Chapter Three

“Oh, god. I’ve wanted you for so long, Stella. We should have done this months ago.”

The break area consisted of a couple of two-by-fours laid across stacked milk crates by the staff entrance to the diner in the rear parking lot. The dumpsters stank up the evening air, and no food was being eaten as Stella straddled Zach’s lap, attempting to extract his tonsils with her tongue.

Her yellow waitress dress was hiked up over a waist that was narrowing by the second as he hungrily groped at her perky behind, and I glutted myself on the hedonistic pleasure pouring off of them.

She had been wearing some boring off-white granny panties, but now her tight little rear was accentuated by a lacy teal g-string that barely covered her moistening pussy as she ground it against the rock-hard lump in Zach’s slacks.

The influx of sexual mojo wasn’t just a one-way street. I knew how to maximize my returns. Einstein wasn’t wrong when he said compounding interest was the eighth wonder of the world. Every iota of lustful energy I harvested from those two went straight back into them for an ultimately greater yield.

That wasn’t to say I had placed all my eggs in one basket.

Back inside Daisy’s, the college coeds were kissing and pawing at each other, the mature housewife was flirting outrageously with the younger busboy, and the Canadian couple had flanked a confused-looking lady trucker in her booth to solicit the older woman for a night of freewheeling fun.

Deidra, the gray-haired night manager, had popped the cash register and was rubbing fistfuls of greenbacks over her plump body.

Ah well, lust comes in many forms. Who am I to kink shame?

“Oooh, I know, right?” Stella gasped, coming up for air and running her hands over Zach’s broadening shoulders. “Is it weird that I thought I wasn’t into you at first? Like, not at all. What was I thinking? You’re so fucking sexy, and I’ve caught you staring a bunch. We could have been banging like rabbits this entire time.”

A frisson of concern wormed its way over his face, and the outflow of carnal power slowed a fraction. Thought his hands remained glued to her wriggling ass, and a wet splotch was forming at the peak of his trouser tent.

“Wait, not at all?” Zach asked, darting glances past her at me. “You liked some things about me, right?”

What a fucking mook. There I was, serving him the girl he had been crushing on for months on a silver goddam platter, and he chose that moment to grow a conscience?

Sorry to say that wasn’t the first time this had happened. But I’d broken far more virtuous men than him. Some of those Vatican bishops were real tough nuts to crack back during the more puritanical centuries.

The trick was to work smarter, not harder. I heaped a fresh helping of juju into Stella and set to fanning those particular flames.

“I love plenty about you now. Whoops! Sorry, that word just slipped out.” The increasingly alluring blonde covered her mouth, playing the shy coquette even as she rode Zach’s bulge like a mechanical bull. “You’re so strong and handsome. There’s definitely something about you that makes me want to rub every inch of my body against that big, hard dick of yours.

“I want to feel it sliding over my skin, marking me with your masculine scent. I yearn to taste it in the back of my throat… may I, please? Or you could shove me up against one of those dumpsters and ravage my pretty pussy until I forget my own name...”

Stella’s tits had swollen so large they were spilling out the top of her dress as her hip-humping rhythm grew faster. More aggressive. I gave her a beach bunny tan to go with her new bikini-ready bod, and sucked the last scraps of collagen from her slenderizing thighs to fill out her lips. A dash of extra pigmentation left her with some naturally puckered, ruby-red cocksuckers that Instagram models would sell their souls to possess.

With any luck, my name would get passed around. Word-of-mouth advertising is everything in diabolical business circles.

“You–You want it that bad?” Zach sounded hoarse, his output of sinful energy back at an all-time high as the last vestiges of restraint crumpled like feta cheese. “Oh god, you’re so fucking wet I can feel it through my pants.”

I drank in the boiling lust, then siphoned it straight back into him. Stiffening both his cock, and resolve. Patching up the early signs of a receding hair line too. I might have–just maybe–straightened out Zach’s goofy nose and strengthened his jawline while I was at it.

In hindsight, I may have gotten a bit carried away.

Who could blame me?

The two of them were veritable dynamos of hedonistic passion spinning up to near-critical levels, and I was getting shitfaced on the sheer amount of raw sensual power blasting out of them. It was like slamming fifty-year-old single malt whisky straight from the cask, and I didn’t have the best track record for holding my metaphysical liquor.

Hey, if you only got the chance to drink every few centuries, then things were bound to get wild when the bar finally opened.

“I’m so wet for you, Lover. All for you.” Stella growled, tearing at the buttons of Zach’s expensive silk button-up. “And if you’re not inside me this instant, reshaping my dirty little pussy with that giant cock, I’m going to lose my fucking mind!”

