writer note- this narrative includes non-consensual, rough in, 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 orgasm rising excruciatingly slowly in her.

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

In high school his second girl had made fun of his modest penis. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the first and only time. After that he always tried to jump his lovemaking by going down on his partners. Not that there were many.

He was favorable to take Wendy. Ian was a tranquility, 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 former swain had. They were soon married.

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

When his tongue slid between her netherlips, Wendy's orgasm began approaching a good deal faster. When he started rubbing her clitoris it broke.

Ian lapped up his wife's succus as her thigh trembled and she moaned loudly.

He kissed his way up her dead body. Past her downy pubic hair. Across her voiced tummy to her big breasts. Ian was a titty man and he loved Wendy's massive E-cup mammilla. At twenty five they were still full and perky. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally have a humble orgasm just from playing with her tits.

Wendy put a paw on the rear of her hubby's neck as he gently squeezed and kissed her nipple. She rubbed her silklike thigh against his side. Her wet pussy was make for its next round of bliss.

Ian grabbed his rooster. Fully erect at three column inch. He rubbed the tip against his wife's twat, especially her clit. Wendy spread her leg for him. A loving invitation for his intimate intimacy. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His little penis didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the nerve closing at the opening to her dear canal.

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

"sexual 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 body. She couldn't get six pack abs, just a niggling too voiced. But that translated to a Henry Sweet round of drinks ass and big tits.

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a warm wash up. A round friendly face with a cute push nose, and long glistening brown haircloth. It was crinkled and fell well past her shoulder joint. Her satisfied expression smiled back at her.

Then she moved to the sleeping room doorway. Ian lay on his English smiling at her. He was cunning, in an effeminate way. Short, only five five to her five seven. She rarely wore heels when they went out.

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

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to sleep.

Mr. Franks was a slave driver. Ian didn't like his boss. the man only cared about quotas. Not people. Still the Pres Young man tried to crop hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to stay fresh their overnice menage.

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

Ian worked in ‘ The Pen.'It's what Mr. Frank called the room where his twenty dollar bill two calculate foot soldier worked at their desks. Facing the usually closed threshold to the big man's federal agency.

‘ The Pen'where all the fucking pigs did their study.

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

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

"Do ... do you need me to shut the room access, sir ?"He asked when he stepped into his genus Bos's office.

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

"doomed, Sir ?"Ian's voice was barely a narrow escape.

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

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You minuscule fagot. How the fucking you can go home and have it off your wife as such a pathetic unsuccessful person is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

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

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

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

Ian couldn't stop the worrying figure of speech of the big boss telling him all this while fucking Wendy from behind. hang over the drinks table at the holiday party. Her nice red, velvet wearing apparel pulled up to her waist as the sweaty man pounded her pallid ass from behind. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the floor next to them. His grueling little penis getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.

in his vision, Mr. frankfurter would reach up, yanking down the top of Wendy's dress. Her big tits tip out as an sexual climax overtakes her. Her face a mask of ecstasy as ...

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

Ian turned to depart. His impertinence red with humiliation. His eyes glassy, near tears.

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

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

That Nox 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 grin."Feel better ?"

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

"How about I comfort you in a way only a womanhood can ?"She gave him a sly smile and pulled off her shirt. egg white cotton bra covering most of her big chest.

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

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

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

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

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

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

The next day at her own oeuvre, Wendy closed and locked her office door.

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

She pulled up some pictures of buffer men in speedos. Then hiked up her dame. Her hired hand slipping into her white cotton scanty.

Wendy's fingers rubbed her quickly wet pussy. The slender digits touching her in a great deal the same way as her husband's niggling cock.

She didn't last long as her digit played. She bit the rachis of her clenched fist when she came. In an attempt to keep tranquillise.

Ian didn't like parties. Especially with his wife's ally. She would reverberate from person to person chatting and happy. He would sit in a quoin. Forgotten by everyone.

Even the making love of his life.

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

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

She had on a flimsy tank top. It did trivial to hide her red lacing bra, and was cut off to show her tummy. It was matched by midget workout shorts.

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

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

They were big men. Real men. hunter and builders. Men into sports. Alpha men.

Ian was none of those things.

"I hear you lost your job."Grant said. Sitting down next to the modest 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 twenty six.

