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Serving Up Sissy! By Tina Majors
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By Tina Majors
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Serving Up Sissy!
By Tina Majors
Chapter One
Benny, as he never tires of telling me, could have made it as a tennis pro if it wasn’t for the injury he suffered in college. It kept him out for just under a year and according to him, cost him a place on the national squad.
Personally, I don’t quite see it like that.
At 5”5’ and without a bicep or calf muscle in sight, he’s not exactly built for professional sports. Still, I guess it shows what rich parents and all the best training facilities and summer camps growing up can get you.
But, honestly, it’s easier to just agree with his delusions of grandeur. Once Benny gets on one of his rants, it’s hard to put him off. Anyway... he’s still a good player and as head coach of Palm Sun Tennis Club, he really gets to revel in his own personal kingdom.
Me? Well, while I certainly enjoy playing tennis, I’m definitely more about the social side. There are definite advantages of being the Coach’s wife, that’s for sure. With our own personal changing room and spa suite, it’s safe to say that I’ll for the most part happily put up with the less appealing sides of Benny’s character.
Recently, his jealous has been getting out of hand.
The thing is, I have the kind of appearance that just draws attention wherever we go, and the fact that Benny is about as
far from an alpha male as you could get just adds to the attention.
When people see my 5”5’ micro-waisted frame approaching, their eyes will almost certainly give me an instinctive and thirsty once-over, more than likely followed by a long, hard stare. With my 36FFF breasts, tiny, tanned stomach, thick thighs and perfectly sculpted booty, I honestly don’t blame the men, and women too, for letting their tongues hang out when they see me.
Does that sound arrogant? Well, I’m just being honest. The fact that I love to dress in tight, extra-colourful workout clothing just seems to draw more attention. In a way, it’s kind of like my way of keeping Benny in check, making sure that he knows I’m the one in demand and he’s lucky to have me.
Recently, Benny had been showing off about the new Porsche he had ordered finally being delivered. So, when I arrived at the Sun Palm Tennis Club that evening, I knew that I wanted to look the part... not only so I could look great in the car myself, but also to keep my little hubby’s ego in check.
“Honey, now is this the absolute money or is this the absolute money?” Benny said as I approached, the grin on his face like nothing I had seen before. “Listen to this.”
As Benny revved on the engine, I couldn’t help but laugh. Right in that second, Benny was the living embodiment of small man syndrome. Classic Little Dick Energy. There he was, as proud as anything, loudly and aggressively revving the engine of his brand-new sports car, determined to make up for any physical deficiencies and insecurities in the only way he knew how.
Still, a new car was a new car, and I wasn’t going to start complaining. I’d let Benny have his fun... for now at least.
Benny was in his element, droning on and on about all the technical aspects of the car, and dropping in the prices and upgrade costs as loud as he possibly could, always keen to let everyone know just how much money he had. He was a snob, but ambitious too... another sign of his actual insecurity, and increasingly tiresome for me to have to deal with, that was for sure.
Suddenly though, my attention was drawn away from Benny and his Porsche to something, or rather someone, with a whole other kind of energy...
The sight of two six-foot-four black guys in the tennis club wasn’t exactly something I saw often. Or, actually, at all. One was older looking, maybe in his late thirties, the other much younger, probably about twenty, maybe twenty-two.
“Excuse me, Sir, are you Benny Levy?” the older man said, striding purposefully over towards us. Even with the sound of the Porsche engine humming, his voice was clear and distinct.
“Um, yeah? What’s up?” Benny said, easing off the revs and already a little bit defensive in his tone. “If you’re looking to join the club, speak to someone on reception. There is a... waiting list... though, so, you know...”
I watched as the older man introduced himself as Clarence. His huge, hulking frame towered over Benny, who now seemed trapped inside his car. It was at this point that I noticed Duane, apparently Clarence’s nephew, looking me up and down, blatantly licking his lips and drinking me in.
Blushing, I looked away and tuned in to Clarence seemingly laying down the law with my husband...
“You know as well as I do that Duane easily makes your team,” Clarence said, folding his huge arms across his chest. “Based on ability, there’s no reason whatsoever to try and block him. He won the trial day and barely dropped a game.”
Benny looked flustered.
“It’s not that easy,” he said. “Perhaps we can, um, why don’t I... um,”
I decided to step in.
I noticed that a couple of the club’s more conservative members were beginning to pay attention. This wasn’t a good look for anyone, least of all me. I didn’t want to be associated with any drama that could see Benny’s position as head coach – and my VIP membership – put in jeopardy.
“Guys, why don’t you take this into the Coach’s Changing Suite,” I said, smiling at Clarence as he looked in my direction and nodded, my eyes quickly drawn to the long, super-sized microphone he seemed to be storing at the front of his light
grey suit pants. “Come one, I’m sure you two can work something out. Right? Right?”
Clarence nodded.
I looked at Benny, giving him one of my hard stares before leaning in close to him...
“Get out of the damn car right this second and get that puffy ass of yours into the changing room,” I snarled. “You make sure you do whatever you need to stop this becoming some kind of scandal.”
Benny knew I was right.
I offered to give Duane a guided tour and said I would meet Benny and Clarence back at the entrance in twenty minutes.
Well, that’s what I told them anyway...
Chapter Two
Having left Duane to play a practice match with a couple of the other young up and coming players, I quickly headed back towards mine and Benny’s private changing suite.
I had to admit that there was something quite exciting about briefly hanging out with Duane. He really was an incredible athletic specimen and had a youthful zest to him that just wasn’t remotely comparable to Benny and his slower, softer body.
Just before I left to make my back to the changing suite, I had managed to catch a glimpse of him serving his first ball, and on top of the fact that his technique looked superb, I found my eyes being drawn to the long, undeniably snake-like shape at the front of his loose, shiny black shorts.
Let’s just put it this way... it had an effect on me.
Anyway.
Slowly and quietly making my way inside, I swiftly hopped into the smaller clothes drying room and peered through the slightly open wooden slats...
“I’ll ask again, do you agree that Duane should be number one pick for the team?” Clarence said, pushing Benny back up against the wall, a look of pure fear on his face. “Why are you even trying to make this difficult?”
