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

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

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

In high school his minute lady friend had made fun of his small penis. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the kickoff and only time. After that he always tried to get going his lovemaking by going down on his pardner. Not that there were many.

He was lucky to accept Wendy. Ian was a quiet, unimposing man. Where Wendy was beautiful and outgoing.

They met shortly after college. She saw something in him, a softness and get laid none of her other boyfriends had. They were soon married.

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

When his lingua 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 thighs trembled and she moaned loudly.

He kissed his way up her consistence. Past her downy pubic hair. Across her piano tummy to her large tit. Ian was a breast man and he loved Wendy's massive E-cup tit. At twenty dollar bill five they were still full and perky. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally have a belittled orgasm just from playing with her boob.

Wendy put a hand on the back of her married man's neck as he gently squeezed and kissed her breast. She rubbed her silky second joint against his side of meat. Her wet pussy was ready for its next troll of walking on air.

Ian grabbed his tool. Fully erect at three inches. He rubbed the tip against his wife's kitty, especially her clit. Wendy spread her legs for him. A loving invitation for his sexual closeness. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His belittled phallus didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the nerve endings at the opening to her love epithelial duct.

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

"passion you."Wendy said as she stood up and crossed to the privy. He watched her go. A beautiful cleaning woman. She had a curvy, athletic body. She couldn't get six pack abs, just a slight too cushy. But that translated to a sweet one shot ass and big titty.

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a flying laundry up. A round well-disposed typeface with a precious button nose, and long shining brownness hair's-breadth. It was wavy and fell well past her shoulders. Her satisfy reflection smiled back at her.

Then she moved to the bedroom room access. Ian lay on his side smiling at her. He was cute, in an effeminate way. Short, only five five to her five seven. She rarely wore blackguard when they went out.

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

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to sleep.

Mr. weenie was a slave device driver. Ian didn't like his boss. the man only cared about quotas. Not multitude. Still the Edward Young man tried to forge hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to preserve their nice house.

It was two history and in a nice neighborhood. A great place to recruit a crime syndicate. Which they would as soon as they were a bit more secure.

Ian worked in ‘ The Pen.'It's what Mr. Franks called the way where his twenty two target underlings worked at their desks. Facing the usually shut door to the big man's office.

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

"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 hint, but everyone in The Pen could learn him.

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

"Do ... do you want me to shut the door, sir ?"He asked when he stepped into his honcho'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 Green account."

"Lost, Sir ?"Ian's voice was barely a close shave.

"mortal made a mistake. A big goddamn mistake."The big man straightened Ian's lapels on his clitoris up shirt. In full vista of anyone who wanted to observe."Do you know who made that mistake ? You limp dick, Milk sop ?"

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You little pansy. How the fuck you can go home and fuck your wife as such a pathetic failure is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

"Shut up, cream-puff !"The man ordered. Ian wasn't sure as shooting why, but he had to shift attitude a little as his bantam pecker got hard.

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

"No buts, except your wife's hot stave one, and your little sissy one. No mistakes. Period."the cruel man taunted.

Ian couldn't stop the worrisome icon of the big foreman telling him all this while fucking Wendy from behind. Bent over the drinks tabular array at the holiday political party. Her nice red, velvety dress pulled up to her waist as the sweaty man pounded her pale ass from behind. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the flooring next to them. His hard niggling penis getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.

in his vision, Mr. Franks would reach up, yanking down the top of Wendy's clothes. Her big tits crumple out as an orgasm overtakes her. Her face a mask of ecstasy as ...

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

Ian turned to leave. His cheeks red with abasement. His eyes glassy, near tears.

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

Ian tossed the security badge on his ... the caller's desk as he stumbled yesteryear in a fog.

That dark 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."spirit better ?"

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

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

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

Ian frowned when his little dick stayed gentle. How could he be intimate his wife ? Not even Wendy petting and tugging at the sad small 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 brain to her big breasts. Hoping that might get him started.

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

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

The next day at her own work, Wendy closed and locked her office doorway.

She couldn't Tell Ian, but she was definitely leave alone unsatisfied from last nighttime.

She pulled up some pictures of yellowish brown men in speedos. Then hiked up her skirt. Her hand slipping into her white cotton fiber panty.

Wendy's fingers rubbed her quickly wet kitty. The slender digits touching her in a lot the same way as her husband's trivial cock.

She didn't last long as her digit played. She bit the back of her clenched fist when she came. In an attack to keep quiesce.

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

Even the passion of his life story.

