SMART ASS
By ZuluWarLord
All Rights Reserved by Author
What’s up, I am Alexandria. I grew up as a roughneck tomboy, with three older brothers and just about all of my cousins were boys too. My mom was a good woman. She worked hard to keep all of her kids out of trouble. However, in her quest to provide for her children, I slipped through the cracks of femininity. I mean, I knew about puberty, periods and the differences between boys and girls; and what happens with them if not careful. And the greatest of all secrets, with this pussy I can get just about anything I want.
So, when I became a young woman, these are the qualities that I had. I would go to school and work and the men would just stop and watch. I must admit, I liked the attention. I also deserved the attention; shit if I was a man I would want to fuck me. I work hard to keep it tight. I run, do aerobics and some light weight training. My mom was the original brick house and she passed it to me. I have firm, big titties 36 D, a slim little waist with hips and an ass like a true sista. I love being an almond brown color, with a little scented body oil, damn I look good! What man would want to resist me?
I must admit though, that sometimes I probably go over board. I have a hard time holding my tongue. Being around my brothers all the time I have a hard time speaking with using shit, damn, fuck and all those words. I also don’t let none of the so-called men get over me, I am hip to the game. That’s why I use what I got to get what I want.
I can’t believe I let this happen to me, I am still tripping over it. I met this man at work and he just blew my whole world. When he first arrived at the office I noticed him. A tall, big, black Mandingo. This man was huge, probably around six, two about 280, but not fat, nice ass and legs. He has to play ball somewhere. I felt sorry for all the quarterbacks that he fucked up! He has an awesome since of style straight out of GQ or Code. But what really caught me were his eyes, they were brown, not dark brown but not light either. Somewhere in between, but they were very, very sexy. Maybe it was just the way he looked at me or the slight smile when he caught me staring at him. He knew that he was fine also but didn’t flaunt it like I did.
We, the women around the office, would usually get together for lunch and talk about the guys at work. Of course our conversation focused on the new chocolate god. We were having a good time, maybe too good of a time, when he came in. It was a Friday and as usual, pretty relaxed around the office, so we had some drinks. Charles walked through the “TGI Fridays” restaurant. I think he was taking his lunch back to his office.
Well, I was feeling the two Margaritas that I had and being around my girls, I got a little full of myself; hey Charles, he turned around and smiled at us; bring that thick chocolate ass over here! We all busted out laughing and giggling; we all had too much that early in the day. Charles just shook his head, continued to smile and walked out of the restaurant. I didn’t have another thought about it.
After lunch, most of them went home but I needed to go back to the office for some paperwork I wanted to take home for the weekend. I walked into the office, which was just about empty. Rifling through my desk, searching for that stupid ass file. I was about to change my mind about working that weekend.
Alex, I heard in a soft, deep voice. It almost made me wet instantly. I turned around and saw my chocolate dessert; why the fuck are you walking up behind me and scaring me like that. You know Alex; I am getting a little tired of that smart-ass mouth of yours. Some one needs to teach you how to deal with people, how to speak appropriately and with respect. I guess you think because you're such a pretty woman you can do anything you want. Life doesn’t work that way. The only reason you got what you did is because you have never met a real man. I don’t need to have sex to establish my manhood, so therefore your little game of flashing me leg and ass all the time doesn’t work.
Who the fuck do you think you are talking to Charles? I don’t play games like that and never have. I didn’t do anything like that to you and if I did you must be staring awful dammed hard to see. He was about to walk away and turned back around; you know Alex, I considered asking you out but now I would take you across the street. I see you like throwing that ass around and making brothers jump through hoops, I am not jumping! Well I couldn’t just let him get the last work in; I know that the problem is you’re a faggot aren’t you. You’re scared of women, punk!