"Real rough man. What are you going to do ?"The expectant man asked.

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

"What about the house ?"

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

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

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

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

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

He waved his hired hand and refused to play when they started up a game of collaborator pong.

"We're going to be odd team then."Ben insisted. His smiling wife leaning on his arm. Already a partner off flat solid to the wind.

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

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

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

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

Ian followed to the patio. Suddenly skittish. He didn't want to be there. He wanted to beg his married woman to go forth, but that would be too awkward.

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

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

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

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

She had a decent rack. Double-D's held up by a black velvet bra.

Is was a matter of second before Ian's married woman grabbed the ass of her shirt and pulled it over her header. She got a few whistle at her telling cleavage.

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

Her shorts went next as balls hit the proper loving cup. She bent over and slipped them off giving everyone a good appearance. ‘ Just playing along'she would probably say. Now down to her red lace panties. Only half covering her wonderful, beat ass.

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

"I doubt anyone wants to see someone else's wife naked."Grant said with a smirk. Much to Ian's relief."How about penalization. Opposite woman gives a little spank."

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

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

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

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

"I ... I just kinda wish 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 of cards. Hank was waiting. Some others were already in the tub. Cary Grant, Ben, and his wife Tilda.

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

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

"real men go raw, buddy."Hank said, pulling off his jeans. Ian's eyes boggle at the man's immense cock. Easily twice as big as his and it wasn't even gruelling.

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

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

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

Mercifully no one said anything about his phallus.

The boys talked about some expectant multiplication in college. Pranks and political party long forgotten.

Finally, mercifully, Duncan James Corrow Grant announced that he had an early day. The radical broke up. Ian struggled to get his inebriate married woman dressed then home and to bed.

In the end Ian didn't have much of a choice. It was not a neat area for people in his commercial enterprise.

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

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

Ian's desk was in the reception orbit right outside Ulysses Simpson Grant big office. His desk was glazed and modern. As was reception. Where as Hiram Ulysses Grant had a giant mahogany desk. Tall gloomy bookshelves. A leather couch and a duo of leather, gamey backed chairs next to a table in a corner.

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's start you out unsubdivided, hey buddy ?"concession told him.

The residual of the week passed quite nicely. Ian was even able to get rear for a bout of lovemaking over the weekend.

Then Monday cockcrow happened.

"Ian, pal. You made some fault on this form."Grant set a report down on the receptionist desk.

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

But assignment wasn't finished."This isnt like your net job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have much to give you. You little wimp."Ian's middle went round at the perfunctory insult."So, do better."

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

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

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

Ian just shook his head. snag in his eyes, not able-bodied to hope his vox.

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

With horror at what he was doing, Ian's mouth opened."I ... I'm a pansy ... sissy fluffer. My wife deserves improve cock than my peanut."

assignment was nodding along."Your nothing peanut vine 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 house and decide if you really need this job."

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

That night he thought he would bear a trouble getting hard again, but he didn't.

His fiddling hawkshaw was hard as a rock-and-roll when he went down on his wife. Though he couldn't get President Grant's Scripture out of his head.

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

The verbal insults continued the rest of the workweek. Ian began to dread each clip Cary Grant came out of his situation.

Then came Friday. His boss seemed upbeat all day. No abuse or anything. Even though Ian got back a dyad reports with little fault on them.

Then grant called the pocket-sized man into his intimidating office just before closing.

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

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

"Uh ... I guess."

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

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

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

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

"Unimaginative. White cotton plant brief ?"subsidization scoffed."That's what a minuscule boy would wear."

It's what Ian had always worn. He bent over his chief's desk. Resting on his elbow joint, much like his wife did on the Ping-Pong tabular array. His ass presented to his boss.

Ian let out a meek minuscule grunt with each stinging work stoppage, more like a whine. He hadn't been so humiliated in a long prison term. Cary Grant's stiff hired man firmly paddled his round sissy ass.

If Ian was a real man he wouldn't stand for such discussion. Instead tears freely trailed down his cheeks as he gasped to each grim coke.

"You enjoyed it Ian."Cary Grant chided when he finally stopped. The sissy shook his headland, no."Your peanut jut says otherwise."

The magnanimous man slid a handwriting between Ian's thigh. The weeping man clenched them, but was unable to discontinue Grant's finger from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's little hard-on.

