Authors note- this taradiddle includes non-consensual, jolting, and coerced sex. As well as straight and bi-sexual sex.

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

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

In high school day his second girlfriend had made fun of his small penis. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the first and just prison term. After that he always tried to start his lovemaking by going down on his partners. Not that there were many.

He was golden to have Wendy. Ian was a calm down, unimposing man. Where Wendy was beautiful and outgoing.

They met shortly after college. She saw something in him, a gentleness and have it away 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 acquaintance and felt trapped in a job he didn't like.

When his clapper 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 juice as her second joint trembled and she moaned loudly.

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

Wendy put a hand on the back of her husband's neck opening as he gently squeezed and kissed her tits. She rubbed her silklike thigh against his incline. Her wet pussy was ready for its next one shot of bliss.

Ian grabbed his stopcock. Fully erect at three inches. He rubbed the tip against his wife's pussy, especially her button. Wendy spread her leg for him. A love invitation for his sexual affair. They both groaned in joy as he entered her. His diminished penis didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the brass end at the orifice to her love canal.

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

"dear you."Wendy said as she stood up and crossed to the bathroom. He watched her go. A beautiful fair sex. She had a curvy, athletic torso. She couldn't get six clique abs, just a trivial too soft. But that translated to a sweet rhythm ass and big tits.

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a ready slipstream up. A beat friendly face with a cunning button nose, and long lustrous brown hair. It was wavy and fell well past her shoulders. Her slaked reflection smiled back at her.

Then she moved to the bedroom door. Ian lay on his side smiling at her. He was cute, in an sissified 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 cute one shot ass. A girly derrière, she sometimes liked to tantalize him.

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to sleep.

Mr. Franks was a slave device driver. Ian didn't like his boss. the man only cared about quotas. Not people. Still the young man tried to work hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to keep their nice sign.

It was two stories and in a nice neighborhood. A great topographic point to lift a class. Which they would as soon as they were a bit more secure.

Ian worked in ‘ The Pen.'It's what Mr. dog called the room where his XX two direct underlings worked at their desks. Facing the usually shut down door to the big man's office.

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

"Ferdinand Joseph La Menthe Morton ! Get in here !"Ian heard his hirer shout. Others looked up from their desks, glad it wasn't their names called."short 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 man of the room. His head lowered in shame and fear. He couldn't avail it. He felt like he was being called to the school principal office for a paddling.

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

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

"Lost, 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 panorama of anyone who wanted to watch."Do you know who made that err ? You limp prick, milk sop ?"

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You little milksop. How the shtup you can go habitation and make love your wife as such a ridiculous failure is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

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

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

"No buts, except your wife's hot unit of ammunition one, and your little emasculate one. No fault. Period."the cruel man taunted.

Ian couldn't stop the agitate persona of the big boss telling him all this while fucking Wendy from behind. Bent over the boozing table at the holiday political party. Her Nice red, velvet-textured wearing apparel pulled up to her waist as the sweaty man pounded her picket ass from seat. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the floor next to them. His knockout short penis getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.

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

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

Ian turned to allow. His nerve red with humiliation. His oculus glassy, near rent.

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

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

That nighttime Wendy comforted him on the couch. Holding Ian close as he sobbed.

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

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

"But ... the house."

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

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

"How about I comfort you in a way only a cleaning lady can ?"She gave him a sly smile and pulled off her shirt. White cotton plant bra covering to the highest degree of her big bosom.

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

Ian frowned when his fiddling pecker stayed soft. How could he eff his wife ? Not even Wendy caressing and tugging at the sad little 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 breasts. Hoping that might get him started.

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

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

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

She couldn't Tell Ian, but she was definitely entrust unsatisfied from last night.

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

Wendy's fingers rubbed her quickly wet snatch. The slender digits touching her in much the Sami way as her husband's little cock.

She didn't last long as her digit played. She bit the back of her clenched fist when she came. In an effort to proceed calm.

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

Even the love of his life story.

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

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

She had on a lose weight tank top. It did little to hide her red lacing bra, and was cut off to show her bay window. It was matched by tiny physical exercise shortstop.

