Sex Stories: Mr. LarsBar's Nut Factory

The pizza guy was doing another order and carrying another pizza box. At a fancy building, he waited for the elevator doors to open. He checked the receipt. 'Seventeenth floor. Okay, you got this.'

He didn't have to use the buzzer this time since by coincidence a resident had been leaving. Easy for him. The elevator doors opened and without thinking or glancing he stepped into the elevator. Balancing a box of piping-hot pizza in one hand, he barely noticed the towering figure already inside. His foot caught on the lip of the elevator, and in an instant, he tripped forward, pizza and all.

Luckily for him, he landed somewhere soft and the pizza remained in his hand.

Looking up, cheeks blazing, he realized he'd landed face-first into the ample, pillowy chest of none other than Diana Prince—the same woman he'd met before under nearly identical circumstances. Except that time, he'd tripped over a curb on a delivery outside, and yes, ended up right in the same place.

Some guys just had weird luck.

Diana looked down, a warm, amused smile playing on her lips. She stood tall, with long, sculpted legs emerging from a fitted, navy-blue skirt that ended high on her thighs, and her blouse was just a bit too tight, with the top buttons undone. A pair of glasses perched on her nose, somehow managing to add to her whole flawless-librarian vibe. She put one hand on her hip, tilting her head with a smile that only made him feel more like a stammering mess.

"Oh...uh...."

"You seem to have a knack for this," she teased, her voice soft and smooth. "You must really be drawn to me."

"Uh, s-sorry about that," he mumbled, backing away. The pizza was safe too, so it felt like he got really, really lucky there. "Didn't mean to, uh—"

Diana just laughed, clearly unbothered, straightening her blouse. "No need to apologize. It's nice to see you again," she said, with a grin that made him blush even more.

The pizza guy swallowed, forcing himself to focus. Don't stare, he reminded himself. But she was… stunning. And the fitted skirt that hugged her hips, those strong yet curvy thighs, the way her whole presence seemed to light up the cramped elevator—let's just say it took all his concentration not to trip over his words (again).

"So, what floor?" Diana asked.

"Uh, the 17th," the pizza guy managed, clearing his throat. "Top floor."

Diana nodded and pressed the button for him. They went up. Second floor, third floor, fifth floor. But then, just as the elevator began to hum to the seventh floor, there was a loud, mechanical groan and everything jolted to a sudden stop.

The lights flickered. Both of them swayed from the jolt, and before he knew it, the pizza guy was pressed back against the wall with a pizza in one hand—and Diana sort of fell backward… right into him.

And by into him, he meant that her amazing, heart-shaped butt was now grinding against his lap.

'Oh...! Oh wow!' he thought, feeling his entire face turn red as her ass pressed snugly against him. The elevator creaked again, rocking slightly, causing Diana to shift, her booty pushing deeper and deeper against him. Each little movement sent a jolt through him and he suddenly became aware of something even more unexpected.

Diana wasn't wearing anything under that skirt.

'Wait—she's… commando? Are you kidding me?!'

A single layer was all that was between the pizza guy's cock and Diana. Oh my god, suddenly, his own cock felt like it was bulging.

Still against him, Diana looked back over her shoulder, completely unbothered, with that same warm smile. "Well, seems we're stuck," she said, voice light, as if this sort of thing happened every day. "I hope you don't mind being pressed for a little longer." She gave a small, innocent wiggle, her hips shifting again. One hand was flat on the wall to keep steady.

But as for pushing herself away? No sign of that. She was keeping her ass right there against his crotch.

"N-no problem," he managed to squeak out, clutching the pizza like a life preserver as his face burned. He had no idea how long they'd be trapped here, but one thing was for sure—he was never forgetting this delivery.

The elevator gave another creak and gravity pushed Diana back into him, her perfectly sculpted, heart-shaped butt pressing even more firmly against his crotch. The pizza guy gripped the pizza box tighter, his face so hot he was pretty sure he was going to combust.

"This elevator is far too unstable. Just what happened?"

"Agreed," he said as he fought to keep his cool. But this? This was anything but cool. This was… possibly the greatest—and most overwhelming—moment of his life.

'Focus on the pizza. Focus on the pizza,' he repeated to himself. But with her blessed ass pressed against him, her body warm and soft against his, it was all he could do to keep it together. The way she moved, every subtle shift and adjustment, felt like it was designed to test every bit of self-control he had.

The elevator stopped.

Diana seemed completely relaxed, glancing around at the elevator walls and taking in the situation. "Hopefully maintenance won't take too long," she said, as though they were just stuck in line at the grocery store together. "But don't worry, we'll be fine as long as we stay steady." She flashed him a small smile, completely oblivious to the effect she was having. "Are you comfortable?"

