author note- this tale includes non-consensual, rough, and coerced sex. As well as straight and bi-sexual sex.

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Wendy moaned as her husband slowly licked around her kitty-cat. She grabbed the sheets in her ecstasy. An coming rising excruciatingly slowly in her.

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

In high up school his second girl had made fun of his pocket-sized penis. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the low and sole time. After that he always tried to startle his love by going down on his pardner. Not that there were many.

He was lucky to consume 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 sleep with none of her other boyfriends had. They were soon married.

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

When his tongue 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 body. Past her downy pubic hair. Across her soft tummy to her large breasts. Ian was a titty man and he loved Wendy's massive E-cup mammilla. At XX five they were still full and perky. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally bear a lowly climax just from playing with her nipple.

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

Ian grabbed his cock. Fully erect at three inches. He rubbed the tip against his wife's snatch, especially her clitoris. Wendy spread her branch for him. A get it on invitation for his sexual liaison. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His small phallus didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the nerve endings at the opening to her dearest epithelial duct.

Ian didn't stopping point long. He never did. His piddling prick drizzled it's jizz into her as they kiss passionately. about of it drizzling out as he pulled away.

"Love you."Wendy said as she stood up and crossed to the can. He watched her go. A beautiful woman. She had a curvy, athletic torso. She couldn't get six gang abs, just a little too sonant. But that translated to a mellisonant round ass and big tits.

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a quick wash up. A round favorable nerve with a cute button nose, and long lustrous brown hair. It was wavy and fell well past her shoulders. Her live up to expression smiled back at her.

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

He wasn't gymnastic, but he had a cunning stave ass. A girly derrière, she sometimes liked to tantalize him.

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to log Z's.

Mr. frankfurter was a slave device driver. Ian didn't like his boss. the man only cared about quotas. Not multitude. Still the youthful man tried to cultivate hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to observe their nice mansion.

It was two stories and in a nice region. A great blank space 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. Franks called the room where his twenty two calculate underlings worked at their desks. Facing the usually closed door to the big man's office.

‘ The Pen'where all the fucking Sus scrofa 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 listen him.

Ian walked to the front of the room. His head word lowered in ignominy and fear. He couldn't supporter it. He felt like he was being called to the school principal situation 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 temples, but still intimidating as he stepped close to Ian."We lost the super C account."

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

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

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You little nance. How the fuck you can go home and fuck your wife as such a piteous nonstarter is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

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

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

"No buts, except your married woman's hot circle one, and your short sissy one. No fault. Period."the cruel man taunted.

Ian couldn't stop the disturbing image of the big boss telling him all this while fucking Wendy from behind. Bent over the swallow tabular array at the holiday political party. Her nice red, velvet wearing apparel pulled up to her waist as the sweaty man pounded her pale ass from behind. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the floor next to them. His firmly little penis getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.

in his imaginativeness, Mr. hotdog would get to up, yanking down the top of Wendy's dress. Her big tit latch on out as an orgasm overtakes her. Her face a mask of disco biscuit as ...

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

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

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

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

That nighttime Wendy comforted him on the lounge. 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 smiling."Feel better ?"

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

"How about I comfort you in a way only a cleaning lady can ?"She gave him a sly smile and pulled off her shirt. White cotton bra covering most of her big titty.

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

Ian frowned when his little hawkshaw stayed soft. How could he have sex his wife ? Not even Wendy cuddling and tugging at the sad slight thing could get it to wake up.

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

She lay down and pulled his head 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 easement. She didn't want to do anything that might inflame him.

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

She couldn't Tell Ian, but she was definitely left unsatisfied from close Night.

She pulled up some scene of fan men in speedos. Then hiked up her bird. Her hand slipping into her Patrick White cotton panty.

Wendy's finger's breadth rubbed her quickly wet kitty. The slender digits touching her in very much the Same way as her husband's piffling pecker.

She didn't close long as her fingers played. She bit the back of her fist when she came. In an try to keep pipe down.

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 love life of his life sentence.

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

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

She had on a dilute tank top. It did little to hide her red lacing bra, and was cut off to present her corporation. It was matched by tiny workout shorts.

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

It didn't help that her protagonist were the ‘ son'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 summercater. Alpha men.

Ian was none of those affair.

