Hungarian secretary 1
by Theseus



In the early 2000s, John got the opportunity of a lifetime. Eastern European
countries were still in the process of reconstructing the mess that 45 years
of communism had left behind and business opportunities were still available
for western investors. So his US based firm sent him to work at their new
Budapest, Hungary office. Barely 30, this was his chance to shine by finding a
diamond in the rough and making a lot of money for his firm and himself.

So he moved to Budapest and as he found out his US dollar salary could really
go far. He got himself a luxury apartment in the center and wined and dined in
the finest places. Made friends with other westerners and quickly was
frequenting the coolest clubs of the city and having a lot of success with the
scantily dressed Hungarian girls. This success was something new for him. Only
5'5'' tall, skinny and shy before he moved to Hungary he had limited
experience with women so he was really enjoying his new found luck.

Only 3 months into his stay there, his company approved of him hiring a
secretary who would definitely be of help at the very least in translating. He
interviewed several young women and decided on the professional thing and
hired a conservatively dressed and highly educated lady named Zsuzsa. Zsuzsa
was 27, brunnete with a pretty face, long hair, brown eyes and glasses. She
was taller than him by a couple of inches and always seemed to wear the same
handful of dresses, all very conservative. More than knee length skirts, quite
baggy shirts and jackets. She seemed to him a little on the big or hefty side.
He did however notice the muscular calves of her legs which he attributed to
her probably having to walk everywhere.

Zsuzsa on her part, liked her laid back easy going boss, with the American
style of management. She thought he was cute too but chose to always be very
formal with him. Never disclosing any of her personal life. She lived alone,
lived a healthy life and most of her free time she spent in the gym. She chose
to never wear anything revealing so as not to elicit any comments, but under
her loose clothes she was covering a body of steel. She would frequently catch
herself at home admiring her 6 pack or doing a double biceps pose or feeling
her sculpted thighs and glutes. Her boyfriends in the past all loved her body
but got scared away when in everyday life or at the gym or while having sex
she would exhibit her superior strength and stamina. Whether lifting more
weights with more repetitions at the gym or easily wrestling them on their
back while having sex and easily keeping them there. Holding their hands down,
riding them hard and facesitting them until she came at least twice. She loved
this dominant nature in herself but men seemed to have a hard time dealing
with someone superior to them.

As John was feeling more and more full of himself with his "abilities" with
women he started thinking that he can have any Hungarian woman he wanted.
Although he had never seen much of Zsuzsa's body he started flirting with her.
Her response was always cool and professional. One day he asked her to join
him and his friends to one of the night clubs he was going on Friday. Again
her response was professional and negative. So he decided to take matters into
his own hands. This was Hungary after all. No laws of sexual harassment. What
would the girl do? Quit her job? She needed this job. So he got his plan ready
and put into motion by asking Zsuzsa to stay and work late that Friday night.

It was already past 5pm and everybody already gone to start the weekend while
he had her typing away, translating a proposal that could have waited for
Monday. Nevertheless she was typing away without complaint. She had her long
hair down that day and was wearing a white shirt and a long black unstylish
skirt and heavily worn black heels which as he had noticed earlier in the day,
added at least another couple of inches of height. This only got his mind
racing thinking that by that evening he would be standing up burying his face
to the big girl's bosom.

He got up from his desk and slowly walked behind her and touched her on her
shoulders pretending to massage her.

"You've been working very hard lately Zsuzsa. You need to relax and enjoy
things sometimes." John said while feeling her muscular neck. "Your neck seems
so tense. Have you ever had a massage?"

"No sir." she said while looking straight above her computer. "I don't think
it's necessary."

"Oh nonsense. You would feel so relaxed. I know what I'm talking about. Just
take off your shirt. We are both adults here."

His not so subtle attempt was taking her by surprise. John had always been so
sweet and polite. What had possessed him to be like every other asshole out
there. "I said no sir." And she stood up. She turned around and was now
towering in her heels, 4 inches over him. "Please. You are making me feeling
uncomfortable."

John momentarily felt uncomfortable himself. He looked up stunned by the
height difference so up close and a little intimidated. Also that's not how he
had pictured it all in his mind. He had pictured an undressing, a fake massage
attempt on the couch and then sex. But he composed himself, thinking that he
was the man and her boss. If he stood his ground and pushed this attempt
forward she would have no choice but to give in. So he did just that. Tried to
physically push her back towards her desk by placing his hands on the area of
her hip bones and trying to take a step forward.

Not only she didn't budge he also felt like he was bounced back half a step.
She smiled. She knew there was nothing really he could do to hurt her. He
tried again, this time going for her shirt. She just swated hard his hands
away. "Stop it John." She said. It was the first time she spoke to him without
calling him mister or sir. "Don't make me hurt you".

That infuriated him. He wasn't a child to be talked to like that. Then he went
all out, lunging towards her chest area. In a faster move though, using her
superior height along with her strength, she didn't allow him to get a hold on
her but instead locked her arm around his neck and wrestled him to the ground.
He ended up on his back, his neck locked and his face squeezed against her
right boob. His face was turning red and he could barely hear her asking, "How
do you like my chest now? Is that what you wanted to touch?"