"Y-yeah, fine," he managed, voice an octave higher than usual.

Another jolt from the elevator caused her to shift back into him, her ass pressing firmly into his crotch, and he swore he saw stars. This was either a blessing or the ultimate test of his patience, he wasn't sure which.

Twitch.

His pants suddenly felt tight. His cock writhed and rose, hugged by her ass cheeks, wanting escape. No, wanting to feel her ass more.

'God, I hope she didn't notice.' 

The elevator jolted again as it came to an abrupt halt at the tenth floor, the lights flickering ominously before steadying. The pizza guy blinked, clutching the pizza box like it was the only thing tethering him to reality.

Slowly, her ass left his very obvious bulge. Whether she noticed...

"Looks like we're stuck again," Diana said lightly, as though they hadn't just been playing an unintentional game of How Much Can This Poor Guy Take Before He Melts Into A Puddle of Awkwardness.

So what next? The elevator had stopped and Diana had left the pizza guy with his cock throbbing in his pants. The sheer bulge was so embarrassing and obvious that he had put the pizza boxes low to hide it.

"Hang on, if you will," she said.

The pizza guy blinked. "Hang on for—?"

With a low groan of metal, the elevator doors began to slide open. Diana's hands worked the steel apart like it was cardboard, her muscles flexing in a way that made his brain short-circuit.

'H-holy crap. Holy crap. Is this legal? Is she human!? She's bending steel!

He watched her biceps and forearms work effortlessly and his cock twitched again. There was something deeply, ridiculously attractive about someone who could casually bench press an elevator door and then act like it was nothing.

"There," Diana said, stepping back and brushing her hands off as though she'd just finished rearranging some furniture. "We're on the tenth floor. I live here." She turned to him, her eyes twinkling. She didn't seem to notice the unusual low placement of the pizza boxers. "The stairs are under construction, so unless you want to wait here alone, why don't you come up to my unit until the elevators are running again?"

"Uh… sure. If that's okay with you?"

Winking, Diana beckoned him over with two fingers. "Of course. Come on. It's better than sitting here in the dark."

*****

Diana's apartment was as effortlessly chic as she was—sleek modern furniture with subtle hints of something ancient and regal. The place smelled faintly of jasmine and something earthy, like sandalwood. It felt cozy, but with a strange air of mystery that made it clear the person who lived here wasn't just a corporate employee or librarian or whatever cover story she was running today.

"Make yourself comfortable," Diana said, slipping off her heels and padding barefoot across the living room. "I'm going to get changed."

"Uh, sure," he said, carefully sitting down on her couch.

'I've been face-first in her boobs and my dick was grinding against her ass. Now, I'm in her apartment.'

Diana disappeared into another room, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the faintly spicy scent of her perfume. He placed the pizza box on the coffee table and looked around, trying to find something, anything, to focus on other than the fact that Wonder Woman was getting changed in the next room.

When she returned, he wasn't ready.

Diana had swapped her business attire for a silky white nightgown that draped over her curves like it had been tailor-made by the gods themselves. The fabric was thin enough to outline what was a divine hourglass figure. The neckline dipped just enough to be distracting without being over the top. She held her hair back with one hand as she tied it into a loose bun, her other hand balancing two mugs.

What a woman.

Honestly, it was like Wonder Woman herself was in front of him. Those piercing eyes, those muscles, the height, and the boobs...

Diana had everything. She was truly a wonderful woman to look at no matter a man's type.

"I made coffee," Diana said, setting the mugs down on the table. She proceeded to sit beside him, just close enough that their knees brushed.

"I, uh… already had some," he lied, feeling the blood rush to his face again. The couch cushions shifted slightly as she sat, her proximity sending his senses into overdrive.

"More for me, then," she said, picking up her mug and leaning back, her posture relaxed yet effortlessly elegant. How did she do that? He could see her cleavage and yet she looked like a queen, not a slut or some overcompensating whore. Diana took a slow sip, her gaze drifting to him over the rim of her cup. "So, do you have plans?"

"P-plans?"

For what? A-a date!?

"For the future," Diana clarified. "You don't plan on doing pizza deliveries forever, do you?"

He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah. You know, it's a living. Keeps me busy. I might go back to college once I make enough money."

Diana smiled, setting her mug down. "That's good. You seem to have a habit of running into me in unusual ways. What are the odds?"

He swallowed hard, suddenly hyperaware of how close she was. "I guess, uh… maybe I've got good timing?"

"Or bad timing," Diana said. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes sparkling as they roamed over him. "Or maybe fate just has a sense of humor."