While Benny did indeed look incredibly scared, there was also a defiant streak to him. He wouldn’t want to simply cave in and admit that he’d got it wrong – that was the last thing he would normally do in most situations, so I didn’t expect it to be any different here, even taking into account the fact he was quite clearly totally intimidated and in the process of possibly having his ass kicked by the stronger, more self-assured man.
“I’m the coach, I make the judgement calls,” he said, a tone of self-importance in his voice that right about now sounded more like a provocation than anything else. “Maybe you’re not
used to being the one who makes important decisions, but I am and-”
Before he could finish speaking, Clarence slammed Benny against the locker, harder this time. This was getting serious and for a brief moment I considered running to get help. However, something inside me stopped me from doing that...
“Okay, it looks like this is going to have to go down another way then,” Clarence said. “Don’t say I didn’t give you plenty of damn warning.”
“Wait! You can’t do this!” Benny squealed, powerless to stop Clarence as he tossed him over his shoulder and yanked his tennis shorts down, exposing his soft, squidgy white ass. “I demand you put me down right this... Awwww!”
I nearly fell right through the wooden swing-doors as I witnessed Clarence begin to rain down huge spanks on Benny’s exposed cheeks, the sounds of his howls filling up the room and luckily at the same time covering up my own gasps.
On the one hand, I wanted to rush out and protect my husband, but on the other... I found myself enjoying the
spectacle of him being well and truly put in his place. I had always fantasized about really laying into Benny and teaching him a lesson but despite the fact that he was as far from a dominant figure as a man could get, he was still my husband and the opportunity never truly present itself.
Until now.
Clarence didn’t care about protocol, or Benny’s status as
Club Coach, and he certainly wasn’t intimidated by Benny himself.
It was actually totally thrilling to witness my husband hollering out in pain, begging to be shown some clemency, completely at the mercy of a bigger, stronger, and altogether more masculine man.
“Okay, okay, Duane is on the team! Please!” Benny finally cried out, realizing that if he wanted this to stop, he would have to bend to Clarence’s desires. “Seriously, he’s on the team! Anything, just stop, please!”
I suddenly became aware just how stiff my nipples were and couldn’t resist reaching up underneath my pink polo-neck
and running the tips of my fingers over my bra, slowly circling over my nipples as I watched and listened...
“Just to make sure that this isn’t some bullshit to save your whiteboy ass, I’m going to be keeping tabs on you,” Clarence said, swatting Benny’s hands away as he tried to protect his modesty. “Holy shit, now I know there’s no way that little noodle is keeping your wife satisfied.”
I had to stifle a giggle.
Benny was so insecure about the size of his, um, manhood, and I knew it would be killing him to have Clarence pointing out his limitations in that area. I mean, Clarence was totally on point with his comment. As much as Benny like to think of himself as some kind of alpha success story, deep down he knew that his little boner wasn’t up to much. I mean, I would find myself moaning and groaning as he fucked me, but in reality I knew that there were much bigger dicks out there that would have had me screaming out in ecstasy. I’d even tease Benny about it sometimes, and it was something that on some
level I almost felt like he enjoyed, although he’d never admit to it of course.
“What is that, like two inches? Three?” Clarence said, slapping his hand down onto Benny’s exposed, twitching dick. “Looks more like an itty bitty clitty to me.”
“It’s... three and a half inches,” Benny said, trying to defend himself but just sounding even more pathetic. “Listen, I said your nephew could be on the team. Please, just leave me alone.”
I watched, my mouth wide open, as Clarence wrapped his hand around Benny’s dick and balls, slowly squeezing...
“I’ll be leaving you alone when I can trust that you fully understand how this situation is going to go down from now on,” Clarence said, his voice very controlled, utterly secure in itself. “Now get yourself dressed and get out there and do some damn coaching. There’s a big tournament coming up, and if Duane isn’t looking sharp, I know who I’ll be blaming.”
With my panties wet through, I watched as Benny got himself dressed under the watchful eye of Clarence. Before I
knew what I was doing, my hand was buried deep inside my panties, by legs quivering as I came silently barely moments after the two of them had left the changing room.
Panting, barely able to process what I had just witnessed, I knew one thing. I needed to see this happen again – and soon.
Chapter Three
“Mmm, that’s it, good boy,” I moaned, Benny’s hands spreading my ass cheeks and his tongue alternating between my pussy and my ass hole.
Having just got out of the shower, my body still dripping wet and steam rising from it at every possible curve, I had known that Benny wouldn’t be able to resist a little service.
What Benny would never have guessed would have been what I was thinking of as I climaxed, however. All I could see in my mind was the sight of Clarence throwing him around, manhandling him like a ragdoll, punishing him at will. Had Benny even the faintest idea that these kinds of fantasies were swirling around my head he would have been outwardly furious.
Benny was traditional, often conservative.
“Now, how about I jerk this itty bitty stiffy for you?” I said, cheekily smiling as I wrapped two fingers around Benny’s hard little dick, knowing full well that after having his face buried in my ass and pussy, and with my naked body on full display, he would be lucky to last more than a minute. “Come on, make that cute little splurgy mess for me. That’s it. Let it come. There it is!”
I laughed as Benny blushed, his attraction to me, and secretly my teasing of his manhood, proving far too much for him. As leant over to pick up a towel to wipe away his cum, I simply lay back on the bed and enjoyed the afterglow from my orgasm.
“So, how’s the new kid getting on? Um, Duane, right?” I asked, the last couple of weeks having flown by, me busy with work and Benny focusing hard on getting the team ready for the upcoming tournament. “I’m sure his uncle will be keen to see him do well.”
Benny looked at me.
There was an uneasy look on his face, like he was desperately trying to not reveal how he felt. Of course, he had no idea that I had witnessed what had gone on, but all the same there was a clear look of suspicion on his face.
“Something I said?” I joked, getting up from the bed and putting on my new, tiny white thong. “But seriously, how is that new kid doing? After his uncle made all that fuss to get him on the team he’d better be good, right?”
