Service with a SMILE! Written by Throne (30 Pages) (Patreon)

Service with a SMILE!

Written by Throne

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Service with a

SMILE!

Written by Throne

Lana stood at the front door with her workout bag. She looked so fit and trim, like a swimsuit model. Her naturally blond hair was cut short and parted on the side. Alex gave her an appreciative smile. He was an okay looking guy himself, with a youthful, almost boyish face. They were both short, so his usual sensitivity to his limited height wasn't an issue unless she wore heels. He was already looking forward to sex after she came home and showered. Naturally, he didn't want to get intimate with her while she was still sweaty from her exertions.

"Hey, babe," he said as she stepped out onto the front porch, "I'll be thinking about you doing all that bending and stretching."

She knew what his words meant. When she got back, he expected her to clean up and slip into that pink nightie he had just bought her, and be ready for a quickie in bed, even if she was tired and a bit sore after an evening exercise session. On top of that, Alex's tiny dick and rapid finishes made intercourse a waste of time for her. She would get excited but he never gave her an orgasm. It would be nice if he went down on her but -- oh no -- that was even more abhorrent to him than touching her when she had been perspiring.

Lana managed a wan smile. "Sure, honey. Us girls will probably sit around and gab after we're done. I'll see you in a few hours."

He made himself a drink, to start getting into the mood for what he anticipated later. To make sure his wife understood his expectations, he got out the filmy nightie and laid it neatly on top of the bedspread. After the alcohol had started to give him a buzz, and he was relaxing, there was a loud knocking on the door. Who the heck could it be? He stalked over and flung it open.

Filling the doorway was a tall Black woman with overstated curves. She had titanic tits, broad hips, thick thighs, and large shapely calves. Her hair was cut very short and worn naturally. She had strong features, dominated by pillowy lips. Hoop earrings hung almost to her shoulders. All she wore was a tank top and tiny terrycloth shorts, the former white and the latter navy-blue. On her feet were red running shoes. She sneered down at the short man, who reflexively retreated two steps. Without asking permission, she stepped inside and pulled the door shut behind her. When she turned sideways to do that, he saw that her bottom was massive, jutting out alarmingly far.

There was a spacious carry-all bag in her hand. She shoved it against his narrow chest and ordered, "Hold that for me, loser."

The force she used made him stagger back. She came forward, forcing him to move away, step after step, until he was pressed against the wall, held there by her sheer bulk.

"Who are you?" was all he could think of to say.

"I'm Bertha. Your wifey hired me to knock you into line. That's the service I provide." She smiled and leaned harder on him. "Unless you got a problem with that."

"This is crazy. You need to leave my house right now." "Your house? Doesn't your Missus own it, too."
"Of course, but..."

She moved back, at the same time wrenching the bag from his his weak grip. "See? That's one of the things we got to deal with, you acting like you're the boss of her and she doesn't own nothing." When he tried to speak again, the palm of her large hand slammed into his breastbone. "The

first thing we got to do is get you naked. So I can see what I'm dealing with here."

When he raised his hands to fend her off, she expertly landed a punch to his midsection. He doubled over and was left breathless. That made it simple for the big female to strip off his T-shirt and open his pants. She used a sideswipe of her leg to knock his feet out from under him. Alex ended up on his back, gazing up at the looming giantess. His feet were bare, so it was easy to tug his pants down and off. Then she bent far forward, her heavy bust, unrestrained by a bra, straining against the thin top. Bertha hooked her fingers under the waistband of his shorts and yanked hard. She whisked them off him, to be tossed carelessly over her shoulder. He lay there, naked and scared.

Bertha pointed at his immature genitals, which had only wispy hair growing above them, and laughed loudly. "Damn, boy. I can see why your woman is disappointed with you. What's that supposed to be, between your legs? It sure isn't a cock and proper balls. More like a chicken bone and two baby onions." She put her lightly shod foot against his unprotected parts. "Maybe I should just squash them, so you won't pester her for sex no more."

"OMG, no," he wailed. "You'll unman me."

