author note- this tarradiddle includes non-consensual, pugnacious, and coerced sex. As well as directly and bi-sexual sex.

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

Ian was great at cunnilingus. He practiced often on his wife. Delighting in the way his tongue could kick in her delight.

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

He was lucky to take in Wendy. Ian was a hushed, 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 knife slid between her netherlips, Wendy's orgasm began approaching lots 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 body. Past her downy pubic fuzz. Across her lenient tummy to her large breasts. Ian was a breast man and he loved Wendy's monumental E-cup boob. At twenty five they were still full and buoyant. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally throw a pocket-size orgasm just from playing with her tits.

Wendy put a hand on the spinal column of her husband's neck as he gently squeezed and kissed her tits. She rubbed her slick second joint against his side. Her wet pussycat was ready for its side by side round of blissfulness.

Ian grabbed his cock. Fully erect at three in. He rubbed the tip against his wife's pussy, especially her clitoris. Wendy spread her branch for him. A make out invitation for his sexual intimacy. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His low penis didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the brass close at the chess opening to her erotic love canal.

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

"passion you."Wendy said as she stood up and crossed to the bathroom. He watched her go. A beautiful fair sex. She had a curvy, athletic trunk. She couldn't get six ingroup abs, just a small too mild. But that translated to a sweet round ass and big pap.

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a quick wash up. A round well-disposed side with a cute button nozzle, and long shining Brown University hair. It was wavelike and fell well past her shoulders. Her satisfied reflection smiled back at her.

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

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

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to sleep.

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

It was two stories and in a nice neighborhood. A not bad station to conjure a family. Which they would as soon as they were a bit more secure.

Ian worked in ‘ The Pen.'It's what Mr. Franks called the room where his 20 two direct underlings worked at their desks. Facing the usually closed door to the big man's berth.

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

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

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

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

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

"Lost, Sir ?"Ian's representative was barely a squeak.

"Someone made a mistake. A big goddamn mistake."The big man straightened Ian's lapels on his button up shirt. In full persuasion of anyone who wanted to check."Do you know who made that mistake ? You limp pecker, Milk sop ?"

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You picayune nance. How the fuck you can go habitation and fuck your wife as such a miserable unsuccessful person is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

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

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

"No buts, except your married woman's hot round of drinks one, and your niggling sissy one. No fault. Period."the cruel man taunted.

Ian couldn't stop the troubling range of the big boss telling him all this while fucking Wendy from behind. Bent over the drinking table at the holiday political party. Her Nice red, velvet frock pulled up to her shank as the sweaty man pounded her pallid ass from tush. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the floor succeeding to them. His concentrated little penis getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.

in his vision, Mr. weenie would pass up, yanking down the top of Wendy's garb. Her big tits whirl out as an orgasm overtakes her. Her face a masquerade party of Adam as ...

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

Ian turned to depart. His cheeks red with chagrin. His eyes glassy, near bout.

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

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

That Night Wendy comforted him on the sofa. Holding Ian close as he sobbed.

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

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

"But ... the house."

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

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

"How about I comfort you in a way only a woman can ?"She gave him a sly grinning and pulled off her shirt. White cotton bra covering to the highest degree of her big white meat.

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

Ian frowned when his little dick stayed diffuse. How could he fuck his wife ? Not even Wendy caressing and tugging at the sad lilliputian thing could get it to stir up up.

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

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

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

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

The next day at her own work, Wendy closed and locked her situation door.

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

She pulled up some moving-picture show of caramel men in speedos. Then hiked up her skirt. Her hand slipping into her albumen cotton pantie.

Wendy's finger's breadth rubbed her quickly wet pussy. The slender digits touching her in a great deal the Lapplander way as her husband's trivial pecker.

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

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

Even the lovemaking of his life.

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

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

She had on a slenderize tank top. It did piffling to shroud her red lacing bra, and was cut off to show her pot. It was matched by tiny physical exercise underdrawers.

No doubt she would accept just said it was something comfortable to weary hanging out with friends. But Ian was pretty sure the looks the boys gave her when she wasn't looking were to a lesser extent than friendly.

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

They were big men. material men. Hunters and builders. Men into sportsman. Alpha men.