The beautiful, glorious lady leaned back. She was older than him, right? She had to be. She crossed her legs and he looked away. "So, tell me," she said with a small giggle, "do all your deliveries end up this… eventful?"

He shook his head quickly, laughing nervously. "No, definitely not. Usually, it's just… drop off the pizza and go. This is… uh, very different."

She smiled and her shoulder leaned into his. She was very much teasing him. "Good different?"

"Y-yeah," he stammered, gripping the edge of the couch like it might save him from spontaneously combusting. "Definitely good different."

Diana's smile widened, her eyes warm as they lingered on him for just a moment longer than necessary. "I'm glad," she said simply, reaching for her coffee again.

As she sipped, the pizza guy tried desperately to get his thoughts under control. 'Focus on the coffee. Focus on the pizza. Don't focus on the fact that the most beautiful woman you've ever seen is sitting right next to you in a nightgown.'

But focusing was impossible when Diana Prince was involved. And judging by the small, knowing smile tugging at her lips, she knew exactly what she was doing.

"You seem nervous. Don't be."

"O-okay."

No pizza box. Only seated with his hands on his thighs. At long last, she saw it: his bulge. Diana was not surprised. She knew. Of course she knew. The black-haired beauty reached out, her fingers brushing against his cheek, and he felt his breath hitch. "Honesty," she murmured, her lips curving into a smile. "I like that."

Her hand slid down to his chest and he felt his heart pounding beneath her palm. She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "Do you want to stay a little longer?"

He swallowed hard. 'This isn't happening. This can't be happening.' But her scent was intoxicating, her presence overwhelming, and before he could think, he nodded.

Diana smiled and it was like the sun breaking through the clouds. "Good."

In a small turn, she was on top of his lap and pushed him till his back was flat on the sofa. She was close, too close, foreheads touching, her body pressed against his, and he could feel the heat radiating from her.

Her hand slid down his chest, her fingers teasing the hem of his shirt. "You're tense," she murmured, her lips brushing against his. "Relax."

He tried, he really did, but her touch was electric, stirring something deep inside him.

"Ooh! Impressive!"

She could feel it, his cock stretching his pants, rising up until it was between her ass cheeks. This gown was different from her skirt; it was thin enough to almost be transparent. It made it feel like he was touching her booty right then and there. Diana was stunned for a moment. She wasn't fully seeing it. It was only the shape of it tightly stretched by his pants and yet...

This pizza man was bigger than Steve Trevor. No doubt about it.

"You're packing a hammer, hm?"

Diana smiled. She shifted until she could glance down at the bulge. Licking her lips, confident and poised, her fingers hooked beneath his waistband. Unbuttons were undone and—

"Hera...!"

The biggest cock she had ever seen slapped against her six-pack abs. She couldn't believe it. Her lips parted in surprise. "T-this is...quite the cock...!"

The pizza guy flushed, unsure of how to respond. He'd always been self-conscious about his size, but the way she was looking at him now made him feel like a god. Her hand wrapped around the base, her touch gentle but firm, and he felt his body respond instantly.

"This is beautiful," she whispered, her eyes meeting his. "Do you know that?"

He was unable to speak, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his, and he felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through him. While giving him his first kiss, she gave him his first handjob too. Her hand moved slowly, deliberately.

'H-her hands are so big...'

A perfect fit for his girthy cock.

Then faster. Faster, faster, faster. He was fully hard. Twelve inches of cock that Diana could not believe was actually here.

He didn't know it but the strongest woman on the planet was giving him this handjob. Her touch was quite literally divine.

He threw his head back, a moan escaping his lips, and she smiled, her fingers tightening around him. "That's it," she murmured, low and sultry. "Such a good boy~!"

The pizza guy didn't think himself a quickshot but by god, he felt like cumming already. Diana wouldn't allow it, not yet, and so she slowed her pace. He groaned in frustration, his hips thrusting forward. Her handjob went a bit loose.

Schlap, schlap, schlap!

She didn't all the pre-cum. Her skin was smooth and buttery and built perfect to please men. Diana's gorgeous blue eyes locked on his.

"Not yet, big boy. I want to taste you."

Diana Prince was a big, strong woman. Never in a million years did the pizza guy think she would willingly go on her knees to suck dick, yet she did. Her lips closed around him and and his mind went blank. Her mouth was hot, wet, and she took him deep.

"Mmm~!"

As in, eight inches deep. She was damn talented at this. Retreating back to the tip, smirking, her tongue swirled around the tip. He cursed, his hands taut and his balls trembling with pleasure. This shit was just different.