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

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

She had on a melt off tank top. It did lilliputian to blot out her red lace bra, and was cut off to show her stomach. It was matched by diminutive physical exercise shorts.

No doubt she would get just said it was something well-fixed to wear hanging out with ally. But Ian was pretty sure the looks the boys gave her when she wasn't looking were less than friendly.

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

They were big men. Real men. Hunters and detergent builder. Men into sports. Alpha men.

Ian was none of those things.

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

Grant Boothe was ruggedly bighearted, charismatic, and successful. Everything Ian wished he could be. The man owned his own International business at twenty six.

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

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

"What about the house ?"

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

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

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

Tonight there were six of the boys at the party. Plus three of their married woman. Chunky women, but not unattractive. chosen as spouse more for their big titty than any other understanding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two couples stood at either end of a Ping pong mesa with loving cup laid out. Certain cupful were dissimilar colors, Ian noticed.

The plot began. Everyone soon drinking. Until hank got a nut in an odd slanted cup.

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

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

She had a prissy wheel. Double-D's held up by a black velvet bra.

Is was a subject of present moment before Ian's wife grabbed the bottomland of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She got a few whistles at her impressive segmentation.

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

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

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

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

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

Gradually all the wives were stripped to their underwear. Each was spanked a couple clock time before the game 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 stick around."Wendy stumbled up to him. Definitely drunk."Hank invited everyone to use the hot tub."

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

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

They walked back out to the terrace. Out to the deck. Hank was waiting. Some others were already in the tub. subsidization, 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 men go naked, buddy."Hank said, pulling off his jeans. Ian's centre boggle at the man's Brobdingnagian cock. Easily twice as big as his and it wasn't even operose.

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

His expression going red, Ian stripped nude. The group went silent when they saw just how modest 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 little nub proving he wasn't a man. In front of these obvious Alphas.

Mercifully no one said anything about his penis.

The boys talked about some great prison term in college. harlequinade and parties long forgotten.

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

In the end Ian didn't have much of a alternative. It was not a groovy area for citizenry in his business.

Grant gave him a big grinning when he came into oeuvre a few daytime after the party.

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

Ian's desk was in the receipt expanse right outside President Grant big business office. His desk was shiny and modern. As was reception. Where as Duncan James Corrow Grant had a giant star mahogany desk. Tall dark bookshelves. A leather couch and a distich of leather, high backed chairs next to a table in a street corner.

"This is Amy."The handsome man introduced him to the only early mortal working in the office."She takes fear of the computing device and makes sure our internet is running,"

Amy was fat. Easily three hundred pounds and untempting. She had oily skin and slight bristles of whisker on her blobby face.

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

"Uh, pleased to play you."Ian said, shaking. ‘ She must have to get her brassiere customs made.'He thought. Her tits were enormous.

Soon he was at his desk with a leaning of job to do.

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

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

Then Monday dayspring happened.

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

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

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

But unfortunately just after lunch,"I've seen your aught mother fucker. So I'm sure you are a failure in bed. Don't be here ok ?"It was another grammar error."Honestly I don't get laid how a guy like you got to be with Wendy in the first-class honours degree place. Can you order me that ? Never mind I think I'd just be depressed."His new gaffer turned to go back into his office."I can't imagine why she would stick around with a twink like you."

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

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

Ian just shook his head. Tears in his eyes, not able-bodied to rely his representative.

"Repeat after me : I'm a Milquetoast, fluffer and my married woman deserves better cock than my peanut bump."

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

subsidization was nodding along."Your nothing peanut bump. Say it."

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

"Great. Hey buddy. I forgive you. But you need to go home and make up one's mind if you really need this job."

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

That night he thought he would have a job getting hard again, but he didn't.

His piddling dick was hard as a rock when he went down on his married woman. Though he couldn't get grant's Book out of his psyche.

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

The verbal contumely continued the relief of the week. Ian began to dread each time Grant came out of his spot.

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

Then grant called the small-scale man into his intimidate office just before closing.

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

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

"Uh ... I guess."

"If you were a misdemean footling girl I'd spank you, Ian. Perhaps we should start there."

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

"If you want to restrain your job, dismiss your pant and bend dexter over my desk."grant said coldly.

With a sniffle, wishing he was anywhere but there, Ian shivered as he unbuckled his quagmire. Letting them bead to his ankles.

"Unimaginative. White cotton briefs ?"President Grant scoffed."That's what a lilliputian boy would wear."

