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

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Wendy moaned as her husband slowly licked around her kitty. She grabbed the plane in her X. An orgasm rising excruciatingly slowly in her.

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

In high school his second lady friend had made fun of his small member. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the first and only fourth dimension. After that he always tried to get down his lovemaking by going down on his pardner. Not that there were many.

He was favorable to have got Wendy. Ian was a silence, 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 beau 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 juice as her thigh trembled and she moaned loudly.

He kissed his way up her body. Past her downy pubic hair. Across her easy tummy to her gravid breasts. Ian was a tit man and he loved Wendy's monolithic E-cup tits. At twenty five they were still full moon and perky. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally have a small sexual climax just from playing with her nipple.

Wendy put a paw on the back of her husband's neck as he gently squeezed and kissed her tit. She rubbed her silky thigh against his side. Her wet pussy was ready for its next round of bliss.

Ian grabbed his cock. Fully erect at three in. He rubbed the tip against his wife's pussy, especially her clitoris. Wendy spread her legs for him. A make out 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 endings at the opening to her dearest canal.

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

"beloved you."Wendy said as she stood up and crossed to the bath. He watched her go. A beautiful cleaning lady. She had a curvy, athletic organic structure. She couldn't get six gang abs, just a little too soft. But that translated to a odorous beat ass and big titmouse.

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a quick wash up. A round friendly face with a cute push button olfactory organ, and long lustrous Brown University hair. It was wavy and fell well past her shoulders. Her fulfil mirror image smiled back at her.

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

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

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to sleep.

Mr. Franks was a slave driver. Ian didn't like his boss. the man only cared about quotas. Not hoi polloi. Still the young man tried to forge hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to keep their Nice house.

It was two chronicle and in a gracious neighborhood. A great station to raise a family unit. Which they would as soon as they were a bit more secure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"somebody made a misunderstanding. A big goddamn mistake."The big man straightened Ian's lapels on his button up shirt. In full position of anyone who wanted to watch."Do you know who made that misidentify ? You limp dick, Milk sop ?"

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You little pansy. How the fuck you can go menage and fuck your wife as such a pathetic failure is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

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

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

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

Ian couldn't stop the disturbing image of the big chief telling him all this while fucking Wendy from behind. bent-grass over the drinks board at the holiday political party. Her squeamish red, velvet-textured 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 story side by side to them. His heavily little penis getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.

in his vision, Mr. hotdog would get to up, yanking down the top of Wendy's apparel. Her big tits tumble out as an orgasm overtakes her. Her face a mask of transport as ...

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

Ian turned to entrust. His cheeks red with humiliation. His middle glassy, near tears.

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

Ian tossed the security badge on his ... the company's desk as he stumbled past 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."tactile property better ?"

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

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

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

Ian frowned when his fiddling tool stayed soft. How could he fuck his wife ? Not even Wendy hugging and tugging at the sad little thing could get it to ignite up.

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

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

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

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

The next day at her own oeuvre, 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 ikon of buff men in speedos. Then hiked up her skirt. Her hand slipping into her white cotton step-in.

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

She didn't lowest long as her digit played. She bit the back of her fist when she came. In an attempt to keep quiet.

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

Even the erotic love of his living.

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

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

She had on a tenuous tank top. It did petty to enshroud her red lace bra, and was cut off to show her tummy. It was matched by flyspeck physical exercise underdrawers.

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

It didn't assistant that her supporter 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 pang of insecurity when they were closely to her.

They were big men. material men. Hunter and builder. Men into fun. 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, charismatic, and successful. Everything Ian wished he could be. The man owned his own international business at twenty six.

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

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

"What about the sign ?"

"I got to get something quick 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 better than unemployment."grant gave him a smiling."It's basically secretary piece of work, but it would just be temporary. Till you find something better."

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

Tonight there were six of the male child at the political party. Plus three of their wives. Chunky womanhood, but not unattractive. Chosen as mate more for their big titty than any other reason.

Ian watched morosely as the Nox drew on and the boys got more tope.

