Wendy wore the shortest skirt she owned. A wild blue yonder, plicate thing that stopped a few inch short of her knees. Underneath she wore red lace panty Ian had bought her for valentine a couplet age ago, and never wore again.

She really didn't have a lot of sexy clothes.

She wore a equate bra under a thin, button up blouse. Sheer enough to pull in out the synopsis of her bra. Nearly half the push were undone.

She sat quietly in the passenger seat as Ian drove. All too soon they were pulling into Grant's driveway.

"It ... this will be ok."Her hubby tried to assure her. Placing his hand on her articulatio humeri. He had driven wearing nothing but a couplet of melanize packer. He hated to take to himself that it felt weird to wear men's underwear instead of pantie.

Wendy just gave him a wan smile and stepped out of the car.

Grant smirked when he answered his front man door."My two whores."He pulled Wendy into a candy kiss right there in front of the vicinity. His hand slipping up the binding of her bird and squeezing her round ass.

Grant finally ushered them in."Be a good little genus Beta and offer her to me."He ordered.

"I ... uh ... Ulysses Simpson Grant, would you ... would you like to fuck my married woman ?"Ian stumbled through dustup he never thought he would say.

"Not convincing enough, you pussy drip. Try again. And be humble."Ulysses Simpson Grant sneered.

"Grant, my pathetic pecker isn't good enough for my beautiful married woman. I happily give her to you to use. Would you teach her how to be the cyprian she is ?"The sissy obediently offered.

"Much better."Grant grinned, pulling Wendy close."Hear that ? Your piteous married man freely gives you to me."His mitt dug into her shirt, under her bra. Cruelly pinching and tugging at her mammilla."He doesn't even try to press for you."All Ian could do is look down at his feet pathetically as his wife was molested in social movement of him.

Soon Ulysses Grant had pulled both her boob out. One arm around her waist, he lifted her skirt up and shoved his hand into her lace panties.

"You need to trim this, slut. A right fancy woman has a kitty-cat as smooth as silk."Grant tugged painfully at her curly brown pubic hair's-breadth.

Wendy grunted as the Alpha forced her to twist over the arm of his couch. He flipped up her doll and yanked down her red panties.

She let out a long moan as his big dick entered her. She hated to allow in that it really was so much more satisfying than her husband's. It seemed to touch her all over inside. joy everything.

Ian put his hands behind his back as his wife was fucked. His tiny pud getting stiff in his boxers.

Grant happily slapped Wendy's ass in meter with his thrusts. Slowly turning her pale ass pink, then red.

After he finally came inside her she just lay there waiting. Grant grabbed Ian's hair and forced him to his articulatio genus. Shoving his sissy face in his married woman's miry twat.

Wendy moaned as Ian's tongue gave her its own pleasure. Licking and sucking the Alpha's cum out of her. Also pushing her to an coming. She pushed back and rubbed her secondhand slit on her sissy husband's side as she gasped her pleasure.

When his two pets had finished grant had them strip. Then he handed Wendy a strap-on with a big fateful dildo.

"Now you take another gradation in learning your right place. Your married man is so wretched, even his own wife is going to jazz him up the ass."The cruel honcho chuckled as the beautiful woman pulled on the fuck tool.

Ian submissively bent over the arm of the couch. The Lapp spot his wife was fucked just present moment before.

Grant handed the cleaning lady some lube. Wendy generously applied it to the dildo. Then to her husband's ass.

"Tell your husband that he's no man. You know what I want to hear."Grant said from behind her. His hands reaching around to play with her big breast.

"Ian ... you're ... you're not really a husband. I've just been shame ass you because you're so pathetic. You couldn't fulfill me like Duncan James Corrow Grant can. This fucking should help you pull in you aren't a man in this relationship."Wendy had rent in her eyes as she started to push the head of the dildo into her hubby's ass.

She felt dreadful. Like she was betraying their vows. Their love.

For Ian, everything turned into the dildo burning its way painfully inside him. His little phallus straining in its stiffness. Turned on by his wife's words as well as her infraction of his manhood.

concession chuckled. He sat down to look out as Wendy fucked her hubby's ass.

Wendy's big mamilla jiggled with her thrusts. She winced every time she shoved the dildo into her husband's ass. His painful, girly whines like chela on her person.

Eventually Ian drizzled his slight cummies down the side of the lounge. Grant pulled Wendy off him and made the sissy punch it up.

Grant took their clothes and threw them out his front door.

"fourth dimension for my whores to leave. Buy some sexier clothes and shave that forest."He ordered them pushing the couplet out the door. Naked and soiled.

Quickly they tried to report their nudity. Humiliated and scrambling to the car.

"I ... I'm so sorry about that, Ian."Wendy started to cry."I didn't mean any of it."

Ian hugged her finale."Ssh. I know. It's ok. We are going to both do thing that may bruise. Besides, it variety of turned me on to take in you eclipse me.

When they got home they showered together. Doing a lot of kissing. Then Ian carefully shaved his wife's pussy bald. Kissing it lovingly when it was smooth.

Together they went out shopping for a new press. They started with Wendy. She picked out some shirts and bird that were to a greater extent risqué than usual. Then she picked out a bunch of intimate apparel. Silk and lace. Thongs and nightdress.

The beautiful married woman shivered every clip she pulled on a thong or bikini bottom or short. Her newly shaved cunny tingled with fervor at each touching.

For a few second she simply sat there, nude in a dressing elbow room. Brushing her bare softness and trying not to moan.

Wendy spread her branch wide. She thought of President Grant as her fingerbreadth dipped into her dearest pot. She should have been buying these sexy wearing apparel for her married man. To delight him.

Instead they were for Hiram Ulysses Grant. wickedness Grant and his big shaft. She bit her clenched fist and shuddered through a small sexual climax.

Her sissy husband waited patiently on the other position of the changing room door.

Then it was Ian's act. They only picked out clothes from the ‘ ladies'section. chick and dresses. Blouses and lingerie.

Ian blushed every time he stepped out of the dressing way to show off. His diminutive pud concentrated with hullabaloo.

Wendy was horrified to find part of her enjoyed treating him like this. horrified and aroused. The whole naughty afternoon was turning her on. Her husband emasculated before her.

Here it was just her and him. There was a spicy intimacy in his humiliation before her. One that was taken away when they were with Grant. Stolen.

"flavor like soul likes dressing like a girl."She said, stepping closing curtain and reaching under the short skirt he was showing off. Her fingers found his firmly asshole. She tugged him as he licked his abject lip in excitement."Ok, back in there you pathetic sissy."

That evening when they got house, Ian immediately changed into a short skirt and silk blouse. He shivered as he pulled on lace panties and E. B. White stockings.

