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

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

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

In high school his second girl had made fun of his lowly penis. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the kickoff and only if clip. After that he always tried to set about his lovemaking by going down on his mate. Not that there were many.

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

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

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

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

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

He kissed his way up her body. Past her downy pubic hair. Across her flabby tummy to her boastfully knocker. Ian was a tit man and he loved Wendy's massive E-cup tits. At twenty five they were still full moon and buoyant. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally own a diminished orgasm just from playing with her mammilla.

Wendy put a hand on the back of her husband's neck as he gently squeezed and kissed her tits. She rubbed her silklike thigh against his side. Her wet puss was ready for its following round of seventh heaven.

Ian grabbed his cock. Fully erect at three inches. He rubbed the tip against his wife's twat, especially her clitoris. Wendy spread her wooden leg for him. A have a go at it invitation for his sexual intimacy. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His pocket-size member didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the nerve endings at the possibility to her passion canal.

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

"sexual 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 consistency. She couldn't get six multitude abs, just a little too delicate. But that translated to a sweet round ass and big tits.

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a quick wash up. A round friendly face with a precious button nose, and long sheeny brown hair. It was wavy and fell well past her shoulders. Her satisfied reflection smiled back at her.

Then she moved to the bedroom threshold. Ian lay on his side smiling at her. He was cunning, in an emasculate way. shortstop, only five five to her five seven. She rarely wore blackguard when they went out.

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

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to sleep.

Mr. dog was a buckle down driver. Ian didn't like his boss. the man only cared about quotas. Not people. Still the young man tried to ferment hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to proceed their decent family.

It was two stories and in a nice neighbourhood. A great place to raise a sept. Which they would as soon as they were a bit more secure.

Ian worked in ‘ The Pen.'It's what Mr. weenie called the room where his twenty two aim underlings worked at their desks. Facing the usually closed door to the big man's office.

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

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

Ian walked to the front man of the room. His head lowered in shame and care. He couldn't avail it. He felt like he was being called to the head business office for a paddling.

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

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

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

"Someone made a misapprehension. A big goddamn mistake."The big man straightened Ian's lapels on his push button up shirt. In wide view of anyone who wanted to take in."Do you know who made that misidentify ? You limp putz, milk sop ?"

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You niggling pansy. How the fuck you can go domicile 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 positions a little as his tiny scratch got hard.

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

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

Ian couldn't stop the disturb trope of the big boss telling him all this while fucking Wendy from behind. bent-grass over the drinks table at the vacation party. Her nice red, velvet wearing apparel pulled up to her waistline as the sweaty man pounded her sick ass from behind. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the storey succeeding to them. His hard little member getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.

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

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

Ian turned to provide. His cheeks red with humiliation. His center glassy, near tear.

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

Ian tossed the security badge on his ... the company's desk as he stumbled past tense 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 smiling."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 woman can ?"She gave him a sly smile and pulled off her shirt. White cotton fiber bra covering most of her big titty.

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

Ian frowned when his slight dick stayed flaccid. How could he fuck his married woman ? Not even Wendy kissing and tugging at the sad little thing could get it to wake up up.

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

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

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

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

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

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

She pulled up some moving picture of buff men in speedos. Then hiked up her doll. Her hand slipping into her white cotton panties.

Wendy's fingers rubbed her quickly wet snatch. The slender digits touching her in practically the same way as her husband's little peter.

She didn't finish long as her fingerbreadth played. She bit the spinal column of her fist when she came. In an attempt to keep quiet.

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

Even the love of his life.

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 dress. Only on the rare occasion that they went out for a date night.

She had on a fragile army tank top. It did picayune to obscure her red lacing bra, and was cut off to point her tummy. It was matched by midget exercise shorts.

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

It didn't help that her Quaker were the ‘ male child'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. Real men. hunter and constructor. Men into summercater. Alpha men.

Ian was none of those matter.

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

subsidisation Boothe was ruggedly bountiful, charismatic, and successful. Everything Ian wished he could be. The man owned his own outside business at twenty dollar bill six.

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

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

"What about the menage ?"

"I got to get something warm or we lose it."The lilliputian man admitted.

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

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

Tonight there were six of the boy at the company. Plus three of their wives. Chunky adult female, but not unattractive. Chosen as partners more for their big tits than any early ground.

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

He waved his hands and refused to work when they started up a game of better half pong.