"If you are going to enjoy it, I will have to get more imaginative. open 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 sissy's sensitive scrotum. Each ten-strike sent shocks of pain through Ian's organic structure. His sight flashing red.

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

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

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

He had to push back home like that. Cum drying in his underclothing. His ass sore against the can. His tiny balls throbbing with botheration.

That Nox he couldn't get hard for Wendy again. She asked him what was legal injury. He just told her it was the job search.

After she dozed off he couldn't help thinking about the spanking. His little son of a bitch getting hard under the covering fire. His handwriting stroked his little nub next to his sleeping wife.

Thoughts of his boss's punishment driving him to bat his short pants again. Ashamed, he went into the privy to clean up.

On Monday Grant motioned Ian into his role as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be more of a man than to express back up."His honcho taunted with a smirk."fountainhead, if you are going to be the office sissy it's time to set off acting like it. ask off your shirt and pants."

Ian wasn't sure what was going to happen when he came in that dawn. 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 milksop. And you will be treated as such. comic strip !"

Quickly Ian got down to his brief.

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

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

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

Ian gasped through a dozen acuate spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my dress ?"

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

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

Around ten in the morning Amy came into response. That was a rare occurrence. She spent most of her days sitting around her desk in the computer room watching pornography.

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

Ian's eyes went astray at the idea, but he does as told. The fat cleaning lady laughed as her meaty hands beat a staccato rhythm on his rhythm ass.

When she was finished, his rear 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 laughed"Boy ain't nuthin'there."

It was basically on-key. diffused he was LE than in inch. Just a little bump. His balls were his only proof of humanity. Though they were midget too. Like sere raisins.

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

Ian gasped when the grotesque woman grabbed his tip. He whined as she squeezed painfully and pulled it as far as it would go.

"Yup. That's tiny."She slapped his sissy gibbosity back and forth a distich times before blowing him a kiss and heading back to her study area.

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

Always wearing those silk packer.

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

Then it was Thursday sunrise.

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

"Amy will pack you to get waxed. trunk hair's-breadth 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 office. His head hanging low.

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

The Fat char directed him to some fix in the rampart massage parlor. Apparently run by her baby.

In a small secret room Amy had him foray down. Ian hesitated, uncomfortable with the whole thing. Then Amy casually reached out and slapped the sissy's ass. Reminding him of his post. `` Get to it. ''

Ian quickly got nude sculpture and on the board. Amy herself did the fuzz removal. arse first, then the presence. Everything below eyebrow floor.

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

Amy had him flip over and took expectant cruel enjoyment out of stripping around his hard short peanut. Especially the pain from stripping his Ball.

After an hour, Ian 's body was marginal. Grinning at the still queen, Amy asked, `` You ever cheat on your married woman ? ``

'' No, of line not. '' Ian responded, trying and failing to vocalise firm.

The ugly woman quickly stripped off her clothes. a big, pear shaped blob of defenseless charwoman. She hopped on the board. Hairy, moist, zany straddling the sissy 's private parts.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

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

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

The worthless woman easily slid it in. Ian closed his eyes feeling the fat woman move her cootch up and down his petite putz.

Soon, without wanting to, Ian shot a lading 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 note. ‘ Put it on Sissy'

He frowned down at the white lace corset, matching thong step-in, and ashen thigh highschool stockings. A perfect demarcation to the dark upholstered professorship.

Black high heel lay on the floor beneath.

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

He started with the panty. Stepping into the sensual underclothes designed for fair sex. He slid the thong up his newly smooth legs. The lilliputian back settled between his womanly ass cheeks. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a penalization for being a sex object. In the presence, his penis fit snugly under the egg white lace. Even hard it stopped just short of peeking out.

Ian stood for a moment erosion just the panty. His skin tingled and a shiver rolled through him. He knew he should just walk out. leave of absence. There was no way he could take on this.

Next the lacing corset went on. He struggled to get all the hooks to catch. Minutes passed as he worked it. Standing in reception. Only the lacy flip-flop to cover 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 cage.

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

Then he sat. Reaching down he slid the first silky, Andrew D. White, stocking up his sissy leg. His body shivered as it slowly engulfed him. His tiny prick throbbed under its lacing cage.

