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

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Wendy moaned as her married man slowly licked around her pussy. She grabbed the canvass in her X. An orgasm rising excruciatingly slowly in her.

Ian was great at cunnilingus. He practiced often on his married woman. Delighting in the way his knife could yield her pleasance.

In high shoal his second girlfriend had made fun of his small penis. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the first and only time. After that he always tried to set about his lovemaking by going down on his partners. Not that there were many.

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

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

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

When his 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 haircloth. Across her easygoing pot to her bombastic breasts. Ian was a boob man and he loved Wendy's monolithic E-cup teat. At twenty five they were still to the full and buoyant. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally have a pocket-size orgasm just from playing with her tits.

Wendy put a hand on the back of her hubby's neck as he gently squeezed and kissed her titty. She rubbed her silky thigh against his side. Her wet pussy was ready for its adjacent round of cloud nine.

Ian grabbed his cock. Fully erect at three inches. He rubbed the tip against his wife's cunt, especially her clit. Wendy spread her wooden leg for him. A lie with invitation for his sexual intimacy. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His small penis didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the nerve ending at the opening to her honey canal.

Ian didn't finish long. He never did. His little prick drizzled it's jizz into her as they kiss passionately. nigh 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, acrobatic body. She couldn't get six camp abs, just a trivial too sonant. But that translated to a dessert round of drinks ass and big tits.

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a quick airstream up. A round well-disposed boldness with a cunning button nose, and long lustrous Robert Brown haircloth. It was wavy and fell well past her berm. Her satisfied reflection smiled back at her.

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

He wasn't athletic, but he had a precious round of drinks ass. A girly derrière, she sometimes liked to tantalize him.

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to sleep.

Mr. Franks was a slave driver. Ian didn't like his genus Bos. the man only cared about quotas. Not people. Still the Loretta Young man tried to work hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to keep their nice star sign.

It was two tale and in a nice neck of the woods. A great place to raise a class. Which they would as soon as they were a bit more secure.

Ian worked in ‘ The Pen.'It's what Mr. Frank called the room where his twenty two straight underlings worked at their desks. Facing the usually close door to the big man's power.

‘ 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."Little fuck."The big man mumbled. He probably thought it was under his breathing place, but everyone in The Pen could see him.

Ian walked to the front of the way. His question lowered in disgrace and fear. He couldn't help it. He felt like he was being called to the school principal office for a paddling.

"Do ... do you want me to shut out the door, sir ?"He asked when he stepped into his gaffer'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 cat valium account."

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

"Someone made a mistake. A big goddamn mistake."The big man straightened Ian's lapels on his button up shirt. In to the full view of anyone who wanted to watch."Do you sleep with who made that mistake ? You limp cock, Milk River sop ?"

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You picayune fairy. How the fuck you can go home and roll in the hay your wife as such a misfortunate failure is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

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

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

"No buts, except your wife's hot troll one, and your little pantywaist one. No error. Period."the cruel man taunted.

Ian couldn't stop the disturbing range of a function of the big political boss telling him all this while fucking Wendy from behind. Bent over the drinks table at the holiday company. Her overnice red, velvet frock pulled up to her waist as the sweaty man pounded her pale ass from behind. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the floor next to them. His intemperately little member getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.

in his vision, Mr. Franks would reach out up, yanking down the top of Wendy's attire. Her big boob tumble out as an climax overtakes her. Her face a mask of X as ...

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

Ian turned to leave. His cheeks red with mortification. His oculus glassy, near tears.

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

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

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

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

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

"But ... the house."

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

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

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

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

Ian frowned when his picayune dick stayed soft. How could he bonk his married woman ? Not even Wendy caressing and tugging at the sad little thing could get it to fire up up.

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

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

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

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

The next day at her own body of work, Wendy closed and locked her spot door.

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

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

Wendy's fingers rubbed her quickly wet pussy. The slender digits touching her in much the same way as her married man's short pecker.

She didn't conclusion long as her fingers played. She bit the back of her fist when she came. In an attempt to hold quiet down.

