Pool Party Debacle, Part 3 By Madcat Babes, bikinis, and a whole lot of female domination of the weaker sex. "Hey there. I was starting to worry about you." The boss shouted to me from the living room. She had changed into khaki shorts and a white tee shirt. "I'm OK but I think I should be going." I replied, very conscious of the huge bulge in my speedos. It just did not seem right to be aroused in front of my boss. The front door and freedom beckoned from just a few feet from my left. But my much needed car keys and clothes lay in the other direction by the pool. "Come over here for a minute. Don't worry. Julie and Patty have left." She called me over to the couch where she was sitting. Susan patted the cushion and I reluctantly sat down next to her. Perhaps a little closer than I would have liked. With her fully clothed and my manhood again threatening to rip thru my skimpy little blue bathing suit, I felt naked and vulnerable around this domineering woman. "You took things pretty well this afternoon. We were a little rough on you. It probably was a shock losing like that to two girls." Susan said. The boss brazenly put her hand on my inner thigh. My head began to spin and I had trouble forming coherent speech. "I beat- beat Julie," was the best I could come up with. This narrow victory over the buxom blonde represented my only lifeline to the old world order of male supremacy. Susan chuckled. "We all know who would have won that battle had I not intervened. The fat slut would have overpowered you eventually. She had you totally outclassed. I bet she would have stripped you naked in front of all of us. Who knows what would have happened after that but it would not have been pretty. You should be thanking me." She said as her hand inched slowly up my leg. "Thanks." I moaned softly. "Be careful at work. Julie may be wanting to complete her conquest and I might not be around to stop her. I don't think she likes you very much." I could no longer respond as her fingers touched me for the first time. My body quivered with delight and anticipation. God, I needed it in the worst way. But Susan just continued to play her little game of seduction. "You did a great job with Patty. I think she really needed a man. And I never saw a girl sit on a guy's face like that. It was cute." Susan chuckled as her wonderful fingers worked their way slowly up my shaft. We both knew the game was pretty much over now so she went for a checkmate. "But Patty forgot to do one thing, didn't she. That wasn't very nice of her. Let me be the bigger woman and help you out." The boss said as she removed it from my speedos and started to pump. At the same time the woman leaned over and kissed my waiting lips. Her tongue pushed mine aside as it invaded my mouth. It only took about 10 seconds before I exploded all over the place. "Wow, you are a quick shot." She joked. "You have great hands." I replied, finally finding my voice. "Hey, why don't you stay for dinner?" Susan asked. BAD IDEA, my brain screamed. I suddenly remembered that the boss had a husband who could be coming home from work at any minute. Being a divorced man with first hand experience with a cheating spouse, I never messed with married women. "Well, er, what about your husband?" "He'll be at the restaurant until midnight. You are a mess. Why don't you go get a quick shower and I'll start dinner. I won't take no for an answer." The boss never took "no" for answer. She led me upstairs to the master bath, removed my soiled speedos and pushed me in the stall. I was staying for dinner. The water felt great and revived my aching muscles and bruised flesh. It took some time to wash away all of the strange fluids that covered my different body parts. I began to get hungry and feel more relaxed. Maybe dinner wouldn't be so bad, I mused. That's when the boss stormed back into the bathroom. She quickly disrobed and jumped in the shower with me. "Pizzas in the oven." She said. I was too busy gaping at her proud, vibrant body to respond. For some reason, it never struck me that I would be seeing this female authority figure in the nude. But there she was, just inches away. Susan would never be a bikini model. She had broad shoulders, a flat chest and lumpy thighs. Her lean body looked almost sinewy. Yet the girl's powerful brand of femininity took my breath away. "Haven't you ever seen a naked girl before? Here, take this and wash my back." Susan said before handing me the soap and turning around. She lifted up her hair and exposed a surprisingly slender neck. But the rest of her back rippled with female muscle. I ran the soap over her firm skin again and again. Lust and passion built in me as I inched ever closer. Soon my hands found their way to front of her chest and Susan guided them to her small but firm breasts. I kissed her strong shoulders and sexy neck. She moaned in response and we stayed locked in this embrace. But Susan wanted more. She slowly pried my hands from her bosom and turned around. Then the boss gently forced me to my knees. Before long she had my face buried between her legs and my tongue exploring her most intimate regions. Susan squealed with pleasure and quickly climaxed. Her unbridled passion