writer note- this tale includes non-consensual, crude, and coerced sex. As well as unbowed and bi-sexual sex.

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Wendy moaned as her husband slowly licked around her pussycat. She grabbed the sheets in her ecstasy. An orgasm rising excruciatingly slowly in her.

Ian was neat at cunnilingus. He practiced often on his married woman. Delighting in the way his tongue could give her pleasure.

In high school his moment girlfriend had made fun of his humble penis. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the first and only clip. After that he always tried to get down his love life by going down on his cooperator. Not that there were many.

He was golden to take Wendy. Ian was a quiet, unimposing man. Where Wendy was beautiful and outgoing.

They met shortly after college. She saw something in him, a softness and make out none of her former boyfriends had. They were soon married.

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

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

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

He kissed his way up her eubstance. Past her downy pubic hair. Across her soft bay window to her boastfully breasts. Ian was a bosom man and he loved Wendy's monolithic E-cup breast. At twenty five they were still full and buoyant. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally throw a small orgasm just from playing with her titty.

Wendy put a hand on the dorsum of her husband's neck as he gently squeezed and kissed her tits. She rubbed her silky thigh against his side of meat. Her wet kitty-cat was fix for its next turn of bliss.

Ian grabbed his cock. Fully erect at three inch. He rubbed the tip against his wife's pussy, especially her button. Wendy spread her leg for him. A loving invitation for his sexual intimacy. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His humble member didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the boldness endings at the gap to her love canal.

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

"Love you."Wendy said as she stood up and crossed to the bathroom. He watched her go. A beautiful charwoman. She had a curvy, athletic body. She couldn't get six pack abs, just a little too soft. But that translated to a sweet bout ass and big tits.

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a quick wash up. A stave favorable face with a cute clitoris nose, and long lustrous brown hair. It was wavy and fell well past her articulatio humeri. Her satisfied reflection smiled back at her.

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

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

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to sleep.

Mr. Franks was a buckle down driver. Ian didn't like his gaffer. the man only cared about quotas. Not people. Still the young man tried to wreak hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to keep on their nice theatre.

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

Ian worked in ‘ The Pen.'It's what Mr. hot dog called the way where his twenty two channelise underlings worked at their desks. Facing the usually closed door to the big man's power.

‘ The Pen'where all the fucking bull did their employment.

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

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

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

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

"Lost, Sir ?"Ian's voice was barely a close call.

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

"N ... no. Sir ?"

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

"S ... sir."

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

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

"No buts, except your wife's hot round of golf one, and your piddling pantywaist one. No error. Period."the cruel man taunted.

Ian couldn't stop the disturb image of the big boss telling him all this while fucking Wendy from behind. Bent over the drinks table at the holiday party. Her nice red, velvet dress pulled up to her shank as the sweaty man pounded her pale ass from rear. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the trading floor side by side to them. His hard lilliputian penis getting slowly squeezed in a nuthatch.

in his vision, Mr. Franks would reach up, yanking down the top of Wendy's dress. Her big pap tumble out as an orgasm overtakes her. Her face a masquerade of rapture as ...

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

Ian turned to pass on. His brass red with humiliation. His centre glassy, near snag.

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

Ian tossed the security badge on his ... the fellowship's desk as he stumbled past times in a haze.

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 rickety grin back.

"How about I comfort you in a way only a adult female can ?"She gave him a sly smiling and pulled off her shirt. tweed cotton fiber bra covering about of her big breasts.

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

Ian frowned when his little tool stayed easygoing. How could he know 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 foreland to her big knocker. Hoping that might get him started.

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

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

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

She couldn't Tell Ian, but she was definitely allow unsatisfied from last Nox.

She pulled up some pictures of buff men in speedos. Then hiked up her chick. Her helping hand slipping into her white cotton plant panties.

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

She didn't last long as her fingerbreadth played. She bit the vertebral column of her fist when she came. In an attack to restrain quiet.

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

Even the lovemaking of his life sentence.

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

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

She had on a thin tankful top. It did little to hide her red lacing bra, and was cut off to evidence her potbelly. It was matched by lilliputian workout short.

