by K D Grace
Jack choked on his own whiskey. “She’s what?”
“You ain’t no moron, Jack Calendar, surely you musta suspected something about her was...unusual after three days.” Big Z looked down into his glass and nodded slowly. “Ever since she rose up out of the sea foam on that giant oyster shell, I knew that she wasn’t your garden variety goddess. There she was looking all innocent and doe-eyed and all alone by herself. Well, I’m a pushover, Jack. Soft-hearted to a fault, I am. Of course I had to take her in, didn’t I?”
Sea foam? Garden variety goddess? Jack wondered what the hell the Z Man spiked his whiskey with.
If the man was joking, he was definitely po-faced about it. “Trouble is,” Big Z continued, “I had no idea that the woman had such a libido. I mean, you got your Athena and you got your Artemis, all chaste and proper like goddesses are supposed to be, then along comes Aphrodite.”
All this goddess talk was beginning to make Jack really nervous. If the man was really a nut case, if he really believed that Blondie was the goddess of love and Jack had been watching her have sex, then Jack could be in way more trouble than he thought. For all Jack knew Big Z could be some murderous serial killer who lured men into the tree to watch Blondie’s orgies, then had his thugs bring them to him and...Jack shivered at the thought of the bloke being butt fucked when he arrived. Who knew what horrible means of torture and death someone with delusions of godhood could dream up, especially if they thought they were protecting the goddess of love.
He shifted nervously in his chair as Big Z leaned across his desk and held Jack in an earnest gaze. “Within her first week on Olympus, she fucked all the servants — chicks and dudes, it didn’t matter one iota to her. And you see, the thing is, she was just so lovely and so delightful that it didn’t matter. We all loved her, and we just let her have her head, so to speak.”
“Wait a minute. Are you serious? Are you telling me that you’re really... That Big Z’s short for...that you’re Zeus, the Zeus. The one from Greek mythology and Mount Olympus and all that?”
Big Z blinked as though Jack had suddenly become an idiot.
“And Blondie, I mean Aphrodite, she really is Aphrodite, the goddess of love?”
Big Z drummed his ring-laden fingers on the desk. “Didn’t I just say that? Am I not speaking the Queen’s English?”
“And I just spent three nights watching the goddess of love...” his voice trailed off as Big Z nodded impatiently.
“Have we not already established that fact, Mr. Calendar?”
“You can’t really expect me to believe that you really are...and she is...”
Big Z eyed him with a bored-now look. “Go to the window, Mr. Calendar and tell me if you see an oak tree in the front garden of my house?”
Jack set his whiskey down and did as he was told. The garden was well lit with an array of night lighting, and he could see the street running in front of the high brick wall. From the part of the house he was in, he could even see Aphrodite’s window, still ablaze with light and his cock squirmed to think what might be going on in there, what he might be seeing if he were still in the oak tree... He looked again, then rubbed his eyes. Feeling slightly dizzy, he steadied himself against the ledge of the window and leaned farther out. Then he rubbed his eyes again with his knuckles and looked once more.
Big Z came to his side. “You see, Mr. Calendar, Jack. There is no oak tree on the other side of the fence, and even if there was, it would be too far away for you to see my daughter in her nightly recreations, at least not with your naked eyes. Would you not agree?’
“That’s impossible,” Jack whispered, feeling like he’d just stepped off a fast-moving roller coaster. “I was there. I saw her. I mean, I watched her.”
Big Z slipped an arm around his shoulder and guided him back to the settee. And it was his turn to down his drink, bottoms up. Big Z refilled both their glasses and sat down next to him. “You’re not going crazy, Jack, on that you can depend.”
“Then you really are...”
Zeus shrugged in a self-deprecating manner. “If you’d like I can conjure a thunder storm for you, rain down some lightning bolts, that sorta thing. However there are several wealthy politicians who have sacrificed a lot for good weather tonight, so the lightning bolts would not be my first choice. Business, you understand.”
“Then what happened?” Jack asked. “If I’m not losing my mind then what’s been happening the past three nights.”
