Weakling Male Meets Sexy Muscle Woman at the Grocery Store almost everything in this story is true Part One. I am a man who loves to try and see muscular women wherever I go. I'll look around when I'm in a home improvement store, the car wash, the department stores, the mall, gyms, even in church. I especially like big, tall, sexy Amazon type women. The bigger their muscles, the better. When the weather is nice, you can really see women showing their good physiques. These days, women are getting stronger and stronger. Many women are probably much stronger than I am. They definitely look strong to me. I'm always visualizing what it is like to feel their hard biceps, calves, or thighs, even picturing in my mind what they could do to me, and how helpless I would be against their strength. Every Friday I go to a large grocery store in my neighborhood to stock up on everything. As usual, I'm keeping my eyes open for strong, sexy looking ladies. This day was a very nice and warm day, so I figured many women would be wearing shorts and sleeveless tops. I was right about that and there were lots of people shopping, mostly women. I went inside and took a shopping cart and wheeled toward the fruits and vegetables section. There were at least 20 nice looking women in that area. Most of them looked to be in real good shape too. I wheeled into that area, looking for some fruit and looked around at these women's legs, trying not to be too obvious. I also spotted some of them in sleeveless outfits. I thought I was hitting the jackpot today. Of course I was still trying to stay nonchalant about looking around, but it was getting harder as the minutes went by. It was getting harder to stay calm and collective around all of these terrific, sexy, shapely and fit females. I thought I better keep moving along, or one of them may notice that I'm looking too much. So I rolled around to the next aisle and picked up some of my needed items and gradually moved back and forth down each aisle. The store was definitely real busy, seeing people almost every 20 feet or so. When I came to the 4th aisle, I turned in and almost blew my cool and casual cover of looking for muscular women. About 30 feet ahead of me was a very tall and well built woman. I couldn't believe my eyes. And no one else was in our aisle. This woman had long blond hair, had a nice tan, was wearing white 4" high strapped heels, dark blue very short shorts, and a stylish sleeveless white blouse. She was probably about 6'-3" tall (the same as me), with approximately 20" calves, 18" biceps, and 30" thighs, and very flexed looking, sexy, hard musculature. She was reading the labels of two large sized glass jars, comparing ingredients back and forth, one jar in each hand. As she was turning the jars sideways to read, I could really see her forearms and biceps moving with flexing motions. Of course, I am mesmerized by this sexy Amazon women and I continue to mosey down the aisle a little closer to her. I really need to see her up close and personal. I get to within 10 feet of her, when she has made her choice of the two jars and places it in her cart. Of course I'm watching every sexy muscle in her body, I don't want to miss a thing, and I forget that I need to be discreet about it. All at once I see her turn her head toward my direction, as if she needs to look back for some additional items. I realize that I need to look at something else or she's going to see me staring at her. Before I can, she glimpses at me, and then at the shelf right next to me. I can tell that she can tell that I'm looking at her. She eyes me, smiles, turns and walks 3 steps to the shelf and me. I'm nervous and happy that she's coming close to me. She politely says, excuse me and reaches in front of me with her strong looking arm and takes a heavy bag of sugar. Wow, does her bicep ever flex big! Watching her muscle gives me a big boner in my pants. I kind of turn red in the face because her big beautiful body is so close to me and I'm seeing her muscles flex and I have a boner from her. She quietly says to me, Sir, I know you've been watching me this whole time. I don't mind it, but I'd rather that you ask for something if you're shopping for it. I said, I'm sorry ma'am. I couldn't help looking at you. You're an amazing woman. She said, I'm an Amazon women, and yes I'm also an amazing woman. Do you like extremely strong women, as I am? I said, oh yes. She said, Good, because I really like men that like my muscles. If you really do, then feel my bicep right here in the grocery store. She puts her arm straight out and flexes it toward me. Now feel it, Mister. I look all around and no one is near, so I quickly touch her muscle. It's really big and firm, and so is my hard-on by now. She says, well mister, that's step one to prove you like big, hard, female muscles. Now I want you to do something that's a little more daring. Would you like to visit me at my place sometime and have some fun? I said, you're such an amazing looking, sexy woman, uhmm, sure, yes I would. O.K. then. Now prove it. Bend down and put your head between my thick calves. Don't worry, no one is around. Now do it, or I'll take your invite away. I really want to be able to go to her place, so I kneel down in front of her, she places her legs about 12 inches apart, steps forward and squeezes her 20" calves tight around my ears very,very hard for about 3 seconds and then lets go. Oh man, did it ever hurt! My ears were ringing for about 10 or 15 seconds after she let go. I shook my head as she said, Stand up Mr. I believe you now. You're definitely invited over to my place. I get to my feet and my hair is messed up a little. When I stand she is writing