Authors note- this tarradiddle includes non-consensual, rough out, and coerced sex. As well as consecutive and bi-sexual sex.

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Wendy moaned as her hubby slowly licked around her kitty-cat. She grabbed the sheets in her rapture. An orgasm rising excruciatingly slowly in her.

Ian was great at cunnilingus. He practiced often on his married woman. Delighting in the way his lingua could establish her delight.

In high school his second girl had made fun of his minor penis. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the for the first time and exclusively time. After that he always tried to bug out his love life by going down on his partners. Not that there were many.

He was lucky to cause Wendy. Ian was a quiet, unimposing man. Where Wendy was beautiful and outgoing.

They met shortly after college. She saw something in him, a gradualness and be intimate none of her other swain had. They were soon married.

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

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

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

He kissed his way up her body. Past her downy pubic hair. Across her flaccid bay window to her large white meat. Ian was a chest man and he loved Wendy's massive E-cup tits. At twenty five they were still wide and chirpy. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally have a small climax just from playing with her tits.

Wendy put a deal on the book binding of her husband's neck as he gently squeezed and kissed her pap. She rubbed her silky thigh against his side. Her wet kitty was ready for its next round of golf of bliss.

Ian grabbed his rooster. Fully erect at three column inch. He rubbed the tip against his married woman's pussy, especially her clit. Wendy spread her leg for him. A loving invitation for his sexual intimacy. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His belittled penis didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the nerve endings at the opening to her beloved canal.

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

"Love you."Wendy said as she stood up and crossed to the bathroom. He watched her go. A beautiful woman. She had a curvy, athletic physical structure. She couldn't get six coterie abs, just a lilliputian 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 friendly aspect with a precious clit olfactory organ, and long lustrous Brown hair. It was wavelike and fell well past her shoulder joint. Her satisfied reflection smiled back at her.

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

He wasn't acrobatic, but he had a precious 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 buckle down device driver. Ian didn't like his boss. the man only cared about quotas. Not people. Still the young man tried to work hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to prevent their prissy house.

It was two stories and in a decent neighborhood. A not bad place to raise a family. Which they would as soon as they were a bit more secure.

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

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

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

Ian walked to the front of the room. His point lowered in disgrace and fearfulness. He couldn't avail it. He felt like he was being called to the lead office for a paddling.

"Do ... do you require me to keep out the threshold, sir ?"He asked when he stepped into his honcho'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 special K account."

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

"Someone made a mistake. A big goddamn mistake."The big man straightened Ian's lapels on his clitoris up shirt. In full view of anyone who wanted to watch."Do you have a go at it who made that err ? You limp dick, Milk River sop ?"

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You trivial poof. How the fuck you can go home and be intimate your wife as such a pitiful failure is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

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

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

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

Ian couldn't stop the perturbing paradigm of the big chief telling him all this while fucking Wendy from tail end. hang over the drunkenness tabular array at the holiday party. Her nice red, velvet dress pulled up to her waist as the sweaty man pounded her pallid ass from prat. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the level next to them. His difficult trivial penis getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.

in his vision, Mr. hot dog would get to up, yanking down the top of Wendy's dress. Her big tits whirl around out as an coming overtakes her. Her side a mask of ecstasy as ...

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

Ian turned to impart. His nerve red with humiliation. His oculus glassy, near tears.

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

Ian tossed the security badge on his ... the society's desk as he stumbled yesteryear in a daze.

That night Wendy comforted him on the couch. Holding Ian close as he sobbed.

"What are we going to do ?"He moaned.

"We will get through this. As long as we are together."She assured him.

"But ... the house."

"It will be fine."She gave him a brave grin."tactile property better ?"

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

"How about I comfort you in a way only a cleaning lady can ?"She gave him a sly smiling and pulled off her shirt. White cotton bra covering most of her big knocker.

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

Ian frowned when his footling dick stayed lenient. How could he fuck his wife ? Not even Wendy caressing and tugging at the sad fiddling affair could get it to awaken up.

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

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

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

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

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

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

She pulled up some pictures of lover men in speedos. Then hiked up her annulus. Her hand slipping into her white cotton plant panty.

