Pizza Guy vs Wonder Woman

Some random pizza guy's big cock versus Wonder Woman's passion and love. Who would win? Who came on top?

Actually, who the fuck cared? It was heaven for both. For a woman capable of shattering mountains to finally submit. For a man to earn the respect of arguably the most revered woman on the planet.

Wonder Woman was a symbol of peace equal to Superman himself. She was an icon who pushed for peace between all nations and pushed for a world where women could shoulder-to-shoulder with men. It was a man's world and she took to dismantling the superiority that ordinary males believed in.

If one was to submit, they must do it in their own time and of their own accord. They must believe in it truly and fully, and not allow a system to impede it on them. That was her rationale, her belief.

Wonder Woman chose to believe and submit to this pizza delivery man. In her most private moments, none of the arrogant male Senators or Ministers she conversed with realized that she took part in it. She wanted to worship men and their cocks. She simply hadn’t found the right man for the job.

“A worthy offering,” she purred.

Until now.

Before he could even process the compliment, her hands were on him again. Not gentle, not asking. Commanding. She rose to her full, imposing height in a single, fluid motion, the golden armor of her bodice glinting in the slivers of alley light. The Amazon hauled him up from his slumped position against the brick as if he were made of straw, pinning him firmly to the cold wall with her body.

Her lasso had a firm grip on his cock. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the pulse he could feel throbbing in his own, now painfully hard, cock.

“You said anything,” Wonder Woman whispered in a low thrum that vibrated through his very bones. Her lips were inches from his, tasting warm and sweet. “The truth of that vow still binds you.”

“Yes,” he gasped, the word torn from him. It was the truth. He was hers.

A triumphant, dangerous smile touched her lips. With one hand still splayed on his chest, holding him in place, she used the other to hike up the deep red skirt of her battle attire and rip apart her shorts. The movement was swift and utterly devoid of shyness. She guided his cock by tugging on the lasso.

And then she was guiding him in.

The head of his cock found her entrance, slick and impossibly hot. Wonder Woman didn’t ease onto him; she took him, sinking down in one smooth, devastating motion that stole the air from both their lungs. He cried out, a ragged sound of pure shock and pleasure, as her tight, velvety cunt enveloped him completely.

“Gods…”

Her cunt had NEVER stretched this much to accommodate a mere man. Yet here she was, Wonder Woman, attempting to grant an impossible girth.

Wonder Woman breathed, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Her head tipped back, a faint sheen of sweat already gracing her powerful throat. Her inner muscles clenched around him, an involuntary, powerful spasm of pleasure that made him see stars. “No man… no god has ever filled me like this.”

She looked down at him. She heaved and smiled. She had done this before, though the pizza guy did not realize it. She was Diana Prince, the woman he had seduced him at the elevator and fucked in her room.

So she could do it. She could take it.

Wonder Woman began to move, a slow, rolling grind of her hips that was pure ****. He was pinned, utterly at her mercy, able only to feel. And what he felt was overwhelming. He could feel every inch of her, every perfect, clenching detail.

His hands, which had been limp at his sides, found a purpose. They slid down the muscular curve of her back until they slipped beneath the hem of her skirt. His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass. A gorgeous ass like Wonder Woman’s greeted him with its firmness. It made him groan aloud.

It was perfect. Each cheek was a firm, round globe, tightly muscled from a lifetime of combat and training, yet yielding and impossibly soft to the touch. He kneaded the lush flesh, feeling the powerful muscles flex and release with every one of her movements. It was the ass of a warrior, a goddess—strong enough to break a man in half, yet feeling like heaven in his hands.

“C-c-cumming…!” Wonder Woman stammered out. “Your cock! Y-your divine cock! Oh fuck—! Oh Hera—!”

She didn’t slow down. Diana Prince, oh maybe, but Wonder Woman? Never. Her willpower **** her to keep going. In fact, she increased her pace. She dropped down faster and harder, her breath coming in sharp, controlled bursts against his neck. Each time she drove herself down onto him, he felt her pussy ripple around his shaft. He was helpless, a passenger on a ride of her making, hurtling toward a peak he knew would shatter him.

