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

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

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

In high schooling his indorse girlfriend had made fun of his small phallus. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the outset and only metre. After that he always tried to take off his love life by going down on his partners. Not that there were many.

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

They met shortly after college. She saw something in him, a softness and love none of her other young man had. They were soon married.

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

When his tongue slid between her netherlips, Wendy's orgasm began approaching much faster. When he started rubbing her clit it broke.

Ian lapped up his wife's juices as her thighs trembled and she moaned loudly.

He kissed his way up her body. Past her downy pubic hair. Across her soft tummy to her large chest. Ian was a breast man and he loved Wendy's monolithic E-cup tits. At XX five they were still full and buoyant. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally have a small climax just from playing with her tits.

Wendy put a hired hand on the book binding of her husband's neck opening as he gently squeezed and kissed her tits. She rubbed her silken thigh against his side. Her wet pussy was ready for its future beat of bliss.

Ian grabbed his dick. Fully erect at three inches. He rubbed the tip against his wife's twat, especially her clit. Wendy spread her legs for him. A make out invitation for his sexual affair. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His small penis didn't penetrate her far, but it delighted the nerve endings at the opening to her love life canal.

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

"Love you."Wendy said as she stood up and crossed to the bathroom. He watched her go. A beautiful woman. She had a curvy, athletic eubstance. She couldn't get six pack abs, just a small too soft. But that translated to a sweet-smelling round ass and big tits.

Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a quick lavation up. A troll well-disposed boldness with a cunning button nose, and long lustrous brownish hair. It was rippled and fell well past her shoulders. Her satisfied reflection smiled back at her.

Then she moved to the bedroom threshold. Ian lay on his position smiling at her. He was precious, in an effeminate way. short, only five five to her five seven. She rarely wore heels when they went out.

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

She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to sleep.

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

It was two account and in a skillful neighborhood. A great place to lift a home. Which they would as soon as they were a bit more secure.

Ian worked in ‘ The Pen.'It's what Mr. Franks called the elbow room where his twenty dollar bill two direct underlings worked at their desks. Facing the usually fold door to the big man's office.

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

"Morton ! Get in here !"Ian heard his party boss shout. Others looked up from their desks, glad it wasn't their names called."footling fuck."The big man mumbled. He probably thought it was under his breath, but everyone in The Pen could get wind him.

Ian walked to the forepart of the room. His mind lowered in disgrace and fear. He couldn't assist it. He felt like he was being called to the corpus position for a paddling.

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

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

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

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

"N ... no. Sir ?"

"Why, you did. You petty fairy. How the fucking you can go home and roll in the hay your wife as such a pitiable failure is beyond me."

"S ... sir."

"Shut up, cream-puff !"The man ordered. Ian wasn't for sure why, but he had to change over positions a little as his flyspeck motherfucker got hard.

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

"B ... but, sir ?"

"No buts, except your married woman's hot cycle one, and your little cissy one. No mistakes. Period."the cruel man taunted.

Ian couldn't stop the raise up image of the big political boss telling him all this while fucking Wendy from fanny. Bent over the drinks table at the holiday political party. Her nice red, velvet 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 floor next to them. His hard little penis getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.

in his vision, Mr. Franks would reach up, yanking down the top of Wendy's wearing apparel. Her big tits tumble out as an coming overtakes her. Her face a mask of X as ...

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

Ian turned to exit. His cheeks red with humiliation. His center glassy, near split.

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

Ian tossed the security system badge on his ... the company's desk as he stumbled yesteryear in a daze.

That Nox 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 frail grin back.

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

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

Ian frowned when his little peter stayed soft. How could he be intimate his wife ? Not even Wendy petting and tugging at the sad picayune thing could get it to rouse up.

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

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

Instead he was soon snoring softly.

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

The next day at her own workplace, Wendy closed and locked her berth door.

She couldn't William Tell Ian, but she was definitely left unsatisfied from lastly night.

She pulled up some pictures of yellowish brown men in speedos. Then hiked up her skirt. Her hand slipping into her Elwyn Brooks White cotton wool panties.

Wendy's finger's breadth rubbed her quickly wet kitty-cat. The slender digits touching her in much the Saame way as her husband's piffling turncock.

She didn't live on long as her finger's breadth played. She bit the back of her fist when she came. In an attack to keep serenity.

Ian didn't like parties. Especially with his wife's champion. She would bounce from someone to someone chatting and well-chosen. He would sit in a corner. Forgotten by everyone.

Even the love of his life.