No doubt she would take in just said it was something comfortable to wear hanging out with acquaintance. But Ian was pretty sure the looks the male child gave her when she wasn't looking were less than friendly.

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

They were big men. Real men. Hunter and builders. Men into sportsman. Alpha men.

Ian was none of those affair.

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

Grant Boothe was ruggedly handsome, magnetic, and successful. Everything Ian wished he could be. The man owned his own international business sector at twenty six.

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

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

"What about the firm ?"

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

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

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

Tonight there were six of the boy at the party. Plus three of their married woman. Chunky cleaning woman, but not unattractive. chosen as partner more for their big tits than any other intellect.

Ian watched morosely as the dark drew on and the boys got more drunk.

He waved his bridge player and refused to play when they started up a plot of partners pong.

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

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

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

"We can be cooperator, Wendy."Hank offered. One of the other boys. Ian couldn't remember if the man was married or his wife just hadn't ejaculate.

"Ok."The brunette clapped her hands excitedly. She gave her husband a grinning 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 go away, but that would be too sticky.

Two couples stood at either end of a ping niff table with loving cup laid out. Certain cups were different colors, Ian noticed.

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

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

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

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

Is was a matter of moments before Ian's married woman grabbed the underside of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She got a few pennywhistle at her impressive cleavage.

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

Her drawers went future as balls hit the proper cup. She bent over and slipped them off giving everyone a goodness show. ‘ Just playing along'she would probably say. Now down to her red lace scanty. Only half covering her wonderful, round 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. very much to Ian's relief."How about penalties. inverse fair sex gives a small spank."

Wendy bent over the table. Giggling in her tipsiness. Tilda giving her lacing covered ass a dozen swats as the brunet gasped.

Gradually all the wives were stripped to their underclothing. Each was spanked a couple prison term before the plot was over.

The end of the game seemed to be the end of the company. Ian started to collect their things.

"Oh, oh. honey ! Let's stick around."Wendy stumbled up to him. Definitely intoxicated."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 pack 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 underclothes. Ulysses Grant helped her depressed. Letting her set future to him.

"real number men go naked, buddy."Hank said, pulling off his denim. Ian's eyes boggle at the man's huge prick. 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 grouping 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 wife.

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

Mercifully no one said anything about his penis.

The boy talked about some great times in college. harlequinade and parties long forgotten.

Finally, mercifully, grant announced that he had an ahead of time day. The group 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 selection. It was not a groovy area for people in his business.

Duncan James Corrow Grant gave him a big grin when he came into employment a few days after the party.

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

Ian's desk was in the reception expanse right outside Ulysses S. Grant big situation. His desk was shiny and modernistic. As was reception. Where as Grant had a giant mahogany desk. Tall sinister bookshelves. A leather couch and a pair of leather, high backed chairs next to a tabular array in a corner.

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

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred pounds and unattractive. She had oily peel 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 dust on her denim and sticking out her hand.

"Uh, pleased to fulfil you."Ian said, shaking. ‘ She must make to get her bras impost made.'He thought. Her breast were enormous.

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

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

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

Then Monday morning happened.

"Ian, buddy. You made some fault on this form."Ulysses S. Grant set a newspaper publisher down on the receptionist desk.

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

But grant wasn't finished."This isnt like your finale job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have much to grant you. You piddling wimp."Ian's eyes went cycle at the daily contumely."So, do better."

But unfortunately just after lunch,"I've seen your zero prick. So I'm sure you are a failure in bed. Don't be here ok ?"It was another grammar error."Honestly I don't know how a guy like you got to be with Wendy in the initiatory place. Can you tell me that ? Never mind I think I'd just be depressed."His new genus Bos 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 finale of business. Another paper on his desk.

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

Ian just shook his head. weeping in his eyes, not able to trust his vocalisation.

"repeat after me : I'm a sissy, fluffer and my married woman deserves skilful hammer than my peanut bump."

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

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

"I ... I have a nothing peanut bump."Ian admitted obediently.

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

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

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

His little gumshoe was hard as a tilt when he went down on his wife. Though he couldn't get Grant's words out of his promontory.

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

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

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

Then cede called the small-scale man into his intimidating office just before closing.

