Rod considered exactly what she might have heard, and was appropriately mortified. "Uh, no, I didn't know that."
"Yes, I thought we were talking about how much I like your choice of ring tones – little did I know you were unconscious," she said, wryly.
Rod nodded briefly, then focused his attention on the keyboard and typed in a few commands to finish the software install. "There, that should take care of it," he said, clearing his throat. He stood up, realized he still had a dream-induced raging hard-on, and quickly stepped behind the chair to conceal it. Gesturing toward the now empty chair, he said, "Sorry, I was in your seat."
Ms. Archer sat down gracefully. "No need to apologize – thanks so much for staying late to fix my computer!" Clapping her hands with delight, Diana Archer spun her chair around – which put her at eye level to stare directly at the unmistakable bulge in Rodney Johnson's pants.
"Oh...my."
There was no hiding it, and Rod felt rising panic as words tumbled out of his mouth. "I, uh, thought you had already left for the weekend, since most people leave early on Friday, you know, and I wanted to make sure that your system was up and running when you got here first thing Monday morning, Ms. Archer."
She glanced up at him through a thick fringe of lashes. "Please, call me Diana," she said, softly. Rod held his breath as she hooked a finger through his belt loop and tugged him a step closer. She grabbed his name badge and read it. "Is your name really 'Rodney Johnson'?"
Rod nodded, mutely, as she toyed with the buckle
on his belt.
"Rod Johnson – I like that," she mused. "Sounds like a porn star name." Diana giggled as she deftly unbuckled his belt, held both ends of the leather strap, and used it to pull him one step closer. "It sounds..." one long, slim finger traced the outline of his erection through his pants, "...promising." She yanked his belt out of the loops and dropped it to the floor. A shudder of pleasured anticipation ran through Rod's body, and he held back from climaxing by sheer force of will.
"Ms. Arch—Diana, I don't really know if we should do this here."
"Why not? We're all alone, Rod, everyone else has left for the weekend." She batted her eyelashes at him coquettishly as she unzipped his fly. "I know you've been watching me. I always catch you staring at my tits, and you look at my ass every time I walk away. And I know you looked right up my skirt under the conference table this morning."
"Oh Diana, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean anything..." he stammered.
She rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Ye gods, stop apologizing for everything! It pleases me that you find me...desirable." She yanked down his boxers and his turgid cock sprang free, bounced twice, then pointed directly at her pretty face, like a compass needle pointing due north. "Ah, there we are," she purred, "perfect." She grasped his shaft in her hand and lightly kissed the sensitive head of his dick. She stroked his length firmly, coaxing out a few clear drops of pre-cum; she made an appreciative little sound in her throat, and lapped them up, kitten-like, with her soft pink tongue. Rod felt his knees grow weak.
"WHOA, Diana, I don't know if I can...I mean, I'm not sure how long I can....ohhhh fuck..." his voice trailed off in a deep groan of need. He looked down, shocked, as the unattainable beauty he'd lusted after for so long took his hard cock between her warm, willing lips. With every down stroke, she took him deep, teasing the underside of his shaft with her talented tongue; on every up stroke, she gave a swirling lick around the swollen tip. He ran his fingers through her silky brown hair, pumping his hips slightly, fucking her sweet, sweet mouth. It was absolutely amazing -- even more amazing than the visions of her he conjured in his head when he jacked off. Rod felt his balls tighten and his knees started to shake. He tried to warn her, whispering, "Diana, that feels so good, so fucking fantastic, I'm not gonna be able to hold back much longer...if you don't stop, I'm going to cum."
With that, she held his hips firmly, redoubling her efforts. Rod felt every muscle in his body tense as his cock swelled in her mouth. "Fuck...oh fuck..." he moaned through gritted teeth, fisting his hands in her hair, "here it comes --"
The orgasm shot though his body like a bolt of lightning; he'd never felt a climax so intense before. Diana gulped and swallowed greedily as he shot spurt after spurt of hot semen. Rod felt like he might fall over, might pass out, but she slid her hands around to cup his bare buttocks for support, holding him captive in her mouth until she was sure he'd given her everything he had. Then and only then, she released him and stood up, licking her lips.