No question she would take in just said it was something well-off to wear hanging out with friends. But Ian was pretty certainly the looks the boy gave her when she wasn't looking were less than friendly.

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

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

Ian was none of those affair.

"I hear you lost your job."Grant said. Sitting down next to the little 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 stage business at XX six.

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

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

"What about the home ?"

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

"I may deliver something."Grant told him."My assistant left recently. The pay is probably close to what you were making. Certainly expert than unemployment."Grant gave him a grin."It's basically secretary study, but it would just be temp. till you find something better."

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

Tonight there were six of the boy at the party. Plus three of their wives. Chunky women, but not unattractive. Chosen as spouse more for their big teat than any other intellect.

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

He waved his hands and refused to play when they started up a game of pardner pong.

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

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

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

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

"Ok."The brunette clapped her hired hand excitedly. She gave her husband a smiling as they walked outside.

Ian followed to the terrace. Suddenly nervous. He didn't want to be there. He wanted to beg his wife to result, but that would be too inapt.

Two duad stood at either end of a Ping pong table with cupful laid out. Certain cup were different colors, Ian noticed.

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

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

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

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

Is was a affair of consequence before Ian's wife grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her mind. She got a few whistles at her impressive cleavage.

Ian's small prick stirred as his wife was ogled by their friends. Attention that she didn't seem to mind.

Her shorts went next as Lucille Ball hit the proper cups. She bent over and slipped them off giving everyone a skillful show. ‘ Just playing along'she would probably say. Now down to her red lace panties. Only half covering her wonderful, stave ass.

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

"I doubt anyone wants to see person else's wife naked."Ulysses S. Grant said with a smirk. Much to Ian's succor."How about penalties. Opposite woman gives a little spank."

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

Gradually all the wife were stripped to their underwear. Each was spanked a yoke times before the secret plan was over.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mercifully no one said anything about his member.

The son talked about some with child times in college. prank and parties long forgotten.

Finally, mercifully, Grant announced that he had an other day. The chemical group broke up. Ian struggled to get his wino wife dressed then home and to bed.

In the end Ian didn't have much of a choice. It was not a great arena for people in his business.

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

"I think you will enjoy working here, Ian."President 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 concession big office. His desk was shiny and Modern. As was reception. Where as Ulysses Grant had a giant mahogany desk. Tall dark bookshelves. A leather sofa and a twosome of leather, high gear backed chairs next to a table in a street corner.

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

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

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

"Uh, pleased to meet you."Ian said, shaking. ‘ She must induce to get her bras customs 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 unproblematic, hey sidekick ?"Ulysses Grant told him.

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

Then Monday dayspring happened.

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

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

But Ulysses Simpson Grant wasn't finished."This isnt like your last job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have much to give you. You lilliputian wimp."Ian's optic went round at the casual insult."So, do better."

But unfortunately just after lunch,"I've seen your zilch son of a bitch. So I'm sure you are a bankruptcy in bed. Don't be here ok ?"It was another grammar mistake."Honestly I don't bonk how a guy like you got to be with Wendy in the first station. Can you recount me that ? Never mind I think I'd just be depressed."His new boss turned to go back into his federal agency."I can't imagine why she would stay with a twink like you."

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

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

Ian just shook his promontory. Tears in his center, not able to hope his vocalization.

"repetition after me : I'm a milksop, fluffer and my wife deserves respectable cock than my peanut bump."

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

Grant was nodding along."Your aught monkey nut hump. Say it."

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

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

He did go household that dark. He really didn't have a choice. He had been sending out resume, but received no involvement.

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

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

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

The verbal contumely continued the residual of the workweek. Ian began to fear each time Grant came out of his function.

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

Then grant called the low man into his restrain office just before ending.

"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 misunderstanding. I need to possess something from you to spend a penny up for that. That's middling isn't it, Ian ?"

"Uh ... I guess."

"If you were a misbehaving short lady friend 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 trouser and crimp over my desk."Grant said coldly.

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

"Unimaginative. White cotton Jockey shorts ?"Grant scoffed."That's what a petty boy would wear."

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

Ian let out a spiritless little oink with each stinging strike, more like a whine. He hadn't been so humiliated in a long time. Grant's stiff hired man firmly paddled his round sissy ass.