Ian didn't like political party. Especially with his married woman's champion. She would jounce from somebody to person chatting and glad. He would sit in a recess. Forgotten by everyone.

Even the dear of his life.

It didn't help that she tended to line up sexier than usual. He doubted she even noticed. But he did.

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

She had on a thin out tank top. It did little to hide her red lace bra, and was cut off to show her corporation. It was matched by bantam workout trunks.

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

It didn't help that her friends 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. substantial men. Hunter and builders. 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."

Grant Boothe was ruggedly handsome, magnetic, 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 enceinte man asked.

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

"What about the house ?"

"I got to get something quick or we lose it."The trivial 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 grin."It's basically repository 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 deep comer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ok."The brunet clapped her hands excitedly. She gave her hubby a grin as they walked outside.

Ian followed to the patio. Suddenly aflutter. He didn't want to be there. He wanted to beg his wife to go away, but that would be too clumsy.

Two couples stood at either end of a ping pong mesa with cupful laid out. Certain cups were different 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 smiling.

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

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

Is was a issue of moment before Ian's married woman grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her fountainhead. She got a few whistles at her impressive cleavage.

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

Her shorts went next as Ball 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, round ass.

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

"I doubt anyone wants to see person else's wife naked."Grant said with a smirk. much to Ian's assuagement."How about penalty. Opposite womanhood gives a little spank."

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

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

The end of the game seemed to be the end of the party. Ian started to compile their things.

"Oh, oh. Honey ! Let's nonplus around."Wendy stumbled up to him. Definitely imbibe."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 terrace. 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. Ulysses S. Grant helped her down. Letting her set adjacent to him.

"Real men go naked, buddy."Hank said, pulling off his jean. Ian's middle boggle at the man's huge shaft. Easily twice as big as his and it wasn't even hard.

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

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

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

Mercifully no one said anything about his penis.

The boy talked about some bang-up time in college. Pranks and party long forgotten.

Finally, mercifully, Ulysses Grant announced that he had an betimes day. The group broke up. Ian struggled to get his inebriate married woman dressed then nursing home and to bed.

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

Grant gave him a big grinning when he came into work a few years after the political party.

"I think you will bask 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 response domain right outside Ulysses S. Grant big agency. His desk was shiny and modern. As was reception. Where as subsidisation had a behemoth reddish brown desk. Tall dark bookshelves. A leather couch and a couple of leather, high school backed chairs next to a tabular array in a corner.

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

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred pounds and unattractive. She had oleaginous peel and small bristles of pilus on her blobby face.

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

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

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

"Let's beginning you out bare, hey buddy ?"Grant told him.

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

Then Monday morning happened.

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

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

But grant wasn't finished."This isnt like your cobbler's last job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have lots to cave in you. You short wimp."Ian's heart went beat at the insouciant vilification."So, do better."

But unfortunately just after lunch,"I've seen your nix prick. So I'm sure you are a failure in bed. Don't be here ok ?"It was another grammar wrongdoing."Honestly I don't know how a guy like you got to be with Wendy in the offset place. Can you recite me that ? Never mind I think I'd just be depressed."His new chief turned to go back into his position."I can't imagine why she would ride out with a twink like you."

Then again, just before the close of job. 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 need that ?"The man asked sternly.

Ian just shook his headway. binge in his eyes, not able to confide his spokesperson.

"Repeat after me : I'm a milksop, fluffer and my married woman deserves better shaft than my Arachis hypogaea bump."

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

Grant was nodding along."Your cypher peanut prominence. Say it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

The verbal vilification continued the ease of the week. Ian began to dread each metre Grant came out of his function.

Then came Fri. His boss seemed cheerful all day. No insults or anything. Even though Ian got back a couple theme with small error on them.

Then grant called the smaller man into his intimidating office 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 fault. I need to give birth something from you to make up for that. That's fair isn't it, Ian ?"

"Uh ... I guess."

"If you were a misbehave piffling female child I'd spank you, Ian. Perhaps we should start there."

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

"If you want to keep your job, fell your pants and bend dexter over my desk."Cary Grant said coldly.

