Pool Party Debacle, Part 4
By Madcat
Babes, bikinis, and a whole lot of female domination of the weaker sex.


Sadly, my flirtation with female domination had one final, devastating
chapter. It didn't involve Susan. Our professional relationship following the
pool party improved tremendously. I finally embraced her complete authority.
Not that she eased up or anything. In many ways the boss became more
demanding. But I met and exceeded all of her expectations. I even got her
coffee in the morning.

True to her word, we never again hooked up. All she gave me was an occasional
smile or sideways glance in recognition of our incredible night together. A
few months later, Susan received a well deserved promotion and left town. I
never saw her again.

Needless to say, I never got another chance with pretty little Patty. She
seemed shocked by the day's events and her role in them. The girl distanced
herself from me at work and we never spoke of the matter. With in weeks she
quit her job and accepted a position in another firm. The bizarre pool party
probably played a huge roll in her decision to leave us.

But Julie was a horse of a different color. At first she seemed to ignore my
presence just like always. But as summer wound down and her term at the
company neared an end, the girl decided to pop into my cubicle holding a bunch
of papers.

"Hey, I need a new cost analysis. These numbers are way out of date." She said
in a monotone drawl.

"Of course they are. That report is 3 months old." I shot back while scanning
her voluptuous young body. Julie wore black slacks and a tight white blouse.
Her massive chest looked poised to blow the buttons off her top.

"Well, work me up some new figures. I can't finish my project with this
garbage."

"I get you a new report in the morning. It'll take a couple of hours and its
almost 5 o'clock." I said trying like hell to look her in the eyes. My gaze
kept wandering down to her glorious bosom.

"You'll get me a new report right now. I'm not leaving tonight until this
thing is done."

"I don't really care about your project or how late you want to stay. I'm
leaving a five." I replied. No college kid was going to push me around at
work.

"Why don't we go talk to Susan about it? I'll bet she can make you do things
that you don't want to do." Julie shot back with an evil grin.

This discussion had suddenly taken a huge turn for the worst. We both knew the
significance behind her last statement and my small group of co-workers could
hear every word. To my knowledge, no one at the office had spoke about the
sexual improprieties that had taken place a couple of months ago. Everybody
had too much to lose by such talk. Everybody except this buxom lass.

Julie also made a shrewd move referring the decision to Susan. The domineering
boss loved to exercise her authority and make her male employees work late.
Going to her would probably just earn me a stern rebuke in Julie's presence.
The college kid had out foxed me.

"Alright. I'll stay and get you a new report." I submitted.

"Don't try to skate out early. I'll be watching you." She said as she spun on
her heels and left.

An hour later, the office was dark and quiet. Nobody worked late during the
last days of summer. Nobody except me. My efficiency suffered as my mind
wandered and hunger pains set in. It quickly became clear that my 2 hour
estimate was way too optimistic. I fumed over being forced to work late for
such a ridiculous purpose. This frustration mixed with an unusual sense of
sexual arousal. Julie's heavy handed methodology brought back vivid and
pleasant memories of our wrestling match. Her bikini clad body, voluptuous
figure, and potent power distracted me to no end.

She picked the middle of one of my reveries to poke her mean looking blonde
head in the cube.

"How's it coming? I don't want to be here all night."

"Its not coming. I'm tired and hungry. This thing just ain't going to get done
tonight. I'm going home." I blurted out the truth. Just to reinforce my point,
I stood up and started to pack my stuff. Julie stepped up and invaded my
personal space in a very threatening manner.

"You are not going anywhere until I say so." She said in a blatant attempt to
take control.

A voice in the back of my head told me to obey the blonde storm trooper. I
recalled Susan's dire warning about Julie. But then again, if the girl really
wanted a chance to complete her conquest, it really would not matter what I
did. So I decided to show some spine and stand up to this college coed.

"Sorry about your luck but I'm leaving. See you in the morning." I said trying
to step past the big blonde.

She responded by demonstrating her superior female strength. The girl grabbed
my tie and flung me around into the filing cabinets. Obviously, the balance of
power had changed over the last couple of months. The only thing keeping me
from crying out in pain was the tie crushing my windpipe. She stuck her face
into mine as I gasped for air.

"I'll give you one last chance to be a good boy and do what you are told."
Julie said, her lips scant inches from mine.

With my oxygen supply dwindling rapidly, I took desperate action. My martial
arts training of yester year helped out. I flung both my arms over hers to
break the female's hold on my tie. It didn't work as advertised but the move
did force the girl to twist to her left. This opened up a shot at the back of
her knees with my foot that sent the blonde storm trooper tumbling backwards.
She let go of my tie as she fell.

"Don't make me hurt you, girl." I exclaimed as I hastily removed my
suffocating tie.

Julie took advantage of my distraction to stand back up. She kicked off her
high heels and said, "I'm going to make you pay dearly for that, big boy."