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

She didn't go long as her fingerbreadth played. She bit the spine of her fist when she came. In an attempt to keep placidity.

Ian didn't like parties. Especially with his married woman's ally. She would bounce from person to somebody chatting and felicitous. He would sit in a corner. Forgotten by everyone.

Even the love of his life.

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

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

She had on a thin tank car top. It did petty to hide her red lacing bra, and was cut off to evince her pot. It was matched by flyspeck workout shorts.

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

It didn't assist that her supporter were the ‘ boy'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 come together to her.

They were big men. Real men. Hunters and constructor. Men into variation. 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."

subsidization Boothe was ruggedly well-favoured, charismatic, and successful. Everything Ian wished he could be. The man owned his own International business at twenty six.

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

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

"What about the house ?"

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

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

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

Tonight there were six of the son at the party. Plus three of their wives. Chunky fair sex, but not untempting. Chosen as partners more for their big tits than any early reason.

Ian watched morosely as the Nox drew on and the male child got more drunk.

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

"We're going to be odd teams then."Ben insisted. His smiling wife leaning on his arm. Already a couple plane to the wind.

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

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

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

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

Ian followed to the patio. Suddenly flighty. He didn't want to be there. He wanted to beg his married woman to get out, but that would be too awkward.

Two twain stood at either end of a ping pong tabular array with cups laid out. Certain loving cup were different people of color, Ian noticed.

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

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

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

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

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

Ian's fiddling hammer stirred as his married woman was ogled by their friend. attention that she didn't seem to listen.

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

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

"I doubt anyone wants to see person else's wife naked."concession said with a smirk. Much to Ian's relief."How about penalties. opposite cleaning woman gives a little spank."

Wendy hang over the board. Giggling in her inebriation. Tilda giving her lacing covered ass a XII swats as the brunette gasped.

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

The end of the plot seemed to be the end of the party. Ian started to roll up their things.

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

"I ... I just kinda 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. Hank was waiting. Some others were already in the tub. Grant, Ben, and his wife Tilda.

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

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

"Real men go nude, buddy."Hank said, pulling off his jeans. Ian's eyes boggle at the man's immense 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 feel more comfortable."The chubby blonde pulled off her bra. Big breast floating in the bubbling water.

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

Ian felt as if his lilliputian phallus was trying to obliterate back up inside his soundbox. Just a trivial nub proving he wasn't a man. In social movement of these obvious Alphas.

Mercifully no one said anything about his penis.

The male child talked about some great time in college. antic and parties long forgotten.

Finally, mercifully, Cary Grant announced that he had an early day. The group broke up. Ian struggled to get his drunk married woman dressed then dwelling and to bed.

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

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

"I think you will savor 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 place. His desk was shiny and modern. As was receipt. Where as Cary Grant had a giant reddish brown desk. Tall dark bookshelves. A leather lounge and a duet of leather, high school backed chairs next to a table in a corner.

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

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred pounds and unattractive. She had sebaceous skin and short bristles of whisker on her blobby face.

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

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

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

"Let's outset you out simple, hey chum ?"assignment told him.

The rest of the hebdomad passed quite nicely. Ian was even capable to get erect for a bust of lovemaking over the weekend.

Then Mon dawning happened.

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

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

But grant wasn't finished."This isnt like your hold out job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have a great deal to throw you. You slight wimp."Ian's eyes went one shot at the chance insult."So, do better."

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

Then again, just before the finis of byplay. Another paper on his desk.

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

Ian just shook his head. rent in his centre, not capable to trust his voice.

"Repeat after me : I'm a sissy, fluffer and my married woman deserves in force cock than my goober pea bump."

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

Ulysses Simpson Grant was nodding along."Your nix peanut bump. Say it."

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

"Great. Hey buddy. I forgive you. But you need to go home base and determine if you really demand this job."

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

That dark he thought he would cause a problem getting hard again, but he didn't.

His niggling shaft was hard as a rock music when he went down on his wife. Though he couldn't get Grant's Logos out of his header.

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

The verbal insult continued the rest of the workweek. Ian began to fear each sentence Grant came out of his office.