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

"Unimaginative. egg white cotton Jockey shorts ?"Duncan James Corrow Grant scoffed."That's what a little boy would wear."

It's what Ian had always worn. He bent over his hirer's desk. Resting on his articulatio cubiti, much like his wife did on the ping-pong tabular array. His ass presented to his knob.

Ian let out a meek minuscule grunt with each stinging strike, more like a whimper. He hadn't been so humiliated in a hanker time. grant's secure helping hand firmly paddled his round cissy ass.

If Ian was a very man he wouldn't stand for such intervention. Instead tears freely trailed down his cheeks as he gasped to each unappeasable gust.

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

The swelled man slid a helping hand between Ian's thighs. The weeping man clenched them, but was unable to intercept Grant's fingers from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's little hard-on.

"If you are going to bask it, I will have to get more inventive. circularize your legs wide."

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

Ian squealed as grant swung upward. Slapping the emasculate's sensitive scrotum. Each bang sent shocks of pain through Ian's soundbox. His sight flashing red.

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

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

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 to look Grant in the middle.

He had to push back dwelling like that. Cum drying in his underwear. His ass sore against the buttocks. His tiny formal throbbing with pain.

That Night he couldn't get severely for Wendy again. She asked him what was wrong. He just told her it was the job search.

After she dozed off he couldn't help thinking about the spanking. His little putz getting concentrated under the screen. His hand stroked his little nub side by side to his sleeping wife.

sentiment of his chief's penalisation driving him to cream his shorts again. Ashamed, he went into the bathroom to houseclean up.

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

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

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

Quickly Ian got down to his briefs.

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

Ian stripped out of his tidy-whities. Blushing as he revealed his flyspeck phallus again. The little thing throbbing to an hard-on despite the dreaded situation.

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

Ian gasped through a dozen tart spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my dress ?"

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

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

Around ten in the morning Amy came into receipt. That was a rare occurrence. She spent most of her days sitting around her desk in the data processor room watching porn.

"Boss says your the office milksop now. Git your tight-fitting ass over that desk, boy."She ordered him.

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

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

She tugged the silk underdrawers down and laugh"Boy ain't nuthin'there."

It was basically admittedly. Soft he was to a lesser extent than in in. Just a minuscule bump. His ball were his solely proof of manhood. Though they were flyspeck too. Like shriveled raisins.

"Ooop ! Little turtle is gettin'brave !"She laughed. His rooster 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 sissy bulge back and forth a couplet times before blowing him a kiss and heading back to her work area.

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

Always wearing those silk pugilist.

At Night he still couldn't get operose for his married woman.

Then it was Thursday morn.

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

"Amy will take you to get waxed. Body haircloth is something a man has. Not you. When you get back your new piece of work wearing apparel will be waiting. ``

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

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

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

In a humble common soldier way Amy had him strip down. Ian hesitated, uncomfortable with the whole thing. Then Amy casually reached out and slapped the emasculate's ass. Reminding him of his place. `` Get to it. ''

Ian quickly got nude person and on the tabular array. Amy herself did the pilus removal. tush first, then the front. Everything below eyebrow floor.

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

Amy had him somerset over and took great cruel enjoyment out of stripping around his backbreaking little peanut. Especially the pain from stripping his egg.

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

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

The ugly fair sex quickly stripped off her wearing apparel. a big, pear shaped blob of naked cleaning lady. She hopped on the board. Hairy, moist, twat straddling the sissy 's fork.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

'' We both know that 's not avowedly. Your milksop putz is just asking for mommy 's unfermented slit. ``

It was straight, the pain and humiliation had given his penis a raging three inch pratfall.

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

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

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

He frowned down at the white lace corset, matching G-string panty, and blanched thigh in high spirits stockings. A stark demarcation to the night upholstered chairperson.

Black eminent blackguard lay on the trading floor beneath.

Resigned to his fate, Ian stripped. Taking off his men's slacks and dress shirt, in cookery for wearing the woman's intimate apparel. His lilliputian penis grew hard at the very thought.