But if he grabbed her ass and started fucking her—

“Ngggh!”

Ah, but remember, she didn’t need her pussy. Her fingers were still coiled around her lasso.

Cue the subtle tug.

Cue the pizza guy cumming.

It was like a lightning strike directly to his spine. The golden magic didn't just bind him; it amplified him, connecting directly to the core of his pleasure. His balls felt like they tripled in size even though they physically didn’t. A torrent of pure, undiluted cum exploded from him and into her pussy. His vision whited out as he came, a guttural roar tearing from his throat. Pulse after thunderous pulse flooded her depths, hot and seemingly endless.

Diana’s rhythm stuttered, her own cry joining his. Her pussy clamped down on him, milking him for every drop, her inner walls convulsing around his shaft.

He kept cumming and cumming and she half-expected him to go soft. But this pizza guy…

“S-s-still hard?” Wonder Woman gasped and kept fucking him. Her tone of voice was thick with stunned, euphoric wonder. “Y-you really don’t—ngggh! G-go soft, do you, young man!”

The authority of Wonder Woman momentarily returned, only to be reminded of the cum sloshing in her womb and the cock she was riding.

But she didn’t stop. She couldn’t.

“I-I am Wonder Woman,” she declared, mostly to herself. It wasn’t like the pizza guy was arrogant. She was saying it to hype herself up. “I-I will not—I won’t…nngghhh! I won’t!”

Won’t orgasm? Too late.

More frantic, more ****, that was what she was becoming. She felt like fucking him on her own terms, but if he decided to grab her booty and fuck her instead….

“Ngggh! I won’t!

She wouldn’t lose. She couldn’t. She could fight at the speed of light. She could defeat Ares. She could do anything.

“I won’t lose to this—to this COCK!!”

Ah, she orgasmed. She tightened up hard and she nearly released her lasso. She just barely managed to keep herself upright and stay conscious. Cum splattered and stained her pussy walls along with it. It felt TOO fucking good…!

His knees buckled, but the wall held him up. She supported him, her arms wrapping around him, pulling his body tighter against hers as she fucked him with a fervor he could never have imagined.

She kissed him then, a clash of tongue that was more battle than romance. It was raw, claiming, primal. He could taste herself on his lips, a musky, intimate flavor that sent another jolt through his oversensitized system.

She broke the kiss, her forehead resting against his. Her blue eyes, dark with passion and something like awe, locked onto his.

“Y-you! You and your cock! You are a marvel,” Wonder Woman breathed, her hips still moving in a slow, circular grind that made him whimper. “A mortal man… with a cock far surpassing that of any god.” Her fingers trailed over the lasso, still wrapped firmly around his base. “A-any god, I say! A-a-any!”

Her lips crashed back onto his, not an invitation but a command. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, a slick, dominant invasion that stole what little breath he had left.

“Cum again!”

Her hand tugged on the Lasso of Truth. He cried out against her mouth, a guttural, broken sound. He came all the while still impossibly harder than ever, the golden coil of the lasso seeming to pump pure, undiluted sensation directly into his balls.

Spurt, spurt, spuuuurt! Spuuurt!

So much cum. Far too much to the point that this time around, a majority of the thick, gooey seed fell between her thighs.

The pizza guy’s world dissolved into a nova of white-hot pleasure. His hips jerked violently, and Wonder Woman gasped as his cock escaped her cunt. He slapped against her stomach and another torrent of cum erupted from him, splashing on her chest plate, dripping in thick, pearlescent strands down the hardened gold. The pizza guy wanted to stammer out an apology, only for his balls to unleash another rope of cum that reached her face. His balls and his body were seizing, every muscle taut as a bowstring.

Wonder Woman shuddered. She watched the evidence of this divine power coat her armor and even her face and some parts of her beautiful hair. Her eyes were dark with a hunger that was entirely new. She loved it. She loved the visual proof of the overwhelming effect she had on him, the raw, animalistic surrender.

Just when his cock was about to stop…

“Again,” Wonder Woman said.

She tugged.

He came again. Cum burst out. Perhaps because she was fascinated, perhaps because she wanted to test him, but in the middle of that orgasm, she tugged again.

“Again.”