Wendy found she couldn't keep her script off him. Reaching under his skirt to squeeze his ass or pet his cock. Running her fingers up and down his politic blouse.

She quickly changed into a sheer nighty and silk thong with stockings that matched Ian's.

After dinner they made lie with long into the night. Fully aware that Ulysses Simpson Grant would go forward to twist around their kinship. Their sexuality.

"Please, Amy. I'm just a worthless whore. My pathetic, epicene husband needs to learn his place. I want you to do whatever you want with him."Wendy was on her knees before Ian's ugly fat workfellow.

Both she and Ian were stripped down to their intimate apparel. It was Monday morning and she had dropped her married man off. Ian wasn't allowed to drive any to a greater extent.

"That's far too masculine for a wet sissy like him."Grant had told them. The cruel man now standing behind them grinning at this new humiliation he was forcing on them. Making Wendy offer her loving husband to another woman.

"Ha ! What a dumb cunt."Amy said. She reached down and slapped Wendy across the fount. Causing the submissive lady friend to gasp with shock and a strange fervour."Sure, I'll instruct your worthless, bozo, economize a thing or two."

The fat charwoman grabbed Ian's hair and painfully pulled his aspect to her crotch as she sat down. The sissy obediently tugged down the big char's denim as Grant pulled Wendy to the threshold.

The brunet couldn't lead her eye off her husband until the door closed behind them. Her last glance was of Ian licking and kissing the fat adult female's second joint. A cutter act that used to be reserved for her alone.

But then, so was what she was doing for Grant. bit later she straddled his bare lap. Her panties on the base. Grinding her pussy against his big, hard, pecker. She couldn't period shivering as his fuck rod caressed her newly bald cunny. She felt strangely vulnerable, sensible.

He was sucking then biting her hard mammilla. Savoring her submission to his every notion.

"We are going out to eat tonight, whore."He informed her, gripping her hip tight."You will dress like a sum hussy. So will sissy Ian. I want you both to be humiliated when we walk into that restaurant, see ?"

"Mmm, yes sir."She moaned. Her consistency vibration.

"And you will take the bus, so as many masses as possible will see my nookie toys."

Wendy gasped loudly as he finally shoved his hammer oceanic abyss in her. She rubbed her big titmouse against his face.

She still had to get to work, but for the moment had lost herself in the vitiate sex that Grant forced her into.

Wendy picked Ian up after piece of work and took him to a duet stock. She had decided they would blame up some especially slutty clothes for their dinner party.

She picked out a abruptly, thermionic tube wearing apparel for her sissy husband. Shiny silver gray and it didn't quite traverse his ass. He was continuously tugging it down.

He also had fishnet stockings and a tiny lace thong that had a trouble keeping even his tiny pud covered.

Wendy picked out a leopard mark top. Basically just two straps that barely covered her nipples and then met to wrap around her waist.

Her tits were less covered than when she went to the beach. They jiggled and bounced whenever she moved. The shirt and want of bra offered no reinforcement. She needed to use special magnetic tape to score sure her tit stayed covered.

For a hindquarters she wore a short schoolgirl's skirt. Like Ian's it didn't quite cover her round ass. She wore a silk thong that offered her a little reserve. Though none for her derrière.

She also wore fishnet. They matched her hubby's. Something about that comforted her. An intimacy they could share.

Wendy figured they would need to find ways to share that involvement. It was obvious that Grant intended to strip away the bonds that near couples took for granted.

They both had Black, high heels. Stilettos. Neither were super well-heeled walking in them. Ian was just barely used to regular senior high dog.

They both stood looking at themselves in the mirror before leaving."I don't know if I can do this."Wendy said. She barely recognized the woman staring back at her. Her foresighted brown hair was now up and she looked like a bawd who was trying to be active upscale.

"I know, honey."Ian gave her a loving hug."Grant wants to bust down our resistance. This is another step in that. If we can lop like this in public, we will fit out like this anywhere."

She nodded a bit sadly. What were they becoming ?

Wendy and Ian blushed as they stepped on the bus. They got a lot of stares. And no small amount of hearty grins. Wendy couldn't help shivering with agitation. Somehow what she was wearing was even more humiliating than if she had boarded the bus fully au naturel. She kept reaching up to stop her monster mamilla from wobbling. Which merely drew to a greater extent attention to the orotund nodding eyeball.

They met a beaming concession just outside the fondness restaurant."Excellent. You both look like finish whores."He said as he pulled Wendy in for a osculation. Squeezing her round rump under her curt wench.

Wendy shivered as they walked into the restaurant. Well clip men and woman sat eating and chatting at tables. When they looked at her it was with obvious disdain. Like she was worthless. gutter rubbish to be used then tossed away.

She tried to keep her head down through the meal, but couldn't assistance looking up to see who was watching. She shivered every sentence she made eye contact. Feeling dehumanize and more worthless each prison term.

By the end of the meal a change had come over her. And over her cissy husband. The mortification had swallowed their self-importance. Leaving them even more cautious and submissive.

After the meal, grant took them back to the kitchen. He had made arrangements ahead of metre. Otherwise they wouldn't have been allowed in the eating house in the first place.

"I want you to jerk off in front of these men."Grant grinned at his darling."appearance them just how slutty you are."

The span simply mumbled ‘ yes sir'and lifted their short chick. Cook and busboys grinned as they looked at Wendy's shaved bitch. Then a small cheerfulness went up as she started to thumb herself. Ian pulling on his tiny bump next to her.

Wendy made eye link with each man. Knowing that if any asked she would willingly fuck them in front of her husband. Knowing he wouldn't protest.

Neither lasted long. When done grant ushered them out the back into the darkness bowling alley. Chuckling as the kitchen door closed on them.

Dejected at what they continued to turn, they made their way home.

Wendy had been ordered to wear inappropriate apparel to work by her master. After the Monday night dinner she had short choice but give in.

Wednesday she found herself stepping into an crucial node coming together. Wearing a blouse that exposed an uncomely measure of her massive segmentation. As well as a annulus that was immodestly short and slit up one side, showing off the top of her stocking.

Her collaborator in the meeting was Bev. An older cleaning lady who Wendy had beaten out for a forwarding almost a twelvemonth ago. They had been acid rivals before that. Now they were active adversary. The honest-to-god woman took every opportunity to countermine Wendy's piece of work.

The older womanhood gave Wendy an astonished tone when she saw how she was dressed. The men in the meeting couldn't stop staring at the submissive cleaning woman's mammilla.

As the display dragged on, Bev took more and more control. Something Wendy would throw successfully defended just a workweek ago.

Now it was almost as if she was the quondam charwoman's assistant.

The clients certainly seemed to think so.

After they were finished, the men shuffled out. The two professional women gathered their textile up.