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

"We're going to be odd teams then."Ben insisted. His smiling married woman leaning on his arm. Already a distich sheets to the air current.

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

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

"We can be spouse, Wendy."Hank offered. One of the other boys. Ian couldn't commemorate if the man was married or his wife just hadn't seminal fluid.

"Ok."The brunet clapped her hands excitedly. She gave her married man a smiling as they walked outside.

Ian followed to the patio. Suddenly flighty. He didn't want to be there. He wanted to beg his wife to leave, but that would be too uneasy.

Two dyad stood at either end of a ping niff table with cups laid out. Certain cupful were unlike colouring, Ian noticed.

The game began. Everyone soon drinking. Until hank got a glob in an odd tinge cup.

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

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

She had a prissy wheel. Double-D's held up by a black velvet bra.

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

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

Her shorts went next as testicle hit the proper cups. She bent over and slipped them off giving everyone a good display. ‘ Just playing along'she would probably say. Now down to her red lacing panties. Only one-half covering her wonderful, rhythm 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 individual else's wife naked."Grant said with a smirk. much to Ian's embossment."How about penalty. Opposite woman gives a little spank."

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

Gradually all the wives 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 collect their things.

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

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

"Aw. Don't be a pooper. 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. Cary 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 underclothes. Ulysses Grant helped her down. Letting her set next to him.

"real number men go naked, buddy."Hank said, pulling off his dungaree. Ian's optic boggle at the man's immense cock. Easily twice as big as his and it wasn't even strong.

"C'mon Ian, honey."Tilda called."I'll go topless if it makes you experience 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 silent when they saw just how small he really was. He couldn't look anyone in the heart as he slipped in next to his wife.

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

Mercifully no one said anything about his phallus.

The son talked about some slap-up clip in college. antic and parties long forgotten.

Finally, mercifully, Grant announced that he had an early day. The mathematical group broke up. Ian struggled to get his drunk wife dressed then plate and to bed.

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

Duncan James Corrow Grant gave him a big grinning when he came into work a few days after the company.

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

Ian's desk was in the reception surface area right outside Cary Grant big office. His desk was shining and modern. As was reception. Where as grant had a giant sepia desk. Tall dark bookshelves. A leather couch and a duad of leather, high backed president next to a tabular array in a street corner.

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

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred pounds and unattractive. She had greasy skin and piddling bristles of hair on her blobby font.

"well, you're a little bit of nothin'ain't ya ?"She said cheerily. Wiping Cheeto rubble on her jeans and sticking out her hired man.

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

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

"Let's starting you out dewy-eyed, hey buddy ?"Grant told him.

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

Then Mon sunup happened.

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

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

But grant wasn't finished."This isnt like your last job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have much to give you. You little wimp."Ian's eyes went troll at the free-and-easy affront."So, do better."

But unfortunately just after dejeuner,"I've seen your cypher prick. So I'm sure you are a failure in bed. Don't be here ok ?"It was another grammar erroneousness."Honestly I don't cognize 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 chief turned to go back into his office."I can't imagine why she would stay with a twink like you."

Then again, just before the closing of business. Another theme on his desk.

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

Ian just shook his foreland. Tears in his heart, not able to intrust his voice.

"Repeat after me : I'm a sissy, fluffer and my wife deserves effective peter than my earthnut bump."

With repulsion at what he was doing, Ian's oral fissure opened."I ... I'm a sissy ... sissy fluffer. My married woman deserves better cock than my peanut."

Grant was nodding along."Your nothing peanut swelling. Say it."

"I ... I have a nothing monkey nut bump."Ian admitted obediently.

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

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

That dark he thought he would have a problem 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 Duncan Grant's Bible out of his head.

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

The verbal revilement continued the rest of the week. Ian began to dread each clock time President Grant came out of his bureau.

Then came Friday. His boss seemed upbeat all day. No insults or anything. Even though Ian got back a mates reports with pocket-size errors on them.

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

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

Cary 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 make something from you to name up for that. That's carnival isn't it, Ian ?"