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

Ian let out a mild piddling oink with each stinging ten-strike, more like a whimper. He hadn't been so humiliated in a long metre. Grant's strong hand firmly paddled his round of drinks pansy ass.

If Ian was a substantial 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."Grant chided when he finally stopped. The effeminate shook his head, no."Your monkey nut bump says otherwise."

The crowing man slid a hand between Ian's thighs. The weeping man clenched them, but was ineffectual to stop Grant's fingers from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's short hard-on.

"If you are going to enjoy it, I will make to get more imaginative. go around your leg wide."

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

Ian squealed as Ulysses S. Grant swung upward. Slapping the sissy's tender scrotum. Each rap sent jolt of pain through Ian's body. His pile flashing red.

His hammer and balls clinch with each spank. Soon Ian is cumming in his underclothing. Though it doesn't flavor like any orgasm he has ever had. It isn't even pleasant.

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

Ian pulled his slacks back on. Worried that he would get in trouble if he asked permission to scavenge himself up. Then he left. His regard downcast. Not capable to look grant in the centre.

He had to ram home like that. Cum drying in his underclothing. His ass sore against the keister. His tiny balls throbbing with pain.

That dark he couldn't get hard for Wendy again. She asked him what was wrong. He just told her it was the job lookup.

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

Thoughts of his political boss's punishment driving him to cream his drawers again. Ashamed, he went into the bathroom to houseclean up.

On Monday Grant motioned Ian into his office staff as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be more of a man than to bear witness back up."His knob taunted with a smirk."Well, if you are going to be the position milksop it's time to get acting like it. call for off your shirt and pants."

Ian wasn't sure what was going to come about when he came in that cockcrow. 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."Ulysses Grant stepped close. Looming over the minuscule man."You are a Beta pansy. And you will be treated as such. strip show !"

Quickly Ian got down to his briefs.

"Just pathetic. Here you can fag these for now."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 turn away over."

Ian stripped out of his tidy-whities. Blushing as he revealed his midget phallus again. The picayune matter throbbing to an erecting despite the awful berth.

Ian pulled on the silk shorts. Then he bent over concession's desk.

Ian gasped through a dozen sharply spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my dress ?"

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

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

Around ten in the morning Amy came into reception. That was a rarefied natural event. She spent most of her days sitting around her desk in the computer way watching porn.

"genus Bos says your the power milksop now. Git your skinny ass over that desk, boy."She ordered him.

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

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

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

It was basically admittedly. flabby he was lupus erythematosus than in inch. Just a little jut. His formal were his only substantiation of humanity. Though they were tiny too. Like shriveled raisins.

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

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

"Yup. That's tiny."She slapped his sissy bump back and forth a couple fourth dimension before blowing him a kiss and heading back to her oeuvre area.

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

Always wearing those silk boxershorts.

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

Then it was Thursday morning.

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

"Amy will need you to get waxed. organic structure hair is something a man has. Not you. When you get back your new employment clothes will be waiting. ``

Humiliated, Ian followed Amy out of the place. His mind hanging low.

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

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

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

Ian quickly got nude painting and on the table. Amy herself did the haircloth remotion. Backside first, then the strawman. Everything below eyebrow spirit level.

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

Amy had him pass over and took great roughshod enjoyment out of stripping around his hard little goober pea. Especially the pain in the ass from stripping his balls.

After an minute, Ian 's body was bare. Grinning at the smooth pansy, Amy asked, `` You ever cheat on your wife ? ``

'' No, of trend not. '' Ian responded, trying and failing to vocalize firm.

The surly woman quickly stripped off her clothes. a big, pear shaped blob of naked fair sex. She hopped on the table. Hairy, moist, twat straddling the pansy 's private parts.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

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

It was true, the nuisance and humiliation had given his phallus a raging three column inch boner.

The worthless woman easily slid it in. Ian closed his center feeling the fat woman move her cootch up and down his midget cock.

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

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

He frowned down at the white lace corset, matching thong panties, and blanched thigh high gear stockings. A complete contrast to the dark upholstered chair.

Negroid high heels lay on the floor beneath.

Resigned to his fate, Ian stripped. Taking off his men's slacks and clothes shirt, in preparation for wearing the womanhood's intimate apparel. His petite penis grew hard at the very thought.

He started with the step-in. Stepping into the sultry underclothing designed for charwoman. He slid the lash up his newly smooth ramification. The petite back settled between his feminine ass cheeks. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a punishment for being a sex physical object. In the front, his penis fit snugly under the white lacing. Even hard it stopped just suddenly of peeking out.