“Exactly what you thought was happening, Jack, only the oak tree wasn’t real. Neither was the cat. And Aphrodite made sure you saw exactly what she wanted you to see.”
Jack blinked. “I don’t understand.”
Without warning, Zeus thumped him on the ear. “What are you thick or something? Weren’t you listening to me? Didn’t I just say Aphrodite’s a woman of special needs, and those needs are of a sexual nature.”
Jack rubbed his ear. “I still don’t get what that has to do with me. I wasn’t fucking her, was I?”
“That’s the point, Jack.”
“The point?”
“You weren’t fucking her, but she wants you to.”
When Jack still looked blank, Zeus growled. “Oh for fuck sake, didn’t I just tell you the woman is insatiable? Didn’t I just tell you that she needs a lot of sex, that she needs someone who can keep up with her needs.”
“You want me to...with the... Fuck!” Jack rose from his chair, but Zeus grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.
“You take care of the Family, Jack, and the Family will take care of you.”
“I don’t understand,” Jack said again. “I don’t understand what that means.”
“It means you work for us now, Jack Calendar.” He leaned close. “Here’s how I see it. Aphrodite’s always run the family business. The woman has a gift for high finance. Who’da thought? But she can’t do her job if she’s distracted by her carnal needs, now can she? And here among you mortals, I ain’t got the personnel these days to keep her well fucked. It was hard enough on Olympus. The woman needs a PA — a PA who can fuck her brains out when she needs it and have the stamina to keep on going, you know, like that Energizer Bunny. And, by the looks of things, she wants that to be you. You’ll be Aphrodite’s pink bunny, Jack Calendar, cuz so far, in all these long years, you’re the only one who can keep up with her.”
“Wait, I’m not a PA. I’m in IT. I don’t do...”
“That’s even better, that you know computers, Jack Calendar! That’s just perfect, in fact.” Zeus rubbed his hands together. “It’ll be your job to meet her special needs, Jack.” He gave a huge shrug that made the robe swallow up his neck for a second. “Of course she may need you to bring her coffee, or help her with some social networking, make sure the website is up to speed, those kinda things. Running the family business from home, as she does, it’s important to keep up with the latest, you know. And so much the better if she has someone who can fuck her all night and update the website in the morning,”
“But I already have a job,” Jack said.
“I’ll pay you twice as much, no. That is an insult to your intelligence, Jack, an insult. I’ll pay you five times as much, plus benefits and a very hefty sign-on bonus. In fact if you go to your account online, you’ll see that I have already left you a very nice deposit as a token of my good will.”
Jack ran a hand through his hair and blew out a breath. “Let me get this right, you’re paying me to fuck the goddess of love.”
Zeus leaned close and breathed expensive whiskey in Jack’s face. “Jack, I’m gonna make you an offer you can’t refuse. I’m Zeus. I don’t take no for an answer.” Before Jack could decide whether to laugh of not, Zeus held him in an amber stare. “She can still fuck you if your legs are broke, you know. But it won’t be nearly as pleasant for you, Jack Calendar.”
The same two black suits who had es
corted him to Zeus’s office led Jack up a curved marble staircase and down another long hall. One of the men, who looked rather nervous, knocked softly on yet another set of double doors, and Cat Woman, still wearing nothing but her string of pearls, answered. She smelled of sex, and Jack’s cock definitely liked the olfactory foreplay. She stepped aside and motioned him in, but shut the two suits out in the hall. Without a word, she took his hand and led him to the centre of the large, plush room decorated in soft shades green and mauve. It wasn’t difficult for Jack to believe this was the boudoir of the goddess of love. But in all honesty, it wasn’t the décor he was paying attention to — it was Cat Woman’s pert little ass shifting and tightening with every step she took, and that wonderful aroma of hot pussy was nearly enough to make him lose it. It certainly helped take his mind off the fact that the next place his cock would be was in the cunt of the goddess of love. If that wasn’t a mind fuck, he didn’t know what was!
“I’m Iris,” Cat Woman said. “I serve as messenger for the gods. Aphrodite is bathing at the moment and, since she expects you to be...” her dark gaze dropped to the bulge in his track suit, “...a bit uncomfortable. She’s asked me to prepare you and bring you to her.”