She let him go and his head fell on the floor. She pushed herself up by
squashing the side of his face on the floor and stood above his body while
starting to unbutton her shirt. "Is this what you wanted to see?" she asked as
he was opening his eyes. She was wearing a black bra that nicely held and
accentuated her large mammaries. "That's all you will get to see tonight. And
forget about touching." He also saw for the first time her bare thick with
muscle arms and caught a glimpse of her clearly defined squares of her
abdominal muscles.

In spite of her obvious muscular advantages, or perhaps because of them and
although he had just been wrestled so easily to the ground , he got up and
with an erection growing already lunged at her again. This time she stopped
his rush with her body and grabbed hold of his hands. A classic test of
strength. She let him struggle for at least 30 seconds. She smiled and asked,
"Is that all you got? How pathetic!" And as she started bending his arms
backwards purposefully slowly and bending him to his knees she also continued
her verbal onslaught. "You are so weak! It's unbelievable. What's the matter
big man? Is the little woman beating you? Is she stronger than you? On your
knees now! You thought you were going to make me your little bitch?"

Once on his knees she let him go. As he was trying to regain feeling on his
wrists and hands she slapped him with her right hand so hard that sent him
sprawling onto the floor. "You're my bitch now!" she said. "Get up and get
naked." She ordered. "I want to see what you got. I know it's very little in
the muscle department but I'm curious to see if you have anything to offer to
a woman like me. You obviously thought you were good enough."

He reluctantly got naked. His hard on not completely gone but diminished from
the pain of the slap and the embarrassment of showing himself naked for
inspection. He already knew that his physique was not athletic like Zsuzsa's.
On the contrary, he was thin and out of shape. He never thought a muscle woman
like her would ever take a second look at a guy like him. That is why he
always thought his internet fantasies would always remain just that, a
fantasy. Also his member measuring just 4.5 inches, was not the biggest out
there. He was always self conscious about it and preferred to only reveal it
under the covers or at the very last minute.

She remained dressed in her skirt and just her bra for a top. She stepped
closer and shoved his hands from his modest position of covering his cock. She
was not impressed by his half flaccid dick and exaggerated a laugh to make fun
of him. "Is this your tool?" she asked sarcastically. "What were you hoping to
do with me with that little worm?" She walked over to his own desk where she
knew which drawer he kept a camera in. Turned it on and took several pictures
of himself and his little John, making also sure that the background of the
office was clearly visible. "A little insurance for myself." She said. "If you
fire me, you will have a lot of explaining to do."

She threw the camera in her purse and walked over to him as he was still
standing with his head down in shame, naked and almost completely flaccid now.
She expertly started stroking his little dick. "You do like my hard body,
don't you?" she asked while gently stroking him. "Do you like muscles on a
woman?"

"I do." He whispered.

"Just imagine, I squeeze and lift hard metal bars at the gym every day. And
now I'm squeezing your pathetic little dick. Have you ever fantasized about a
woman beating you up? A woman stronger than you controlling you and your
dick?" His dick was fast responding to her touch but just as much to her
humiliating words, hardening to its fullest as she was now playing with his
balls and making him nervous.

"I do fantasize and masturbate to pictures and stories about women like you."
He confessed to her and to anyone for the first time ever.

"I am so much stronger than you, I can do whatever I want to you." She said as
she was taking off her shoes and skirt to reveal her matching black thong. "I
will fuck your little worm and you won't even get to touch these beautiful
muscles. I work so hard for them every day and you loser don't even deserve to
touch them. You can only look at them.

With her right arm she pulled on his left arm, while at the same time grabbing
and shoving him to the floor by the neck using her left arm. "On your back you
little fuck." She ordered.

She used her right foot to play with his balls and hard dick which he loved
and scared him at the same time as he was able to see her stretching leg
muscles, big and sinewy. She then stopped, took off her thong and straddled
his face. He tried to use his arms instinctively to grab her ass but she put
an end to it. She was not going to actually let him touch her.

He licked feverishly, making her cum once. But he did not stop. He kept on
licking while she was still in the middle of cuming, causing her another
orgasm in seconds. Nobody had ever done that before. All the men in her life
previously stopped immediately once they felt and heard her cuming. He seemed
dedicated to make her cum.

Although already satisfied, she slid down his body and impaled herself on his
rather small, 4.5 inch, but rock hard shaft. She could see his face covered in
her juices as she was riding him. Once again he instinctively tried to reach
for her boobs, but she just grabbed his hands and planted them on his chest in
front of her, holding them with one hand. With the other she was playing with
her clit. She sensed him being close to cuming which sent her over the edge
once again, cuming for the third time while he was releasing his sperm into
her.

After a while she got up, still only wearing her black bra. She stretched her
arms above her head, and John was treated to a magnificent sight. Her skin
glistening from the earlier exertion, was pure amazonian beauty. Nothing but
breasts and muscle. She got dressed while he was still laying on the floor.

"You did surprisingly good." She said. "At least you got stamina in one muscle
of your body. Although all your muscles are pathetically small, I want to see
you again tomorrow. You will treat me like a lady. Dinner, drinks, dancing. I
am not just a hot piece of ass like the skanks you've known all your life.
Pick me up tomorrow at 7 and let's see if you can be with a woman like me."

On her way out she took from his wallet all the cash he had. "I'm going to
need a nice dress for tomorrow night." She said. "You're treat." She pointed
to the cash as she walked out the door ...

End of part 1

Theseus