on a small note card. She says, Here, this is my address and a date and time that I want you to come over. She grabs the front of my belt, pulls it forward strongly and pushes the note card down inside the crotch of my pants. She says very firmly, Don't take that card out of your crotch until you're home. Then she said, I'll give you one more feel of my big muscles before I need to get going. I have a lot of hard work, cleaning, bookwork, and weightlifting to do tonight. As she faces me, she flexes up both biceps simultaneously and says, Feel them both at the same time and then kiss each one. I'm checking your loyalty and commitment to loving my amazing muscles. I do what she tells me and I forget to look around first to see if anyone is around this time. She has me quite enthralled. As I kiss her huge biceps and she can see that I hadn't checked around this time, she knows that I am under her spell of sexy muscle power. She says, I'm really making you get a huge hard-on, aren't I? Yes, Ma'am. She can tell that I'm not staying cool and collective any longer and says, Would you like me to overpower you at my place and do muscular things to you? Yes ma'am, yes ma'am. Good, now tell me your home telephone number, or its not going to happen with us. I immediately rattle off my phone number. She says, O.K stop kissing now and go home and read the card in your crotch. I do what she says and roll my cart to the check out line. Later, in another check out lane I see the sexy Amazon women. She is so alluring to me as I watch her muscles flex while she unloads all the food from her cart to the checking counter. She looks over and spots me as well, nonchalantly lifts one arm up, flexes her bicep toward me and points at it with her other hand and licks her lips sensually. Now the clerk in my lane is starting to do my groceries, as I place the items onto the counter and as I finish, I look over in the direction where the Amazon women was, but she's gone already. I fumble with my money to try and pay the cashier clerk fast as I can, hoping I'll see the woman out in the parking lot. I got out there, but couldn't see her anywhere. I loaded my bags of groceries into my truck and started to drive home. I was thinking about the experience I just had in the store, something I had always dreamed of and hoped for. It actually finally happened and I remembered about the card she had stuffed into the front of my pants. I couldn't wait to get home, pull my pants down and read her address and date and time for my meeting up with her. Needless to say, I drove home real fast. When I got home, I parked in my back carport and carried a couple of the bags to the house, unlocked my back door, went in, and set the groceries on the counter. I was so anxious to read her card, that I loosened my belt, unbuttoned my pants, pulled the zipper down, and pulled my pants down to my knees and ankles. I found her card and read it. It gave her address, and the date was for tomorrow at 1 p.m. Already, I sighed. Oh my god. I can't believe it! I was elated. Then I noticed something else was written on the back. It read, If you are happy to meet me at my place tomorrow, pull your underpants down and wank yourself, NOW!!! But don't cum. I'm supposed to do that part!! OH MY GOD!!!! She is a true AMAZON, even having power over me without being here. I pull my underpants down and wank myself for awhile. It's real hard not to cum, thinking about what has happened already, but I hold off. I pull my pants back on and start thinking about what tomorrow will be like. As I'm retrieving the rest of my groceries and stocking the kitchen shelves, the phone rings. I answer it and its Her. How did you find my phone number, I ask kind of surprised sounding. She said, You told me. Don't you remember? No, I didn't remember. It was while you kissed my biceps in the store. You really don't remember? Wow, I really must of had you in a muscle lust trance there. Then she asks, Did you read my card? Yes, I read your address. I'll be there. Good, she said. That's why I made sure to get your phone nymber, just in case you chickened out by tomorrow, so I could find you and come and drag you out of your house and bring you to my place for our little meeting up, if I have to. Did you read the note on the other side and do what it said? Yes I did, I said sheepishly. Did you make sure not to cum? Yes. Good, because if you did, I would drive over there Right Now and squeeze your limp cock to raw blisters! Now, go to bed and dream sweet dreams, and get lots of rest. You're going to need it. See you at 1 p.m. tomorrow, or I'll come over there and beat the living daylights out of you. Goodnight, hun. I did go to bed, got plenty of rest, and had many dreams of her big, sexy, strong, hard, muscular body. The next morning I got showered, shaved, trimmed my mustache and ate a hearty breakfast and several bananas. It was to a very hot day, so I dressed in khaki shorts, a tee shirt nd tennis shoes. I got in my sporty truck and headed to her address anticipating a fun day of seeing Her sexy Amazon muscles. When I got there, it sure looked like a very nice place to me. The yard was large and was lined with a tall wood fence and thick privacy hedge bushes. Her house was set way back into the large yard. Very private and secluded in every way. I opened the front street walk-in gate and went to the front door and knocked. In about 15 seconds I heard high heel shoes sounding on the floor, gradually getting a little louder and closer sounding. Soon the door opens and I see her and she looks at me and we say hello and she says, Come in. I'm so glad you're here. She is awesome looking. She's in a thigh high, skin