Usually, Benny would all too keen to talk about his incredible achievements as a coach, how no one at the club was as naturally talented as him, all that kind of classic posturing. But today he was different, a little wary.
“Oh, yeah, Duane,” Benny finally managed to say, his voice trembling a little. “He’s pretty good. Actually, really strong. I don’t know if he’s cut out of the team long term, but right now he’s good.”
“Uh-huh,” I laughed, walking over towards Benny, his eyes transfixed on my breasts as they bounced up and down as my bare feet glided across the marble floor underneath. “How
many squeezes before your hard little dicky makes a mess again?”
Benny was breathing heavily as I firmly gripped his hard little dick, still dripping cum, but ready to go again at any moment.
“Not this time,” I laughed, slapping my had down on his exposed dick, his neatly trimmed pubic hair having an almost feminine vibe to it. “You need to stay focused before today’s match. Remember, you’ve got the whole club watching and expecting a victory. You don’t want to let anyone down, do you?”
Just as the words has come out of my mouth, Benny’s phone flashed as an incoming message popped up. Benny quickly picked the handset up and put it in his pocket. I didn’t have time to wonder who or what the message was regarding, my mind was already wandering and considering the possibility of whether Clarence was going to show... and what his punishment for Benny might be if the tournament didn’t go as planned.
Chapter Four
“Okay, okay, everyone settle down,” Benny said, pleading with the disgruntled team, the tournament having been lost in the final game of the day... Benny’s game.
“Dude, you totally cost us!” Duane said, standing up from his chair, his naked upper body and torso looking every inch the young athlete in the making, each and every muscle super-defined and practically popping off his body. “I was shouting for you to play at his backhand. Damn. How is it I know better than the coach? You should have listened, bro!”
There was a deathly silence.
It wasn’t usual for players to speak to the coach like this, certainly not at Palm Sun – and definitely not when the player was only recently on the team. This was a clear and unambiguous challenge to his authority. I knew that Benny
would react, and he certainly didn’t fail to meet my expectations.
“Okay, kid, you’re out!” Benny shouted, his voice breaking super-high as he lost his cool, much to my amusement. “I don’t care how good you think you are, but you’re not Palm Sun material. I knew it from the moment I saw you. Pack your shit and get the hell out of my locker room.”
This seemed like it was going too far.
Sure, Duane maybe did speak a little too directly to his coach, but for Benny to react like this? It was over the top, and I wasn’t the only person to think it. The last thing Pal Sun needed was local media picking up on a talented black player being tossed out of the club, and I knew for sure that this wasn’t the right way for things to go.
“Everyone out,” came the voice from the door.
I turned around and saw Clarence standing there, looking immaculate as always in one of his pinstriped suits and shiny black shoes. His voice just had that natural authority to it, and
before I knew it the only people left in the room were me, Benny, and Clarence.
“I’ll... leave you guys to it,” I said, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind racing back to what I had witnessed last time from the drying room.
“Jodie, no, stay,” Benny said, his voice full of panic.
I looked to Clarence and took the hint as he simply shook his head and pointed towards the exit door. Despite the look on Benny’s face, his desperation coming over loud and clear, I turned and walked towards the exit, opening the door and then quickly hopping back into the drying room that I knew would allow me to spy on whatever the hell was about to go down...
“What did I tell you?” Clarence said. “Come on, answer me.”
Peering through the wooden slats, I watched as Benny just stood there. Dumbstruck. Silent. All the anger and bravado totally gone, like he knew that saying anything would only make a bad situation even worse.
“Clarence, I, um, I,” Benny finally managed, his hands nervously fiddling with the waistband of his shorts. “Let me... make things right.”
“Too late,” Clarence said. “It seems like you need another lesson.”
With that, Clarence strode over to Benny, slid his hands into his shorts and lifted him up in the air, the material of the waistband stretching to its limits and tearing right off Benny’s body, prompting him to not only cry out in pain but immediately come crashing down on the floor.
The sight of Benny lying at Clarence’s feet, a look of pain and total terror on his face, began to make an immediate on me. Just like last time. I felt a throbbing in my pussy and wasted no time in supporting myself up against the wall and easing my fingers up my tennis skirt and inside my regulation white panties.
“Get up, bitch,” Clarence said, grabbing Benny by his ear and lifting him to his feet. “It’s time to try something different. If a spanking didn’t do the trick, then we’re going to add
something new into the mix. Now take those pants off, and your top. I want to see exactly how pathetic you really are.”
Benny hesitated for a moment, but all it took was a clenched fist from Clarence and Benny was cowering, removing his remaining clothes as quickly as he could manage.
The sight of him totally naked, his soft, chubby man-boobs and puffy pink nipples on display and his hands cupping his dick and balls truly emphasized what a wimp I’d married. I’d always known it on some level, but seeing it like this was bringing it home in a way I’d never have imagined possible...
“Damn, I’ve seen some sissies in my time, but you... you could be something else,” Clarence laughed. “Now put your hands on your head and keep them there.”
Benny didn’t wait to be told again, lifting his hands slowly but surely and placing them on top of his head as instructed. I had to stop fingering myself to focus because it actually looked like Benny’s dick was getting hard.
Was he... enjoying this?
I wasn’t the only one to notice either...
“It looks like your maggot-dick is giving away your true feelings, sissy,” Clarence said. “Well, that’s just about what I expected. So, here’s how things are going to go down. From now on, you wear women’s panties every single time you come to the club. They’ll remind you of your place, and that you should never, ever, speak to Duane, or any other team member, like that again. You are here to serve them, not the other way around. Got it?”
“Um, I, I don’t own any panties?” Benny said, his voice shaking, his hands surely tempted to cover up his now throbbing, rock hard little dick.
“Not my problem. Sort it out. Now seeing as your little clit is so hard, I want to see what it’s capable of,” Clarence said, smirking as he unbuckled his belt and let his trousers drop to his ankles, his huge, tree-sized dick springing up, only semi-erect but still at least nine inches by the looks of things. “I want you on your knees, staring at my dick with your mouth open and your tongue hanging out. Go on. Do it. Good. Now,
pump that little sissy-dick as hard and fast as you can, and don’t break eye contact with my meat for a single second.”