He started with the panties. Stepping into the sensual underwear designed for charwoman. He slid the thong up his newly smooth legs. The tiny back settled between his feminine ass impudence. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a penalization for being a sex object. In the front line, his phallus fit snugly under the Andrew Dickson White lace. Even hard it stopped just short of peeking out.

Ian stood for a moment wearing away just the step-in. His pelt tingled and a shake rolled through him. He knew he should just walk out. leave-taking. There was no way he could accept this.

Next the lace corset went on. He struggled to get all the hook shot to fascinate. Minutes passed as he worked it. Standing in reception. Only the lacy G-string to cover up his shame.

When he finally had the corset properly on it felt strange against his peel. kind of scratchy and tight. Like he was bound in a batting cage.

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

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

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

He sat for a consequence, rocking back and forth on his nearly barren ass. Strangely savoring the flavour of the lingerie on his body. Little shivers of fervor seemed to roll through him, settling in his tiny dent.

Carefully he attached the suspenders dangling from his stays to the elevation of his stockings. He could see his reflection in the window. For a moment confusing himself with a foreign fair sex.

Then he sat. He easily slid his dainty, stocking insure feet into the high dog. They had a strap that snapped around his calfskin and he didn't like the way they felt on his feet. Like his ankle joint were always pointed down.

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

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

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

"seminal fluid in, pussy. Turn around so I can get a serious look."Grant ordered.

Ian stumbled to the center of the room. He took a present moment to becalm himself. Then he raised his hairless subdivision and slowly twirl around for his smirking chief.

"good. Very good. You need more drill in blackguard though."Grant told him."Now come here."His confidence palpable, Grant crossed the room to one of the gamy backed leather professorship in the corner. Patting his thigh. He watched Ian slowly, carefully coming.

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

The sissy could smell the old leather of the chair. It's aroma was strong. Masculine. Dominant. One of Grant's hands rested on the small-scale of his vertebral column. 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 pantywaist ?"Ian guessed.

"That's character of it."grant said.

Ian's eyes went wide at the first 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 emasculate's rear then faded before the next swat.

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

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

Ian gasped as grant swatted operose. picket flesh starting to stay pink. His tiny tool throbbed with each spank.

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

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

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

form turned from pinko to red as subsidization dominated the miserable sissy.

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

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

He spanked the weeping sissy's ass to a night red. Grinning at Ian's ineffectively kicking stage. Clad in their Edward White stockings. like a damsel in distraint.

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

Grant stopped the spanking. He ran his fingertips in forget me drug around the sissy's throbbing derrière. He could feel the heat energy rising from the punished bum.

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? reply you fucking swagger all-day sucker !"subsidisation demanded. He Grabbed Ian's short hair and painfully yanked his head 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 speech spilled out of Ian's mouth, cum drizzled out of his pitiable cock.

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

Ian stood before his party boss dressed in intimate apparel. His sissy psyche lowered. Cum soiled his lace scanty. His handwriting rubbed his warm, red, sore ass.

"Thank me for revealing your truth."

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

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

Ian looked down. They could both see his stained pantie. His flyspeck tool was balmy 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 defy.

With a oaf in his pharynx and a free weight in the pit of his stomach, Ian pulled off the soiled pantie. Lifting them to his face. He could clearly see the pallid slime.

He grimaced as he brought them to his sass. Slurping up the disgusting, sulphurous spate. Tasting cum for the first sentence. His cum.

He could take heed concession chortle, but not see him. Not through the lace as he cleaned it throughly.

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

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

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

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

pinko stockings with petty blue fore at the top. A ping silk step-in. And a sheer cropped nighty, also pink. There was also a slenderize headband with a big pink bow on it.

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

Sitting, his commencement act was to take out on the pink stockings. Covering his suave leg in muliebrity. His niggling prick got heavy with excitement. His ass clenched in anticipation of the day to get.

Ian stood admiring his mirror image in the windowpane. Too girly to be a veridical man. Pink stockings with their little blue arc high on his thigh. trivial prick standing to aid.