Already, he felt himself edging closer to the brink. "I'm gonna—" he started, his voice hoarse, but she didn't stop, her mouth moving faster, her hand working him in time with her lips.

A double-handed blowjob. Quite literally the peak of giving head. No man could have withstood this for long. No man.

Eyes up, lips locked to his balls with his cock fully in her throat, the pizza guy nutted. Wonder Woman swallowed every last drop, her lips never leaving him. He came buckets. Everything his balls could muster. This wonderful woman did not lose, however. Six-foot-two and a hundred seventy-five pounds of muscle, her throat was tight, dedicated, and crafted. Her divinity especially to sucking and swallowing.

Not a single trickle leaked. She took it all down.

The pizza guy was gasping and practically slouching on the couch. Panting, gasping, and drained.

Diana pulled back from the big dick, saliva and cum fused together. "Gah...!" His cock flopped out of her mouth and her tongue flicked out to catch the last traces of him. Diana smiled up at him, her eyes shining.

"Not bad," Diana praised, eyes twinkling. "I do hope you can go again."

He should have figured something was up with her. However, this being his first time, he thought all women could do this. No, only Wonder Woman could deepthroat and swallow a twelve inch dong like it was nothing and then make it nut in a couple minutes.

She was a one-of-a-kind. Smirking, Diana tugged on her gown and ripped it from her form. Gotham's pizza guy had never sprung to life so hard. His cock was ready.

Big boobs, muscles, a kind smile, and eyes that loved more than anything.

This was the Princess of Themyscira, the Warrior of Truth and Justice, and she was happily going down on this normal man. He felt his body respond instantly. "Wait," he gasped. "Oh god! Y-you're so..."

"Mmmmph?"

Diana was smirking even with a mouthful of cock. God, she was sexy.

She didn't stop, her mouth going back to the tip and then taking him deep. "Oh god," he moaned, his hips thrusting forward, and she took him all the way, her throat constricting around him.

T-this woman...

He was actually going to cum in less than one minute.

She was so pretty. She really was. Imagine having this beautiful woman looking up at you while she was sucking your cock. The pizza guy saw porn like any other guy but this was different. This one was so, so damn good?

It was because of them were both amazing in their own right. Look at the size of that dick, of course Wonder Woman lost brain cells. The "stop thinking, suck dick" switch flipped on.

"Mmm~!" Diana pulled out, smirking. His big dick was red and dripping with cum; and no, these were not remnants from the blowjob thirty seconds ago. This was now. "Men can be sensitive, hm?"

Her beefy hands lifted his cock to point it upwards and began servicing his balls. "H-huh...? Y-you don't have to...!"

"Mmm!" Her tongue went from the bottom to the side and then to the point where his satchel connected to the base. Diana smiled throughout it all. "I want to, Angel."

Even her voice was erotic. Slow and sultry when it needed to be. Confident and wanting. Being loved and needed by a woman like this...

Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!

Any normal man would have erupted and splattered their load all over her face. Diana blinked, shocked that his cock escaped his grip. It splashed onto her face, jerking and writhing. Cum flew over and struck the table behind her. Diana attempted to shift herself and get a hold of it but the cock escaped again.

He was cumming like crazy. Her face, her hair, her boobs: he covered her with cords upon cords of cum. By the time he was done, Diana looked like slutted-up whore. A dozen men must have worked together to turn her into a shell-shocked lady. All those beefy muscles, all that strength, and she ended up like this.

Like some whore.

The pizza guy gasped for air. He saw Diana blinked, shocked. Truly shocked. "O-oh, so sorry!"

Diana said nothing until she flicked some of his cum off her cheek and smiled. "I'm going to wash my face."

***

The pizza guy sat there with the biggest boner in his life for one minute. One minute was too long frankly. The anticipation, the build-up, and the need to look back on what just happened. This woman, Diana, just who was she? Was she just a pent-up horny chick? Or something else?

He had no time to think about it.

"I hope you missed me."

She was here. His breath hitched, his eyes wide with wonder as he took in the sight of her.

"You're…" he started, but words failed him. Diana was beyond description, beyond anything he had ever seen or imagined. Her body was a masterpiece, a testament to strength and beauty, and he felt unworthy just being in her presence.

His dick twitched and pre-cum rolled off the tip and down to the couch.

The six-foot-two woman walked up to him. His cock, already hard and throbbing, stood at full attention, impossibly large and thick.

Her eyes dropped to his length, and once again, he saw a flicker of surprise in her expression. Her lips parted, and she let out a soft, almost imperceptible gasp. "Such a magnificent cock. Heracles would be jealous."