Ian was none of those things.

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

Grant Boothe was ruggedly handsome, magnetic, and successful. Everything Ian wished he could be. The man owned his own international business at 20 six.

"Real harsh man. What are you going to do ?"The self-aggrandizing man asked.

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

"What about the house ?"

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

"I may have something."Duncan Grant told him."My supporter left recently. The pay is probably close to what you were making. Certainly safe than unemployment."concession gave him a smile."It's basically repository piece of work, but it would just be irregular. Till you find something better."

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

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

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

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

"We're going to be odd teams then."Ben insisted. His smiling wife leaning on his arm. Already a yoke sheet of paper to the wind.

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

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

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

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

Ian followed to the terrace. Suddenly unquiet. He didn't want to be there. He wanted to beg his wife to leave, but that would be too awkward.

Two duet stood at either end of a ping pong board with cup laid out. Certain cups were different colors, Ian noticed.

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

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

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

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

Is was a issue of here and now before Ian's wife grabbed the merchantman of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She got a few tin whistle at her impressive cleavage.

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

Her shorts went following as balls hit the proper cupful. She bent over and slipped them off giving everyone a good show. ‘ Just playing along'she would probably say. Now down to her red lacing pantie. Only one-half covering her wonderful, round ass.

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

"I doubt anyone wants to see soul else's wife naked."assignment said with a smirk. a great deal to Ian's easing."How about penalties. Opposite womanhood gives a little spank."

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

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

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

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

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

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

They walked back out to the patio. Out to the deck. Hank was waiting. Some others were already in the tub. Grant, Ben, and his wife Tilda.

"We ... we don't have suits."Ian insisted.

"Don't be silly."Wendy smirked. She simply stepped in. Wearing her underwear. Grant helped her down. Letting her set adjacent to him.

"real number men go nude, buddy."Hank said, pulling off his dungaree. Ian's oculus boggle at the man's immense dick. Easily twice as big as his and it wasn't even hard.

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

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

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

Mercifully no one said anything about his penis.

The boys talked about some great times in college. buffoonery and company long forgotten.

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

In the end Ian didn't have much of a option. It was not a great area for the great unwashed in his job.

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

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

Ian's desk was in the reception area right outside Ulysses Simpson Grant big office. His desk was glistening and mod. As was reception. Where as Grant had a heavyweight mahogany desk. Tall dark bookshelves. A leather lounge and a pair of leather, high backed professorship next to a mesa in a corner.

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

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred hammer and unattractive. She had greasy hide and little bristles of pilus on her blobby face.

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

"Uh, pleased to forgather you."Ian said, shaking. ‘ She must have to get her bandeau custom made.'He thought. Her mammilla were tremendous.

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

"Let's get-go you out uncomplicated, hey buddy ?"Grant told him.

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

Then Mon break of the day happened.

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

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

But assignment wasn't finished."This isnt like your live on job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have much to give you. You picayune wimp."Ian's eyes went circle at the casual insult."So, do better."

But unfortunately just after lunch,"I've seen your nothing pecker. 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 low gear station. Can you order 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 finale of business organisation. Another paper on his desk.

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

Ian just shook his head. tear in his eyes, not able-bodied to trust his vocalisation.

"Repeat after me : I'm a sissy, fluffer and my wife deserves better cock than my goober bump."

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

assignment was nodding along."Your nothing peanut blow. Say it."

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

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

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

That dark he thought he would stimulate a problem getting hard again, but he didn't.

His little tool was hard as a rock and roll when he went down on his married woman. Though he couldn't get Grant's words out of his point.

They repeated over and over, especially the bit he forced Ian to say. His lilliputian penis throbbed with each mental repeat.'Im a milksop fluffer. I have a short monkey nut bump.'

The verbal insults continued the rest of the week. Ian began to dread each clip Duncan Grant came out of his office.

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

Then cede called the smaller man into his intimidating spot just before closing.

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

subsidisation stood and walked around his desk."You're still here. So apparently you want the job."Ian nodded sorrowfully."But you keep making error. I need to have something from you to take a crap up for that. That's fair isn't it, Ian ?"

"Uh ... I guess."

"If you were a misconduct slight fille I'd spank you, Ian. Perhaps we should originate there."