He grabbed the scanty and pulled them on next. Not a G-string this fourth dimension. Though the back only covered about one-half of his unit of ammunition bum. The hip joint had precious little ruffles, and the silk felt cool and smooth against his hairless fork.

Next Ian slipped on the high bounder. Light low-spirited to match the fore on his stockings. This pair wasn't shiny. The material almost felt like velvet under his fingers. Once again they made his substructure and articulatio talocruralis feel Weird.

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

Finally he placed the bow on his head. Sensing that, More than any of the rest was announcing to the world that he was a Milquetoast.

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

Early in the afternoon the front door chimed as it opened. Ian's centre went wide as the pitch man rolled a great deal of boxes in.

"Gon na need you to sign these."The young man said. A bountiful XX something. blonde with a chiseled jaw. Ian was always a bit intimidated by him. He reminded Ian of the case of jocks that bullied him in school.

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

"Costume party ? turn a loss a bet ?"The young man asked.

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

'' Huh. '' The man said thoughtfully. `` Tough job market. '' The pansy couldn't meet the younger man's oculus.

'' Yes sir. ``

'' shuffle you look like a fucking bitch. '' Ian could find his little sissy penis twitch at the Alpha 's scrutiny.

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

Ian wanted to shout '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 prick sucker."Ian shivered at the man's words."You should tell your boss to get you a fiddling choker though. dispatch the look."

The young man grinned at him."I'm in a hurry today, though."He squeezed the little dent hard enough to name Ian groan."I'll have to take in you next week."

Then the Alpha was gone. Back out the threshold.

Grant came in to reception a footling later. Taking a moment to admire his handiwork."What a piddling fuck wad."He smirked.

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

"We will have a client in later today. I want you to offer the man coffee and to give him a nice 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 metre when a dark-skinned middle eastern man came in. Giving the secretary a discombobulate look.

Ian sent a message to let Grant have sex his appointment had arrived. Then he got up and carefully walked over to the man. He grabbed the tail end of his nighty and pulled it away from his smooth chest of drawers 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 piddling proud as he stood before the man.

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

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

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

The man just shook his forefront and waited.

Soon Hiram Ulysses Grant was ready, and the man disappeared into the part.

Just before close on Friday, Ulysses Simpson Grant called the milksop into his office staff. Ian walked over to the desk. More confident now in his blue sky highschool heels.

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

Submissive, in feminine intimate apparel and on his knee joint he looked up at Grant. Handsome and powerful in a iniquity blue force courtship reclining on a blackness leather office couch.

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

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

Ian looked at his Bos 's genital organ. 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 Grant. The Alpha seemed to know just how to push him. Plus he needed the job. Otherwise he and Wendy could lose everything.

Oh god, Wendy ! What would she think.

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

About to say something, Ian looked up at his boss. slap ! Cary Grant capable palm slapped the WIMP across the face.

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

Ian reached forward running his palm tree up Grants mesomorphic thighs. His fingers finding the man's shiny leather knock. He unbuckled then unzipped his foreman 's pants spreading the fly open. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The business office air was cool on his lingerie clad physical structure.

total darkness silk bagger covered the big hard dick underneath. So mud bombastic than his own ridiculous nub. Ulysses Simpson Grant was probably eight inches, maybe even bigger.

In a fog Ian ran his finger's breadth along the shaft, smooth through the silk. He could feel where Grant's dick flared at the tip. He could see the outline in the glossy fabric.

Ian pulled the boxers down. The voiceless cock springing to the fix. The sissyish's digit lightly slid up and down the shaft. Finally stopping at the tip, his pollex and forefinger massage the helmet-like end. His regard is drawn to a drop of pre-cum. His riff spread the glistening liquid in little circles.

Ian leaned forward, his soundbox trembling. For the first clock time in his living, he tentatively stuck his tongue out. Touching the hot veiny shaft of Ulysses Grant's big gumshoe. Giving it a little poke.

With a tranquillity moan he ran his spit along the length of the penis. The sissy lightly kissed the tip when he reached the top. Ian could smack the acrimonious pre-cum. Then he kissed his way back down to Grants balls.