I was stunned into silence as I watched Benny promptly wank his dick as hard and fast as Clarence instructed, his mouth wide open and tongue hanging out too. Despite the fact I was no longer fingering myself, I felt myself cum, my legs shaking as I witnessed Benny shoot his load up onto his chest, much to the scorn of Clarence...
“Weak, beta, clitty-boy behaviour,” Clarence laughed, kicking Benny onto his back and towering above him, pushing his huge foot down on his stomach. “Next time you piss me off, I’ll be choking you with my dick.”
“Yes, sir,” Benny said, almost frozen in terror.
“Oh, and I’ll be in touch regarding the panties too,” Clarence added. “I want to see you trying them on. Photos. Videos. I might even call you and we can do a Facetime.”
Without another word, Clarence simply turned and walked out, pausing briefly near me to check his phone, then walking
out. There was no way he could have seen me, but it didn’t stop my heart racing back up to a hundred miles an hour again.
This situation was far from over. The only question was whether Benny would even attempt to do anything to stop it, or simply accept his fate?
More than that... did I even want him to try and stop this?
Chapter Five
“I’ll meet you back at the car in an hour?” Benny said as we got out of the Porsche and took the elevator up to the first floor of the mall. “I’ve got, um, some things I need to pick up, maybe after we can grab some lunch?”
“Sure,” I replied, my mind already beginning to wonder exactly what it was Benny was up to.
Since his last run-in with Clarence, I was waiting to catch Benny out, ready to pounce if he slipped up and revealed even the smallest details or hint as to what had gone on between them.
Sure, I could have confronted him, probably driven the truth out of him by announcing that I had witnessed not one, but two very revelatory incidents between them.
But... where would the fun be in that?
Instead, that morning in the mall I decided a different approach would be in order. My plan was to follow him, at a distance, and see if I could discover just how much of a hold Clarence had on Benny outside of the tennis club...
“Yes, sir, I’m ready,” came Benny’s hushed voice from over the cubicle wall in the department store changing room.
Having managed to dive into the next cubicle unnoticed by Benny, I crouched right down onto the floor and peered upwards to be greeted by the sight of my husband wearing absolutely nothing but a pair of white and pink panties, the silk tie-ups on the sides looking flimsy to say the least as his puny little dick began to pop up at the front.
With Clarence’s big, grinning face on the phone screen, I watched as Benny began to dance, provocatively pulling on his nipples and turning around for Clarence’s entertainment, shaking his pudgy ass cheeks as the panties rode up into his cheeks.
“Twerk that sissy booty for me,” Clarence said, his perfect bone structure and charismatic smile coming across clearly
even via a small cell phone screen. “That’s it, you show your daddy what you’re working with.”
I could see that Benny was getting into it, but I didn’t know for sure whether that was because he was actually turned on, or simply too scared of annoying Clarence.
“Now, tell me, are we going to win the match-up this weekend?” Clarence asked. “There will be scouts from college’s watching, so I need Duane to look good. Believe me when I say this, it’s on your ass. One more screw-up from you and I might need to intervene further. You got that?”
“Y-y-y-yes, sir,” Benny said.
“If I was in town, I’d do it myself, but as extra motivation, I want you to spank that sissy ass of yours,” Clarence said. “Do it now. Twenty hard slaps, and if an assistant comes to check what the noise it, you keep going. Got it?”
“Sir, yes sir,” Benny said, immediately doing as he was told, his cheeks reddening quickly, the harsh sounds of the spanks reverberating around the changing rooms.
Not wanting to risk being seen by Benny, I took this as my cue to leave. On the way out, I saw two shop assistants giggling at the entrance to the changing rooms. Exchanging a smirk with them, I felt my excitement pique again... just how far was this all going to go?
Chapter Six
“So, you confident for today’s match?” I asked Benny as we walked into Palm Sun, greeting our friends and fellow club members, the husbands more than ready to lick their lips at the sight of me in my new bright white one-piece jumpsuit, my titties and booty cheeks having more freedom than usual to move and jiggle as I walked.
“I’d be more confident if you’d put some damn underwear on underneath that,” he snapped, his mind clearly distracted by the pressure of the match... and the consequences of losing it. “This club has standards, you know? Whatever. Just try not to embarrass me.”
“Come on, calm done honey, I know your stressed, but it’s just a game,” I teased, running my hand over his ass and giving his left cheek a little squeeze, knowing exactly how much this would irritate him. “Oh look, it’s Clarence and Duane. You
know, those two really do look... masculine. You know? No offense, but...”
Benny began mumbling angrily underneath his breath and stormed off in the direction of the practice court, leaving me momentarily standing by myself, but before long joined by Clarence.
“Care to join me in viewing the afternoon’s matches?” he said, extending his hand to me, my entire body feeling a surge of energy as his large, heavy hand rested itself on my waist. “We can cheer on the guys together. Hopefully Bunny won’t let us down.”
“Bunny?” I replied, giggling.
“Slip of the tongue,” Clarence answered.
“No, it suits him!” I said, giddily, totally struggling to keep
my cool in such close proximity to Clarence. “Come on, the first match is about to start.”
The first few games were evenly split. Benny lost a close game to his opponent, but luckily Duane was able to seal the victory for the club by winning his match in straight sets and
very much making a positive impression on all in attendance. Fresh blood like Duane was very much what this club needed, and I was already beginning to hope that Clarence had more fighting fit young proteges to introduce to the courts, and women, of Palm Sun. Anyway, with spirits high, the players and friends and family made their way to the bar.
But there was no sign of either Benny, Clarence, or Duane.
I needed to investigate, and if my suspicions were rights, I knew exactly where I would find the three men...
Chapter Seven
I was a little surprised to see that neither Benny, Clarence nor Duane were in the coach’s changing suite.
Surprised and disappointed in fact.
However, as I stepped out of the room, the sight of Marissa Levy running up to me with a look of absolute joy on her face brought me back into the real world.