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

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

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

"Unimaginative. White cotton legal brief ?"grant scoffed."That's what a little boy would wear."

It's what Ian had always worn. He bent over his Bos's desk. Resting on his cubitus, much like his wife did on the ping-pong board. His ass presented to his foreman.

Ian let out a meek little oink with each stinging strike, more like a whimper. He hadn't been so humiliated in a long time. Grant's strong paw firmly paddled his turn milksop ass.

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

"You enjoyed it Ian."concession chided when he finally stopped. The sissy shook his head teacher, no."Your peanut gibbousness says otherwise."

The bigger man slid a hand between Ian's second joint. The weeping man clenched them, but was unable to contain subsidization's finger from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's footling hard-on.

"If you are going to delight it, I will take in to get more imaginative. Spread your legs wide."

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

Ian squealed as grant swung upward. Slapping the sissy's sensitive scrotum. Each bang sent jolt of infliction through Ian's body. His plenty flash red.

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

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

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

He had to drive menage like that. Cum drying in his underclothing. His ass sore against the seat. His bantam Ball throbbing with pain.

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

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

persuasion of his boss's punishment driving him to cream his short pants again. Ashamed, he went into the lavatory to clean up.

On Monday Hiram Ulysses Grant motioned Ian into his power as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be more of a man than to bear witness back up."His political boss taunted with a smirk."wellspring, if you are going to be the office sissy it's time to start acting like it. involve off your shirt and pants."

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

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

Quickly Ian got down to his briefs.

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

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

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

Ian gasped through a dozen sharply spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my clothes ?"

"You're wearing them. You can get your thing 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 visitors today. He kept having to pull up the silk boxers as they were too big for him.

Around ten in the break of day Amy came into receipt. That was a uncommon natural event. She spent near of her sidereal day sitting around her desk in the computer way watching pornography.

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

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

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

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

It was basically rightful. Soft he was LE than in inch. Just a little bump. His balls were his exclusively proof of humanity. Though they were tiny too. Like shriveled raisins.

"Ooop ! Little turtleneck is gettin'brave !"She laughed. His shaft 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 sissyish excrescence back and forth a couple meter before blowing him a candy kiss and heading back to her piece of work area.

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

Always wearing those silk shorts.

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

Then it was Thursday morning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ian quickly got bare and on the table. Amy herself did the hair removal. prat first, then the front end. Everything below eyebrow level.

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

Amy had him somersaulting over and took great cruel delectation out of stripping around his laborious petty peanut. Especially the pain from stripping his chunk.

After an time of day, Ian 's trunk was unornamented. Grinning at the fluent poof, Amy asked, `` You ever cheat on your wife ? ``

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

The ugly woman quickly stripped off her clothes. a big, pear shaped blob of naked woman. She hopped on the tabular array. Hairy, moist, slit straddling the sissy 's genital organ.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

'' We both know that 's not true. Your sissy dick is just asking for mama 's sweet slit. ``

It was true, the hurting and humiliation had given his penis a raging three in boner.

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

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

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

He frowned down at the ovalbumin lace corset, matching thong pantie, and whiteness thigh high gear stockings. A stark demarcation to the darkness upholstered chairwoman.

inkiness senior high school dog lay on the floor beneath.

Resigned to his fate, Ian stripped. Taking off his men's quag and wearing apparel shirt, in cooking for wearing the woman's lingerie. His tiny penis grew hard at the very thought.

He started with the panties. Stepping into the sensual underwear designed for woman. He slid the flip-flop up his newly smooth legs. The tiny back settled between his feminine ass cheeks. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a penalty for being a sex objective. In the front, his penis fit snugly under the white lace. Even strong it stopped just light of peeking out.

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

Next the lace corset went on. He struggled to get all the claw to catch. second passed as he worked it. Standing in receipt. Only the lacy thong to get across his shame.

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

The cupful 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 beginning silky, white, stocking up his Milquetoast leg. His eubstance 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 vivid. Something about the stocking made Ian feel especially feminine. He felt lightheaded as he pulled the second one on. They stopped just short of his ass. The way they hugged his thigh made him want to fuck. Or ... or be fucked.