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

Grant Boothe was ruggedly handsome, charismatic, and successful. Everything Ian wished he could be. The man owned his own International line of work at 20 six.

"real rasping man. What are you going to do ?"The swelled man asked.

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

"What about the mansion ?"

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

"I may make something."assignment told him."My supporter left recently. The pay is probably close to what you were making. Certainly better than unemployment."Duncan James Corrow Grant gave him a smiling."It's basically secretary study, 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 arriver.

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

Ian watched morosely as the Nox drew on and the male child got more pledge.

He waved his bridge player and refused to play when they started up a secret plan of collaborator pong.

"We're going to be odd teams then."Ben insisted. His smiling wife leaning on his arm. Already a match tack to the lead.

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

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

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

"Ok."The brunette clapped her hands excitedly. She gave her husband a smile as they walked outside.

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

Two pair stood at either end of a ping pong table with cups laid out. Certain loving cup were different colour, Ian noticed.

The plot began. Everyone soon drinking. Until hank got a lump 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 wheel. Double-D's held up by a black velvet bra.

Is was a matter of moments before Ian's wife grabbed the derriere of her shirt and pulled it over her school principal. She got a few whistles at her telling cleavage.

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

Her boxers went adjacent as lump hit the right cup. She bent over and slipped them off giving everyone a beneficial appearance. ‘ Just playing along'she would probably say. Now down to her red lace panties. Only one-half covering her wonderful, round ass.

Soon the early two married woman were down to their bras as well. Then it was Wendy's turn again.

"I doubt anyone wants to see mortal else's married woman naked."Ulysses Simpson Grant said with a smirk. Much to Ian's relief."How about penalties. Opposite adult female gives a little spank."

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

Gradually all the wives were stripped to their underwear. Each was spanked a couple meter before the secret plan was over.

The end of the plot seemed to be the end of the political party. Ian started to garner their thing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"real men go naked, buddy."Hank said, pulling off his blue jean. Ian's eyes boggle at the man's huge cock. Easily twice as big as his and it wasn't even laborious.

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

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

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

Mercifully no one said anything about his member.

The boys talked about some great times in college. joke and parties long forgotten.

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

In the end Ian didn't have much of a choice. It was not a capital area for mass in his business.

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

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

Ian's desk was in the reception area right outside Grants big function. His desk was shiny and modern. As was reception. Where as Duncan James Corrow Grant had a giant sepia desk. Tall dark bookshelves. A leather couch and a duo of leather, high backed chairs next to a mesa in a corner.

"This is Amy."The handsome man introduced him to the only early person working in the berth."She takes care of the data processor and makes for sure our internet is running,"

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred pound and unattractive. She had greasy skin and petty bristles of fuzz on her blobby face.

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

"Uh, pleased to meet you."Ian said, shaking. ‘ She must let to get her brassiere custom made.'He thought. Her bosom were enormous.

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

"Let's start you out simple, hey buddy ?"Grant told him.

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

Then Monday daybreak happened.

"Ian, sidekick. You made some mistakes on this form."Hiram Ulysses Grant set a report down on the receptionist desk.

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

But grant wasn't finished."This isnt like your lastly job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have practically to have you. You minuscule wimp."Ian's eyes went round of golf at the casual affront."So, do better."

But unfortunately just after tiffin,"I've seen your cypher motherfucker. So I'm sure you are a unsuccessful person in bed. Don't be here ok ?"It was another grammar error."Honestly I don't live how a guy like you got to be with Wendy in the get-go billet. Can you tell me that ? Never mind I think I'd just be depressed."His new knob turned to go back into his business office."I can't imagine why she would stay with a twink like you."

Then again, just before the close of byplay. Another paper on his desk.

"Do you even want this job, peanut ?"assignment demanded."I can just underprice your pantywaist ass back out on the street. Do you want that ?"The man asked sternly.

Ian just shook his head. teardrop in his eye, not able to commit his vox.

"Repeat after me : I'm a pansy, fluffer and my wife deserves secure rooster than my goober pea bump."

With repugnance at what he was doing, Ian's mouth opened."I ... I'm a pantywaist ... epicene fluffer. My wife deserves expert dick than my peanut."

Grant was nodding along."Your aught goober pea bump. Say it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

The verbal abuse continued the relaxation of the week. Ian began to fear each time subsidisation came out of his part.

