On her knees

The sight of the legendary Wonder Woman kneeling in front of you would be enough to make any red-blooded hetero man hard. The beautiful heroine unbuckles your belt and pants, and unzips your fly; her hands brush lightly over the bulge in your underwear, sending a shiver of anticipation through your body.

She glances up at you. Her mouth is set in a hard line, there’s an angry glare in her eyes, and no hint of pleasure in her features. It could be a total mood killer for a lot of guys, but the fact that she’s servicing you against her will is totally your kink.

The Amazon Princess maintains eye contact as she grabs your underwear and suddenly tears the front open like it was made of tissue paper. OK, never had a woman do THAT before! She gives you a scornful smirk that’s clearly meant to be intimidating. “Is that meant to impress on me how much you could hurt me?” you ask with a lopsided grin. “Because all it does is remind me that you can’t hurt me.”

Well at least that takes the smirk off her face. She breaks eye contact and looks down at your exposed manhood, already stiff and eager. You’re may not be Travis Kelsie, but you’ve been in enough locker rooms to know you’re comfortably above average in that department. If Diana is impressed she makes no show of it, but given the circumstances you wouldn’t really expect her to. You can barely hear her muttered “at least it’s shaved.”

She reaches up with one hand and moves it along your erection, teasing it without quite touching it. She repeats that a few times, before one index finger makes contact with the lightest touch imaginable, running it up and down your length several times. Then a second finger and a slightly more substantial contact. And so on, adding more pressure and more digits until her whole hand is gently caressing your shaft, and her other hand has started lightly fondling your hairless ballsack.

You stick a hand in your pocket and pull out your phone. You're fumbling to turn the camera on one-handed when without looking Diana reaches up and slaps the phone out of your hand, knocking it across the room. OK you know what? That's fair. You should've added Pics Or It Didn't Happen to your oath. Can't even get mad about it.

You’re usually more of a “let’s get down to business” sort of guy and part of you burns to grab her head and hurry things along, but you have to admit the teasing is having the desired effect. You look down, scarcely able to believe this is happening. But there she is: tousled black curls, golden tiara, the face of an angel, those flawless shoulders and arms, and that breathtaking cleavage above her red-and-gold costume. It’s probably just as well she’s starting slow or you might’ve cummed just at the sight!

Soon both her hands are on your pole and her grip is more firm. Your mind is awash in the pleasure of it all, eyes closed, so it’s a (very pleasant) surprise when she leans in and kisses your balls, then starts licking and sucking them. Her hands on your rod become more insistent.

Your own hands can’t restrain themselves any longer, and grab handfuls of thick black Amazon hair. She’s definitely taking her time, and a small part of your brain that still has blood wonders why she’s not trying to get it over with as quickly as possible. But she promised to give you not just any blowjob but the best you’ve ever had, so the lasso must be preventing her from rushing. No complaints!

Then she plants a soft kiss on the head of your dick and there’s no blood left for thought. Still taking her time, she plants a string of kisses up and down your length with those luscious lips of hers. Then one hand drops down to stroke your testicles while the other guides your member into her soft mouth, and your erection reaches new levels of hardness.