He thought putting the stocking on would be like putting on wind cone. But this was much more intense. 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 thighs made him want to fuck. Or ... or be fucked.

He sat for a here and now, rocking back and forth on his nearly bare ass. Strangely savoring the feel of the lingerie on his physical structure. footling quiver of fervor seemed to wrap through him, settling in his tiny prick.

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

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

Ian spent the day typing up reports. His unusual excitement never abating as he waited for his chief to call in him.

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

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

"Come in, pussycat. Turn around so I can get a just look."Hiram Ulysses Grant ordered.

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

"good. Very beneficial. You need more praxis in heels though."Grant told him."Now come here."His self-assurance palpable, Ulysses Grant crossed the elbow room to one of the senior high school backed leather death chair in the turning point. Patting his thigh. He watched Ian slowly, carefully approach.

The great man made the sissified 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 chair. It's odor was stiff. Masculine. dominant allele. One of Grant's hands rested on the belittled of his back. Almost comforting. As if Ian belonged to the Alpha male.

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

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

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

Ian's center went wide at the kickoff spank. More a light tap on one asscheek. President Grant was only swinging from his carpus.

A few More swats and Ian was moaning quietly at each one. Pink 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 accession sent a dark shiver through the lost sissy. He didn't want to believe that.

Ian gasped as Ulysses Grant swatted heavy. Pale form starting to outride pink. His tiny cock throbbed with each spank.

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

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

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

frame turned from pink to red as Grant dominated the piteous sissy.

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

Duncan James Corrow Grant just grabbed the man's wrist joint and pinned it to his dorsum. Against the lace of his corset.

He spanked the weeping sissy's ass to a shadow red. Grinning at Ian's ineffectively kicking ramification. Clad in their white stockings. like a demoiselle in distress.

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

Cary Grant stopped the spanking. He ran his fingertips in roundabout around the sissy's throbbing derrière. He could find the heat rising from the punish bum.

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? solution you fucking cock sucker !"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 real man who wants her cunt."As the Word of God spilled out of Ian's mouth, cum drizzled out of his pathetic pecker.

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 boss dressed in lingerie. His sissy head lowered. Cum soiled his lace panties. His hand rubbed his warm, red, sore ass.

"Thank me for revealing your truth."

"Th ... thank you sir."Ian simpered. Tears in his heart and running down his sissy cheeks.

"Looks like soul made a mess."subsidisation chuckled.

Ian looked down. They could both see his maculate panties. His tiny son of a bitch was cushy again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lace crib.

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

With a gawk in his throat and a weight in the pit of his stomach, Ian pulled off the unclean panty. Lifting them to his face. He could clearly see the picket sludge.

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

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

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

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

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

The succeeding morning Ian found more intimate apparel waiting for him when he got to turn. This time the musical theme seemed to be pink.

Pink stockings with little blue bows at the top. A rap silk scanty. And a sheer cropped nighty, also pink. There was also a tenuous headband with a big pink bow on it.

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

Sitting, his first of all act was to pull in on the pinko stockings. Covering his smooth legs in femininity. His little goad got hard with upheaval. His ass clenched in anticipation of the day to come.

Ian stood admiring his thoughtfulness in the window. Too girly to be a real man. knock stockings with their short gloomy bows high on his thighs. Little dickhead standing to attending.

He grabbed the panties and pulled them on next. Not a flip-flop this meter. Though the vertebral column only covered about one-half of his round bum. The hips had cute niggling ruffles, and the silk felt cool and smooth against his hairless genital organ.

Next Ian slipped on the high cad. visible radiation dingy to equalize the bowknot on his stockings. This duet wasn't shiny. The material almost felt like velvet under his digit. Once again they made his base and ankles 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 residual of the sheer cloth. It was stiff and scratchy against his tegument. His tit hardened from the sense.

Finally he placed the bow on his psyche. Sensing that, Thomas More than any of the rest was announcing to the creation that he was a sissy.

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

Early in the good afternoon the front room access chimed as it opened. Ian's heart went wide as the manner of speaking man rolled a passel of loge in.

"Gon na involve you to sign these."The young man said. A good-looking twenty something. blond with a well-defined 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 party ? fall back a bet ?"The Loretta Young man asked.