Rod laughed weakly, shaking, and sat down heavily in the chair. "Wow. Just...wow. That was incredible. Thank you so much."
Diana smiled demurely, and bent over to kiss the tip of his nose. "Oh, don't think I'm through with you yet."
Rod looked down at his thoroughly sated and deflated member, then back up at Diana, smiling ruefully. "Uh, I don't know how long it will take before the South will rise again."
"Hush," she said, tracing his lower lip with her tongue. "Never underestimate your talents or abilities, Wizard," she whispered.
Huh? Wizard? Before his mind could totally register or ponder that little bit of weirdness, Diana straightened and stood proudly in front of him, commanding his full attention. Her back was to the window, and the sun was setting, streaking the sky with purple and gold. It silhouetted her body perfectly as she performed a private striptease, just for him. She slipped off her shoes, her business-like skirt, the blouse, that delicate lacy bra, and stood before him in nothing but her yellow cotton panties. He drank in the sight of her generous curves and satin smooth skin, her full breasts and taut, rosy nipples -- and damn, he could feel the stirrings of arousal again. He tried to act cool, but couldn't help but blush when she began removing his rumpled clothing, until he was even more naked than she.
She sat on the edge of the desk, grinned invitingly, and beckoned. Rod didn't need to be asked twice. He rolled the chair up to the edge of the desk, and parted her thighs. Ah, there were those pretty little daisies. He kissed her inner thighs, then nipped and teased at her through the soft cotton until Diana was tweaking his ear, trying to grind against his mouth, and panting with frustration. He chuckled at her predicament, but knowing all too well what it felt like to be horny and frustrated he finally relented, sliding her panties down her legs and dropping them to the floor.
The soft fur on her mound was neatly trimmed into an inverted delta, but her labia were smooth and bare. Rod slid his hands down the backs of her thighs, pushing them a little farther apart to expose more of her hidden treasure to his gaze. "So beautiful," he whispered reverently, as he bent and nuzzled her gently. Her vulva was puffy and swollen with excitement. Diana's contented little sighs turned into gasps of pleasure as he ran his tongue up and down her slit with long, slow, licks. Her pussy bloomed like a flower under his ministrations, and he lapped nectar from her deep pink inner petals; just as in his dream, she tasted of honey and wine. His tongue brushed against her hard little clit and she reacted instantly – pulling at his hair, lifting her hips to push herself closer to his mouth. "Yessss, right there, don't stop..."
Happy to oblige, Rod slipped his hands under her ass as he licked, then sucked, her exquisitely sensitive pearl. He held on tight as she bucked and thrashed and squirmed in his grasp. A shudder ran through her body as she arched her back and moaned, her clit throbbing under his tongue, her juices sweet in his mouth and wet on his chin.
He moved up the length of her body and kissed her deeply so she could taste her climax on his lips and tongue. She gave a little purr of satisfaction and wriggled beneath him, rubbing her hard nipples against his bare chest. Rod's lopsided grin became a look of determination as he adjusted his angle to slide his rigid tool into her hot, wet, ready—
"Stop." Diana clamped her thighs vice-like around his hips, and suddenly he couldn't move a millimeter.
"What? Why???" Rod asked. (Well, okay, he actually whimpered).
Diana placed one hand flat on his chest and firmly pushed him of
f of her, with no apparent effort on her part. "I'm a virgin."
Rod searched her face for a trace of humor, and found none. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
"I am virgin still, and virgin I will remain." She looked at him, puzzled. "Did you not know?"
"Know what?" Rod asked, incredulously. "Diana, no offense, but you don't exactly act like a virgin."
"No, I suppose not," she mused, "but that changes nothing." She rose from the desk and reached into a drawer, withdrawing a vial of dark green glass. Noticing Rod's crestfallen look – and crestfallen penis – she laughed softly, giving his cock a playful squeeze. He felt it start to re-awaken, and she flashed him a dazzling smile. "Do not fear, mortal, I will not leave you in this state of need."
Rod shook his head slightly, as if to clear it. Maybe he'd misheard what she said. Yeah, that had to be it.