I thought he was out of my office, then I heard the door slam. I turned around and watch him slowly bolt the door locked. He walked over to me and sat on my desk. I knew he wanted this ass, he’s not as slick as he thinks. I face him and smile; so what you want to fuck me on my desk? I get right up on him; I knew you wanted this pussy boy you’re not crazy. I go to kiss him and in one quick move he has picked me up and thrown me over his laps. As I lay on his lap trying to figure out what happened I feel my ass stinging and hot. I feel his hand on my ass again, slapping it. I am trying to get up back all those weights he has lifted in high school and college is paying off for him. I can’t go anywhere. I am feeling him tear my ass up, it hurts. I feel tears coming from eyes; stop, I said stop motherfucker! I’ll scream, stop you bastard! That doesn’t work either, I still feel his hand whipping my ass. He stops for a second, only to raise up my skirt, which doesn’t take much effort. As he begins to pull down my skimpy little thong I am praying that he doesn’t notice how wet my little slit is.
You see Alex, I am not like the other young boys you played with. I don’t take shit to get sex, I have pussy given to me and you WILL give me this pussy! I feel his hand rubbing my ass, damn that is nice, especially after the spanking he gave me. I am so hot now, I want that dick, I go to reach for his cock and he grabs my hands to stop me; you still don’t understand do you. I am in control here not you. You and your pussy will do what I want, period! Do you understand that Alex. I am at his mercy and he knows it. He tells me; stand up. As I get myself back in control. I am going to keep these as a souvenir, if you want them back come over to my office and let me know. He turns and walks away, opens the door and walks out of my office.
Who the fuck does he think he is, I’ll break something off up in his ass. I am pissed and I am walking around my office throwing shit, get ting even more pissed. At the same time though I am so damn turned. I can feel the pussy juice dripping. I have the feeling that I need a dick, right damn now! I go and lock my door and sit at my desk, now I am rifling through my locked drawers for my dildo that I keep for just suck occasions. Where the fuck is it, I can’t find it. What is this? Who… that bastard!
I storm out of my office into Charles’s office. How did you get into my drawer and where is my shit? He remains calm and looks at me with those fucking eyes, damn I can’t look him in his eyes, and he’ll entrances me. Alex are you looking for something to stick in the wet cunt? I have just the thing but only when I think you deserve it. I can barely speak, I am so very aroused and so very caught up in this man’s smile. He is sophisticated and he knows that I want to fuck him, he knows what I want, why am I not controlling him like I do anyone else. I am at a loss for words.
Alex, you look like your out to lunch still. What’s wrong with you? Those eyes, damn they are so full of warmth and firmness, what is he doing to me? Alex I know what your problem is; you have never been told what is what in life, but I will take care of you, let’s go! He grabs my arm, firmly but gently, and leads me to his car. Without hesitation I follow him and get into the car. The drive to his home is silent with the exception of the classical music CD that’s playing.
When we arrive at his house he breaks the silence; Alex, I can barely look at him, but id don’t know why. When we get into the house I want you to go straight to the room on the right, take off your cloths and wait for me. I don’t expect you to say anything unless I tell you to. Is that clear? I nod. I have never been treated like this before and I am… scared.
We exit the vehicle and walk straight to the house, for the first time in my life I am taking orders from a man, without talking back or smart mouthing him. I go directly to the room on the right and do as I am told. The hard wood floors are cool as I take off my boots. I am standing in my bare feet and strip the rest of my cloths off. Naked and uncertain, in this man’s house and I have nothing to say. I am thinking to myself what happened, where did I loose control? Can I get this control back? Goodness it’s chilly in here, is that the air conditioner on? I have been standing here for at least 20 minutes, what the hell is he doing?
I start to wonder around the room, there are books on top of books. There must be hundreds of books in here. I see some pretty strange looking furniture but I guess it could be art, whatever. I wonder what’s in this closet, it’s locked. Then without notice; didn’t I ask you not to touch anything? I turn around and start to go back to my old self. Who do you think you are making me wait for you in the cold ass room, naked and shit? What is your dammed problem? He gestures to me to be quiet by placing his finger over his lips. I feel compelled to shut up, quick!