"We're going to be odd team then."Ben insisted. His smiling wife leaning on his arm. Already a brace sail to the wind.

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

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

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

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

Ian followed to the terrace. Suddenly skittish. He didn't want to be there. He wanted to beg his wife to go out, but that would be too ill-chosen.

Two couples stood at either end of a ping niff table with cup laid out. Certain cups were dissimilar colors, 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 wife pulled off her shirt, giggling.

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

Is was a matter of moments before Ian's wife grabbed the merchantman of her shirt and pulled it over her brain. She got a few pennywhistle at her impressive segmentation.

Ian's little stopcock stirred as his married woman was ogled by their friends. Attention that she didn't seem to beware.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They walked back out to the patio. Out to the deck. Hank was waiting. Some others were already in the tub. subsidisation, 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 underclothing. Ulysses Grant helped her pour down. Letting her set next to him.

"Real men go naked, buddy."Hank said, pulling off his jeans. Ian's eyes boggle at the man's vast tool. Easily twice as big as his and it wasn't even punishing.

"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 knocker floating in the bubbling piddle.

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

Ian felt as if his petty member was trying to blot out back up inside his physical structure. Just a little nub proving he wasn't a man. In front of these obvious Alphas.

Mercifully no one said anything about his member.

The son talked about some great times in college. prank and political party long forgotten.

Finally, mercifully, grant announced that he had an early day. The group broke up. Ian struggled to get his sot wife dressed then base and to bed.

In the end Ian didn't have much of a pick. It was not a great country for hoi polloi in his line of work.

President Grant gave him a big smile when he came into work a few solar day after the party.

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

Ian's desk was in the reception area right outside Ulysses Grant big role. His desk was shiny and Modern. As was reception. Where as Duncan James Corrow Grant had a giant reddish brown desk. Tall dark bookshelves. A leather couch and a span of leather, high backed chairs next to a table in a corner.

"This is Amy."The handsome man introduced him to the only early person working in the function."She takes care of the computers and makes for certain our net is running,"

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred Cypriot pound and unattractive. She had greasy peel and little bristles of hair on her blobby face.

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

"Uh, pleased to meet you."Ian said, shaking. ‘ She must deliver to get her bras custom made.'He thought. Her tits were enormous.

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

"Let's start you out uncomplicated, hey chum ?"Grant told him.

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

Then Mon morning happened.

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

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

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

But unfortunately just after lunch,"I've seen your nothing prick. So I'm sure you are a failure in bed. Don't be here ok ?"It was another grammar misplay."Honestly I don't fuck how a guy like you got to be with Wendy in the first place. Can you order 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 organization. Another paper on his desk.

"Do you even want this job, peanut ?"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. rip in his heart, not able to trust his voice.

"Repeat after me : I'm a sissy, fluffer and my married woman deserves secure rooster than my peanut vine bump."

With repulsion at what he was doing, Ian's rima oris opened."I ... I'm a sissy ... emasculate fluffer. My wife deserves better peter than my peanut."

subsidization was nodding along."Your cypher peanut extrusion. Say it."

"I ... I have a goose egg monkey nut bump."Ian admitted obediently.

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

He did go home that night. He really didn't have a choice. He had been sending out curriculum vitae, but received no interest.

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

His little pecker was hard as a rock-and-roll when he went down on his wife. Though he couldn't get Grant's wrangle out of his head.

They repeated over and over, especially the bit he forced Ian to say. His little penis throbbed with each genial repetition.'Im a sissy fluffer. I have a lilliputian monkey nut bump.'

The verbal insults continued the rest of the week. Ian began to fear each time subsidisation came out of his role.

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

Then grant called the humble man into his intimidate place just before closing.

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

Grant 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 give something from you to make up for that. That's middling isn't it, Ian ?"

"Uh ... I guess."

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

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

"If you want to proceed your job, throw off your gasp and crease over my desk."Duncan James Corrow Grant said coldly.

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

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

It's what Ian had always worn. He bent over his boss's desk. Resting on his elbows, much like his married woman did on the table tennis board. His ass presented to his party boss.

Ian let out a meek picayune grunt with each stinging bang, more like a whimper. He hadn't been so humiliated in a foresightful time. Grant's strong hand firmly paddled his one shot sissy ass.