Diana pressed the glass vial into his hand. "I do not make the rules, I merely abide by them. Fortunately, there are other options." She turned away from him and bent forward over the desk, resting her chin on her hands. "My Greek lovers were quite creative and resourceful."
Rod opened the stopper on the bottle and the familiar scent of her perfume tickled his nose. But it wasn't a bottle of cologne, it was filled with a thick liquid – oil? He rubbed a little between his fingertips, testing the texture.
"Ahem." Diana cleared her throat and he stared at her naked body bent over the desk. Damn, she was gorgeous from every angle. She shifted back and forth on her bare feet, wiggling her pretty polished toes with impatience. Glancing back over her shoulder, she raised one eyebrow. "You know, for a wizard, sometimes you aren't very quick-witted."
"Why do you keep calling me that?" Rod asked. "Do you play World of Warcraft, too?"
The naked beauty sighed heavily in exasperation, dropping her forehead to the desk with an audible thunk. The gears in Rod's head turned slowly...slowly...and then his jaw dropped.
"Ah, finally you see," she said, rolling her hips seductively.
Rod's mouth went dry, his heart hammering in his chest. "What do I do? I've never..."
"Don't you want me?"
"More than anything," he whispered hoarsely.
She reached back, one hand on each of her perfect, pale, moons, and parted them in invitation. "Then annoint me."
With shaking hands, Rod poured the scented oil on his fingers and some more in the groove of her ass for good measure. He traced her tiny, puckered hole with the tip of his finger; encouraged by her pleasured gasp, he pushed his oiled digit into her snug ring, marveling at her tightness. His stiff eager cock looked huge in comparison, and he wondered how he could ever possibly fit it inside her.
"More," she purred, "that feels wonderful."
Rod slipped in a second finger and her tight channel magically adjusted to accommodate it. Still, it was only two fingers, not his hard dick.
"Now, I'm ready for you now," she panted.
Still dubious, Rod rubbed some of the oil on his cock and pressed against her portal. He felt resistance give way as he sank halfway in. The sensation was incredible, tighter than anything he'd every felt. Diana moaned and pushed back against him. He withdrew slightly, then pressed onward until his entire cock was buried in her ass. He held still for a moment, unable to move, unable to think, overwhelmed with the feeling. Suddenly, he realized he was sliding his cock in and out of her velvet heat, while she chanted, "yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." He felt her orgasm, her channel squeezing rhythmically on his shaft; his balls tightened, and emptied his load deep inside her, and he saw stars.
*****
It was night now, and the dark blue sky was full of stars. Rod knelt on the floor exhausted. Diana was in front of the window again, he could see the crescent moon above her head. She stood proudly in the moonlight, in the starlight, and her creamy skin glowed like pearl.
"You have pleased me well, Wizard."
"Why do you keep calling me that? I'm not a wizard."
"Sorcerer then? Conjurer? Shaman?"
"I'm not any of those things. I'm just a tech support guy. But who are you?"
She smiled enigmatically. "In this aspect, I am Diana. The Greeks call me Artemis. The Norse know me as Skadi, and to the Celts I am Cally Berry. I am the Huntress. This I thought you knew, mortal. I have seen your dreams, I have heard your thoughts, when you have called me 'Goddess'. But now I see you did not fully comprehend."
"No, ma'am, I didn't," Rod said, trying to take it all in, but it was so surreal. "Why do you think I'm a wizard?"
"We Immortals understand the elements, the forces of nature, the sun and moon and the paths of the stars. But what we cannot understand is this...construct...this creation of man...this..." she groped for the word, "this technikos...ah, technology." She smiled, pleased that she remembered the term. "You understand these mysterious workings, and you study them, and make them bend to your will and your desire. To your magic."
She crossed the small office, pacing in the dark. "At first you were simply my quarry, just an amusing diversion. I hunted you, and I captured you, and I thought I would be done with you and cast you aside. But you have pleased me much. And I can see that your powers could be very useful to me in this current age, if you were to become my consort. Alas, I am immortal and you are not." She stopped pacing, and looked at him thoughtfully. "I will have to consider this for a time. Perhaps there is something that could be done."