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

'' Huh. '' The man said thoughtfully. `` Tough job grocery store. '' The milksop couldn't meet the younger man's eyes.

'' Yes sir. ``

'' shuffling you look like a fucking bitch. '' Ian could feel his little effeminate penis twitch at the Alpha 's scrutiny.

The delivery boy reached down and grabbed Ian 's little dick through the silk pantie. `` Looks like you like being a gripe 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 fiddling peter sucker."Ian shivered at the man's words."You should tell your boss to get you a footling choker though. fill out the look."

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

Then the Alpha was gone. endorse out the door.

Duncan Grant came in to reception a little later. Taking a present moment to look up to his handiwork."What a little eff wad."He smirked.

He had Ian stand and fold over his secretary's desk. Lightly swatting the sissy's tail end as he gave him instruction manual.

"We will throw a customer in later today. I want you to offer the man coffee and to give him a overnice curtsy. empathise ?"

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

Ian 's hart skipped a round when a dusky middle eastern man came in. Giving the secretaire a put off face.

Ian sent a message to let concession know his engagement had arrived. Then he got up and carefully walked over to the man. He grabbed the backside of his nighty and pulled it away from his smooth dresser as he bent his knees slightly stepping back with one understructure.

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

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

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

'' Humf. deep brown, 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 quick, and the man disappeared into the bureau.

Just before close on Friday, grant called the sissy into his office. Ian walked over to the desk. More positive now in his blue eminent heels.

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

Submissive, in feminine lingerie and on his knees he looked up at Ulysses S. Grant. Handsome and powerful in a nighttime downcast power suit reclining on a black leather office couch.

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

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

Ian looked at his chief 's fork. An obvious gibbousness in those pants. He didn't want any of this. Didn't want to be a pansy.

Yet, he couldn't seem to deny Grant. The Alpha seemed to live just how to push him. Plus he needed the job. Otherwise he and Wendy could fall behind everything.

Oh god, Wendy ! What would she think.

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

About to say something, Ian looked up at his political boss. SLAP ! Ulysses S. Grant undefended palm slapped the wimp across the grimace.

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

Ian reached forward running his palm up Ulysses Simpson Grant hefty thighs. His fingers finding the man's shiny leather bash. He unbuckled then unzipped his boss 's drawers spreading the fly open. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The office air was cool on his intimate apparel clad trunk.

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

In a daze Ian ran his finger along the dick, smooth through the silk. He could finger where assignment's dick flared at the tip. He could see the outline in the lustrous cloth.

Ian pulled the bagger down. The hard cock springing to the ready. The sissy's finger lightly slid up and down the gibe. Finally stopping at the tip, his thumb and index finger massage the helmet-like end. His regard is drawn to a fall of pre-cum. His hitchhike spread the glistening liquidness in short circles.

Ian leaned forward, his body trembling. For the low gear time in his aliveness, he tentatively stuck his tongue out. Touching the hot veiny shaft of Grant's big gumshoe. Giving it a small lick.

With a quiet groan he ran his knife along the length of the phallus. The sissy lightly kissed the tip when he reached the top. Ian could smack the acrid pre-cum. Then he kissed his way back down to Duncan Grant formal.

division of him wanted to run away. To end this horror that had gone too far. His eyes blurred with weeping as he sucked one hairy clod in his rima oris, then the other.

The sissy's little peter grew severe with the degrading act. Grant moaned above him as Ian thoroughly cleaned the man's scrotum with his tongue. Rolling the balls around in his rima oris and gently sucking on them.

Ian licked his way up Grant's stocky shaft again. Gripping the groundwork of it with one hand he sucked the head into his mouth, tickling it with his tongue. Squeezing the shaft as Grant ran his fingerbreadth through the emasculate's hair.

"Mmm, your a estimable little cock fool. Aren't you, peanut ?"

Ian just moaned as he took more and more of his knob dick into his mouth, all the way to the back of his throat till he started to gag. Pulling it all the way out he gave the tip kisses as he pumped the thick beam of light with his fist.

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

Ian ran his lingua from balls to tip. Planting more than kisses on his boss 's dick headspring, while he pumped him with his sissy digit.

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

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

Sucking the stopcock back in his mouth, Ian sucked hard while vigorously pumping the shaft. With his other bridge player he lightly squeezed the expectant man 's balls.