Alex, I have watched you over the last three weeks and have been waiting for this moment. I knew it would come and I am relishing it. You have a very big mouth and it has got your ass into something that will be paid for. I shudder at what the possibilities are that he is speaking of. My mind is racing! One of your major problems Alex is that you think that pussy is the key to the world and it is not. You have a good personality but you hide it behind that sculpted body of yours. I do like your body, I would have to be a… what did you say, oh yes, faggot, not too. At the same time though your mind is somewhere back in the teenager years. So I am going to help you grow.
Now I don’t know what to expect from this man. I know he is intelligent, wise and big; what are you going to do to me Charles? He looks at me sternly and says; first of all we are going to have to establish a relationship here. You will address me as Sir or Master and only when you are spoken to. If you need to ask a question then ask for permission. For every infraction of these rules you will be punished according to my standards, is that clear? I am thinking is the fool crazy or what? I start to reach for my cloths that are next to him, he grabs my arm and the next thing I know is my wrist are bound by a rope that he had in his pocket. Charles I don’t like this anymore, let me go. He continues to hold on to my arm and moves me to a piece of furniture that is all wood, it looks mid-evil. I am secured to a bar that extends from one wall to the other. My arms are extended over my head and my entire body is exposed, I feel so vulnerable.
Alexandria you must realize your limits dear. You are just a woman, a weak creature both physically and mentally. You are not a match for an intellectually stimulated brother such as me. Would you agree with that? There was no way I was going to respect that with an answer. You Alex are what make the women of the world so despised. You are always walking around flaunting that sweet little body of yours. Throwing ass in the faces of men just to get a nice tennis bracelet or a pair of diamond earrings. That shit ends, now! Do you know what women like that are called, besides a tease? He grabs my face in his strong hands and pulls my face up; do you Alexandria, do you know what I call them? I call them whores. That is exactly what you are acting like. So that’s what I will call you Alexandria, a little whore!
I don’t know why I care what he thinks of me, but it does make a huge difference to me. I don’t like being known as a whore; I am not! I scream back at him. Oh Alexandria, I think I hit a nerve, you are reacting as if you really do know what you are. How often do you give it away? How often do you fuck other guys, how many guys in t he last week, the last month? Are you a little slut also? I think you are. You don’t seem to have anything to say? I was thinking that about what he said, am I really a slut, a whore? Why are his words hurting me so much? I can’t believe that I am letting someone talk to me that way. He starts to run his heavy hands over my body, I am trying to pull away but to no avail, I can’t go anywhere.
You do realize that if it were not for your loose personality you would probably have no one to fuck that tight little pussy of yours, I wouldn’t put up with that funky ass personality. You need to have some time to reflect on yourself. He pulls a huge mirror out of the closet and places it in front of me; look at yourself my little whore girl, you have looks, no doubt. But what else is in there? What’s behind that body, underneath the skin, can you answer me that? I can’t bring myself to look at my reflection, what if he’s right; what if there is nothing else? I see that I have your mind working. I tell you what, I am going to go cook some dinner and let you reflect on your image. I want you to think about yourself and where your self-confidence comes from. Does it come from your mind and your intelligence or is it because you can flash that pretty smile and suck a mean dick. Oh yeah you didn’t know, did you? Tom, Lance and Dave were talking about you and how you fuck and suck, nice reputation! Why are you so very quiet/ that mouth is usually running a mile a minute. Nothing to say huh? That’s okay just think about what I said.
He walks out of the room and I am stranded there with my binds and my reflection. I hold my head up and look in the mirror, I see my reflection and I don’t like what I see, I don’t like it at all! My mind begins to wonder, what am I? Am I really a whore, a slut…? I can’t believe that I had done all those men. I fucked so much and so many I can’t remember half of their names. What would I be with out this body, what type of life would I really have? I don’t like the answers and I cannot help but to stare at my reflection and weep, I am not a very good person, I use people to get what I want and then throw them a piece of my soul to say thank you, I am a … whore. The realization hits me deep in the pit of my stomach and I begin to cry, uncontrollably.
