by Jessie Dame
The Rolex on his wrist spoke louder than his words.
She was already showing interest to “get to know” him better.
On the other side of the table, similar theories were developing.
“There must be something wrong! He could not possibly be so perfect. Rich, handsome, funny…” She thought.
With every second that passed, they got closer and closer.
Soon, he was holding her hand, caressing her smoothly, so glad to have met her. She was neither the type of girl that looks for a one night stand, nor was the evening appropriate for such act.
But that delicate taste of summer in her wine made her horny, rather than tipsy. She knew that soon she would take off that glorious suit of his.
“I would like to see it!” she interrupted his flattering over an exclusive collection of Italian wines he claimed to keep at home.
Effective Pinot, he thought. Yes, there was no one who understood the powers of wine better than himself.
“I am desperate to spend some time alone with you Maggie. How about we just grab our coats and go?” He suggested.
Before she knew, she was entering his luxurious car.
What a slutty thing to do, she thought!
But there was some invisible force dragging her towards him. The only thing she wanted was to feel him inside.
They soon arrived to a fancy, originally furnished apartment.
“Make yourself comfortable, beautiful.”
As he grasped to turn on the lights, she grabbed him and started pushing her tongue in his mouth.
“Why do I want you so badly?” She inquired.
This was exactly what he wanted her to do.
“How much do you want me? Show me, girl!”
As she licked all over his mouth, she felt the smell of his irresistible cologne.
Completely enchanted by this man, she turned around and pushed her firm butt towards his cock.
“I want you to fuck me like you never fucked a woman before,” she commanded him.
Touching his dick, already rock hard, she kneeled and sucked with incredible desire.
She let it slip out once more, and chased it back with her tongue, glancing from time to time with spit on her lips, just to let him know how pleasant it was.
He was going crazy.
“At your service, madam”, he smiled.
He pulled her dress off and pushed to the table.
Then, he raised her legs intending to go down on her. But she turned again and leaned on the table.
“No, I want you to fuck me now. This way.”
Obediently, he slipped in his cock, sensing how wet she was. Speeding up, he moved straight and back. He was looking at his cock rippling through that wet pussy while her ass shook to the pressure of his hips.
With one of his hands, he held her head down and was turned on by the thought he possessed her. The other hand slapped her ass strongly, while she screamed both in pleasure and pain.
Feeling the spasms inside her vagina, he started to fuck her harder, practically impaling her on his massive, throbbing cock.
She just lifted on her fingers, stuck her nails on the wooden table and yelled: “Oh, God!”
She arched her back and climaxed.
She was spent after that orgasm.
What is more thrilling to a man than seeing the consequences of his power?
As she lay there, spent and fucked, he slid his dripping cock out of her wet pussy and rubbed it hard, bringing himself to climax all over her beautiful stomach and chest.
It was her reward.
Demeter
In this small village on the riverside, people lived in peace and understanding. People greeted each other on their way to the fields, smiling and involving in random talks. Their life was almost like a utopian story: they liked each other, they cherished life and there were no concerns over troubles bigger than a rainy day.
At night, the entire village gathered to taste the reward of their farming efforts. They drank wine by the gallon and retold stories. That is how simple life in such village was.
Unaware of all troubles urban life could cause, these people enjoyed the calmness the lived in. Simplicity ruled their everyday life and every excitement out of the ordinary day, was fairly welcomed.
This is how Kara’s life looked before she met Demeter.
Every morning, she woke up at sunrise, preparing sweet tea and fresh-baked bread for breakfast, woke up her caring husband with a kiss and made their bed. She did a little bit of laundry and cleaned around the house, occasionally joining him to lend a hand in the field work. They had divided their duties: he was in charge of their grain crops, while she took care of their small fruit garden.
Her husband was what they call the love of a lifetime. He was her childhood sweetheart and her teenage dream, her idea of a perfectly happy life.
So was she, in his heart. Their parents, who had excellent communication and lived in friendship for many years, were aware of their children’s wishes. Soon, this innocent romance turned into an official commitment, likely to survive both: good and bad times.
Kara really believed in the sacristy of their vows and tried to be to the best wife she could. Her husband was a hard-working man whom she could always trust and on whom she relied. For many years so far, he regularly visited her side of the bed, making her feel like the beautiful woman she was.
Indeed, she was a precious being!
Every man in the village envied her husband.
But as years went by and nothing changed, Kara felt the desperate need of excitement.
She needed something that would make her smile in the mornings and greet the evenings, something worthy of being beautiful for.
Every evening she prayed for such excitement, as passion slowly left her body.
Not even the nights in their cradle were the same. Half of the time she just waited for him to be done with it, or grasped to confirm she enjoyed it, having to fake an orgasm almost every time.
The more she waited, the worst it got: life was a pit, a trap. You have to take what you crave if you want to be happy, but you have to risk everything you know and comfort.