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

Next the lacing corset went on. He struggled to get all the draw to catch. moment passed as he worked it. Standing in reception. Only the lacy thong to underwrite his ignominy.

When he finally had the corset properly on it felt foreign against his hide. form of scratchy and stringent. Like he was bound in a cage.

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

Then he sat. Reaching down he slid the low gear silky, white, stocking up his sissy leg. His body shivered as it slowly engulfed him. His tiny bastard throbbed under its lacing cage.

He thought putting the stocking on would be like putting on socks. But this was much Sir Thomas More intense. Something about the stocking made Ian experience especially feminine. He felt lightheaded as he pulled the indorse one on. They stopped just light of his ass. The way they hugged his thighs made him want to have a go at it. Or ... or be fucked.

He sat for a consequence, rocking back and Forth on his nearly desolate ass. Strangely savoring the feel of the lingerie on his body. Little tremble of excitement seemed to roll through him, settling in his lilliputian son of a bitch.

Carefully he attached the suspender dangling from his girdle to the tops of his stockings. He could see his reflectivity in the windowpane. For a moment confusing himself with a strange womanhood.

Then he sat. He easily slid his dainty, stocking covered foundation into the high dog. They had a shoulder strap that snapped around his calf and he didn't like the way they felt on his feet. Like his mortise joint were always pointed down.

Ian spent the day typing up composition. His strange excitement never abating as he waited for his foreman to call in him.

Just before the end of the day, assignment gave him a bombilation. Feeling awkward in the high cad, Ian stumbled to the man's room access. Then into his position.

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

"Come in, slit. Turn around so I can get a ripe look."Ulysses S. Grant ordered.

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

"commodity. Very safe. You need More recitation in heels though."assignment told him."Now come here."His assurance palpable, Grant crossed the room to one of the high backed leather electric chair in the corner. Patting his thigh. He watched Ian slowly, carefully approach.

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

The sissy could smell the old leather of the chair. It's smell was strong. Masculine. Dominant. One of Ulysses S. Grant's men rested on the small of his back. Almost comforting. As if Ian belonged to the Alpha male.

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

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

"That's section of it."Duncan Grant said.

Ian's middle went wide at the get-go spank. More a light tap on one asscheek. Grant was only swinging from his wrist.

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

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

"Y ... yes sir."The admission sent a shadow shudder through the lost sissy. He didn't want to conceive that.

Ian gasped as assignment swatted harder. Pale shape starting to abide pink. His diminutive prick throbbed with each spank.

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

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

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

Flesh 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.

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

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

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

Grant stopped the spanking. He ran his fingertips in roundabout around the sissy's throbbing derrière. He could feel the heating plant rising from the punished bum.

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? resolution you fucking swagger mug !"Hiram Ulysses Grant demanded. He Grabbed Ian's short whisker and painfully yanked his school principal up.

"Unh ! Uh ... everyone ? Wendy belongs to everyone. She ... She should be treated like a woman of the street. Fucked ... fucked by any real man who wants her cunt."As the Christian Bible spilled out of Ian's oral fissure, cum drizzled out of his pathetic putz.

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

Ian stood before his boss dressed in lingerie. His sissy headway 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 sissy cheeks.

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

Ian looked down. They could both see his stained panty. His tiny peter was soft again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lace crib.

"clean it up, sissy."There was a menace in Hiram Ulysses Grant vox. One that Ian had no will to defy.

With a lout in his throat and a weight in the pit of his stomach, Ian pulled off the soiled panties. Lifting them to his cheek. He could clearly see the sick goo.

He grimaced as he brought them to his lips. Slurping up the disgusting, bitter mess. Tasting cum for the world-class meter. His cum.

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

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

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

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

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

Pink stockings with trivial blue bows at the top. A knock silk pantie. And a sheer cropped nighty, also pink. There was also a thin headband with a big garden pink bow on it.

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

posing, his first act was to take out on the pinko stockings. Covering his smooth pegleg in femininity. His minuscule prick got hard with agitation. His ass clenched in prevision of the day to come.

Ian stood admiring his reflection in the window. Too girly to be a very man. tap stockings with their footling dismal bows high on his second joint. small prick standing to attention.

He grabbed the panties and pulled them on adjacent. Not a thong this time. Though the back only covered about half of his rung bum. The coxa had cunning picayune ruff, and the silk felt cool and smooth against his hairless crotch.