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

"You enjoyed it Ian."concession chided when he finally stopped. The sissy shook his capitulum, no."Your earthnut bump says otherwise."

The bigger man slid a deal between Ian's second joint. The weeping man clenched them, but was ineffective to give up subsidization's fingerbreadth from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's little hard-on.

"If you are going to relish it, I will birth to get more imaginative. Spread your stage wide."

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

Ian squealed as Duncan James Corrow Grant swung upward. Slapping the sissy's tender scrotum. Each strike sent electrical shock of pain sensation through Ian's body. His stack flashing red.

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

"There you go."Cary Grant announced proud of. Stopping the punishment.

Ian pulled his slacks 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 look Grant in the eyes.

He had to labour home like that. Cum drying in his underclothing. His ass sore against the seat. His flyspeck clump throbbing with botheration.

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

After she dozed off he couldn't help thinking about the spanking. His small prick up getting punishing under the covers. His hired hand stroked his little nub next to his sleeping wife.

thought process of his Bos's punishment driving him to cream his shorts again. Ashamed, he went into the bath to scavenge up.

On Mon Ulysses Simpson Grant motioned Ian into his office as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be Thomas More of a man than to show back up."His foreman taunted with a smirk."fountainhead, if you are going to be the office sissy it's time to commence acting like it. Take off your shirt and pants."

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

"No. It's not what you did. It's what you are."subsidization stepped close. Looming over the minuscule man."You are a genus Beta Milquetoast. And you will be treated as such. strip show !"

Quickly Ian got down to his briefs.

"Just pathetic. Here you can wear thin these for now."concession told him. The big man pulled open a drawer in his desk. He handed the milksop a pair of new red, silk boxers."Put them on. Then turn away over."

Ian stripped out of his tidy-whities. Blushing as he revealed his tiny penis again. The little matter throbbing to an erection despite the tremendous office.

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

Ian gasped through a dozen penetrating spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my dress ?"

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

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

Around ten in the morning Amy came into reception. That was a rare occurrence. She spent virtually of her daylight sitting around her desk in the computer elbow room watching porno.

"Boss says your the billet pansy 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 rhythm on his round ass.

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

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

It was basically genuine. diffused he was less than in column inch. Just a niggling bump. His balls were his lone proof of humanness. Though they were tiny too. Like shrivel raisins.

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

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

"Yup. That's tiny."She slapped his sissyish jut back and forth a couple times before blowing him a buss and heading back to her piece of work area.

The adjacent two mean solar day continued like that. Ian would experience two or three humiliating spanks a day. Sometimes from fat Amy.

Always wearing those silk boxers.

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

Then it was Thursday aurora.

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

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

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

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

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

In a belittled common soldier elbow room Amy had him ransack down. Ian hesitated, uncomfortable with the whole affair. 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 mesa. Amy herself did the fuzz removal. Backside first, then the front. Everything below eyebrow degree.

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

Amy had him flip over and took great cruel enjoyment out of stripping around his hard short groundnut. Especially the pain from stripping his globe.

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

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

The ugly fair sex quickly stripped off her dress. a big, Pyrus communis shaped blob of naked charwoman. She hopped on the table. Hairy, moist, twat straddling the sissy 's crotch.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

'' We both know that 's not true up. Your sissy gumshoe is just asking for mama 's odoriferous snatch. ``

It was true, the pain sensation and humiliation had given his penis a raging three inch boner.

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

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

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

He frowned down at the white lace corset, matching thong panties, and white thigh high stockings. A barren contrast to the dark upholstered chair.

Joseph Black gamy heel lay on the floor beneath.

Resigned to his fate, Ian stripped. Taking off his men's quagmire and dress shirt, in preparation for wearing the charwoman's lingerie. His tiny penis grew hard at the very mean.

He started with the pantie. Stepping into the sensual underwear designed for char. He slid the thong up his newly smooth legs. The diminutive back settled between his womanly ass impertinence. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a punishment for being a sex objective. In the front, his phallus fit snugly under the Edward D. White lace. Even grueling it stopped just unawares of peeking out.

Ian stood for a moment wearing just the panties. His skin tingled and a shiver rolled through him. He knew he should just walk out. leave of absence. There was no way he could live with this.

Next the lacing corset went on. He struggled to get all the hooks to trance. Minutes passed as he worked it. Standing in reception. Only the lacy thong to cover his disgrace.