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

Wendy wasn't prone to wearing provocative apparel. Only on the rare occasion that they went out for a appointment Nox.

She had on a slight tank top. It did little to hide her red lace bra, and was cut off to express her bay window. It was matched by petite workout shorts.

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

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

They were big men. genuine men. Hunters and constructor. Men into play. Alpha men.

Ian was none of those thing.

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

Hiram Ulysses Grant Boothe was ruggedly openhanded, charismatic, and successful. Everything Ian wished he could be. The man owned his own international commercial enterprise at twenty six.

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

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

"What about the firm ?"

"I got to get something quick or we lose it."The short man admitted.

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

Ulysses S. Grant patted him on the shoulder and stood."Think about it anyway."Then he wandered off waving at a belated arriver.

Tonight there were six of the boys at the party. Plus three of their wives. Chunky women, but not untempting. chosen as mate more for their big boob than any other intellect.

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

He waved his paw and refused to play when they started up a plot of married person niff.

"We're going to be odd team then."Ben insisted. His smiling wife leaning on his arm. Already a couple sheets to the hint.

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

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

"We can be better half, Wendy."Hank offered. One of the early boys. Ian couldn't remember if the man was married or his married woman just hadn't semen.

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

Ian followed to the terrace. Suddenly spooky. He didn't want to be there. He wanted to beg his married woman to get out, but that would be too ungainly.

Two couples stood at either end of a Ping River niff tabular array with cups laid out. Certain cups were different colors, Ian noticed.

The game began. Everyone soon drinking. Until hank got a ball in an odd colored cup.

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

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

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

Is was a matter of moments before Ian's married woman grabbed the merchant ship of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She got a few whistle at her impressive cleavage.

Ian's fiddling shaft stirred as his wife was ogled by their acquaintance. Attention that she didn't seem to mind.

Her shorts went following as balls hit the proper loving cup. She bent over and slipped them off giving everyone a good display. ‘ Just playing along'she would probably say. Now down to her red lace step-in. Only half covering her wonderful, unit of ammunition ass.

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

"I doubt anyone wants to see someone else's wife naked."Grant said with a smirk. a good deal to Ian's relief."How about penalties. reverse woman gives a short spank."

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

Gradually all the married woman were stripped to their underwear. Each was spanked a span times before the biz was over.

The end of the game seemed to be the end of the party. Ian started to pile up their matter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Real men go nude, buddy."Hank said, pulling off his jean. Ian's optic boggle at the man's Brobdingnagian cock. Easily twice as big as his and it wasn't even hard.

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

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

Ian felt as if his piffling penis was trying to blot out 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 member.

The boys talked about some great clip in college. Pranks and company long forgotten.

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

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

assignment gave him a big grinning when he came into work a few sidereal day after the party.

"I think you will revel 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 orbit right outside Ulysses S. Grant big office. His desk was shiny and modern. As was reception. Where as Ulysses Grant had a goliath mahogany desk. Tall dark bookshelves. A leather lounge and a twosome of leather, richly backed chairs next to a table in a recess.

"This is Amy."The handsome man introduced him to the only other person working in the office."She takes tending of the computers and makes sure our internet is running,"

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

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

"Uh, pleased to converge you."Ian said, shaking. ‘ She must have to get her brassiere usage made.'He thought. Her boob were tremendous.

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

"Let's starting signal you out childlike, hey sidekick ?"concession told him.

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

Then Mon dayspring happened.

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

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

But Ulysses Simpson Grant wasn't finished."This isnt like your live on job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don't have often to give you. You little wimp."Ian's middle went round at the cursory insult."So, do better."

But unfortunately just after dejeuner,"I've seen your nothing peter. So I'm sure you are a failure in bed. Don't be here ok ?"It was another grammar error."Honestly I don't hump how a guy like you got to be with Wendy in the first place. Can you tell me that ? Never mind I think I'd just be depressed."His new boss turned to go back into his office."I can't imagine why she would stay with a twink like you."

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

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

Ian just shook his head. weeping in his optic, not capable to intrust his representative.

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

With horror at what he was doing, Ian's oral cavity opened."I ... I'm a pansy ... pansy fluffer. My wife deserves break stopcock than my peanut."

Grant was nodding along."Your nothing groundnut bump. Say it."

"I ... I have a nothing Arachis hypogaea bump."Ian admitted obediently.

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

He did go place that night. He really didn't have a pick. He had been sending out curriculum vitae, but received no interest.

That nighttime he thought he would give a job getting hard again, but he didn't.

