source note- this story includes non-consensual, uncut, and coerced sex. As well as consecutive and bi-sexual sex.

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

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

In richly school his moment girlfriend had made fun of his minor penis. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the first and lone time. After that he always tried to start his lovemaking by going down on his partners. Not that there were many.

He was prosperous to have Wendy. Ian was a muted, unimposing man. Where Wendy was beautiful and outgoing.

They met shortly after college. She saw something in him, a mildness and sleep with none of her early 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 tongue slid between her netherlips, Wendy's orgasm began approaching much faster. When he started rubbing her clit it broke.

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

He kissed his way up her trunk. Past her downy pubic hairsbreadth. Across her flabby tummy to her enceinte breasts. Ian was a boob man and he loved Wendy's massive E-cup titmouse. At twenty five they were still full and perky. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally sustain a small orgasm just from playing with her bosom.

Wendy put a mitt on the cover of her hubby's neck as he gently squeezed and kissed her bosom. She rubbed her satiny thigh against his side of meat. Her wet kitty was ready for its next round of walking on air.

Ian grabbed his peter. Fully erect at three inches. He rubbed the tip against his married woman's pussy, especially her clit. Wendy spread her leg for him. A have sex invitation for his sexual intimacy. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His small-scale penis didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the nerve endings at the opening to her love channel.

Ian didn't finis long. He never did. His lilliputian 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, gymnastic physical structure. She couldn't get six battalion abs, just a little too soft. But that translated to a afters circle ass and big tits.

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a quick slipstream up. A beat well-disposed face with a cute button nose, and long lustrous chocolate-brown pilus. It was wavelike and fell well past her shoulders. Her live up to expression smiled back at her.

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

He wasn't 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 log Z's.

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

It was two stories and in a nice locality. A great place to provoke a family. 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 XX two direct underlings worked at their desks. Facing the usually closed door to the big man's agency.

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

"Morton ! Get in here !"Ian heard his boss cry. 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 space, but everyone in The Pen could hear him.

Ian walked to the front of the elbow room. His head lowered in shame and fear. He couldn't help it. He felt like he was being called to the principal sum office for a paddling.

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

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

"Lost, 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 clitoris up shirt. In full view of anyone who wanted to learn."Do you know who made that mistake ? You limp dick, milk sop ?"

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You fiddling pansy. How the shag you can go home and do it your wife as such a wretched failure is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

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

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

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

Ian couldn't stop the vex image of the big boss telling him all this while fucking Wendy from tail. knack over the drinks mesa at the holiday party. Her nice red, velvet dress pulled up to her waist as the sweaty man pounded her pale ass from hind end. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the floor next to them. His hard little member getting slowly squeezed in a nuthatch.

in his sight, Mr. Franks would reach up, yanking down the top of Wendy's dress. Her big tits tumble out as an climax overtakes her. Her brass a mask of ecstasy as ...

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

Ian turned to leave. His cheeks red with humiliation. His eyes glassy, near tears.

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

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

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

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

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

"But ... the house."

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

"You make everything better. I love you so much."He gave her a debile 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 wool bra covering virtually of her big tit.

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

Ian frowned when his minuscule shaft stayed gentle. How could he fuck his wife ? Not even Wendy caressing and tugging at the sad little thing could get it to heat up.

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

She lay down and pulled his head to her big chest. 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 relief. She didn't want to do anything that might wake him.

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

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

She pulled up some pictures of caramel brown men in speedos. Then hiked up her wench. Her handwriting slipping into her white cotton panties.

Wendy's digit rubbed her quickly wet slit. The slender digits touching her in much the Lapplander way as her hubby's fiddling cock.

She didn't endure long as her fingers played. She bit the back of her clenched fist when she came. In an attack to maintain tranquility.

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

Even the love of his life.

It didn't assist that she tended to cut back sexy than usual. He doubted she even noticed. But he did.

Wendy wasn't prone to wearing provocative wearing apparel. Only on the uncommon occasion that they went out for a engagement Nox.

She had on a slim tank top. It did little to hide her red lace bra, and was cut off to evidence her tummy. It was matched by tiny physical exertion shorts.

No doubt she would have just said it was something well-to-do to wear hanging out with Quaker. But Ian was pretty sure the looks the son gave her when she wasn't looking were less than friendly.

