Time to see his hammer

I slid a hand down the front of the God of Thunder's shorts and gripped his big cock. It was not a disappointment at all, matching the rest of his big, muscular body perfectly. I gave him a slow stroke and he opened the door next to him and pulled me into his hotel room.

"I always said Thor should have gone for Darcy Lewis instead of Jane Foster," Hemsworth whispered in my ear.

"Tonight he will," I said, stretching up to kiss him as I unfastened the front of his khaki shorts. They fell away and his massive god stick sprang free.

In the movies, only Thor was worthy of lifting his hammer, but apparently the gods deemed me worthy because it seemed I'd had no trouble getting the real life Mjölnir up. I wanted so badly to get it in my mouth and find out if the Hensworth seed tasted as good as the Hemsworth me looked, but again I had to remind myself that that wasn't why I was here.

He slid his hands into the front of my dress and and pulled it over my shoulders, letting my big boobs free.

"Jesus," he gasp.

"See something you like?" I asked.

"They're beautiful."

Before I could respond, he had the nipple of one breast between his lips and was gently tweeking the other between his thumb and middle finger. I moaned as I at once began to orgasm.

It wasn't the first time I'd had an orgasm, but it was the first time someone else had made me cum. Even my ex-fiance had never gotten me off, despite the many blowjobs I'd given him. All of my previous orgasms had been me alone in my room or the shower playing with myself.

He let my dress fall to the floor, and then lifted my naked body into the air with his massive arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, sandwiching his big cock between our bodies. I orgasmed again as his shaft brushed against my clit.

I had never imagined being manhandled so easily, but it felt amazing. I could feel his muscles moving as he carried me across the room and laid me on the bed.