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

Then grant called the smaller man into his intimidating post 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 mistakes. I need to have something from you to make up for that. That's just isn't it, Ian ?"

"Uh ... I guess."

"If you were a misconduct little fille I'd spank you, Ian. Perhaps we should start up there."

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

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

With a snivel, wishing he was anywhere but there, Ian shivered as he unbuckled his slacks. Letting them pearl to his mortise joint.

"Unimaginative. flannel cotton briefs ?"Grant scoffed."That's what a niggling boy would wear."

It's what Ian had always worn. He bent over his hirer's desk. Resting on his elbows, much like his married woman did on the table tennis table. His ass presented to his honcho.

Ian let out a spiritless petty grunt with each stinging strike, more like a whimper. He hadn't been so humiliated in a long time. Grant's strong manus firmly paddled his round sissy ass.

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

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

The vainglorious man slid a script between Ian's second joint. The weeping man clenched them, but was unable to terminate Ulysses S. Grant's finger's breadth from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's little hard-on.

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

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

Ian squealed as Grant swung upward. Slapping the sissified's sensitive scrotum. Each hit sent impact of nuisance through Ian's body. His sight flash red.

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

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

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

He had to drive home like that. Cum drying in his underclothing. His ass sore against the derriere. His bantam orchis throbbing with nuisance.

That dark he couldn't get heavily 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 assistance thinking about the spanking. His little cocksucker getting hard under the covert. His deal stroked his niggling nub future to his sleeping married woman.

Thoughts of his hirer's punishment driving him to cream his short pants again. Ashamed, he went into the john to clean up.

On Monday Duncan James Corrow Grant motioned Ian into his office as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be More of a man than to show back up."His boss taunted with a smirk."Well, if you are going to be the office sissy it's time to start acting like it. aim off your shirt and pants."

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

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

Quickly Ian got down to his Jockey shorts.

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

Ian stripped out of his tidy-whities. Blushing as he revealed his petite member again. The little thing throbbing to an erection despite the horrific site.

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

Ian gasped through a twelve sharp spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my clothes ?"

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

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

Around ten in the morning Amy came into reception. That was a rare occurrence. She spent to the highest degree of her days sitting around her desk in the reckoner room watching erotica.

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

Ian's eyes went encompassing at the thought, but he does as told. The fat cleaning lady laughed as her meaty hands beat a staccato rhythm method of birth control on his round ass.

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

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

It was basically true. Soft he was less than in inch. Just a little bulge. His Lucille Ball were his only proof of manhood. Though they were tiny too. Like withered raisins.

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

Ian gasped when the grotesque cleaning lady 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 duet meter before blowing him a osculation and heading back to her work area.

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

Always wearing those silk packer.

At night he still couldn't get firmly for his married woman.

Then it was Thursday aurora.

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

"Amy will take you to get waxed. soundbox whisker is something a man has. Not you. When you get back your new body of work clothes 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. `` Lets go. '' She ordered.

The Fat woman directed him to some hole in the wall massage living room. Apparently run by her sis.

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

Ian quickly got nude statue and on the board. Amy herself did the hair removal. rump first, then the battlefront. Everything below eyebrow stage.

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

Amy had him pass over and took enceinte cruel enjoyment out of stripping around his intemperately little peanut. Especially the pain from stripping his chunk.

After an minute, Ian 's body was denudate. Grinning at the fluent pouf, Amy asked, `` You ever cheat on your wife ? ``

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

The surly char quickly stripped off her clothes. a big, Pyrus communis shaped blob of nude woman. She hopped on the table. Hairy, moist, fathead straddling the milksop 's crotch.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

'' We both know that 's not avowedly. Your cissy prick is just asking for momma 's sweet cunt. ``

It was true, the nuisance and chagrin had given his penis a raging three inch boner.

The worthless charwoman easily slid it in. Ian closed his centre feeling the fat adult female locomote her cootch up and down his flyspeck cock.

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

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

He frowned down at the Andrew Dickson White lacing corset, matching lash step-in, and gabardine second joint high stockings. A stark contrast to the dark upholstered chair.

Black high-pitched blackguard lay on the base beneath.

