This work is inspired by "My Reward" by Azil. Special guest appearance by McMartin.
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Sharon was getting on well in her new position as Rhianna's assistant (and her old one whenever I felt like going over to fuck her while Rhianna continued conversing with her while she kept typing or making phone calls while impaled and moaning on my dick). Now that she wasn't right out my door all the time, she was probably getting fucked less in the office than before, as I instead enjoyed the thrill of having a new assistant to fuck every day. She was getting it more at home now; I had power duplicate all my stuff so I was comfortably moved into the Prince house (I still called them the Prince family to distinguish from mu original family, even though Sharon had taken my name).
The company had grown by leaps and bounds due to Michelle's leadership and my incentive structure having driven business through the roof (sex sells might be a slogan in advertising, but sex motivates advertisers too). We were doing so well that Michelle and many other executives had bought new houses, and even the assistants had upgraded their cars. I actually had to tone things down a little as we had almost monopolized the advertising business in the area.
Sarah was well aware of this and was still after me for a car, but both Charlie and I put our feet down, telling her to get a part time job and earn it (though we were planning to help if we saw she was serious). With the weather improving, Sarah started bringing Ben to the pool (Yukiko seemed to have managed to set him up with Sarah) as well as some other friends, which meant more time with Yukiko for me. She finally came clean to Sarah (who was not at all shocked) about us.
A few weeks after the wedding, on the way to the office, it struck me that I didn't have any women chasing after me now that I had married Sharon, was dating Yukiko, and had my custom made secretary to fuck (on some days I might have to 'convince' her to have sex with me, but that was all just a game). I thought it might be amusing if every (attractive) woman I met today wanted to have their way with me, becoming horny as soon as I said hello, the attraction growing steadily stronger as we talked. I remembered how that usually went on TV and limited it to a reasonable level, and made sure I could say no (I didn't need anyone trying to axe murder me if I didn't fuck them).
I set this all up as I pulled out of Beth's driveway after fucking her over her table while Melissa ate breakfast. I stopped off at a gas station and went right inside (Power ensured my tank was always full) to 'pay'/see if I could get lucky. "Hello, I just need 10 gallons, on number 3," I said to the 60 year old lady behind the counter. I wasn't interested in her, so she just took my money and rang me up. I was about to leave when a young mechanic in baggy coveralls, covered in oil, came in from the attached garage, wiping her hands clean. Her hair was dirty blonde, tied in a messy ponytail, some of the hair slipping out of the tie and hanging limply free. Her body, though concealed in a baggy outfit, was clearly rounded and firm as far as I could tell. She ignored me as she went behind the counter to get something.
"Hi," I said to her nonchalantly, just to see how potent my voice was. As soon as I spoke, she set the parts she had come for down on the counter and turned to look at me with a glint in her eyes.
"Hiya, honey, how ya doin'?" she said happily, leaning over the counter in an attempt to look sexy that was ruined by her baggy outfit. The old lady looked up in surprise; I get the feeling she was not usually friendly with customers.
"Do you have any motor oil?" I asked the girl. The old lady started to respond for her, but before she could even point the mechanic hopped the counter, took my hand, and walked me over to the oil display.
"See, we have all kinds. There's 10w30, and... and all the other kinds." she said, starting to point them all out but realizing I hadn't said what I needed. She looked at me with hungry eyes. "I'm sure we've got what you need," she said, looked intently into my eye and bending over slightly, trying to draw my eyes to her but continuing to fail due to her outfit.
"I'll just go check what I need...," I replied, pointing to the door and making as if I was going to go out to my car. She grabbed my hand to stop me and brought it to her face, sticking a finger in her mouth and lightly sucking it.
"Wanda, I'm going to take my break now," she called to the other woman offhand, taking my finger out and guiding it to her coveralled breast. Wanda wanted to object but instead just said "Sure, Phyllis, but don't be too long" while looking puzzled at her own response.