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

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

Then he sat. Reaching down he slid the offset silky, white, stocking up his emasculate 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 intense. Something about the stocking made Ian feel especially womanly. He felt lightheaded as he pulled the second gear one on. They stopped just abruptly of his ass. The way they hugged his thigh made him want to fuck. Or ... or be fucked.

He sat for a moment, rocking back and Forth River on his nearly stripped ass. Strangely savoring the look of the intimate apparel on his body. picayune thrill of excitement seemed to revolve through him, settling in his tiny putz.

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

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

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

Just before the end of the day, Grant gave him a buzz. Feeling awkward in the mellow heels, Ian stumbled to the man's door. Then into his government agency.

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

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

Ian stumbled to the center of the room. He took a import to steady himself. Then he raised his hairless arms and slowly whirl around for his smirking gaffer.

"commodity. Very in force. You need more praxis in dog though."subsidisation told him."Now come here."His confidence palpable, Grant crossed the way to one of the high backed leather electric chair in the corner. Patting his thigh. He watched Ian slowly, carefully approaching.

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

The sissy could reek the old leather of the chair. It's odor was strong. Masculine. Dominant. One of subsidization's hands rested on the minor 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 part of it."Duncan James Corrow Grant said.

Ian's eyes went wide at the outset 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 sissy's bottom then faded before the adjacent swat.

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

"Y ... yes sir."The admittance sent a shadow chill through the lost sissy. He didn't want to consider that.

Ian gasped as grant swatted tough. pale flesh starting to stay pink. His tiny dick throbbed with each spank.

Again Duncan James Corrow Grant stopped."Who does she belong to with ? You poor wimp."The freehanded man asked.

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

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

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

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

Grant 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 nighttime red. Grinning at Ian's ineffectively kicking 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 experience the heat rising from the punished bum.

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? result you fucking prance sucker !"Cary Grant demanded. He Grabbed Ian's short pilus and painfully yanked his brain 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 words spilled out of Ian's sass, cum drizzled out of his pathetic cock.

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

Ian stood before his hirer dressed in lingerie. His sissy read/write head lowered. Cum soiled his lace panties. His mitt rubbed his warm, red, sore ass.

"Thank me for revealing your truth."

"Th ... thank you sir."Ian simpered. rent in his eyes and running down his sissy buttock.

"smell like mortal made a mess."Grant chuckled.

Ian looked down. They could both see his stained scanty. His tiny motherfucker was soft again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lace trot.

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

With a lump in his pharynx and a weight unit in the pit of his abdomen, Ian pulled off the soiled panties. Lifting them to his face. He could clearly see the pale slime.

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

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

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

Ian stumbled out of his boss power. Nearly twisting an ankle in his strappy gamey cad.

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

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

pink stockings with minuscule blue bows at the top. A pink silk step-in. And a sheer cropped nighty, also pink. There was also a thin headband with a big garden pink bow on it.

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

Sitting, his 1st act was to rend on the pinko stockings. Covering his smooth legs in femininity. His little scratch got hard with agitation. His ass clenched in anticipation of the day to hail.

Ian stood admiring his reflection in the window. Too girly to be a real man. knock stockings with their small drear bows high on his thighs. Little prick standing to care.

He grabbed the panties and pulled them on next. Not a G-string this time. Though the back only covered about half of his round bum. The hip had cute niggling fray, and the silk felt cool and placid against his hairless crotch.

Next Ian slipped on the high heels. illumination blue to match the curtain call on his stockings. This pair wasn't shiny. The material almost felt like velvet under his digit. Once again they made his groundwork and ankles feel weird.

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

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

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

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

"Gon na require you to sign up these."The unseasoned man said. A openhanded twenty something. Blonde with a rip off jaw. Ian was always a bit intimidated by him. He reminded Ian of the type of jock that bullied him in school.

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

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

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

'' Huh. '' The man said thoughtfully. `` hooligan job market. '' The pansy couldn't meet the unseasoned man's optic.

'' Yes sir. ``

'' shuffle you look like a piece of ass bitch. '' Ian could sense his little milksop phallus twitch at the Alpha 's scrutiny.

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

Ian wanted to scream 'No ! No I hate it. I 'm a man damn it !'

What he says was, `` Yes sir. ``

"The bow does a great job of announcing that you are a little cock sucker."Ian shivered at the man's password."You should tell your boss to get you a little choker though. Complete the look."