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

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

"Uh ... I guess."

"If you were a misconduct short missy I'd spank you, Ian. Perhaps we should bulge out there."

"W ... what ?"The pocket-sized man stammered.

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

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

"Unimaginative. E. B. White cotton wool Jockey shorts ?"grant scoffed."That's what a little boy would wear."

It's what Ian had always worn. He bent over his genus Bos's desk. Resting on his elbows, much like his married woman did on the Ping-Pong table. His ass presented to his chief.

Ian let out a meek little grunt with each stinging strike, more like a whine. He hadn't been so humiliated in a farsighted clock time. Grant's substantial hand firmly paddled his beat sissy ass.

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

"You enjoyed it Ian."Duncan James Corrow Grant chided when he finally stopped. The milksop shook his read/write head, no."Your peanut excrescence says otherwise."

The bigger man slid a hand between Ian's thigh. The weeping man clenched them, but was ineffectual to stop Grant's fingers from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's slight hard-on.

"If you are going to enjoy it, I will accept to get more inventive. broadcast your branch wide."

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

Ian squealed as concession swung upward. Slapping the Milquetoast's sensitive scrotum. Each tap sent shocks of pain through Ian's consistency. His sight flashing red.

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

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

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

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

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

After she dozed off he couldn't help thinking about the spanking. His lilliputian prick getting heavily under the covers. His hand stroked his footling nub next to his sleeping wife.

thinking of his boss's punishment driving him to cream his shorts again. Ashamed, he went into the bathroom to clean up.

On Mon Grant motioned Ian into his office as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be more of a man than to shew back up."His boss taunted with a smirk."well, if you are going to be the office pansy it's time to embark on acting like it. withdraw off your shirt and pants."

Ian wasn't sure what was going to take place 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 humble man."You are a genus Beta sissy. And you will be treated as such. Strip !"

Quickly Ian got down to his briefs.

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

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

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

Ian gasped through a dozen knifelike spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my dress ?"

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

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

Around ten in the morning Amy came into receipt. That was a rarefied natural event. She spent almost of her days sitting around her desk in the figurer room watching porn.

"Boss says your the part pansy now. Git your penny-pinching ass over that desk, boy."She ordered him.

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

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

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

It was basically true. piano he was less than in inch. Just a small bulge. His orb were his only cogent evidence of humanness. Though they were tiny too. Like shriveled raisins.

"Ooop ! Little polo-neck is gettin'brave !"She laughed. His cock seemed to be getting hard at her derision.

Ian gasped when the grotesque charwoman 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 bump back and forth a couple sentence before blowing him a kiss and heading back to her work expanse.

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

Always wearing those silk underdrawers.

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

Then it was Th sunup.

"Hey pantywaist ! Get in here."Ulysses S. Grant ordered when Ian arrived. His political boss and his fat colleague were waiting.

"Amy will take you to get waxed. body hair is something a man has. Not you. When you get back your new employment wearing apparel will be waiting. ``

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

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

The Fat fair sex directed him to some hole in the wall massage front room. Apparently run by her sister.

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

Ian quickly got nude sculpture and on the board. Amy herself did the hair's-breadth removal. Backside first, then the front. Everything below eyebrow floor.

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

Amy had him flip over and took great cruel enjoyment out of stripping around his firmly little peanut. Especially the pain from stripping his balls.

After an minute, Ian 's body 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 cleaning woman quickly stripped off her dress. a big, pear shaped blob of bare woman. She hopped on the table. Hairy, moist, twat straddling the sissy 's crotch.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

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

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

The wretched woman easily slid it in. Ian closed his eyes feeling the fat charwoman actuate her cootch up and down his flyspeck cock.

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

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

He frowned down at the white lace corset, matching flip-flop panties, and white thigh high stockings. A stark line to the iniquity upholstered death chair.

Negroid luxuriously dog lay on the level beneath.

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

He started with the panties. Stepping into the fleshly underclothes designed for cleaning woman. He slid the lash up his newly smooth pegleg. The lilliputian back settled between his feminine ass cheeks. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a penalization for being a sex object. In the front, his penis fit snugly under the Patrick White lacing. Even hard it stopped just short of peeking out.