"Uh ... I guess."

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

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

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

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

"Unimaginative. whiteness cotton briefs ?"Duncan James Corrow Grant scoffed."That's what a short boy would wear."

It's what Ian had always worn. He bent over his gaffer's desk. Resting on his elbows, much like his wife did on the ping-pong tabular array. His ass presented to his political boss.

Ian let out a mild little grunt with each stinging strike, more like a whimper. He hadn't been so humiliated in a retentive metre. Grant's unattackable hand firmly paddled his troll sissy ass.

If Ian was a literal man he wouldn't standstill for such treatment. Instead tears freely trailed down his impudence as he gasped to each stern blow.

"You enjoyed it Ian."Duncan Grant chided when he finally stopped. The sissy shook his school principal, no."Your peanut bump says otherwise."

The self-aggrandising man slid a mitt between Ian's thigh. The weeping man clenched them, but was unable to stop Grant's fingers from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's lilliputian erection.

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

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

Ian squealed as grant swung upward. Slapping the sissy's spiritualist scrotum. Each strike sent shocks of painful sensation through Ian's soundbox. His visual modality flash red.

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

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

Ian pulled his falloff back on. Worried that he would get in trouble if he asked permission to clean himself up. Then he left. His regard downcast. Not capable to expect Grant in the eyes.

He had to tug home like that. Cum drying in his underclothes. His ass sore against the seat. His tiny ballock throbbing with pain.

That dark he couldn't get grueling 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 helper thinking about the spanking. His little prick getting hard under the covers. His helping hand stroked his little nub next to his sleeping wife.

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

On Mon subsidisation motioned Ian into his office as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be more of a man than to show back up."His boss taunted with a smirk."Well, if you are going to be the place milksop it's sentence to get down acting like it. shoot off your shirt and pants."

Ian wasn't sure what was going to happen 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."Grant 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 get into these for now."Grant told him. The big man pulled open a drawer in his desk. He handed the milksop a pair of new red, silk boxers."Put them on. Then deform over."

Ian stripped out of his tidy-whities. Blushing as he revealed his midget penis again. The little thing throbbing to an erection despite the awful situation.

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

Ian gasped through a twelve sharp spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my clothes ?"

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

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

Around ten in the cockcrow Amy came into response. That was a rarefied occurrence. She spent most of her days sitting around her desk in the computing machine room watching erotica.

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

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

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

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

It was basically true. mild he was less than in inch. Just a piddling bump. His balls were his only proof of manhood. Though they were diminutive too. Like shriveled raisins.

"Ooop ! Little turtleneck 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 protuberance back and forth a couple times before blowing him a buss and heading back to her body of work arena.

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

Always wearing those silk boxer.

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

Then it was Th forenoon.

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

"Amy will exact you to get climb. Body pilus is something a man has. Not you. When you get back your new work clothes will be waiting. ``

Humiliated, Ian followed Amy out of the place. His foreland 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 wall massage parlor. Apparently run by her babe.

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

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

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

Amy had him flip over and took great brutal use out of stripping around his hard little groundnut. Especially the pain in the ass from stripping his balls.

After an hour, Ian 's consistence 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 sound firm.

The ugly womanhood quickly stripped off her clothes. a big, pear shaped blob of au naturel adult female. She hopped on the table. Hairy, moist, zany straddling the sissy 's crotch.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

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

It was reliable, the bother and abasement had given his penis a raging three inch boner.

The ugly fair sex easily slid it in. Ian closed his eyes feeling the fat char move her cootch up and down his tiny pecker.

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

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

He frowned down at the bloodless lacing girdle, matching thong panties, and E. B. White thigh richly stockings. A perfect line to the dark upholstered chair.

total darkness high heels lay on the floor beneath.

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

He started with the scanty. Stepping into the carnal underclothes designed for cleaning woman. He slid the lash up his newly smooth legs. The tiny back settled between his feminine ass cheeks. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a punishment for being a sex objective. In the front, his penis fit snugly under the white lace. Even intemperate it stopped just scant of peeking out.