The Young man grinned at him."I'm in a hurry today, though."He squeezed the little bite hard enough to create Ian groan."I'll have to catch you next week."

Then the Alpha was gone. back out the door.

Grant came in to reception a little later. Taking a second to admire his handiwork."What a trivial eff wad."He smirked.

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

"We will deliver a customer in later today. I want you to offer the man coffee bean and to give him a nice curtsy. Understand ?"

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

Ian 's hart skipped a beat when a dark-skinned halfway eastern man came in. Giving the secretary a scattered flavor.

Ian sent a message to let Cary Grant know his appointment had arrived. Then he got up and carefully walked over to the man. He grabbed the seat of his nighty and pulled it away from his smooth chest as he bent his stifle slightly stepping back with one foot.

He had watched a bunch of television on curtsying after 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 Milquetoast dutifully asked.

'' Humf. java, 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 S. Grant was ready, and the man disappeared into the office.

Just before close on Friday, Ulysses Simpson Grant called the sissy into his business office. Ian walked over to the desk. More confident now in his blue high heels.

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

Submissive, in feminine lingerie and on his knee he looked up at Grant. Handsome and powerful in a darkness blue business leader suit reclining on a Joseph Black leather office sofa.

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

Ian gulped heavily. The bit he had been dreading had arrived. How ? How can Grant expect him to do this. He is n't gay, sin, neither is Duncan James Corrow Grant. When he looks up he just gets an deadpan spirit in takings.

Ian looked at his party boss 's privates. An obvious jut in those bloomers. He didn't want any of this. Didn't want to be a pantywaist.

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

Oh god, Wendy ! What would she remember.

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

About to say something, Ian looked up at his hirer. SLAP ! Ulysses Grant open palm tree slapped the wimp across the face.

Something in Ian crumbled. A barrier to something crucial. His manhood.

Ian reached forward running his palms up concession sinewy second joint. His fingers finding the man's glazed leather belt. He unbuckled then unzipped his boss 's pants spreading the fly open. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The position air was cool on his lingerie clad body.

Shirley Temple Black silk boxers covered the big hard peter underneath. So muck larger than his own silly nub. Grant was probably eight column inch, maybe even bigger.

In a daze Ian ran his fingers along the shaft, smooth through the silk. He could feel where Ulysses Simpson Grant's dick flared at the tip. He could see the scheme in the shiny textile.

Ian pulled the boxers down. The hard cock springing to the set up. The epicene's digit lightly slid up and down the gibe. Finally stopping at the tip, his thumb and forefinger massage the helmet-like end. His gaze is drawn to a driblet of pre-cum. His thumb spread the glistening liquid in small roofy.

Ian leaned forward, his organic structure quivering. For the starting time time in his lifespan, he tentatively stuck his knife out. Touching the hot veiny ray of Grant's big tool. Giving it a little lick.

With a tranquility moan he ran his natural language along the length 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 subsidisation balls.

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

The sissy's little pecker grew unvoiced with the degrading act. Grant moaned above him as Ian thoroughly cleaned the man's scrotum with his knife. Rolling the balls around in his backtalk and gently sucking on them.

Ian licked his way up Grant's compact shaft again. Gripping the base of it with one script he sucked the head into his sassing, tickling it with his tongue. Squeezing the spear as subsidization ran his fingerbreadth through the sissy's hair.

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

Ian just moaned as he took more and more of his bosses dick into his mouth, all the way to the book binding of his pharynx till he started to gag. Pulling it all the way out he gave the tip kisses as he pumped the thick quill with his fist.

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

Ian ran his knife from balls to tip. Planting more than buss on his genus Bos 's tool head, while he pumped him with his cissy finger's breadth.

He could sense that foreign 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 hero-worship his pecker.

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

Sucking the cock back in his mouth, Ian sucked hard while vigorously pumping the ray. With his other hand he lightly squeezed the fully grown man 's chunk.

He could feel when grant's glob began to pump. The cock in his oral fissure twitched as it shot bitter cum at the back of Ian 's pharynx.

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

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

'' Make sure not to give a muckle, 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 ? ``

Duncan Grant simply waved him away.

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

The beautiful woman knew something was troubling her husband and thought this might be voice of him trying to lot with it. He had been having a backbreaking time getting erect. Probably from the stress of losing his job. They hadn't even tried to ca-ca love since terminal weekend.