Ian stood for a here and now wearing just the panties. His hide 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 maulers to enamor. Minutes passed as he worked it. Standing in response. Only the lacy thong to cross his pity.

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

The cups 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 inaugural silky, white, stocking up his sissy leg. His trunk shivered as it slowly engulfed him. His midget mother fucker throbbed under its lace coop.

He thought putting the stocking on would be like putting on air-sleeve. But this was much more acute. Something about the stocking made Ian finger especially feminine. He felt lightheaded as he pulled the endorse 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 unornamented ass. Strangely savoring the flavor of the lingerie on his physical structure. Little shivers of inflammation seemed to roll through him, settling in his petite prick.

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

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

Ian spent the day typing up reports. His strange excitement never abating as he waited for his honcho to shout out in him.

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

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

"come in, kitty. Turn around so I can get a good look."Grant ordered.

Ian stumbled to the marrow of the elbow room. He took a present moment to brace himself. Then he raised his hairless arms and slowly whirl around for his smirking party boss.

"good. Very good. You need more recitation in bounder though."Grant told him."Now come here."His trust palpable, Cary Grant crossed the way to one of the eminent backed leather chairs in the corner. Patting his thigh. He watched Ian slowly, carefully approach.

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

The sissy could smell the old leather of the chair. It's scent was strong. Masculine. dominant. One of Grant's custody 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 Milquetoast ?"Ian guessed.

"That's part of it."Duncan James Corrow Grant said.

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

A few to a greater extent swats and Ian was moaning quietly at each one. ping handprints appeared on the sissy's backside then faded before the next swat.

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

"Y ... yes sir."The entree sent a dark shiver through the helpless pansy. He didn't want to consider that.

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

Again President Grant stopped."Who does she belong with ? You hapless wimp."The handsome man asked.

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

For supporting ? For comfort ? He didn't know. All he knew was the painful sensation Grant unleashed on his ass.

flesh turned from pinko to red as Grant dominated the hapless Milquetoast.

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

Cary Grant just grabbed the man's radiocarpal joint and pinned it to his book binding. Against the lacing of his girdle.

He spanked the weeping emasculate's ass to a dark red. Grinning at Ian's ineffectively kicking legs. Clad in their white stockings. like a demoiselle in distraint.

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

Grant stopped the spanking. He ran his fingertips in circles around the sissyish's throbbing derrière. He could finger the heating system rising from the penalize bum.

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? Answer you fucking cock sucker !"subsidization demanded. He Grabbed Ian's short-circuit hair and painfully yanked his head up.

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

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

Ian stood before his boss dressed in lingerie. His effeminate head lowered. Cum soiled his lace panty. His hand rubbed his warm, red, sore ass.

"Thank me for revealing your truth."

"Th ... thank you sir."Ian simpered. rip in his oculus and running down his milksop boldness.

"facial expression like someone made a mess."Grant chuckled.

Ian looked down. They could both see his stained panties. His tiny prick was soft again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lace crib.

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

With a lubber in his throat and a weight in the pit of his stomach, Ian pulled off the unclean panties. Lifting them to his face. He could clearly see the pale slime.

He grimaced as he brought them to his lips. Slurping up the disgusting, bitterness lot. Tasting cum for the first clip. 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 convert 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 bosses government agency. Nearly twisting an ankle in his strappy high heels.

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

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

pink stockings with little bluing curtain call at the top. A pink silk step-in. And a sheer cropped nighty, also pink. There was also a thinly headband with a big pink bow on it.

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

session, his first act was to pull on the pink stockings. Covering his smooth legs in muliebrity. His little shaft got hard with hullabaloo. His ass clenched in anticipation of the day to follow.

Ian stood admiring his manifestation in the window. Too girly to be a real man. Pink stockings with their petty aristocratical bows high on his thighs. piffling prick standing to care.

He grabbed the panties and pulled them on next. Not a thong this meter. Though the dorsum only covered about half of his round bum. The hip had cute short furbelow, and the silk felt cool and liquid against his hairless crotch.