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

"You enjoyed it Ian."Ulysses Simpson Grant chided when he finally stopped. The sissy shook his headspring, no."Your peanut swelling says otherwise."

The bigger man slid a paw between Ian's second joint. The weeping man clenched them, but was unable to stop Grant's fingers from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's piddling hard-on.

"If you are going to enjoy it, I will hold to get more inventive. Spread your legs wide."

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

Ian squealed as Grant swung upward. Slapping the sissy's sensitive scrotum. Each strike sent jar of pain through Ian's dead body. His good deal flash red.

His cock and musket ball 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 penalization.

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

He had to repulse household like that. Cum drying in his underwear. His ass sore against the posterior. His tiny glob throbbing with pain.

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

After she dozed off he couldn't help thinking about the spanking. His little prick getting hard under the book binding. His script stroked his picayune nub side by side to his sleeping married woman.

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

On Mon Grant motioned Ian into his office as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be more of a man than to show back up."His hirer taunted with a smirk."wellspring, if you are going to be the situation Milquetoast it's time to pop out acting like it. strike 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."Duncan James Corrow Grant stepped close. Looming over the belittled man."You are a beta sissy. And you will be treated as such. strip !"

Quickly Ian got down to his brief.

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

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

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

Ian gasped through a XII sharp spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my clothes ?"

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

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

Around ten in the cockcrow Amy came into reception. That was a rare occurrence. She spent most of her years sitting around her desk in the reckoner room watching smut.

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

Ian's eyes went wide at the thought, but he does as told. The fat charwoman laughed as her meaty hands beat a staccato calendar method of birth control on his round 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 shorts down and laughed"Boy ain't nuthin'there."

It was basically truthful. Soft he was less than in column inch. Just a little bump. His balls were his alone substantiation of manhood. Though they were tiny too. Like shriveled raisins.

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

Ian gasped when the grotesque womanhood 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 epicene bump back and forth a match times before blowing him a candy kiss and heading back to her work area.

The side by side two days continued like that. Ian would receive two or three humiliating spanks a day. Sometimes from fat Amy.

Always wearing those silk shorts.

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

Then it was Thursday morning.

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

"Amy will hire you to get rise. Body hair is something a man has. Not you. When you get back your new work dress 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 parlour. Apparently run by her babe.

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

Ian quickly got au naturel and on the tabular array. Amy herself did the haircloth removal. Backside first, then the front. Everything below eyebrow level.

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

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

After an minute, Ian 's body was bleak. Grinning at the placid pansy, Amy asked, `` You ever cheat on your married woman ? ``

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

The ugly woman quickly stripped off her wearing apparel. a big, pear shaped blob of naked adult female. She hopped on the table. Hairy, moist, twat straddling the sissy 's genital organ.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

'' We both know that 's not true. Your milksop cock is just asking for mama 's sugared twat. ``

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

The ugly woman easily slid it in. Ian closed his oculus feeling the fat cleaning woman move her cootch up and down his tiny rooster.

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

When they got back to forge Ian found lingerie laid out on his chairman with a promissory note. ‘ Put it on Milquetoast'

He frowned down at the white lace stays, matching thong panties, and white second joint high up stockings. A stark contrast to the wickedness upholstered chair.

Black high heels lay on the floor beneath.

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

He started with the scanty. Stepping into the fleshly underclothing designed for women. He slid the lash up his newly smooth legs. The lilliputian back settled between his feminine ass cheeks. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a punishment for being a sex target. In the figurehead, his penis fit snugly under the white lace. Even surd it stopped just scant of peeking out.

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

Next the lace corset went on. He struggled to get all the claw to arrest. Minutes passed as he worked it. Standing in response. Only the lacy flip-flop to cover his shame.

When he finally had the corset properly on it felt unknown against his tegument. Sort of scratchy and tight. Like he was bound in a John Cage.

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

Then he sat. Reaching down he slid the first silky, whiten, stocking up his sissyish leg. His organic structure 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 socks. But this was much more acute. Something about the stocking made Ian sense especially feminine. He felt lightheaded as he pulled the 2nd one on. They stopped just inadequate of his ass. The way they hugged his thigh made him want to jazz. Or ... or be fucked.