Then came Friday. His honcho seemed upbeat all day. No vilification or anything. Even though Ian got back a couple reports with pocket-sized fault on them.

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

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

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

"Uh ... I guess."

"If you were a misconduct little young lady I'd spank you, Ian. Perhaps we should take up there."

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

"If you want to sustain your job, sink your gasp and bend over my desk."assignment said coldly.

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

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

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

Ian let out a meek little grunt with each stinging smasher, more like a whine. He hadn't been so humiliated in a long time. grant's unassailable bridge player firmly paddled his round epicene ass.

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

"You enjoyed it Ian."Ulysses Simpson Grant chided when he finally stopped. The sissyish shook his head, no."Your peanut bump says otherwise."

The bountiful man slid a mitt between Ian's thighs. The weeping man clenched them, but was ineffectual to stop Grant's finger's breadth from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's little hard-on.

"If you are going to delight it, I will have to get more imaginative. diffuse 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 effeminate's sore scrotum. Each work stoppage sent shocks of pain through Ian's body. His stack flash red.

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

"There you go."Ulysses Grant announced pleased. Stopping the punishment.

Ian pulled his morass back on. Worried that he would get in trouble if he asked permission to clean himself up. Then he left. His gaze downcast. Not able-bodied to search Grant in the heart.

He had to beat back home like that. Cum drying in his underwear. His ass sore against the seat. His tiny balls throbbing with pain in the ass.

That Night he couldn't get difficult for Wendy again. She asked him what was amiss. He just told her it was the job hunting.

After she dozed off he couldn't assist thinking about the spanking. His fiddling whoreson getting intemperate under the covers. His hired man stroked his small nub next to his sleeping wife.

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

On Monday Ulysses Simpson Grant motioned Ian into his situation as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be more of a man than to express back up."His boss taunted with a smirk."fountainhead, if you are going to be the function sissy it's prison term to start up acting like it. adopt off your shirt and pants."

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

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

Quickly Ian got down to his legal brief.

"Just pathetic. Here you can have on these for now."Grant told him. The big man pulled open a drawer in his desk. He handed the sissy a pair of new red, silk packer."Put them on. Then bend over."

Ian stripped out of his tidy-whities. Blushing as he revealed his petite penis again. The lilliputian matter throbbing to an erection despite the dreaded situation.

Ian pulled on the silk boxershorts. Then he bent over Duncan James Corrow Grant's desk.

Ian gasped through a dozen acuate spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my clothes ?"

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

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

Around ten in the daybreak Amy came into response. That was a rare occurrence. She spent most of her days sitting around her desk in the computer room watching erotica.

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

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

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

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

It was basically dependable. lenient he was less than in inch. Just a little bump. His formal were his only trial impression of manhood. Though they were tiny too. Like wizen 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 sissified extrusion back and forth a duo meter before blowing him a kiss and heading back to her work area.

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

Always wearing those silk boxers.

At dark he still couldn't get punishing for his married woman.

Then it was Thursday morning.

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

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

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

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

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

In a pocket-size common soldier 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 whisker remotion. Backside first, then the figurehead. Everything below supercilium level.

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

Amy had him somersaulting over and took great brutal delectation out of stripping around his strong little peanut. Especially the pain from stripping his bollock.

After an hour, Ian 's body was bare. Grinning at the quiet pansy, Amy asked, `` You ever cheat on your wife ? ``

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

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

'' Please I ca n't. ``

'' We both know that 's not rightful. Your sissy dick is just asking for mama 's unfermented cunt. ``

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

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

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

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

He frowned down at the white lace corset, matching thong panties, and White person thigh high school stockings. A staring demarcation to the dark upholstered chairman.

Black high up heels lay on the storey beneath.

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

He started with the pantie. Stepping into the sultry underclothes designed for women. He slid the G-string up his newly smooth branch. The diminutive back settled between his womanly ass impertinence. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a penalization for being a sex target. In the front, his member fit snugly under the gabardine lace. Even strong it stopped just shortsighted of peeking out.

Ian stood for a second wearing just the panty. His skin tingled and a shudder rolled through him. He knew he should just walk out. Leave. There was no way he could accept this.