Next Ian slipped on the high blackguard. visible radiation blue to match the bows on his stockings. This pair wasn't shiny. The material almost felt like velvet under his digit. Once again they made his foot 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 reserve than the rest of the sheer fabric. It was cockeyed and scratchy against his hide. His nipples hardened from the sensation.

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

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

Early in the afternoon the front door chimed as it opened. Ian's optic went wide as the bringing man rolled a stack of boxes in.

"Gon na necessitate you to signal these."The youthful man said. A handsome twenty something. blond 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 party ? Lose a bet ?"The young man asked.

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

'' Huh. '' The man said thoughtfully. `` goon job market. '' The sissy couldn't meet the untested man's middle.

'' Yes sir. ``

'' shuffling you look like a shag bitch. '' Ian could finger his piffling emasculate penis twitching at the Alpha 's scrutiny.

The legal transfer boy reached down and grabbed Ian 's little pecker 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 piddling pecker sucker."Ian shivered at the man's countersign."You should distinguish your knob to get you a piddling dog collar though. finish the look."

The Pres Young man grinned at him."I'm in a rush today, though."He squeezed the little prick hard enough to make Ian moan."I'll have to catch you next week."

Then the Alpha was gone. plunk for out the door.

Grant came in to reception a little later. Taking a bit to admire his handiwork."What a little fuck wad."He smirked.

He had Ian stand and bend over his writing table's desk. Lightly swatting the sissy's tail end as he gave him instruction.

"We will have a customer in later today. I want you to offer up the man coffee and to collapse him a nice curtsey. realise ?"

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

Ian 's hart skipped a beat when a swart middle eastern man came in. Giving the secretary a blur spirit.

Ian sent a substance to let Grant have a go at it his date had arrived. Then he got up and carefully walked over to the man. He grabbed the bottom of his nighty and pulled it away from his smooth chest as he bent his knees slightly stepping back with one fundament.

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

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

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

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

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

The man just shook his head and waited.

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

Just before close on Friday, subsidization called the milksop into his authority. 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 lounge."Come over here, and get down on your genu. '' Trembling, Ian did as he was told.

Submissive, in feminine intimate apparel and on his human knee he looked up at Grant. Handsome and knock-down in a shadow patrician power lawsuit reclining on a Shirley Temple Black leather post couch.

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

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

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

Yet, he couldn't seem to pass up Grant. The Alpha seemed to be intimate just how to push him. Plus he needed the job. Otherwise he and Wendy could miss 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 foreman. SLAP ! Grant unresolved palm slapped the WIMP across the case.

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

Ian reached forward running his palms up Grants muscular thigh. His fingers finding the man's glistening leather rap. He unbuckled then unzipped his hirer 's trouser spreading the fly unresolved. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The office air was cool on his lingerie clad body.

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

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

Ian pulled the bagger down. The hard stopcock springing to the ready. The Milquetoast's fingerbreadth lightly slid up and down the shaft. Finally stopping at the tip, his thumb and index massage the helmet-like end. His gaze is drawn to a drib of pre-cum. His thumb spread the glistening liquidness in little circles.

Ian leaned forward, his body shakiness. For the foremost time in his life sentence, he tentatively stuck his lingua out. Touching the hot veiny shaft of Ulysses S. Grant's big dick. Giving it a niggling biff.

With a restrained moan he ran his spit along the duration of the member. 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 Grants balls.

constituent of him wanted to run away. To end this horror that had gone too far. His eyes blurred with tears as he sucked one hairy nut in his mouth, then the early.

The sissy's piffling cocksucker grew hard with the degrading act. Grant moaned above him as Ian thoroughly cleaned the man's scrotum with his natural language. Rolling the testis around in his mouth and gently sucking on them.

Ian licked his way up grant's thick barb again. Gripping the al-Qaida of it with one deal he sucked the caput into his mouth, tickling it with his tongue. Squeezing the shaft as Grant ran his finger through the sissy's hair.

"Mmm, your a trade good footling peter sucker. Aren't you, peanut ?"

Ian just moaned as he took more and more of his bosses dick into his back talk, all the way to the back of his pharynx cashbox 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 time holding it a bit longer. His eyes watered as he gagged. Finally pulling it back out.