He sat for a import, rocking back and forth on his nearly bare ass. Strangely savoring the feel of the lingerie on his trunk. Little shivers of excitement seemed to wave through him, settling in his tiny SOB.

Carefully he attached the suspender dangling from his corset to the tops of his stockings. He could see his observation in the window. For a instant confusing himself with a foreign adult female.

Then he sat. He easily slid his dainty, stocking get across feet into the in high spirits dog. They had a strap that snapped around his calf and he didn't like the way they felt on his foot. Like his ankles were always pointed down.

Ian spent the day typing up study. His strange excitation never abating as he waited for his boss to shout in him.

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

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

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

Ian stumbled to the middle of the room. He took a instant to steady himself. Then he raised his hairless implements of war and slowly reel around for his smirking boss.

"Good. Very good. You need to a greater extent exercise in heels though."Grant told him."Now come here."His trust palpable, Grant crossed the way to one of the high up backed leather chairwoman in the corner. Patting his thigh. He watched Ian slowly, carefully approach.

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

The sissy could smell the old leather of the chair. It's scent was potent. Masculine. Dominant. One of Grant's hands rested on the small of his spine. Almost comforting. As if Ian belonged to the Alpha male.

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

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

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

Ian's heart went wide-eyed at the first spank. More a ignitor tap on one asscheek. Grant was only swinging from his wrist.

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

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

"Y ... yes sir."The admittance sent a dark tremble through the helpless pantywaist. He didn't want to believe that.

Ian gasped as Hiram Ulysses Grant swatted harder. Pale bod starting to remain pink. His tiny cock throbbed with each spank.

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

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

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

soma turned from pink to red as Grant dominated the pathetic sissy.

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

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

He spanked the weeping epicene's ass to a dark red. Grinning at Ian's ineffectively kicking pegleg. Clad in their clean stockings. like a demoiselle in suffering.

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

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

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? resolution you fucking cock fall guy !"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 cocotte. Fucked ... fucked by any real man who wants her cunt."As the words spilled out of Ian's rima oris, cum drizzled out of his pitiful tool.

He wasn't even sure where the words had come from, but they seemed to be what Hiram Ulysses 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 eyes and running down his effeminate cheeks.

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

Ian looked down. They could both see his stained panty. His diminutive whoreson was soft again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lacing crib.

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

With a lump in his throat and a system of weights in the pit of his tummy, Ian pulled off the soiled panty. Lifting them to his face. He could clearly see the pale ooze.

He grimaced as he brought them to his lips. Slurping up the disgusting, sulfurous mess. Tasting cum for the first gear meter. His cum.

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

"trade good enough, you sop. Get alter and go home. From now on you dress in your new uniforms as soon as you arrive. realise ?"Ian nodded."And you stay shaved. Or else Amy will assist 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 side by side morning Ian found more lingerie waiting for him when he got to work out. This time the theme seemed to be pink.

pink stockings with short blue sky bows at the top. A pink silk panty. And a sheer cropped nighty, also pink. There was also a thin headband with a big pink bow on it.

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

posing, his first act was to pull on the pink stockings. Covering his smooth out legs in femininity. His small prick got hard with excitement. His ass clenched in anticipation of the day to fall.

Ian stood admiring his reflection in the window. Too girly to be a real man. rap stockings with their little depressed bow high on his thigh. trivial shaft standing to attention.

He grabbed the pantie and pulled them on next. Not a thong this time. Though the dorsum only covered about one-half of his round bum. The pelvic girdle had cute little neck ruff, and the silk felt chill and legato against his hairless genital organ.

Next Ian slipped on the gamey blackguard. Light blue to match the bows on his stockings. This pair wasn't shiny. The material almost felt like velvet under his finger. Once again they made his feet and mortise joint feel weird.

The nighty made him shiver as he pulled it on. There was lace where a woman's knocker would be. Offering just a little more reserve than the ease of the sheer material. It was tight and scratchy against his cutis. His teat hardened from the sense datum.

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

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

Early in the good afternoon the front end doorway chimed as it opened. Ian's oculus went widely as the manner of speaking man rolled a muckle of boxes in.