After an hour or so Charles walks back into the room, he is still smiling and has a glass and a pitcher of water. The room is still very cool; my nipples are aching from being so erect, so long. My whole body is covered in goose bumps from the temperature in the room. I think he can tell that my perception of my self is not good. Charles walked over to me and began to caress my ass: so Alexandria have you thought about what I said. Judging from your spirit I can see that you have. I have left you in this room with the temperature so low for a reason. It will make your body that much more receptive what we are going to do. I have thought long and hard about what to do. Since I have known you, for the last three weeks, you have tried to disrespect me at least that many times. So this is what I am going to do. Teach you some respect. By the way Alex, you were drinking an awful lot this afternoon, shouldn’t you have to pee by now. I suddenly realize the urgency of having to use the toilet.
Standing there, he watched as the look of horror came on my face when I realized he wasn’t going to let me go to the bathroom. I began to plead with him; Charles, please let me go to the restroom, if you don’t I’ll pee on your floor and myself. He just sat down in his chair and poured a glass of water. You know Alexandria I usually get very thirsty after drinking for hours, how about you? Despite my dilemma of having to pee I was extremely thirsty. Charles please, let me go to the bathroom. I am already having a tough time dealing with what you think about me. Please don’t embarrass me. His beautiful brown eyes almost softened, he got up and walked over to me and I thought that I was going to be able to make it to the bathroom just in time. His large manicured hands ran through my hair and he grabbed a handful and pulled my head back sharply. He is much taller than I am, so now our eyes are locked. I suggest you open your mouth if you want some water. He begins to pour the warm water all over my head and it runs down my face into my mouth and down my chin. He grabs the pitcher and continues to pour the rest of the water over my chest and it cascades over my breast and nipples, they soften a little. It begins to relax my entire musculature. My nipples have some relief now, they are shrinking. That felt pretty good, thank you for warming me up. The next thing I know I am feeling a warm familiar feeling running down my legs. I look down to the floor and notice the yellow colored water on the floor, so does Charles.
Well, I see you couldn’t hold it, could you? I am completely and totally ashamed of having peed on myself. He is never going to respect me now, what do I do now? Charles, I say sobbing, I am sorry for disrespecting you and I will never do it again, please let me clean myself. He turns his back to me and begins; Alexandria; do you remember what I said about our relationship? That is one reason I let you pee on yourself, so you can understand I am your control, but you don’t seem to want to concede. So what else is it going to take?
I have nothing else to loose; nothing else Sir, I will abide! He turns around quickly, his hands caressing my face lovingly; thank you Alexandria that was not so very hard was it? What else can I do, I am totally at his will. I am nothing according to him so what can I do? I am glad that you have come to your senses but there is still the punishment to deal with. What can he mean? Was he serious when he said he was going to whip my ass? I get the answer to that question as I hear the closet door open. I am able to look over my shoulder and see inside. There are all types of paddles and cuffs and gadgets in there, he is very serious.
Alexandria have you ever seen one of these before. He is holding up a long thin rod covered in leather. I say; no Sir, I have not. He really enjoys this; well my dear, this is known as an English tipped riding crop. Notice the frayed ends? The give and extra little gift to the recipient of the smacks. I like it because it sends a complete message, do you want to know what that message is? My eyes are wide open looking around at him; I think I know Master, if I may speak. He reply’s; please do dear, I am interested in your thoughts. I swallow and answer; Sir the message that is sent is not to disrespect you. He laughs from his belly; very good, very good! The laughter quickly stops; however the damage is already done, isn’t it? I drop my head and brace myself for the inevitable; yes Master it is. With my confession I receive my first taste of pain… or is it pleasure? The crop stings my ass but the loose leather ends grab my ass cheeks hard and leave his message imprinted on my soul. The coolness of the room I find is heightening the pain of the sting, it resonates throughout my entire body.