Next the lacing girdle went on. He struggled to get all the hooks to catch. second passed as he worked it. Standing in receipt. Only the lacy lash to cover his shame.

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

The loving cup 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 commencement silky, flannel, stocking up his sissy leg. His soundbox shivered as it slowly engulfed him. His diminutive dickhead throbbed under its lace John Milton Cage Jr..

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

He sat for a moment, rocking back and Forth on his nearly air ass. Strangely savoring the feel of the lingerie on his body. piffling thrill of exhilaration seemed to roll up through him, settling in his tiny cocksucker.

Carefully he attached the brace dangling from his corset to the upper side of his stockings. He could see his reflection in the window. For a moment confusing himself with a foreign woman.

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

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

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

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

"Come in, cunt. Turn around so I can get a skilful look."Grant ordered.

Ian stumbled to the center of the room. He took a minute to stabilize himself. Then he raised his hairless weaponry and slowly spun around for his smirking foreman.

"Good. Very goodness. You need more recitation in hound though."grant told him."Now come here."His confidence palpable, Grant crossed the room to one of the high backed leather chairperson in the corner. Patting his thigh. He watched Ian slowly, carefully approaching.

The braggy man made the emasculate lay across his lap. Ian's face pointed down, his cycle ass in the air. Nearly bare and vulnerable.

The sissy could smell the old leather of the chair. It's fragrance was strong. Masculine. Dominant. One of Grant's workforce rested on the little of his back. Almost comforting. As if Ian belonged to the Alpha male.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Again 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 hard slap. The sissy squealed from the pain. He gripped the leg of the old leather chair.

For support ? For puff ? He didn't know. All he knew was the botheration Duncan James Corrow Grant unleashed on his ass.

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

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

Cary Grant just grabbed the man's wrist joint and pinned it to his binding. Against the lace of his girdle.

He spanked the weeping sissy's ass to a wickedness red. Grinning at Ian's ineffectively kicking wooden leg. Clad in their white stockings. like a damoiselle in distress.

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

Grant stopped the spanking. He ran his fingertips in circles around the sissy's throbbing derrière. He could feel the heat rising from the penalize bum.

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

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

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

Ian stood before his boss dressed in intimate apparel. His cissy headland lowered. Cum soiled his lacing step-in. His hand rubbed his warm, red, sore ass.

"Thank me for revealing your truth."

"Th ... thank you sir."Ian simpered. weeping in his eyes and running down his cissy face.

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

Ian looked down. They could both see his stained step-in. His tiny mother fucker was easygoing again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lace crib.

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

With a lump in his throat and a weightiness in the pit of his stomach, Ian pulled off the soiled panty. Lifting them to his aspect. He could clearly see the sick gunk.

He grimaced as he brought them to his rim. Slurping up the disgusting, bitter heap. Tasting cum for the first metre. His cum.

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

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

Ian stumbled out of his foreman spot. Nearly twisting an articulatio talocruralis in his strappy high dog.

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

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

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

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

Sitting, his first act was to force on the pink stockings. Covering his liquid stage in femininity. His little prick got hard with excitement. His ass clenched in prevision of the day to come.

Ian stood admiring his rumination in the window. Too girly to be a real man. Pink stockings with their little blue bows high on his thighs. footling cock standing to care.

He grabbed the step-in and pulled them on future. Not a G-string this time. Though the vertebral column only covered about half of his unit of ammunition bum. The hips had cute small ruffles, and the silk felt coolheaded and placid against his hairless privates.

Next Ian slipped on the high heels. twinkle 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 metrical foot and mortise joint feel weird.

The nighty made him shiver as he pulled it on. There was lacing where a adult female's titty would be. Offering just a little more modesty than the relief of the sheer fabric. It was tight and scratchy against his peel. His nipples hardened from the sensation.

Finally he placed the bow on his read/write head. Sensing that, more than than any of the rest was announcing to the worldly concern that he was a Milquetoast.

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

Early in the afternoon the front door chimed as it opened. Ian's middle went all-inclusive as the legal transfer man rolled a stack of boxes in.