Her white blouse now hung untucked and disheveled. But Julie seemed
unconcerned by my initial success and macho posturing. She lowered her head
and charged. I tried to knock her down but the girl came on too hard and too
fast. The female storm trooper actually lifted my large body up into the air
and drove me across the hall. She must have been pretty pissed off.

We collided the wall of the cubicle across from mine. Not designed for such an
impact and unsupported on one side, the panel folded back. We rolled off to
one side and landed in the doorway of the small cubicle. In a stroke of luck
reminiscent of our first match, I landed on top of the big chested female
warrior. It looked like I would triumph over this evil girl once again.

The buttons on her blouse had finally yielded to the immense tension. Her
wonderful globes, encased in a lacing white bra, were now on full display.
Without thinking I reached down and squeezed their pillowy softness.

"You have a great pair of boobs." I confessed as my hands continued their
exploration.

"Get your hands off me, perv." Julie commanded. She slapped me hard across the
face to make her point.

The blow almost knocked me over but the cube wall saved the day. Julie took
advantage and turned. Slowly, she started to stand. For some I thought I still
controlled this wild hellion. In a seemingly brilliant move I let her up and
wrapped the tail of her blouse over the girl's head. Then I put my blinded,
disabled opponent in a full nelson and pushed her out into the hall.

I no longer wanted to leave for the night. This beautiful girl was mine. She
had unwitting provided me an opportunity to regain my shattered manhood.

"Give it up. I got you." I whispered in her ear, confident that my hold was
unbreakable.

Julie took a few seconds to get her mangle blouse out of her face. Then I felt
her awesome body tense. The next thing I knew, she flipped me over her head.
The girl broke my unbreakable hold.

Even worse, I impacted the ground with bone jarring force. It took a few
seconds for me to figure out which planet I was on. Julie could have easily
pinned me during this time but, instead, she removed her ruined top and
waited.

"Get up tough guy." The buxom blonde ordered. She prodded my head with her
foot.

Still stunned, I struggled to stand. Julie wasted no time in assaulting once I
got to my feet. She grabbed shirt and ripped it open in a violent spray of
buttons. Then the topless wench flipped the shirt over my head just as I had
done to her moments ago. It all happened so fast that I failed to mount any
meaningful resistance.

Sadly, the girl didn't stop with my shirt. As I flopped around with my face
covered, she undid my belt. I grabbed her wrist in a vain attempt to stop her
progress. But her hands kept working and seconds later my pants and boxers
were around my ankles. Julie pushed me for good measure and I fell
unceremoniously on my butt.

The female storm trooper stood over me and admired her handiwork. In two short
minutes she had totally reversed the battle. Julie had stripped me naked,
something I had prevented in out last combat. The only difference time was
that Susan was not around to save me. I began to get afraid, very afraid.

In a shameful display of male weakness, I panicked. I kicked off my pants and
ran buck naked thru the office. It didn't matter that someone might see me or
that there was nowhere to run to. My car keys were in my pants that I
discarded moments ago. All I wanted to put as much distance between myself and
the blonde huntress that I knew would give chase.

My nimble body quickly did just that. Julie's stout little legs just could not
keep the pace. Not much distance but enough to gain a few critical steps. A
plan evolved quickly in my panicked head. If I could work my way back thru the
cube maze to my office, then I could grab my pants and head for the nearest
exit. It seemed like it could work.

Then I agilely turned the next corner in the maze of cubicles and stopped in
my tracks. My greatest fear had been realized. I had been seen running around
the office nude. The cleaning lady stood before me with a w-t-f look on her
cute face.

We knew each other since I often worked late. Her name was Doris. The quiet,
middle aged black woman had cleaned the office for some years but I'm quite
sure my office streaking was a first.

"What the ... ." She mouthed.

I froze for a seconding searching for some reasonable explanation for my
actions. Julie ended my dilemma by tackling me from behind. My body pitched
forward with the buxom lass totally in control.

"Don't mind us. I'm just giving this lazy pig a lesson in girl power.
Sometimes you have to remind them who's in charge." Julie told Doris. It
seemed like a reasonable explanation of things.

"This I have to see." Doris responded.

Sadly, I failed to give her much of a show as Julie demonstrated just what
girl power could do. Within seconds she had me flipped over and pinned. My
female foe used her awesome chest to keep me down and cradled my head against
her breasts. Some how she managed to grapevine my legs too. I thrashed about
trying to escape but all it accomplished was to further highlight the girl's
superiority. My resistance faded as I struggled for breath under her crushing
pressure.

"Dang girl, you really got'em." Doris commented.

"Ya, he's big but not very strong. You ready to give up yet?" she asked me. It
was either give up or pass out.

"Yeth." I muttered into Julie's dominating breasts.