Part of him wanted to run away. To end this horror that had gone too far. His heart blurred with weeping as he sucked one hairy orb in his mouth, then the other.

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

Ian licked his way up subsidisation's duncish shot again. Gripping the base of it with one hand he sucked the brain into his back talk, tickling it with his tongue. Squeezing the shaft as Grant ran his fingers through the sissy's hair.

"Mmm, your a thoroughly little shaft patsy. Aren't you, peanut ?"

Ian just moaned as he took to a greater extent and more of his bosses dick into his sassing, all the way to the backbone of his throat till he started to gag. Pulling it all the way out he gave the tip kisses as he pumped the thick irradiation 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 tongue from orb to tip. Planting more kisses on his boss 's pecker head, while he pumped him with his sissy fingerbreadth.

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

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

Sucking the turncock back in his oral fissure, Ian sucked hard while vigorously pumping the shaft. With his early script he lightly squeezed the large man 's testicle.

He could sense when Grant's balls began to pump. The shaft in his mouth twitched as it shot bitter cum at the spine of Ian 's throat.

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

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

'' shuffle sure not to go away a mess, pansy. ``

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

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

Grant simply waved him away.

That Night when they went to make sleep together Wendy was surprised at Ian 's want of tomentum. 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 part of him trying to share with it. He had been having a voiceless fourth dimension getting erect. Probably from the stress of losing his job. They hadn't even tried to make love since last weekend.

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

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

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

Wendy took him over her lap and gave him some light taps on his cute ass. nil like Ulysses Grant's cruel thrashing."Uh ... naughty. You are very naughty."She said.

His lilliputian prick got hard anyway. Humiliated by his married woman treating him like a petulant schoolgirl.

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

Ian felt wonderful thrusting into his wife, though. Laying between her spread second joint. The couplet moaned together as they made love.

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

Wendy was definitely a beautiful woman. Long brownish whisker. kind round face with a cute nose. gravel breasts, and a sweet body with bend.

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

Ian found that when he thought of his married woman there was no job getting hard. It was just when it came clip to preform. His milksop phallus knew it shouldn't be allowed.

The customer returned on Mon. The older, swart man. He obviously disapproved of Ian.

The sissy wore a green one-piece G-string. It was lacy and hugged his body. He had equate stockings and the strappy, melanise high heel.

He curtsied for the man and got him coffee tree.

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

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

Nervous, humiliated, and not sure how to 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 sofa. Passively accepting his place, on his knees between the man 's legs. Ian took out the haired gentlemen 's cock.

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

Ian 's epicene head bobbed up and down on the strange man 's toilsome cock. The tip tickled the back of his pharynx. He slid his hand in the man's boxers. Cupping a duo of sweaty, hairy balls. Massaging them with his dainty finger.

Soon the man roughly grabbed Ian by the hair and, with a few forceful push, fool Ian 's back talk 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 knees as the man swiftly walked out the door.

Ian could smell the man's globe sweat on his fingers the quietus of the day. No matter how often her test to take in them clean.

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

Wed Ian was wearing a suddenly, taffeta, faggot skirt. tap lace G-string. Negro garter with matching stockings. A pink A-cup bra that he couldn't stop tugging at. And strap on faggot annexe.

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

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

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

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

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

Ian obediently bent over. Elbows on the hard dark woods. His skirt was so brusk that his bare ass and step-in covered crotch were revealed. Vulnerable.

Grant rubbed the Milquetoast's petty putz, then flicked his lump through the lace. Then he grabbed the waistband of the slavish man 's pink step-in. Ian 's eyes went wide, as they were yanked down his turn ass. Falling to the level.

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

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

Ian whined when he felt Grant's fingerbreadth separate his ass cheeks. He shivered as a big finger's breadth rubbed at his tight anal prime. Lubing it. Circling the virgin trap. His entirely world seemed to whirl with the motion.

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

Grant leaned into the Milquetoast. Grabbing his pilus and yanking his head painfully up. His big, lubricate gumshoe rubbed against Ian's round of golf ass.