and wanton lust confused me. She certainly did not show any hint of this behavior at the office. The girl grabbed me under the arms and hoisted me up. We kissed passionately. Her hand quickly found my throbbing shaft. "You want me, don't you." The brazen hussy asked. "Oh god, yes." Susan led me out of the shower and over to the bed. Still dripping wet, she made mad, passionate love to her male employee. She took the top spot, of course, but who was I to complain. Half way thru her second round, the boss suddenly stopped. "Oh my god, the pizza." She exclaimed. "Stay right there." The girl jumped off me and headed down stairs. I just lay there, dizzy with pleasure. In all my 38 years, I had never experienced anything like it. This could be love, I thought naively. Susan was about to prove me utterly wrong. For her it was all about power and control. She came back in wearing her shorts and tee shirt. Obviously, the passionate sex was on hiatus. "The pizzas done. A little burnt but done. Lets go eat." Susan ordered. A little disappointed at being left high and dry for the second time in one day by two different women, I said, "But I haven't any thing to wear." My clothes were still sitting by the pool and the speedos needed some detergent in a big way. So the boss walked over to some drawers and yanked out a pair of men's bikini under wear. "Here, wear this." She said handing me the briefs. But I refused. "I'm not wearing another guy's underwear." I said indignantly. Perhaps I could still woo her back into bed. Poor Susan was getting mad. I had driven her over the edge once today already and somehow managed to do it again. "OK then, you can wear some of mine." She said sternly, handing me a pair of plain white panties. "No way." I replied foolishly. Accepting the panties would have been the smarter, safer course of action. "What did you say?" the boss said in a threatening tone. I knew right away that I had made a horrible mistake. Our intimate encounter had made me careless. But backing down now was just not possible. I stood up trying to prove equal to her. "I'm not going to wear women's panties either." "Maybe you need a lesson in taking orders." She shouted and then pushed me hard with both hands. Surprised by the speed and suddenness of the attack, I flew backwards on to the bed. Susan jumped on me and I barely had time to roll over. Round 2 of our wrestling match had begun. Sadly, it ended before I had much of a chance to fight back. I slid forward to get the female foe off my back and she pushed me of the bed. Landing on my hands and knees, I tried to stand but never made it. The boss seized my left arm and twisted it painfully behind my back. Her right hand grabbed my hair and kept me facedown on my knees. My futile resistance just increased the pain in my arm to alarming proportions. She must have enjoyed keeping a big, strong, and naked man helpless at her feet. Susan continued her torture for at least 5 long minutes. I cried out in pain and begged her to stop. She responded with ominous silence and agonizing punishment. Finally, as it became clear that I could take no more, the girl released me. My pliant body flopped forward. "Give up or do you want some more?" she enquired. I could not help but admire her carefully crafted domination. Susan had released me and I could, if I had the courage, continue the fight. But the girl knew that she had totally broken my spirit and strength. The only real was option was complete and voluntary submission to her authority. I gazed up at her beautiful brown eyes looking for mercy. "Well, what's it gonna be? I'm not a patient girl." The boss said, stepping up and placing her foot on my bare butt. Just like the fight with Julie, I saw an opening. Susan stood easily within my grasp. A lightning tackle could bring her down and perhaps I could come out of this on top. But the female's merciless glare quickly changed my mind. I had no chance against this powerful athlete and no stomach for further mixed combat. "I surrender. You win. I'll do whatever you ask." I submitted, lying naked at her feet. "Good. Prove it to me." She said. Susan sat on the bed and put her legs together. "Get your ass across my lap." Much to my surprise, I obeyed her instantly and took my position for the spanking. It almost seemed like I wanted and deserved it. Even more surprising, my manhood started to stiffen upon contact with her hard thighs. "I don't want to do this but you forced me." The boss lectured. "You have to learn to show respect and follow orders." With that, she cracked me across the butt. It hurt some but also sent a jolt of pleasure thru my trembling body. Susan made it worse by taking her time and lecturing about work, ethics and attitude. Each swat brought new and enjoyable sensations. My new found submissive side took over completely. The boss had to feel the physical manifestation of my arousal against her naked thigh. But she said nothing and continued the corporal punishment. By the tenth whack, I was battling an approaching climax. Such things should not happen to a man my age. Plus, submitting to this building passion seemed like an acceptance of inferior male status. I lost the battle after the very