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

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

The verbal insults continued the rest of the hebdomad. Ian began to dread each time Ulysses Grant came out of his spot.

Then came Friday. His genus Bos seemed upbeat all day. No affront or anything. Even though Ian got back a couple theme with small mistake on them.

Then allow called the smaller man into his daunting 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 misunderstanding. I need to have something from you to make up up for that. That's fair isn't it, Ian ?"

"Uh ... I guess."

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

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

"If you want to proceed your job, drop your knickers and bend over my desk."Grant said coldly.

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

"Unimaginative. White cotton brief ?"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 elbows, much like his married woman did on the ping-pong table. His ass presented to his boss.

Ian let out a modest niggling grunt with each stinging work stoppage, more like a whimper. He hadn't been so humiliated in a long time. President Grant's strong helping hand firmly paddled his round of drinks sissy ass.

If Ian was a real man he wouldn't stand for such intervention. Instead tears freely trailed down his buttock as he gasped to each unforgiving blow.

"You enjoyed it Ian."Grant chided when he finally stopped. The effeminate shook his point, no."Your peanut bump says otherwise."

The bigger man slid a manus between Ian's thigh. The weeping man clenched them, but was ineffective to stop Grant's fingers from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian's slight erection.

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

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

Ian squealed as Hiram Ulysses Grant swung upward. Slapping the sissy's sore scrotum. Each work stoppage sent electrical shock of pain sensation through Ian's physical structure. His sight flash red.

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

"There you go."Grant announced delight. Stopping the penalisation.

Ian pulled his slacks back on. Worried that he would get in bother if he asked permission to pick himself up. Then he left. His regard downcast. Not able to look Grant in the middle.

He had to drive home like that. Cum drying in his underwear. His ass sore against the seat. His tiny orchis throbbing with painfulness.

That Night he couldn't get firmly for Wendy again. She asked him what was wrong. He just told her it was the job search.

After she dozed off he couldn't aid thinking about the spanking. His little prick getting unvoiced under the cover. His hand stroked his slight nub following to his sleeping wife.

thought of his hirer's punishment driving him to cream his boxers again. Ashamed, he went into the bathroom to clean up.

On Monday President Grant motioned Ian into his office as soon as he got there."I honestly thought you would be Sir Thomas More of a man than to demo back up."His boss taunted with a smirk."well, if you are going to be the post Milquetoast it's time to start acting like it. Take off your shirt and pants."

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

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

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 pugilist."Put them on. Then bend over."

Ian stripped out of his tidy-whities. Blushing as he revealed his midget penis again. The petty thing throbbing to an erection despite the awesome billet.

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

Ian gasped through a XII sharp spanks then was dismissed.

"M ... my clothes ?"

"You're wearing them. You can get your affair 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 visitor today. He kept having to pull up the silk shorts as they were too big for him.

Around ten in the morning Amy came into reception. That was a rarefied occurrence. She spent most of her daylight sitting around her desk in the reckoner room watching erotica.

"political boss says your the office sissy now. Git your skinny ass over that desk, boy."She ordered him.

Ian's eyes went across-the-board at the cerebration, but he does as told. The fat cleaning woman laughed as her meaty hands beat a staccato speech rhythm on his stave ass.

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

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

It was basically honest. Soft he was lupus erythematosus than in inch. Just a little bump. His clump were his exclusively proof of manhood. Though they were lilliputian too. Like withered raisins.

"Ooop ! Little turtle is gettin'brave !"She laughed. His tool seemed to be getting heavy at her ridicule.

Ian gasped when the grotesque charwoman 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 blow back and forth a couple times before blowing him a candy kiss and heading back to her workplace field.

The following two days continued like that. Ian would pick up two or three humiliating spanks a day. Sometimes from fat Amy.

Always wearing those silk packer.

At dark he still couldn't get knockout for his wife.

Then it was Thursday morning.

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

"Amy will take you to get waxed. consistency tomentum is something a man has. Not you. When you get back your new work clothes will be waiting. ``

Humiliated, Ian followed Amy out of the office. His straits hanging low.

Ugly Amy grinned at him as they got in his car. `` net ball go. '' She ordered.

The Fat woman directed him to some muddle in the rampart massage sitting room. Apparently run by her sister.

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

Ian quickly got naked and on the board. Amy herself did the fuzz removal. bottom first, then the front. Everything below eyebrow horizontal surface.

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

Amy had him flip over and took great cruel delectation out of stripping around his hard little earthnut. Especially the painfulness from stripping his balls.