"You'll be fired if I let on how you came dressed today."Bev announced from behind Wendy."You look like a tramp."

The beautiful brunet didn't defend herself. She just continued arraigning files. Keeping her brain down.

Bev grinned. She could sense some sort of change in the younger woman. It was obvious she could work it. But how ?

Bev wanted to mortify the girl like she had been humiliated when she was passed over. She grinned at Wendy's back. Her circle ass nearly exposed by her unretentive skirt as she bent over the table.

Bev felt an pose signified of power and exhilaration as she swatted the immature woman's ass. Wendy's promontory jerked up and she gasped in surprise.

"You aren't better than me now. Are you, whore ?"Bev asked. She grabbed the woman's long brown hair and swatted her again."Are you !"She demanded.

"N ... no ma'am."Wendy responded meekly."You ... you are obviously my ... superior."She squeaked as another blow landed on her rear.

"You have everyone fooled, but not me."Bev said as she lifted Wendy's skirt up past her rhythm ass. Revealing two beautiful blench eyeball hugging a silk flip-flop."What a whore. You're just a lying, manipulative bitch. Probably slept your way to your position. Didn't you !"The former woman continued to punctuate her words with sharp smack on Wendy's now bare asscheeks.

Wendy winced as her derrière was punished. Her pale flesh slowly turning garden pink. It wasn't on-key. She was a cracking employee. She had worked hard to get where she was.

Of grade, where she was, was bent over a tabulate getting spanked by a co-worker.

Wendy clenched her centre shut in shame when she said,"Yes. That's right. I'm terrible at my job. I ... I manipulated and ... and used my body."There were tear in her closed oculus when she admitted,"I'm a complete fancy woman, and don't merit my job."

Bev let out a laugh of triumph. She shoved Wendy to the floor and walked out in triumph."Whore."She hissed back over her shoulder joint as Wendy sobbed.

Grant was slowly and successfully dehumanizing the untested duo. Ian was further along than Wendy. thing like wearing cleaning lady's dress all the meter and not being allowed to ride, constantly ground away at his ego.

Wendy was quickly catching up. complaint about her dress had been made at work. Yet she continued to dress like a bawd. She was sure to drop off her job soon.

Grant had dreamed up some new abasement for her. They were to be done mostly in secret. Simply a way to show her that she was his belonging even when he wasn't there.

The first ... Quiet clock time. Between four and nine in the eventide, on weekdays, she was to wear some form of ball gag.

"Whores are to be seen. Not heard."He had told her."order has incorrectly taught you that should have a voice."Her cruel master had chuckled at that.

He even ordered her to do her grocery shopping in the afternoon. Wendy would be humiliated. Feeling dehumanized with the ball gag in her mouth. Other shoppers staring and smirking at her.

The endorse buck private humiliation ... T-mail. Before she could remove the gag out she had to undress, alone in her room. Then she had to run a strip of duct tape from the top of her bald pubic mound, down to spread over her bare cunny. Then a piece each across her big chest. Making sure to comprehend her mamilla.

At her leisure she was to charge the tape off. Fast or slack, was her choice. First her breasts. Then her pussy. Always leaving her skin raw and electrocution.

The tape across her genitalia was then to be mailed to Grant.

She found it humiliating to have to write out his speech, then list the number of fuzz pulled on the back of the envelope. Usually ‘ zero whisker'as Ian plucked her nearly every day.

The third abasement was that they were to celebrate separate suite. The passe-partout chamber was to belong to their headmaster. During the calendar week they had to slumber alone in their own rooms. Their theater was just big enough, after converting Wendy's office.

Only on the weekend were they allowed to kip together in the victor bedroom.

Also Wendy was no longer to fake at home plate. Ian was told to do that. He had a pink forestage with white frilly edging. And the words ‘ the duteous wife honey to serve'printed on it.

Each day they were shown just how submissive they were. Reminded that concession owned them. Controlled them.

It was Friday good afternoon. Wendy had stopped by to pick up her sissy married man from study. Earlier she had been given a last warning at employment for frock codification violation.

Ulysses S. Grant had quickly fucked her over his desk. pressing her big tits and her cheek against the hard wood as he thrust into her. Then he took his naked favourite to the breakroom.

There he led them to a metallic skillet on the buffet. Set on a big hot plate it was noticeably making the room heater.

"It's time for you two fuckwits to be done with your wedding rings."He told them as they knelt before him. Wendy and Ian looked at each other in repulsion."They are unnecessary reminder of vows that no longer utilise to you."

The duad stood together. With his forefront lowered, Ian let his ring ‘ clunk !'into the pan.

Wendy rubbed hers for a moment. It's weight had been a constant reminder of their passion. A proof of their enduring partnership.

Her eyes filled with tears as her ring ‘ clunked !'future to Ian's quickly melting atomic number 79.

"Excellent."assignment smirked."I'm going to give the gold to a homeless guy so he can buy drugs."Their cruel master waved them off."Get out."

Wendy packed up her place. teardrop in her heart and a laborious weight in her chest.

She had been fired. She knew it was coming and wanted desperately to call up Ian. To hear his comforting voice.

Grant had refused. He had this planned and had told her ahead of time that all she could do was hail to him when it happened.

things got unsound when Bev came in to gloat."Finally got what you deserve ? Good riddance, you trash."The old cleaning woman grinned with her weaponry crossed, holding a theme sack.

Then Bev shut the threshold behind her."Got you a going away present."

"Please just go."Wendy begged, but the woman just shook her straits.

"Strip, whore. You love showing off that slutty soundbox. Let me show you what you're really worth."

Wendy wanted to decline. To scream at the woman to leave.

Instead she had to look on Bev's smiling get wider as her clothes slowly fell to the floor.

"Bet you think male child like a girl with big cow udders like you."Bev said stepping forward. She pinched Wendy's tit and twisted them as she talked."Not unfeigned. They just know you'll spread your whore ramification at the drop of a hat."

The cleaning lady finally let go and made the younger char kneeling. Bev took a moment to smirk down at her rival. She savored her victory over the younger char. Then she pulled a big jar out of the sack. Honey.

The senior woman poured it all over Wendy's body. Mostly from the neck down. Tears filled Wendy's optic as the embarrassing muck began to cover her beautiful trunk.

The submissive woman shivered as the goopy honey covered her big tits. As it seeped into her genital organ. Like a giant honey bee jizzing all over her.

Bev chuckled, relishing her business leader over the submissive cunt. She used her bare hands to propagate the beloved all over. Taking her sentence rubbing it on Wendy's titan udders.

A shiver of excitement ran through the older fair sex as her fingerbreadth massaged down between the beautiful brunette's thighs. She ignored her ungodly lustfulness as she groped another womanhood's sex. Smearing the honey all over Wendy's pussycat.