unlucky thirteenth swat. My body convulsed as the earth shook in long, unending waves. "Oh my gosh!" Susan said after realizing what had happened. She pushed me off her lap and stormed into the bathroom. I lay on the floor, confused and disorientated. The boss returned moments later carrying a rag. Her gorgeous thigh bore no trace of my previous indiscretion. "Stand up." She ordered and I complied. "I'm highly disappointed in you. The spanking was intended to be a punishment but instead you enjoyed it. What's come over you?" Susan asked while she meticulously wiped me down. "I don't know." I answered honestly. The boss just shook her head and walked over to the panties on the dresser. "Put these on." She commanded and threw them over. I snatched the panties out of their air and immediately slipped them on. The light cotton fabric barely contained all of my equipment and left a lot hanging out in back. But it all felt very sexy. Susan walked over nodding her head as if in agreement. "You look so cute in those. I think we need to accessorize." She dove back into her dresser and came back with a shear white negligee. "Here put this on." Susan had to help me get into the unfamiliar garment. It barely fit over my bulky torso. My hairy chest looked foolish in the very feminine attire. Some how, after every thing I had been thru, the boss managed to humiliate me again. "Yum, yum, you look so sexy." She said laughing at her own joke. "Lets go eat." As we walked down stairs, I became acutely aware that the ill-fitting negligee failed to cover up my panties. Wild paranoia over being seen in this ridiculous outfit dominated my thoughts as I sat down at the dinner table. Perhaps someone would look in the back windows or Susan's old man would come home early. I did my best not to think about. The gracious hostess served pizza and beer with a beaming smile. My bizarre predicament obviously made her night. She eagerly wolfed down slices of pizza and a couple beers giving me a chance to reflect on the day's events. Julie taught me that women were physically stronger than men. Pretty little Patty showed me superior female will power. But Susan had somehow combined it all into to one beautiful package. She totally shattered my long held belief in male supremacy and forced me to embrace a new vision of female domination and control. Slowly, I began to enjoy my first meal wearing panties and negligee. Not the food, the pizza was cold and stale. Even the beer tasted bland. But my company looked radiant as I finally accepted my new role. Passion started to stir in my loins once again. The sexy feel of the panties caused a cascading reaction and soon I boasted a raging erection. Susan finished off her last beer with a belch. She had not spoken during the entire meal. "Clear off the table." The girl commanded and I now gladly obeyed. Her eyes about popped out of their sockets as I pranced past Susan and up to the sink. No longer embarrassed by my arousal nor humiliated by the panties, her reaction gave me great satisfaction. I placed the dishes in the sink and turned around only to face my domineering boss. She had followed me to the counter. "What the hell is that? Don't tell me you like wearing panties too." The girl exclaimed, pointing between my legs. "Not really." I said, thinking clearly for the first time since seeing delicious little Patty beside the pool. "I have learned a lot today. You are my superior and rightly so. You are strong, smart and a born leader. And I must add, enchantingly beautiful." Susan's expression softened. "Well, since you put it that way ... ." She pushed me and we fell back against the counter top. Our lips met and her hands explored my muscular body. Obviously, I wasn't the only one turned on by her bizarre methods of discipline and control. Soon she had the negligee over my head and the panties around my ankles. Her tongue worked its way down my chest to my stiff manhood. Susan then demonstrated her very impressive oral abilities. This strange day was ending on a very positive note. And it somehow got better. After a few wonderful minutes of stimulation, the boss stood up and removed her shorts and panties in one swoop. Then she turned around and bent over the island counter top. "Give it to me, big guy." The girl purred. I was already on it. Susan felt warm and tight as she enveloped my throbbing tool. Much to my surprise, I adopted a slow and purposeful rhythm designed to maximize her pleasure. Susan had trained me well. Only after she had climaxed did I increase the tempo. The girl stayed with me the whole way and we crossed the last finish line at the same time. "Oh my god, you were incredible." She said after she caught her breath. "You weren't so bad yourself." I replied. We both knew it didn't get any better than that. "Its over you know. We can't ever do this again. I'm married and you work for me. It wouldn't be right." "I know." Susan reached down and grabbed the white panties. "Keep these as a reminder of this wonderful night." The girl said as she helped me into them. Ten minutes later I was in my car and driving home. The girls had taught me some valuable lessons about life that day. Things that I would never forget.