After an 60 minutes, Ian 's organic structure was marginal. Grinning at the liquid fag, Amy asked, `` You ever cheat on your wife ? ``

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

The ugly woman quickly stripped off her dress. a big, pear shaped blob of naked fair sex. She hopped on the tabular array. Hairy, moist, twat straddling the sissy 's genitals.

'' Please I ca n't. ``

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

It was true, the bother and mortification had given his member a raging three in boner.

The ugly char easily slid it in. Ian closed his eye feeling the fat woman move her cootch up and down his tiny cock.

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

When they got back to run Ian found lingerie laid out on his chair with a preeminence. ‘ Put it on milksop'

He frowned down at the White River lacing corset, matching thong step-in, and ovalbumin thigh gamy stockings. A complete direct contrast to the dark upholstered chairperson.

total darkness high-pitched heels lay on the floor beneath.

Resigned to his circumstances, Ian stripped. Taking off his men's slacks and dress shirt, in planning for wearing the woman's lingerie. His diminutive penis grew hard at the very thought.

He started with the panties. Stepping into the sensual underwear designed for fair sex. He slid the G-string up his newly smooth legs. The petite back settled between his feminine ass brass. Immediately feeling awkward. Like a punishment for being a sex objective. In the forepart, his phallus fit snugly under the Edward D. White lace. Even severely it stopped just abruptly of peeking out.

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

Next the lace corset went on. He struggled to get all the hooks to catch. Minutes passed as he worked it. Standing in reception. Only the lacy thong to cover his pity.

When he finally had the corset properly on it felt strange against his skin. Sort of scratchy and tight. Like he was bound in a cage.

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

Then he sat. Reaching down he slid the first silky, tweed, stocking up his sissy leg. His consistence shivered as it slowly engulfed him. His tiny shit throbbed under its lacing John Milton Cage Jr..

He thought putting the stocking on would be like putting on socks. But this was much more than vivid. Something about the stocking made Ian feel especially womanly. He felt lightheaded as he pulled the second one on. They stopped just short of his ass. The way they hugged his thighs made him need to lie with. Or ... or be fucked.

He sat for a moment, rocking back and Forth on his nearly bare ass. Strangely savoring the feel of the lingerie on his body. Little shivers of excitation seemed to roll through him, settling in his tiny whoreson.

Carefully he attached the suspender dangling from his stays to the top of the inning of his stockings. He could see his musing in the windowpane. For a bit confusing himself with a strange cleaning lady.

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

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

Just before the end of the day, assignment gave him a buzz. Feeling awkward in the high up cad, Ian stumbled to the man's door. Then into his part.

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

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

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

"Good. Very good. You need more practice in heels though."Duncan Grant told him."Now come here."His confidence palpable, concession crossed the room to one of the high backed leather chair in the corner. Patting his second joint. He watched Ian slowly, carefully overture.

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

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

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

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

"That's role of it."President Grant said.

Ian's heart went wide at the first 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. tap handprints appeared on the sissy's prat then faded before the next swat.

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

"Y ... yes sir."The admission sent a dark thrill through the helpless sissy. He didn't want to trust that.

Ian gasped as Ulysses Grant swatted punishing. pale flesh starting to persist pink. His tiny cock throbbed with each spank.

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

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

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

anatomy turned from pink to red as Grant dominated the poor Milquetoast.

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

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

He spanked the weeping sissy's ass to a dark red. Grinning at Ian's ineffectively kicking wooden leg. Clad in their white stockings. like a damoiselle in distress.

Finally, mercifully, the Alpha relented.

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

"Who else should Wendy belong to ? resolution you fucking cock mug !"Duncan Grant demanded. He Grabbed Ian's short hair and painfully yanked his heading up.

"Unh ! Uh ... everyone ? Wendy belongs to everyone. She ... She should be treated like a whore. Fucked ... fucked by any genuine man who wants her cunt."As the Good Book spilled out of Ian's lip, cum drizzled out of his pitiful cock.

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

Ian stood before his boss dressed in intimate apparel. His sissy chief 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 prick was piano again. Covered in cum. Resting in its lace cot.

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

With a lump in his pharynx and a weight in the pit of his stomach, Ian pulled off the soiled step-in. Lifting them to his face. He could clearly see the pale goo.

He grimaced as he brought them to his lips. Slurping up the disgusting, bitter mess. Tasting cum for the offset time. His cum.

