Just Circe

Nothing.

Circe’s still here waiting.

You march over and take your place at the side of her throne and a step back. She shoots your cannon a distasteful look. “You know, you could give me some sort of magical fireball blasting staff if you didn’t want me ruining your theme. I could wear the shit out of a sexy purple dress or you know what-how about I go full-on harem girl with a veil and-“

Circe snaps, “No. Now simply be silent and think over your role in this.”

You silently mouth, “Fii-iine.” You think about your task once Wonder Woman arrives which is pretty simple. Whip out the license and ask her to have sex. Tell her to stand in the circle on the floor that marks the center of Circe’s magical ritual. Make her stay there and make her strip, dance, play with herself, whatever, so long as she stays in the circle long enough for Circe to finish her mysterious spell. She wouldn’t tell you what it does.

The sound of Circe’s fingers tapping constantly at her armrest comes to your attention. You can’t help yourself, “You know… I could help you take the edge off while we wait.”

“If that artifact comes out of your pocket, I will turn you into an egg and then step on you.”

You have problem with self-control. It’s really a wonder you’ve survived in this business this long. You step out in front of her with your hands empty and in the air. Your tone is needling, “Come on. Suck my cock. Just a little bit. You know you want to. It’ll make you feel so much better and pass the time.”

You kind of expect her to turn you into a bat or something, not worried about it because you know it won’t be long before she needs you human again to capture Wonder Woman. You are not at all prepared for her to give you an exasperated look and say, “Very well.”

She reaches out and grabs you by your bulge, pulling you over. Then she deftly unsnaps and unzips your pants. It is then you notice the corner of your license sticking out of your pocket and you wonder if it might be a magical item as apparently just looking at the corner was enough to change Circe’s mind. Wait. That’s silly. She just wants your beautiful prick. You smile and nod. Who doesn’t?

You sigh as she slides your briefs down and your now hardening cock swings out to gently slap her cheek. Nice. She sort of glares at you as she grabs it and puts the end into her mouth, giving it a few hard sucks, her fine cheeks going concave. You reach down and grab one of her big tits, your fingers sliding into her cleavage and pulling the fat boob from her purple corset. You grin when your finger tip rubs across her hard nipple and a little moan translates through her mouth to stimulate your cockhead.

“God, you love my big dick, don’t you?” you declare as you place a hand in her hair and guide her bobbing head up and down.

She glares at you, looking absurd with her lips spread around your girth. You pull out and urge her, “Tell me.”

“I love your big dick.” She admits with little feeling.

You groan, “Oh like you mean it, please! God, this thousands of years old super powerful sorceress and she’s in love with this twenty-five year old’s cock! Can’t get enough of it!”

This time she obeys and you can tell she is getting off on this. It totally turns her on that you can dominate her when it comes to sex, “I’m in love with a mere mortal’s phallus! I love it! It feels so good-ignites my loins-mphh” she ended her little speech by slurping your shaft back into her mouth and sucking on it like her life depended upon it. Below she slips a hand into the little purple panties that serve as her outfit’s answer for covering her modesty. She spanks and fondles that wet slit and moans some more around your fat cock.