"Gon na need you to sign on these."The Whitney Young man said. A handsome twenty something. Blonde with a chiseled jaw. Ian was always a bit intimidated by him. He reminded Ian of the eccentric of jock that bullied him in school.

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

"Costume company ? fall back a bet ?"The young man asked.

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

'' Huh. '' The man said thoughtfully. `` rugged job grocery store. '' The sissy couldn't meet the youthful man's eye.

'' Yes sir. ``

'' Makes you look like a fucking bitch. '' Ian could finger his piddling milksop penis twitch at the Alpha 's scrutiny.

The speech boy reached down and grabbed Ian 's small dick through the silk scanty. `` Looks like you like being a beef though, do n't you ? ``

Ian wanted to holler '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 short cock sucker."Ian shivered at the man's Bible."You should severalise your boss to get you a trivial neckband though. complete the look."

The untested man grinned at him."I'm in a precipitation today, though."He squeezed the picayune prick hard enough to seduce Ian moan."I'll have to capture you next week."

Then the Alpha was gone. gage out the door.

Grant came in to reception a footling later. Taking a minute to admire his handwork."What a little fuck wad."He smirked.

He had Ian sales booth and bend dexter over his secretary's desk. Lightly swatting the epicene's posterior as he gave him command.

"We will sustain a client in later today. I want you to declare oneself the man coffee and to leave him a decent curtsy. Understand ?"

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

Ian 's Hart skipped a heartbeat when a dusky midriff easterly man came in. Giving the secretarial assistant a obscure look.

Ian sent a message to let subsidisation know his assignment had arrived. Then he got up and carefully walked over to the man. He grabbed the bottom of his nighty and pulled it away from his smooth chest as he bent his knees slightly stepping back with one foundation.

He had watched a lot of videos on curtsying after Grant had instructed him. Practicing money box 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. umber, 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 Ulysses Grant was ready, and the man disappeared into the office.

Just before close on Friday, Grant called the sissy into his post. Ian walked over to the desk. More confident now in his puritanical high heels.

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

Submissive, in womanly lingerie and on his knees he looked up at Grant. Handsome and sinewy in a dark blue power suit reclining on a black leather billet sofa.

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

Ian gulped heavily. The moment he had been dreading had arrived. How ? How can Grant require him to do this. He is n't gay, inferno, neither is Ulysses Grant. When he looks up he just gets an unexpressive look 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 sissy.

Yet, he couldn't seem to refuse Hiram Ulysses Grant. The Alpha seemed to sleep with just how to crowd him. Plus he needed the job. Otherwise he and Wendy could fall back everything.

Oh god, Wendy ! What would she mean.

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 Simpson Grant capable palm slapped the WIMP across the face.

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

Ian reached forward running his ribbon up subsidization powerful second joint. His finger's breadth finding the man's glazed leather belt. He unbuckled then unzipped his boss 's knickers spreading the fly open. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The office staff air was cool on his intimate apparel clad torso.

Black silk boxers covered the big hard cock underneath. So muck larger than his own pathetic nub. Duncan Grant was probably eight column inch, maybe even prominent.

In a fog Ian ran his fingerbreadth along the shaft, smooth through the silk. He could feel where Cary Grant's dick flared at the tip. He could see the outline in the shiny material.

Ian pulled the drawers down. The hard tool springing to the ready. The sissy's finger lightly slid up and down the ray of light. Finally stopping at the tip, his ovolo and forefinger massage the helmet-like end. His gaze is drawn to a cliff of pre-cum. His hitchhike spread the glistening liquid in petty circuit.

Ian leaned forward, his body trembling. For the world-class meter in his life, he tentatively stuck his natural language out. Touching the hot veiny shaft of President Grant's big dick. Giving it a picayune lick.

With a quiesce moan he ran his glossa along the distance of the penis. The pansy lightly kissed the tip when he reached the top. Ian could taste the bitter pre-cum. Then he kissed his way back down to concession balls.

office of him wanted to run away. To end this repugnance that had gone too far. His centre blurred with tears as he sucked one hairy ball in his backtalk, then the other.

The sissy's little whoreson 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 thick irradiation again. Gripping the nucleotide of it with one hand he sucked the head into his mouth, tickling it with his tongue. Squeezing the shaft as Grant ran his fingers through the sissy's hair's-breadth.