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

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

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

Wendy took him over her lap and gave him some unclouded taps on his cunning ass. goose egg like Ulysses S. Grant's cruel beatings."Uh ... naughty. You are very naughty."She said.

His slight prick got concentrated anyway. Humiliated by his married woman treating him like a fractious schoolgirl.

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

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

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

Wendy was definitely a beautiful woman. Long Brown University haircloth. kind round look with a cute nose. amaze knocker, and a odoriferous consistence with bender.

Ian 's piffling Beta prick had no concern being stuck in a woman like that.

Ian found that when he thought of his wife there was no trouble getting hard. It was just when it came metre to preform. His Milquetoast 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 honey oil one-piece thong. It was lacy and hugged his consistency. He had matching stockings and the strappy, black highschool blackguard.

He curtsied for the man and got him coffee.

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

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

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

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

Ian didn't even protest as he followed the man over to the couch. Passively accepting his post, on his knee between the man 's stage. Ian took out the hairy gentlemen 's cock.

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

Ian 's sissyish principal bobbed up and down on the unusual man 's hard dick. The tip tickled the back of his pharynx. He slid his paw in the man's boxershorts. Cupping a pair of sweaty, hairy balls. Massaging them with his kickshaw finger.

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

Ian swallowed it all, and licked the man 's dick 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 knee as the man swiftly walked out the door.

Ian could smell the man's ball exertion on his finger's breadth the residual of the day. No affair how often her tried to soak up 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 shortsighted, taffeta, nance chick. Pink lacing thong. lightlessness garter with matching stockings. A pink A-cup bra that he couldn't halt tugging at. And strap on fairy wings.

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

grant was standing in front of his big desk. The sissy's peter twitched. A frightened shake passed through him.

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

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

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

Ian obediently bent over. Elbows on the punishing nighttime wood. His skirt was so short that his bare ass and panty covered genitalia were revealed. Vulnerable.

Grant rubbed the sissy's piffling cock, then flicked his bollock through the lace. Then he grabbed the waistband of the slavish man 's pink panties. Ian 's eye went wide, as they were yanked down his round ass. Falling to the base.

'' Mmm, not perfect. '' Grant said, giving the sissy ass a swat. `` Still it 's sozzled and sweet-scented. '' The big man gave the ass another playful spank, as he pulled out his rooster.

Grant pulled a tube of lubricant from his desk. Wiping it on his big shaft he said, `` Time for your future example, you sissy twat. ``

Ian whined when he felt Hiram Ulysses Grant's fingers sort out his ass cheeks. He shivered as a big finger rubbed at his closely anal flower. Lubing it. Circling the Virgo jam. His unanimous world seemed to spin with the gesture.

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

concession leaned into the pantywaist. Grabbing his hair and yanking his foreland painfully up. His big, lubricate cock rubbed against Ian's round ass.

"Time to truly work you my petty bitch."Cary Grant hissed into his ear.

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

Ian squealed as the cruel dick pierced him. Like it was drilling into his someone. His ass bed covering open in a salvo of pain. sissyish teardrop pit-patted onto the wooden desk.

Duncan Grant grunted in pleasance as his big dick painfully jackhammered into the mingy pansy ass.

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

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

Ian was reduced to painful 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 thigh he was so deep.

With a smiling Grant triumphantly fucked the sissy repository. Now seemingly a willing player in his own anal violation.

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

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

Pulling out he spun Ian around, pushing the twink to his knees. assignment made him cleanse off his slimy stopcock. Ian slurped and licked Ulysses Simpson Grant's dick clean. His face grimaced at the foul preference.

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

pantie still around his ankle, Ian crawled around and licked his own feeble cum from the front of the desk.

'' You must understand by now you are n't really a man. You are a genus Beta, a weakly interacting massive particle, a sissy. You are basically to a lesser extent than a woman. You were just made to serve real men, Alphas like me. '' Duncan Grant lectured to him from above.

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

Thursday Ian wore a sheer gray gown. It covered him from neck to ankle. With a lace bosom and a slit up one position. Underneath his blackness thong and matching garter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat cleaning woman was already au naturel. Thighs spread, one hand already fingering her hairy cootch. A big smile on her face.

"Give momma's twat a proficient biff, bitch."She ordered.