"How could I UN-man you, when you're not a man to start with. In fact, one of the things she wanted me to do was dress you like a sissy, so you won't go thinking you're a grown-ass man."

She reached down, seized his wrist, and hauled him roughly to his feet. When he tried to pull free, she slapped him hard across the side of his face. Before he coud recover from that, she was dragging him down the hall.

"Let's see," she said. "Bedroom should be right about..." She entered the correct room, still towing him along. Bertha saw the pink nightie and her full mouth broke into a wide grin. "I like that. She even set out something for me to put you into."

"No. What? You can't expect me to..."

Bertha sat heavily on the side of the bed. She dragged him across her bare thighs. The contact of skin-on-skin sent waves of erotic electricity through him, despite the circumstances. Holding him in place with one hand on his lower back, she raised her free arm and brought it down hard, placing a forceful smack on the middle of his ass. Alex yowled and kicked his feet, but she kept him where he was. Her spanking hand rose and fell like some tireless

machine, making the pain in his sitter worse and worse, until he was crying hot tears and blubbering.

She stopped and said, "See what happens? You act like a naughty boy and I treat you like one. Or should I start calling you a naughty GIRL?" She chuckled. "Let's see you in that pretty little bit of nothing. That is, unless you want some more of this." She made his choice clear by landing another half dozen of her best.

"No more," he pleaded miserably, unable to catch his breath. "I'll do whatever you say."

"Damn right, you will. And after I'm done, you'll do whatever your wife says... always."

As she stood, she held onto his full head of hair, to keep him from dropping to the carpet. Bertha jerked him to his feet like a marionette. She reached back to pick up the nightie.

"Please don't make me," he sobbed.

Still holding onto his hair, she gave him a violent shake. "Excuse me? Did I hear some more backtalk?"

"OW! No. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"And now, are you going to get dressed like a good sissy?" "Yes. I'll behave."
"What'd you say your name is?"
"I didn't, but it's Alex."

"Do you mind if I call you Alexis?"

He hugged the lingerie to his hairless chest. "I..." His backside was still on fire from the spanking. "It's fine. You can call me that."

"See? You're not as stupid as you look. Already, you're learning. Now get into that sexy babydoll."

He hesitated, but only for a second. Alex got the sleepwear over his head and let it slither down across his bare torso. The spaghetti straps settled on his shoulders. Combining that with his slender build, he appeared even less manly than usual.

Bertha ordered, "Let me see you move like the pansy you are, Alexis. Pull back them shoulders and roll those hips." Fearful of more time spent over her lap, he did his best to

assume a feminine way of moving. She nodded her approval. He had to strike several pin-up type poses before she was satisfied. Then Bertha told him, "You owe me a big thank-you, girl. How about planting a few kisses on the insides of my thighs?"

She spread her feet far apart. He could see that the dark skin, a rich chocolate brown, was sheened with sweat.

Speaking without thinking, he said, "I can't. You're all sweaty."

"So-freaking-what?"

"Well, I mean, with all that perspiration, I can't put my lips there."

"Like hell you can't."

She motioned for him to come closer. When he was directly in front of her, she put her hands on his shoulders and exerted downward pressure. His knees buckled and he found his eyes level with where he was supposed to apply his lips. Alex was revulsed. He was so near that he smelled her sweat, along with the feminine musk from her most private area. His throat constricted. This couldn't be

happening. Why would Lana have him subjected to such a nightmare?

Bertha wanted to know, "You need some time to think about it? While I'm waiting, I could grab hold of those small balls of yours and see how hard I can squeeze them, and how loud you can squeal while I'm doing it."

Alex's entire body shuddered. "No. Don't do that. I'll... comply."

"Yeah. What you said. Get to complying."

He leaned forward until his puckered lips met her warm skin. Alex tasted the salty perspiration. She told him to lick and he licked. Bertha made him kiss higher, until he nearly reached the juncture of her thighs. The scent of a woman became even stronger. She kept him at his unpleasant task until she no longer sensed any resistence.

"That's more like it," she congratulated. "Maybe later I'll have some more spots that need your lips and tongue on them. Right now, we got to see what's in my bag of goodies."

