Wonder Woman strolled confidently into the outer vestibule of the Tru-Love Introduction Bureau. Without breaking her stride she gestured to the startled receptionist to remain seated, threw open the doors to the inner office and strode imperiously through them.
Over the last two months three of the city's richest single women had taken their own lives after altering their wills and leaving all their wealth - money, property, shares - to this dating agency. There had seemed to be no evidence of foul play. Suicide notes had been left, the women had clearly killed themselves, so the police, while no doubt suspicious, had been unable to act. But there was nothing to stop her investigating. Initially, she had intended to infiltrate the agency undercover as Diana Prince. However, in retrospect, she had decided a little good old-fashioned intimidation wouldn't go amiss.
The office was modern, all chrome and steel, with floor to ceiling windows and was dominated by a large abstract painting of a heart hanging on the wall behind an enormous glass desk. A man stood at the desk with his back to her.
Wonder Woman struck a pose, legs apart, hands on hips and said, 'If I may have a word?'
The man turned unhurriedly to face her. He was, she realised, surprisingly young, maybe only eighteen or nineteen. He was dressed simply in a plain black T-shirt, very tight blue jeans and sneakers. Instantly Wonder Woman's heartbeat quickened, her pulse racing. She parted her lips to accommodate faster breaths.
He was magnificent; Wonder Woman was riveted by him.
Tall, slimly built with unruly blonde hair, he had perfect bone structure and film star looks. But it was his intense deep blue eyes that made him savagely gorgeous. There was something about him that made him exquisitely masculine and faced with the full force of his absolute maleness, Wonder Woman could only stare. Stunned.
He stared back and Wonder Woman experienced an unbridled sexual power that sucked the air from her lungs. He exuded an intense physical magnetism, vibrant and unrelenting, that she couldn't help but respond to. He was sinfully mouth-watering.
'May I help you?' he asked. 'This is my agency. I am Casanova Love.' His voice made her stomach flutter. What the hell was wrong with her? She had to get a grip.
Her lips were dry. She licked them before answering. 'Casanova Love? That can't be your real name.'
'And is yours really Wonder Woman?' he replied with a predatory smile that made her think of sex. More than sex. It brought to mind raw, uninhibited fucking. She maintained eye contact with him because she was simply unable to look away. She was inexorably drawn to him. He was just delicious. He was enthralling. He was... Great Hera! She had to pull herself together!
'I... I...' she stammered, irritated with herself for being so inarticulate in front of this... this... mere... boy!
'Anyway, I know why you're here.'
'You do?' she managed to say, aware of her heart pounding ridiculously in her chest and a disturbing feeling developing between her legs.
'Yes.' He smiled again, making himself impossibly, achingly attractive. Great Hera, he was fuckable. Utterly, totally - no! No! She had to get a grip! She was an Amazon, not a schoolgirl with a crush!
'You're here about those three women,' he said in a bored manner. 'And yes, they killed themselves because of me. But you're not really going to care about that. Or do anything about it.'
'What..? I... I... don't...' What in hell was wrong with her? She had to snap out of this infatuated daze.
'Because I'm going to fuck you,' he said in a matter of fact tone.
Wonder Woman wobbled on her stiletto heels, her knees weakening at the thought. She inhaled sharply. 'W- what makes you think I'll let you?' she said, trying to appear defiant. Who was she kidding? She had never been so turned-on in her life, never been so attracted to anyone. Never been so overcome by such basic, carnal lust. This was utter madness!
'This,' he said catching her by her waist and hauling her hard against his chest. Every bit of common sense she possessed deserted her. She had become a slave to her hormones. Her nipples tightened, stimulated by the pressure of his chest. He pressed his lips to hers and Wonder Woman flushed with desire. She tried to find the will to push him away, but instead found her hands wrapped in his hair, pulling the silky strands, using them to direct his mouth over hers. She was intoxicated by the scent of him, the electric touch of his lips, his tongue working around hers, his mouth completely dominating hers. Her pussy throbbed uncontrollably and she felt wetness between her legs. Might he be able to make her orgasm just by kissing her long enough?