Ian stood for a present moment wear just the panties. His skin tingled and a shiver rolled through him. He knew he should just take the air out. Leave. There was no way he could accept this.

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

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

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

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

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

He sat for a moment, rocking back and forth on his nearly bare ass. Strangely savoring the feel of the lingerie on his soundbox. lilliputian shivers of excitement seemed to hustle through him, settling in his tiny prick.

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

Then he sat. He easily slid his dainty, stocking incubate base into the gamey heel. They had a shoulder strap that snapped around his calfskin and he didn't like the way they felt on his base. Like his articulatio talocruralis were always pointed down.

Ian spent the day typing up story. His unknown excitement never abating as he waited for his boss to holler in him.

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

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

"Come in, pussy. Turn around so I can get a good look."grant ordered.

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

"Good. Very in force. You need more pattern in blackguard though."Grant told him."Now come here."His confidence palpable, Grant crossed the room to one of the high backed leather chair in the recess. Patting his second joint. He watched Ian slowly, carefully approach.

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

The sissy could reek the old leather of the chairwoman. It's smell was strong. Masculine. dominant. One of grant's custody rested on the diminished 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."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. tap handprints appeared on the sissy's rear then faded before the next swat.

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

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

Ian gasped as Ulysses S. Grant swatted harder. Pale shape starting to last out pink. His diminutive cock throbbed with each spank.

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

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

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

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

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

Grant just grabbed the man's articulatio radiocarpea and pinned it to his binding. Against the lace of his stays.

He spanked the weeping Milquetoast's ass to a dark red. Grinning at Ian's ineffectively kicking leg. Clad in their Elwyn Brooks White stockings. like a damozel in distress.

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

Cary Grant stopped the spanking. He ran his fingertips in circles around the sissified's throbbing derrière. He could feel the high temperature rising from the punished bum.

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? Answer you fucking cock sucker !"Grant demanded. He Grabbed Ian's short whisker 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 words spilled out of Ian's mouth, cum drizzled out of his ridiculous cock.

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

Ian stood before his foreman dressed in lingerie. His sissy heading 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. Tears in his eyes and running down his sissy cheeks.

"Looks like mortal made a mess."Duncan Grant chuckled.

Ian looked down. They could both see his stained pantie. His tiny prick was piano again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lacing pony.

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

With a lump in his throat and a weighting in the pit of his venter, Ian pulled off the dirty panties. Lifting them to his human face. He could clearly see the picket slime.

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

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

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

Ian stumbled out of his bosses office. Nearly twisting an mortise joint in his strappy high hound.

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

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

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

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

Sitting, his first act was to rip on the pinko stockings. Covering his smooth legs in muliebrity. His piffling prick got toilsome with excitement. His ass clenched in anticipation of the day to get.

Ian stood admiring his reflection in the windowpane. Too girly to be a rattling man. Pink stockings with their lilliputian gamey prow high on his thighs. piddling prick standing to attention.

He grabbed the pantie and pulled them on next. Not a thong this prison term. Though the vertebral column only covered about half of his round bum. The hip joint had cute little neck ruff, and the silk felt cool and smooth against his hairless crotch.

Next Ian slipped on the high heels. Light dispirited to equalise the bows on his stockings. This yoke wasn't shiny. The material almost felt like velvet under his fingers. Once again they made his pes and ankles feel uncanny.

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

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

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

Early in the afternoon the straw man door chimed as it opened. Ian's heart went across-the-board as the delivery man rolled a slew of loge in.

"Gon na ask you to contract these."The Thomas Young man said. A handsome twenty something. Blonde with a chiseled jaw. Ian was always a bit intimidated by him. He reminded Ian of the type of jocks that bullied him in school.

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

"Costume political party ? fall behind a bet ?"The offspring man asked.

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

'' Huh. '' The man said thoughtfully. `` Tough job mart. '' The sissy couldn't meet the unseasoned man's centre.

'' Yes sir. ``

'' shuffling you look like a shtup bitch. '' Ian could find his little sissy member vellication at the Alpha 's scrutiny.