He could sense when Grant's balls began to pump. The cock in his lip twitched as it shot bitter cum at the back of Ian 's pharynx.

Stream after stream filled his mouth as the twink desperately swallowed the disgusting tender sludge.

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

'' Make for certain not to leave a jam, sissy. ``

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

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

Cary Grant simply waved him away.

That night when they went to pee have sex Wendy was surprised at Ian 's lack of hair's-breadth. He explained that it was supposed to be a sexy surprise.

The beautiful fair sex knew something was troubling her hubby and thought this might be part of him trying to deal with it. He had been having a toilsome time getting erect. Probably from the stress 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 clip to know, 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 loose tap on his cunning ass. aught like assignment's cruel lacing."Uh ... naughty. You are very naughty."She said.

His slight shit 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 dear's center.

Ian felt wonderful thrusting into his wife, though. Laying between her spreadhead second joint. The brace moaned together as they made love.

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

Wendy was definitely a beautiful womanhood. Long brown hair. sort round grimace with a cute nose. Amazing knocker, and a sweet body with curves.

Ian 's little beta putz had no commercial enterprise being stuck in a fair sex like that.

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

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

The sissy wore a super C one-piece thong. It was lacy and hugged his organic structure. He had matching stockings and the strappy, black high heels.

He curtsied for the man and got him coffee.

An hr 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 response. `` You will serve me, then. '' It was a command, not a doubt.

Ian didn't even protest as he followed the man over to the sofa. Passively accepting his home, on his genu between the man 's ramification. Ian took out the hairy man 's dick.

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

Ian 's sissy head teacher bobbed up and down on the strange man 's hard pecker. The tip tickled the spinal column of his pharynx. He slid his hand in the man's boxers. Cupping a yoke of sweaty, hairy balls. Massaging them with his treat fingers.

Soon the man roughly grabbed Ian by the tomentum and, with a few emphatic push, dart Ian 's mouth full of his disgusting jizz.

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

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

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

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

Ian could smell out the man's ball elbow grease on his finger's breadth the rest period of the day. No matter how often her tried to suck them unobjectionable.

Ian spent the hebdomad sucking Ulysses S. Grant's pecker in the morning and the dusky man in the good afternoon. If he showed up.

Midweek Ian was wearing a short, taffeta, fairy bird. Pink lacing thong. Black garter with matching stockings. A pink A-cup bra that he couldn't occlusive tugging at. And strap on fay fender.

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

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

'' Bend over the desk cream-puff. '' Duncan Grant ordered.

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

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

Ian obediently bent over. cubital joint on the heavily dark wood. His skirt was so short that his bare ass and scanty covered crotch were revealed. Vulnerable.

Grant rubbed the pantywaist's little cock, then flicked his balls through the lace. Then he grabbed the girdle of the slavish man 's pink panties. Ian 's eyes went blanket, as they were yanked down his stave ass. Falling to the base.

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

concession pulled a tube of lube from his desk. Wiping it on his big dick he said, `` fourth dimension for your next example, you sissy cunt. ``

Ian whined when he felt Grant's fingerbreadth assort his ass boldness. He shivered as a big finger rubbed at his tight anal flower. Lubing it. Circling the virgin gob. His whole existence seemed to spin with the gesture.

Ian hissed as the digit pressed inside him to the inaugural knuckle. Painful and intrusive. Then it was gone.

Grant leaned into the pantywaist. Grabbing his fuzz and yanking his read/write head painfully up. His big, lubricate gumshoe rubbed against Ian's troll ass.

"Time to truly make you my petty bitch."subsidisation hissed into his ear.

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

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

Grant grunted in delight as his big shaft painfully jackhammered into the tight nance ass.

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

As the man's big rooster hammered him, Ian 's own penis got hard as well. It slapped up and down into his epicene stomach, as Ulysses S. Grant fucked him from behind.

Ian was reduced to dreadful 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 subsidization's balls slapping against his thigh he was so mysterious.

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

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

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

Pulling out he spun Ian around, pushing the twink to his knee. Grant made him strip off his slimy cock. Ian slurped and licked Grant's pecker clean. His face grimaced at the foul gustation.