Love broke the kiss and looked deeply into her eyes, keeping her equilibrium off balance with nothing more than an I'm-ready-to-fuck you look. She was panting desperately, couldn't catch her breath. 'W... wh... what... have... yo... you...' She couldn't finish the sentence because Love's hand brushed her bare leg and she juiced herself.
'What have I done to you?' he said, finishing the sentence for her. 'Nothing. It's just biology. When I hit puberty something happened to my body chemistry. Suddenly I was irresistible to girls, they couldn't keep their hands off me.' He paused. ' Well, all women really. My Mom's bridge group used to get very excitable around me, and my teachers... Mrs Hunt, my math teacher... well, let's just say she was an education.' He pressed the erection in his jeans against Wonder Woman's thigh and she groaned with pure lust.
'So eventually I got an idea. I set this place up, seduced the richer clients, got them to change their wills and then I told them I didn't love them. So they committed suicide. Unrequited love, you see? Tragic.'
Wonder Woman was rubbing herself up and down against the hardness in his jeans, eyes locked with his. 'That's diabolical,' she breathed huskily. The ache between her legs was intense, she was hot and needy.
'Yes, it is,' Love agreed.
'I should do something about it' she whispered, moving her mouth close to his. Love brushed her lips with his, a feather-light touch, barely making contact. ' Well, do something,' he said. Wonder Woman threw her arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely, licking into his mouth, stroking her tongue along his, wantonly sliding her clit up and down his leg like a rutting animal.
There was no pretence anymore, she had no defences against his seductive spell. Her skin was damp and sensitive to his touch, her breasts heavy and tender. She was acutely aware of every inch of him against her. The sheer sense of him was suddenly too much for her, overwhelming her. Her legs buckled, her head rolling onto his shoulder, breath coming in ragged gulps as he supported her weight.
Love spun her around and she was somehow face down on the glass table, breasts palms and one cheek pressed against the cool surface, limp and helpless. She felt Love kick her legs further apart and heard the unmistakable sound of his jeans zipper. The noise ignited a driving urge to be fucked by him, a ferocious need for his cock inside her.
She felt Love pull the crotch of her costume to one side, exposing her cunt, and without any preamble he slid his cock into her slickness. Wonder Woman tightened and shook, realising that she was going to come just from that, from just one single thrust of him inside her. An orgasm exploded through her, ecstatic spasms radiating from her core outwards until she was trembling all over. She came harder than she ever had before, body jerking with pulses of pure pleasure.
'Yeah, that happens a lot,' Love said beginning to pump her. 'But don't worry, it's not all over.'
On the third stroke of his cock, she came again, her pussy involuntarily clenching around him. And then again. She was helpless her pleasure, hips shamelessly circling onto his thrusting cock, completely lost, mindless...
It was impossible to tell how many orgasms Love made her have before she felt him stiffen, followed by the spurt of his hot cum inside her, but when he was finished , she was covered in sweat, hair plastered over her forehead and cheeks, eye makeup running down her face, quivering with aftershocks, Love's spunk dribbling down her legs.
Love flipped her gasping, breathless body over. Her breasts had worked free from the top of her bodice and he casually cupped one, kneading it, rubbing his thumb over her nipple and making it instantly erect. 'You liked that, didn't you?'
Wonder Woman managed a slight nod of her head in response.
'Good. And you'd do anything for that again, wouldn't you?'
'Y... yes,' she gasped finally.
'And anything for me.'
'Oh god, yes... anything... just... just keep... fucking me...'
'Good,' he said. 'You see, now you're feeling the power of Love...'
THE END
This is in part inspired by an old Wonder Woman comic from the 60's or 70s I recall from my youth, where the villain (possibly called 'The Cavalier' - or possibly not!) had some power of seduction over women. Anybody know what it was?