She turned toward the bed, giving him an eyeful of her double-wide round backside. The brief shorts were

molded to its contours, with the rear seam pulled up into the central valley. Alex dug his fingers into the palms of his hands. He had no other way to relieve his stress. A wrong word could earn him physical punishment. He tried not to think about what she might have in that copious carrier. When she again faced him, he saw something small between her thick fingers.

"What I got here is a chastity dee-vice," she informed him with a leering smile. "I'm going to lock it onto that puny pickle of yours, to make sure you don't try to hold me down and pound my pussy."

"But I couldn't... There's no way... You're too big and strong for me to..."

"Are you arguing with me, Alexis? Telling me I'm wrong? Maybe calling me stupid? Hmmm?"

His mind tried to process everything. She had backed him into a corner. He didn't dare to disagree with her about anything.

"No, Ma'am," he said, attempting to sound respectful.

"So, what you mean to say is that you want me to feel safe, and that's why you want me to slip this cock-lock over your

chitlin-size dick. That sad little thing looks like a piece of pork rind. Heh!"

"O... o... okay."

"Then let me hear you s... s... say it," she responded, imitating his sudden speech difficulty. "Ask me real polite to lock up your Little Miss Pinky."

"I... you..." He took a deep breath. "Please lock up my penis, Ma'am."

She insisted, "You can do better than that, Alexis."

"Please lock up my... teeny-tiny... dick, Bertha. And... um... thank you in advance."

"Close enough. Get onto the bed, on your back, girl, so I can reach that clitty you got instead of a cock."

He obeyed wordlessly. Bertha's fingers, bigger around than his slim pecker, became nimble as they slipped a ring over his three-piece set and then fitted a cap over his member. The restrainer was small, even for his undersized endowment. She lined up the two parts and turned a key that was already in the barrel lock. Then she held the key up for him to see. Bertha put her hand

against her open mouth. She moved it away and made a show of swallowing with difficulty.

"Noooo," he wailed. "You swallowed the key. How will I ever get out of this cage? How will I be able to have sex with Lana?"

Bertha shrugged. Then she held out her closed hand and uncurled her fingers. The key was still there. She had simply palmed it, like a magician. The big woman laughed uproariously, before she deposited the key into a zippered pocket on the outside of her bag. She set the carrier on Alex's abdomen and rummaged around inside.

"I want to show you I'm not mean," she said. "So I'll give you a choice. You can either get a lesson in eating pussy, by practicing on me..."

He interrupted with, "There's no way I can do that. You're still sweaty. And doing that is totally disgusting. It's sickening. Just talking about it is making my stomach lurch."

"No problem," she responded placidly. "Because now I'll get to use this." What she extracted from the bag was a long artificial cock made of firm rubber. It was darker than her skin and attached to a harness. She continued,

"I'll just strap this on and use it to rape your ass. A sissy like you will probably like that better than having to eat a stanky old snatch. Come to think of it, I don't remember washing down there today. Or yesterday. Pee-eww." She held her nose for emphasis.

"Wait. Hold on. You can't put that thing in my... body."

"Can't shove it up your back alley? Don't worry, honey. I'll use lube. Wouldn't want to rub you the wrong way." She laughed again. "But I would want to rub you inside, for a long time. And since you refuse to tickle my twat with your tongue, I get to ride your ass hard with my handy strap-on dildo. I'll try to make it romantic, Alexis."

"No. I changed my mind. I didn't know what both my choices were."

"Well, girly-girl, it was you who decided before I finished talking. That's why it makes sense to me to just get this harness on and get busy." She jerked her wide hips in an exaggerated way. "Gonna break you in. After that, you can't never deny being a sissy."

"Please. I apologize for interrupting," he said in desperation. "I was wrong. I'm stupid. An idiot. Please give me another chance."

"Oh, all right," she agreed tolerantly. "So, which is it going to be, Alexis? You tongue in my taco, or this rammer-jammer up your poop-chute?"

