Alexandra The Great An Office FemDom Short
By JD Kindle
Copyright 2011 JD Kindle
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Alexandra was the only female bodybuilder I'd ever been around.
The women in our office were all startled by her looks. The other men were all intimidated. I, alone, adored her.
Alexandra had a look of triumph in her eyes. It was the kind of look a woman gets when she knows with unequivocal certainty she can take any man in the room and physically beat his ass up one side of the street and down the other.
Loud mouth macho types became quiet when she was around. Alexandra would slowly hang a cool appraising stare on them that would linger in their bones and leave a deep smoldering fear lurking inside. They would turn their eyes to the floor and pause for a respectful measure of time before slinking away in deferential silence. You didn't hear a peep out of them anywhere near Alexandra.
I loved seeing that. It was just so tasty. I could barely keep my pants dry.
Alexandra was there less than a week when I asked her out. She said yes. That surprised the heck out of everyone. They were partly surprised because she said yes and partly because I asked her out in the first place.
I had been turned down for dates so many times by the girls at work that I became a running joke. Eventually I gave up trying. In fact, if it weren't for my best friend, Sandy, I’m certain I would have been shunned and ostracized. Sandy was popular. People liked her and I was her friend so they cut me some slack.
"Where did you ever get the balls to ask her out?" Sandy asked. "She’s an Amazon. That muscle bound woman is liable to 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 couldn't blame her.
If Alexandra and I hit it off my status at work might climb past Sandy's. Not that I'd snub her or anything. I liked Sandy a lot. But it was hard for Sandy to understand how a Dweeb like me could pull it off.
Alexandra was the classic case of a woman so powerful she was nearly untouchable. No one dared approach her. It was easier for guys to make comments about her being 'jacked on steroids' or stupid stuff like that. They didn't have to risk taking a chance on getting rejected.
In my case I had nothing to lose. Why not take a shot?
My other female coworkers worried about appearing to be 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 a master painter 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. Alexandra completely froze me out. 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 must have fucked things up in a big way."
"We had a good time,” I told her. “After the movie we stopped and got an ice cream and walked around."
"You probably got yourself a Tutti Frutti, didn't you? Some sort sissy flavor like that and it pissed her off," Sandy frowned. "A guy did that with me once. I made him walk five steps behind me till he finished his cone. After that I made him drive me home. I was finished with him."
"I didn't have a cone,” I told her. “I was busy carrying her sandals. She kicked them off and walked barefoot. Alexandra made me carry one in each hand so I wouldn't drop them."
"You are such a wuss," Sandy said.
"I didn't mind. She shared. Alexandra held her cone for me and told me do different kinds of licks on it."
"What kind of licks?" Sandy asked.
"She'd lick the cone then she’d order me to imitate what she just did. After a few practice licks she put her hand on the back of my head, almost like she was palming a basketball, and taught me some signals."
"What signals?" Sandy asked.
"If she squeezed my head like a melon it meant for me to hold my tongue still,” I said. “Certain different areas of pressure meant for me to lick to the left, right, up or down--like she was working a game controller or something. It was easy. I thought she was having fun playing around."
"She was having fun all right,” Sandy said. “She was preparing to turn you into her personal oral-sex slut, you simple-minded tool. Did she tie you up first or just sit on your face?"
"Be nice."
"Oh, I'll be nice,” Sandy said. “The question is: Was she being nice?"
"Definitely,” I said, somewhat defensively. “She only slapped me once when I tossed her sandals down. I deserved it. Alexandra very specifically told me to be careful with her expensive shoes and I went and threw them down. I deserved to be whipped with a leather strap on my bare ass for that. Or at least I should have been spanked with one of her sandals. All she did was open-hand slap me."
"Bitch-Slapped," Sandy corrected me. "Why did you throw her shoes down? Were you upset about something? I'd slap the freckles off your face 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 Alexandra was teaching me. I needed discipline. I deserved to get slapped. Like you said any woman would have kicked my ass-- I'm real lucky---one good punch from Alexandra and I'd have been out cold. Maybe that's why she's ignoring me. I'm so stupid."
"Okay. Okay. Okay,” Sandy said, impatiently. “Of course you're a stupid ass. You're a guy, for Gosh Sakes. You're all a bunch of assholes. The whole lot of you are worthless scum. 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,” I said. “She took me there for some privacy. We were still practically in the street but hid in a shadow."
"And...?" Sandy prompted.
"She made me lick her,” I said. “I mean I wanted to... but she didn't ask. She forced me onto my knees. I was in a state of shock. I actually resisted out of surprise. She put her hand on my shoulder and drove me down hard. That's when I lost my balance and dropped the shoes.
"After she slapped me around a few times and she called me a few choice names she leaned against the building and hiked her skirt up and put my face between her legs and made me eat her out."
"No way!?!"
"Yes,” I said. “She had me lick her pussy using the signals she taught me. It was fun. I thought we had a nice time."
"Did you get her off?"
"She got off all right,” I said. “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 yet so darn soft at the same time. You guys here at the office say she's bulky but she's not. She's solid but not solid like a block.
"She's layers and layers of muscle and when she moves, even a tiny bit, all those layers of muscle move in different directions and your ears get a massage from just touching them. I felt so safe and warm there inside her thighs. I shot my load the same as she did. She exploded in my face. At first I thought someone dropped a water balloon off the roof directly on my head. I was instantly soaked; soaked in the warm delicious juices of her tender wet cum. Drenched in the luscious scent of her pussy’s divine fragrance. So moist and creamy I nearly came twice."
"Bullshit,” that's what Sandy said but I could tell she believed me.
"Alexandra came so hard it ran down way past her thighs. Cum was running so far 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?" Sandy asked.
"What do you think?" I countered.
"Don't get smart,” Sandy scolded. “Tell me how you licked her cum off her ass cheeks until they were sparkling clean. I want to hear you say it nice and slow. Say it right or I'll make you lick my ass, Wuss."
"Her cheeks were nothing,” I said. “I lapped that up like Lassie licks dog food. The thing is, Alexandra thought she felt some wet stuff in her ass crack. I didn't see how but I didn't argue. She said she felt some wetness right up into the very recesses of her inner ass crack. Right up into the crinkly circle of her tight pink asshole."
"What did you do?" Sandy asked.
"What do you think I did?" I sassed.
"Motherfucker!" Sandy ran up and grabbed me by the shirt with one hand and slapped the crap out of me with the other. "Wanna play games, Bitch? Huh? You think you can tease me and get away with it, Punk? To Hell with a whole bunch of TALK. Lick my ass the way you did hers. Show me what you did to that bubble-ass freak's bubble-gum colored asshole. Give me the royal treatment or I will waste your puny ass. Right now, Bitch."
"Yes, Ma'am."
I dropped to my knees and gave my good buddy Sandy a rim job she'd never forget. I worked 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 throttle me if I ever told what happened between us.
When I finished reaming Sandy’s ass with my tongue it would be broadcast coast to coast.
My business would be out on the office floor before the door swung shut behind her skinny butt. I figured she deserved a good rimjob for that.
I'm 100% normal. I don't like getting beat up any more than anyone else. But I needed to get Alexandra's attention. And I really did deserve to get disciplined. I disobeyed her orders 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 wring my neck 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?
END OF ALEXANDRA--