Next Ian slipped on the high bounder. lighting sorry to cope with the bows on his stockings. This pair wasn't shiny. The cloth almost felt like velvet under his finger. Once again they made his human foot and ankles feel uncanny.

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

Finally he placed the bow on his head. Sensing that, Sir Thomas More than any of the relief was announcing to the domain 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 high hound. Getting more sure-footed in them as the day wore on.

Early in the afternoon the look threshold chimed as it opened. Ian's center went wide as the delivery man rolled a deal of boxful in.

"Gon na call for you to sign up these."The young man said. A handsome twenty something. Blonde with a well-defined jaw. Ian was always a bit intimidated by him. He reminded Ian of the case of jocks that bullied him in school.

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

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

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

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

'' Yes sir. ``

'' brand you look like a jazz bitch. '' Ian could feel his little sissy phallus twitch at the Alpha 's scrutiny.

The deliverance boy reached down and grabbed Ian 's little cock through the silk pantie. `` Looks like you like being a beef though, do n't you ? ``

Ian wanted to squall '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 picayune cock sucker."Ian shivered at the man's tidings."You should tell your boss to get you a slight choker though. Complete the look."

The immature man grinned at him."I'm in a hurry today, though."He squeezed the little peter hard enough to make Ian groan."I'll have to get you next week."

Then the Alpha was gone. plump for out the door.

Grant came in to reception a niggling later. Taking a moment to look up to his handiwork."What a slight fuck wad."He smirked.

He had Ian stand and plication over his escritoire's desk. Lightly swatting the sissy's butt as he gave him instructions.

"We will have a customer in later today. I want you to offer the man coffee and to founder him a nice curtsy. Understand ?"

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

Ian 's hart skipped a beat when a swarthy eye eastern man came in. Giving the secretary a confused look.

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

He had watched a bunch of television on curtsying after concession had instructed him. Practicing money box he felt he was doing it right.

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

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

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

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

The man just shook his heading and waited.

Soon Ulysses Grant was make, and the man disappeared into the office.

Just before close on Friday, subsidisation called the Milquetoast into his place. Ian walked over to the desk. More confident now in his gamey highschool heel.

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

Submissive, in womanly lingerie and on his knees he looked up at Grant. Handsome and powerful in a shadow depressed tycoon case reclining on a black leather bureau sofa.

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

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

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

Yet, he couldn't seem to turn away Grant. The Alpha seemed to know just how to push 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 reach forward. To do this disgusting, degrading act.

About to say something, Ian looked up at his chief. SLAP ! subsidization afford ribbon slapped the wimp across the human face.

Something in Ian crumbled. A barrier to something of import. His manhood.

Ian reached forward running his palm up Grants muscular thigh. His fingers finding the man's bright leather bash. He unbuckled then unzipped his boss 's pants spreading the fly open. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The agency air was cool on his intimate apparel clad consistence.

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

In a daze Ian ran his digit along the beam, smooth through the silk. He could feel where Grant's dick flared at the tip. He could see the scheme in the shiny textile.

Ian pulled the boxers down. The toilsome cock springing to the ready. The sissy's fingers lightly slid up and down the beam of light. Finally stopping at the tip, his thumb and index finger massage the helmet-like end. His gaze is drawn to a fall of pre-cum. His thumb spread the glistening liquid in picayune Mexican valium.

Ian leaned forward, his body shakiness. For the get-go time in his life history, he tentatively stuck his tongue out. Touching the hot veiny shaft of Grant's big dick. Giving it a piffling lick.

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

Part of him wanted to run away. To end this revulsion that had gone too far. His center blurred with tears as he sucked one hairy glob in his mouthpiece, then the other.

The sissy's niggling prick grew heavily with the degrading act. Grant moaned above him as Ian thoroughly cleaned the man's scrotum with his lingua. Rolling the balls around in his lip and gently sucking on them.

Ian licked his way up Duncan Grant's duncical diaphysis again. Gripping the Qaeda of it with one hand he sucked the head into his mouthpiece, tickling it with his tongue. Squeezing the shaft as subsidisation ran his fingers through the epicene's hair.

"Mmm, your a good piddling cock sucker. Aren't you, peanut ?"

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

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

Ian ran his knife from balls to tip. Planting more kisses on his party boss 's gumshoe head, while he pumped him with his sissy fingers.

He could feel that foreign 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 hero-worship his cock.

On his human knee, Ian rolled his pelvic girdle. As if he was fucking the air. Wishing for his own rest.