'Heracles? L-like the Greek hero?' 

Confusion aside, his face flushed with both pride and embarrassment. He wasn't used to this kind of attention, especially not from someone like her. But the way she looked at him—like he was the most incredible thing she'd ever seen—made his heart race.

She knelt before him, her hands closing around his thighs. His dick pointed upwards and her breath was warm against his nutsack. Pointing the big schlong downward, she pressed a soft kiss to the bottomside of the head, her lips brushing against him with a tenderness that made him gasp.

"Are you sure you're not a god?"

"I… I'm not," he stammered, his voice barely audible. But she didn't seem to hear him. She was too captivated, too focused on the task at hand. Her hands moved to his shaft, her fingers wrapping around him as she began to stroke him slowly, deliberately. Her touch was firm and all-encompassing, her grip just tight enough to make him moan.

"You should be. I'm sure if I took you back to my home, they would love you."

He couldn't help but shiver at her words. He had never been worshipped like this, never felt so desired. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and he wanted more.

And more she gave. Diana's lips closed around the tip of his cock and he felt her tongue swirl around him in slow, deliberate circles. She was no longer going fast. She was acting with the passion and patience of an ancient warrior. Her mouth was warm, wet, and perfect, and he couldn't hold back a moan as she took him deeper, her lips sliding down his twelve inch shaft.

"God, yes," he gasped, his hands gripping the edge of the couch for support. She was incredible, her mouth working him with a skill that left him speechless. He had never experienced anything like this—her lips, her tongue—both working in perfect harmony to bring him to the edge.

This was a pure blowjob. No hands needed. As a matter of fact, she put her hands behind her. Somehow, that made everything all the more hotter.

Her eyes met his and he saw the fire in them, the hunger that mirrored his own. She wanted this as much as he did, and the thought only heightened his pleasure. His balls were ready to explode for the third time today.

"Please." He was close, so close, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on. But she seemed to sense it, her pace slowing as she pulled back, leaving him throbbing and desperate.

"H-huh...?"

"Not yet," Diana said, smiling kindly. "I want to savor you."

He felt a rush of anticipation as she climbed onto the couch, pushing him down and straddling him with ease. His back down flat, her thighs pressed against his hips, and Diana smiled. "Don't be nervous," she said as she cupped his cheek. "You have a lovely cock."

A huge woman with a huge rack. Her nipples were pink and he wanted to grope them. Smiling, Diana grabbed one of his hands and let him. Wow.

He didn't know it but he was groping Wonder Woman's left tit. He was living the dream of billions of men all over the world. As his fingers softly brushed up her nipples, her ass cheeks rubbed his towering erection. Both of them were teasing, although one was with full confidence and the other with a degree of anxiety.

Diana's face came close. "Do you think we're going too fast?"

"N-not really." His other hand went to her other boob. Yeah, he wasn't going to be stopping this. "T-thank you."

"No." She reached back, her fingers wrapping around his cock as she positioned him at her entrance. "Thank you. I can't wait to feel you inside me."

And then she sank down onto him, taking him inch by inch until he was buried deep within her. He gasped, his hands gripping her hips. She wasn't moving, she was there. Diana inhaled sharply. "Oh Hera~! I-it's so big~! Nngghh~! I-I think...!"

On instinct, he hurled his hips upward. Diana went wide-eyed.

"I THINK I'M CUMMIIIING~!"

One thrust, one orgasm.

Wonder Woman did not immediately fall to his cock. No, from that first orgasm, she began to bounce on his dick. "Ngh~! Ah~! Oh~! Oh~!" She smiled and looked down on him. Her body rising and falling with a rhythm that left him breathless. "Y-your dick! I-it's so good~! Y-you're quite, nngggh, something! Haaah~!"

The pizza man moaned, his head falling back against the couch. She was tight, wet, and perfect, and he felt like he was in heaven. Her hands moved to his chest, her fingers splayed as she rode .

"Yes, yes, yes! You feel SO good~! So good~!"

Looking down on him, bouncing on his dick and looking happy and beautiful...

Her boobs jiggled. Her glorious black hair ran down her shoulders and back beautifully. 

Yep, he only lasted ten seconds.

He couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry, he spilled his seed inside her womb. Diana did not expect it and moaned. "Nggghhh~!" Her own climax hitting her when he filled her up, her body trembling as she leaned forward, her forehead resting against his. "C-cumming already!? T-that's...nggghhh~!"

They came together. They came pathetically.

She was like a queen and he was a servant.

"Haah...haahhh~!" Their lips almost touched as they kissed. Diana laughed. "You came pretty quick, didn't you?"