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

He started with the panties. Stepping into the sensual underclothes designed for women. He slid the thong up his newly smooth leg. The flyspeck back settled between his womanly ass cheek. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a punishment for being a sex object. In the straw man, his penis fit snugly under the white lace. Even surd it stopped just short of peeking out.

Ian stood for a consequence wearing just the scanty. His skin tingled and a chill rolled through him. He knew he should just walk out. leave of absence. There was no way he could have this.

Next the lacing corset went on. He struggled to get all the hooks to captivate. arcminute passed as he worked it. Standing in reception. Only the lacy thong to address his shame.

When he finally had the corset properly on it felt strange against his cutis. variety of scratchy and tight. Like he was bound in a John Milton Cage Jr..

The cups at the top stood empty. They were only for B-size breasts, but he didn't have anything to make full them with.

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

He thought putting the stocking on would be like putting on wind cone. But this was much to a greater extent acute. Something about the stocking made Ian feel especially feminine. He felt lightheaded as he pulled the minute one on. They stopped just curt of his ass. The way they hugged his thighs made him want to fuck. Or ... or be fucked.

He sat for a second, rocking back and Forth on his nearly bare ass. Strangely savoring the tactile property of the lingerie on his torso. Little shivers of fervour seemed to undulate through him, settling in his lilliputian prick.

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

Then he sat. He easily slid his dainty, stocking overcompensate base into the gamy cad. 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 excitement never abating as he waited for his honcho to call up in him.

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

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

"ejaculate in, pussy. Turn around so I can get a soundly look."concession ordered.

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

"Good. Very in force. You need more pattern in cad though."Grant told him."Now come here."His confidence palpable, Ulysses Simpson Grant crossed the room to one of the richly backed leather chairwoman in the corner. Patting his thigh. He watched Ian slowly, carefully approach.

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

The sissy could reek the old leather of the chair. It's scent was potent. Masculine. dominant. One of Ulysses Simpson Grant's manpower rested on the humble of his binding. 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 milksop ?"Ian guessed.

"That's percentage of it."assignment said.

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

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

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

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

Ian gasped as grant swatted harder. picket flesh starting to rest pink. His tiny cock throbbed with each spank.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He spanked the weeping milksop's ass to a dark red. Grinning at Ian's ineffectively kicking legs. Clad in their E. B. White stockings. like a damosel in distraint.

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

Grant stopped the spanking. He ran his fingertips in roofy around the Milquetoast's throbbing derrière. He could feel the heating system rising from the penalise bum.

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? Answer you fucking tittup lollipop !"Grant demanded. He Grabbed Ian's short hair and painfully yanked his head up.

"Unh ! Uh ... everyone ? Wendy belongs to everyone. She ... She should be treated like a whore. Fucked ... fucked by any substantial man who wants her cunt."As the words spilled out of Ian's mouth, cum drizzled out of his wretched pecker.

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

Ian stood before his genus Bos dressed in lingerie. His cissy head lowered. Cum soiled his lace panties. His hired hand rubbed his warm, red, sore ass.

"Thank me for revealing your truth."

"Th ... thank you sir."Ian simpered. bust in his optic and running down his cissy cheeks.

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

Ian looked down. They could both see his stained scanty. His tiny scratch was lenient again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lace crib.

"clean and jerk it up, sissy."There was a threat in Hiram Ulysses Grant phonation. One that Ian had no will to refuse.

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

He grimaced as he brought them to his brim. Slurping up the disgusting, sulfurous muddle. Tasting cum for the first time. His cum.

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

"Good enough, you sop. Get changed and go habitation. 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 aid you again."

Ian stumbled out of his bosses office. Nearly twisting an ankle in his strappy high-pitched heel.

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

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

garden pink stockings with petty spicy bows at the top. A pink silk scanty. 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 choose his eyes off the lingerie as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt. He tossed his business organisation dress into a pile under his desk as they cane off.

Sitting, his first act was to pull on the pink stockings. Covering his politic stage in femininity. His little cocksucker got heavy with fervour. His ass clenched in expectancy of the day to come.

Ian stood admiring his mirror image in the window. Too girly to be a real man. Pink stockings with their little dreary bows high on his thighs. short prick standing to attention.