Then she pulled out a bag of feather.

"This is just a reminder of your home in the world."Bev said as she pressed the feathers all over Wendy's sticky body. Making sure enough to cover the lady friend's pillowy breasts. And taking an extra large handful and mashing it forcefully against Wendy's cunny.

Then she made the young woman get dressed over her honey and feathers. She actually helped the humble missy wind up packing. Then escorted her all the way out to her car. past tense snickering, one-time fellow worker. Giving her a jaunty wave and smiling as she drove off.

The feathering were spotty under her dress, and Grant laughed when he saw them.

She had hurried past tense Ian's desk outside. Grant's threshold was slammed in the sissy's cheek, though he could tell his wife was overturn. He wasn't allowed to soothe her. His heart breaking just a little as he sat down. His fingers rubbing where his hoop had been.

Grant made Wendy strip, then kneel under his desk. She spent the rest of the day there. Sucking and licking her master's dick. Feeling soiled and foul covered in the viscous honey and scratchy feathers.

That's where she spent the rest of the week. There or on Grant's office couch typing up notes on a laptop.

She was his personal help now. Left with fiddling choice but to work for him. As he had planned.

Ian gave the swarthy node a probationary grin as he took the man's hollow cup. assignment had left him waiting in reception while he finished a call.

"You may go in now, sir."The sissy informed him.

Ian could just barely see his wife as the door opened. She was au naturel and knack over Grant desk. Her ass toward the door. Her wrists and ankles spread and tied the the wooden desk.

He shivered when he heard the swarthy man chuckle as he unbuckled his belt ammunition. Then the door closed.

Soon Ian winced when he heard the sharp CRACK ! of the belt through the room access. His married woman's heroic cries over and over in reply as she was abused.

Unbidden, his tiny pantywaist blow got hard.

This was the way it should be. Him, alone and humiliated in woman's intimate apparel. While real men played with his toys. Played rough.

Probably breaking them.

"You know I love you dearly."Wendy assured her terrific husband.

They snuggled together after failing to make legal tender, normal sexual love.

Ian had ended up going down on her and gave Wendy an orgasm, but they couldn't get his little sting hard.

Wendy grinned at her husband."It's probably for the upright. This pathetic zero has never satisfied me anyway."She flicked his little pansy bump. Then pinched the tip and pulled on it."We both know you aren't the man in our relationship. Not anymore. Go put on something more appropriate."She ordered him.

Ian stood and crossed to the dresser. His tiny penis was already twitching from his wife's humiliating words.

Ian's cissy trunk shivered as he pulled on white-hot stockings. His dicklette fully hard by the time both were on.

"A play off negligee too. You silly wimp."She told him. So he pulled on a Elwyn Brooks White lace top. One that didn't cover his shameful crotch.

When he moved back to the bed Wendy pushed him to his back and straddled his fork. Moaning as she slid his short pecker into her wet hole.

"I can't even feel you."She lied, grinding back and Forth River. Fucking her hubby.

This was it. This was the only if time Ian even felt half a man. With his penis in his wife. Even this had been tainted by Hiram Ulysses Grant. He was impotent if he wasn't reminded how much of a sissy he had become.

He reached up and grabbed his wife's big jiggling breasts. Enjoying fucking his own wife. Even just for a moment.

Ian had a routine in the dawn. One Grant designed to be degrading. To constantly remind him of his lieu.

He had to heat earlier than his wife. When he slipped out of bed he put on high heels. Not his work heels. These are just for around the sign. Then he pulled on a sister blue housecoat over his night-robe.

He would head down to the kitchen where he put on his pink apron and made breakfast.

Then he went back upstairs where he had to use up a bubble bath. ‘ garden pink pipe dream'was his brand. Ian would be heedful to knock off off any offending hairs on his sissy consistency.

After the bath he picked out his clothes for the day. Mostly concentrating on the intimate apparel, as that's all he will be allowed to tire at piece of work anyway.

Once he had pulled on stockings and panties, he picked out a bra or peignoir. Then he sat at his vanity. Probably the most mortify part of his morning.

The makeup table is something Grant bought him. A girly stead made for a sissy. It was blank wood with pinko frilly cloth stapled to the sharpness. With a big mirror and plenty of drawers. It had a gibe chairman with a fancy back, and tap upholstered seat. Also with frills.

Ian would take ten or fifteen hour getting his war paint right.

Then he would pull on a garb or a annulus and blouse. He would get in the car on the passenger side and his wife would ram them to work.

He would sit with his hands primly in his lap. Waiting patiently for whatever Ulysses Grant had in depot that day.

He didn't even shed any tears through the outgrowth anymore.

"I have a fun night planned for us Saturday."Duncan Grant announced to his favourite.

He sat on his lounge, naked. Wendy next to him in a blue-blooded negligee. Her head in his lap, bobbing up and down as she stacked his cock.

Ian knelt on the floor in strawman. He wore a pink lacing bra and twinned panties. He held Ian's right metrical unit by the ankle and heel.

Slowly the pansy licked his boss's metrical unit. His clapper would move up one side. He would osculate, ten suck a toe. Then he would lick back down.

Grant loved the way the cissy's tongue felt on his foot. Not quite tickling. Just a pacify pleasure. On top of the blowjob, he could feel his coming coming fast.

The cruel boss groaned as he shot his load in Wendy's mouth. The beautiful cleaning woman desperately swallowing his slimy jizz.

Then he pushed her to the flooring next to her husband. Obediently she picked up his left field groundwork. She looked up at him and met Duncan Grant eyes. Looking humiliated as she sucked his big toe in her mouth.

"We are going to go to a bar and have a fun night out."assignment finished. Smirking down at his slave.

The submissive couple continued to go down on and osculate their master's feet. Humiliated, but obedient on the floor before him.

Ian still had some men's wearable in a box in the basement. Grant figured there would be times he wanted him to sham to be a man.

That Sabbatum they all went to a bar. Cary Grant arrived first, with a escort. A young blonde woman. Then Ian came in and got a table.

Finally Wendy. Dressed slutty and hot. She sat at the bar and scoped the spot out. She was to cull the horrifying guy. person who would normally be going home alone. At some point she would ask over him back to the back street and chip in him a blowjob.

Ian would experience to sneak back to watch.

She got a couple boozing in her. Openly flirting with a couple guys. Then Ian watched as she walkt over to a fat new man. The guy looked sweaty. His chubby expression lit up when the brunette whispered in his ear though.

Wendy led him into the back vestibule and out of sight. A hour later Ian got up to follow.

"I know a cuck husband when I see one."Came an buttery voice from behind Ian. He turned to find a tall old man blocking his way back to the bar.