She laughed a little more. She didn't mind. It was hot to be that loved. She knew she was hot but this? This was new and different.

Something inside him shifted. The nervousness that had plagued him earlier was gone, replaced by a boldness he didn't know he possessed. He wasn't just going to let her control this. No, he thought, this time, I'm in charge.

Without a word, he grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing them tight and then slapping them. Like drums, he started spanking them until Diana bit her bottom lip. That was when he kissed her and rose. They were both kissing, connected, and seated on the couch.

Then he started thrusting.

Diana moaned, momentarily stunned. She didn't notice as less and less of his cock started pistoning out of her.

"Oh~! Nggghh~! Y-you're doing such a good job! Haah~! Hnnngghh~!" Diana tried to be the encouraging good princess she was.

Then his cock slipped out and she gasped. Her cunt was gaping and her soul and mind missed his big dick. Stunned from the lack of cock, she was like goo and did nothing as he turned her around. Ass up and face down, he steadied his cock and rammed it inside.

"W-wait...!"

Too late.

He didn't respond with words. His hands moved to her waist, and before she could react, he yanked her backward, his cock kissing her womb. Diana let out a sharp cry, her hands gripping the sofa tightly as she felt the tip of his massive cock pressing against her entrance again.

Every single inch of was being used.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

Every. Single. Inch.

Fast and hard, he fucked her brains and Diana was suddenly wide-eyed and gasping.

"Hera! HERA~! OH GOD~! Y-YOUR COCCCKK~! YOUR COCK~! SSHOOO DEEEP~!"

Slobber was falling. Oh god, she was slobbering like a dog. The princess, she couldn't believe it!

"TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH COCCCKK~!! IT'S TOO MUCCCHH~! I'M ALREADY CUMMIIIING~!"

He didn't stop. He thrust into her faster and faster, his full length repeatedly burying itself inside her in one swift motion. This wasn't half his cock, it was all of it every single time. Diana's head snapped back, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she felt herself stretch around him.

"Y-YOU STUUUD~! HNGGHH~! YOU'RE AMAZING! YOU'RE A GOD~! Y-YOU'RE POUNDING ME AND FUCKING ME JUUUUST RIGGGHHHT~!"

But this was Wonder Woman. She had insane grip.

But he didn't give up. His hands gripped her ass cheeks tightly and he began to pound into her with a ferocity that left her breathless. This was his full speed, his full passion. His balls slapped against her. Her legs trembled, her knees threatening to give out as he hammered into her from behind.

"LOVE IT, LOVE IT, LOVVE IIIT~! HNNGGHH~! I CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE NEVER BEEN FUCKED BY A COCK THIS GOOOOOD~!"

Wonder Woman was smiling and grinning. She looked over her shoulder, only to gasp and moan loudly as she orgasmed. She couldn't look back, only forward.

Suddenly, she imagined it. Her future with this man. Getting engaged, getting dicked down, getting married, getting pounded on their wedding night, giggling over a slice of pizza, and then getting creampied during the honeymoon.

In a flash, she imagined her future with this unknown man.

All because his dick was THAT good.

Diana's moans turned into cries, her voice breaking. "C-can't! Can't stop! Can't stop CUMMING~!" Her hands clawed at the sofa as she came, her body convulsing around him. But he didn't stop. He kept pounding into her, his cock slamming into her with a force that left her gasping for air.

"I—I can't stop cumming!" Diana wailed, her voice high-pitched and desperate. So unlike the warrior princess. "Your cock—it's too much! I can't—NNGGGGHH~!"

He didn't let up. His hands siezed her wrists and used them to clap her cheeks harder.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

She could feel him inside her, his cock filling her completely, stretching her in ways she never thought possible.

Until he stopped.

At the end of the day, the pizza guy was a polite guy. A normal man.

"Gonna cum," he said calmly and with a smile. "Inside or out?"

Every polite man knew to ask before cumming.

Diana's mind was a haze of pleasure, her body completely at his mercy. She was fucking panting. Not even Ares, the literal God of War, had exhausted her this much during their battles. "Please," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, cum inside me. I need it—I need your cum!"

"Got it! He grunted, his hands gripping her tighter as he slammed into her with a force that left her screaming. Diana's legs gave out, but he held her ass up, his cock never leaving her as he continued to pound into her.

"I'm—I'm cumming again!" she cried, her voice breaking as another wave of pleasure hit her. Her body spasmed around him, her moans filling the room as she came harder than she ever had before. "CUMMIIING AGAIIIN~!"

The pizza guy did too. He grunted and dumped his load inside her. Ass high and face low, Diana just took it. She couldn't slam back, her eyes rolled back and she just took it.