“Jodie! Jodie! Get your ass onto the front lawn, you have to see this!” Marissa said, her own sizeable titties bouncing and crashing up and down as she ran to me, breathless and clearly incredibly excited about whatever the hell it was she was referring to. “It’s Benny... they’re making him do a forfeit.”
Straight away, I knew that this was too good to miss a single second of, and along with Marissa I sprinted down the corridor and out through the bar and onto the lawn...
“That’s it, hop! Come on, Bunny! Hop higher. Faster!” Clarence said, Duane standing next to him, appearing to be recording the whole thing on his cell phone.
I was taken aback, to put it mildly.
Right before my very eyes, Benny was dressed in a black one-piece swimsuit, complete with soft, white fluffy bunny tail attached just above his butt cheeks. His tall, furry pink ears flopped around as he bounced and hopped to Clarence’s orders.
Everyone was laughing. The kind of belly-laughs that can be heard for miles around too. Benny had pissed plenty of people off in his time as head coach, from members to staff, and this was clearly a great moment of revenge for them all.
“Hey, you’re a better mascot than a coach!” Marissa called out, her nipples visibly hard underneath her top, a wild smile on her face as she held her phone out to record as Benny hopped, skipped, and tripped right over into a flowerbed. “Clarence, I think Bunny needs some help getting to his feet!”
With a shake of his head, Clarence walked over to Benny and hoisted him to his feet, playfully spanking his ass and
pushing him off again, demanding more hops, much to Benny’s annoyance.
I could see the rage building, Benny’s notorious inability to laugh at himself was being pushed to its absolute limit, and beyond. Suddenly, and without warming, Benny decided that enough was enough and ran off around the corner and back towards the changing room, the sound of the gathered crowd jeering and hollering following him all the way.
“Perhaps you and Benny need to have a word?” I said, knowing full well how angry Clarence would be at being disobeyed by Benny, the likelihood of some serious consequences proving too tempting for me to miss. “I’m sure you two can sort it out together.”
Clarence looked at me, almost like he was trying to work out whether I knew what had been going on between them. I was beginning to actually want him to know, and not only that – this time it wouldn’t be just me who got to spy on my unfortunate husband’s inevitable humiliation.
Grabbing Marissa by the arm, I took a shortcut back to the changing room and got us both in prime position to covertly witness what was to come. Although had I known quite how far Clarence was going to move things forwards with my husband, I might have chosen to view it alone.
Chapter Eight
“Just keep quiet, honestly, you’ve never seen anything like this,” I whispered to Marissa as first Benny ran into the changing room, shortly afterwards followed by an angry, almost raging, Clarence.
Safely tucked away, we were ready to watch the action unfold...
“That was too far,” Benny said, angrily jabbing his finger in Clarence’s direction. “Whatever goes on behind closed doors, okay. But in front of the entire club? You don’t get to do that!”
Clarence didn’t answer.
Instead, he simply began to remove his clothes, one piece at a time, the sight of his increasingly bare body proving an incredible sight to both me and Marissa, two wives with small, soft, and slender husbands.
“Sissy Bunnies do not speak to their master like that,” Clarence finally said, his naked body glistening under the light, his dick rapidly growing, peaking at eleven inches as it pointed straight up, wobbling from side to side as he stepped towards a cowering, totally intimidated Benny. “Crouch down and kiss it. Do it now. Be a good bunny or face the consequences.”
Both Marissa and I were totally transfixed as Benny slowly but surely got down onto his knees and found Clarence’s huge, spunk filled balls and iron-strong fully erect dick right up in his face.
It was a lot for me to take on board, after all this was still my husband. But processing this all was something I could do later, right now all I wanted to see was whether Benny would actually go through with it...
“That’s it, kiss it all the way up from the bottom,” Clarence said, looking down at the swim-suited sissy beneath him. “Press those cute little lips down on some real meat.”
I glanced at Marissa and could practically see the drool forming at the corners of her mouth. I was no better, my clit
throbbing, my whole body telling me that my husband on his knees and kissing a big, thick black cock was something I enjoyed witnessing.
“Now open wide and swallow,” Clarence demanded, grabbing Benny’s head and placing it so that his mouth was directly over the top of his wide, bulbous dick head. “I want to hear chokes of appreciation, gratitude, and submission.”
Benny tried to speak, but his words were immediately muffled and completely distorted as Clarence pushed his head down, the sound of his gag reflex kicking in almost immediately doing nothing to stop Clarence.
“All the way down, slut,” he said, grabbing Benny’s ears and pulling down on them until his entire cock had vanished inside my husband’s stretched and filled mouth. “Open your eyes and look up at me. Let me see how a submissive sissy bunny looks on her knees with a hard dick in her mouth.”
I looked again at Marissa and it was clear by the way she was desperately biting her lip, sweat gathering in her hairline,
and her chest heaving up and down that she was struggling to hide an orgasm.
Clarence began to pump his dick in and out of Benny’s mouth, gradually increasing the pace, his entire body flexing and tensing as he got closer to unleashing his load...
“You want to feel a real man’s cum in that sissy mascot mouth of yours?” Clarence said, his breath now a little heavier as he continued to face-fuck Benny. “Blink once for yes, twice for yes please sir.”
Laughing, Clarence began thrusting so hard that spit and saliva began to fly out of Benny’s mouth, his eyes wide open and his entire existence in that moment serving to do nothing but be Clarence’s fleshlight.
Then, in a moment that I’ll never forget – not that I would want to – I watched as Clarence’s heavy balls tightened and he pumped his seed into Benny’s mouth, pulling his dick out halfway through so as to splash his still plentiful cum all over my sissified husband’s helpless face.
“Keep that mouth open, slut,” Clarence said, pushing his dick back inside and finishing depositing his load. “Let this be a lesson to you. You step out of line with me, you face the consequences. Got it?”
Benny nodded, a look of total shock and awe on his cum-covered face. I gave a satisfied-looking Marissa a nudge and we silently crept out of our hiding spot while we still could, totally undetected. I almost gave the game away when my legs, which had at some point during that experience turned to total jelly, nearly gave way.