She knelt and untied his Nikes, her face so close to his cock that he could feel the heat of her breath. Then she helped him out of them and his socks. “Take them off.” She nodded to his track bottoms, and watched dispassionately while he did as she asked. “And now your t-shirt.”
Again he obeyed. And when he stood before her naked, his pole pointing at her solicitously, she gave him the once-over, as though he were nothing more than produce at the supermarket. He should have been offended, he supposed, but his cock certainly wasn’t. She walked around behind him and brushed the tips of her fingers down his back and onto his ass-cheeks, and he sucked a heavy breath. Then she moved close behind him, so close that he could feel the pointy tips of her nipples warm and thick against his back. “Don’t disappoint her,” she whispered against his ear.
Well that was a real aphrodisiac of a statement, he thought. And yet his cock didn’t waver in its resolve, as she led him into the bathroom with his heart pounding a heavy beat that he felt clear down to his balls.
It was a gigantic white marble bathtub shaped like half an oyster shell. Of course it was. And it was full of fragrant bubbles. Naturally it would be. And when she saw him from where she reclined barely visible over the abundant bubbles, she rose up out of the foam, right on cue, he thought.
But then he pretty much stopped thinking altogether because when she stood there like that, totally naked, golden hair falling around her shoulders and breasts, nipples puckered like pink rose buds and eyes bluer than any eyes he’d ever seen, well, how the hell could he think? Fuck, it was all he could do to breathe. And how the hell could he ever doubt who she was?
She held out her hand to him. “Jack Calendar, I’ve been waiting for you.”
And her voice. God her voice went right through him, made him feel like he would dissolve into nothingness right there in the water where she stood. The only part of him that felt like it had any substance at all was his cock, and it ached with a lust he’d never felt before, a lust that he was now certain no one in the whole world could ever satisfy except for the goddess standing before him, holding out her hand to him. And if she didn’t ease his suffering, he was sure he’d die.
Far less gracefully than he’d planned, he splashed his way into the sunken half-shell of a tub, then fell to his knees before her, the fragrant water lapping at his cock in warm waves.
“There, there, darling Jack,” she said, moving into his personal space, curling a finger beneath his chin and lifting it until his gaze met hers. And even the touch of her curled finger was fire against his skin. “It’s alright my dear Jack, you may be at your ease with me, and do not be afraid, for I shall show you exactly how you may best serve me.” She took a step closer until he was nose to pubes with the soft golden curls of her mound. “And I think you shall find worshiping me is not at all unpleasant.”
If her father spoke like Don Corleone, she spoke like she’d come straight from the pages of a Jane Austin novel, and fuck, was it hot.
She pulled away from him, and he thought he’d pass out from the absence of her touch. Then she motioned him to stand. “I have had such an evening, Jack Calendar, such a filthy evening that I find myself in need of a bath.” She held his gaze, “And I long for nothing so much as to be bathed by you.”
Anxious to please her, he found a sea sponge in a silver tray of bath implements at the ready by the side of the tub. He took it in nervous fingers, but she grabbed his wrist and stopped him just above one hugely swollen nipple. She held his gaze. “With your hands, Jack Calendar, bathe me with your hands.”
He dropped the sponge, and she squeezed body shampoo onto his palms then guided them to her breasts. And he was in ecstasy. He cupped the fullness of the goddess of love in his palms, soaping and kneading and thumbing and fondling. As her nipples rose through the foam, his balls tightened impossibly around their load, impatient for the moment of release. And as his cock pressed solicitously against the goddess’s silken thigh, he couldn’t imagine why anyone would want an out-of-body experience. Surely nothing could be more sublime that to be completely in one’s body and at the tender mercies of the goddess of love.