He extracted his cock out of her and huge lake of cum poured out of her divine cunt. He gave one last slap to her ass cheek. He didn't know it but he creampied Wonder Woman. The Wonder Woman.

Diana almost looked pathetic, if not for that smile on her face.

"Nggh..." That smile turned to a challenge. "A...again..."

...

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Two hours later.

Diana was pressed to the wall and getting railed. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands gripping his shoulders as he thrust into her over and over again.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

Pussy juice fell from where they were connected.

"YES, YES, YES, YES, YESSSHH~!"

Calm down Diana. That was what she constantly told herself. Don't lose to some pizza guy.

"Y-you're doing s-such a good jobbbb~!" But when she did try not to moan and scream, she whimpered. She sounded utterly pathetic. 

His hands gripped her ass tightly as he plowed into her, her moans echoing off the walls. Diana's head fell back, her eyes closing as she lost herself in the pleasure. She didn't feel the wall touching her skull. All she felt was cock.

"Yessss~!" Diana gasped. "Yes, I'm yours! Fuck me—fuck me harder!"

Diana's moans turned into screams, her body convulsing as she came again and again. But he didn't stop. He kept going, his cock slamming into her with a ferocity that left her breathless.

"I—I can't take it anymore! Please—please, I can't—NNGGGGHH~!"

Diana wanted to take over. She wanted him to let her control a round. The pizza guy was innocent. He thought he wasn't good so he fucked her better. His hands moved to her shoulders. Diana could hold herself up.

He kissed her. He made out with her. Her big boobs were lovingly hugging his bare chest. The pizza guy was nude and plowing this Justice League slut without knowing she was apart of the Justice League. He thought she was just some slut.

"I'm—I'm cumming again!" High-pitched and desperate. Diana NEVER thought she end up like this in the World of Man. However, her body spasmed around him, from her pussy to her toes, her nails digging into his shoulders as she came harder than she ever had before.

But he didn't stop. He kept pounding into her, his cock slamming into her with a force that left her gasping for air.

"Hera, your cock is so big!" Diana wailed. I—I can't stop cumming! I can't—NNGGGGHH~!"

Indeed, this would not be ending for a long, long time.

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Seven hours passed. The pizza had gone cold. He forgot about the order and was busy dicking down a stranger in her own bed.

Wonder Woman...

She was embarrassed. She couldn't believe it but she was embarrassed and ashamed of herself.

The rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh filled the room, a steady, unrelenting beat that seemed to sync with Diana's shallow breaths. Her face was pressed into the mattress, hands gripping the sheets as the pizza guy behind her drove his cock deeper with every thrust. She covered her face trying to stifle the moan threatening to escape.

This can't be happening.

But it was. And it had been for hours.

She couldn't keep going. But this man...

"You doing okay?" the pizza guy asked, his voice strained but casual, as if he were checking on a customer's order. His hands gripped her hips firmly, thumb on her ass cheeks. He was relentless, dominant in a way she hadn't expected—hadn't prepared for. And he didn't even seem to realize it.

"Mmm… yes," Diana managed, her voice muffled. Her body trembled as he hit that spot inside her again, and she buried her face deeper into the mattress to hide the involuntary shudder that ran through her.

How does he keep doing this?

She was Wonder Woman, for gods' sake. She wasn't supposed to be… this. So utterly undone. So completely dominated. And yet, here she was, on her knees, her body betraying her with every thrust.

The pizza guy leaned forward, his chest brushing against her back as he whispered in her ear, "You feel amazing." His breath was hot, his voice low and rough, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel him everywhere—his hands, his cock, his words—and it was overwhelming. She hated how much she loved it.

"T-thank you," Diana stammered, sounding like he had some hours ago. She was mortified. This wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to want this. But she did. Oh, gods, she did.

He pulled back slightly, adjusting his angle, and then he thrust into her again, harder this time. Diana gasped, hands going away from her face and her nails clawing at the sheets as her body arched against her will. She could feel him pressing against her walls, stretching her, filling her in a way that made her feel… complete. It was maddening.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

The pizza guy grunted, his pace quickening, and Diana could feel the throbbing building inside her again. His cock and her pussy, they were both about to climax. She was close—so close—but she couldn't let it happen. Not again. She'd already come more times than she could count, and each time left her more ashamed of herself than the last. But her body didn't care. It wanted more.

"You're so tight."

Of course she was tight, she probably had the tightest cunt in the world. She was Wonder Woman.

He just laughed and plowed her cheeks like she was some slut. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her in place as he fucked her with a rhythm that was almost brutal in its intensity. Diana bit her lip so hard she thought it might bleed, but it wasn't enough to stop the moan that escaped her.