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

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

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

"The bow does a great job of announcing that you are a short stopcock sucker."Ian shivered at the man's words."You should severalise your honcho to get you a little neckband though. Complete the look."

The young man grinned at him."I'm in a hastiness today, though."He squeezed the footling prick hard enough to establish Ian moan."I'll have to take hold of you next week."

Then the Alpha was gone. Back out the door.

Grant came in to reception a lilliputian later. Taking a instant to admire his handcraft."What a little fuck wad."He smirked.

He had Ian stand and bending over his escritoire's desk. Lightly swatting the sissy's rear as he gave him direction.

"We will have a customer in later today. I want you to volunteer the man coffee and to contribute him a nice curtsy. Understand ?"

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

Ian 's Lorenz Hart skipped a meter when a dark-skinned middle eastern man came in. Giving the writing table a confused look.

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

He had watched a bunch of videos on curtsying after Grant had instructed him. Practicing cashbox he felt he was doing it right.

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

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

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

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

The man just shook his point and waited.

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

Just before close on Fri, Duncan James Corrow Grant called the sissy into his billet. Ian walked over to the desk. More sure-footed now in his blue high heels.

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

Submissive, in feminine intimate apparel and on his genu he looked up at Grant. Handsome and mighty in a darkness blue business leader suit reclining on a pitch-dark leather office sofa.

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

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

Ian looked at his honcho 's private parts. An obvious bump in those pant. He didn't want any of this. Didn't want to be a sissy.

Yet, he couldn't seem to defy 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 reach forward. To do this disgusting, degrading act.

About to say something, Ian looked up at his boss. slap ! Cary Grant open medal slapped the wimp across the face.

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

Ian reached forward running his palms up grant muscular second joint. His finger's breadth finding the man's shiny leather belt ammunition. He unbuckled then unzipped his honcho 's pants spreading the fly open air. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The office air was cool on his lingerie clad body.

blackamoor silk boxershorts covered the big difficult putz underneath. So muck larger than his own poor nub. Grant was probably eight inches, maybe even boastful.

In a haze Ian ran his fingers 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 shiny cloth.

Ian pulled the boxer down. The backbreaking hammer springing to the make. The pansy's fingers lightly slid up and down the shaft. Finally stopping at the tip, his quarter round and forefinger massage the helmet-like end. His gaze is drawn to a drop of pre-cum. His riff spread the glistening liquid in little circles.

Ian leaned forward, his body trembling. For the first time in his life, he tentatively stuck his knife out. Touching the hot veiny jibe of Grant's big dick. Giving it a fiddling poke.

With a silence moan he ran his tongue along the length of the penis. The sissy lightly kissed the tip when he reached the top. Ian could savor the acerb pre-cum. Then he kissed his way back down to concession musket ball.

Part of him wanted to run away. To end this revulsion that had gone too far. His optic blurred with tear as he sucked one hairy Lucille Ball in his mouth, then the former.

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

Ian licked his way up Grant's thick shaft again. Gripping the foundation of it with one deal he sucked the head into his oral fissure, tickling it with his tongue. Squeezing the gibe as Grant ran his fingers through the emasculate's haircloth.

"Mmm, your a unspoiled small cock all-day sucker. Aren't you, peanut ?"

Ian just moaned as he took Thomas More and more of his knob dick into his mouth, 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 shaft with his clenched fist.

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

Ian ran his tongue from balls to tip. Planting more than buss on his boss 's tool head, while he pumped him with his sissyish digit.

He could palpate 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 idolise his turncock.

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

Sucking the hammer back in his sass, Ian sucked hard while vigorously pumping the shaft. With his other mitt he lightly squeezed the bigger man 's chunk.

He could feel when Grant's ballock began to pump. The rooster in his backtalk twitched as it shot piercingly cum at the back of Ian 's throat.

watercourse after stream filled his mouth as the twink desperately swallowed the disgusting warm muck.

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

'' shuffle sure not to leave a mess, milksop. ``

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

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

Duncan James Corrow Grant simply waved him away.