He grabbed the panties and pulled them on following. Not a thong this metre. Though the back only covered about half of his round bum. The hips had precious slight choker, and the silk felt cool and smooth against his hairless crotch.

Next Ian slipped on the richly heels. Light blue sky to agree the bows on his stockings. This couple wasn't shiny. The material almost felt like velvet under his fingers. Once again they made his foot and articulatio talocruralis feel weird.

The nighty made him shiver as he pulled it on. There was lace where a char's breasts would be. Offering just a little more modesty than the rest of the sheer cloth. It was loaded and scratchy against his pelt. His tit hardened from the genius.

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 minute and walk around the way. Practicing in the luxuriously hound. Getting more confident in them as the day wore on.

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

"Gon na call for you to sign up these."The young man said. A handsome XX something. blond with a cheat jaw. Ian was always a bit intimidated by him. He reminded Ian of the type of suspensor that bullied him in school.

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

"Costume party ? drop off a bet ?"The young man asked.

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

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

'' Yes sir. ``

'' Makes you look like a fucking bitch. '' Ian could feel his little sissy penis vellication at the Alpha 's examination.

The delivery boy reached down and grabbed Ian 's lilliputian dick through the silk pantie. `` 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 great job of announcing that you are a lilliputian peter sucker."Ian shivered at the man's run-in."You should state your genus Bos to get you a footling neck ruff though. Complete the look."

The young man grinned at him."I'm in a hurry today, though."He squeezed the little prick hard enough to make Ian groan."I'll have to see you succeeding week."

Then the Alpha was gone. gage out the door.

Grant came in to reception a niggling later. Taking a moment to admire his handicraft."What a little fuck wad."He smirked.

He had Ian stand and bend over his secretary's desk. Lightly swatting the milksop's butt as he gave him instruction manual.

"We will get a client in later today. I want you to offer the man coffee and to consecrate him a nice curtsy. Understand ?"

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

Ian 's hart skipped a measure when a swarthy heart eastern man came in. Giving the writing table a obnubilate look.

Ian sent a subject matter to let Grant know his appointment 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 liquid chest as he bent his knees slightly stepping back with one fundament.

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

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

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

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

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

The man just shook his head and waited.

Soon assignment was ready, and the man disappeared into the function.

Just before close on Friday, Cary Grant called the sissy into his office. Ian walked over to the desk. More confident now in his gloomy heights cad.

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

Submissive, in feminine intimate apparel and on his knees he looked up at President Grant. Handsome and mighty in a dark depressed power suit reclining on a total darkness leather post lounge.

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

Ian gulped heavily. The moment he had been dreading had arrived. How ? How can Grant gestate him to do this. He is n't gay, hell, neither is Ulysses S. Grant. When he looks up he just gets an impassive look in return key.

Ian looked at his Bos 's genitalia. An obvious prominence in those trouser. He didn't want any of this. Didn't want to be a sissy.

Yet, he couldn't seem to refuse Cary Grant. The Alpha seemed to know just how to push him. Plus he needed the job. Otherwise he and Wendy could turn a loss 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 party boss. smack ! concession open palm slapped the wimp across the face.

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

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

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

In a daze Ian ran his fingers along the shaft, smooth through the silk. He could find where President Grant's dick flared at the tip. He could see the outline in the shiny cloth.

Ian pulled the boxers down. The intemperate cock springing to the prepare. The sissy's finger's breadth lightly slid up and down the cock. Finally stopping at the tip, his thumb and forefinger massage the helmet-like end. His regard is drawn to a drop of pre-cum. His thumb spread the glistening liquid in little circles.

Ian leaned forward, his organic structure trembling. For the kickoff prison term in his biography, he tentatively stuck his knife out. Touching the hot veiny shaft of light of Ulysses Simpson Grant's big dick. Giving it a small punch.

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

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

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

Ian licked his way up Grant's thick ray again. Gripping the fundament of it with one hand he sucked the brain into his mouth, tickling it with his glossa. Squeezing the shaft as grant ran his finger through the effeminate's hair.

"Mmm, your a soundly little turncock fall guy. Aren't you, peanut ?"

Ian just moaned as he took Sir Thomas More and more of his hirer dick into his mouth, all the way to the spinal column of his pharynx till he started to gag. Pulling it all the way out he gave the tip kisses as he pumped the thick calamus with his clenched fist.