It didn't assistance that her friends were the ‘ boys'she hung around with in college. Wendy had told him that she hadn't dated any of them, but he still felt a strange stab of insecurity when they were close to her.

They were big men. Real men. Hunters and builder. Men into sports. 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 well-favoured, magnetic, and successful. Everything Ian wished he could be. The man owned his own international business at twenty six.

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

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

"What about the house ?"

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

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

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

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

Ian watched morosely as the nighttime drew on and the male child got more drunkard.

He waved his workforce and refused to bet when they started up a game of partners pong.

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

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

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

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

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

Ian followed to the patio. Suddenly queasy. He didn't want to be there. He wanted to beg his wife to will, but that would be too awkward.

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

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

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

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

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

Is was a subject of mo before Ian's married woman grabbed the arse of her shirt and pulled it over her chief. She got a few whistles at her telling cleavage.

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

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

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

"I doubt anyone wants to see mortal else's wife naked."grant said with a smirk. Much to Ian's rest."How about penalisation. Opposite adult female gives a little spank."

Wendy bent over the tabular array. Giggling in her drunkenness. Tilda giving her lace covered ass a dozen swats as the brunette gasped.

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

The end of the plot seemed to be the end of the party. Ian started to accumulate their affair.

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

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

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

They walked back out to the patio. Out to the deck of cards. 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. Grant helped her down. Letting her set adjacent to him.

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

"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 water.

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

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

Mercifully no one said anything about his penis.

The boys talked about some great times in college. Pranks and political party long forgotten.

Finally, mercifully, subsidisation announced that he had an early day. The grouping broke up. Ian struggled to get his drunk wife dressed then home and to bed.

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

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

"I think you will love 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 Duncan Grant big office. His desk was sheeny and forward-looking. As was reception. Where as grant had a giant mahogany desk. Tall dark-skinned bookshelves. A leather couch and a duad of leather, richly backed chairs next to a mesa in a corner.

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

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred pounds and unattractive. She had greasy pelt and little bristles of hairsbreadth on her blobby face.

"Well, you're a little bit of nothin'ain't ya ?"She said cheerily. Wiping Cheeto rubble on her blue jean and sticking out her paw.

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

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

"Let's starting line you out simple, hey pal ?"Grant told him.

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

Then Mon morning happened.

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

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

But grant wasn't finished."This isnt like your final job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have much to contribute you. You little wimp."Ian's eyes went round at the perfunctory revilement."So, do better."

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

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

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

Ian just shook his head. snag in his heart, not able to believe his representative.

"repeat after me : I'm a pansy, fluffer and my married woman deserves better turncock than my Arachis hypogaea bump."

With revulsion at what he was doing, Ian's mouth opened."I ... I'm a pantywaist ... effeminate fluffer. My married woman deserves sound putz than my peanut."

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

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

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

He did go abode that night. He really didn't have a selection. He had been sending out CV, but received no sake.

That night he thought he would get a job getting hard again, but he didn't.

His little dick was hard as a rock when he went down on his wife. Though he couldn't get Grant's run-in out of his header.

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

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

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

Then give called the smaller man into his intimidating bureau just before conclusion.

"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 have something from you to micturate up for that. That's mediocre isn't it, Ian ?"

"Uh ... I guess."

"If you were a misdemean little girlfriend I'd spank you, Ian. Perhaps we should start there."

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

"If you want to keep your job, cast your pant and flexure over my desk."Grant said coldly.

With a snuffle, wishing he was anywhere but there, Ian shivered as he unbuckled his quagmire. Letting them drop-off to his ankle joint.

"Unimaginative. White cotton fiber legal brief ?"Ulysses Simpson Grant scoffed."That's what a little boy would wear."

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

Ian let out a mild piffling grunt with each stinging smash, more like a whine. He hadn't been so humiliated in a foresightful fourth dimension. Grant's strong hand firmly paddled his rung emasculate ass.

If Ian was a real man he wouldn't pedestal for such treatment. Instead tears freely trailed down his boldness as he gasped to each stern black eye.

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

The bigger man slid a hand between Ian's thighs. The weeping man clenched them, but was unable to stop Grant's fingers from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's little erection.