One of those days of despair, she almost felt she had settled with the situation. If unsatisfied was the state God had in mind for her, let it be so for the rest of her days! But that same day, a strange thing happened.
She was quite sure she had collected all the strawberries from the garden the previous day. But there they were again, three grooves full of big, passion-red strawberries!
How strange, she thought.
I must have confused myself, the years have taken their toll.
She picked them and moved on with the other tasks for the day.
However, the next morning she witnessed the same, strangest view.
A garden full of strawberries!
“No, it cannot be!” She exclaimed.
Something strange was happening and she had to find out what it was.
Once her tired husband was asleep, she took her rope and went straight to the garden. Hidden behind a tree, she waited to see how her strawberries grew again. The night was young and fresh, and she was thankful for the shiny Moon that helped her to see everything clearly.
A few minutes later, she saw a man approaching the garden. A man she had never seen before.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” She questioned.
Unlike any reaction she could have caused, the man smiled.
“Did you like your strawberries, Kara?”
“How do you know my name?”
“I know everybody. But that is irrelevant now, dear.”
He grabbed her and hugged her with enormous strength. Surprised as she was, she stood there motionless, wondering what this stranger had in mind. I should be afraid, she thought. But the stranger seemed like a well-behaved man, able to attract attention, and handsome at that.
There was something… intriguing about him.
“I a
m Demeter. I want you to be happy, Kara. I used my divine powers to help your strawberries grow.”
“Divine powers? Are you…” Kara asked.
“I know what you crave, Kara. You can’t hide it.”
He looked her up and down, practically undressing her with his eyes.
“What are you doing?” Kara was curious but concerned.
“Hush. Your husband is few meters away. You don’t want him to know your secret fantasies, do you?”
He squeezed her waist, gently laid her on the ground, lifted up her dress, and slid her panties straight down.
What kind of a man was he?
Why was she not refusing him?
She lay there, enjoying his tongue inside her pussy.
Secretly, she always dreamt that a strange man would fuck her furiously.
Destiny might have decided to make her dreams come true. And who was she to oppose destiny?
He stood up and showed her his dick. Captivated by its size, she realized the only mistake she could make now was to leave. She grabbed his dick and dragged it towards her pussy.
“Give it to me!” she begged in a low voice.
His tonguing, and the knowledge that she was doing something forbidden, made both of them go crazy for each other.
He sucked her neck and moved slowly backwards. Completely undressed, he lay on the ground, his dick to the sky.
“Dance on it, Kara!” Demeter commanded.
And she did. She fucked herself furiously on his massive totem, biting her lips every time she took it entirely inside.
She rarely fucked on top, but she loved making circles with such strong dick inside her. On top of that, she had the opportunity to watch him roll his eyes, completely lost in his pleasure.
She stopped for a moment, holding it inside, straight and still. She leaned down, looked at Demeter’s face and kissed him. She started again to jump furiously on his dick. Her body shined so gorgeously in the moonlight, with her big, rounded breasts following every of the thrusts.
She came twice in a row, releasing all of her feminine liquids on that wonderful dick. He squeezed her ass and hauled her towards him. She knew he was about to cum too.
“Do it! Pour it inside! Explode inside of me!”
There was no feeling as great as the warmth of his seed between her legs.
“Oh!” He lifted his head and started to kiss her gently. “You are amazing. Thank you.”
Covered with sin, she quietly lay by her husband, wishing he was the one able to fuck her like that.
In the blink of an eye, Demeter was gone. He left as mysteriously and suddenly as he had arrived.
Was he…?
Hera
In a sexually-empty marriage, there is nothing degrading in cheating. After years of sharing a love cradle, spouses do look for temptation, often masturbating to those desires. We all do, after all.
The original taste of a sin could not possibly be overridden by any sense of domestic erotica. Women who knew the absolute pleasure of lying next to a sleepy husband, captured by consciousness, but free by spirit, would never renounce those few hours of forbidden pleasure. Life was too short to tolerate a boring sex life!
Hera was a passionate woman who knew what she wanted, and thought on many occasions how choosing a mortal life deprived her of heavenly pleasures.
There was almost nothing spiritual left in Zeus’s touch, now that he was a handsome, but painfully ordinary man.
As hard as she tried to be desired by him, he seemed to simply perform a duty towards her, and soon after, she was on her own all over again.
The thought that he might be cheating on her was somehow exciting.
Young and wild of heart, she was extremely jealous of other goddesses and nymphs.
The fact, Zeus was taking advantage of Earthly pleasures, on the other hand… just the thought made her wet.
She simply knew these women could not compete with her, and he would always return. They were deities, after all.
Zeus would never leave her and marry a warm-blooded mortal.
Therefore, he was allowed to sleep around.
But another terrifying thought broke Hera’s heart… that she was soon going to be the admirable wife at home, whom a husband could deeply respect and worship, but would rarely take to bed.