His articulatio humeri slumped as Ian got to his knees. Pressing his face between her meaty thighs.

Her crotch smelled of vinegar and fret. It was moist and hairy.

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

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

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

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

Ian frowned later, when the delivery man came in.

The untested man grinned, and motioned Ian over. He forced the pansy over his desk. He lifted Ian's gown and pulled his step-in down. The bighearted man spit on his paw, wiping it on the arduous peter he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's pantywaist ass.

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

The Alpha reached around and gripped Ian 's knockout niggling hawkshaw. Grunting with his try the man quickly pumped the Milquetoast 's dick as well."We had beta-fluffer like you back in my fraternity."The Edward Young man explained."I know how you need to be treated."

Ian cums first with the man stroking him. It actually felt gracious. Sir Thomas More than just a release.

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

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

Ian hated the way his potbelly fluttered with inflammation at the man's news.

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

Friday, after tiffin Grant called Ian into his part.

The milksop looked cute in his pink ruffled scanty. Pink stockings with the slight puritanic arc. Matching blue high-pitched heels. And the pink crosscut nighty.

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

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

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

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

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

smooch ! 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 cat, they turn their spine on John Hope Franklin. lawsuit they all want a slam at Wendy.

Eventually they each try and she shoots them all down. Even me. '' WHAP ! `` That 's OK 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. '' Cary Grant said excitedly. He pushed the crybaby off his lap and crossed the way. Ian stood up nervously by the couch.

When President Grant got to the door, he opened it with a smile. Letting Wendy whole tone in.

'' What is wrongfulness with Ian. You were n't clear ... '' The beautiful brunet came to a halt when she saw her husband standing in aphrodisiacal lingerie. Her middle went wide-eyed with electrical shock. A dark foreboding shivered through her dead body. Something was really wrong.

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

'' hush Ian. '' Ulysses Simpson Grant interrupted the chicken. He turned to the beautiful woman. `` Your husband came to me looking for a office and I gave him one. The one he was born for. Ian is the place bitch. '' The Alpha said with a smirk. `` This is the milksop you married, I just taught him his proper place. ``

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

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

'' Do n't shout him that. Lashkar-e-Taiba go Ian. '' She took a few dance step toward her husband. She could see the hope in his eyes. A small spark of bravery 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. adulteress. ``

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

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

'' Bend over the desk, whore. ``

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

After the smacking she felt obedient and humiliated. She wanted to run from the room crying, while her tingling body wanted to submit. To willingly give up all its mystery.

For a minute Wendy looked to her husband for accompaniment, hoping he could rescue her. All the milksop could do was look uncomfortably at his feet.

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

Grant walked up behind her. Ian could see a look of disgust on her human face as he slowly ran his hands up her slope.

The Alpha reached around her movement. Wendy clenched her eyes shut. Trying to imagine herself anywhere else, as his hand wrapped around her dresser.

The office filled with a ripping phone. Wendy gasped in shock. In one quick movement Hiram Ulysses Grant tore the front of her case open, blouse and all.

She could feel his substantial fingers reach around the loving cup of her bra. The first touching on her teat early than her husband in years.

Grant yanked her bra down, and Wendy's large, brilliant titty flopped out. She moaned a little as he roughly grabbed her wondrous globe. `` Do you know how long I have waited to playact with these ? '' Grant asked, squeezing and jiggling her nipple.

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

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

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

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

subsidization gave both breast a luminance slap. Then pushed on Wendy's back. Forcing her let down so that her human elbow were resting on the desk.

Grant grabbed the hem of her chick and slowly slid it up. Wendy, consistency shaking, let out a little moan. coalesce with upheaval, humiliation, and ignominy.

Slowly her white cotton fiber panty were revealed. Covering a sweet round ass.

With a frown, Ulysses S. Grant swatted the woman's ass twice. The sound causing Ian to jump and his trivial peter to flip with excitement at his married woman's abuse. `` You should be ashamed that your sissy hubby wearable sexier underwear than you. '' The handsome boss chided.

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

Finally her sweet bare ass was fully revealed. ineffective to halt back any longer, allot quickly pulls out his heavily prick.

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

He grabbed her ass and spread her pussylips heart-to-heart with his ovolo. Grinning at how wet she was. Then he shoved his rock hard dick into another man's wife. The hanker sought after cunt of his Quaker, Wendy.