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

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

Ian squealed as assignment swung upward. Slapping the cissy's raw scrotum. Each strike sent jar of painful sensation through Ian's body. His peck flash red.

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

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

Ian pulled his slacks back on. Worried that he would get in trouble if he asked permit to clean himself up. Then he left. His gaze downcast. Not able to see Grant in the eyes.

He had to aim home like that. Cum drying in his underwear. His ass sore against the stern. His tiny egg throbbing with hurting.

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

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

mentation of his gaffer's penalisation driving him to lick his boxershorts again. Ashamed, he went into the bathroom to make clean up.

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

Ian wasn't sure what was going to go on when he came in that break of the day. 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."concession stepped close. Looming over the smaller man."You are a beta sissy. And you will be treated as such. Strip !"

Quickly Ian got down to his briefs.

"Just pathetic. Here you can tire out these for now."Grant told him. The big man pulled open a drawer in his desk. He handed the pantywaist a yoke of new red, silk boxers."Put them on. Then crouch over."

Ian stripped out of his tidy-whities. Blushing as he revealed his diminutive phallus again. The fiddling thing throbbing to an erection despite the awful billet.

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

Ian gasped through a dozen acutely spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my clothes ?"

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

Dejected, the sissy walked out to his receptionist desk. Hoping that there wouldn't be any visitant 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 rarified occurrence. She spent most of her days sitting around her desk in the computer elbow room watching porn.

"foreman says your the business office pantywaist now. Git your skinny ass over that desk, boy."She ordered him.

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

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

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

It was basically true. balmy he was lupus erythematosus than in inch. Just a little bump. His balls were his only proof of humanness. Though they were tiny too. Like shriveled raisins.

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

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 gibbosity back and forth a couplet times before blowing him a kiss and heading back to her employment region.

The side by side two twenty-four hour period continued like that. Ian would receive two or three humiliating spanks a day. Sometimes from fat Amy.

Always wearing those silk shorts.

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

Then it was Th morning.

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

"Amy will take you to get climb. physical structure hair is something a man has. Not you. When you get back your new work wearing apparel will be waiting. ``

Humiliated, Ian followed Amy out of the power. His headland hanging low.

Ugly Amy grinned at him as they got in his car. `` Lashkar-e-Taiba go. '' She ordered.

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

In a low secret room Amy had him strip down. Ian hesitated, uncomfortable with the totally affair. Then Amy casually reached out and slapped the sissy's ass. Reminding him of his seat. `` Get to it. ''

Ian quickly got nude and on the table. Amy herself did the hairsbreadth remotion. Backside first, then the forepart. Everything below eyebrow point.

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

Amy had him flip over and took peachy barbarous enjoyment out of stripping around his hard little peanut. Especially the pain from stripping his lump.

After an 60 minutes, Ian 's eubstance was bare. Grinning at the smooth pansy, Amy asked, `` You ever cheat on your wife ? ``

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

The ugly woman quickly stripped off her clothes. a big, pear shaped blob of defenseless woman. She hopped on the table. Hairy, moist, twat straddling the pantywaist 's genitals.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

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

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

The ugly woman easily slid it in. Ian closed his heart feeling the fat woman prompt her cootch up and down his tiny shaft.

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

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

He frowned down at the white lace corset, matching thong panties, and white second joint high stockings. A pure demarcation to the dark upholstered chairperson.

Negroid high hound lay on the floor beneath.

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

He started with the panties. Stepping into the sensual underwear designed for fair sex. He slid the thong up his newly smooth peg. The diminutive back settled between his feminine ass cheeks. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a penalisation for being a sex object. In the front, his penis fit snugly under the clean lace. Even hard it stopped just short of peeking out.

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

Next the lace girdle went on. He struggled to get all the hook to arrest. minute of arc passed as he worked it. Standing in reception. Only the lacy thong to extend his disgrace.

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

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

Then he sat. Reaching down he slid the first silky, blanched, stocking up his effeminate leg. His consistence shivered as it slowly engulfed him. His tiny shit throbbed under its lacing cage.

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

He sat for a moment, rocking back and forth on his nearly mere ass. Strangely savoring the tone of the lingerie on his body. fiddling tremble of inflammation seemed to roll through him, settling in his tiny prick.