"Excited to take in your married woman with another man ?"The tall man stepped forward with each Holy Scripture. Forcing the pansy back by his bare presence. Down the hall. Past the bathroom. Into a small computer memory elbow room.

The old man swiftly grabbed Ian's hair with one hand, and shoved his other down the submissive man's morass.

"Ha ! Silk panty. I figured."The stranger tugged Ian's bloomers down. Revealing his shame. Then he slapped Ian across the face."Do as I say, and this will be over quick."

The milksop's side stung as he was pushed to his knee joint. The old man quickly pulled out his yearn dick. Tapping it against Ian's face."Give us a good suction, boy."The old man said.

Ian looked up from his kneeling position, at the man's grinning look. Then he submissively nodded. He took as much of the foreign man's hawkshaw in his mouth as he could.

Outside, just feet away, Wendy was on her knees too. Her case bobbing up and down on the fat man's lap as he moaned.

She pleasured a over stranger as if her wedding vows meant zip. She had just walked up to him and asked, ‘ want me to suck your prick in the skittle alley ?'like a plebeian fancy woman.

Because that's what she was.

Her body shivered with excitement as she massaged the man's sweaty balls. As fat leaned forward and reached beneath her.

She could feel her top tear as he yanked it assailable to paw at her breast. Roughly mauling her giant tits once he set them costless.

Wendy moaned with pain in the ass and lust.

Inside the old man chuckled each time he thrust his cock deep in the gagging sissy's throat. He had a handful of Ian's hair painfully grabbed on each slope of his heading and was roughly face fucking the wimp. Ian had tears in his eyes from the crude treatment.

"Ah ! I'm going to cum. Don't swallow yet,"the tall man ordered."Hold it on your clapper so I can see."Then he was spurting inside Ian's mouth.

Obediently, the sissy didn't swallow. Opening his mouth to show the old man. Trying to disregard the warm, disgusting, slime on his tongue.

"Ha ! Good. Wonderful. You really are just a sissy."The old man watched Ian. Gloating in his mastery of the younger man. Savoring Ian's humiliation. A stranger's jizz pooled on his sissy tongue.

Finally he put his cock away and zipped up his pants."Swallow."

The man walked out as Ian gulped down his jizz.

Outside, Wendy gulped down her own cargo of cum. The fat man chuckling and groaning his way through an orgasm. Then he just zipped up his pants and walked away from her without another tidings. Leaving the cum dumpster there in the skittle alley with the balance of the chalk.

Later Ulysses Simpson Grant's appointment laughed at the pathetic dyad. Wendy and Ian were naked. On their articulatio genus in Grant's back yard. Their nookie were in the air and cheek pressed to the mud as the blonde sprayed them with chilli weewee from the hose.

The loving brace faced each other. Their fountainhead touching. Their bodies shivering in the cold water.

The woman had given them each a small spanking. Nowhere near as painful as they usually received.

Grant had found it hilarious that Ian sucked off the old man. Now he was letting his date abuse them as a form of stimulation.

The char quickly got bored though."Let's go in. I'm horny."She said. Taking off her shirt as she walked into the theater.

subsidization grinned as he put his boot against Wendy's ass."Time to go household slut."He shoved her forward into the mud.

Shamefully the hubby and wife collected their discarded wearing apparel as Grant headed upstairs to lie with his date.

Ian had a supporter named Chuck. They had known each early since college and still hung out once a month or so. Though not since Ian's new job.

On Sunday Ian invited Chuck over for lunch. They chatted happily through the meal, though Ian had butterfly in his sissy tummy.

assignment had ordered this sports meeting up.

After tiffin Ian blurted out his logical argument. Worried that if he waited too recollective he would lose his nerve.

"Would you like to do it my wife ? I'm too pitiable to delight her in bed."Ian nearly gasped.

chuck just stared at him for a long minute of arc. Ian trembled all over in prevision and apprehensiveness. Truly he had valued his friendship with this man. Now Grant was forcing him to throw it away. There would be no going back to normal after this. No matter what grub decided.

"Wendy ? You want me to eff your married woman Wendy ?"He asked.

Ian nodded. Not able to meet his supporter's eyes."You can fuck her rough. She's just a tart. She'll let any real man do what he wants with her."Ian slumped, his stemma delivered. It was all up to eats now.

"fountainhead, yeah. Of grade I want to lie with her. Now ?"Chuck asked with a grin.

Ian nodded. Feeling cheat and humiliated by his longtime ally. He couldn't help his piddling prick get excited at eats's reply.

chow found Wendy in the master bedroom. He didn't know that it wasn't really theirs anymore. She sat on the edge of the bed in a red lace lash and sheer gabardine crop top. She stood when he entered.

"Ian said you like it rough."chow said. Shutting the room access behind him as he pulled off his shirt.

"I don't like it, but a tangible man can do whatever he wants to me."She answered, moving close to her husband's friend.

"Whatever he wants ?"chuck asked. He grabbed her longsighted hair and painfully yanked her head back as she placed her palms on his dresser.

"Anything."Wendy gasped.

chow sneered. He had always been attracted to Ian's married woman, of course. How had that chicken gotten such a hot woman ?

Wendy gasped again when Chuck gave her face a mates light slaps. Smiling at how slavish she was. He reached down and lifted her top. Pinching her nipples and squeezing her big titmouse.

He nodded in satisfaction and forced her to turn over the bed. Taking a few moments to swat and spank her round ass before tugging down her flip-flop.

"William Tell me you want my cock."He ordered. Rubbing her wet cunny. His fingers pressed between her spreading thighs.

"Ooh ! I want it. I want your big peter, Chuck."Wendy moaned for him.

She leaned forward and bit the back of her clenched fist in lust when he started rubbing his dick against her kitty-cat. How could he ? This man she had been supporter with for yr. Since she had met Ian. Had he wanted her all this fourth dimension ? Watched her with lust in his eyes ?

Now she was his run thing. He had no esteem for her as a person. Only as an aim to be fucked. Something to take pleasure from.

Wendy shook through a minor orgasm as chow's tool slowly pushed into her. She moaned and groaned as he got into his calendar method of birth control. Slapping her ass in time with his push.

eats felt better than he had ever imagined as he plowed Ian's wife. When he was ready he finished in the entirely way that seemed appropriate.

chuck pulled out and shoved Wendy to the level. With a jubilant groan and a grin he came all over her face and mammilla. Wiping his cock off in her hair when he was finished.

He left without saying a word to the fancy woman, or the sissy. Their friendship broken.

Though perhaps he would be back to bonk the big titted slut. He would think about it anyway.

Grant didn't have it off Ian much anymore. Not since Wendy became his assistant. workplace after eats's visit was different.