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

Ian ran his natural language from balls to tip. Planting more than kisses on his boss 's dick head, while he pumped him with his effeminate finger's breadth.

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

On his knees, Ian rolled his hips. As if he was fucking the air. Wishing for his own succor.

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

He could feel when Ulysses Simpson Grant's balls began to pump. The cock in his mouth twitched as it shot bitter cum at the back of Ian 's throat.

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.

'' Make for certain not to give a pickle, Milquetoast. ``

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

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

Hiram Ulysses Grant simply waved him away.

That Night when they went to give bonk Wendy was surprised at Ian 's lack of hair. He explained that it was supposed to be a sexy surprise.

The beautiful adult female knew something was troubling her husband and thought this might be part of him trying to deal with it. He had been having a strong meter getting erect. Probably from the tension of losing his job. They hadn't even tried to make love since last weekend.

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

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

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

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

His short peter got hard anyway. Humiliated by his wife treating him like a petulant schoolgirl.

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

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

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

Wendy was definitely a beautiful cleaning woman. Long brown hair. Kind round boldness with a cute olfactory organ. Amazing bosom, and a sweetly body with curves.

Ian 's little beta prick had no occupation being stuck in a woman like that.

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

The customer returned on Monday. The former, dusky man. He obviously disapproved of Ian.

The sissy wore a green one-piece thong. It was lacy and hugged his body. He had rival stockings and the strappy, black high dog.

He curtsied for the man and got him umber.

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

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

Nervous, humiliated, and not certain 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 inquiry.

Ian didn't even protest as he followed the man over to the lounge. Passively accepting his place, on his knees between the man 's legs. Ian took out the hairy gentlemen 's turncock.

Still limp, he slurped the man noodle into his sass. Sucking and licking money box it grew hard. The preference of pre-cum a solid reminder of what was about to happen.

Ian 's sissy head bobbed up and down on the strange man 's hard hawkshaw. The tip tickled the back of his throat. He slid his manus in the man's boxers. Cupping a duo of sweaty, hairy balls. Massaging them with his dainty finger's breadth.

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

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

Ian wiped tears of shame from his eye. `` 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 ball sweat on his fingers the eternal rest of the day. No matter how often her sample to go down on them white.

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

Wed Ian was wearing a short, taffeta, fairy dame. Pink lace thong. Black garter with matching stockings. A pinko A-cup bra that he couldn't stoppage tugging at. And strap on nance fender.

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

Grant was standing in social movement of his big desk. The Milquetoast's asshole twitched. A frightened tingle 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 mouth back, Milquetoast. ``

Ian obediently bent over. Elbows on the surd dark wood. His skirt was so little that his bare ass and panty covered crotch were revealed. Vulnerable.

Grant rubbed the sissified's little cock, then flicked his Lucille Ball through the lacing. Then he grabbed the waistband of the subservient man 's pink panties. Ian 's eyes went wide, as they were yanked down his round ass. Falling to the floor.

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

President Grant pulled a thermionic tube of lube from his desk. Wiping it on his big gumshoe he said, `` clock time for your future lesson, you sissy twat. ``

Ian whined when he felt Ulysses S. Grant's fingerbreadth tell apart his ass cheeks. He shivered as a big fingerbreadth rubbed at his mingy anal flower. Lubing it. Circling the virgin hole. His whole public seemed to birl with the motion.

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

Grant leaned into the sissy. Grabbing his hair's-breadth and yanking his head painfully up. His big, lubed dick rubbed against Ian's one shot ass.

"time to truly relieve oneself you my little bitch."Grant hissed into his ear.

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

Ian squealed as the cruel dick pierced him. Like it was drilling into his soul. His ass spread open in a fusillade of pain sensation. Sissy bout pit-patted onto the wooden desk.

subsidization grunted in pleasure as his big putz painfully jackhammered into the tight fag ass.

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

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

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

With a grin Grant triumphantly fucked the sissy escritoire. Now seemingly a volition participant in his own anal retentive violation.

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

subsidisation 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 knee. Grant made him strip off his slimy cock. Ian slurped and licked Duncan James Corrow Grant's dick clean. His face grimaced at the choke off preference.

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

scanty still around his ankles, Ian crawled around and licked his own weak cum from the straw man of the desk.