“Is this normal for Benny and Clarence?” Marissa said once we were in the relative safety of the corridor, hastily making our way back to the bar. “I mean... if it is, I sure wouldn’t mind some tips as to how I could get my Carl some of that kind of treatment.”
I laughed, but my thoughts were still in the changing room, wondering what the hell Clarence and Benny were doing now, and how on earth I was going to make sure that this dick-sucking scenario wasn’t going to be a one off...
Chapter Nine
There was no denying that in the weeks after the bunny transformation and of course the ensuing dick-sucking incident, Benny was far more submissive around me.
Gone were his rants and egotistical anecdotes. This was very much good news, and something I could live with. I actually found myself beginning to take advantage of my new-found more controlling role.
Both in and out of the bedroom.
Even though it was something he had never really shown much enthusiasm for unless there was something in it for him, I reacquainted Benny’s tongue with my asshole, putting him to service on an almost nightly basis, and often without the reward of an orgasm. I even began looking up chastity devices, the thought of keeping his silly little dick locked up becoming more and more appealing – and achievable – to me.
On a day-to-day basis, I decided that the Porsche would be my car, leaving Benny driving around in my pink Mini Cooper convertible. A decent car, but about as far from the uber masculine jet-black Porsche as you can get. I even teased Benny
that if he went out driving he could put a wig on, just to look like the perfect little wife out doing her daily chores.
The joke didn’t go down well, but Benny had no idea that I knew exactly why that was the case.
One day, I had allowed Benny to take the Porsche out for a spin, but only on the condition that he took it to get valeted. On his return, I immediately jumped in the car and drove off to meet Marissa and a couple of my other close girlfriends for lunch.
As I drove, I noticed Benny’s cell phone on the passenger seat. The idiot had forgotten it, meaning I wouldn’t be able to contact him if I needed him to run an errand while I was out. But just as I pulled into the restaurant to park, I noticed it flashing.
It was a message, with a video file attached, from an unknown number. Instinctively, I knew I needed to look – but decided to wait until I was seated at the table with Marissa and the gang...
“Oh. My. God!” Marissa said, laughing hysterically and nearly spitting out her champagne. “Is Benny wearing... fake tits?”
The group of women laughed as the video showed Benny walking up and down what looked like it could be Clarence’s apartment balcony, wearing nothing but a high-cut, frilly black thong and a bra filled with life-like breast-forms that were at least a DD cup.
Oh, and his now seemingly customary bunny ears too.
In the background, Clarence’s voice gave instructions, telling Benny to walk slower, then faster, before ordering him to stand with his hands against the wall and present his booty for inspection.
“Jodie, so this is why you have such a good little hubby these days!” Jennifer remarked, sipping on her martini and clearly getting some ideas of her own. “Girls, I think Benny actually likes this?”
It was hard to disagree.
Huddled around my cell phone screen, we watched as Clarence approached Benny from behind and pushed his crotch into Benny’s protruding ass, his hands wandering around to the front and squeezing on his new-found big, juicy breasts. All the while, Benny was moaning, making noises of approval, totally giving himself to his master.
Then, abruptly, the video ended.
“No fair!” Marissa said, immediately scrolling the video back to the start to see if there had been a mistake, desperate to see it play out to its full conclusion.
“I wanted to see exactly where that was going!” Jennifer said. “I can definitely take a pretty good guess either way though.”
After watching the clip once more, and due to the arrival of our food, we kind of naturally moved on and my girlfriends began to gossip and dish the dirt on their own partners. I laughed and listened to their tales, but my mind was elsewhere.
It was time for me to really push Bunny to her limits.
Things went well on that front for a couple of months, Benny bending to my will at the drop of a hat, his orgasms becoming rarer and rarer, his willingness to bury his tongue deep in my pussy and ass giving me the gratification I needed from him without the hassle of having to pretend to enjoy his pee-wee dick inside me.
But over time, there were signs that Benny was reverting back to his old ways...
“So, I’m going to be going out with the guys tonight,” Benny said, totally forgetting the fact that he was supposed to be doing some chores for me. “Could be a late one.”
“Right... what? I don’t think so,” I replied, pulling my pink workout crop-top over my sports bra before hiking my workout shorts up a little higher, really bringing into focus the gains I’d been making recently on my thighs. “You’re staying in like a good husband.”
“Okay, no, enough is enough,” Benny said, slamming his hand down on the counter in a way that shocked me. I hadn’t seen him like this for a while, and it quickly dawned on me that
with the holiday break, there hadn’t been any tennis, or contact with Clarence for several weeks.
Benny’s attitude was slipping.
It was just my luck though that the new season party was coming up on Friday. Crossing my fingers, I hoped that Clarence would be there. I wanted submissive, sissy Bunny back, and there was only one man who could help me.
Chapter Ten
“So that’s why, all things considered, I was pretty much destined for greatness,” Benny said in his most arrogant, stuck-up tone. “I mean, you get all these so-called athletes thinking that tennis is all about power, but really it’s a finesse sport that takes... class.”
“Oh my God, someone shut him up,” Marissa said to me before walking off in search of another flute of champagne from the free bar.
Benny was feeling confident. Obnoxious even. Looking around, there was no sign of Duane, and by extension that also meant that Clarence wasn’t there either. I began to feel irritated by his every word, his every expression an annoyance I just didn’t want to deal with.
“What he needs is a god spanking from his bull,” Marissa laughed, easily seeing how annoyed I was. “Speaking of which...”
Merrily nudging me, Marissa pointed over to the door and the ever-imposing figure of Clarence standing there, looking immaculate in his black dinner jacket and crisp, white shirt.
I made sure to quickly look over towards Benny and fortunately caught the exact moment that he saw Clarence.
“I wish I could frame that face right now,” I laughed, giggling excitedly as Benny’s supreme confidence melted away right before my eyes.
“Hey, you can if you want,” Marissa laughed, showing me her cell phone screen and a perfect photo of Benny right at the second he spotted Clarence. “But only if you let me know when the shit between them goes down tonight, okay?”
“Deal,” I said, more than happy to amplify Benny’s degradation by having Marissa there to witness it.