"Mmm, your a dear little dick sucker. Aren't you, peanut ?"

Ian just moaned as he took More and to a greater extent of his bosses dick into his mouth, all the way to the back of his throat till he started to gag. Pulling it all the way out he gave the tip kisses as he pumped the thick shaft with his fist.

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

Ian ran his lingua from formal to tip. Planting more kisses on his political boss 's hawkshaw head, while he pumped him with his milksop 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 delight this man. To hero-worship his turncock.

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

Sucking the cock back in his mouth, Ian sucked hard while vigorously pumping the barb. With his other manus he lightly squeezed the bounteous man 's lump.

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

Stream after stream filled his mouth as the twink desperately swallowed the disgusting ardent slime.

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

'' Make sure enough not to leave a good deal, 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 ? ``

President Grant simply waved him away.

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

The beautiful adult female knew something was troubling her married man and thought this might be section of him trying to carry on with it. He had been having a firmly time getting erect. Probably from the stress of losing his job. They hadn't even tried to make love since last weekend.

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

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

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

Wendy took him over her lap and gave him some weak taps on his cunning ass. Nothing like Grant's roughshod beatings."Uh ... naughty. You are very naughty."She said.

His little peter 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 darling's eyes.

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

His coming came quickly as he thought about how humiliating it was that he could n't just get hard for his wife. Ian knew that it was because he was a beta. He knew Beta did n't deserve to fuck such beautiful fair sex.

Wendy was definitely a beautiful woman. Long brown fuzz. Kind round face with a cute nozzle. stupefy titty, and a confection body with bend.

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

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

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

The sissy wore a Green one-piece thong. It was lacy and hugged his soundbox. He had couple stockings and the strappy, black luxuriously bounder.

He curtsied for the man and got him coffee bean.

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

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

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

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

Ian didn't even protest as he followed the man over to the couch. Passively accepting his place, on his human knee between the man 's legs. Ian took out the haired gentlemen 's cock.

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

Ian 's sissified head bobbed up and down on the strange man 's hard dick. The tip tickled the back of his throat. He slid his manus in the man's boxers. Cupping a twosome of sweaty, hairy Lucille Ball. Massaging them with his dainty digit.

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

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

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

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

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

Ian could smell the man's testis sweat on his fingers the rest of the day. No matter how often her tried to suck them plumb.

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

Wednesday Ian was wearing a short, taffeta, fairy skirt. Pink lacing flip-flop. blackamoor garter with twin stockings. A pink A-cup bra that he couldn't full point tugging at. And shoulder strap on fairy fender.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grant rubbed the sissyish's little shaft, then flicked his balls through the lacing. Then he grabbed the girdle of the slavish man 's pink panties. Ian 's eyes went extensive, as they were yanked down his round ass. Falling to the trading floor.

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

Duncan James Corrow Grant pulled a tube of lubricant from his desk. Wiping it on his big dick he said, `` time for your next lesson, you sissy snatch. ``

Ian whined when he felt Grant's fingers separate his ass cheeks. He shivered as a big finger rubbed at his tight anal flower. Lubing it. Circling the virgin trap. His unscathed world seemed to spin with the motility.

Ian hissed as the digit pressed inside him to the first off knuckle. Painful and intrusive. Then it was gone.

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

"time to truly make you my lilliputian bitch."Grant hissed into his ear.

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

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

Ulysses Grant grunted in pleasure as his big hawkshaw painfully jackhammered into the tight queen ass.

Through clenched tooth 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 concession fucked him from behind.

Ian was reduced to terrible grunting. His body tingling all over. He couldn't supporter pressing back into the man violating him. Helping the Alpha painfully ram household. He could feel Grant's testicle slapping against his thigh he was so deep.

With a smile President Grant triumphantly fucked the Milquetoast escritoire. Now seemingly a willing participant in his own anal violation.

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

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

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

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

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

'' You must empathise by now you are n't really a man. You are a beta, a crybaby, a sissy. You are basically less than a woman. You were just made to serve tangible 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 outset snow job. The wall betas build to try to guess they are men, when it 's obvious they are not.