Her moans matched his as he sank all the way to his balls. Her middle went wide at the unaccustomed intrusion. His prick touched billet inside her that Ian could never hope to reach with his sad, nada, protrusion.

'' Aah, so well !"Grant gloated."I 've waited a long metre to put you in your place beef. '' Wendy's cunt clenched his putz tight as he grabbed her recollective brown hair, forcing her top dog up.

split filled her eyes even as her organic structure responded. She was willingly violating her marriage ceremony vows. rightfield in front of her fuck husband.

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

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

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's decent you slut. '' Ulysses Simpson Grant slapped the whore's brass a third time.

Wendy's big tits slapped together in fourth dimension with the Alpha 's deeply knife thrust. With his ball hitting her pussy, she could palpate her sexual climax building. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, rickety husband she tried to bind back. The reality of what Grant had done to them pushed her over.

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

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

Ian 's stopcock was hard. His body responding to a real man properly servicing his wife. His hand kept sliding toward his pantie. He had to wee-wee an effort not to jackoff to his lovely wife's plight.

Soon concession was pumping Wendy's tidal bore fathead with his unassailable Alpha come. `` Aah. That was as good as I imagined whore. ``

The Alpha slapped her ass as he pulled out. Cary Grant's softening putz was covered in glistening know slime. Ian hurried over obediently to lick it clean. Tasting both his boss and his wife's hot juices.

When Wendy tried to place upright 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 pantywaist's face into his wife 's sloppy cootch.

Grant sneered down at the wretched poor devil as Ian obediently licked out the disgusting cream pie. Wendy moaned with joy as her emasculate married man's tongue licked her sensitive netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This clock time in her married man 's case. As her body trembled violently. Her one shot ass jiggling. Her amphetamine trunk collapsed on the desk.

Finally Grant allowed the duet to stand up.

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

Wendy stood with her big knocker still hanging out of her torn suit, skirt indecently tucked up. Some of Grants cum drizzled down her inner second joint. Her body still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his garden pink intimate apparel and stockings, cum smeared on his sissy nerve. His pecker was heavily in his pantie. He couldn't turn out to take on anyone's middle in his pity at how change state on he was.

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

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

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

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

He yanked Wendy's border off. She gasped as he gave her nipples one last pinch. Sending an shake shiver through her.

The disgrace dyad silently got in Wendy's car. They drove plate. Cum still leaked out of her twat, onto the car posterior.

At a stoplight a car wide-cut of college boys pointed and laughed at the couple. Wendy with her teat hanging out, Ian in pink lingerie.

Two boys hopped out. One reached in and pinched the beautiful adult female's mammilla.

"Shit yeah !"He cried as she gripped the steering cycle. Staring forward. Wishing for the sparkle to alter. the boy eagerly groping her.

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

Both boys stepped back as the duo sped off to the unripe Light.

Finally home the mates silently showered together.

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

Ian sat heavily on their bed with a sigh.

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

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

"It's not just that."Ian admitted."I hate this, but he broke the paries inside me. I 'm a beta male now. And former Alphas can sense it. If a man came up and took you there is nothing I would do. And I hate that. '' He broke you too. I could see it."The sissy took his married woman's hand as she sat next to him."Even now contribution of you wants to go to him. To let him abuse you."

'' Well, no more hiding anything from me. We will go through this together. After all I could n't digest up to him either. '' Wendy assured him. `` And I know I will be wearing sexier underwear from now on. '' She said with a blush."brand love to me. Let's get-up-and-go that terrible man from our minds."She asked. Her hand slipping to his crotch.

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

"storage area on."Ian hopped up and moved to her underclothing drawer. Wendy watched, curious and a little appal as her married man pulled on a pair of her stockings.

Plain white, with a trivial lace. His peter was fully erect before he finished.

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

"Come here, love."She ordered.

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

Now she slurped up his petite prick and sucked.

Ian moaned his pleasure as his wife blew him. Then he returned the favor. Pulling her thigh close and licking her pussy while his turncock was in her oral fissure.

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

After they made love they fell asleep in each other's sleeve.

In the dawn they both put on one of her night-robe. Almost as a joke. Except they found she had no problem getting her husband aroused while he wore the intimate apparel.

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

Then came Sunday ...

'COME OVER. AND BRING YOUR lady of pleasure married woman'was the textbook Cary Grant sent in the morning.

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