He sat for a moment, rocking back and Forth River on his nearly bare ass. Strangely savoring the feel of the lingerie on his soundbox. Little shiver of fervor seemed to roll through him, settling in his tiny SOB.

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

Then he sat. He easily slid his delicacy, stocking covered feet into the high up heels. They had a strap that snapped around his calf and he didn't like the way they felt on his feet. Like his articulatio talocruralis were always pointed down.

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

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

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

"seed in, pussy. Turn around so I can get a secure look."Grant ordered.

Ian stumbled to the center of the way. He took a second to steady himself. Then he raised his hairless arms and slowly spin around for his smirking boss.

"Good. Very in force. You need more practice in blackguard though."Hiram Ulysses Grant told him."Now come here."His confidence palpable, Ulysses S. Grant crossed the room to one of the richly 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 face pointed down, his round ass in the air. Nearly bare and vulnerable.

The Milquetoast could smell the old leather of the chairman. It's scent was inviolable. Masculine. Dominant. One of concession's hands rested on the low of his backbone. Almost comforting. As if Ian belonged to the Alpha male person.

"You know why you are being punished ?"Grant asked calmly.

"I ... uh. Because I'm a Milquetoast ?"Ian guessed.

"That's part of it."Grant said.

Ian's eyes went panoptic at the first spank. More a light tap on one asscheek. President Grant was only swinging from his wrist.

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

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

"Y ... yes sir."The admittance sent a nighttime tremble through the helpless sissy. He didn't want to trust that.

Ian gasped as grant swatted arduous. Pale flesh starting to stick around pink. His tiny cock throbbed with each spank.

Again Ulysses S. Grant stopped."Who does she belong with ? You pathetic wimp."The handsome man asked.

"Uh ... you ?"Ian whined. The Alpha smiled. Then he swung his arm across-the-board. Ian's ass jiggled at the heavily slap. The milksop squealed from the painful sensation. He gripped the leg of the old leather chair.

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

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

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

Grant just grabbed the man's carpus and pinned it to his spinal column. Against the lace of his corset.

He spanked the weeping effeminate's ass to a darkness red. Grinning at Ian's ineffectively kicking legs. Clad in their white stockings. like a damosel in distress.

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

assignment stopped the spanking. He ran his fingertips in circles around the effeminate's throbbing derrière. He could feel the heat rising from the punished bum.

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? Answer you fucking stopcock fall guy !"Ulysses S. Grant demanded. He Grabbed Ian's dead hair and painfully yanked his pass 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 pathetic cock.

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

Ian stood before his chief dressed in lingerie. His sissy forefront lowered. Cum soiled his lace panty. His hired hand rubbed his warm, red, sore ass.

"Thank me for revealing your truth."

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

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

Ian looked down. They could both see his stained panties. His diminutive incision was easy again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lace crib.

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

With a lump in his throat and a weight in the pit of his abdomen, Ian pulled off the colly pantie. Lifting them to his face. He could clearly see the picket slime.

He grimaced as he brought them to his lips. Slurping up the disgusting, bitter mass. Tasting cum for the initiatory time. His cum.

He could pick up Grant chortle, 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. sympathize ?"Ian nodded."And you stay shaved. Or else Amy will avail you again."

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

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

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

pinko stockings with little risque bow at the top. A ping silk panty. And a sheer cropped nighty, also pink. There was also a thin headband with a big pink bow on it.

Almost eagerly, Ian stripped. He couldn't hold his eyes off the intimate apparel as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt. He tossed his business concern wearing apparel into a stilt under his desk as they cane off.

Sitting, his kickoff act was to pull on the pink stockings. Covering his smooth stage in femininity. His little prick got operose with excitement. His ass clenched in expectancy of the day to come.

Ian stood admiring his manifestation in the window. Too girly to be a real man. Pink stockings with their little dispirited bows high on his second joint. footling prick up standing to attention.

He grabbed the panties and pulled them on adjacent. Not a G-string this sentence. Though the back only covered about half of his round bum. The hips had cute fiddling ruffles, and the silk felt coolheaded and placid against his hairless crotch.

Next Ian slipped on the high up heels. Inner Light profane to equalise the arc on his stockings. This pair wasn't shiny. The material almost felt like velvet under his fingers. Once again they made his feet and mortise joint feel uncanny.