"That first one. Me performing cunnilingus."
"You mean slobbering and slurping all over my girly bits?" "Yes. That. What you said."

"Hold on, now. I'm awful sweaty and smelly down there. If you want, it can be me mounting you like a mongrel with a bitch dog."

"No. Please. I'm sure. I want to..." He couldn't suppress a slight gagging sound. "... eat your pussy."

She held up her hands in surrender. "All right, then. You made your choice. Now help me out of these shorts. They been up against my hoo-ha all day, holding in all that stink."

He gently worked the waist down over the swell of her hips and bulge of her bottom, and then got the garment down her long legs and over her feet. She also made him remove her shoes. Bertha took off the tank top herself, after which

she held it under his nose, for him to sniff. He obediently inhaled the body odor, which included a sample from her armpits. His head reeled. The big Black woman stretched out on the bed. Instead of it being his beautiful wife waiting for him with legs apart, it was this dark she-devil. With Lana, he would be about to poke his dick inside.
Now his penis was compressed to its limit in that damnable prison. Instead, he would be using his mouth on Bertha's unwashed pussy. He stared at its thick rubbery lips and wanted to run away. Nude and already defeated, he couldn't attempt to flee. Instead, he stretched out in the 'V' formed by her lower limbs, with his face inches away from her sexual center. He squirmed nearer, at the same time extending his tongue.

She warned him, "Get to licking or I'll be backdoor sticking."

With visions of her battering his virgin ass, whose cheeks still burned from being spanked, he lapped from the bottom of her furrow to the top. The taste was nauseating but he kept his tongue working, over and over. She told him to suck her love-button, which he did. Then she told him to get his licker inside, as deeply as he was able. He did that too. There was no depth to which he wouldn't descend to avoid the rump-rape that could follow refusal. Alex ate it like he was starving and she was providing

sustenance to save his life. After a while she got wetter. Bertha was approaching lift-off. He mouthed her clitty while simultaneously fingering her hole. It put her into the stratosphere, with a loud quaking climax. She got much wetter and he had to lick up and swallow the rush of juices. At last she settled down and he decelerated his oral activity. Gradually, he backed away.

"That was nice," she said. "Give me a few minutes to rest up, and then I'll be ready to strap on my fake cock and ram your factory outlet."

"What? No. You said I had to pick one or the other. This isn't fair."

"I'm sorry if you didn't understand, you silly sissy. What I meant was that you had to pick which one you wanted first. You still get the other one second. Or should we have a chat about it? You know, with you talking and me kicking you in the nuggets until you can't stand up straight."

That was when he started to weep. She got to her feet and had the harness fastened around her generous pelvis in no time. The ebony bone thrust out obscenely from her body. She took a tube of lubricant from the bag and smeared it all over the business end of the battering ram.

She told Alex, "You're already face down. Just move forward far enough that you can bite the pillow, if you need to." She chortled at the implications of that. "And get your knees under you. I want that booty high in the air. You can give it a few wags, like a bitch in heat, to tell me how much you want to be drilled, sissy."

He reluctantly got into position. She knelt behind him and pushed the bottom of the nightie high up onto his back. Alex felt the fat knob of the faux phallus bump against his tight rosebud. The lube on the end of the sex tool was cold. He shivered. She gripped his hips. Her powerful muscles drove the head past his clenching ring. He yowled and then let out a long, tortured moan. She allowed him to become acclimated, as much as he could, to being violated by something so girthy. She eased inch after inch into his gut. Her anal invader withdrew partway and then plunged in. It set up a steady punishing rhythm. Bertha pumped furiously. In disbelief, Alex felt himself becoming aroused. She banged his butt mercilessly. He threw back his head.

"No. Don't make me... I don't want to..."

But it was too late. He let out a high-pitched cry and -- despite being in chastity -- spurted his load onto the bedspread. Alex sobbed with shame.

Bertha wanted to know, "Did you like that, sissy? Did you just squirt a mess all over this nice clean bed?"

"I did. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have liked it but... but..." "But you did. Heh, heh, heh."