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

"Good enough, you sop. Get switch and go home base. From now on you dress in your new uniforms as soon as you arrive. empathise ?"Ian nodded."And you stay shaved. Or else Amy will aid you again."

Ian stumbled out of his bosses power. Nearly twisting an ankle joint in his strappy high dog.

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

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

garden pink stockings with little blue prow at the top. A pink silk scanty. And a sheer cropped nighty, also pink. There was also a thin headband with a big pinko bow on it.

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

sitting, his low act was to attract on the pinko stockings. Covering his smooth pegleg in muliebrity. His minuscule bite got hard with exhilaration. His ass clenched in anticipation of the day to come.

Ian stood admiring his reflection in the window. Too girly to be a real number man. tap stockings with their fiddling blue bows high on his thigh. small pecker standing to care.

He grabbed the scanty and pulled them on next. Not a thong this time. Though the back only covered about half of his round bum. The pelvis had cute little ruffles, and the silk felt aplomb and legato against his hairless private parts.

Next Ian slipped on the high heel. ignitor blue to check the bows on his stockings. This pair wasn't shiny. The material almost felt like velvet under his finger. Once again they made his metrical foot and articulatio talocruralis feel weird.

The nighty made him shiver as he pulled it on. There was lacing where a woman's breasts would be. Offering just a little more modesty than the residuum of the sheer cloth. It was nasty and scratchy against his peel. His nipples hardened from the aesthesis.

Finally he placed the bow on his fountainhead. Sensing that, more than any of the rest was announcing to the creation that he was a Milquetoast.

Ian sat at his desk doing his paperwork. Though he would get up every half time of day and walk around the room. Practicing in the luxuriously heel. Getting more confident in them as the day wore on.

Early in the good afternoon the forepart door chimed as it opened. Ian's optic went wide as the delivery man rolled a stack of boxes in.

"Gon na need you to sign these."The young man said. A handsome twenty dollar bill something. blond with a well-defined jaw. Ian was always a bit intimidated by him. He reminded Ian of the eccentric of jock that bullied him in school.

He grinned when Ian stood and crossed to him.

"Costume political party ? recede a bet ?"The young man asked.

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

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

'' Yes sir. ``

'' Makes you look like a fucking cunt. '' Ian could finger his little sissy penis twitching at the Alpha 's scrutiny.

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

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

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

"The bow does a with child job of announcing that you are a little cock sucker."Ian shivered at the man's words."You should tell your boss to get you a little choker though. make out the look."

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

Then the Alpha was gone. punt out the door.

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

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

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

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

Ian 's hart skipped a beat when a dusky center easterly man came in. Giving the secretary a bemused look.

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

He had watched a bunch of videos on curtsying after Duncan Grant had instructed him. Practicing till he felt he was doing it right.

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

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

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

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

The man just shook his head and waited.

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

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

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

Submissive, in feminine intimate apparel and on his genu he looked up at Grant. Handsome and powerful in a dark blue power suit reclining on a black leather office lounge.

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

Ian gulped heavily. The moment he had been dreading had arrived. How ? How can Grant have a bun in the oven him to do this. He is n't gay, hell, neither is Grant. When he looks up he just gets an stolid look in return key.

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

Yet, he couldn't seem to refuse Grant. The Alpha seemed to recognise just how to advertise 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 boss. smack ! Grant candid medallion slapped the weakly interacting massive particle across the human face.

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

Ian reached forward running his ribbon up Ulysses Grant muscular thighs. His fingers finding the man's shiny leather belt. He unbuckled then unzipped his boss 's pants spreading the fly open. Feeling lightheaded and floaty. The billet air was cool on his lingerie clad body.

total darkness silk Boxer covered the big hard shaft underneath. So sludge larger than his own pathetic nub. Ulysses S. Grant was probably eight in, maybe even bigger.

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

Ian pulled the boxers down. The hard prick springing to the ready. The effeminate's finger's breadth lightly slid up and down the calamus. Finally stopping at the tip, his thumb and forefinger massage the helmet-like end. His gaze is drawn to a cliff of pre-cum. His thumb spread the glistening liquid in little rophy.

Ian leaned forward, his eubstance quiver. For the for the first time time in his life, he tentatively stuck his tongue out. Touching the hot veiny shaft of Grant's big prick. Giving it a small lick.

With a tranquillity moan he ran his tongue along the length of the penis. The pansy lightly kissed the tip when he reached the top. Ian could savor the bitingly pre-cum. Then he kissed his way back down to Ulysses Simpson Grant balls.

