Waitress Face Buster 
By GJ



I went into a new restaurant that opened up in a posh area of the City called
The New Approach. It was hugely high priced. Taking a table at the back of the
restaurant facing the entire expanse of this eatery, I looked around. I was
always looking for women with huge muscles. I wanted to worship them and have
my face broken by them. I had my own private recon surgeon at my beck and
call. So far I had it redone three times.

Suddenly, a waitress appeared. She looked like an Amazon. She must have
weighed at least two hundred fifty lbs of solid muscle. Her breasts had to be
at least forty-four inches, her ass about forty-two inches, her bis( she had
on short-sleeved waitress uniform) looked to be about nineteen inches as did
her calves.Precum dripped from my dick instantly.

Offering me a menu, I asked what was good here as I was new to this eatery.
Smiling at me, and scratching her head, as if she was in thought, her huge
bicep jumped up and down several times. That did it. I came all over my
underwear. It was going to be a very uncomfortable meal.

Smiling at me now, as she picked up instantly that I was focused on her huge
arm, she interjected, " I think you should try our steak. You are a very
scrawny little fellow and you need some building up. I could break your jaw
with one back-handed slap if I wanted. Would you like that, Mr. Wet Pants?"

Cumming a second time, she could see me shutter. Then I calmed down. "I guess
you are right bout the steak", I answered back."As far as the broken jaw slap,
I have a doctor on call who can handle any face breaking." Then she came
closer to me. I could smell the sweat under her armpits and see tuffs of it
hanging down. I was instantly in love. You see I loved powerful women who wore
glasses. There was a combination of intelligence and power...mixed in
together.

I found out her name was Danielle and she came from Yugoslavia. She was on the
boxing team in high school and had a 50 knockout record.Every one of her
opponents ended up in the recon ward of the hospital. Of course, their doctors
were not all that good, and so her opponents had broken faces for the rest of
their lives. She migrated to our country to get into the Mistress
Business...where the money could be made easily.

Smiling and winking at me, knowing that she had me in her spell, she
continued, "My fee is $500/hour and any real kinky stuff is an extra thousand
for each request.By the looks of you, you must have lots of cash. How about a
"treatment?" Answering in a nanosecond, I concurred.

Putting her huge fist up to my face I began kissing it, as she flexed that
huge bicep. That steel muscle danced as her fist moved on its own. In a second
I could hear a crack, and blood began to drip into my glass of water. Soon it
was pink colored and I was out cold on the table.

Picking me up in her arms, she carried me out to a waiting Tesla convertible.
Depositing me in the trunk, she drove towards her estate somewhere on Dune
Road, in the Hamptons. I woke up just as we pulled up to her magnificent
home."Not yet, Baby, Mommy wants you back to sleep, and she put my jaw on her
peaked bicep and flexed once. My jaw exploded into fragments. Her med team,
made up entirely of Amazons, were now on their way.