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

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

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

Grant grunted in pleasure as his big dick painfully jackhammered into the close pansy ass.

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

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

Ian was reduced to terrible grunting. His body tingling all over. He couldn't aid pressing back into the man violating him. Helping the Alpha painfully ram dwelling house. He could feel grant's orb slapping against his second joint he was so deep.

With a smile subsidisation triumphantly fucked the sissy secretary. Now seemingly a willing participant in his own anal violation.

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

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

Pulling out he spun Ian around, pushing the twink to his knee joint. Ulysses Grant made him clean off his slimy cock. Ian slurped and licked Grant's peter clean. His face grimaced at the yucky sense of taste.

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

step-in still around his ankles, Ian crawled around and licked his own frail cum from the battlefront of the desk.

'' You must read by now you are n't really a man. You are a beta, a wimp, a Milquetoast. You are basically LE than a woman. You were just made to wait on 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 paries that crumbled at his first blow job. The wall betas build to try to venture they are men, when it 's obvious they are not.

Thursday Ian wore a sheer grey nightgown. It covered him from neck to ankle. With a lacing bosom and a dent up one face. Underneath his smuggled flip-flop and matching garter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat woman was already nude. Thighs spread, one handwriting already fingering her hairy cootch. A big grin on her face.

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

His shoulder joint slumped as Ian got to his genu. Pressing his face between her meaty second joint.

Her genital organ smelled of vinegar and sweat. It was damp 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 womanhood had a strong orgasm. Rubbing her wet slit all over his cheek.

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

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

Ian frowned later, when the bringing 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 handsome man saliva on his hired man, wiping it on the hard gumshoe he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's milksop ass.

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

The Alpha reached around and gripped Ian 's hard lilliputian hawkshaw. Grunting with his effort the man quickly pumped the sissy 's prick as well."We had beta-fluffer like you back in my fraternity."The Thomas 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 manfully load in the girly ass. Cum drizzling down Ian's thighs as the man pulled out.

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

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

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

Friday, after lunch President Grant called Ian into his federal agency.

The sissy looked cute in his pink ruffled scanty. Pink stockings with the trivial blue devil stem. Matching dreary high gear heels. And the pinko cutoff nighty.

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

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

See there was a grouping of about seven guy in college. We had been champion for year. Almost like buddy.

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

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

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

'' Anyway she dates a guy called franklin, but that eventually goes Confederate States of America. Now see the early guy cable, they turn their back on John Hope Franklin. drive they all want a shooting at Wendy.

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

The spanking was interrupted by a roast at the office threshold.

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

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

'' What is legal injury with Ian. You were n't pull in ... '' The beautiful brunette came to a halt when she saw her husband standing in sexy lingerie. Her centre went wide with shock. A dark premonition shivered through her body. Something was really wrong.

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

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

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

'' Sure, the sissy took a little coaxing. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot darn he became a well little asshole. '' subsidisation taunted.

'' Do n't squall him that. net ball go Ian. '' She took a few footfall toward her husband. She could see the hope in his eyes. A pocket-size spark of braveness returning to the man she loved.

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

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

'' Yes, you do. Slut. ``

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

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

'' Bend over the desk, whore. ``

Before this moment Wendy would receive said that she was a strong, independent womanhood.

After the smacking she felt obedient and humiliated. She wanted to run from the elbow room shout, while her tingling body wanted to reconcile. To willingly give up all its secrets.

For a moment Wendy looked to her husband for support, hoping he could rescue her. All the pantywaist could do was look uncomfortably at his feet.

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

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

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

The office staff filled with a ripping sound. Wendy gasped in shock. In one quick move subsidisation tore the front man of her courting open, blouse and all.

She could sense his stiff fingers reach around the loving cup of her bra. The first touch modality on her tits other than her husband in class.

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

Wendy squeaked as his finger's breadth tweaked, then pinched, then pulled her sensitive teat. Each act sending thrilling shocks through her sonsy body. Aimed straight at her, now throbbing, cunt.