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

The pantywaist's little prick grew intemperate with the degrading act. Grant moaned above him as Ian thoroughly cleaned the man's scrotum with his lingua. Rolling the globe around in his mouth and gently sucking on them.

Ian licked his way up concession's thick irradiation again. Gripping the stem of it with one hand he sucked the head into his lip, tickling it with his tongue. Squeezing the shaft as Grant ran his fingers through the pantywaist's fuzz.

"Mmm, your a good little shaft gull. Aren't you, peanut ?"

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

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

Ian ran his lingua from Ball to tip. Planting more buss on his boss 's dick head, while he pumped him with his sissy finger.

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

On his stifle, Ian rolled his pelvic arch. As if he was fucking the air. Wishing for his own relief.

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

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

watercourse after stream filled his mouth as the twink desperately swallowed the disgusting quick gunk.

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

'' Make sure not to entrust a pile, sissy. ``

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

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

Grant simply waved him away.

That nighttime when they went to make water love Wendy was surprised at Ian 's lack of hair. He explained that it was supposed to be a aphrodisiac surprise.

The beautiful fair sex knew something was troubling her husband and thought this might be part of him trying to deal with it. He had been having a hard prison term getting erect. Probably from the stress of losing his job. They hadn't even tried to spend a penny love life since finale weekend.

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

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

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

Wendy took him over her lap and gave him some light water tap on his cute ass. cypher like Ulysses Grant's barbarous beatings."Uh ... naughty. You are very naughty."She said.

His little twinge got laborious anyway. Humiliated by his married woman 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 cattle ranch second joint. The brace moaned together as they made lovemaking.

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

Wendy was definitely a beautiful woman. Long browned hair. kind round face with a cute nose. Amazing breasts, and a sweet organic structure with curves.

Ian 's little Beta prick had no business being stuck in a charwoman like that.

Ian found that when he thought of his wife 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, dark-skinned man. He obviously disapproved of Ian.

The sissy wore a green one-piece G-string. It was lacy and hugged his body. He had equal stockings and the strappy, dim gamy heels.

He curtsied for the man and got him coffee berry.

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

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

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

'' No ! '' Was the man 's stern response. `` You will service me, then. '' It was a command, not a question.

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

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

Ian 's sissyish head bobbed up and down on the strange man 's concentrated hawkshaw. The tip tickled the back of his throat. He slid his hand in the man's boxers. Cupping a pair of sweaty, hairy Ball. Massaging them with his dainty fingers.

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

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

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

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

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

Ian could smell the man's globe perspiration on his fingers the quietus of the day. No matter how often her tried to sop up them unclouded.

Ian spent the hebdomad sucking Grant's dick in the morning and the dark-skinned man in the good afternoon. If he showed up.

Wednesday Ian was wearing a short, taffeta, fairy skirt. Pink lace thong. Black garter with correspond stockings. A ping A-cup bra that he couldn't stop tugging at. And strap on faerie backstage.

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

Grant was standing in nominal head of his big desk. The effeminate's prick twitched. A panic-struck shiver 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 speak back, sissy. ``

Ian obediently bent over. cubitus on the hard dark woodwind instrument. His skirt was so unforesightful that his bare ass and step-in covered crotch were revealed. Vulnerable.

grant rubbed the sissy's little tool, then flicked his balls through the lace. Then he grabbed the girdle of the submissive man 's pink panties. Ian 's eyes went wide, as they were yanked down his round ass. Falling to the flooring.

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

Hiram Ulysses Grant pulled a tube-shaped structure of lube from his desk. Wiping it on his big hawkshaw he said, `` time for your succeeding lesson, you sissy cunt. ``

Ian whined when he felt Grant's fingers come apart his ass cheeks. He shivered as a big finger's breadth rubbed at his tight anal retentive peak. Lubing it. Circling the virgin hole. His all mankind seemed to reel with the motion.

Ian hissed as the fingerbreadth pressed inside him to the for the first time knuckle joint. dreadful and intrusive. Then it was gone.

President Grant leaned into the Milquetoast. Grabbing his tomentum and yanking his head painfully up. His big, lube dick rubbed against Ian's round ass.

"meter to truly nominate you my little bitch."Grant hissed into his ear.

Then with no more fanfare he took the lastly of Ian 's manhood. Spreading apart the chicken's asscheeks and pressing the tip of his stopcock to the sissyish's clenched ruck.

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

President Grant grunted in pleasure as his big putz painfully jackhammered into the tight poove ass.

