Alexandra

 
Alexandra:
Femdom Stories
2008-02-17
Alexandra was the first female bodybuilder I'd ever been around.

The women in our office were startled by her looks. The men were intimidated. I adored her.

Alexandra had a look of triumph in her eyes. The kind of look a woman gets when she knows with dead-nuts certainty she can take any man in the room and kick his ass up and down the block.

Loud mouth macho types got real quiet when she came around. They got a cool appraising stare that'd linger in their bones and leave a smoldering fear inside. They'd turn their eyes to the floor and slink away with tails between their legs. You didn't hear a peep out of them anywhere near Alexandra.

It was just so tasty. I could barely keep my pants dry.

She was there less than a week when I asked her out. She said yes. Which surprised the hell out of everybody. Partly because she said yes and partly because I asked her out in the first place.

I got shot down so many times by the girls at work it was a joke. I gave up trying. In fact, if it weren't for my best bud, Sandy, I'd 've been shunned. People liked her so they cut me some slack.

"Where the hell did you ever get the balls to ask her out?" Sandy asked. "That Amazon. That muscle bound she-thing is gonna mess you up."

"It's a date not a wrestling match. I'll be fine." I said. I liked the tone of jealousy in Sandy's voice. You can't blame her.

If me and Alexandra hit it off my status would climb past Sandy's. Not that I'd snub her or anything. It was hard for Sandy to understand how a Dweeb like me could pull it off.

It was the classic case of 'Powerful Woman Syndrome'. No one dared approach her. It was easier for guys to make cracks about her being 'jacked on roids' or some other stupid stuff. They didn't have to take a chance on getting shot down.

Me..? I had nothing to lose. Why not take a shot?

Other chicks worried about being hip or cool or whatever. Going out with a guy like me was definitely not cool. Alexandra didn't care. She was so far beyond cool it didn't matter what others thought.

Her trying to be cool was like Rembrant trying his hand at graffiti art.

I took her to a movie and I thought we had a great time but the next day at work she wouldn't talk to me. She wasn't mad she just didn't acknowledge me in any way. I was bummed.

I told Sandy about it.

"Did you puke on her or something?" she asked. "I've given guys the cold shoulder but this is the deep freeze. You musta fucked up something fierce."

"We had a good time. After the movie we stopped and got an ice cream and walked around."

"You got a Tutti Frutti didn't ya? Some sissy flavored shit like that? Pissed her off?" Sandy frowned. "Guy did that with me once. I made walk five steps behind me till he finished the cone. After that he drove me home. I was finished with him."

"I didn't have a cone. I was busy carrying her sandals. She kicked them off and walked barefoot. She made me carry one in each hand so I wouldn't drop them."

"What a wuss."

"I didn't mind. She shared. She held her cone for me and had me do different licks on it."

"Licks? What kind of licks?"

"She'd lick the cone then have me imitate what she just did. After a few licks she put her hand around the back of my head and taught me some signals."

"Signals...?"

"Yeah. If she squeezed it meant hold my tongue still. A certain finger pressure meant left, right, up, down. It was easy. I thought she was having fun playing around."

"She was having fun all right. She was prepping your silly ass you simple-minded slut. Did she tie you up first or just sit on your face?"

"Be nice."

"Oh, I'll be nice. The question is: Was she being nice?"

"Yeah. She only slapped me once when I tossed her sandals down. I deserved it. She told me to be careful with her shoes and I went and threw them down. I deserved to have my bare-ass whipped with a leather strap. Or she coulda took one of her sandals and used that. All she did was open-hand slap me."

"Bitch-Slapped," Sandy corrected me. "Why'd you throw her shoes down? Were you pissed? I'd kick your ass too if you threw my Manolos around like that. Damn."

"I didn't exactly 'throw' them but you're right, I'm an ass, I don't know how to treat nice things. That's what she was teaching me. I needed to be slapped. Like you said she should have kicked my ass-- I'm real lucky---one good punch and I'd be out cold. Maybe that's why she's ignoring me. I'm so stupid."

"Okay. Okay. Okay. Of course you're a stupid ass. You're a guy, for Gosh Sakes. You're all a bunch of assholes. Of course you don't know how to treat nice things. No guy does. Cut to the chase. Where were you when you did whatever you did with her shoes?"

"In an alley. She took me there for privacy. Kind of. We were still practically in the street but hid in a shadow."

"And...?"

"She made me lick her. I mean I wanted to... but she didn't ask. She forced me to my knees. I was in a state of shock. I actually resisted. She put her hand on my shoulder and drove me down hard. That's when I kinda lost my balance and dropped the shoes.

"After she slapped me around a few times and called me a few names she leaned against the building and hiked her skirt and put my face between her legs and made me eat her out."

"No shit!?!"

"Yeah. She had me do the licks she taught me. It was fun. I thought we had a nice time."

"Did you get her off?"

"She got off all right. She held my head between her thighs and I could feel the ripple of her muscles on my ears. It was like going down on a statue that breathes. I never felt anything so rock hard and soft at the same time and you guys say she's bulky but she's not. She's not, like, solid like a block.

"She's layers and layers of muscle and when she moves those muscles, even a tiny bit, those layers all move in different directions and your ears get a massage from just touching them. It's so warm and safe there inside her thighs. I shot my load same as she did. She exploded in my face. I thought someone dropped a water balloon off the roof. I was soaked instantly. Soaked in her warm wet cum with her powerful stink on it. I nearly came twice."

"Bullshit." That's what Sandy said but I could tell she believed me.

"She had so much cum running down her legs I had to lick her from her ankles on up to get her clean. She had it hanging off her ass cheeks too."

"Did you lick her ass?"

"What do you think?"

"Don't get smart. Tell me how you licked her cheeks till they were sparkling clean. I want to hear you say it. Say it right or I'll make you lick my ass, Wuss."

"Her cheeks were nothing. I lapped that up like Lassie does Alpo. The thing is, Alexandra thought she felt some in her ass crack. I didn't see how but I didn't argue. She said she felt some wetness right up in her inner ass crack. Right around her asshole."

"What'd you do?"

"What do you think I did?"

"Motherfuck!" Sandy ran up on me and grabbed me by the shirt with one hand and slapped the shit out of me with the other. "Wanna play games, Bitch? Huh? Think you can tease me and get away with it, Punk? Fuck a whole bunch of TALK. Lick my ass the way you did hers. Show me exactly what you did with that big-ass freak's butthole. Give me the royal treatment or I'll waste your ass. Now, Bitch."

"Yes, Ma'am."

I dropped to my knees and gave my bud Sandy a rim job she'd never forget. I had my tongue so far up her skinny ass I could taste her mouthwash. She got the gist of what I did for Alexandra.

It was fun doing my pal, Sandy, and I hope she got a charge out of it but the main reason for getting her all worked up and going down on her ass was to cross Alexandra. Alexandra said she'd beat my ass if I ever told what happened between us.

When I got done with Sandy it'd be broadcast coast to coast.

My business would be out on the floor before the door swung shut behind her skinny ass. I figured she deserved a trip around the world for that.

I'm 100% normal. I don't like getting beat up. But I needed to get Alexandra's attention. And I really did deserve to get disciplined. I disobeyed her wishes by running my mouth like that. A proper ass-whipping was in order.

But don't think she was using me. I had control. I would force her to pay attention to me. Alexandra might slap me silly or piss in my face but she couldn't ignore me. That's for sure. I felt bad about playing her like that but I can't help it.

I'm a player, what can I say?



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