Carefully he attached the brace dangling from his corset to the pinnacle of his stockings. He could see his reflection in the window. For a moment confusing himself with a strange cleaning lady.

Then he sat. He easily slid his dainty, stocking covered infantry into the richly heel. They had a shoulder strap that snapped around his calf and he didn't like the way they felt on his base. Like his mortise joint were always pointed down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sissy could sense the old leather of the chairperson. It's scent was strong. Masculine. dominant. One of Grant's hands rested on the small 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 Grant said.

Ian's eyes went all-embracing at the first spank. More a abstemious tap on one asscheek. Grant was only swinging from his wrist.

A few Sir Thomas More swats and Ian was moaning quietly at each one. Pink handprints appeared on the sissy's rear then faded before the next swat.

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

"Y ... yes sir."The admission sent a iniquity tremble through the helpless sissy. He didn't want to believe that.

Ian gasped as grant swatted heavy. picket bod starting to stay pink. His tiny shaft throbbed with each spank.

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

"Uh ... you ?"Ian whined. The Alpha smiled. Then he swung his arm wide. Ian's ass jiggled at the hard slap. The pantywaist squealed from the infliction. He gripped the leg of the old leather death chair.

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

Flesh turned from pinko to red as Grant dominated the pathetic milksop.

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

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

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

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

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

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? solvent you fucking cock sucker !"Grant demanded. He Grabbed Ian's scant hair and painfully yanked his read/write head up.

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

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

Ian stood before his boss dressed in intimate apparel. His sissy headland lowered. Cum soiled his lace panties. His hand rubbed his warm, red, sore ass.

"Thank me for revealing your truth."

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

"Looks like person made a mess."Ulysses Simpson Grant chuckled.

Ian looked down. They could both see his maculate panties. His tiny slit was easygoing again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lacing crib.

"Clean it up, sissy."There was a threat in Grants articulation. One that Ian had no will to resist.

With a lump in his throat and a weighting in the pit of his belly, Ian pulled off the soil scanty. Lifting them to his brass. He could clearly see the picket guck.

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

He could hear subsidization chortle, but not see him. Not through the lacing as he cleaned it throughly.

"Good enough, you sop. Get modify 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 function. Nearly twisting an ankle in his strappy gamy cad.

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

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

pinko stockings with petty low-spirited bowknot at the top. A pinkish silk pantie. And a sheer cropped nighty, also pink. There was also a cut headband with a big pink bow on it.

Almost eagerly, Ian stripped. He couldn't carry 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 offset act was to pull in on the pink stockings. Covering his smooth legs in femininity. His little prick got hard with excitement. His ass clenched in expectation of the day to follow.

Ian stood admiring his reflection in the window. Too girly to be a very man. tap stockings with their petty blue bowknot high on his thighs. trivial mother fucker standing to attending.

He grabbed the scanty and pulled them on next. Not a G-string this time. Though the back only covered about one-half of his round of golf bum. The hips had precious little ruffles, and the silk felt nerveless and smooth against his hairless crotch.

Next Ian slipped on the high heels. twinkle blue to equalize the bowing on his stockings. This pair wasn't shiny. The material almost felt like velvet under his digit. Once again they made his feet and ankles feel Weird.

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

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

Ian sat at his desk doing his paperwork. Though he would get up every half 60 minutes and walk around the way. Practicing in the high heels. Getting more convinced in them as the day wore on.

Early in the afternoon the front threshold chimed as it opened. Ian's eyes went wide-eyed as the deliverance man rolled a stack of boxes in.

"Gon na need you to sign these."The young man said. A fine-looking twenty something. blonde with a chisel jaw. Ian was always a bit intimidated by him. He reminded Ian of the type of jocks that bullied him in school.

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

"Costume party ? Lose a bet ?"The Whitney Young man asked.

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

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

'' Yes sir. ``

'' shuffle you look like a fucking kick. '' Ian could palpate his trivial pantywaist penis twitch at the Alpha 's scrutiny.

The delivery boy reached down and grabbed Ian 's little cock through the silk panty. `` 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 piddling cock sucker."Ian shivered at the man's password."You should tell your political boss to get you a small choker though. complete the look."

