Some ordinary schmuck with a great dick (male)

“Stop right there!”

The thief turned, just in time for Wonder Woman to grab him by the collar and slam him into the wall.

“Ack!” he struggled, pinned against the wall. The duffel bag of stolen ATM money fell from his hand and landed on the floor.

Wonder Woman smiled, cocking her beautiful head to one side and letting her gorgeous raven locks dangle. “That money doesn’t belong to you,” she said in her usual calm and confident tone.

“Fuck you!” the man wiggled, but couldn’t escape her mighty grip. Her sudden arrival and strong arms had placed him in a **** panic. “Get off of me you bitch! You dumb broad! I’ll fuck your brains out!”

Wonder Woman’s eyes widened in shock at his harsh, juvenile words.

“I’ll fuck those big stupid tits of yours! Let me go!”

A moment passed. Diana was alarmed to find herself pausing, and actually considering it. She couldn’t stop herself from picturing the image of her, the mighty Wonder Woman, kneeling defeated and topless before him, with his cock between her boobs.

“Alright, buddy, you’re going to the station,” she said, shaking the thought out of her head. “Stealing from a machine is still stealing.”

She glanced to either side. Nobody else was around. It was late. Very late. It was the reason this unarmed man had been able to steal from an ATM all by himself in the first place.

“You tight-ass! You prude! You wouldn’t know a good dick if it slapped you in the face!”

Wonder Woman froze. There was that word again. She was being called a prude. Her, THE Wonder Woman, famous superheroine and Amazon Queen, was being disrespected and insulted to her very face. Except this time, it was by somebody who didn’t even have powers. A common criminal of no importance. How could he presume to insult her like that? And… why did his words sting so badly?

“You think you’re so tough holding me up like this, I’d like to see you if I slid my cock up inside you! I bet I’d have you weak and submissive in seconds!”

“That-that’s not true…” Diana began.

“Yeah right. I know a weak fuck when I see one. And YOU are one weak-ass fuck, Wonder Woman! I would pound your fucking BRAINS out!”

Wonder Woman froze again. No. No way. How could she possibly be considering this? Sure, finally having sex wasn’t the worst idea, just to prove to herself that she wasn’t missing out on anything… and nobody would believe him if he told them anyway… and she did really want to get it out of her system… But this guy?

Maybe she would finally just get it done with and go lose her virginity, but it wouldn’t be to him. She was Wonder Woman. She could pick any man she wanted. A king, a president, a superhero. She would just go and try it with the man of her choosing, prove that it wasn’t a big deal, and that would be the end of it.

But…

Wonder Woman bit her lip.

But if she chose a superhero coworker, somebody she knew, then she would have to see them at the Watchtower each day, after they’d seen her nude and slid their dick inside of her. How could they ever follow her commands the same way? How could they focus standing beside her, in her tight costume, having seen her bare breasts, ass, and pussy? Could she really go into battle beside someone who had… Who had fucked her?

And if she tried it with a respectable, honest stranger, then people might find out about it. If she chose a man with a known, good reputation, then he would be believed by anybody he told. She didn’t want her image of purity ruined by something like that. And she certainly didn’t want the tabloids dubbing someone as “the man who took Wonder Woman’s virginity”. Some nation’s ruler, or some lesser Justice Leaguer. She didn’t even want half-believed rumors within the Watchtower, let alone something more global.

“How about a wager, Wonder Broad?” the struggling criminal continued his rude ranting. “If you don’t fucking pass out on my dick, then I’ll let you take me to jail. Sound fair?”

Diana stopped and looked the criminal over silently, up and down. Somehow actually considering it. Was she just tired from a long night of patrolling? Or was there something more here?

Hmm.

He wasn’t committing a serious crime, anyway. Robbing an ATM was a textbook victimless crime. He hadn’t threatened or endangered anybody. He wasn’t evil. He was probably just unfortunate. Maybe if his luck turned around, he could get back onto the straight and narrow. And maybe, just maybe, she could make him the luckiest criminal in the world tonight.

“…Alright.” Wonder Woman said at last.

The man was stunned.

“What?”

“Very well.” Diana repeated, releasing him and letting him drop to his feet. “I will bed you before bringing you in to the authorities. But watch the foul language.”

“Uhhhh…” the man was dumbfounded. “Okay…”

Doubts plagued her the instant she had made the decision, and she was already finding herself regretting her words - but not yet enough to back down from his challenge.

Throwing the stolen-money duffel bag strap over one shoulder and picking the criminal up under the armpits, Diana began to fly towards a more hidden location where they wouldn’t be disturbed. She made sure to place herself behind the baffled criminal for the short flight, so that she wouldn’t have to look him in the eyes, and so that he wouldn’t see her red face of embarrassment. Could she really go through with this?

“What am I doing?” Wonder Woman thought to herself. She considered just flying him straight to the police station, and for a brief moment she very nearly did change course, but then she remembered how Power Girl and Starfire had laughed at her maidenhood the other day. This was her one opportunity to fuck someone without anyone else ever finding out. The ultimate test of if she had really been missing out on something important.

“Oh goddess,” she thought, face burning red. “Am I really going to give this man my virginity?”

Already prepared to cancel this whole thing, but for some reason not speaking up, Wonder Woman set the man down softly as the two landed. She had found them a nice dark alley in an abandoned corner of the city. She let the duffel bag of stolen money drop from her shoulder.

The man staggered forward two steps and then turned to face her, finding Diana looking back at him, standing with her hands on her hips in a power pose, with a very red face. She was struggling to keep her composure.

“S-So…” Wonder Woman said, trying to willpower her way out of the awkwardness. “What’s your name?”

The man looked her up and down in disbelief, eyes pausing on her massive rack and gorgeous, exposed legs. Was this really happening? An awkward moment passed before Diana opened her mouth, about to say this was a bad idea and call the whole thing off, but the man spoke first.

“I’m Dennis.” he said, simply. A quiver went through Wonder Woman’s legs. It was becoming much more real to her.

“Well, Dennis…” she began confidently, then trailed off. A long silence followed. Wonder Woman cleared her throat, hands still on her hips, and continued somewhat more meekly. “Wh-What now?”