Princess Diana of Themyscira, also known as Wonder Woman among her fellow superheroes, entered her quarters on the Watchtower. She was completely exhausted. And extremely frustrated.
And incredibly horny.
The problem was that this was becoming an usual occurrence. She had started her day with a little workout. She had then been joined by Batman for a sparring session, which seemed to occur more and more often. The man had teleported to the Watchtower directly
at the end of his patrol and so had still been smelling of sweat and blood.
Oh how she hated what this smell did to her. And the fact that he had pinned her face down on the ground didn't help either. She was certain he had rubbed his armored crotch between her ass cheeks on purpose. She had been dripping wet by the end of their practice.
And he had had the galls to brush her off on the pretense of being busy. Again.
As though it wasn't frustrating enough, she had had to answer an emergency call before she could reach a cold shower.
She stripped off her armor and tossed it on a chair next to her bed. She was just coming back from a difficult mission and all she wanted was some well deserved rest. But she couldn't get that insufferable jerk out of her head.
Damn this arrogant bastard. Damn his ridiculous pointy-eared cowl and his pretentious smirk. And his big sexy hands...
Hera, she wanted those hands roaming all over her body. She didn't wait to be lying in her bed before she started fondling herself. She squeezed her left breast with one hand, teasing her nipple with one finger, and stroked through her pubic hair.
She moaned lightly as her fingers reached her nether lips, rubbing them without opening the entrance to her vagina. She pinched her nipple as she settled herself on her bed.
"Bruuuce," she whimpered as she gently parted her pussy lips with two fingers and teasing herself with a third one by settling its length between them. She grazed her left hand's nails over her breast and erect nipple.
She had to bite on her lip to keep herself from moaning loudly as she plunged a finger into her vagina. She slowly pumped it in and out of herself while lightly scratching her inner walls.
She continued playing with her breast, squeezing it in rhythm with her other hand, its finger pumping at a nice steady pace. She added her thumb to her self-ministrations, rubbing her clitoris every time her finger delved into her pussy.
"Uuuh!" She panted loudly as she started pumping two fingers between her tighs. Her cunt juices were dripping out all over her bed mixing up with her sweat.
She was so close. So...
She jerked up into a sitting position when an alarm sounded from her communicator. She would have ignored it if she hadn't recognized it. This specific alarm announced a call from her mother.
She picked it up and listened.
"Diana, we need you back home," her mother's voice sounded through the device.
Trying to regain her breath after her earlier self-stimulation she asked "what is happening, Mother?"
"I can't tell you much right now, it is best if I explain the situation face to face. But know that Themyscira is about to face one of its greatest crisis," she replied cryptically.
"I understand, Mother. I'm on my way."
"See you soon, Diana," she told her daughter before cutting off the transmission.
Diana let out a heavy sigh and started putting her armor back on. This was going to be a long night.