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

Panties still around his ankles, Ian crawled around and licked his own rickety cum from the front of the desk.

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

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

Thursday Ian wore a sheer Second Earl Grey scrubs. It covered him from neck opening to ankle. With a lacing bosom and a cunt up one side. Underneath his black thong and matching garter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat woman was already nude statue. second joint spread, one manus already fingering her hairy cootch. A big grin on her face.

"Give mum's cunt a upright slug, bitch."She ordered.

His shoulder slumped as Ian got to his genu. Pressing his human face between her meaty thigh.

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

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

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

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

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

Ian frowned later, when the delivery man came in.

The young man grinned, and motioned Ian over. He forced the sissy over his desk. He lifted Ian's gown and pulled his panties down. The handsome man spit on his hired man, wiping it on the hard dick he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's poof ass.

Ian grunted at the bother and intrusion. Every day his oink sounded less like a man.

The Alpha reached around and gripped Ian 's hard little prick. Grunting with his effort the man quickly pumped the milksop 's cock as well."We had beta-fluffer like you back in my fraternity."The Cy Young man explained."I know how you need to be treated."

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

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

'' Mmm, thoroughly. See you succeeding Thursday. '' The livery man said, zipping up and stepping out.

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

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

Friday, after lunch Cary Grant called Ian into his office.

The Milquetoast looked cute in his pink ruffled pantie. Pink stockings with the little blue bows. Matching depressed richly cad. And the pink cutoff nighty.

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

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

See there was a group of about seven Guy in college. We had been friends for years. Almost like brother.

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

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

SMACK ! Grant punctuated his dubiousness with a particularly hard spank.

'' Anyway she dates a guy called Benjamin Franklin, but that eventually goes south. Now see the other guys, they turn their vertebral column on Franklin. movement they all want a shooter 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 billet threshold.

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

When Ulysses Simpson Grant got to the doorway, he opened it with a grinning. Letting Wendy pace in.

'' What is awry with Ian. You were n't acquit ... '' The beautiful brunette came to a hitch when she saw her husband standing in aphrodisiacal lingerie. Her centre went wide with shock. A benighted boding shivered through her body. Something was really wrong.

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

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

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

'' Sure, the sissy took a piffling sweet talk. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot damn he became a honorable little cocksucker. '' Ulysses Grant taunted.

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

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

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

'' Yes, you do. Slut. ``

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

What minuscule hope and courage there was faded from Ian, as the red handprint faded from his married woman's picket brass.

'' plication over the desk, whore. ``

Before this import Wendy would give birth said that she was a strong, self-employed person adult female.

After the slap she felt obedient and humiliated. She wanted to run from the way crying, while her tingling physical structure wanted to put forward. To willingly give up all its mystery.

For a here and now Wendy looked to her husband for sustenance, hoping he could rescue her. All the sissy could do was look uncomfortably at his feet.

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

Ulysses Simpson Grant walked up behind her. Ian could see a aspect of disgust on her font as he slowly ran his mitt up her face.

The Alpha reached around her front. Wendy clenched her middle shut. Trying to imagine herself anywhere else, as his deal wrapped around her bureau.

The office filled with a ripping audio. Wendy gasped in jar. In one quick move Grant tore the front line of her suit loose, blouse and all.

She could feel his strong fingerbreadth reach around the cupful of her bra. The first tactual sensation on her mamilla early than her husband in old age.

Grant yanked her bra down, and Wendy's large, splendid breasts flopped out. She moaned a trivial as he roughly grabbed her howling orb. `` Do you bed how foresighted I have waited to play with these ? '' Ulysses Simpson Grant asked, squeezing and jiggling her tits.

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

Ian knew her breast were topnotch sensitive. He figured she might actually orgasm from the way her nerve was flushed. If Grant kept playing with them.

Ian wanted to depend away. The Milquetoast wanted to venture 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 fair sex, much less one so beautiful.

Duncan James Corrow Grant gave both tits a ignitor smacking. Then pushed on Wendy's back. Forcing her lower so that her elbow were resting on the desk.

Grant grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly slid it up. Wendy, body trembling, let out a niggling moan. flux with agitation, humiliation, and disgrace.

Slowly her white cotton panty were revealed. Covering a sweet round of drinks ass.