"Gon na need you to sign on these."The Brigham Young man said. A handsome twenty dollar bill something. Blonde with a chiseled jaw. Ian was always a bit intimidated by him. He reminded Ian of the eccentric of supporter that bullied him in school.

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

"Costume party ? Lose a bet ?"The young man asked.

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

'' Huh. '' The man said thoughtfully. `` Tough job market. '' The sissyish couldn't meet the younger man's eyes.

'' Yes sir. ``

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

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

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

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

"The bow does a great job of announcing that you are a little cock sucker."Ian shivered at the man's words."You should tell your boss to get you a fiddling collar 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 moan."I'll have to trance you future week."

Then the Alpha was gone. support out the door.

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

He had Ian stand and bend over his secretary's desk. Lightly swatting the sissified's rear as he gave him education.

"We will cause a customer in later today. I want you to pop the question the man coffee and to give him a Nice curtsy. Understand ?"

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

Ian 's hart skipped a beat when a swarthy eye easterly man came in. Giving the secretary a confused looking at.

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

He had watched a bunch of TV on curtsying after Grant had instructed him. Practicing boulder clay 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. Coffee, I have an appointment."

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

The man just shook his straits and waited.

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

Just before close on Friday, Grant called the pantywaist into his office. Ian walked over to the desk. More confident now in his depressed high heels.

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

Submissive, in feminine lingerie and on his genu he looked up at Grant. Handsome and right in a dark blue air power courting reclining on a Negro leather post couch.

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

Ian gulped heavily. The present moment he had been dreading had arrived. How ? How can Grant expect him to do this. He is n't gay, perdition, neither is Ulysses Grant. When he looks up he just gets an impassive spirit in comeback.

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

Yet, he couldn't seem to refuse Grant. The Alpha seemed to experience just how to advertize him. Plus he needed the job. Otherwise he and Wendy could lose everything.

Oh god, Wendy ! What would she think.

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

About to say something, Ian looked up at his foreman. SLAP ! subsidization spread laurel wreath slapped the wimp across the face.

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

Ian reached forward running his medal up Grants muscular thighs. His fingers finding the man's shiny leather belted ammunition. He unbuckled then unzipped his gaffer 's trouser spreading the fly open. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The office air was cool on his intimate apparel clad body.

Black silk shorts covered the big severely prick underneath. So sludge orotund than his own pitiable nub. grant was probably eight inches, maybe even bigger.

In a daze Ian ran his fingerbreadth along the shaft, smooth through the silk. He could sense where Duncan James Corrow Grant's dick flared at the tip. He could see the outline in the glistening cloth.

Ian pulled the boxers down. The strong cock springing to the gear up. The sissyish's digit lightly slid up and down the shaft. Finally stopping at the tip, his ovolo and forefinger massage the helmet-like end. His regard is drawn to a drop of pre-cum. His thumb spread the glistening liquid in piddling forget me drug.

Ian leaned forward, his body quiver. For the 1st fourth dimension in his life, he tentatively stuck his lingua out. Touching the hot veiny scape of Grant's big dick. Giving it a little lick.

With a quiet groan he ran his tongue along the length of the penis. The sissy lightly kissed the tip when he reached the top. Ian could savour the bitter pre-cum. Then he kissed his way back down to assignment balls.

Part of him wanted to run away. To end this repulsion that had gone too far. His optic blurred with bout as he sucked one hairy ballock in his mouth, then the other.

The sissy's slight prick grew firmly with the degrading act. subsidisation moaned above him as Ian thoroughly cleaned the man's scrotum with his natural language. Rolling the formal around in his mouth and gently sucking on them.

Ian licked his way up Cary Grant's loggerheaded shaft again. Gripping the pedestal of it with one hand he sucked the head into his mouth, tickling it with his tongue. Squeezing the shaft as Ulysses Simpson Grant ran his finger through the sissy's haircloth.

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

Ian just moaned as he took Sir Thomas More and More of his bosses dick into his lip, 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 midst shaft with his clenched fist.

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

Ian ran his clapper from Lucille Ball to tip. Planting More kisses on his boss 's dick head, while he pumped him with his effeminate fingers.

He could palpate 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 turncock.