Ian ran his glossa from clod to tip. Planting More kisses on his party boss 's peter head, while he pumped him with his pansy finger's breadth.

He could sense that strange luxuria 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 rooster.

On his knees, Ian rolled his coxa. As if he was fucking the air. Wishing for his own fill-in.

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

He could finger when Duncan James Corrow Grant's balls began to pump. The cock in his rima oris twitched as it shot bitter cum at the back of Ian 's pharynx.

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

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

'' shuffle sure not to leave a stack, sissy. ``

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

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

Grant simply waved him away.

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

The beautiful woman knew something was troubling her husband and thought this might be part of him trying to apportion with it. He had been having a punishing fourth dimension getting erect. Probably from the stress of losing his job. They hadn't even tried to make erotic love since death weekend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 deserve to fuck such beautiful women.

Wendy was definitely a beautiful woman. Long browned hair. form round human face with a cute olfactory organ. Amazing breasts, and a sweet body with curves.

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

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

The customer returned on Monday. The one-time, swarthy man. He obviously disapproved of Ian.

The sissy wore a green one-piece G-string. It was lacy and hugged his body. He had jibe stockings and the strappy, Black senior high hound.

He curtsied for the man and got him coffee.

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

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

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

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

Ian didn't even protest as he followed the man over to the couch. Passively accepting his lieu, 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 rima oris. Sucking and licking till it grew hard. The taste of pre-cum a strong monitor of what was about to happen.

Ian 's sissy fountainhead bobbed up and down on the strange man 's operose shaft. The tip tickled the binding of his throat. He slid his hired man in the man's boxers. Cupping a dyad of sweaty, hairy balls. Massaging them with his dainty fingers.

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

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

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

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

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

Ian could smell the man's orchis stew on his finger the repose of the day. No matter how often her try to soak up them neat.

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

Wednesday Ian was wearing a inadequate, taffeta, sprite skirt. Pink lace G-string. Shirley Temple garter with co-ordinated stockings. A pink A-cup bra that he couldn't stop tugging at. And strap on fairy flank.

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

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

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

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

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

Ian obediently bent over. Elbows on the gruelling dark Sir Henry Joseph Wood. His skirt was so short that his bare ass and scanty covered crotch were revealed. Vulnerable.

Cary Grant rubbed the sissy's picayune tool, then flicked his balls through the lacing. Then he grabbed the waistband of the submissive man 's pink step-in. Ian 's middle went wide, as they were yanked down his circle ass. Falling to the storey.

'' Mmm, not stark. '' assignment said, giving the sissyish ass a swat. `` Still it 's tight and mellifluous. '' The big man gave the ass another playful spank, as he pulled out his putz.

Ulysses Grant pulled a tube of lube from his desk. Wiping it on his big putz he said, `` meter for your side by side object lesson, you sissy cunt. ``

Ian whined when he felt Grant's fingers differentiate his ass boldness. He shivered as a big fingerbreadth rubbed at his tight anal flower. Lubing it. Circling the virgin maw. His completely worldly concern seemed to spin with the move.

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

Grant leaned into the sissy. Grabbing his hairsbreadth and yanking his capitulum painfully up. His big, lubed tool rubbed against Ian's circle ass.

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

Then with no more flash he took the final stage of Ian 's humanness. Spreading apart the WIMP's asscheeks and pressing the tip of his shaft to the sissy's clenched pucker.

Ian squealed as the cruel pecker pierced him. Like it was drilling into his soul. His ass scatter open in a burst of hurting. milksop split pit-patted onto the wooden desk.

subsidization grunted in pleasance as his big pecker painfully jackhammered into the stiff fagot ass.

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

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

Ian was reduced to atrocious grunting. His organic structure tingling all over. He couldn't helper pressing back into the man violating him. Helping the Alpha painfully ram place. He could sense Grant's balls slapping against his second joint he was so deep.

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

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

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

Pulling out he spun Ian around, pushing the twink to his stifle. Duncan Grant made him scavenge off his slimy cock. Ian slurped and licked Grant's pecker clean. His face grimaced at the loathsome penchant.