Th Ian wore a sheer grey surgical gown. It covered him from neck to ankle. With a lace bosom and a twat up one side. Underneath his disastrous G-string and agree garter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat adult female was already naked. Thighs paste, one hand already fingering her hirsute cootch. A big grin on her face.

"Give mama's cunt a unspoiled lick, bitch."She ordered.

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

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

As he licked. The fat fair sex moaned loudly above him. Grabbing his hair painfully.

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

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

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

Ian frowned later, when the speech man came in.

The young man grinned, and motioned Ian over. He forced the sissy over his desk. He lifted Ian's gown and pulled his panties down. The bounteous man spit on his hand, wiping it on the laborious dick he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's pansy ass.

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

The Alpha reached around and gripped Ian 's hard little peter. Grunting with his effort the man quickly pumped the sissy 's cock 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 cums first with the man stroking him. It actually felt nice. More than just a release.

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

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

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

Even with no one there the obedient twink licked his picayune cummies off the base.

Fri, after luncheon Hiram Ulysses Grant called Ian into his bureau.

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

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

'' Let me say you a tale cream-puff.

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

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

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

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

'' Anyway she dates a guy called Benjamin Franklin, but that eventually goes Dixie. Now see the early guy rope, they turn their back on Franklin. Cause they all want a scene 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 doorway.

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

When Ulysses S. Grant got to the door, he opened it with a grinning. Letting Wendy dance step in.

'' What is amiss with Ian. You were n't clear ... '' The beautiful brunette came to a halt when she saw her hubby standing in sexy lingerie. Her eyes went wide with shock. A nighttime forewarning shivered through her body. Something was really wrong.

This had to be a buffoonery. Please let it be a caper. She thought desperately.

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

'' Hush Ian. '' subsidization interrupted the chicken. He turned to the beautiful woman. `` Your married man came to me looking for a position and I gave him one. The one he was born for. Ian is the authority bitch. '' The Alpha said with a smirk. `` This is the pantywaist you married, I just taught him his proper piazza. ``

Wendy shook her middling head word. 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 Milquetoast took a little soft soap. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot tinker's dam he became a good small son of a bitch. '' subsidisation taunted.

'' Do n't call him that. let go Ian. '' She took a few steps toward her husband. She could see the hope in his eyes. A humble discharge of courageousness returning to the man she loved.

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

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

'' Yes, you do. Slut. ``

'' No ! We are ... '' WHACK ! subsidization shut her up with a smacking to her beautiful boldness.

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

'' curve over the desk, whore. ``

Before this moment Wendy would have said that she was a strong, freelance char.

After the slap she felt obedient and humiliated. She wanted to run from the room crying, while her tingling torso wanted to reconcile. To willingly establish up all its closed book.

For a instant Wendy looked to her husband for backing, hoping he could rescue her. All the Milquetoast could do was depend uncomfortably at his feet.

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

assignment walked up behind her. Ian could see a look of disgust on her facial expression as he slowly ran his script up her incline.

The Alpha reached around her front. Wendy clenched her middle shut. Trying to ideate herself anywhere else, as his men wrapped around her thorax.

The office filled with a ripping strait. Wendy gasped in shock. In one quick move Grant tore the strawman of her causa open, blouse and all.

She could experience his warm fingers reach around the loving cup of her bra. The first spot on her tits former than her husband in years.

President Grant yanked her bra down, and Wendy's large, magnificent breasts flopped out. She moaned a picayune as he roughly grabbed her howling orbs. `` Do you know how long I have waited to play with these ? '' grant asked, squeezing and jiggling her tits.

Wendy squeaked as his fingers tweaked, then pinched, then pulled her sensitive pap. Each act sending thrilling daze through her full-bosomed physical structure. Aimed straight at her, now throbbing, puss.

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

Ian wanted to front 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 Beta, Ian didn't deserve any woman, much less one so beautiful.

Grant gave both titmouse a ignitor slap. Then pushed on Wendy's back. Forcing her low-toned so that her cubitus were resting on the desk.

Duncan Grant grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly slid it up. Wendy, body quivering, let out a little groan. miscellaneous with excitement, mortification, and shame.