The nighty made him shiver as he pulled it on. There was lace where a cleaning lady's breasts would be. Offering just a little more modesty than the residuum of the sheer fabric. It was stiff and scratchy against his skin. His mamilla hardened from the sensation.

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

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

Early in the afternoon the front doorway chimed as it opened. Ian's optic went wide as the delivery man rolled a stack of box in.

"Gon na need you to sign these."The vernal 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 supporter that bullied him in school.

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

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

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

'' Huh. '' The man said thoughtfully. `` problematical job securities industry. '' The pantywaist couldn't meet the unseasoned man's oculus.

'' Yes sir. ``

'' Makes you look like a fucking bitch. '' Ian could finger his minuscule Milquetoast phallus twitch at the Alpha 's scrutiny.

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

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

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

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

The young man grinned at him."I'm in a precipitation today, though."He squeezed the slight prick hard enough to form Ian moan."I'll have to catch you following week."

Then the Alpha was gone. Back out the door.

grant came in to reception a slight later. Taking a instant to look up to his handicraft."What a small fuck wad."He smirked.

He had Ian base and bend over his secretaire's desk. Lightly swatting the sissy's rear as he gave him instruction.

"We will take a customer in later today. I want you to offer up the man coffee and to give him a nice curtsy. empathize ?"

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

Ian 's hart skipped a beat when a swarthy midriff eastern man came in. Giving the escritoire a confused aspect.

Ian sent a message to let Grant eff his assignment 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 foot.

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

He was actually a niggling 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 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, assignment called the sissy into his office. Ian walked over to the desk. More convinced now in his blue angel high blackguard.

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

Submissive, in feminine lingerie and on his knees he looked up at Grant. Handsome and hefty in a night drear magnate lawsuit reclining on a blacken leather function lounge.

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

Ian gulped heavily. The mo he had been dreading had arrived. How ? How can Grant wait him to do this. He is n't gay, hellhole, neither is subsidisation. When he looks up he just gets an poker-faced flavor in proceeds.

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 pansy.

Yet, he couldn't seem to refuse Ulysses Grant. The Alpha seemed to know just how to push him. Plus he needed the job. Otherwise he and Wendy could drop off 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 loose medal slapped the wimp across the face.

Something in Ian crumbled. A roadblock to something important. His humanness.

Ian reached forward running his palms up Grants muscular thighs. His fingerbreadth finding the man's shining leather belt. He unbuckled then unzipped his boss 's pants spreading the fly open. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The authority air was cool on his intimate apparel clad body.

Black silk boxers covered the big severely cock underneath. So goo larger than his own pathetic nub. concession was probably eight inches, maybe even prominent.

In a shock Ian ran his fingerbreadth along the shaft, smooth through the silk. He could experience where Hiram Ulysses Grant's dick flared at the tip. He could see the abstract in the shiny textile.

Ian pulled the shorts down. The strong cock springing to the ready. The milksop's fingers lightly slid up and down the lance. Finally stopping at the tip, his pollex and index massage the helmet-like end. His gaze is drawn to a drop of pre-cum. His finger spread the glistening liquid in little circles.

Ian leaned forward, his body trembling. For the number one time in his life history, he tentatively stuck his tongue out. Touching the hot veiny spear of Grant's big hawkshaw. Giving it a lilliputian lick.

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

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

The sissy's little prick grew strong with the degrading act. grant moaned above him as Ian thoroughly cleaned the man's scrotum with his tongue. Rolling the bollock around in his mouth and gently sucking on them.

Ian licked his way up Duncan Grant's thick-skulled shaft again. Gripping the base of it with one deal he sucked the head into his backtalk, tickling it with his tongue. Squeezing the shaft as Grant ran his fingers through the sissy's hairsbreadth.

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

Ian just moaned as he took more and more of his party boss dick into his mouthpiece, all the way to the back of his pharynx boulder clay he started to gag. Pulling it all the way out he gave the tip kisses as he pumped the thick putz with his fist.

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

Ian ran his tongue from lump to tip. Planting More kisses on his boss 's dick caput, while he pumped him with his sissy digit.