“Jesus, Stella… Holy crap!”

Zach was fast approaching his zenith, throbbing balls churning with steamy cum on a hair-trigger, but I couldn’t have that. Not yet.

I sank more horny magic into his sexual stamina, extending the moment of inevitable release and reducing his refractory period down to a hot second. That guy was my ticket to ride the gravy train. The more trim he scored, the more juice I got to keep the party rolling.

“I need you, Zach. I need you right now!” Stella’s sapphire eyes were glowing a soft pink, and her tiny g-string was practically dissolving under the deluge of her warm juices drenching Zach’s crotch. “Pleeeease… my body is on fire. I feel like I might break apart if you don’t fuck me soon!”

She was bucking and squirming like a starving sex addict in his lap. Absolutely exquisite, immaculately lean, brilliantly blonde, and enormously endowed. Graced with a heavenly face and figure so awe-inspiring that men would start scrapping for the smallest hint of an approving smile from those boner-inducing lips.

Like I keep saying, I am damn good at my job.

“Yeah… yeah! Gonna fuck you, Babe.” Zach grunted, clutching her slim, gyrating hips like handles with all the new strength I’d crammed into him. A normal human female would have serious injuries from his crushing grip, but Stella was far beyond the mortal spectrum now. “Gonna ram my hard fucking dick so deep into that needy cunt, you’ll feel it stretching out your womb!”

“Do it. Give it to me, Lover!” Stella wailed as he picked her up in muscular arms, and they smashed against the back wall of the diner, tongues tangling in another tempestuous kiss. “Mmmwah~! Give me all you’ve got. Leave me wet, dripping, and begging for more…”

Not being one to stand in the way of a good time, I whisked their clothing away and replaced it with more playful attire.

Stella’s yellow uniform melted into equally bright, eye-catching lingerie. The skimpy, strappy sort with a satin bralette that did little to contain her whopping pornstar tits, negligible lace panties, and a sexy little suspender belt attached to the tops of sumptuous silk stockings.

When I was done, she looked like pure sin on two impossibly long legs, which happened to be locked around Zach’s muscular hips.

As for the man of the hour… I simply vamoosed away his trousers. Nothing complicated there. Shit, but guys have it so easy when it comes to fashion.

The practical effect of this brilliant stratagem was immediately apparent when Zach’s upsized pussy-pounder sprung skyward like a jack-in-the-box and swatted her square in the taint.

“Oh, god. I can feel you, Lover. That thing is fucking huge.” Stella whimpered, wriggling her perfect derriere atop his unbending girth. Another nudge from me, and it was sturdy enough to bear all her trifling weight without support. “I want it so badly, but that monster might split me in half. May I please ease it into my naughty kitty myself? Please, Sir. I swear I’ll make you so happy.”

“Do it, Babe, but don’t fuck about. I want to be inside you, and I want it now.”

Had to admit, I was warming to this more assertive version of Zach. Knew the fella had promise from the get-go. All he needed was a… nudge in the right direction.

Get it?

Alright, alright. Sheesh, tough crowd. I’ll see myself out.

“Mmmm… yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” Stella moaned out her gratitude, reaching a hand behind her rocking hips to stroke the stony length that jutted like a hotdog from between her firm buns. “Let me get you lubed up with my juices first. Then I will take care of everything.”

The angled position arched her spine alluringly, pushing those impressive knockers up and out as she slid along Zach’s meaty shaft as though it were a waterslide.

With one hand grasping his shoulder and the other fondling his bulbous tip, Stella smeared her saturated, insubstantial panties over every veiny inch of rigid manflesh. Soon, it was glistening like a greased pig, and she levered herself up his jacked torso, pulled aside the tiny strip of sodden lace, and notched him in her dewy cleft.

“Oooh! Aaaw, fuck..” Stella groaned, gnawing on her plump lower lip and slowly sliding down his spearing shaft. “I love how it feels when your giant cock spreads me out, sir. Mmhmm! I think you’ve already ruined me for other men.”

That almost made me laugh out loud. With the way I was twisting her mind up in knots of obsession for Zach, she won’t tolerate another man’s touch ever again. Then there were the thousands of extra pleasure receptors I’d threaded into her vaginal walls until every millimeter of her slick snatch was essentially one thrumming g-spot.

Did I mention that neither of them had a single blemish or deformity left anywhere on their enhanced bodies? Stella used to have a crooked toe from a childhood bicycling accident and an unsightly birthmark in her armpit. Not anymore. No diseases or injuries, either. Those are completely wiped away forever.

