THE NEW BOSS




John Peters looked round his new office area with pride. He would be in charge
of around twelve staff with a personal secretary to help him keep control. He
switched on the computer which was on the desk next to his private room and
checked the name and details of his secretary, Sally Jones, to see what was
happening and if she was up to speed. He didn't hear her come in but knew she
had arrived when he was hauled by his collar and slammed into the wall. Before
he could restrain her she had her right shoulder against his chest and her leg
planted solidly between his, and he could not move. His breath had been
knocked from him and the weight of her solid body against him was making it
difficult to get it back. He couldn't shift, and she wasn't even using her
hands.

"I don't know who you are, but nobody is allowed to use my computer, except
me." She glared at him as if he were some-one in off the street.

"I'm your new boss, so get off me or we will fall out before we even meet
properly." He was trying to maintain his composure but it was not easy, she
was a very attractive woman, despite the fact that she was rather large. He
had been trying to gently force her off him and could not help but notice her
bulk. She moved away from him, enough to allow him to breath, but not giving
him much room to manoeuvre. She was facing him now and stood with her hands on
her healthy hips, her impressive chest thrust at him threateningly.

"You still can't use my computer, and I wouldn't recommend you falling out
with me, not if you know what's good for you."

"I'm your boss, and you'd better remember that." Her eyes closed slightly and
she reached for the door to his office and opened it. He almost shrieked when
her hand clamped on his arm just below his shoulder and shoved him violently
through the doorway. He told himself to retaliate but she seemed unstoppable,
she was much stronger than he had first thought. And he had thought she was
strong the second he met her. She kicked the door shut behind her and let go
of his arm which he rubbed to try and get the blood flowing again.

" You need to listen to me, and listen good. You are the boss in name only. I
make the decisions, I decide who does what, and when. If you need something
doing you come to me and I'll make a decision. If you start giving orders I'll
be in here and you'll be in trouble." He looked at her in disbelief and shook
his head.

"You're mad! You're my secretary and you will do as you're told or.." Before
he finished she grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him up close to her, then
lifted him several inches off the floor. His hands grabbed her arms and his
eyes widened as he felt the size of them, and how solid they were. Without
allowing him to drop she moved her arms to hold him around the waist. He was
still holding her biceps in his now nervous hands, as she crushed his breath
from him without any visible effort. After a few seconds his body sagged and
she released him. His legs were like jelly and he dropped to his knees,
holding her around the legs to stop himself from collapsing completely. She
had strong, shapely legs and he was getting a hard on despite his predicament.
He was lifted by his jacket to his feet, turned and pushed onto his desk. Her
hands flashed round him and unfastened his trousers before he could even
attempt to stop her. She pushed him forward until he was bent over his desk
with his trousers round his knees, and then she hit him. He sobbed each time
she slapped his arse. After what seemed like ages she stopped and he was spun
round to face her, tears in his eyes from the pain, yet still aroused. At some
point she had removed her jacket and he could see how well built she was
through the thin material of her shirt. Her shoulders were wide and powerful
looking, as were her arms. She reached down and pulled his boxer shorts down
and took him in her strong hand. It was humiliating but he did not try to
resist. It would have been pointless, she had proven beyond any doubt that she
was stronger than him, and he didn't want her to use any more force on him.
When he came he hugged her big body and gasped with relief.

"Who's the boss?" she asked quietly. Without hesitation he told her she was.
"That's better," she told him as she reached round and gripped his arse with
strong hands causing him to gasp in agony again. "And don't forget it." She
pushed him away. "Now get dressed and I'll tell you what you're doing today."
He did as he was told, and was soon seated gingerly on his chair. His agenda
for the day was on his screen and she was running through it but he wasn't
really listening, he was eyeing her wide shoulders and impressive breasts,
imagining her throwing him to the floor and raping him with his hands pinned
helplessly by her strong hands. He wondered if it would ever happen, what he
could do to make her want to have him completely. He imagined living with her,
not knowing when she would strike, when her desire for him would make her rip
his clothes off and throw him across the nearest piece of furniture and have
her way with him.

"Are you listening, or am I wasting my time?" She stared at him, and he
blurted it all out. How he wanted her to take him in her strong arms and do
whatever she wanted with him. She watched him as he spoke then was silent for
a while. He lowered his gaze, embarrassed by his outburst. She stood and
walked to the door and opened it, he held his breath as she stood in the
doorway. She turned and shut the door and he sighed in relief. He heard the
lock click and watched her walk over to his desk, his heart pounding. She was
unbuttoning her shirt revealing her heaving bosom. She stood at his desk and
stripped down to her bra, which she left on. Bending forward she gripped his
jacket and pulled him over his desk, sending papers all over the place.

"What if somebody hears us?" he asked in a panicking voice, his eyes staring
in disbelief at the bulging muscles in her upper arms. God she was strong! She
told him to shut up and take her bra off, and he did so with nervous fingers.
As he slid the straps over her shoulders and down her arms he ran his fingers
over her powerful frame, marvelling at the strength beneath his fingers. She
was barefoot and still four inches taller than him, which made her about
five-eleven, and she was much wider than him. And definitely more muscular.
She took his jacket off and reached for his trousers again, pushing his hands
aside with ease when he tried to help her. With his trousers and shorts around
his knees he was ready and tried to penetrate her but her strong hands gripped
his shoulders and forced him to his knees. He realised what he had to do and
set about the task eagerly. His hands explored her legs and bottom, the
muscles there were large and obviously powerful. Without warning she pulled
him to his feet, reached between them and guided him inside her. Her hands
gripped his buttocks and she lifted him in and out of her, his hands were on
her upper arms as they flexed with the movement. She increased the speed and
strength of the thrusts, he was helpless in her hands, she was in complete
control of his movements. When he came he sobbed with relief, his face buried
in her neck, and she held him tightly in her strong arms. After a minute or so
she lowered him to the ground and pushed him away and his legs gave way again.
She knocked him onto his back with her foot and stood astride him, hands on
hips. She seemed to stretch upwards for ever, and yet despite being so tall
her shoulders still looked wide. She gazed down at him over her huge breasts.

"I think you'll like working here, Mr.Peters. Now get dressed, we should be
working." He fumbled around on the floor while she dressed quickly. "Stand
up." He did so and she straightened his tie. When she was done she bent him
over backwards and kissed him forcefully, her right hand reaching down to grip
his crotch. "These are mine now, if anyone else touches them, I'll beat the
shit out of you." He swallowed, he knew she could and would. With that she was
gone, and he sat on his desk to think about everything that had happened since
he had arrived two hours ago. Instead of taking charge of a new office he had
been easily overpowered by his new secretary, a powerhouse blonde who had
taken charge of his body totally and used it for sex. Life was getting better.

Over the next few days he realised that Miss Jones was a very efficient
worker, and he had little to do apart from signing papers she put in front of
him. Every now and then she took him in hand with no warning, and usually with
considerable force. On one occasion she unzipped his flies, put her hands on
his waist and lifted him until she could take him in her mouth.