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

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

He could find when Grant's balls began to pump. The cock in his sass twitched as it shot acrid cum at the back of Ian 's throat.

Stream after flow filled his mouth as the twink desperately swallowed the disgusting warm guck.

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

'' make surely not to go forth a spate, sissy. ``

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 ? ``

Grant simply waved him away.

That night when they went to lay down love Wendy was surprised at Ian 's deficiency of tomentum. He explained that it was supposed to be a aphrodisiacal surprise.

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

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

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

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

Wendy took him over her lap and gave him some clean dab on his cunning ass. Nothing like Duncan James Corrow Grant's savage beatings."Uh ... naughty. You are very naughty."She said.

His little son of a bitch got hard anyway. Humiliated by his wife treating him like a scratchy schoolgirl.

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

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

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

Wendy was definitely a beautiful adult female. Long brown hair. Kind round look with a cute nose. mystify knocker, and a seraphic body with breaking ball.

Ian 's little Beta prick had no business being stuck in a fair sex 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 member knew it shouldn't be allowed.

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

The sissy wore a green one-piece thong. It was lacy and hugged his consistence. He had equalize stockings and the strappy, total darkness high up heels.

He curtsied for the man and got him burnt umber.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ian 's sissy foreland bobbed up and down on the unusual man 's hard dick. The tip tickled the back of his throat. He slid his hand in the man's shorts. Cupping a couple of sweaty, hairy balls. Massaging them with his dainty finger's breadth.

Soon the man roughly grabbed Ian by the whisker and, with a few forceful drive, dissipate Ian 's rima oris full of his disgusting jizz.

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

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

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

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

Ian could smell the man's ball effort on his fingers the relaxation of the day. No thing how often her tried to suck them clean.

Ian spent the hebdomad sucking Grant's hawkshaw in the morning and the swarthy man in the good afternoon. If he showed up.

Midweek Ian was wearing a shortstop, taffeta, poof skirt. rap lace thong. Negro garter with matching stockings. A pink A-cup bra that he couldn't plosive speech sound tugging at. And shoulder strap on queer wings.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ulysses S. Grant rubbed the sissy's little cock, then flicked his balls through the lace. Then he grabbed the waistband of the submissive man 's garden pink panties. Ian 's eyes went wide, as they were yanked down his rhythm ass. Falling to the flooring.

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

Grant pulled a underground of lube from his desk. Wiping it on his big peter he said, `` Time for your following lesson, you sissy slit. ``

Ian whined when he felt Hiram Ulysses Grant's fingers secern his ass impudence. He shivered as a big finger rubbed at his wet anal flower. Lubing it. Circling the virgin hole. His whole world seemed to spin with the motion.

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

Grant leaned into the milksop. Grabbing his whisker and yanking his top dog painfully up. His big, lubed dick rubbed against Ian's round ass.

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

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

Ian squealed as the cruel pecker pierced him. Like it was drilling into his somebody. His ass spread open up in a burst of painful sensation. Sissy tear pit-patted onto the wooden desk.

Grant grunted in pleasure as his big dick painfully jackhammered into the tight pansy ass.

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

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

Ian was reduced to painful grunting. His body tingling all over. He couldn't supporter pressing back into the man violating him. Helping the Alpha painfully ram home. He could experience Cary Grant's balls slapping against his second joint he was so deep.

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

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

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

Pulling out he spun Ian around, pushing the twink to his knees. Grant made him clean off his slimy cock. Ian slurped and licked Ulysses S. Grant's dick clean. His face grimaced at the funky taste.

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

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

'' You must sympathize by now you are n't really a man. You are a beta, a wimp, a Milquetoast. You are basically lupus erythematosus than a woman. You were just made to wait on 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 paries that crumbled at his first blow job. The wall betas build to try to profess they are men, when it 's obvious they are not.

Th Ian wore a sheer grey nightie. It covered him from neck to ankle. With a lace bosom and a slit up one side of meat. Underneath his black thong and matching supporter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat woman was already nude. Thighs cattle ranch, one hand already fingering her hairy cootch. A big grin on her font.

"springiness mama's snatch a honorable lick, bitch."She ordered.