The pair of them could take up modeling or influencer careers at this point and have millions of fans simpering over their images in less than a week.

…or porn. Let’s face it. These two are definitely going into porn once they're done. Look out, internet!

“What other men? You’re mine now, babe!” Zach growled, crushing Stella back against the crumbling brick wall and thrusting roughly up into her ecstatic cunt. “This is the only dick you’ll ever need to pound that hot waitress pussy until you yowl like a cat in heat!”

“Yes, lover, YES! Make me your personal cum-slut, and I’ll worship that magnificent cock forever!”

Chips of red brick and mortar rained down under the **** of their fucking. There would be an imprint of a certain blonde’s sensational ass carved into the wall by the time they were finished. Not that they noticed it or would have cared.

Stella was cumming with every crash of his powerful hips. Her superhumanly gorgeous body humped convulsively back into Zach as a thundering drumline of percussive climaxes marched double-time through her blissed-out psyche.

“Jesus, babe, you’re one tight cunt!” He bellowed, manhandling her by the waist and jackhammering into her clingy wetness. “I can’t believe how good you feel, squeezing and milking me like a hot fucking glove!”

Stella’s hands were exploring his muscular shoulders and back. Her gravity-defying cleavage bounced, and her superb thighs squeezed desperately. She licked Zach’s neck and babbled words of purest worship in his ears.

“Oh god, oh sir! You’re hitting places so deep inside me… Hnnnh~! Keep doing that. Your huge, perfect dick is going to make me cum again… Aaah! Ne-never stop making me cum!”

Zach was lost in primal arousal. Steam was all but blowing out of his ears as the world’s newest super-stud jacked her on his prodigious prick like a living fuck toy. Stella flailed about, overloaded with ecstasy. Her glowing pink eyes rolled, and her pretty jaw hung slack.

That stunning face was the picture of mindless rapture, her glorious body shuddering with orgasmic tremors. Her muscles seized, and she would have toppled backward if Zach hadn’t grabbed her by the neck.

“Steady, girl. I’m not done with you yet.”

His voice was deep and gravelly. Harsh and commanding. It snapped Stella’s dizzy gaze back to him with blazing intent.

“Please, pleeeease~...” She gasped, grinning madly as her flawless face turned tomato red with overwhelming passion and an abrupt lack of oxygen. “Give it to me. I–I want you to bless my… ooomff~ fertile womb with your alpha seed. I’m begging you, sir. Please blow your delicious load deep inside my hungry pussy and fill it with your babies.”

“Holy faaaaark!”

Zach’s climactic roar drowned out the sounds of midnight traffic as he came like a cannonade and did exactly as the nice lady requested.

An inhuman amount of hot, virile spunk blasted out of his turbo-charged balls and into the euphorically screaming blonde mega-hottie.

Here’s a fun fact I happened to know: the average male human ejaculates roughly one to five milliliters of semen under normal circumstances.

Not my main man Zach, though. Nope. Not anymore.

When he got his rocks off, you better believe it started a goddamn landslide.

Jet after jet of sticky jizz rocketed into Stella’s baby box, stuffing it past physical capacity and pooching her flat tummy. The supernatural outpouring lasted for several minutes as they clung to each other until the dam was finally breached, and a river of creamy cum poured from between their joined sexes.

It splattered down between Zach’s feet. Forming a puddle of their mixed fluids, which glistened in the dull green light of the exit sign above the door.

I let out a gratified burp, leaned against a dumpster, and lit a cigarette.

“Wow. I mean, sweet baby Jesus, Stella. That was incredible.” Zach panted, still hard as a diamond and pulsating inside her. “Wait, are you on the pill? We didn’t use any contraception…”

“No, and if you had tried using a condom,” She giggled drunkenly, nuzzling his chin. “I’m a hundred percent sure it would have popped like a water balloon when you dumped that epic load inside me.”

That should have been like a bucket of cold water for the old Zach, but he just shrugged and gave Stella’s phenomenal butt a teasing spank.

She moaned whorishly in response and kissed him as though she were dying of thirst. The two of them were clearly winding up for another round when a siren chirped, red and blue lights flashed, and a patrol car pulled into the parking lot.

Well, fuck. Here came the fuzz to break up all my fun just when shit was getting good.

“Alright, kids. Funs over.” A faintly accented feminine voice drawled humorlessly through the vehicle's loudspeaker. “Step away from each other and make yourselves decent.”

Zach’s eyes met mine in a serious stare, and I returned him a very wide, very fanged grin brimming with lustful energy.

Maybe we weren’t done for after all…

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