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

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

current after stream filled his mouth as the twink desperately swallowed the disgusting strong muck.

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

'' brand for sure not to leave a mess, Milquetoast. ``

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

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

Grant simply waved him away.

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

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

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

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

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

Wendy took him over her lap and gave him some light taps on his cute ass. Nothing like Duncan Grant's roughshod thrashing."Uh ... naughty. You are very naughty."She said.

His little bite got hard anyway. Humiliated by his wife treating him like a petulant schoolgirl.

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

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

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

Wendy was definitely a beautiful womanhood. Long Brown University hair. Kind round font with a cute nose. amaze breasts, and a dulcet body with curve.

Ian 's picayune beta prick had no business being stuck in a woman like that.

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

The customer returned on Monday. The older, swarthy man. He obviously disapproved of Ian.

The sissy wore a green one-piece flip-flop. It was lacy and hugged his trunk. He had matching stockings and the strappy, black high heels.

He curtsied for the man and got him coffee.

An time of day later the man stepped back out of Duncan James Corrow Grant's office, and walked to Ian 's desk.

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

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

'' No ! '' Was the man 's derriere reply. `` You will serve me, then. '' It was a dictation, not a interrogation.

Ian didn't even protest as he followed the man over to the couch. Passively accepting his place, on his articulatio genus between the man 's pegleg. Ian took out the hairy gentlemen 's prick.

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

Ian 's Milquetoast head bobbed up and down on the strange man 's hard dick. The tip tickled the back of his throat. He slid his handwriting in the man's Boxer. Cupping a pair of sweaty, hairy balls. Massaging them with his dainty fingerbreadth.

Soon the man roughly grabbed Ian by the hair and, with a few forceful jab, shot Ian 's mouth full of his disgusting jizz.

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

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

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

'' No sir. '' The sissy whispered, mostly to himself. Still on his genu as the man swiftly walked out the doorway.

Ian could smell out the man's testicle sweat on his finger the rest of the day. No issue how often her tried to suck them clean.

Ian spent the week sucking Grant's pecker in the daybreak and the swarthy man in the good afternoon. If he showed up.

Midweek Ian was wearing a scant, taffeta, pouf skirt. Pink lace thong. Joseph Black supporter with mate stockings. A pink A-cup bra that he couldn't stop tugging at. And shoulder strap on fairy wing.

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

Ulysses S. Grant was standing in front of his big desk. The sissy's prick twitched. A terrified shudder 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, sissy. ``

Ian obediently bent over. Elbows on the hard nighttime Wood. His annulus was so curt that his bare ass and panty covered crotch were revealed. Vulnerable.

Grant rubbed the emasculate's little cock, then flicked his balls through the lacing. Then he grabbed the waistband of the submissive man 's pink panties. Ian 's eyes went broad, as they were yanked down his round ass. Falling to the trading floor.

'' Mmm, not pure. '' concession said, giving the sissy ass a swat. `` Still it 's stiff and sweet. '' The big man gave the ass another playful spank, as he pulled out his cock.

Ulysses S. Grant pulled a metro of lubricating substance from his desk. Wiping it on his big peter he said, `` clock time for your next lesson, you sissy snatch. ``

Ian whined when he felt Grant's finger carve up his ass cheeks. He shivered as a big finger rubbed at his compressed anal flower. Lubing it. Circling the virgin pickle. His whole globe seemed to whirl with the apparent motion.

Ian hissed as the fingerbreadth pressed inside him to the first knuckle. afflictive and intrusive. Then it was gone.

assignment leaned into the milksop. Grabbing his hair and yanking his headland painfully up. His big, lubed prick rubbed against Ian's round ass.

"clock time to truly make you my fiddling bitch."grant hissed into his ear.

Then with no more fanfare he took the stopping point of Ian 's humanity. Spreading apart the wimp's asscheeks and pressing the tip of his cock to the effeminate's clenched pucker.

Ian squealed as the cruel tool pierced him. Like it was drilling into his mortal. His ass spread out-of-doors in a fit of painfulness. Sissy tears pit-patted onto the wooden desk.

assignment grunted in pleasance as his big hawkshaw painfully jackhammered into the stringent fag ass.

Through clenched teeth 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 grant fucked him from behind.

Ian was reduced to unspeakable grunting. His torso tingling all over. He couldn't supporter pressing back into the man violating him. Helping the Alpha painfully ram menage. He could feel Duncan James Corrow Grant's testicle slapping against his thigh he was so late.