"Nggghh~! Gssshkkk~!"

Muffle. It was better to sound muffled than to sound like a whore. She could feel her orgasm building, unstoppable and all-consuming, and she hated herself for it. But she couldn't stop it. Not now.

The pizza guy's thrusts became erratic, his breathing ragged, and Diana knew he was close too. Thank god, he was finally making mistakes. He was finally getting exhausted. She could feel it in the way his cock twitched inside her, in the way his grip on her hips tightened almost painfully. And then, with a low groan, he came, his cum filling her as his body shuddered against hers.

Diana's own orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her and leaving her gasping for air. Her body convulsed, her walls clamping down around him as she came harder than she ever had before. It was too much—too intense—and she felt like she was drowning in it.

The pizza guy collapsed on top of her, his breath hot against her neck as he tried to catch his own breath. "That was… wow," he said.

Yep, he was done.

A whole hour after Diana thought she was done for. Her black hair was sweaty and sticky, clinging to her face in strands that showed she couldn't move. Her legs and her arms, they were dead.

She could feel him softening inside her, but he didn't pull out. Instead, he stayed there, his weight pressing her into the mattress, and she hated how safe it made her feel.

But then her phone rang.

The shrill sound broke the silence, and Diana's heart skipped a beat. She knew who it was without looking. Steve. Of course. She hesitated, her mind racing as she tried to figure out what to do.

"Oh, you can go get that."

"Um… yes," Diana said, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached for her phone, her hand trembling as she picked it up. She could feel the pizza guy's cock still inside her, and she hated how much she didn't want him to leave.

"Hello?" Diana answered, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Diana, it's Steve," came the voice on the other end. "I just wanted to check in. Everything okay?"

Diana swallowed hard, her body tensing as she felt the pizza guy shift behind her. He was still inside her, his cum and cock and her own juices a constant reminder of what they'd just done. "Yes, everything's fine," Diana said, her voice strained.

That was when it happened. That big soft cock inside her? It got hard again.

Fuck.

"I-I'm just… busy."

Steve paused, and Diana could feel his suspicion even through the phone. "Are you sure? You sound… off."

"Mmm… I'm fine," Diana said, her voice trembling as the pizza guy began to move again, his fat cock sliding in and out of her with agonizing slowness. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.

Gods, he's not stopping.

"If you're sure," Steve said, his tone still wary. "Call me if you need anything."

"I will," Diana managed, her breath hitching as the pizza guy's thrusts became more deliberate. She could feel him growing harder inside her, and she hated how much she wanted him to keep going.

The call ended, and Diana dropped the phone, her body trembling as the pizza guy leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear. "Sorry about that, I got horny."

"I-i-it's okay."

"Hopefully not a boyfriend?"

"N-no. Nggghh~! Definitely not." Her voice broke as he thrust into her again, harder this time. She could feel her body responding, her walls clenching around him as he drove her closer to the edge once more.

The pizza guy smiled and he his thrusts became more intense, and Diana could feel herself unraveling all over again.

"Gods," she moaned, her voice muffled by the sheets. She was losing control—again—and she hated how much she didn't care.

The pizza guy's hands slithered over to her chest. Her breasts, big and round, were DDs and this man...

He lifted her by the boobs slightly in order to grope them on top of fucking her. Nobody could treat Wonder Woman like this, except him.

Diana felt herself obeying and submitting to him before she even realized it.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. The pizza guy groaned, his cock throbbing inside her as he came too, his cum filling her once more.

Nobody spoke or screamed. There were only moans of satisfaction. Diana...she was just too tired.

Even with all her gifts, her clay-made body went limp, her face buried in the mattress as she tried to catch her breath. The pizza guy stayed inside her.

But then he shifted, pulling out of her, and Diana felt a wave of emptiness wash over her. She hated how much she wanted him to stay.

"That was… something," the pizza guy said, his voice still rough. Diana could hear the smile in his voice and she hated how much it made her stomach flutter.

She didn't respond. She couldn't. Instead, she lay there, her body still trembling, as the pizza guy climbed off the bed and began to get dressed. She hated how much she didn't want him to leave.

"I'll, ah, go now."

Go? Wait, what? W-what did that mean? Go...?

Like go away?

Go for a shower?

The pizza guy gave her one last lingering look, and then walked out the door, leaving Diana alone in the wreckage of her bed—and her pride. Creampied, eyes rolled back, tongue out, and about to pass out.

Did he go for a shower? Or to leave her? As she passed out, she prayed with all her heart that it was the first.