Ian's ass was on blast as he gripped his chief's desk. Grants big hammer swiftly jackhammering him from behind as he squeaked.

They had told him every point of eats visit and Duncan Grant was quite pleased. More than please, he wanted to physically pound home Ian's worthlessness as a husband.

"The two of you are coming along nicely."He told them as he gripped Ian's articulatio coxae and stab.

Wendy could only view with compassion as her sissy husband was fucked deep in the ass. She knelt passively on the floor. Waiting her turn.

"I understand you are estranged from your begetter, Ian. He's a real objet d'art of shit. Or so my whore William Tell me."He grabbed Ian's fuzz, yanking his head up.

"Unh ! Unh ! Uh-huh !"Ian gasped. His hard little pud slapping up and down.

"You will take Wendy to him. Offer her to that piece of shit. Give her to him for the night."

Ian moaned loudly as he came. He hated his Fatherhood. Hated him for what the cruel man did to him and his female parent when he was vernal. He had hoped to never see him again in his life.

Wendy crawled beneath her husband. Licking Ian's sad cummies off the movement of the desk.

"I bet you both have a great night."Hiram Ulysses Grant gloated as he came in his sissyish pet's ass.

Saint Patrick groaned as he lifted his bulk from the have on couch. He wondered what unconsidered prick would be knocking so late. It was nearly seven and he was already on his fifth beer.

Ian knocked again. The two story house was run down, and in a bad locality. One of the front windows was spiderwebbed with cracks.

The couple stood waiting on the porch. Ian in a dead pink sundress. Wendy in a blue miniskirt and white halter with no bra. Her grim areola clearly visible through the flimsy fabric.

They both wore matching white stockings.

When the threshold finally opened, Ian's breath caught in his throat. The man who had made his childhood a living hell grinned down at him.

Wrinkly, older, his muscles turned to fat, and a big unit of ammunition belly beneath a greasy T-shirt. The old man still intimidated his son.

"Huh. If it ain't my lilliputian pansy. Finally dressing like he always wanted."Patrick chuckled as he looked his son up and down."And you show up with a sporting lady ?"

"D ... dad ? This is my wife. Wendy."Ian felt in a stupor. Was he really a grown up ? Or was he a child again ?

"Yeah, that seems about right. The merely woman you could'a got is one you paid for."

"I'm not a sporting lady. And I love your son. making love Ian."Wendy boldly protested.

"Huh, c'mon in then."The old man turned and ushered them in."Why are you here, fuckwit ? I ain't got no money for ya."

Ian took a rich breath."I ... I'm a sissy cuck. My ... schoolmaster demanded that I offer you my wife for the nighttime. To do whatever you want to her."Ian found himself looking at his feet as he explained. Glossy, ashen high heels over his tweed stockings. He couldn't bring himself to look his wife or his Fatherhood in the heart.

Patrick grinned and stepped close up to Wendy. She grimaced and looked away in shame, as the old man brazenly flipped her shirt up. Her declamatory breasts fully bared to him."Nice tits."He told her as he gave them a house squeeze."Yeah, ok. I'll roll in the hay your whore married woman, you little shit."

Patric pulled the brunet into a close embrace."There's an old kennel out back. Grab a blanket and go sleep out there. While I rock this bitch's world."

Patric followed Ian to the backdoor. Tossing him a ratty blanket as they passed the short laundry room. Then the pantywaist was out in the back yard.

"Let's get something straight ..."Ian could hear the old whoreson slap his married woman as the doorway closed.

With weeping in his eyes, the pantywaist stepped into the fenced in kennel. He wrapped the blanket around himself and cuddled in the large dog house as a second base narrative window opened. Shedding some visible radiation on the second M.

Soon he could learn his wife gasping with intimate pleasure. His begetter's own fuck groan sending shivers down his spine. The occasional acuate snap of a script striking skin would hold across the yard. Spanks or slaps, Ian had no way of knowing.

It was a farsighted Night. His begetter seemed to have the stamen of a twenty yr old.

In the cockcrow, Ian gently sucked on his father's balls. The old man's limp cock rested against the Milquetoast's boldness. Slick with fresh jizz and Wendy's bitch juice.

Wendy had made breakfast. Now she sat adjacent to the old man on the couch. He happily groped her between bites of bacon and goner. The pantywaist on his human knee before his father. Serving him in a way no son should.

"Yeah, we are going to have to get together like this more often, pussy."The old man chuckled above his son.

Grant smirked down at his pet."Sounds like you both had a dandy clock time with your old man."He taunted.

Wendy was laying across her victor's lap. Nude except for a pitch blackness garter and stockings. And her high hound. Her ass was red and throbbing from a spanking. She moaned quietly as Hiram Ulysses Grant fucked her with two fingers.

Ian knelt in the center of the room. Still in his lacy bra, though his scanty lay discarded nearby. He also had a garter and stockings. Matching his wife's. His flyspeck prick still stung from the hot wax Grant had dripped all over it.

"Sat nighttime I have a really fun program for the two of you. take in sure you take duplicate care getting gear up before you come over.

Wendy gasped as her master's pollex flicked her sensitive clitoris. Her trunk shivered as she was taken by a minuscule climax.

"I wonder what he has planned for us."Grant said as he stepped into the master sleeping room Fri Nox. They were both naked and excited to sleep together. One of only three nights they were allowed per calendar week.

"Something vile no doubt."Wendy said as she looked thoughtfully at her sissy husband.

With his slight body plucked and his make up on he really did look like a girlfriend. Even naked, his tiny sissyish protuberance was easy to overlook.

She ordered him to put on a purple lace panty and nighty. Cropped to show off his smoothen tummy.

On the bed he lay between her thighs. Licking her to orgasm as she squeezed her big tits and thought about her captain's cock.

Then she let him lay down and pulled his step-in down fat enough so she could draw his small dicklette in her mouth.

She couldn't help a unusual feeling of ignominy as she sucked the Milquetoast off. Like she was doing something no one would approve of.

Afterward they held each other lovingly. Drifting asleep together.

They were both dressed in cute Lady Jane Grey cocktail dresses. Short and a bit uncomely, though inert for most of the activity their victor had called upon them to do.

"I have a champion who runs a bordello."Ulysses Simpson Grant smiled at his pets."You are going to prostitute your wife."

Ian's eyes went all-embracing with shock, but Wendy just nodded her head. She had fiddling pity or reserve left after the endure few weeks.

Ulysses Simpson Grant drove them to a large sign in a lower socio-economic class closure near the airdrome. When they went in they were greeted by half a 12 washed out cleaning lady in lingerie. And a handful of men in tawdry business lawsuit.

Grant worked affair out with the madam.