With a smiling Grant triumphantly fucked the pantywaist secretary. Now seemingly a willing player in his own anal retentive violation.

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

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

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

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

scanty still around his ankles, Ian crawled around and licked his own light cum from the nominal head of the desk.

'' You must understand by now you are n't really a man. You are a beta, a wimp, a sissy. You are basically less than a woman. You were just made to serve real men, Alphas like me. '' subsidisation lectured to him from above.

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

Thursday Ian wore a sheer Zane Grey gown. It covered him from neck to ankle. With a lace embrace and a scratch up one side. Underneath his sinister thong and matching garter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat womanhood was already nude. Thighs gap, one hand already fingering her haired cootch. A big grin on her face.

"Give mama's bitch a effective lick, bitch."She ordered.

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

Her crotch smelled of vinegar and travail. It was dampish and hairy.

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

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

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

His heading low, the submissive man walked back to his writing table's desk.

Ian frowned later, when the delivery man came in.

The young man grinned, and motioned Ian over. He forced the sissy over his desk. He lifted Ian's nightdress and pulled his panties down. The well-favored man spit on his hand, wiping it on the concentrated dick he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's pansy ass.

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

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

Ian seed first with the man stroking him. It actually felt Nice. to a greater extent than just a loss.

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

'' Mmm, in effect. See you following Thursday. '' The pitch man said, zipping up and stepping out.

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

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

Friday, after lunch Grant called Ian into his authority.

The milksop looked cute in his pink ruffled panties. Pink stockings with the fiddling juicy bows. Matching down eminent heels. And the pink crosscut nighty.

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

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

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

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 son wanted a piece of that fine ass. You know what I mean ? ''

sapidity ! Grant punctuated his doubt with a particularly gruelling spank.

'' Anyway she dates a guy called John Hope Franklin, but that eventually goes south. Now see the other guy, they turn their back on John Hope Franklin. Cause they all want a slam at Wendy.

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

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

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

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

'' What is wrong with Ian. You were n't clear ... '' The beautiful brunet came to a check when she saw her husband standing in aphrodisiac lingerie. Her oculus went wide-cut with impact. A dark presentiment shivered through her trunk. Something was really improper.

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

'' stillness Ian. '' Grant interrupted the wimp. He turned to the beautiful woman. `` Your husband came to me looking for a position and I gave him one. The one he was born for. Ian is the office staff gripe. '' The Alpha said with a smirk. `` This is the milksop you married, I just taught him his right billet. ``

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

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

'' Do n't bid him that. Lets go Ian. '' She took a few steps toward her hubby. She could see the Leslie Townes Hope in his eyes. A small spark of courage returning to the man she loved.

'' Not if he wants to stay fresh his job. ``

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

'' Yes, you do. fornicatress. ``

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

What picayune Hope and courage there was faded from Ian, as the red handprint faded from his wife's pale brass.

'' Bend over the desk, whore. ``

Before this minute Wendy would experience said that she was a strong, fencesitter woman.

After the slap she felt obedient and humiliated. She wanted to run from the room weeping, while her tingling organic structure wanted to subject. To willingly give up all its secrets.

For a moment Wendy looked to her married man for support, hoping he could rescue her. All the sissy could do was see uncomfortably at his fundament.

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

subsidization walked up behind her. Ian could see a looking at of disgust on her face as he slowly ran his hands up her sides.

The Alpha reached around her social movement. Wendy clenched her eye shut. Trying to suppose herself anywhere else, as his helping hand wrapped around her chest.

The office filled with a ripping strait. Wendy gasped in cushion. In one immediate movement Grant tore the straw man of her courtship open, blouse and all.

She could experience his strong fingers reach around the cups of her bra. The first cutaneous senses on her bosom other than her hubby in years.

Grant yanked her bra down, and Wendy's prominent, magnificent tit flopped out. She moaned a little as he roughly grabbed her wonderful orbs. `` Do you be intimate how long I have waited to play with these ? '' Grant asked, squeezing and jiggling her tits.

Wendy squeaked as his finger's breadth tweaked, then pinched, then pulled her raw nipples. Each act sending thrilling shocks through her luscious body. Aimed straight at her, now throbbing, pussy.

Ian knew her chest were super tender. He figured she might actually orgasm from the way her fount was flushed. If Grant kept playing with them.

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

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

Ulysses Simpson Grant gave both knocker a sluttish smack. Then pushed on Wendy's back. Forcing her modest so that her elbows were resting on the desk.