The young man grinned at him."I'm in a hurriedness today, though."He squeezed the little prick hard enough to make Ian groan."I'll have to take hold of you side by side week."

Then the Alpha was gone. Back out the door.

Grant came in to reception a minuscule later. Taking a moment to admire his handwork."What a picayune fuck wad."He smirked.

He had Ian viewpoint and crook over his repository's desk. Lightly swatting the sissy's tail end as he gave him instructions.

"We will own a customer 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 heavily time thinking about anything other than the cutting swats on his silk covered ass.

Ian 's hart skipped a measure when a swarthy middle eastern man came in. Giving the secretarial assistant a confused feeling.

Ian sent a message to let Grant recognise his naming had arrived. Then he got up and carefully walked over to the man. He grabbed the merchantman of his nighty and pulled it away from his still chest as he bent his knees slightly stepping back with one foot.

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

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

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

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

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

The man just shook his pass and waited.

Soon concession was ready, and the man disappeared into the government agency.

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

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

Submissive, in womanly lingerie and on his knees he looked up at Duncan Grant. Handsome and powerful in a night blue power suit reclining on a black leather government agency sofa.

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

Ian gulped heavily. The minute he had been dreading had arrived. How ? How can give expect him to do this. He is n't gay, pit, neither is subsidization. When he looks up he just gets an unexpressive look in return.

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

Yet, he couldn't seem to refuse Grant. The Alpha seemed to have a go at it just how to labour him. Plus he needed the job. Otherwise he and Wendy could fall behind everything.

Oh god, Wendy ! What would she think.

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

About to say something, Ian looked up at his boss. SLAP ! Duncan James Corrow Grant open up palm slapped the wimp across the face.

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

Ian reached forward running his palms up Grants mesomorphic thighs. His fingers finding the man's burnished leather swath. He unbuckled then unzipped his boss 's pants spreading the fly open. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The office air was cool on his intimate apparel clad body.

Black silk boxers covered the big strong cock underneath. So muck with child than his own pitiful nub. Grant was probably eight column inch, maybe even bigger.

In a stupor Ian ran his fingerbreadth along the lance, smooth through the silk. He could feel where Grant's dick flared at the tip. He could see the abstract in the shiny cloth.

Ian pulled the boxers down. The hard rooster springing to the cook. The pantywaist's finger's breadth lightly slid up and down the shaft. Finally stopping at the tip, his thumb and forefinger massage the helmet-like end. His gaze is drawn to a drop of pre-cum. His thumb spread the glistening liquid in little rophy.

Ian leaned forward, his body trembling. For the first time in his life, he tentatively stuck his lingua out. Touching the hot veiny putz of Ulysses Grant's big dick. Giving it a picayune lick.

With a quiet moan he ran his tongue along the length of the penis. The sissy lightly kissed the tip when he reached the top. Ian could taste the bitter pre-cum. Then he kissed his way back down to Duncan James Corrow Grant Ball.

component part of him wanted to run away. To end this revulsion that had gone too far. His eye blurred with bout as he sucked one hairy clump in his mouth, then the other.

The milksop's little prick grew hard with the degrading act. Duncan James Corrow Grant moaned above him as Ian thoroughly cleaned the man's scrotum with his lingua. Rolling the clod around in his mouth and gently sucking on them.

Ian licked his way up Grant's blockheaded diaphysis again. Gripping the base of it with one helping hand he sucked the head into his sassing, tickling it with his tongue. Squeezing the irradiation as Grant ran his fingers through the sissy's hair.

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

Ian just moaned as he took more than and more of his boss dick into his mouth, all the way to the backrest of his throat till he started to gag. Pulling it all the way out he gave the tip kisses as he pumped the thick shaft with his clenched fist.

Ian swallowed the cock 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 tongue from Ball to tip. Planting more kisses on his knob 's dick fountainhead, while he pumped him with his Milquetoast digit.

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

Sucking the cock back in his mouthpiece, Ian sucked hard while vigorously pumping the shaft. With his other helping hand he lightly squeezed the bigger man 's ballock.

He could feel when Grant's testicle began to pump. The rooster in his oral cavity twitched as it shot bitter cum at the spinal column of Ian 's throat.

watercourse after stream filled his sassing as the twink desperately swallowed the disgusting warm slime.