"But for now..." Rod knelt on the floor looking up at her, and she touched face his affectionately. "For all of your technology and all of your magic, you have forgotten the old ways. Those like me are no longer real to you – nothing more than characters in the games you play. It will take some time, some teaching, for you to learn see beyond your logic and your reason and know me as I truly am." She touched his eyelids with her fingertips, and Rod suddenly felt very sleepy. He heard her whisper in his ear, "Until then, I will come to you in your dreams..."
"Mr. Johnson, are you okay?" Rod opened his eyes, and Diana Archer was peering into his face with that familiar look of concern.
"Oh man, I'm sorry," he mumbled, rubbing his hand across his eyes. "Late night last night, must have fallen asleep."
"Yes, I can see that," she said. "Between that, and whacking your head this morning, it's no wonder." She gave him a sly, sidelong glance and asked, "Did you know you talk in your sleep?"
A strong feeling of deja vu washed over him. "Yeah, you know, I think someone told me that before. Hey, I'm done with your computer, and don't have plans for tonight – want to catch a movie? The original 'Clash of the Titans' is playing downtown, and we could get Greek food afterward...unless you prefer Italian."
Diana smiled.
The End.
Donnie's Luck
Donnie had been looking forward to this for a week. Finally he was going to have an afternoon off & he knew that if the sun was out, his sexy neighbor Di would be too. It would be perfect timing, his mother was in Ohio visiting relatives for the month & his dad wasn't due home from a business trip until late in the evening. He could hardly wait.
During this past summer he had a few encounters with Di that lead him to this overwhelming urge to fuck her silly. From jerking off on her tits when she was sleeping in the sun, to having her get down on her knees in her back yard & suck him off, to being invited to join her & Rodney fucking a woman who's face he never saw. Those memories in & of themselves were enough to keep him jerking off for months, but he wanted it all. He wanted Di's tight, wet pussy.
As he pulled into the driveway his heart, and the rise in his jeans, sank. His dad's car was in the driveway.
"Damn it to hell. What's he doin' home?"
He walked into the house expecting to see his dad sitting in his chair in his office going over the weeks mail, but he wasn't there.
"Dad? I'm home."
No sound.
"Hmmm. Strange."
He decided to head upstairs to change into his trunks & go enjoy the s
unshine while he could. As he got to his room he heard laughing from outside.
He stood to the side of his window & pulled the blinds away from the window so he could see out into his backyard. He looked down to the pool to see Di swimming naked in the pool. Her long legs parting & coming back together as she moved. That round tanned ass appearing just above the water.
"She must wear a thong to tan." he thought, noting a thin pale line hugging her hips. As she flipped over, his thoughts were confirmed, there was a small white triangle over her full, bare pussy lips.
"Damn she looks so good." he thought.
He looked to the side deck to see his neighbor Rodney & his dad, both naked, sitting & stroking their cocks as they watched Di move through the water like Neptune's temptress.
She pulled herself to the far side of the pool, stood up & bent toward the side accentuating that fine ass. Legs parted he could just see her swollen pussy lips.
"Fuck. I have got to have that."
She swam over to Rodney & his dad & stood between them, reaching out to both cocks & stroking them vigorously.
It was the first time that Donnie could remember seeing his dad's cock. Where Rodney's could have taken two hands easily to jack off, his dad's only required three fingers. He found himself wondering how something like that could even satisfy a woman. He felt sorry for his mom.
As Di was stroking his dad's cock, he was busy stroking his own. He grabbed it hard, wishing it was Di's hand around it.
Just as both cocks in her hands seemed to be on the verge of exploding, she stopped & swam away to the side of the pool closest to Donnie's window.
"Oh I know what you're doing" he thought. "You're after that jet on the side."
Di pulled herself up, tits over the top of the pool, & placed her swollen pussy lips over the jet. As she pulled herself up she noticed movement in what she knew was Donnie's bedroom window. She smiled.
He watched as her hips moved back & forth fucking the jet. She moved faster. Biting her lip. Nipples getting harder. He knew how hard she could cum & he wanted so much to be the one making her cum but this would have to do for now.
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