It was like she’d read his mind, and maybe she had. Her laugh was soft and crystalline, and he could feel it vibrate through her breasts, through her hardened nipples. “Though I suspect you are quite capable and fit to perform anything I may conceive for our sexual pleasure, I will be gentle with you for your first time, my darling. For I know how overwhelming I can be if I am not very careful, especially when I have intercourse with mortals.” She leaned close and gently cupped a hand beneath the weight of his balls, and the strangled gurgle that came from his mouth was anything but elegant. But Aphrodite didn’t seem to notice as she brushed a breath of a kiss against his lips and began gently, hypnotically kneading his balls. They felt like they expanded with each caress until he was sure they must be bigger than the whole bathtub.
“How full you are, Jack Calendar.” she whispered against his ear. “I do not know how you can contain within yourself the weight of such need.”
He wasn’t sure either at the moment.
“How I long to feel the release of your fullness up into my womanhood. Since the very first night you watched me, I have longed to have you enter me, darling, to have your swollen member fill my tightness, and ease my terrible need with your thrustings. Oh my sweet man, the very thought makes my secret opening burn with desire and thicken with my womanly dew.” She pulled away, and he found himself once again locked in her sapphire gaze. “Would you taste the dewy womanhood of the goddess, Jack Calendar?”
Fuck! Did the goddess of love just ask him to lick her pussy? He nodded idiotically, his mouth watering at the very thought. But he couldn’t seem to find enough brain power to comment verbally.
Still holding his gaze, she splashed water over each of her breasts in turn, rinsing off the soap in kneading caresses that culminated with tugs and pinches to her nipples and little kitten sounds at the back of her throat. And all the while, her hips rocked and shifted like she couldn’t quite get comfortable. And Christ, he would have lost it, had she not taken his penis in her hand and thumbed the head of it tightly.
“Come, Jack Calendar, come taste my pleasure. Then I shall let you enter me and take your release.”
She moved to the edge of the tub and seated herself on the tiles. There she opened her legs wide, fingering her lips apart with a little gasp. “Oh, I have such need, Jack Calendar, such exquisite need. Worship me, my darling, worship me with your mouth.”
Her clit was ruby hard and her pussy lips pouted heavily, glistening with wetness that Jack knew had nothing to do with the bath. Again he stumbled to his knees, this time between Aphrodite�
��s open thighs, and her fingers scrabbled almost painfully in his hair as she pulled him down to her open slit.
The jeweled swell of her clit drew him first, and he settled a pursed-lipped kiss onto it with a press of his tongue, and damn if her pussy didn’t practically gush over his chin. He felt against his tongue the little grunt that was her reaction to first contact. His tongue felt it, but his cock reacted to it with a tight tug at his balls.
He wasn’t very experienced at eating pussy. He could say that about sex in general, except for wanking, of course. But then he could hardly impress the goddess of love by wanking in front of her could he?
He didn’t know if there was an instinct for cunnilingus, and he really couldn’t imagine the Goddess of Love faking it. So there was nothing for it but to let his tongue lead the way into the softest, warmest, slipperiest place he’d ever had the pleasure of licking. She tasted like honey and thick cream, and she smelled like the sea lingering in sunlit tide pools. And he couldn’t get enough. Even if he could crawl up inside her and eat her forever he’d never get enough. Her thrusting became wild and frenetic, with each shifting and raking of her pussy flooding his mouth with the taste of her, the wet of her, and the fucking delicious lust of her.
And when she came, he could have drowned in her, might have done if she hadn’t pulled him away from her cunt and dragged him on top of her, whimpering and quivering. She grabbed his cock in a grip that was none too gentle and slid one hand down to hold the swollen folds of her pussy open, lifting her rounded bottom up off the tiled surface in an effort to position herself.
There wasn’t time to think about it. There was no ceremony, no prayer or meditation nor any of the ritual he would have thought might take place before a mortal fucked a goddess. She just sheathed his cock in tight wet pussy so exquisite that, as she wrapped her legs around him and thrust up to meet him, he was sure he was having a religious experience.
But before he could get too enraptured by the goddess’s cunt, she raked her divine fingernails across his ass-cheeks, and he flinched and bit back a curse. “I want you to hold your lust for me, Jack Calendar,” she whispered against his ear. “For I promise you, the longer you hold it, the more pleasure you shall have when at last I give you permission to release it. Can you do that for me, my darling?”