“Coach, I see you clearly didn’t receive my message,” Clarence said as he approached a nervous, almost outright
panicky Benny. “Perhaps I should remind you, and everyone, of what we agreed?”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Benny stammered, nervously looking around and clearly hoping that people weren’t listening. “Security? This man is not a member here.”
I quickly waved the security guard away, passing it off as a joke.
“Honey, no, I mean, Clarence isn’t a member, right? That’s just a fact,” Benny said, trying to give me some kind of look but just coming across as totally pathetic. “Listen, why don’t you just leave and I’ll call you, I’m sure we can sort out any confusion, Clar-”
But before Benny could continue, Clarence walked right past him and up onto the main stage. Swiftly taking the microphone in his hand, he began talking...
“So, as you all know, I have been out of town,” he said, his voice rich, smooth, and with the natural, unpretentious authority that drove people like Benny mad. “But I’m back. I’m
also very happy to announce that as of today, I’ll be taking a short-term consultancy role at the club, here to put in place some new ideas. More forward thinking, better ways of doing things.”
The assorted crowd clapped in approval, the men mostly impressed by Clarence’s vibe, and their wives very much into his natural alpha energy.
Of course, Benny was far from into it...
“This is... ridiculous,” he said to me, his voice hushed but still furious. “He can’t... he just can’t...”
“Can’t what?” I said, enjoying my moment of taunting Benny. “Big, strong, intelligent men like Clarence can generally do what they want, to who they want, and precisely when they want. Disagree?”
Benny’s face began to flush a beetroot-red colour, clearly enraged by what I was saying, but also probably now extremely suspicious that his secret was out of the bag somehow.
“Everything okay over here?” Clarence said, placing his arm around my waist and leaning in to kiss me on my cheek. “You’re not being a bad little Bunny, are you?”
“Benny! Clarence is speaking to you,” I cut-in, not wanting to leave Clarence’s question unanswered a second longer. “Answer him. He’s pretty much your boss right now.”
“Okay, enough is enough, let’s get things moving,” Clarence said, ushering me towards the private meeting room across from the bar. “Bunny, you’re coming too. Hop to it!”
Giggling uncontrollably and aware that Marissa’s eyes were on me, I walked out of the main bar with Clarence, Benny following behind us.
This was the step I had been waiting to take ever since the first time I had seen Clarence and what he was capable of. I felt nervous, full of adrenalin, but more than anything... I felt ready.
Chapter Eleven
“Hey, wait, Jodie can’t see this!” Benny protested, unable to make eye contact with me as I stood next to Clarence. “Come on, anything but this, please.”
“Tut, tut, tut,” I said, smirking at the sight of him practically cowering in the corner, helpless as Clarence ran his hands over my thighs, my ass, squeezing my waist, quite literally sizing me up. “Naughty Bunnies get punished, you know that.”
The look of realization on Benny’s face was priceless.
The game was up, his secret was out, and he knew it all too well.
“Now stop staring and get yourself into your outfit,” Clarence said. “I’ve gone to the trouble of laying it all out for you in the shower block. You’ve got sixty seconds. Move!”
Benny turned and ran faster than I had ever seen, emerging soon after in an outfit that looked equally totally ridiculous and incredibly perfect.
He wasn’t the coach anymore, that was for sure.
Wearing black suspenders, black mesh thong panties, and of course the requisite matching bra and breast-forms, he walked before us looking like the perfect sissy.
Well, almost.
“Clarence, I think Bunny needs some lipstick, don’t you?” I said, opening my Gucci handbag and rifling through my makeup. “Here, how about this?”
“Very nice,” Clarence said, watching as I moved from applying shocking red lipstick on Bunny’s lips to adding a liberal amount of first eyeliner and then a light purple eye shadow. “Now give us a little show, slut. Walk the room and show your wife what a good twerker you are.”
At this point, Clarence sat down and pulled me onto his lap. With the feeling of his bulge pressing up against my booty, I watched as my totally sissified husband walked up and down for our amusement, his face blushing, his dignity rapidly disappearing before our eyes.
I still loved Benny, but it was impossible to see him in the same way now, especially as Clarence’s hardening dick began to press upwards into my skirt, pushing itself between my ass cheeks and prompting me to push my weight downwards onto him.
“You see, this is the way forward,” Clarence said, addressing both me and Benny. “A fantastic, ambitious wife needs a real man to go alongside her sissy husband. It’s the way of the world, and I’m all about helping people understand that.”
With Benny squatting down and shaking his ass for us, I turned my head to Clarence and let him kiss me. It was thrilling, and the knowledge that Benny was here to witness it, albeit in a state of ridicule and humiliation, just made it all the better.
“Jodie, what the...” Benny said, turning and watching as Clarence continued to plant kisses over me as he unzipped the back of my dress, allowing my breasts to tumble out, my nipples tingling, almost painfully hard from sheer excitement. “Clarence, no!”
But Clarence barely acknowledged Benny as he began to flick his huge tongue around my nipples, before gently sucking and pulling on them, teasing me... and my husband too.
“You just don’t get it, do you little man?” Clarence laughed, lifting me up to my feet and pulling my dress off, leaving me standing there totally naked, the freshly shaved thin strip of pubic hair above my pussy my only modesty. “This is natural. This is the way it’s meant to be. You know your little rinky-dinky micro-dick isn’t enough for a body like this?”
Clarence took a big handful of my booty, lifted it and let it drop again, emphasizing my pure, feminine form. Benny had no answer, and simply stood watching as Clarence began to fondle every inch of my body right in front of him, my pussy lips glistening as his fingers rubbed over them.
“Clarence, I think sissy is getting jealous,” I said, struggling to maintain my composure as I watched Clarence remove his clothes, his dick immediately bouncing up and looking more than a little intimidating at full size. “I think Bunny wants some attention, don’t you my useless, little piggy?”
Without pausing, Clarence strode over to Benny and clamped his fingers over his breasts, squeezing them, using the grip to pull him towards me.
I had never imagined I’d be in this position, but now that I was living it, I couldn’t deny that it felt incredibly natural.
It felt... right.