Julie sat up and took a more convention pin position. While I welcomed the
additional oxygen, the view from the bottom failed to cheer me up. Both Julie
and Doris smiled broadly at my humiliating demise. And the blonde's enormous
melons taunted me. So close and yet unreachable with my arms pinned by my
ears. I felt very exposed as Doris circle around for a better view. My tool
stiffened under the black woman's gaze.

"So who's the boss here?" Julie asked.

"You are." I responded weakly, hoping against hope that this would just end.

"And what are you going to do tonight?"

"Your report."

The buxom lass hesitated the asked, " And who is the weaker sex?"

"Men." I replied with a humbled laugh.

"You want to see something fun?" Julie asked Doris.

"Sure." The pretty black lady responded.

My female foe got up and used my hair to yank me to my feet. Then she led me
back to my office.

"Put your hands against the wall." The storm trooper commanded and I obeyed. I
knew what was coming but thought that further resistance would just make it
worse.

Julie took her time putting the white blouse back on and drawing out my belt.
She seemed to be relishing this moment.

"This is going to hurt you a lot more than it hurts me." The nasty girl
laughed as she used the belt to caress my bare posterior regions.

Then it came, a searing pain across my naked skin. I suppressed a yelp but it
hurt terribly. The hand spanking I got from Susan just could not compare to
this. The pain did manage to wash away any arousal I felt.

The girl took her time applying the lashes. She commented to Doris on her
technique and results. Finally, after a half dozen strokes, Julie offered the
black woman a crack at the fun but the cleaning lady wisely refused. This,
perhaps, convinced Julie that she had taken things a step too far. The nasty
girl gave me one last taste of the lash and then dropped the belt. Then she
grabbed my arm, spun me around, and pinned me to the wall. Tears had welled up
in my eyes but otherwise I refused to cry or scream during the whipping.

"I'm going home now. Stay here until you finish your work. If that report is
not on my desk at 8 AM in the morning, then we will do this all over again."

With that the storm trooper turned, grabbed her purse and left the building. I
never saw her again. For a minute I just leaned back against the wall, glad
that the ordeal had ended. Then I remembered Doris. She stood there quietly
watching me.

"Are you OK?" she asked with a smile.

I nodded and for some damn reason started to stiffen again. Doris wore a tight
pair of jeans and an even tighter pink tee shirt that showed off her large
breasts. In some ways she looked like an African version of Julie. Her face
lacked the blonde's harshness and cruel smile. I had allows found the cleaning
lady attractive but never reacted like this. Getting some clothing back on
seemed like a priority but Doris stepped in front of me.

"Let me see the damage. Really, I had no idea that girl would do something
like this." She said while turning me around.

Her left hand touched my rosy red rear and I winced. Doris continued her
examination while her right hand dangled aimlessly against my rapidly
expanding manhood.

"We better go put some ointment on this. Lets go to the canteen. There is a
first aid box there." She said, taking my hand and leading me away. The
cleaning lady had taken charge.

By the time we got to the canteen 30 seconds later, I had giant flagpole
between my legs. But Doris pretended not to notice. She got the cream out of
the first aid kit and told me to bend over the table. Her touch felt cool and
soothing as she worked the ointment deep into my red skin. After about five
minutes of rub down, she stopped and turned me around.

"How did that feel?" the woman asked. She pressed her body against my
throbbing shaft and held me tight.

"Wonderful." I replied staring down into her big brown eyes.

"Have you ever made love to a black woman before?"

"No."

"Well this is a good time as any." Doris said while lowering my naked body to
the ground. I stared up at her voluptuous bronzed body as she disrobed
quickly. The woman wasted no time taking me there on the floor of the canteen.
She rode me hard and pinned my arms above my head just as blonde storm trooper
had done scant minutes before. The girl's big floppy breasts teased me just as
Julie's did.

At first I thought I was letting her do this to me. But she changed my mind as
I pitted my arm strength against hers. I wanted to reach up and squeeze those
glorious globes but could not budge my hands. The girl smiled knowingly down
on me as she kept me in my place for a while longer. I could not help but
wonder how I would do in a wrestling match against this ebony goddess.

Then, without warning, she placed my hands on her pillowy breasts. Soon after
we both rode a tidal wave of pleasure. The cleaning lady got up quickly as did
I.

She kissed me and said, "I think we both have a lot of work to do."

I retreated back to my cube and got changed. My butt hurt more than ever as I
tried to work on the report. Doris definitely had done more harm than good.
After about fifteen minutes, I invented some bogus numbers and threw them on
the blonde's desk. I kissed the cleaning lady good bye and went home wondering
if the two of us had any future together.

Naturally, I called in sick the next day. No way I could sit thru a whole day.
Thoughts of wrestling Doris continued to beset me. The next time I saw her, I
got the chance to indulge this fantasy. But that is another story ... .