Suddenly, they realized they weren't alone. Lana was standing in the bedroom doorway, her gym bag still in her hand, a stunned expression on her pretty face.

She said, "What the frack is going on?"

"It's okay, Missus," Bertha assured her. "I'm just giving you the service you asked for on the phone. Getting this wimp husband of yours into shape. After this, he won't bother you about sex any more. And I had him eating pussy like a champ. He'll give you all of that you can stand, any time you tell him to."

"But," Lana began in disbelief, "I didn't call for any such service."

"What?" Now it was Bertha's turn to be confused. "Ain't this 203 South Staunton Road?"

"No," Lana told her with dawning understanding. "This is 203 NORTH."

"Holy she-it," Bertha exclaimed. "I screwed the pooch."

"You also screwed my husband." Lana didn't sound disapproving. "I was watching for the past several minutes."

"Damn. Sorry about that."

"Hold on. You said Alex won't pester me with his baby dick anymore? And that he'll finally eat my kitty?"

"Oh yeah. Just keep him in that cock-lock. And you can serve him a hot box lunch anytime the mood strikes you. I'm sorry I got the wrong house."

"Don't be sorry. Not if the results are what you said. In fact, how much would the charge have been?"

Bertha told her and she said she'd be happy to pay. The women introduced themselves to each other, in a friendly way. Alex couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Hey," he whined. "What about me? That Black bitch still has her door-buster in me."

Lana told him, "Shut up, twerp. And don't complain. She made you finish, didn't she?"

Bertha interjected, "With his dingus in lockdown, the only way he'll cum now is with a fat rubber cock up his tailpipe. A rubber one or a real one."

Alex's wife said wistfully, "You solved my other problems, but that's one thing I'm still lacking. I could use a proper man in my bed. One with the right equipment, who doesn't finish his fun before I can start mine."

The full-figured woman asked, "You ever been with a Black dude?"

"Before I met my sexual dud of a husband I was. It was fantastic."

"Well, girlfriend, I can make one phone call and have just what you need over here in no time flat. It'll be my cousin Marlon, who gets called Super Stick."

"Really?" Lana's eyes lit up with erotic avarice.

A half hour later everyone was in the living room. Drinks had been made and Bertha's cousin, Marlon, had arrived.

He was a tall muscular specimen of masculinity, with a shaved head and thick drooping mustache. His T-shirt was tight enough to show off his pectorals and abs. His jeans were so snug that the outline of a magnificent cock was displayed. Lana eyed him hungrily. Alex was sitting in the corner, on the carpet, still in his wife's pink nightie. The two women had done a quick job of making up his face, intentionally using the cosmetics sloppily to give him a whorish look. His hair had been teased up and sprayed to keep it that way. His lower lip stuck out in a petulant pout. Marlon smiled at Lana. He liked what he saw. They fitted themselves against each other in a tight embrace. She rubbed her crotch eagerly against that jungle snake in his pants.

Lana wanted to know, "Can we skip everything else and head straight for the bedroom? It's been way too long since I got properly railed."

Marlon laughed. "Happy to accomodate you, girl. I see your husband is one of those freaks who likes to have his hot wife taken away from him."

Lana knew that wasn't true. Bertha broke in with, "He's a super-freak. Likes to be called Alexis. Gets off on a king-size rubber sausage up his rear exit."

Alex's wife grinned wickedly. "That's right. He's been begging to have his dinky dork locked up and to see me get my pussy pounded by a big Black cock."

Putting his arm around her back and slipping his hand under her arm so he could cup it over one breast, Marlon said, "Let's make it happen. Give the little fag what he wants."

Bertha told Alex, "You can follow them on all fours, pansy boy. Get an eyeful of how your wife's ass moves and drool over what you're not allowed to have anymore. Your mini-meat won't feel the inside of that honeypot again for a long time. Maybe never."