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

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

Ian was reduced to irritating grunting. His torso tingling all over. He couldn't helper pressing back into the man violating him. Helping the Alpha painfully ram dwelling house. He could feel Grant's chunk slapping against his thighs he was so mysterious.

With a smile subsidisation triumphantly fucked the sissy secretarial assistant. Now seemingly a willing player in his own anal intrusion.

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

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

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

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

Panties still around his ankle joint, Ian crawled around and licked his own weak cum from the front 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. '' Ulysses S. Grant lectured to him from above.

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

Th Ian wore a sheer grayness gown. It covered him from cervix to ankle. With a lace bosom and a pussy up one face. Underneath his shameful thong and tally garter and stockings could be clearly seen.

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

The fat char was already nude. Thighs spread, one hired hand already fingering her hairy cootch. A big grinning on her case.

"give mama's cunt a good clout, bitch."She ordered.

His berm slumped as Ian got to his knees. Pressing his face between her meaty thighs.

Her genitals smelled of vinegar and sweat. It was dampish and hairy.

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

"Yes ! Yes ! That's it ! lap mommy ! Lick that cunt !"The ugly woman had a strong orgasm. Rubbing her wet cunt all over his facial expression.

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

His read/write head low, the submissive man walked back to his secretarial assistant's desk.

Ian frowned later, when the rescue man came in.

The immature man grinned, and motioned Ian over. He forced the sissy over his desk. He lifted Ian's nightdress and pulled his panties down. The bighearted man spit on his hand, wiping it on the hard dick he pulled out. The Alpha forcefully rammed it up Ian 's fag ass.

Ian grunted at the painfulness and violation. Every day his grunts sounded less like a man.

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

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

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

'' Mmm, good. See you next Th. '' The obstetrical delivery man said, zipping up and stepping out.

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

Even with no one there the obedient twink licked his petty cummies off the storey.

Friday, after lunch Grant called Ian into his federal agency.

The sissy looked cute in his pink ruffled panties. Pink stockings with the footling dreary bow. Matching blue eminent blackguard. And the pinko cutoff nighty.

Cary Grant sat on the lounge with Ian across his lap. The Alpha Male lazily spanked the sissy '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 opus of ass, lets call her ... I do n't bang Wendy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

When Ulysses Simpson Grant got to the room access, he opened it with a grin. Letting Wendy step in.

'' What is wrong with Ian. You were n't clear ... '' The beautiful brunette came to a stoppage when she saw her husband standing in sexy lingerie. Her center went wide with shock. A dark premonition shivered through her body. Something was really legal injury.

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

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

'' Wendy, I ... ''

'' stillness Ian. '' Grant interrupted the wimp. He turned to the beautiful woman. `` Your married man came to me looking for a position and I gave him one. The one he was born for. Ian is the office squawk. '' The Alpha said with a smirk. `` This is the sissy you married, I just taught him his proper place. ``

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

'' Sure, the sissy took a niggling coaxing. Once I showed him what he truly was, though. Hot red cent he became a dear footling cocksucker. '' Grant taunted.

'' Do n't call him that. Army of the Righteous go Ian. '' She took a few whole tone toward her husband. She could see the promise in his eyes. A pocket-size spark of courage returning to the man she loved.

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

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

'' Yes, you do. Slut. ``

'' No ! We are ... '' wallop ! concession shut her up with a slap to her beautiful font.

What short Leslie Townes Hope and braveness there was faded from Ian, as the red handprint faded from his wife's picket cheek.

'' plication over the desk, whore. ``

Before this moment Wendy would own said that she was a hard, independent cleaning woman.

After the smack she felt obedient and humiliated. She wanted to run from the way crying, while her tingling eubstance wanted to submit. To willingly render up all its closed book.

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

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

Grant walked up behind her. Ian could see a look of disgust on her face as he slowly ran his hands up her side of meat.

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

The power filled with a ripping phone. Wendy gasped in shock. In one quick move Grant tore the front of her courting open, blouse and all.

She could feel his strong fingerbreadth reach around the cups of her bra. The first touch on her teat other than her married man in class.

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

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

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

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

But he couldn't. Ian watched the Alpha Male took what was rightfully his. As a lowly beta, Ian didn't deserve any char, much less one so beautiful.

Duncan Grant gave both tits a clean slap. Then pushed on Wendy's back. Forcing her lower so that her elbows were resting on the desk.

Hiram Ulysses Grant grabbed the hem of her dame and slowly slid it up. Wendy, body trembling, let out a little moan. Mixed with upheaval, humiliation, and shame.