That Nox when they went to wee bonk Wendy was surprised at Ian 's lack of fuzz. He explained that it was supposed to be a sexy surprisal.

The beautiful fair sex knew something was troubling her husband and thought this might be part of him trying to deal with it. He had been having a intemperate time getting erect. Probably from the stress of losing his job. They hadn't even tried to take a leak beloved since last weekend.

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

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

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

Wendy took him over her lap and gave him some light taps on his cunning ass. nada like President Grant's vicious lacing."Uh ... naughty. You are very naughty."She said.

His little shaft got tough anyway. Humiliated by his wife treating him like a petulant schoolgirl.

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

Ian felt marvelous thrusting into his wife, though. Laying between her cattle ranch thighs. The couple moaned together as they made erotic love.

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

Wendy was definitely a beautiful char. Long brown hair. Kind round font with a cute nose. Amazing breast, and a sweet trunk with curved shape.

Ian 's picayune beta dick had no byplay being stuck in a woman like that.

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

The client returned on Monday. The elderly, swarthy man. He obviously disapproved of Ian.

The Milquetoast wore a green one-piece thong. It was lacy and hugged his soundbox. He had matching stockings and the strappy, mordant gamey cad.

He curtsied for the man and got him chocolate.

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

'' Mr. Duncan James Corrow Grant says you are no man. ``

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

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

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

Still limp, he slurped the man noodle into his back talk. Sucking and licking boulder clay it grew hard. The taste of pre-cum a unattackable admonisher of what was about to happen.

Ian 's Milquetoast head bobbed up and down on the strange man 's voiceless shaft. The tip tickled the back of his throat. He slid his hand in the man's boxers. Cupping a couple of sweaty, hairy balls. Massaging them with his dainty fingers.

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

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

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

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

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

Ian could sense the man's orb sweat on his fingers the rest of the day. No matter how often her tried to absorb them fresh.

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

Wednesday Ian was wearing a little, taffeta, fagot skirt. Pink lace thong. total darkness garter with matching stockings. A pink A-cup bra that he couldn't halt tugging at. And strap on fairy wings.

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

Grant was standing in figurehead of his big desk. The pansy's prick twitched. A frighten frisson passed through him.

'' Bend over the desk cream-puff. '' Hiram Ulysses Grant ordered.

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

'' Do n't tattle back, Milquetoast. ``

Ian obediently bent over. Elbows on the strong dark Grant Wood. His skirt was so short that his bare ass and panty covered crotch were revealed. Vulnerable.

Grant rubbed the sissy's little pecker, then flicked his balls through the lace. Then he grabbed the waistband of the submissive man 's pink scanty. Ian 's center went spacious, as they were yanked down his round ass. Falling to the floor.

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

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

Ian whined when he felt Duncan Grant's digit separate his ass cheeks. He shivered as a big digit rubbed at his smashed anal flower. Lubing it. Circling the virgin cakehole. His whole world seemed to reel with the motion.

Ian hissed as the finger's breadth pressed inside him to the world-class knuckle. Painful and intrusive. Then it was gone.

subsidization leaned into the milksop. Grabbing his hair and yanking his head painfully up. His big, lube dick rubbed against Ian's round ass.

"Time to truly get to you my short bitch."Grant hissed into his ear.

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

Ian squealed as the cruel prick pierced him. Like it was drilling into his soul. His ass banquet open in a burst of infliction. Sissy split pit-patted onto the wooden desk.

Duncan Grant grunted in pleasure as his big pecker painfully jackhammered into the besotted fairy ass.

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

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

Ian was reduced to painful grunting. His body tingling all over. He couldn't avail pressing back into the man violating him. Helping the Alpha painfully ram home. He could palpate Duncan James Corrow Grant's lump slapping against his thigh he was so deep.

With a smile Grant triumphantly fucked the sissy secretary. Now seemingly a will participant in his own anal trespass.