"Great. Ian strip to your underwear."The sissy had a baby wild blue yonder, silk bra and panty. Along with white stockings. Grant made him kneel near the entrance and tied the sissy's wrists behind his back.

He wrote ‘ PLEASE, FUCK MY bawd married woman. $ 50'on Ian's bay window in hot pink lipstick.

Wendy changed into a Stanford White, short lace skirt and matching camisole. She was by a with child security deposit the most attractive adult female there.

Then they waited. With her standing side by side to her husband looking sultry.

Soon the first gear Saint John paid for Ian's wife. An honest-to-goodness man, he paid the madam with a credit notice who gave him a dollar and instructions in return.

The old man grinned as he walked back and shoved the dollar in Ian's panties and led Wendy away.

Before long the old man and Wendy returned. The Gospel According to John gave Ian a firm slap across his fount and left with a smile.

The evening turned into a long night of dollar bills, fucks and slaps. Fourteen men in all. Wendy was sore and exhausted by the end.

Ian spent most of the night with binge in his heart. His bosom breaking a little more each time a stranger led his wife away.

Something about being so complicit in selling her dead body. Something about accepting the dollars as a pittance for breaking their intimacy killed a little of his person.

When they got home early in the sunup they both slept in their own chamber.

Sunday started with a call from grant. The smug man asked how they enjoyed their first foray into being whore. Then moved on without waiting for an answer.

He was excited about the orders he had to fall in the pathetic couple. The next office of his master plan.

Ian put on a cute pink bra and panty set. With lilliputian low-spirited bows on his hips and in between the cups. He also had a white garter and stockings and a petty aristocratic bow in his hair.

Wendy wore a red lace one small-arm with a thong back. The lace was sheer enough that her breasts were clearly visible. As was the fact that her pussy was bald.

She has stockings that matched Ian, but without the garter.

They took a deep breath. Then walked out into the sunny day of their back grand.

Wendy got the lawn mower out and Ian grabbed the gardening basket.

When they started on the straw man G they drew onlooker. Cars slowed down as they passed. Neighbors peeked out of windows.

Wendy, sweaty and nearly nude as she pushed the mower. Ian looking like a pansy in women's underwear as he knelt and weeded the bloom beds.

"I'm not sure we are up for a party."Wendy weakly protested.

"That wasn't a request."Grant growled over the earpiece."Be at Hank's by seven."Then he hung up.

"A political party with the boys."Wendy told Ian.

"I ... what should I wear ? Do they know ? Oh god, what if concession told them the things he made us do ?"

Wendy patted his shoulder."I'll avail you pick out a overnice apparel. If Ulysses Simpson Grant hasn't told them, then we will say you've taken up crossdressing."

Wendy led him to his way. Now fully decked out like a teen lady friend's bedroom, as Cary Grant had purchased humiliating item for him. In gain to the princess vanity, the bed was a pink frilly canopy incubus. accomplished with half a twelve fluffy pillows and gorge animals. The wallpaper was clean with pink hearts. There was a pink armchair in one corner and a big wooden rocking knight in another. Big enough that Ian could use it with just a bit of irritation. One bulwark even had two posters on it. One was of three stripped down sexy firemen. The former a sexy vampire man with a big swelling in his bloomers.

Ian had been ordered to masturbate three times a week while staring at the posters.

Wendy opened his actor's assistant and pulled out a snitch yellow, lacing bra and panty set. Then a short, blue dress with a pleated chick and a push button up top. His bra was visible through the white cloth. A pair of white-hot high heels and a blue hair bow completed his corps de ballet.

"No stockings ?"He asked a little disappointed. He actually liked when they wore equalize stockings. Without their annulus it had become a strange form of intimacy to them both.

"Not tonight, sissy,"Wendy told him as she caressed his cheek.

Then she headed to her own room while he got dressed.

Wendy's bedroom was a bit more desolate. knit stitch bed, toilet table and pocket-size vanity.

She was getting more excited by the instant though. Surely Grant hadn't told the others what he had done to her. The evening would avail her flavor like her old ego. Hanging out among old friends.

She pulled out a pink silk thong and matching half cup bra. Wondering if they would toy any of those stripping game. Usually she was only willing when she was drunk. Tonight though ...

The thinking of real men seeing her in her sexy underclothes turned her on. The bra couldn't even successfully cover her nipples. Her little berries would be on display for all to see.

She pulled on a slim tank-top. Grey so her areola didn't show through, though her nipples were clearly outlined in the fabric.

Then a dyad of blind drunk workout shorts to match. Small enough that the bottom boundary of her asscheeks were visible.

Then they were in the car and on their way.

They walked around the side of Thomas J. Hanks family. They could hear people on the patio. Wendy smiled as she turned the corner and saw her friends.

Ian picked up on the strange mood right away. There was anticipation in the air. An clumsiness not caused by his womanhood's vesture.

Then he noticed the only other wife was Tilda. The chubby blonde.

"Lookin good, Ian !"Bart said in what seemed like a jovial voice, though the sissy thought he caught a predatory sharpness to the man's vox.

That's what he felt, Ian realized as Ben handed Wendy a swallow. The boys had always seemed like predators to him, but now it felt like it was out in the unresolved.

"Ah ! The woman of the street of purity has arrived. And her pitiful sissy cuck."Grant announced as he stepped out of the house behind them.

Ian saw a tingle run through Wendy. The seismic disturbance on her face. The thin facing of normality she had built for herself shattering.

The patch had been broken. The boys hungrily grinned at the slavish twosome.

assignment stepped close and put an arm around Wendy's waist. He could finger the beautiful woman trembling as he hugged her."The boys have been waiting to see more of you fore some time."He brazenly reaches for her big nipple with his free hand. Squeezing them in front of the crew. Savoring the broken look of desperation on her beautiful expression."I've told them all about your new status in my company."

"Yeah, on your knees, jade !"Tilda called out. Wendy shuddered at the venom in the chubby woman's articulation.

"Let's get this political party started."subsidisation grinned, licking the side of Wendy's neck. He moved her up on the terrace, so everyone could get a ripe sentiment."Now show the male child what you've selfishly been keeping from them."He ordered, stepping away.

Ian gasped when Tilda grabbed him and pulled him to the incline. Away from the boys and his wife. She lay down on a lounger and pulled him down next to her bulk."They're going to wreck your cocotte married woman, sissy."She whispered in his ear.

On the patio, Wendy gripped the keister of her tank-top. She didn't have enough ego left to resist. Her self respect had been burned away by Grant. If the men she considered her honest-to-goodness, and dependable supporter wanted to abuse her ... she wouldn't resist.

The gathered male child cheered as she pulled the grey shirt over her principal. Her heavy nipples visible just above the half-cup bra.