'' You must understand by now you are n't really a man. You are a beta, a wimp, a Milquetoast. You are basically less 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 the true. Had always known. That was the inner wall that crumbled at his number 1 coke job. The paries betas build to try to pretend they are men, when it 's obvious they are not.

Thursday Ian wore a sheer Second Earl Grey robe. It covered him from cervix to ankle. With a lace bosom and a scratch up one side. Underneath his black thong and check garter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat woman was already naked. thigh gap, one hired man already fingering her hirsute cootch. A big smile on her case.

"springiness ma's puss a good lap, bitch."She ordered.

His shoulder joint slumped as Ian got to his articulatio genus. Pressing his face between her meaty thighs.

Her genitals smelled of acetum and sweat. It was moist and hairy.

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

"Yes ! Yes ! That's it ! Lick mama ! Lick that cunt !"The ugly woman had a strong climax. Rubbing her wet kitty-cat all over his nerve.

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

His headland low, the subservient man walked back to his writing table's desk.

Ian frowned later, when the speech man came in.

The young man grinned, and motioned Ian over. He forced the pansy over his desk. He lifted Ian's nightie and pulled his pantie down. The handsome man spitting on his handwriting, wiping it on the heavily hawkshaw he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's pansy ass.

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

The Alpha reached around and gripped Ian 's heavy lilliputian prick. Grunting with his attempt the man quickly pumped the Milquetoast 's dick 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 ejaculate first with the man stroking him. It actually felt dainty. to a greater extent than just a release.

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

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

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

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

Friday, after luncheon Grant called Ian into his office.

The pansy looked cute in his pink ruffled panty. pinko stockings with the little gloomy prow. Matching dispirited gamy blackguard. And the pink cutoff nighty.

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

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

See there was a group of about seven guys in college. We had been friends for eld. Almost like chum.

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

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

nip ! Grant punctuated his question with a particularly arduous spank.

'' Anyway she dates a guy called Franklin, but that eventually goes South. Now see the other guy cable, they turn their cover on John Hope Franklin. causa they all want a shot at Wendy.

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

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

'' Excellent. '' subsidisation said excitedly. He pushed the wimp off his lap and crossed the way. Ian stood up nervously by the lounge.

When Grant got to the threshold, he opened it with a smiling. Letting Wendy step in.

'' What is damage with Ian. You were n't crystalise ... '' The beautiful brunette came to a halt when she saw her husband standing in sexy intimate apparel. Her eyes went astray with shock. A dark premonition shivered through her body. Something was really ill-timed.

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

'' stillness Ian. '' Cary Grant interrupted the wimp. He turned to the beautiful adult female. `` Your husband came to me looking for a spatial relation and I gave him one. The one he was born for. Ian is the government agency bitch. '' The Alpha said with a smirk. `` This is the milksop you married, I just taught him his proper property. ``

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

'' Sure, the milksop took a little soft soap. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot damn he became a in force little shit. '' Duncan James Corrow Grant taunted.

'' Do n't call him that. Lets go Ian. '' She took a few steps toward her married man. She could see the hope in his eyes. A minuscule spark of courageousness returning to the man she loved.

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

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

'' Yes, you do. jade. ``

'' No ! We are ... '' whack ! Grant shut her up with a slap to her beautiful font.

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

'' curve over the desk, whore. ``

Before this moment Wendy would have said that she was a strong, autonomous cleaning lady.

After the smack she felt obedient and humiliated. She wanted to run from the room yell, while her tingling torso wanted to submit. To willingly give up all its secrets.

For a present moment Wendy looked to her husband for support, hoping he could rescue her. All the pansy could do was seem uncomfortably at his fundament.

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

Grant walked up behind her. Ian could see a feeling of disgust on her face as he slowly ran his men up her English.

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

The agency filled with a ripping sound. Wendy gasped in shock. In one quickly movement Ulysses Grant tore the presence of her suit open, blouse and all.

She could find his unattackable finger reach around the cupful of her bra. The low gear pinch on her tits other than her husband in years.

assignment yanked her bra down, and Wendy's big, magnificent breast flopped out. She moaned a picayune as he roughly grabbed her wonderful eyeball. `` Do you sleep with how long I have waited to bet with these ? '' Ulysses Grant asked, squeezing and jiggling her tit.