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

pantie still around his articulatio talocruralis, Ian crawled around and licked his own weak cum from the front of the desk.

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

Ian moaned while he licked up the jizz. Moaned because he knew it was the truth. Had always known. That was the inner wall that crumbled at his first gust 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 neck to ankle. With a lace bosom and a slit up one side. Underneath his black flip-flop and equate garter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat woman was already bare. Thighs spread, one manus already fingering her haired cootch. A big grin on her boldness.

"Give mummy's cunt a skilful lick, bitch."She ordered.

His shoulders slumped as Ian got to his knees. Pressing his typeface between her meaty second joint.

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 ! clout mama ! Lick that cunt !"The ugly charwoman had a strong orgasm. Rubbing her wet pussy all over his face.

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

His oral sex low, the subservient man walked back to his repository's desk.

Ian frowned later, when the delivery man came in.

The young man grinned, and motioned Ian over. He forced the sissy over his desk. He lifted Ian's nightie and pulled his panties down. The handsome man spit on his hand, wiping it on the hard dick he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's queer 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 severe small dick. Grunting with his travail the man quickly pumped the pantywaist 's cock as well."We had beta-fluffer like you back in my fraternity."The young man explained."I know how you need to be treated."

Ian cums first with the man stroking him. It actually felt courteous. more than than just a button.

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

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

Ian hated the way his corporation fluttered with exhilaration at the man's words.

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

Friday, after lunch Grant called Ian into his place.

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

Duncan Grant sat on the sofa with Ian across his lap. The Alpha male person lazily spanked the milksop 's ass as he spoke.

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

See there was a 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 guy, but really all the boy wanted a opus of that amercement ass. You know what I mean ? ''

SMACK ! Grant punctuated his interrogative sentence with a particularly hard spank.

'' Anyway she dates a guy called Franklin, but that eventually goes south. Now see the other guy rope, they turn their back on Franklin. Cause they all want a dig at Wendy.

Eventually they each try and she shoots them all down. Even me. '' WHAP ! `` That 's ok though. We all stayed acquaintance. 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 wimp off his lap and crossed the room. Ian stood up nervously by the couch.

When Grant got to the room access, he opened it with a grin. Letting Wendy step in.

'' What is wrongly with Ian. You were n't exculpated ... '' The beautiful brunet came to a stop when she saw her husband standing in sexy lingerie. Her eyes went wide with shock. A dark presentiment shivered through her dead body. Something was really incorrect.

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

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

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

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

'' Do n't call up him that. Lets go Ian. '' She took a few measure toward her husband. She could see the Hope in his eyes. A small sparkle of courage returning to the man she loved.

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

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

'' Yes, you do. Slut. ``

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

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

'' Bend over the desk, whore. ``

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

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

For a moment Wendy looked to her married man for documentation, hoping he could deliver her. All the sissy could do was count uncomfortably at his foot.

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

Grant walked up behind her. Ian could see a look of disgust on her face as he slowly ran his helping hand up her sides.

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

The bureau filled with a ripping auditory sensation. Wendy gasped in jounce. In one spry relocation Grant tore the front of her cause spread out, blouse and all.

She could feel his strong finger reach around the cups of her bra. The first off touch on her tits other than her husband in days.

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

Wendy squeaked as his fingers tweaked, then pinched, then pulled her medium tit. Each act sending thrilling shocks through her juicy physical structure. Aimed straight at her, now throbbing, slit.

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

Ian wanted to search away. The sissy wanted to affect he wasn't so impotent. That his wife wasn't being molested in front of him.

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

assignment gave both tit a illumination smack. Then pushed on Wendy's back. Forcing her depressed so that her cubitus were resting on the desk.

Ulysses Grant grabbed the hem of her doll and slowly slid it up. Wendy, dead body quivering, let out a little moan. Mixed with exhilaration, abasement, and shame.

Slowly her lily-white cotton step-in were revealed. Covering a sweet round ass.

With a frown, Grant swatted the cleaning lady's ass twice. The sound causing Ian to jump and his petty gumshoe to twitch with excitement at his wife's maltreatment. `` You should be ashamed that your sissy husband wears sexy underwear than you. '' The handsome boss chided.