Phyllis grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down, kissing me hard, stroking and caressing my back and ass before bringing her hands around to my crotch and lowering the zipper. She fell to her knees and lowered my pants, my cock hitting her in the face as she pulled down my trousers. She slammed me against the shelf, oil bottles going everywhere, and took my sick all the way into her mouth immediately. "Watch the merchandise!!" Wanda yelled, caring only for the destroyed shelving and not the public fellatio. I was so turned on from getting a blown in the back of a gas station shop by an overall clad mechanic desperate to have me, while other customers continued to mill about like nothing was happening, that I came quickly in her mouth.
Phyllis looked disappointed. "Guess ah sucked you a little too good, honey," she said ruefully, standing up and swallowing. A bit escaped and dripped down her chin.
"We aren't done yet," I replied. I grabbed the front of her overalls and pulled, the closure coming apart easily and the entire thing ripping in two to the waist as Wanda cried out in shock from the front, exposing Phyllis' bra-covered tits, nipples trying to poke holes through the cups. I let the tatters fall down to pool around her legs, and removed her bra with a quick yoink, then leaned in to give the erect nipples a few licks. It was too bad she dressed like she did; she was actually quite pretty, and I think she could have had her pick of the town is she tried. I cupped her hairy panty-clad crotch (not everyone can be clean shaven, especially if they aren't expecting action) as she pressed her breast into my mouth, pushing a finger into her hot pussy, her panties exploding out of the way at the slightest touch of my questing finger. It was very tight, but she was wet enough that I entered easily, playing with her clit for a moment before sliding into her fuckhole.
"I need to hurry, so turn around," I told her forcefully. She was smiling as she saw that my cock was fully erect and ready for more action. She quickly turned around, stepping out of the remains of the ruined overalls, and put her hands on the shelf, sticking her large, shapely ass out at me. A customer came over and reached in between her legs to pick up one of the fallen bottles of oil without so much as a glance at the naked, bent over girl getting ready to be fucked right next to them.
"Oh yeah honey," she said as she reached behind, opening her pussy lips. My cock slowly entered the tight, warm sheath, and Phyllis sighed with contentment as I slid in to the hilt, wiggling her ass as I hit bottom. "Now give it to me hard." I pulled out slow, then pushed back in fast, drawing a surprised yelp from her, then a moan. "Yeah, that's right honey. That's the way. Do it honey!" she encouraged, pushing back at me. I slammed hard into her several times, and she was cumming hard and loud after just a few strokes. I pounded her through her orgasm and she came again, even louder. Wanda (hands automatically working as she watched us open mouthed) kept ringing people up as they shopped as normal, though her eyes were locked on our rutting forms throughout. Phyllis hole eagerly milked me through several more orgasms until the constant contractions had me spraying inside her.
I pulled out as my pants zipped themselves up, Phyllis' underwear reassembling itself from the taters that had spread over the floor, bra reforming on her inch by inch, gradually lifting and supporting her as it hid them from my view. Her coveralls slithered back up over her body, gradually concealing her form again as the clothed rip zipped back up from her navel to her neck, though leaving her with that disheveled look that let you knew she had just been fucked (I thought it made her look sexy so I kept the cleaning just to the sweat and cum). The shelf righted itself, oil bottles flying back into place like a reversed video, another customer actually picking one out of mid air like it was nothing. Wanda shot me a dirty look as I was leaving the store, but Phyllis blew me a kiss as she grabbed her parts off the counter and headed back the garage. "Come on back if you ever need more... oil... ya hear?" Phyllis called as I left.
One would think that I could make it the couple minutes to the office without incident, but it wasn't going to be that kind of day. Suddenly there were sirens and flashing lights behind me. I was surprised, since Power usually means I don't have to worry about tickets.
"What's going on?" I asked, turning to the passenger seat where Power appeared after pulling over.
"You asked to be seduced by any attractive women you meet today, therefore I am not preventing you from meeting them," Power replied, before vanishing again.
I looked out the window as a cop walked up and knocked, indicating I should roll it down. An amazonian female trooper was standing there, her uniform tight but clearly for function and not form, and she leaned down to look in my window. The nametag above her badge identified her as Officer Andersen.
"Good morning, sir," she said politely as cops do, "may I see your license, please?"