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

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

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

"Yes ! Yes ! That's it ! clout mama ! clout that cunt !"The ugly char had a unattackable orgasm. Rubbing her wet pussy all over his face.

"Ha ! nooky, bitch."She shoved him away, and turned to the porno on her data processor.

His head low, the slavish man walked back to his repository's desk.

Ian frowned later, when the delivery man came in.

The Danton True Young man grinned, and motioned Ian over. He forced the sissy over his desk. He lifted Ian's nightgown and pulled his pantie down. The handsome man saliva on his hand, wiping it on the hard pecker he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's pansy ass.

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

The Alpha reached around and gripped Ian 's hard piddling dick. Grunting with his effort the man quickly pumped the pansy 's dick as well."We had beta-fluffer like you back in my fraternity."The Lester Willis 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 dismission.

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

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

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

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

Friday, after lunch grant called Ian into his government agency.

The sissy looked cute in his pink ruffled panties. Pink stockings with the fiddling gloomy bows. Matching downcast high bounder. And the pink crosscut nighty.

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

'' Let me evidence you a news report cream-puff.

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

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

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

SMACK ! concession punctuated his question with a particularly gruelling spank.

'' Anyway she dates a guy called franklin, but that eventually goes due south. Now see the former guy rope, they turn their spinal column on Benjamin Franklin. Cause they all want a dead reckoning 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 male child never stopped lusting after her. ``

The spanking was interrupted by a smash at the billet door.

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

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

'' What is improper with Ian. You were n't vindicated ... '' The beautiful brunette came to a halt when she saw her husband standing in sexy lingerie. Her middle went all-encompassing with jolt. A drear foreboding shivered through her body. Something was really wrong.

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

'' still Ian. '' concession interrupted the wimp. He turned to the beautiful womanhood. `` Your hubby came to me looking for a position and I gave him one. The one he was born for. Ian is the power bitch. '' The Alpha said with a smirk. `` This is the sissy you married, I just taught him his proper berth. ``

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

'' Sure, the sissy took a little coaxing. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot red cent he became a good piddling asshole. '' Grant taunted.

'' Do n't call him that. Lets go Ian. '' She took a few steps toward her husband. She could see the Bob Hope in his middle. A small electric discharge of courage returning to the man she loved.

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

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

'' Yes, you do. Slut. ``

'' No ! We are ... '' whack ! Ulysses Simpson Grant shut her up with a smack to her beautiful cheek.

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

'' curve over the desk, whore. ``

Before this second Wendy would have said that she was a strong, fencesitter adult female.

After the slap she felt obedient and humiliated. She wanted to run from the room crying, while her tingling physical structure wanted to submit. To willingly yield up all its secret.

For a moment Wendy looked to her husband for support, hoping he could rescue her. All the sissy could do was search uncomfortably at his ft.

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

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

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

The office filled with a ripping sound. Wendy gasped in shock. In one quick motility assignment tore the front of her suit outdoors, blouse and all.

She could palpate his solid digit reach around the cup of her bra. The number 1 touch on her knocker early than her married man in years.

Duncan James Corrow Grant yanked her bra down, and Wendy's turgid, splendid breasts flopped out. She moaned a niggling as he roughly grabbed her fantastic orbs. `` Do you lie with how long I have waited to act with these ? '' Grant asked, squeezing and jiggling her tits.

Wendy squeaked as his fingers tweaked, then pinched, then pulled her spiritualist teat. Each act sending thrilling blow through her voluptuous dead body. Aimed straight at her, now throbbing, pussy.

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

Ian wanted to look away. The sissy wanted to dissemble 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 merit any woman, much less one so beautiful.

Ulysses S. Grant gave both titty a light smacking. Then pushed on Wendy's back. Forcing her lower so that her elbows were resting on the desk.

concession grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly slid it up. Wendy, dead body shaking, let out a minuscule moan. Mixed with excitement, humiliation, and shame.

Slowly her Elwyn Brooks White cotton fiber panty were revealed. Covering a sweet round ass.

With a frown, Grant swatted the woman's ass twice. The sound causing Ian to spring and his little dick to nip with inflammation at his wife's contumely. `` You should be ashamed that your sissy husband wearing aphrodisiac underwear than you. '' The handsome boss chided.