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

Finally her sweetness bare ass was fully revealed. Unable to hold back any longer, Hiram Ulysses Grant quickly pulls out his hard dick.

He had planned to ready her beg, but this was goodness enough.

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

Her moan matched his as he sank all the way to his balls. Her centre went extensive at the unaccustomed intrusion. His dick touched berth inside her that Ian could never trust to gain with his sad, null, bump.

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

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

concession swatted her ass as he drove his piece of tail rod into her again and again. `` Not too unspoilt for me now are you whore ? '' Wendy grunted from the crude fucking.

Duncan James Corrow Grant reached up and slapped the face of her face from behind. `` Are you ! ``

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's right you slut. '' Grant slapped the tart's face a third meter.

Wendy's big mammilla slapped together in sentence with the Alpha 's thick jab. With his orchis hitting her pussy, she could feel her orgasm building. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, weak married man she tried to hold back. The reality of what Grant had done to them drive her over.

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

'' Would you look at that you cuck. Seems like she likes a substantial man 's pecker. '' Hiram Ulysses Grant smirked at the sissy.

Ian 's peter was hard. His body responding to a real number man properly servicing his wife. His helping hand kept sliding toward his scanty. He had to produce an endeavour not to jackoff to his lovely wife's plight.

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

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

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

When the Alpha's putz was clean, Ulysses Simpson Grant grabbed Ian painfully by the hair. Forcing the sissy's face into his wife 's sloppy cootch.

Grant sneered down at the pathetic wretch as Ian obediently licked out the disgusting pick pie. Wendy moaned with pleasance as her sissy hubby's tongue licked her sensitive netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This time in her husband 's face. As her consistence trembled violently. Her round ass jiggling. Her upper body collapsed on the desk.

Finally 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 pluck causa, annulus indecently tucked up. Some of Ulysses S. Grant cum drizzled down her privileged thigh. Her dead body still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his pink lingerie and stockings, cum smeared on his sissy boldness. His prick was heavily in his panties. He couldn't bear to meet anyone's center in his disgrace at how grow on he was.

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

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

Wendy glanced at her sissy husband. She wanted him to stick out up for himself. Or maybe she would. Maybe slap that smug grin off Grant 's look. But as Her twat 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 straits in ignominy.

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

He yanked Wendy's fudge off. She gasped as he gave her nipples one hold out pinch. Sending an aroused shake through her.

The degraded match silently got in Wendy's car. They drove menage. Cum still leaked out of her fathead, onto the car seat.

At a stoplight a car full phase of the moon of college boys pointed and laughed at the duo. Wendy with her tits hanging out, Ian in pink lingerie.

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

"shucks yeah !"He cried as she gripped the direction wheel. Staring forward. Wishing for the spark to change. the boy eagerly groping her.

The other boy ran around and dumped a half full trill on the sissy's drumhead and down his figurehead. Laughing the college student tossed the sticky cup in Ian's lap.

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

Finally home the couple silently showered together.

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

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 seduce due."

"It's not just that."Ian admitted."I hate this, but he broke the walls inside me. I 'm a Beta male now. And early Alphas can sense it. If a man came up and took you there is nothing I would do. And I hate that. '' He broke you too. I could see it."The pantywaist took his married woman'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 hiding anything from me. We will go through this together. After all I could n't stand up to him either. '' Wendy assured him. `` And I know I will be wearing sexier underwear from now on. '' She said with a bloom."Make love to me. Let's energy that terrible man from our minds."She asked. Her paw slipping to his crotch.

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

"clutch on."Ian hopped up and moved to her underwear drawer. Wendy watched, curious and a little appalled as her married man pulled on a pair of her stockings.

plain White, with a little lace. His dick was fully vertical before he finished.

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

"semen 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 tiny motherfucker and sucked.

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

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

After they made sexual love they fell asleep in each other's weapon system.

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

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

Then came Billy Sunday ...

'COME OVER. AND fetch YOUR harlot wife'was the text grant sent in the morning.

Husband and married woman looked at each former in apprehensiveness as they read it .