Wendy squeaked as his finger tweaked, then pinched, then pulled her tender nipples. Each act sending thrilling electric shock through her curvy body. Aimed straight at her, now throbbing, pussy.

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

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

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

subsidization gave both titty a igniter slap. Then pushed on Wendy's back. Forcing her crushed so that her elbows were resting on the desk.

Cary Grant grabbed the hem of her bird and slowly slid it up. Wendy, body trembling, let out a trivial moan. Mixed with excitement, mortification, and ignominy.

Slowly her white cotton wool panties were revealed. Covering a seraphic round ass.

With a scowl, Grant swatted the womanhood's ass twice. The sound causing Ian to jump and his piffling pecker to twitch with excitement at his married woman's abuse. `` You should be ashamed that your sissy husband vesture sexier underclothing than you. '' The bountiful gaffer chided.

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

Finally her sweet bare ass was fully revealed. ineffective to hold back any longer, accord quickly pulls out his punishing pecker.

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

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

Her moans matched his as he sank all the way to his testis. Her eyes went across-the-board at the unaccustomed intrusion. His dick touched position inside her that Ian could never hope to reach with his sad, zip, bump.

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

tear filled her eyes even as her body responded. She was willingly violating her wedding vows. Right in front of her loving husband.

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

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

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's right you slut. '' subsidization slapped the whore's nerve a tertiary time.

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

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

'' Would you look at that you cuck. Seems like she likes a existent man 's gumshoe. '' President Grant smirked at the Milquetoast.

Ian 's cock was backbreaking. His trunk responding to a real man properly servicing his wife. His hand kept sliding toward his step-in. He had to make an try not to jackoff to his endearing married woman's quandary.

Soon concession was pumping Wendy's eagre goof with his strong Alpha seed. `` Aah. That was as ripe as I imagined whore. ``

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

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

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

Hiram Ulysses Grant sneered down at the silly wretch as Ian obediently licked out the disgusting emollient pie. Wendy moaned with pleasure as her cissy husband's tongue licked her sore netherlips. She gasped as she came again. This fourth dimension in her husband 's human face. As her soundbox trembled violently. Her round ass jiggling. Her upper berth consistence collapsed on the desk.

Finally Ulysses S. Grant allowed the couple to stand up.

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

Wendy stood with her big mammilla still hanging out of her torn cause, skirt indecently tucked up. Some of Ulysses S. Grant cum drizzled down her interior thigh. Her body still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his pink lingerie and stockings, cum smeared on his sissified face. His dick was toilsome in his panties. He couldn't bear to meet anyone's eyes in his ignominy at how turned on he was.

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

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

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

Ulysses Simpson Grant grinned cruelly at his dirty toys. `` You can both take on the rest 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 mad shiver through her.

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

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

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

"Shit yeah !"He cried as she gripped the steerage wheel. Staring forward. Wishing for the Inner Light to transfer. the boy eagerly groping her.

The former boy ran around and dumped a half full shake on the sissy's pass and down his nominal head. Laughing the college student tossed the embarrassing cup in Ian's lap.

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

Finally home the twain silently showered together.

"Do ... did you like that. Like what Ulysses S. Grant 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 rampart inside me. I 'm a Beta male now. And early Alphas can feel it. If a man came up and took you there is nothing I would do. And I hate that. '' He broke you too. I could see it."The sissy took his wife's hired hand as she sat adjacent to him."Even now division of you wants to go to him. To let him pervert you."

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

Both their shoulders slumped when nothing happened. Her fingerbreadth failed to get him knockout.

"Hold on."Ian hopped up and moved to her underwear drawer. Wendy watched, peculiar and a little appalled as her hubby pulled on a duad of her stockings.

knit whitened, with a picayune lace. His dick was fully put up before he finished.

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

"seed 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 prick and sucked.

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

He could still savor Ulysses S. Grant's jizz inside her. A perceptiveness he knew well, by then.

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

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

Sat was spent in sport and pleasure. It almost felt like they were discovering their love for one another all over again.

Then came Sunday ...

'ejaculate OVER. AND bring YOUR WHORE married woman'was the text edition grant sent in the break of day.

hubby and married woman looked at each other in apprehension as they read it .