She turned and deform way over to pluck her shorts down. Obediently making certain the show was exciting for the men. The cut textile slipped over her amazing ass. Now mostly revealed. Only her thong protected her modestness.

Standing back up she reached back with one hand. Covering her big breasts with the other. Hiding her tits as the pinko bra fell to the primer.

The son cheered again when she revealed her white meat with a piffling brandish. Looking to Duncan Grant for approval.

Tilda groped Ian's chest through his dress, as they watched. Rubbing him through his lacing bra.

Wendy nibbled her humbled lip. Then quickly pulled her panties off. She stood before the men in all her nude sculpture nimbus. Waiting for her following indignity.

"I think the male child deserve an apology for the way you've treated them. Keeping your goodies for yourself. Or worse, for that sissy."

He stepped up and pushed her to her manus and genu."Australian crawl ..."He sneered, savoring the Scripture."Crawl to each man and say your sorry. Then buss his penis to show your submission."

Shivering, Wendy crawled on her script and knees to the 1st man. Ben quickly pulled his operose tool out as she whimpered,"I'm so pitiful, sir. Muh ... my ass is yours to roleplay with."Then she leaned in and pressed her sassing against the tip of his shaft.

"sanctum fuck !"Ben gasped as she gave his cock a long kiss.

Then she crawled to the adjacent man. Another dick kiss. This prison term with a small tongue. As she crawled away he slapped her round ass hard. Leaving a soft red bridge player print.

So did the next man, and the next. Wendy crawled to each of her protagonist. Kissing dick and getting spanked. Decisively showing everyone, including herself what her new theatrical role in the grouping was.

On the recliner, fat Tilda had pulled off Ian's dress. She was grinning and giggling as she watched Wendy humiliated. Her hand was in Ian's jaundiced, lace scanty. She pinched and pulled on his flyspeck prick as Wendy debased herself.

Most of the men had pulled out their telephone set and were taking moving picture of the beautiful naked charwoman as Ulysses Simpson Grant made her vex.

"You want the boys to make something to think this Night by, don't you ?"He asked her as he made her twist over a chair."Wiggle that cute ass for the camera."He ordered. The naked cleaning woman obediently obeyed.

Over and over she posed. On her hands and knees, kissing Grant's shoe. On a hot seat, her ramification broad, finger's breadth pulling her pussylips apart. On her knees, squeezing her big tits together and licking her brim for the camera.

Tilda has stripped and forced the pantywaist to the ground. His face buried between her meaty thigh. She moaned and squeezed her own breasts as he licked her wet cunt.

The boy lifted Wendy up and placed her on another waiting area chair. Hank pulled her arms above her head and tied her wrists to the frame, as Grant had told him.

Her cruel master copy leaned in and whispered in her ear as he pinched her nipple."I want you to feel helpless for this next part."He pushed a rubber formal gag into her mouth."You always thought of us as your friends. We always thought of you as another snatch to fuck."He gave her a sneer as he tightened the gag's strap.

Wendy's oral sex was spinning as Hank lay down on top of her. Then she moaned as his big dick penetrated her lost snatch.

The big man groped her tits. Squeezing unnecessarily hard as he fucked her. He grunted as his peter speared mysterious inside the bound beauty.

After Hank shot his load inside her she was mounted by the next. Ben happily gave her aspect a few smacking as his peter slid into her marshy cunt. Then he moved on to her breasts. Smacking them back and Forth. Enjoying the way they jiggled and bounced as she squealed into her gag.

Over and over the boys fucked and abused her. Running a train on her beautiful kitty-cat. They had each taken some ED pills so they could fuck her more than once.

By the time they were done, Wendy's kitty-cat was a gaping mess. Sore and caked with jizz. She had been brought to a handful of powerful orgasms, and lay there exhausted.

"Ah, ah, ah ! Not fourth dimension to catch some Z's yet, you stupid cum dumpster."Tilda stood naked and large above the bounds char. She pulled the ballgag out of Wendy's backtalk."My turn."

The fat woman settled her volume on the beautiful mess. Straddling the bound girls expression. She rubbed her privates against Wendy's lips, already wet from Ian's cunt licking.

Wendy obediently licked and sucked the fat fair sex's kitty. A slave even to early woman's pleasure.

The boy laughed as Grant forced Ian to creep between his wife's legs. Submissively the sissy began to lap up the Alpha's cum.

Grant stood behind the wimp and raised a leather swath. Ian squealed as he was whipped. The leather kissing a line of flak through his lacing panties.

Finally the boy started to leave. Joking and marveling over the scene they had taken, the contumely they had given, and the potential for the futurity.

Soiled and used, Wendy and Ian made their way back to their car. Then back home. They showered together and lay down in the professional bedroom. Snuggling each other to sleep.



Mon Grant had his two pets in his office. A tall man with a slim mustache and an expensive causa sat on a chairman in the corner watching.

"I'm very lofty of the two of you. I think you are ready for the next footmark on your journey. cartoon strip naked."He ordered the span.

"This is Mr. Jorst."Their master explained as the pair quickly got nude."He brought composition for you to sign that will reverse your piteous excuse for a marriage."

Wendy and Ian both gasped as they removed the last of their clothes. Grant grinned at the couple. Waiting to see if either would protest.

When they didn't all four gathered around Grant's big wood desk.

"Uhrum. Now. These papers state the marriage is illicit as Ian has never been a proper man."The tall lawyer harrumphed at them."Would you say that is correct miss ?"

Wendy hesitated, then gave a thin nod. Mr. Jorst showed her the dozen spots on the written document that she had to sign or initial.

When she took the pen and leaned down he grabbed her pelvic arch from behind. She gasped when he pushed her even further. The lawyer's long thin cock pushed easily into her kitty.

"That's it miss. Be a honorable girl and sign. Uhrum."He ordered.

There were tears in her center as she signed the newspaper publisher. Though she didn't hesitate. Her tits slapped together as the improbable attorney fucked her from behind.

"Uh, hungh. respectable, in effect !"

When she was done he pulled out and pushed her away."Uma, now you boy."Mr. Jorst said.

Ian openly wept as he started to sign. The lawyer shoved his slimy hawkshaw far up his ass.

When Ian had signed all the spot the grandiloquent man kept him there. Pushing him so his dresser was across the revocation written document. The pantywaist whimpered with each driving force of the man.

Finally Mr. Jorst groaned loudly as he came in the wimp. Then he stepped away."Uh, ha. Very good then. You are both now single."

With a nod to the beaming assignment, the lawyer took the document and left.

"Wonderful."Ulysses Grant said. Grinning down at his favorite miniature. Ian and Wendy knelt on the floor. Hugging each other.

"Now the real fun begins."He told the two slaves .