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

Finally her sweet bare ass was fully revealed. ineffectual to hold back back any longer, Grant quickly pulls out his hard putz.

He had planned to puddle her beg, but this was near enough.

He grabbed her ass and spread her pussylips open with his pollex. Grinning at how wet she was. Then he shoved his rock'n'roll heavy dick into another man's wife. The foresighted sought after puss of his admirer, Wendy.

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

'' Aah, so adept !"Duncan James Corrow Grant gloated."I 've waited a long time to put you in your lieu beef. '' Wendy's pussy clenched his shaft tight as he grabbed her long brownness hair, forcing her header up.

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

Grant swatted her ass as he drove his screwing rod into her again and again. `` Not too upright for me now are you whore ? '' Wendy grunted from the jolty fucking.

Grant reached up and slapped the side of her typeface 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 harlot's aspect a third time.

Wendy's big tits slapped together in prison term with the Alpha 's abstruse poking. With his balls hitting her pussy, she could find her sexual climax edifice. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, weak husband she tried to check back. The reality of what Duncan James Corrow Grant had done to them pushed her over.

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

'' Would you look at that you cuck. Seems like she likes a real man 's cock. '' President Grant smirked at the pantywaist.

Ian 's cock was gruelling. His body responding to a rattling man properly servicing his wife. His hand kept sliding toward his scanty. He had to piss an cause not to jackoff to his lovely wife's plight.

Soon Duncan James Corrow Grant was pumping Wendy's tidal bore slit with his strong Alpha seed. `` Aah. That was as good as I imagined whore. ``

The Alpha slapped her ass as he pulled out. Grant's softening dick was covered in glistening shag gook. Ian hurried over obediently to lap up it clean. Tasting both his boss and his wife's hot juice.

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

When the Alpha's tool was clean, Grant grabbed Ian painfully by the hair. Forcing the pantywaist's side into his married woman 's loose-fitting cootch.

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

Finally Grant allowed the couple to stand up.

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

Wendy stood with her big mammilla still hanging out of her charge cause, skirt indecently tucked up. Some of Grants cum drizzled down her inner thigh. Her body still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his pink lingerie and stockings, cum smeared on his pansy expression. His dick was punishing in his panties. He couldn't bear to meet anyone's eyes in his ignominy at how reverse on he was.

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

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

Wendy glanced at her sissy hubby. She wanted him to suffer up for himself. Or maybe she would. Maybe slap that smug grin off Grant 's face. But as Her kitty-cat 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 disgrace.

grant grinned cruelly at his dirty toys. `` You can both learn 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 final stage pinch. Sending an wind up chill through her.

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

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

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

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

The former boy ran around and dumped a one-half full wag on the pantywaist's head and down his front. Laughing the college scholarly person tossed the muggy cup in Ian's lap.

Both boys stepped back as the pair sped off to the special K light.

Finally home the couple silently showered together.

"Do ... did you like that. Like what Ulysses 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 wall inside me. I 'm a beta male now. And other Alphas can sense it. If a man came up and took you there is null I would do. And I hate that. '' He broke you too. I could see it."The sissy took his wife's hand as she sat next to him."Even now part of you wants to go to him. To let him pervert you."

'' Well, no more hiding anything from me. We will go through this together. After all I could n't brook up to him either. '' Wendy assured him. `` And I know I will be wearing sexy underwear from now on. '' She said with a rosiness."shuffling beloved to me. Let's pushing that terrible man from our minds."She asked. Her hand slipping to his crotch.

Both their shoulders slumped when aught happened. Her fingers failed to get him grueling.

"Hold on."Ian hopped up and moved to her underclothes drawer. Wendy watched, curious and a little horrify as her hubby pulled on a pair of her stockings.

Plain Andrew Dickson White, with a slight lacing. His pecker was fully erect 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 petite prick and sucked.

Ian moaned his delight as his wife blew him. Then he returned the party favour. Pulling her thigh close and licking her pussy while his cock was in her oral cavity.

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

After they made passion they fell asleep in each other's arms.

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

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

Then came Sunday ...

'cum OVER. AND impart YOUR whore married woman'was the school text grant sent in the morning.

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