He could sense that unusual thirst 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 idolize his stopcock.

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

Sucking the stopcock back in his sass, Ian sucked hard while vigorously pumping the shot. With his other hand he lightly squeezed the bigger man 's bollock.

He could feel when Grant's orchis began to pump. The rooster in his oral cavity twitched as it shot piercingly cum at the vertebral column of Ian 's pharynx.

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

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

'' Make sure not to leave a muss, Milquetoast. ``

After swallowing, Ian leaned forward to lap up any cum he missed. Kissing the tip of the softening pecker 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 know Wendy was surprised at Ian 's deficiency of hair's-breadth. He explained that it was supposed to be a aphrodisiacal surprisal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ian felt howling thrusting into his wife, though. Laying between her spread thigh. The couple moaned together as they made making 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 deserve to do it such beautiful cleaning woman.

Wendy was definitely a beautiful woman. Long chocolate-brown hair. kind round face with a cute nozzle. astonish breasts, and a sweet body with curves.

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

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

The customer returned on Mon. The older, dark-skinned man. He obviously disapproved of Ian.

The milksop wore a green one-piece G-string. It was lacy and hugged his body. He had matching stockings and the strappy, sinister luxuriously heels.

He curtsied for the man and got him coffee.

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

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

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

'' No ! '' Was the man 's unforgiving answer. `` You will serve me, then. '' It was a command, not a doubtfulness.

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

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

Ian 's Milquetoast top dog bobbed up and down on the strange man 's hard dick. The tip tickled the rachis of his pharynx. He slid his hand in the man's packer. Cupping a pair of sweaty, hairy balls. Massaging them with his dainty fingers.

Soon the man roughly grabbed Ian by the tomentum and, with a few forceful thrusts, slam Ian 's sass fully of his disgusting jizz.

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

Ian wiped snag of pity from his middle. `` Anything else sir ? ``

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

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

Ian could smell the man's ball sweat on his finger's breadth the respite of the day. No matter how often her hear to suck them clean.

Ian spent the hebdomad sucking subsidization's dick in the morning and the swarthy man in the afternoon. If he showed up.

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

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

Duncan James Corrow Grant was standing in front of his big desk. The sissy's shit twitched. A frightened shake passed through him.

'' Bend over the desk cream-puff. '' concession 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 hard dark wood. His skirt was so short that his bare ass and pantie covered privates were revealed. Vulnerable.

Ulysses Simpson Grant rubbed the cissy's little putz, then flicked his ballock through the lace. Then he grabbed the waistband of the submissive man 's pink panties. Ian 's center went wide, as they were yanked down his rung ass. Falling to the story.

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

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

Ian whined when he felt grant's finger carve up his ass impertinence. He shivered as a big fingerbreadth rubbed at his tight anal flower. Lubing it. Circling the virgin hollow. His unscathed world seemed to spin with the apparent motion.

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

Grant leaned into the pansy. Grabbing his hair and yanking his read/write head painfully up. His big, lubed dick rubbed against Ian's turn ass.

"fourth dimension to truly make you my petty bitch."Ulysses Grant hissed into his ear.

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

Ian squealed as the cruel peter pierced him. Like it was drilling into his soulfulness. His ass bedcover open in a flare-up of pain. sissified tears pit-patted onto the wooden desk.

subsidization grunted in joy as his big prick painfully jackhammered into the tight faggot ass.

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

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

Ian was reduced to awful grunting. His eubstance tingling all over. He couldn't service pressing back into the man violating him. Helping the Alpha painfully ram home. He could sense grant's clump slapping against his thighs he was so deep.

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

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

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

Pulling out he spun Ian around, pushing the twink to his knees. Grant made him clean off his slimy cock. Ian slurped and licked subsidization's dick clean and jerk. His face grimaced at the marked-up tasting.

'' Now clean up the quite a little you made. ``

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

'' You must understand by now you are n't really a man. You are a beta, a wimp, a sissy. You are basically LE than a charwoman. You were just made to function real men, Alphas like me. '' subsidisation 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 outset puff job. The rampart betas build to try to act 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 sinister G-string and matching supporter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

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

"Give mom's cunt a good biff, bitch."She ordered.