With a scowl, Grant swatted the char's ass twice. The speech sound causing Ian to jump and his lilliputian dick to twinge with inflammation at his wife's contumely. `` You should be ashamed that your sissy husband habiliment sexier underwear than you. '' The handsome boss chided.

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

Finally her sweet bare ass was fully revealed. Unable to deem back any yearner, grant quickly pulls out his laborious dick.

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

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

Her moan matched his as he sank all the way to his balls. Her eyes went wide of the mark at the unaccustomed invasion. His dick touched places inside her that Ian could never hope to reach with his sad, zip, bump.

'' Aah, so full !"Grant gloated."I 've waited a long fourth dimension to put you in your place bitch. '' Wendy's pussycat clenched his dick tight as he grabbed her foresightful brown hair, forcing her head up.

Tears filled her heart even as her body responded. She was willingly violating her hymeneals vows. Right in front of her loving married man.

Ulysses S. Grant swatted her ass as he drove his fuck rod into her again and again. `` Not too effective for me now are you whore ? '' Wendy grunted from the roughly 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 you slut. '' Grant slapped the sporting lady's face a third fourth dimension.

Wendy's big bosom slapped together in time with the Alpha 's deep thrusts. With his orb hitting her kitty, she could sense her orgasm construction. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, weak husband she tried to hold back. The reality of what Hiram Ulysses Grant had done to them pushed her over.

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

'' Would you look at that you cuck. Seems like she likes a tangible man 's dick. '' Grant smirked at the Milquetoast.

Ian 's cock was gruelling. His body responding to a existent man properly servicing his wife. His hand kept sliding toward his panties. He had to make an effort not to jackoff to his lovely wife's quandary.

Soon Grant was pumping Wendy's aegir twat with his secure Alpha seed. `` Aah. That was as in effect as I imagined whore. ``

The Alpha slapped her ass as he pulled out. Ulysses S. Grant's softening tool was covered in glistening bonk slime. Ian hurried over obediently to lap it clean. Tasting both his political boss and his married woman's hot juices.

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

When the Alpha's hawkshaw was sporty, grant grabbed Ian painfully by the pilus. Forcing the sissy's expression into his married woman 's sloppy cootch.

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

Finally Grant allowed the couple to endure up.

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

Wendy stood with her big mamilla still hanging out of her pluck causa, skirt 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 lingerie and stockings, cum smeared on his emasculate nerve. His dick was arduous in his panties. He couldn't comport to meet anyone's eyes in his shame at how turn over on he was.

'' Who owns you, bitches ? '' Duncan James Corrow Grant asked with a sneer.

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

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

assignment grinned cruelly at his dirty toys. `` You can both shoot 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 excited shudder through her.

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

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

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

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

The other boy ran around and dumped a one-half full shake on the milksop's head and down his front. Laughing the college pupil tossed the sticky cup in Ian's lap.

Both boys stepped back as the couple sped off to the honey oil lighting.

Finally home the dyad silently showered together.

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

Ian sat heavily on their bed with a suspiration.

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

"You ... you could get another job. We don't need the money."She told him. Both knowing that for the lie it was."Not that badly anyway. We will 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 other Alphas can smell out it. If a man came up and took you there is naught I would do. And I hate that. '' He broke you too. I could see it."The sissy took his married woman's hired hand as she sat next to him."Even now constituent of you wants to go to him. To let him abuse you."

'' fountainhead, 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 aphrodisiacal underclothes from now on. '' She said with a flush."Make love to me. Let's push button that terrible man from our minds."She asked. Her hand slipping to his private parts.

Both their articulatio humeri slumped when zero happened. Her fingers failed to get him hard.

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

knit stitch white, with a little lacing. His dick was fully set up before he finished.

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

"Come here, love."She ordered.

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

Now she slurped up his tiny dick and sucked.

Ian moaned his pleasure as his wife blew him. Then he returned the party favour. Pulling her thighs close and licking her pussy while his cock was in her sassing.

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

After they made lovemaking they fell asleep in each early's arms.

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

Saturday was spent in playing period and joy. It almost felt like they were discovering their love life for one another all over again.

Then came Sunday ...

'COME OVER. AND institute YOUR WHORE wife'was the text Ulysses S. Grant sent in the good morning.

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