“Show Clarence how grateful you are for his help,” I said. “He’s given the tennis club a boost, and our marriage too. So be a good Sissy Bunny and make his dark meat nice and wet. Just like you have done before...”
Clarence smiled as Benny subserviently dropped to his knees and began to lick up and down his shaft, even taking the
time to work on his balls too, sucking on them, taking them in his mouth and pulling down, much to Clarence’s approval.
“Good work, panty-slut,” I said, noticing how easy all this was. Benny was putty in our hands and I wasn’t about to let him off easily. “Now wrap your prissy little hands around his shaft and work it. That’s it. Lick and suck on the head while you’re at it.”
As Benny set to his task, I took my cell phone out of my bag and made sure I was capturing as much of this as I could for posterity. I was already imagining editing a big sissy cock-sucking montage I could put together on our new Mac.
With one hand hovering over my clit, I sent a DM to Marissa, telling her to come and join us. There was no way she’d want to miss out on this, and if I knew her as well as I thought I did, I was sure she would be more than happy to help increase Benny’s humiliation in any way she could.
Chapter Twelve
Within two minutes, Marissa entered the room and, to even my surprise, she was walking hand in hand with Duane. Her husband was nowhere to be seen...
“Hey, I couldn’t let you have all the fun tonight,” Marissa said, sitting down on Duane’s lap and clearly enjoying the sensation. “So, what’s Bunny going to do for us now?”
I looked over at Benny and tried to imagine what was going through his head as he continued to wank and suck on Clarence’s enormous cock. Benny knew that there was no turning back now, and maybe it was that which enabled him to slurp and slave so unself-consciously over Clarence’s towering lead pipe.
Or maybe he was simply cock-drunk now, the only thought on his mind being how much dick he would be taking, and where.
Either way, it was time to step things up a notch...
“How about a dick measuring contest, just for us ladies?” I suggested, smiling as Duane enthusiastically got up and began to remove his clothes, his lean and ripped body a brilliant contrast to Clarence’s heavier, more mature muscle. “Well, I can definitely see that big dicks run in the family!”
The sight of both men, their anaconda-sized, hard, almost unbelievably potent dicks throbbing and twitching was almost enough to get me off, but when Benny reluctantly stood next to them and began to pull his tiny thong down, it nearly pushed me over the edge...
“It’s totally pathetic... but also kinda cute!” I said, the comparison between the two eleven-inch dicks and my husband’s three-and-a-half-inch sissy maggot being hard to comprehend.
“It’s like it’s not even a real dick?” Marissa laughed, leaning over and slapping Benny’s stiff little pecker. “Sissy Bunny and her cute clitty!”
“Bunny, I think you know what I want to see now,” I said, not-so-subtlety nodding at Clarence and Duane’s dicks in turn. “One in each hand please, get them even harder if you can. And do it with a big smile on your face too.”
Marissa and I watched as Benny stood there, the two Gods standing either side of him, their dicks being pumped by him. “Duane, how about we really test this bottom bitch out?”
Clarence said, stepping away from Benny and tossing him up onto his shoulder. “Ladies, if you’ll squirt some lube over this tight little hole, that would be most appreciated.”
“No, no, not...” Benny cried, stopping to gasp as the cold, slimy lube landed on his exposed, virgin ass hole. “There’s no way they’ll fit inside me!”
“Oh, I’m sure your fat little ass can quickly adapt to accommodate them,” I laughed, passing the lube to Marissa who took great pleasure in squirting some on her fingers and proceeding to work them in and out of Benny’s puckered hole, prompting more moans from him. “See, I think you’re actually going to enjoy this a lot more than you want to admit.”
Clarence and Duane didn’t hang around for too much longer.
Duane took Benny’s arms and Clarence held him by the legs. Held up mid-air and stretched out flat, his mouth and ass were perfectly positioned to do what they had been trained for... to serve big black cock.
“That’s it, Duane darling, make sissy do those choking noises, fill that disgusting little mouth of his up with your beautiful, potent manhood,” Marissa bellowed, her skirt hitched up, legs parted, and wet fingers working all around her clit and inside her pussy. “Fifty bucks Clarence can’t fit it all in?”
“No, I know my Sissy Bunny won’t let me down,” I replied, watching in awe as Clarence began to push his dick inside Benny, easing it in inch by inch, firmly but also with a kind of sensuality that made me desperate to experience his dick inside me too. “See, looks like you owe me fifty bucks.”
Marissa and I watched, totally enthralled, as Duane and Clarence found a rhythm between them, Benny’s limp, weak body acting as nothing more than a sex toy, a novelty, a piece of
flesh for them to use and abuse as they wished, his cheeks clapping faster as Clarence drove in and out.
Benny looked like a perfect bimbo slut, his muffled cries of pleasure and discomfort blending into the background as Clarence and Duane filled the room with their uber-masculine grunts.
Then, both reaching a crescendo at the same time, I witnessed up close and personal the sight of Benny being filled with hot, pure alpha cum at both ends, his ass hole and mouth rapidly filled with burst after burst of semen.
“Bravo!” Marissa shouted, her body convulsing as she brought herself off, the tremors in her legs telling me that this was as big an orgasm as she’d experienced for quite some time. “Oh God, just imagine what I’ll orgasm like when Duane’s inside me. I’ll have hubby recording it all of course.”
With Clarence and Duane now spent, and both Marissa and I hot, sweaty messes, we decided to make use of the large communal showers...
“Bunny, you crawl behind us,” I said, watching as Benny got himself onto all fours, his face covered in cum and his jelly-weak legs struggling to move, cum dripping down his inner thighs. “If you’re lucky, I might let you clean all of our asses, not just mine!”
“Yes, Miss,” Benny replied, his mind totally blown by what had happened, and about as far away from his arrogant mindset as was imaginable. “Thank you, Miss.”
The next couple of months of Clarence’s consultancy role at Palm Sun were going to be interesting, that was for sure. Benny still had plenty to learn, and so did I, but with Clarence as our guide, I knew we’d be in the safest, strongest, and largest hands you could ever wish for.
Game. Set. And Match.