His shoulders slumped as Ian got to his knee. Pressing his typeface between her meaty thighs.

Her genitals smelled of vinegar and exertion. It was moist and hairy.

As he licked. The fat woman moaned loudly above him. Grabbing his hair's-breadth painfully.

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

"Ha ! roll in the hay, bitch."She shoved him away, and turned to the porn on her information processing system.

His header low, the submissive man walked back to his secretary's desk.

Ian frowned later, when the obstetrical 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 mitt, wiping it on the tough hawkshaw he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's pansy ass.

Ian grunted at the pain and violation. Every day his grunt sounded less like a man.

The Alpha reached around and gripped Ian 's intemperate little dick. Grunting with his feat the man quickly pumped the sissy '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 cum first with the man stroking him. It actually felt dainty. More than just a departure.

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

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

Ian hated the way his breadbasket fluttered with upheaval at the man's actor's line.

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

Fri, after lunch Cary Grant called Ian into his part.

The pantywaist looked cute in his pink ruffled pantie. garden pink stockings with the little blue stem. Matching blue high school blackguard. And the pink cutoff nighty.

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

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

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

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

See she dates one of the guy, but really all the boys wanted a opus of that mulct ass. You know what I mean ? ''

thunder ! Grant punctuated his doubtfulness with a particularly heavily spank.

'' Anyway she dates a guy called franklin, but that eventually goes south. Now see the other guy cable, they turn their vertebral column on franklin. drive they all want a injection at Wendy.

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

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

'' Excellent. '' Grant said excitedly. He pushed the weakly interacting massive particle off his lap and crossed the elbow room. Ian stood up nervously by the lounge.

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

'' What is wrongly with Ian. You were n't straighten out ... '' The beautiful brunette came to a halt when she saw her hubby standing in aphrodisiacal lingerie. Her oculus went wide with shock. A dark foreboding shivered through her body. Something was really wrong.

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

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

Wendy shook her somewhat mind. Not wanting to be part of this. `` N ... no. No he 'd never agree to this. You ... you forced him. '' The beautiful married woman insisted.

'' Sure, the sissy took a little coaxing. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot damn he became a good minuscule whoreson. '' assignment taunted.

'' Do n't call him that. Lets go Ian. '' She took a few stair toward her husband. She could see the Bob Hope in his eyes. A small-scale Muriel Spark of courage returning to the man she loved.

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

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

'' Yes, you do. Slut. ``

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

What little hope and bravery there was faded from Ian, as the red handprint faded from his married woman's pale cheek.

'' Bend over the desk, whore. ``

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

After the slap she felt obedient and humiliated. She wanted to run from the room rallying cry, while her tingling organic structure wanted to submit. To willingly give up all its arcanum.

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

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

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

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

The office filled with a ripping audio. Wendy gasped in blow. In one immediate move Ulysses Simpson Grant tore the figurehead of her suit of clothes open, blouse and all.

She could feel his firm finger reach around the loving cup of her bra. The first spot on her tits other than her husband in yr.

assignment yanked her bra down, and Wendy's enceinte, splendid breasts flopped out. She moaned a little as he roughly grabbed her wonderful orbs. `` Do you know how yearn I have waited to toy with these ? '' Grant asked, squeezing and jiggling her tits.

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

Ian knew her boob were top-notch spiritualist. He figured she might actually orgasm from the way her typeface was flushed. If Cary Grant kept playing with them.

Ian wanted to calculate away. The sissy wanted to act 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 woman, much less one so beautiful.

assignment gave both tit a idle slap. Then pushed on Wendy's back. Forcing her lower so that her elbow were resting on the desk.

Grant grabbed the hem of her doll and slowly slid it up. Wendy, torso shakiness, let out a little moan. mix with excitement, humiliation, and shame.

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

With a frown, Duncan Grant swatted the fair sex's ass twice. The sound causing Ian to leap and his little prick to twitch with excitement at his married woman's abuse. `` You should be ashamed that your sissy married man wearable sexier underclothes than you. '' The handsome boss chided.

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

Finally her afters bare ass was fully revealed. Unable to hold back any thirster, grant quickly pulls out his hard dick.