In the bedroom, Alex had to stand by the bed and play with his own nipples. Touching himself that way got him impossibly heated up. His poor dick strained futilely against its confinement. He whimpered as Lana and Marlon stood there and undressed each other. He got his first look at Marlon's blacksnake and nearly fainted from jealousy. Lana couldn't keep her hands off it. Once they were on the bed, the superior Black man gave her some tender kisses, while his hands roamed freely over her body. She begged him to get on top of her, which he happily did. The end of his battering-ram cock touched her parted labia.

"Please," she pleaded. "Put it in me. I need a real cock to stretch my pussy."

"You going to be my bitch?" he wanted to know. "Yes."

"And show off your body to the pansy-pervert, so he can get all crazy from being locked?"

"Every day and night."

"Then okay," he said, easing his impressive shaft into her already wet entrance.

He buried himself to the root. She sighed with satisfaction. Alex sniffled. Marlon went to work, demonstrating how he had gotten the name of Super Stick. Lana's legs twitched and her toes curled up. She panted loudly. He maintained his self-control through a long session, varying his tempo and angle of penetration to maximize his partner's pleasure. She had multiple orgasms and Alex had multiple mini-breakdowns. After a final shared finale, the lovers lay side-by-side.

Bertha stuck her head into the room. "Damn. You two sound like a couple of teenagers. Now that you're done... at least for the moment... I know what Alexis wants most of all. That sissy is ready for her first taste of cream pie."

Alex didn't understand, but Bertha guided him into position. She manhandled him onto the foot of the bed and pushed his face toward his bride's messy, overflowing, split mound. He gasped.

"No," the hapless husband said. "You can't expect me to use my mouth there. Not now."

Marlon told him, "Get it while it's fresh, girl."

Bertha added, "I know you like to pretend like you don't want to, but we all know the truth, Alexis. Now get busy before I use my hand like a vise on your cojones." She gave his family jewels a sample squeeze to drive home her message.

With a groan, Alex got his face against Lana's oozing slit. He choaked repeatedly as he began lapping up the cream-filling Marlon had pumped her full of. The bed partners hugged and kissed while her twat was given a thorough cleaning. By the end, her spouse even gave her a

climax, though it was much milder than what that Black man's anaconda had provided.

She lay there, breathing hard. "Bertha, this has all been such a revelation. So wonderful. I'm going to need you here several times a week to keep up my wuss husband's training."

The Black BBW said, "Can do. That's me. Service with a smile."

Lana continued, "And Marlon, you were fantastic. I wish I could go another round with you, but I'm exhausted."

"Yeah," he said. "I sure would like to nut again."

Bertha helpfully offered, "That's easy to fix. We've got a sissy in that bed with you, and one thing sissies love is to suck off a long thick Black cock after it's just been used inside a woman. Isn't that right, Alexis?"

Utterly broken by then, Alex could only answer, "Yes, Bertha. It's true."

"Then show your wife what a total sissy-sister you are, and get to work on that jumbo joystick she loves so much."

Lana rolled onto her side, with a pillow propping her up. Marlon put his hands behind his head, as if to emphasize that he expected no resistance from Alex. Before his wife's avidly focused eyes, Alex capped the fat knob of Marlon's tool with his mouth, and sealed his lips behind it. He sucked like his future depended on it, which in a way maybe it did. He ran his tongue up and down its enviable length. Lana grinned loopily, as if the sight was some powerful drug that had gone straight to her brain. In reality, something had gone directly to the pleasure center of her mind. All of this left her highly excited. In addition, she would never be able to see her failure of a husband as a real man again. Instead, she would draw sexual energy from witnessing the continuing ruination of his manhood, and all of that newly gained power would be redirected toward coupling with Marlon, every chance she got.

Alex could barely comprehend what was happening to him. He was sucking on the Black superman's rod, the way a slut would. A sissy slut. He was eliminating the cream that coated it and swallowing every drop. He was demeaning himself in ways that he wouldn't have believed possible, a few short hours ago. Most unthinkable of all, he had gotten hard, as much as he was able, inside his chastity. It made him yearn to be violated by Bertha, wearing that overgrown fake cock again. Or -- and this he could barely accept -- to have the same thing done to him

by Marlon, with his potent member -- while Lana watched and laughed and laughed and laughed.

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