Another swat, and again the leather ends catch the other cheek, I want to scream out but will that make it worse. Once again, then three more one on either side of my ass. I feel the tears welling up once again in my eyes and they begin to roll down my face. The pain is like the color of love, I know he doesn’t hate me, he is teaching me. Please god let him teach me well. After the first barrage is done he walks in front of me and looks deep into my eyes. Alexandria, he says gently; I am going to untie you now and when I do the first thing you do is to kneel in front of me and await further orders, do you understand that? I am almost out of breath; yes Master. He loosens my binds and I am about to fall down but catch myself. I fall to my knees anyway as my Master has ordered. I am pleasantly surprised, I didn’t think you would do it. His hand is stroking the top of my head and I am grateful.
Now we have to do something about your accident don’t we? How about you crawl over there, get your panties and clean up you little mess. Yes Sir, I reply. I cannot believe that I have sunk this low as to crawl on the ground, like an animal so I can clean up the urine I put on the floor. After I complete the task he tells me to put the urine soaked panties on and I comply. I am so very turned on after putting my underwear back on, I believe that most of the moisture is now cum instead. Charles gets the same idea; Alexandria come here I want to see just how wet the little pussy of yours is. I bet it’s extremely wet isn’t it? I can feel him push two fingers up inside my tight cunt with no problem at all. Just as I thought, you like having someone control you and making you the woman you should be? Am I correct? I cannot answer him now because his fingers are now fucking me like and normal sized cock. I am sweating in the room that was like an ice locker minutes ago. His finger fucking is getting faster and deeper and I can feel my old friend orgasm knocking on the door. Alexandria answer me and tell me that you like having your ass beat and being told what to do or I will stop. I try to open my mouth and speak but the intensity that is welling up is too great. I can feel the walls of my slit begin to convulse around his fingers. I am seconds away from cumming and … he stops.
No I scream, don’t stop Master please, I am so close. Please don’t stop! I hear him walking behind me and grabbing my arms; not yet dear. Suddenly I feel what felt like a hundred smacks on my ass. This is torture, no it’s ecstasy! I cannot control what I am feeling now; the smacks on my ass have taken me over the orgasmic edge. I am still on my knees bucking wildly as the orgasm that runs through my body leaves me spent. The smell of Charles cologne, pussy juice and piss overwhelms me and I fall to the floor, limp and lifeless.
The next thing that happens is too good to be true. Charles picks my spent carcass up and lovingly kisses me. He carries me to his bathroom. It is lit only with candles and he has soft music playing. He places me in a warm tub of water and bubbles. He begins at the top of my head and baths me like I was a queen. The water is very warm and soft; his hands are the same. He washes my body from head to toe. I feel myself drifting off to sleep. When I wake up he is sitting in a chair next to the bed watching me. After I come to my senses I quickly get out of bed and scramble to his side and kneel. I ask him; Master may I speak? He gently caresses my face again and nods. Sir I cannot thank you enough for opening my eye to selfishness. My reckless and ruthless ways of dealing with men are done, especially if you will have me.
Once again her grabs me up in his huge arms and bear hugs me. I return the hug. Alexandria, I have a confession to make, no has ever said anything about you to me. I know little about your prior sex life. I know very little about anything that goes on in the office because I am usually a very shy person. This is my first time ever doing anything like this to anyone. I figured that no one has even stepped to you like this before and I had bought all that B/D stuff years ago. I just wanted to get with but didn’t know how, so I just said what the fuck go for it and see what happens. I am glad I did.
I look up into his eyes and almost see tears running out of them. Master, I say; that’s okay it was my first time also. I hope that we can learn more and grow together Sir. Is that possible? He answered my question by kissing me hard and passionately, then fucking me several time that night. That way two years ago and now I have to get off of the computer, my Master will be home shortly.