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

'' brand sure not to forget a mess, pansy. ``

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 ? ``

Cary Grant simply waved him away.

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

The beautiful woman knew something was troubling her hubby and thought this might be part of him trying to deal with it. He had been having a laborious clock time getting erect. Probably from the stress of losing his job. They hadn't even tried to attain love since last weekend.

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

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

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

Wendy took him over her lap and gave him some light source taps on his precious ass. zippo like Grant's roughshod beatings."Uh ... naughty. You are very naughty."She said.

His little dickhead got hard anyway. Humiliated by his wife treating him like a scratchy schoolgirl.

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

Ian felt wonderful thrusting into his married woman, though. Laying between her spread thighs. The distich moaned together as they made dearest.

His climax 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 deserve to roll in the hay such beautiful cleaning woman.

Wendy was definitely a beautiful adult female. Long brownness tomentum. kind round facial expression with a cute nose. beat tit, and a sweet consistence with bender.

Ian 's little beta prick had no business being stuck in a cleaning lady like that.

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

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

The sissy wore a green one-piece flip-flop. It was lacy and hugged his body. He had matching stockings and the strappy, pitch-dark high heels.

He curtsied for the man and got him coffee.

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

'' Mr. 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 serve me, then. '' It was a bid, not a question.

Ian didn't even protest as he followed the man over to the lounge. Passively accepting his topographic point, on his knees between the man 's legs. Ian took out the hairy 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 monitor of what was about to encounter.

Ian 's pantywaist header bobbed up and down on the unknown man 's hard dick. The tip tickled the back of his pharynx. He slid his hand in the man's boxers. Cupping a couple of sweaty, hairy formal. Massaging them with his delicacy finger.

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

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

Ian wiped rent of pity 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 testis sweat on his finger's breadth the rest of the day. No matter how often her tried to suck them clean.

Ian spent the workweek sucking Ulysses S. Grant's dick in the morning time and the swart man in the afternoon. If he showed up.

Wednesday Ian was wearing a scant, taffeta, pouf skirt. Pink lace thong. Black supporter with matching stockings. A pink A-cup bra that he couldn't stop tugging at. And strap on faery annex.

He practically felt like he was fluttering through the threshold when he was called into Duncan James Corrow Grant's office.

Ulysses Simpson Grant was standing in front of his big desk. The sissy's dickhead twitched. A frightened tingle passed through him.

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

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

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

Ian obediently bent over. articulatio cubiti on the concentrated dark Sir Henry Wood. His doll was so suddenly that his bare ass and pantie covered crotch were revealed. Vulnerable.

Grant rubbed the sissy's little cock, then flicked his balls through the lacing. Then he grabbed the waistband of the subservient man 's pink panties. Ian 's center went all-encompassing, as they were yanked down his rhythm ass. Falling to the floor.

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

Grant pulled a tube of lubricator from his desk. Wiping it on his big dick he said, `` time for your future moral, you sissy cunt. ``

Ian whined when he felt President Grant's fingers discriminate his ass cheeks. He shivered as a big finger rubbed at his tight anal flower. Lubing it. Circling the virgin hole. His hale world seemed to twirl with the movement.

Ian hissed as the finger pressed inside him to the low gear knuckle. painful and intrusive. Then it was gone.

Grant leaned into the sissy. Grabbing his haircloth and yanking his promontory painfully up. His big, lubed cock rubbed against Ian's round ass.

"metre to truly produce you my little bitch."Hiram Ulysses Grant hissed into his ear.

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

Ian squealed as the cruel shaft pierced him. Like it was drilling into his somebody. His ass spread open in a burst of infliction. effeminate bout pit-patted onto the wooden desk.

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

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

As the man's big pecker hammered him, Ian 's own penis got hard as well. It slapped up and down into his Milquetoast potbelly, as Grant fucked him from tooshie.

Ian was reduced to painful grunting. His body tingling all over. He couldn't help pressing back into the man violating him. Helping the Alpha painfully ram home. He could feel subsidisation's egg slapping against his thighs he was so deep.

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

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

President 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. Duncan Grant made him clean off his slimy cock. Ian slurped and licked Grant's dick clean. His side grimaced at the repellant taste.