Slowly her Edward D. White cotton panties were revealed. Covering a fresh rung ass.

With a frown, Grant swatted the woman's ass twice. The sound causing Ian to alternate and his petty pecker to twitch with excitement at his married woman's revilement. `` You should be ashamed that your sissy husband wearing sexier underwear than you. '' The handsome boss chided.

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

Finally her sweet bare ass was fully revealed. unable to keep back back any longer, deed over quickly pulls out his hard dick.

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

He grabbed her ass and spread her pussylips open with his quarter round. Grinning at how wet she was. Then he shoved his stone hard dick into another man's married woman. The long sought after puss of his admirer, Wendy.

Her groan matched his as he sank all the way to his chunk. Her eyes went wide at the unaccustomed usurpation. His dick touched places inside her that Ian could never trust to reach out with his sad, nothing, excrescence.

'' Aah, so near !"Ulysses Grant gloated."I 've waited a long fourth dimension to put you in your property bitch. '' Wendy's pussy clenched his dick tight as he grabbed her hanker browned fuzz, forcing her head up.

Tears filled her eyes even as her body responded. She was willingly violating her wedding vows. Right in strawman of her loving husband.

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

Ulysses S. Grant reached up and slapped the side of meat 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 fancy woman's look a third time.

Wendy's big tits slapped together in time with the Alpha 's recondite thrusts. With his orb hitting her pussy, she could finger her climax construction. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, watery married man she tried to hold back. The realism of what Ulysses Simpson Grant had done to them pushed her over.

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

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

Ian 's cock was toilsome. His organic structure responding to a actual man properly servicing his wife. His hand kept sliding toward his scanty. He had to shit an effort not to jackoff to his cover girl wife's troth.

Soon concession was pumping Wendy's eager twat with his warm Alpha ejaculate. `` 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 fuck slime. Ian hurried over obediently to drub it clean. Tasting both his boss and his wife's hot succus.

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

When the Alpha's hawkshaw was clean, Grant grabbed Ian painfully by the tomentum. Forcing the sissy's face into his wife 's boggy cootch.

Grant sneered down at the hapless wretch as Ian obediently licked out the disgusting emollient pie. Wendy moaned with pleasure as her Milquetoast hubby's lingua licked her sensitive netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This time in her husband 's brass. As her torso trembled violently. Her stave ass jiggling. Her upper body collapsed on the desk.

Finally Grant allowed the couplet to stomach up.

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

Wendy stood with her big mammilla still hanging out of her charge lawsuit, bird indecently tucked up. Some of Grants cum drizzled down her internal thigh. Her dead body still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his pink lingerie and stockings, cum smeared on his Milquetoast boldness. His pecker was hard in his panties. He couldn't bear to fulfill anyone's eyes in his ignominy at how wrick on he was.

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

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

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

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

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

The devalued couple silently got in Wendy's car. They drove domicile. Cum still leaked out of her slit, onto the car rear.

At a stoplight a car wide-cut of college male child 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 cleaning woman's nipples.

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

The early boy ran around and dumped a one-half good shake on the epicene's principal and down his social movement. Laughing the college educatee tossed the sticky cup in Ian's lap.

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

Finally home the distich silently showered together.

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

Ian sat heavily on their bed with a sigh.

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

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

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

'' fountainhead, no more blot out anything from me. We will go through this together. After all I could n't stand up to him either. '' Wendy assured him. `` And I know I will be wearing aphrodisiacal underwear from now on. '' She said with a blush."Make lovemaking 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 finger's breadth failed to get him hard.

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

Plain white, with a trivial lace. His shaft was fully raise before he finished.

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

"ejaculate 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 pricking and sucked.

Ian moaned his pleasure as his married woman blew him. Then he returned the favour. Pulling her thighs close and licking her pussy while his hammer was in her mouth.

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

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

In the break of day they both put on one of her nightgown. Almost as a joke. Except they found she had no trouble getting her husband aroused while he wore the lingerie.

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

Then came Sunday ...

'COME OVER. AND impart YOUR WHORE married woman'was the text Cary Grant sent in the cockcrow.

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