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

Duncan James Corrow 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 genu. grant made him scavenge off his slimy cock. Ian slurped and licked Ulysses S. Grant's dick clean. His cheek grimaced at the repellent taste.

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

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

'' You must understand by now you are n't really a man. You are a genus Beta, a crybaby, a sissy. You are basically less than a woman. You were just made to function real number men, Alphas like me. '' Hiram Ulysses Grant lectured to him from above.

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

Thursday Ian wore a sheer Grey gown. It covered him from cervix to ankle. With a lacing bosom and a slit up one incline. Underneath his disgraceful thong and matching supporter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat charwoman was already nude. second joint spread, one paw already fingering her hairy cootch. A big smile on her face.

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

His shoulder slumped as Ian got to his knees. Pressing his expression between her meaty thighs.

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

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

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

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

His school principal low, the submissive man walked back to his secretaire's desk.

Ian frowned later, when the delivery man came in.

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

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

The Alpha reached around and gripped Ian 's surd little dick. Grunting with his effort the man quickly pumped the Milquetoast 's hammer as well."We had beta-fluffer like you back in my fraternity."The Danton True Young man explained."I know how you need to be treated."

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

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

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

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

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

Fri, after lunch President Grant called Ian into his post.

The sissy looked cute in his pink ruffled pantie. Pink stockings with the little blue curtain call. Matching blue high heels. And the pink cutoff nighty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Anyway she dates a guy called Franklin, but that eventually goes S. Now see the other bozo, they turn their back on John Hope Franklin. grounds they all want a shot at Wendy.

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

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

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

When concession got to the door, he opened it with a smile. Letting Wendy step in.

'' What is wrong with Ian. You were n't clear ... '' The beautiful brunette came to a halt when she saw her husband standing in sexy intimate apparel. Her eyes went wide with shock. A dark foreboding shivered through her body. Something was really faulty.

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

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

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

'' Sure, the sissy took a piddling blarney. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot damn he became a in force picayune SOB. '' Ulysses Grant taunted.

'' Do n't phone him that. Lets go Ian. '' She took a few whole step toward her husband. She could see the hope in his oculus. A modest spark of courage returning to the man she loved.

'' Not if he wants to hold back his job. ``

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

'' Yes, you do. Slut. ``

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

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

'' fold over the desk, whore. ``

Before this second Wendy would let said that she was a strong, free lance womanhood.

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

For a minute Wendy looked to her husband for musical accompaniment, hoping he could rescue her. All the pansy 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 palms on the top.

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

The Alpha reached around her front. Wendy clenched her eyes shut. Trying to envisage herself anywhere else, as his hired hand wrapped around her chest.

The office filled with a ripping sound. Wendy gasped in shock. In one spry movement grant tore the front of her courting open, blouse and all.

She could feel his strong fingers reach around the cupful of her bra. The start ghost on her bosom former than her husband in years.

Grant yanked her bra down, and Wendy's large, glorious breasts flopped out. She moaned a small as he roughly grabbed her marvellous globe. `` Do you roll in the hay how long I have waited to bet with these ? '' subsidization asked, squeezing and jiggling her mamilla.

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

Ian knew her titty were top-notch sensitive. He figured she might actually orgasm from the way her face was flushed. If 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 strawman 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 womanhood, much less one so beautiful.

Grant gave both nipple a weak slap. Then pushed on Wendy's back. Forcing her lower so that her cubitus were resting on the desk.

Grant grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly slid it up. Wendy, body palpitation, let out a little groan. meld with exhilaration, chagrin, and shame.

Slowly her T. H. White cotton panties were revealed. Covering a sweet round ass.

With a frown, Grant swatted the woman's ass twice. The audio causing Ian to skip over and his petty dick to nip with excitement at his married woman's abuse. `` You should be ashamed that your sissy husband wearable sexy underclothes than you. '' The handsome foreman chided.

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

Finally her sweet bare ass was fully revealed. Unable to support back any longer, grant quickly pulls out his hard putz.

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

He grabbed her ass and spread her pussylips open with his quarter round. Grinning at how wet she was. Then he shoved his rock severe putz into another man's wife. The farsighted sought after cunt of his friend, Wendy.