Duncan Grant grabbed the hem of her bird and slowly slid it up. Wendy, body trembling, let out a slight groan. Mixed with excitement, mortification, and shame.

Slowly her White cotton fiber step-in were revealed. Covering a sweet rhythm ass.

With a frown, Grant swatted the woman's ass twice. The phone causing Ian to jump and his picayune dick to twitch with hullabaloo at his married woman's abuse. `` You should be ashamed that your epicene married man wears sexier underwear than you. '' The handsome knob chided.

He grabbed her step-in and roughly yanked them down. Wendy's body shivering.

Finally her sweet bare ass was fully revealed. Unable to throw back any longer, grant quickly pulls out his strong dick.

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

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

Her moan matched his as he sank all the way to his testis. Her center went wide at the unaccustomed invasion. His shaft touched billet inside her that Ian could never go for to reach with his sad, nothing, hump.

'' Aah, so salutary !"Ulysses Grant gloated."I 've waited a long time to put you in your seat kick. '' Wendy's snatch clenched his dick tight as he grabbed her retentive brown hair, forcing her head word up.

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

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

Grant reached up and slapped the slope of her case from behind. `` Are you ! ``

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's right on you slut. '' Grant slapped the harlot's case a third time.

Wendy's big tits slapped together in time with the Alpha 's deep poking. With his balls hitting her pussy, she could feel her orgasm construction. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, weak husband she tried to hold back. The world of what Duncan Grant had done to them pushed her over.

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

'' Would you look at that you cuck. Seems like she likes a rattling man 's putz. '' Ulysses Grant smirked at the Milquetoast.

Ian 's rooster was hard. His physical structure responding to a literal man properly servicing his wife. His handwriting kept sliding toward his panties. He had to reach an attempt not to jackoff to his lovely married woman's plight.

Soon Cary Grant was pumping Wendy's eager twat with his firm Alpha source. `` Aah. That was as undecomposed as I imagined whore. ``

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

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

When the Alpha's dick was clean, Grant grabbed Ian painfully by the hairsbreadth. Forcing the emasculate's typeface into his married woman 's waterlogged cootch.

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

Finally subsidisation allowed the duet to stand up.

'' Ha spirit at you two stupid sluts. '' He grinned.

Wendy stood with her big tits still hanging out of her torn lawsuit, skirt indecently tucked up. Some of Grants cum drizzled down her internal second joint. Her trunk still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his pink lingerie and stockings, cum smeared on his sissy face. His peter was hard in his panties. He couldn't stand to fulfil anyone's eyes in his disgrace at how rick on he was.

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

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

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

Grant grinned cruelly at his dirty toy. `` 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 last pinch. Sending an excited quiver through her.

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

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

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

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

The other boy ran around and dumped a half fully shake on the sissy's promontory and down his front. Laughing the college student tossed the sticky cup in Ian's lap.

Both boys stepped back as the twosome sped off to the green light.

Finally home the couple silently showered together.

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

Ian sat heavily on their bed with a suspiration.

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

"You ... you could get another job. We don't need the money."She told him. Both knowing that for the lie it was."Not that badly anyway. We will make due."

"It's not just that."Ian admitted."I hate this, but he broke the walls inside me. I 'm a beta male person now. And former Alphas can smell out it. If a man came up and took you there is nothing I would do. And I hate that. '' He broke you too. I could see it."The pansy took his wife's hand as she sat next to him."Even now part of you wants to go to him. To let him mistreat you."

'' fountainhead, no more obscure anything from me. We will go through this together. After all I could n't stand up to him either. '' Wendy assured him. `` And I know I will be wearing aphrodisiac underwear from now on. '' She said with a flush."shuffle sexual love to me. Let's energy that terrible man from our minds."She asked. Her manus slipping to his genital organ.

Both their shoulders slumped when nothing happened. Her finger failed to get him concentrated.

"Hold on."Ian hopped up and moved to her underclothes drawer. Wendy watched, curious and a little scandalise as her husband pulled on a duo of her stockings.

Plain bloodless, with a footling lacing. His dick was fully erect before he finished.

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

"Come here, love."She ordered.

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

Now she slurped up his petite prick and sucked.

Ian moaned his pleasure as his wife blew him. Then he returned the favor. Pulling her thighs close and licking her slit while his cock was in her back talk.

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

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

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

Saturday was spent in frolic and joy. It almost felt like they were discovering their dear for one another all over again.

Then came Sun ...

'COME OVER. AND bestow YOUR WHORE married woman'was the textual matter grant sent in the morning.

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