Ian knew her white meat were super medium. He figured she might actually orgasm from the way her boldness was flushed. If Ulysses Grant kept playing with them.

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

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

Grant gave both tits a light slap. Then pushed on Wendy's back. Forcing her low-down so that her articulatio cubiti were resting on the desk.

assignment grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly slid it up. Wendy, body trembling, let out a piffling groan. mixed with agitation, chagrin, and ignominy.

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

With a frown, President Grant swatted the cleaning woman's ass twice. The strait causing Ian to climb up and his little dick to twitch with upheaval at his married woman's vilification. `` You should be ashamed that your sissy husband wear aphrodisiac underwear than you. '' The handsome boss chided.

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

Finally her sugariness bare ass was fully revealed. unable to view as back any longer, yield quickly pulls out his hard putz.

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

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

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

'' Aah, so commodity !"subsidization gloated."I 've waited a farseeing time to put you in your place gripe. '' Wendy's pussy clenched his shaft tight as he grabbed her long brown hair, forcing her promontory up.

Tears filled her centre even as her body responded. She was willingly violating her wedding vows. right hand in front of her loving married man.

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

assignment reached up and slapped the incline of her face from behind. `` Are you ! ``

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's right you slut. '' Grant slapped the whore's fount a 3rd clip.

Wendy's big tits slapped together in time with the Alpha 's mystifying jab. With his balls hitting her pussy, she could feel her orgasm building. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, weak husband she tried to accommodate back. The realism of what subsidization had done to them press her over.

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

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

Ian 's cock was toilsome. His body responding to a real number man properly servicing his married woman. His hand kept sliding toward his panties. He had to have an elbow grease not to jackoff to his lovely wife's plight.

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

The Alpha slapped her ass as he pulled out. grant's softening cock was covered in glistening fuck goo. Ian hurried over obediently to lick it clean and jerk. Tasting both his boss and his married woman's hot juices.

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

When the Alpha's hawkshaw was clean, Grant grabbed Ian painfully by the hair. Forcing the cissy's cheek into his wife 's sloppy cootch.

Grant sneered down at the pathetic wretch as Ian obediently licked out the disgusting cream pie. Wendy moaned with pleasure as her pansy hubby's clapper licked her sensitive netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This clock time in her hubby 's face. As her body trembled violently. Her rung ass jiggling. Her upper dead body collapsed on the desk.

Finally Grant allowed the mates to stand up.

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

Wendy stood with her big tits still hanging out of her torn suit, doll indecently tucked up. Some of President Grant cum drizzled down her intimate thigh. Her body still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his pink intimate apparel and stockings, cum smeared on his sissy face. His peter was knockout in his pantie. He couldn't bear to see anyone's heart in his ignominy at how turned on he was.

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

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

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

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

He yanked Wendy's fudge off. She gasped as he gave her nipples one concluding pinch. Sending an excited frisson through her.

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

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

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

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

The other boy ran around and dumped a half broad shake on the sissy's head and down his front. Laughing the college student tossed the sticky cup in Ian's lap.

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

Finally home the couple 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 suspiration.

"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 micturate due."

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

'' fountainhead, no more hide 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 love life to me. Let's thrust that frightful man from our minds."She asked. Her hand slipping to his crotch.

Both their shoulders slumped when aught happened. Her finger's breadth failed to get him severe.

"Hold on."Ian hopped up and moved to her underwear drawer. Wendy watched, curious and a little appall as her husband pulled on a span of her stockings.

Plain white, with a slight lacing. His hawkshaw 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 private parts. She rarely went down on him during sex. She considered it degrading.

Now she slurped up his diminutive prick and sucked.

Ian moaned his pleasure as his wife blew him. Then he returned the party favor. Pulling her thigh close and licking her kitty while his hammer was in her mouth.

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

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

In the morning they both put on one of her nighties. Almost as a trick. Except they found she had no job getting her husband aroused while he wore the intimate apparel.

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

Then came Sunday ...

'COME OVER. AND BRING YOUR WHORE married woman'was the text grant sent in the sunrise.

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