Her groan matched his as he sank all the way to his bollock. Her eyes went wide at the unaccustomed intrusion. His dick touched piazza inside her that Ian could never go for to reach with his sad, nothing, bump.

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

snag filled her eye even as her body responded. She was willingly violating her wedding ceremony vows. right field in nominal head of her be intimate married man.

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 approximative fucking.

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

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's ripe you slut. '' Grant slapped the harlot's face a third time.

Wendy's big tits slapped together in clock time with the Alpha 's deep thrusts. With his balls hitting her pussy, she could feel her climax building. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, infirm husband she tried to halt back. The reality of what Grant had done to them pushed her over.

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

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

Ian 's dick was heavy. His body responding to a real man properly servicing his wife. His hired hand kept sliding toward his panties. He had to make an effort not to jackoff to his lovely wife's troth.

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

The Alpha slapped her ass as he pulled out. subsidisation's softening peter was covered in glistening get it on slime. Ian hurried over obediently to drub it uncontaminating. Tasting both his boss and his wife's hot juice.

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

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

assignment sneered down at the pathetic poor devil as Ian obediently licked out the disgusting emollient pie. Wendy moaned with delight as her sissy married man's natural language licked her sore netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This time in her married man 's face. As her eubstance trembled violently. Her unit of ammunition ass jiggling. Her upper body collapsed on the desk.

Finally Ulysses Grant allowed the couple to stand up.

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

Wendy stood with her big tits still hanging out of her lacerate wooing, skirt indecently tucked up. Some of concession cum drizzled down her inner second joint. Her eubstance still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his pink intimate apparel and stockings, cum smeared on his pansy typeface. His dick was heavily in his pantie. He couldn't bear to satisfy anyone's heart in his shame at how change state on he was.

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

'' You do sir. '' Ian replied immediately, hanging his head 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 subsidization 's face. But as Her slit trembled to an aftershock, and she felt more than of the Alpha 's cum leak out of her she found herself saying, `` You own us sir. '' And also dropped her drumhead in shame.

Ulysses S. Grant grinned cruelly at his dirty toys. `` You can both demand the rest of the day off. But you ca n't fix yourselves up money box you are home. ``

He yanked Wendy's parry off. She gasped as he gave her nipples one last pinch. Sending an energize thrill through her.

The dissipated couple silently got in Wendy's car. They drove plate. Cum still leaked out of her twat, onto the car derriere.

At a brake light a car broad of college boys pointed and laughed at the duad. Wendy with her tits hanging out, Ian in garden pink intimate apparel.

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

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

The other boy ran around and dumped a half full 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 match sped off to the green light.

Finally home the twain silently showered together.

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

Ian sat heavily on their bed with a sigh.

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

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

"It's not just that."Ian admitted."I hate this, but he broke the walls inside me. I 'm a beta male person now. And early Alphas can smell 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 sissy took his wife's hand as she sat next to him."Even now part of you wants to go to him. To let him shout you."

'' Well, no more cover anything from me. We will go through this together. After all I could n't put up up to him either. '' Wendy assured him. `` And I know I will be wearing sexy underwear from now on. '' She said with a blush."Make love to me. Let's thrust that awful man from our minds."She asked. Her hand slipping to his genitals.

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

"delay on."Ian hopped up and moved to her underwear draftsman. Wendy watched, queer and a little horrify as her husband pulled on a pair of her stockings.

knit stitch white, with a niggling lace. His gumshoe was fully erect before he finished.

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

"seminal fluid here, love."She ordered.

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

Now she slurped up his flyspeck mother fucker and sucked.

Ian moaned his pleasure as his married woman blew him. Then he returned the favor. Pulling her thighs close and licking her cunt while his cock was in her mouthpiece.

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

After they made love they fell asleep in each former's arm.

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

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

Then came Billy Sunday ...

'seminal fluid OVER. AND wreak YOUR tart WIFE'was the textbook grant sent in the dayspring.

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