Now that they tried everything there was to be tried, her divine beauty was no longer interesting for him.
And he was still gorgeously hot, she thought.
This is how Hera decided to cheat.
In a situation like this, approaching a man for attention was necessary rather than brave. With the beauty and the charms she possessed, such attempt would hardly fail.
And she started. She used the first opportunity available by randomly inviting a guy in the bar for a drink.
He probably thinks I am a slut, she thought.
It turned out that he had a recent break-up, and perfectly understood the loneliness of a committed person. Besides, who could have resisted those magnificent curves and her dirty talk?
Eager for a radical change and ready to fuck, she chose a handsome dark-skinned partner. Indeed, she hoped the stories about those men were not simply stories. She wanted to find eight inches of absolute pleasure.
She felt her pressure go up every time she thought she was about to meet this guy. She spent hours in front of the mirror, hoping he would like her new, lace thongs. Instead, he hardly noticed her lingerie. They ravaged each other immediately upon approach, intentions clear.
She met her lover few times a week.
Coming home, she would shower while caressing her intimate parts, aware that water could not wash off her sin.
Still, there was no guilt while she lay next to Zeus.
She just closed her eyes and let her mind travel to the man who actually made her happy.
One of those days, while she was trying to sneak into the room without being noticed, Zeus waited for her. He was sitting on the stairs, breathing heavily.
“Did you enjoy it?” Zeus asked menacingly.
She froze.
How the hell did he find out?
Did he follow her?
“Enjoy what?” Hera tried to look surprised.
“Stop pretending, Hera.”
He clearly knew.
For a few seconds she thought she was going to die. Her heart was about to jump outside her chest.
She was about to feel the anger of the God of all Gods.
But why? What was she supposed to say?
There she was, completely exposed like a whore who only cares about satisfaction.
“I am sorry”, she said. But she didn’t mean it.
The truth was, if she could go back in time, she would still do it all again.
He dragged her arm furiously.
“You like being fucked by other men, don’t you? That insatiable pussy of yours is always hungry for pleasure.”
Zeus continued in a rage.
“What did he do to you? Speak! I want to know every detail.”
Hera’s fear turned into anger. “Do you really want to know that? Do you really need to hear how much I enjoyed it?”
He pulled her towards him.
Her entire body was stuck in his divine, muscular arms, and for whatever his intentions were, there was no escape.
“Tell me what he did to you. Tell me every detail.”
Down on her back, he felt his hard erection pressed up against her.
She could not believe how excited he was.
She was trembling.
She was wet.
“Well, he pushed me to the wall...” Hera began.
Zeus’s throbbing cock hardened against her.
“He tugs my scarf and pulls it and he doesn’t let go. Oh, really?”
Zeus pushed Hera against the wall.
“Speak!” He shouted, undressing her in a rush and spanking her naked butt.
She could feel incredible warmth coming from the lower part of his s
tomach. Unannounced, his hard dick almost rammed her wet pussy. He stood motionless for a couple of seconds: “You like this?”
“Yes! Yes!”
And he started fucking her, harder and harder.
He slipped it in and out, pushing his fingers against her clit from time to time.
She thought she would push the wall down from the pleasure. It was the first time he fucked her like this.
Bad girls deserve punishment, she thought.
He pinched her nipples, obviously thrilled.
“You are my dirty whore, remember that!” Zeus commanded.
Close to culmination, he pulled his throbbing dick out of her wet pussy and pushed her wet lips around his cock.
“Take it!” Zeus yelled as he reached climax.
Soon, drops of seed slipped down her chin. From the way he looked, he could notice he still wanted her.
“Don’t dare to get dressed! I am not done with you”, he said, staring at her ass.
Zeus’s cock was dripping with seed, but still fully erect. Perks of being a deity, I suppose.
He grabbed Hera by the waist, spun her around, and shoved his massive totem inside her warm ass.
Hera screamed and yelped in pain and pleasure.
It had been forever since he’d taken her like this.
Zeus fucked her ass hard and fast, wrapping his right hand around her torso for support, sliding his fingers down to her crotch and rubbing her clit furiously. Hera climaxed again and again.
Zeus pulled out his hard cock, spun her around, and ejaculated all over her neck, breast, stomach, and even legs.
His seed felt warm to the touch, and she welcomed it.
It was exactly what she wanted, a spark of lust.
Every single night from that day forward, they fucked like rabbits.
Like gods.
Apollo
At the age of 9, already known as the handsomest man in the Gardens of Olympia, Apollo felt ready to go down to Earth.
Living a mortal life was the temptation of every God.
Now, at the earthly age of 18, he was aware of all the pleasures he was about to enjoy.
And he simply couldn’t wait!
Apollo was still a boy when he discovered how different he was from all other boys. Observing others urinating, he realized his dick was significantly bigger.
Since then, he developed a tendency towards exhibitionism.