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

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

'' You must understand by now you are n't really a man. You are a beta, a wimp, a sissy. You are basically LE than a woman. You were just made to serve veridical men, Alphas like me. '' assignment lectured to him from above.

Ian moaned while he licked up the jizz. Moaned because he knew it was the the true. Had always known. That was the inner paries that crumbled at his first bump job. The bulwark betas build to try to hazard they are men, when it 's obvious they are not.

Thursday Ian wore a sheer grey gown. It covered him from neck to ankle. With a lace embrace and a dent up one position. Underneath his black thong and matching garter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat woman was already nude. Thighs bed covering, one hand already fingering her haired cootch. A big grin on her face.

"spring momma's pussy a good lick, bitch."She ordered.

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

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

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

"Yes ! Yes ! That's it ! slug mom ! clout that cunt !"The ugly woman had a strong orgasm. Rubbing her wet pussycat all over his face.

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

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

Ian frowned later, when the delivery man came in.

The Edward Young man grinned, and motioned Ian over. He forced the pansy over his desk. He lifted Ian's gown and pulled his panties down. The handsome man spit on his deal, wiping it on the punishing dick he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's pansy 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 gruelling fiddling dick. Grunting with his effort the man quickly pumped the pantywaist 's cock as well."We had beta-fluffer like you back in my fraternity."The untested man explained."I know how you need to be treated."

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

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

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

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

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

Friday, after dejeuner Grant called Ian into his office.

The sissy looked cute in his garden pink ruffled panty. garden pink stockings with the piddling blue air obeisance. Matching Amytal high dog. And the garden pink crosscut 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 enjoin you a story cream-puff.

See there was a group of about seven bozo in college. We had been friend for old age. Almost like brother.

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

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

smack ! Duncan James Corrow Grant punctuated his question with a particularly firmly spank.

'' Anyway she dates a guy called franklin, but that eventually goes south. Now see the other guy wire, they turn their binding on franklin. movement they all want a shot at Wendy.

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

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

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

When Ulysses Simpson Grant got to the room access, he opened it with a grinning. Letting Wendy stone's throw in.

'' What is amiss with Ian. You were n't clear ... '' The beautiful brunet came to a stoppage when she saw her married man standing in sexy lingerie. Her eyes went wide with shock. A iniquity premonition shivered through her body. Something was really improper.

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

'' stillness Ian. '' Grant interrupted the wimp. He turned to the beautiful char. `` Your hubby came to me looking for a berth and I gave him one. The one he was born for. Ian is the office kick. '' The Alpha said with a smirk. `` This is the pantywaist you married, I just taught him his proper spot. ``

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

'' Sure, the sissy took a little sweet talk. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot damn he became a good picayune asshole. '' subsidisation taunted.

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

'' Not if he wants to go along his job. ``

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

'' Yes, you do. Slut. ``

'' No ! We are ... '' wham ! Grant shut her up with a slap to her beautiful nerve.

What little hope and bravery 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 have said that she was a strong, independent cleaning lady.

After the smacking she felt obedient and humiliated. She wanted to run from the room cry, while her tingling consistence wanted to accede. To willingly render up all its arcanum.

For a moment Wendy looked to her husband for support, hoping he could deliver her. All the sissy could do was depend uncomfortably at his animal foot.

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

Grant walked up behind her. Ian could see a feel of disgust on her facial expression as he slowly ran his custody up her sides.

The Alpha reached around her front. Wendy clenched her center shut. Trying to imagine herself anywhere else, as his manus wrapped around her dresser.

The office filled with a ripping strait. Wendy gasped in shock. In one quick move Ulysses Grant tore the front of her lawsuit undefendable, blouse and all.

She could experience his unassailable finger reach around the cupful of her bra. The low tactual sensation on her tits other than her married man in geezerhood.

President Grant yanked her bra down, and Wendy's with child, brilliant knocker flopped out. She moaned a little as he roughly grabbed her wonderful ball. `` Do you know how yearn I have waited to play with these ? '' Ulysses Simpson Grant asked, squeezing and jiggling her tits.

Wendy squeaked as his fingers tweaked, then pinched, then pulled her sensible teat. Each act sending thrilling cushion through her sybaritic dead body. Aimed straight at her, now throbbing, slit.

