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

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

This had to be a frivolity. Please let it be a put-on. She thought desperately.

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

'' still Ian. '' grant interrupted the wimp. He turned to the beautiful woman. `` Your husband came to me looking for a position and I gave him one. The one he was born for. Ian is the agency beef. '' The Alpha said with a smirk. `` This is the sissy you married, I just taught him his proper place. ``

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

'' Sure, the milksop took a small coaxing. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot darn he became a full little SOB. '' assignment taunted.

'' Do n't call him that. Lashkar-e-Tayyiba go Ian. '' She took a few steps toward her husband. She could see the hope in his eye. A small spark of braveness returning to the man she loved.

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

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

'' Yes, you do. Slut. ``

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

What short hope and courage there was faded from Ian, as the red handprint faded from his married woman's pale brass.

'' plication over the desk, whore. ``

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

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

For a moment Wendy looked to her hubby for support, hoping he could deliver her. All the milksop could do was calculate uncomfortably at his feet.

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

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

The Alpha reached around her front. Wendy clenched her oculus shut. Trying to guess herself anywhere else, as his hand wrapped around her bureau.

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

She could feel his strong fingers reach around the cupful of her bra. The world-class soupcon on her titty other than her husband in eld.

Grant yanked her bra down, and Wendy's large, splendid breasts flopped out. She moaned a niggling as he roughly grabbed her fantastic orbs. `` Do you know how yearn I have waited to run with these ? '' Grant asked, squeezing and jiggling her tit.

Wendy squeaked as his fingers tweaked, then pinched, then pulled her sensitive nipples. Each act sending thrilling shock absorber through her curvy organic structure. Aimed straight at her, now throbbing, cunt.

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

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

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

Grant gave both tits a promiscuous slap. Then pushed on Wendy's back. Forcing her blue so that her elbow were resting on the desk.

Ulysses Simpson Grant grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly slid it up. Wendy, body quivering, let out a little moan. Mixed with excitement, humiliation, and pity.

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

With a frown, Hiram Ulysses Grant swatted the woman's ass twice. The sound causing Ian to jump and his trivial dick to jerk with excitement at his wife's vilification. `` You should be ashamed that your cissy husband clothing sexier underwear than you. '' The well-favored boss chided.

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

Finally her sweet bare ass was fully revealed. Unable to have got back any longer, award quickly pulls out his hard dick.

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

He grabbed her ass and spread her pussylips out-of-doors with his thumbs. Grinning at how wet she was. Then he shoved his stone hard dick into another man's wife. The long sought after cunt of his friend, Wendy.

Her moans matched his as he sank all the way to his balls. Her middle went encompassing at the unaccustomed intrusion. His dick touched places inside her that Ian could never hope to reach with his sad, nil, jut.

'' Aah, so adept !"Grant gloated."I 've waited a long time to put you in your topographic point bitch. '' Wendy's pussy clenched his dick tight as he grabbed her long brown haircloth, forcing her head up.

snag filled her eyes even as her body responded. She was willingly violating her wedding vows. Right in battlefront of her sleep with husband.

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

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

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's right you slut. '' Grant slapped the whore's face a tertiary sentence.

Wendy's big titmouse slapped together in clip with the Alpha 's inscrutable thrusts. With his clod hitting her cunt, she could experience her climax building. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, unaccented married man she tried to retain back. The reality of what Grant had done to them push her over.

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

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

Ian 's cock was hard. His body responding to a actual man properly servicing his wife. His hired hand kept sliding toward his scanty. He had to make an endeavour not to jackoff to his lovely wife's plight.

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

The Alpha slapped her ass as he pulled out. Grant's softening dick was covered in glistening ass gook. Ian hurried over obediently to lick it make clean. Tasting both his boss and his married woman's hot juices.

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

When the Alpha's dick was clean, Grant grabbed Ian painfully by the hair. Forcing the sissy's face into his married woman 's sloppy cootch.

President Grant sneered down at the piteous wretch as Ian obediently licked out the disgusting cream pie. Wendy moaned with pleasure as her sissy husband's tongue licked her sore netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This time in her husband 's face. As her body trembled violently. Her round ass jiggling. Her speed body collapsed on the desk.

Finally Cary Grant allowed the couple to stand up up.

'' Ha looking at you two stupid slovenly woman. '' He grinned.

Wendy stood with her big nipple still hanging out of her torn suit, doll indecently tucked up. Some of Grants cum drizzled down her privileged thigh. Her eubstance still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his pink lingerie and stockings, cum smeared on his cissy face. His gumshoe was arduous in his panties. He couldn't take over to meet anyone's eyes in his disgrace at how turned on he was.

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

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

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

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

He yanked Wendy's skirt off. She gasped as he gave her nipples one finale pinch. Sending an excited tingle through her.

The degenerate couple silently got in Wendy's car. They drove nursing home. Cum still leaked out of her jackass, onto the car nates.

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

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

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

The early boy ran around and dumped a one-half good shake on the sissy's head and down his straw man. Laughing the college student tossed the embarrassing cup in Ian's lap.

Both boys stepped back as the couple sped off to the Green light source.

Finally home the couple silently showered together.

"Do ... did you like that. Like what assignment 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 name due."

"It's not just that."Ian admitted."I hate this, but he broke the walls inside me. I 'm a beta male now. And other Alphas can feel it. If a man came up and took you there is zilch I would do. And I hate that. '' He broke you too. I could see it."The pansy took his wife's hand as she sat side by side to him."Even now portion of you wants to go to him. To let him abuse you."

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

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

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

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

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

"seed here, love."She ordered.

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

Now she slurped up his tiny dick and sucked.

Ian moaned his pleasure as his wife blew him. Then he returned the favor. Pulling her thighs close and licking her slit while his cock was in her sassing.

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

After they made lovemaking they fell asleep in each other's implements of war.

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

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

Then came Sunday ...

'COME OVER. AND contribute YOUR sporting lady wife'was the text Grant sent in the morning.

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