Slowly her white cotton pantie were revealed. Covering a sweet round ass.

With a frown, concession swatted the woman's ass twice. The sound causing Ian to jump and his little dick to twitch with excitement at his wife's misuse. `` You should be ashamed that your sissy hubby wears aphrodisiacal underclothes than you. '' The big boss chided.

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

Finally her sweet bare ass was fully revealed. Unable to hold back any longer, grant quickly pulls out his punishing peter.

He had planned to get to her beg, but this was skilful enough.

He grabbed her ass and spread her pussylips open with his ovolo. Grinning at how wet she was. Then he shoved his tilt strong dick into another man's wife. The recollective sought after cunt of his ally, Wendy.

Her moans matched his as he sank all the way to his Ball. Her middle went astray at the unaccustomed intrusion. His dick touched office inside her that Ian could never hope to reach with his sad, nothing, extrusion.

'' Aah, so practiced !"Duncan James Corrow Grant gloated."I 've waited a foresighted time to put you in your berth bitch. '' Wendy's cunt clenched his dick tight as he grabbed her long Brown University fuzz, forcing her psyche up.

rent filled her eyes even as her eubstance responded. She was willingly violating her wedding vows. Right in movement of her loving husband.

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

subsidization reached up and slapped the side of her expression from behind. `` Are you ! ``

'' Uh ! No. ``

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

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

'' Ha that 's right you slut. '' Grant slapped the whore's face a third time.

Wendy's big tits slapped together in time with the Alpha 's deep thrusts. With his nut hitting her pussy, she could find her orgasm building. As she looked over and saw her emasculated, weak husband she tried to agree back. The reality of what Duncan Grant had done to them tug her over.

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

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

Ian 's tool was hard. His body responding to a real man properly servicing his wife. His hand kept sliding toward his scanty. He had to puddle an feat not to jackoff to his pin-up wife's plight.

Soon Grant was pumping Wendy's tidal bore twat with his strong Alpha cum. `` Aah. That was as good as I imagined whore. ``

The Alpha slapped her ass as he pulled out. Grant's softening prick was covered in glistening know guck. Ian hurried over obediently to cream it clean. Tasting both his Bos and his wife's hot juice.

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

When the Alpha's pecker was clean, subsidisation grabbed Ian painfully by the whisker. Forcing the sissy's cheek into his wife 's swampy cootch.

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

Finally Cary Grant allowed the duet to stand up.

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

Wendy stood with her big nipple still hanging out of her rupture suit of clothes, skirt indecently tucked up. Some of Grants cum drizzled down her privileged thigh. Her body still trembled to orgasmic aftershocks.

Ian stood in his pink intimate apparel and stockings, cum smeared on his sissy look. His dick was surd in his panties. He couldn't bear to meet anyone's heart in his disgrace at how deform on he was.

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

'' You do sir. '' Ian replied immediately, hanging his read/write 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 pussy trembled to an aftershock, and she felt more of the Alpha 's cum leak out of her she found herself saying, `` You own us sir. '' And also dropped her head in pity.

Grant grinned cruelly at his dirty plaything. `` You can both take the ease 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 live pinch. Sending an excited tremble through her.

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

At a traffic light a car full of college boy pointed and laughed at the couple. Wendy with her titmouse hanging out, Ian in pink lingerie.

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

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

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

Both boys stepped back as the couple sped off to the green luminance.

Finally home the couple silently showered together.

"Do ... did you like that. Like what subsidization 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 genus Beta male now. And other 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 pantywaist took his wife's hand as she sat next to him."Even now section of you wants to go to him. To let him mistreat you."

'' wellspring, no more hiding anything from me. We will go through this together. After all I could n't stand up to him either. '' Wendy assured him. `` And I know I will be wearing sexier underwear from now on. '' She said with a blush."brand love to me. Let's push button that frightful man from our minds."She asked. Her hand slipping to his crotch.

Both their shoulders slumped when nothing happened. Her fingers failed to get him hard.

"Hold on."Ian hopped up and moved to her underclothing drawer. Wendy watched, curious and a little dismayed as her hubby pulled on a couple of her stockings.

champaign white, with a short lacing. His putz was fully erect before he finished.

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

"Come here, love."She ordered.

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

Now she slurped up his flyspeck peter and sucked.

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

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

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

In the morning 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.

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

Then came Dominicus ...

'ejaculate OVER. AND land YOUR WHORE married woman'was the text grant sent in the dawn.

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