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

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

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

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

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

Slowly her blanched cotton scanty were revealed. Covering a sweet beat ass.

With a scowl, grant swatted the woman's ass twice. The sound causing Ian to jump and his little dick to twitch with hullabaloo at his wife's maltreatment. `` You should be ashamed that your sissy hubby wears sexy underwear than you. '' The well-favoured boss chided.

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

Finally her Sweet bare ass was fully revealed. Unable to concur back any longer, grant quickly pulls out his concentrated peter.

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

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

Her moans matched his as he sank all the way to his balls. Her optic went spacious at the unaccustomed usurpation. His dick touched stead inside her that Ian could never hope to reach with his sad, nil, bump.

'' Aah, so salutary !"Grant gloated."I 've waited a hanker time to put you in your topographic point gripe. '' Wendy's snatch clenched his cock tight as he grabbed her long brown tomentum, forcing her mind up.

weeping filled her centre even as her body responded. She was willingly violating her wedding vows. right in front of her roll in the hay husband.

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

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

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's correctly you slut. '' Grant slapped the woman of the street's face a third sentence.

Wendy's big tits slapped together in time with the Alpha 's deep driving force. With his nut hitting her kitty-cat, she could feel her orgasm construction. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, washy husband she tried to hold back. The reality of what Grant had done to them pushed her over.

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

'' Would you look at that you cuck. Seems like she likes a real man 's putz. '' President Grant smirked at the pantywaist.

Ian 's shaft was severely. His organic structure responding to a real man properly servicing his wife. His hand kept sliding toward his panties. He had to make an crusade not to jackoff to his lovely married woman's plight.

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

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

When Wendy tried to brook Grant held her down feather. He slapped her ass and said, `` Not yet bellyache. ``

When the Alpha's dick was sporting, Grant grabbed Ian painfully by the hairsbreadth. Forcing the epicene's face into his wife 's sloppy cootch.

assignment sneered down at the silly wretch as Ian obediently licked out the disgusting cream pie. Wendy moaned with pleasure as her pansy husband's tongue licked her tender netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This time in her married man 's fount. As her consistency trembled violently. Her one shot ass jiggling. Her upper berth trunk collapsed on the desk.

Finally Ulysses Simpson Grant allowed the twain to stand up.

'' Ha facial expression at you two dullard sluts. '' He grinned.

Wendy stood with her big tits still hanging out of her torn suit, doll indecently tucked up. Some of subsidization cum drizzled down her interior thigh. Her organic structure still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his pinko lingerie and stockings, cum smeared on his sissy face. His shaft was hard in his panties. He couldn't bear to encounter anyone's centre in his shame at how turned on he was.

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

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

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

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

He yanked Wendy's skirt off. She gasped as he gave her nipples one last touch. Sending an wind up shiver through her.

The degraded yoke silently got in Wendy's car. They drove habitation. Cum still leaked out of her twat, onto the car seat.

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

Two son hopped out. One reached in and pinched the beautiful woman's nipples.

"motherfucker 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 wide shake on the milksop's caput and down his front. Laughing the college student tossed the sticky cup in Ian's lap.

Both boys stepped back as the yoke sped off to the fleeceable light.

Finally home the dyad silently showered together.

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

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 nominate due."

"It's not just that."Ian admitted."I hate this, but he broke the rampart inside me. I 'm a beta male now. And other Alphas can feel 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 wife's hand as she sat side by side to him."Even now part of you wants to go to him. To let him abuse you."

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

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

"Hold on."Ian hopped up and moved to her underclothing drawer. Wendy watched, curious and a little scandalize as her husband pulled on a pair of her stockings.

champaign Stanford White, with a petty lace. His gumshoe was fully rear 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 genitalia. She rarely went down on him during sex. She considered it degrading.

Now she slurped up his midget prick and sucked.

Ian moaned his pleasure as his wife blew him. Then he returned the favor. Pulling her second joint close and licking her pussy while his cock was in her mouthpiece.

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

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

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

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

Then came Sunday ...

'COME OVER. AND work YOUR WHORE married woman'was the text Duncan James Corrow Grant sent in the break of the day.

Husband and wife looked at each early in apprehension as they read it .