tight, one piece body hugging , sleeveless red fancy dress, red 4" high wide heel shoes, has her long blond hair in a big ponytail, has her fingernails and toenails painted black, and is wearing a nice choker neckless with matching bracelet, and an ankle bracelet. She is pure irresistable muscle-sex in the flesh. I cannot keep my eyes off her. I feel like I'm several classes beneath her in every way. She leads me into her place a few feet and closes the door behind us, then snaps the locks shut. She walks away from me and I just stand there stunned by her physique and muscles in motion as she moves and naturally flexes. She puts her arms into the air and does a double biceps pose amd says, Now come over here and begin properly, by worshiping these muscles. You already know how strong I am from the samples I gave you in the grocery store yesterday, so you better do as I demand. Now, get over here. I'll count to 3. She says, This is really going to be fun. One! Two! THREE!! I listen and get over to her right away. She says I am now going to work you over and squeeze you into oblivion for as long as I want. You may not survive it. My muscles are even stronger than they look. Touch my thighs and hug. Then she flexes them big and hard like stone. I go to my knees and hug around one of her huge thighs. I have a hard-on already and she knows it, as I rub into her shin. Suddenly, she grabs me by the hair and gets me off of her leg and says, I don't want you humping my leg to get your rocks off. I am the only one that gets to do that. Then she grabs me by the throat and pulls me up and looks me in the eye and says, You got that, wimp! Yes, ma'am. She says, From now on you are to address me as Master Muscle Woman! Suddenly I find myself in a hard headlock and she squeezes my brain and scrambles me up real bad. She throws me out of her headlock and down to the floor real hard. Then she bends down and places her forearm and bicep around my neck and yanks me up to a sitting position as she kneels behind me and proceeds to give a strong choke hold, crushing into my Adam's apple by flexing her 18" bicep into it. I gag and cough. AAAaaccckk. Cough.. cough. Then she releases me and drops me to the floor, and stands over me with her feet on either side of my prone body and goes into a double bicep pose. She has an evil smile on her face. She has me scared to death. She says, You know, some men pay to have this kind of workover, and I'm giving this all to you for free. You better consider yourself very fortunate. You're about to receive the Gold Platinum treatment. Now, you grovel and kiss my 20" calves and feel their hardness. These monsters are going to crush and squeeze a lot out of you. Man, I enjoy this! I'm sorry to say that you're fun will not be in the same way as mine is, at all. I lick her calves as she wants. My hard-on is really getting tight in my shorts. She sees it for sure. She says, That thing needs to be out here in the open and more directly experience my muscles, like your tongue and lips ae. She knees me in the chin and comes down to me and starts to wrestle very rough and powerful. She pins me flat like a pancake and rips my khaki shorts and tee shirt off I can't move a fraction of an inch. She stretches me out in a strong-legged grapevine hold. I see her triceps form into big, huge horseshoe shaped flexures. Her biceps lengthen as she stretches her arms straight, while holding my arms outstretched by the wrists and squeezing them so hard that my fingers open, spreading wide. She has me down to wearing just my underpants at this point, and my penis is very erect within. She can feel it below her crotch area. She cranks both of my arms together above my head and clamps my wrists together, now holding them with just her left hand. This lady is SO STRONG!!! With her free right arm, she reaches behind her seat and grabs my wanger through my briefs, and squeezes it excruciatingly hard. I cringe and yelp. She doesn't care. She lets loose of my wrists with her left hand and slaps me silly, really hard across the face, while still grasping my undershorts and penis together with her right hand. Oh, stop your yelping, you wimp! If you have to yelp from this, you're not going to be able to handle more rougher things that I'm going to do to you. Now, shut up! I don't want to hear that again! She lets go of my wanger and slaps me again, real hard, with her right hand. My face stings and reddens. She unwraps her grapevine leg hold and sits up onto my stomach and flexes her biceps in the air. You are mine All Day, weakling! Or maybe All Week, weakling! I hope you don't need to go back to work any time soon. My stetched legs and arms hurt bad. I don't move hardly at all. All I can do is stare up at those big, sexy flexing biceps, triceps, and forearms as she shows them off in great superiority` over` me. She tuns her head and looks down around at my wanger, and says, I see that thing is still ready for more, huh? So, we'll give it more. It's time to get rid of your last piece of clothing and strip you completely naked, weak boy! Then we'll really see what a Sexy Muscle Woman and a naked, weakling male look like together in a cock tearing session!!!! Oh NOOOOOoooooooo!!!!!!!!....., I yell, as she gets up off of me and begins to turn around to place my head, neck, shoulders, arms, and upper torso into a completely unescapable thighs / calves / legs / hamstrings / glutemus maximus power vise clamp hold. Now, you poor-excuse-of-a-man, say I want you to take my cock Muscle Woman Master. There is so much more to come (CUM, Cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum)!!!! Are you man enough for your Master Muscle Woman?!!?