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

He grabbed her ass and spread her pussylips outdoors with his thumbs. Grinning at how wet she was. Then he shoved his rock hard shaft into another man's wife. The farsighted sought after cunt of his ally, Wendy.

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

'' Aah, so good !"President Grant gloated."I 've waited a yearn meter to put you in your place gripe. '' Wendy's kitty-cat clenched his dick tight as he grabbed her long brown tomentum, forcing her header up.

tear filled her eye even as her organic structure responded. She was willingly violating her wedding vows. Right in battlefront of her loving husband.

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

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

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's right field you slut. '' Cary Grant slapped the whore's face a third time.

Wendy's big breast slapped together in clip with the Alpha 's deep stab. With his balls hitting her snatch, she could experience her orgasm building. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, weak married man she tried to confine back. The world of what Ulysses Grant had done to them pushed her over.

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

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

Ian 's cock was hard. His body responding to a real man properly servicing his wife. His hired hand kept sliding toward his panty. He had to establish an exploit not to jackoff to his endearing wife's plight.

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

The Alpha slapped her ass as he pulled out. Grant's softening dick was covered in glistening ass ooze. Ian hurried over obediently to figure out it fresh. Tasting both his foreman and his wife's hot juices.

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

When the Alpha's dick was sportsmanlike, Duncan James Corrow Grant grabbed Ian painfully by the whisker. Forcing the sissy's brass into his wife 's sloppy cootch.

Hiram Ulysses Grant sneered down at the misfortunate wretch as Ian obediently licked out the disgusting ointment pie. Wendy moaned with pleasure as her sissy husband's tongue licked her sensitive netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This time in her husband 's facial expression. As her body trembled violently. Her round ass jiggling. Her amphetamine eubstance collapsed on the desk.

Finally subsidisation allowed the mates to stand up.

'' Ha look at you two dolt trollop. '' He grinned.

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

Ian stood in his pink intimate apparel and stockings, cum smeared on his sissy look. His dick was punishing in his panties. He couldn't bear to match anyone's optic in his shame at how become on he was.

'' Who owns you, bitches ? '' concession asked with a sneer.

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

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

Grant grinned cruelly at his dirty miniature. `` You can both call for the remainder of the day off. But you ca n't fix yourselves up till you are home. ``

He yanked Wendy's skirt off. She gasped as he gave her nipples one last pinch. Sending an excited tremble through her.

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

At a traffic light a car full of college boys pointed and laughed at the distich. Wendy with her boob hanging out, Ian in pink lingerie.

Two boys hopped out. One reached in and pinched the beautiful womanhood's mamilla.

"tinker's dam yeah !"He cried as she gripped the guidance steering wheel. Staring forward. Wishing for the igniter to modify. the boy eagerly groping her.

The other boy ran around and dumped a half full shake on the sissy's head and down his figurehead. Laughing the college educatee tossed the unenviable cup in Ian's lap.

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

Finally home the duad silently showered together.

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

Ian sat heavily on their bed with a sigh.

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

"You ... you could get another job. We don't need the money."She told him. Both knowing that for the lie it was."Not that badly anyway. We will make 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 former Alphas can smell out it. If a man came up and took you there is nothing I would do. And I hate that. '' He broke you too. I could see it."The sissy took his wife's deal as she sat next to him."Even now portion 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 sexy underclothing from now on. '' She said with a blush."make love to me. Let's push that wicked man from our minds."She asked. Her hand slipping to his private parts.

Both their shoulder joint slumped when zippo happened. Her fingers failed to get him strong.

"wait on."Ian hopped up and moved to her underwear drawer. Wendy watched, rummy and a little appal as her husband pulled on a duo of her stockings.

Plain 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 genital organ. She rarely went down on him during sex. She considered it degrading.

Now she slurped up his petite motherfucker and sucked.

Ian moaned his delight as his wife blew him. Then he returned the party favor. Pulling her thighs close and licking her pussy while his putz was in her back talk.

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

After they made dear they fell asleep in each other's subdivision.

In the forenoon they both put on one of her nighties. Almost as a joke. Except they found she had no trouble getting her hubby aroused while he wore the lingerie.

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

Then came Sunday ...

'semen OVER. AND lend YOUR woman of the street WIFE'was the text grant sent in the morning.

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