It was the night of WrestleMania 28, Triple H had just lost to Undertaker in a thirty minute match, if that, filled with enough intensity to form a new Soap Opera. There was so much heart, so much determination shown from both men to captivate each and every single fan not only in the audience, but also worldwide, watching the PPV with anticipation and excitement.
Stephanie McMahon, in particular, had been watching the match with a keen eye from her office that was located next to Triple H's locker room. She solely watched in the interest of seeing her husband annihilate the man who she felt had been staring at her with such indecency; such lust which she interpreted as a sign of him attempting to arouse her. Unfortunately for the daughter of Vince, that did not happen as Taker did emerge victorious, and his WrestleMania streak remained intact for another year.
She felt like the 'issue' between her and Undertaker had to be settled right now, as she had switched on her mobile phone through the top left draw and began to dial the Deadman's number, quite literally. Oh how she was glad that the concept of mobile phones was a popular one.
Once the three men got off the stage after the group hug/good job that no one will forget, Taker stopped with the Other two. "Yeah no one will ever forget us." He spoke in his gruff tone, getting nods from the other two. "Shawn make sure he gets checked ok?"
"I always look out for him Mark. Just make sure you get yourself checked too."
"I'll be fine Shawn. Focus on helping Paul." Shawn nodded slowly before helping Hunter towards the trainers room.
Taker watched the two retreating forms before they turned the corner out of his sight glad to see Hunter moving slowly better under his own power. A faint smirk as the two men left his sight before he turned heading for his locker room. As he walked a few offered congratulations, Taker more or less brushed them off. He just wanted to get to the locker room and grab a warm if not hot shower to wash the aches of his body away. A hot shower and warm, soft bed was what he saw for him that night.
Reaching the locker room he walked in and headed for his bag. As he reached it he heard his phone ring. A figured it was his wife with her own kind words so he reached over answering it. "Hey Shell...oh sorry Steph." He rolled his eyes almost all the way to his whites as she started. "You what?..." a low growl "Ste" He paused before using the nickname again he used on her as a child. He wasn't in the mood for her power games. "Stephanie. I am sure you saw the hell of a match Hunter and I just put on out there...I am sure the meeting can wait till morning can't it? I just want to go get some rest and in the morning we can sit and talk about if this has anymore direction to it."
He lowered to the bench as his head was resting in his free hand while he waited for her response on waiting for the meeting she was requesting they have.
"Mark; this is serious. Meet me in my office immediately where we can discuss matters further." Stephanie simply stated in a dull monotone of voice. The fact that she had mentioned Taker's actual name emphasised the importance that she was addressing to him. It was a rarity that the wrestlers amongst the WWE get mentioned by their real names, but when it did occur, it was primarily for business reasons a majority of the time.
Taker tried not to growl into the phone. "Right away Stephanie." He hung up the phone slowly standing. "God damned princess." He grumbled to himself. He slipped the phone into the waist of his folded down ring suit. If the dear princess wants to see him that bad she would need to deal with him ring sweat and all. He left the locker room heading down the halls till he came across her office. It took longer then planned when he found out she had her office set up by the locker rooms and not with the other officers that were in attendance that night.
Reaching the room he knocked a scowl on his face as he felt she was making him wait longer then needed. Finally he heard her telling him to enter. He placed a gloved hand on the door pushing it open. He watched as she was seated behind her desk holding an air of superiority to her. A faint lick of his lips before he spoke thinking of how he would love to knock the billion dollar princess from her perch. "What is so damned important Stephanie that it couldn't wait?"
"Take a seat Mark." Still maintaining a disdainful scowl on his face, Mark had complied with Stephanie's orders, as he took a seat on the chair that was presented opposite to hers, with only her desk as a form of separation of the two.
"First off Mark, lose the attitude. You're still an employee of the WWE; as such, you are expected to act in a mature manner, not like some five year old brat. Does the case of Carmella DeCesare ring any bells?" Stephanie said in the same monotone voice she possessed when she had spoke to Taker via the phone. "By the way, congratulations on winning yet another WrestleMania match. You and Paul proved to the world why you two are still the main attractions that the WWE could possibly offer." A slight smirk had appeared on the face of Stephanie, one of the many patented characteristics that belonged to the self proclaimed Billion Dollar Princess of the WWE, as her eyes began to lock themselves onto Taker's.
'Brat? She thinks I act the brat? She's the one that snaps her fingers and expect everyone to jump including me.'
"This is how I act most of the time Steph..." He stops himself again a faint glow to his green eyes in the office lights. "If you don't like it after over 20 years...tough." He leans forward in the chair his hand braced lightly on his thighs looking at her. "You speak of mature...how am I not a professional?" His look almost begged her to challenge him. While her family may write the checks, he rules the back. He knows without him there would be chaos. Even if the fans only see him a few times year anymore he is still around even if not in person. He couldn't count how many times he would get called about one issue or another so the guys could get Taker's ruling on matters.
He leans back again a deep breath. "That aside thanks." he faintly gruffed. "It was a good effort on all parts...including Shawn's." Taker lightly rubbed his jaw stretching it a bit. "Even if that kick of his was rough. We all kept the fans on the edge." He leans back a little more stretching his long legs out the best he could trying to get somewhat comfortable. "So down to business; what couldn't wait?"
Her eyes were still glued to Taker's mysterious pupils. She honestly couldn't understand why, but they did slightly allure her. She was beginning to dream about releasing her sexual desires onto him, but managed to snap back into reality when she heard Taker's gruff voice ringing in her earlobes. "Well I decided to call you into my office, solely because I want to settle some unfinished business you and I seem to share together."
An eyebrow was raised at this statement, but before Taker could open his mouth to protest, Stephanie interrupted him. "You see, I've observed your actions towards me for a number of years. As briefly as I could possibly put it, I can tell you have desires for me. Would I be correct in assuming so?"
Taker kept his cool demeanour with only the faintest of smirks to his lips. You must be joking." He saw the seriousness in her eyes. "The only hint of any desire was the ones written in the stories." He lowers his head a low growl as he runs a hand over his head. "So you brought me here under the presence of my next obligations to the company." He took a slow breath raising his head looking at her a glint to his eye. "But in reality it was to stroke your ego princess." She had the audacity to think he desired her and to go it when he needed rest after a hard fight, she lost the professional courtesy. "I was just looking out for you Stephy..." Yes; now the childhood name. "Or did you forget your father would toss a fit if you ever really got hurt?"
He mentally shook his head as Stephanie got a tiny pout at the faint chance he was being honest and she had mistaken his looks for just those of a protective guard. The pout to the older face almost reminded Taker of the younger girl he used to know. If someone he trusted asked him if she was pretty he wouldn't lie. Stephanie was definitely attractive, if you took away the bitchy personality. She was an attractive woman...but not his type. Then again his 'type' hasn't worked for him so far. 'Maybe I do need a change? What the hell you are married so is she. Don't fall in her trap...she would use it against you.'
"You know Mark, denial is more than just a river." Stephanie said, with an egotistical smirk that was beginning to replace her minuscule pout. She slowly stood from her chair so she could take a stroll past her desk to where Taker was located. "It's obvious that you have feelings for me. You can deny the truth all you like, but your eyes are telling me a completely different story."
"You're not my ideal type of man, but I can't have one of the top WWE superstars pent up his sexual desires." Once the McMahon had finally reached her destination, her small, velvet like hands began to teasingly travel from Taker's right kneecap to his thick thigh at an agonisingly slow speed. "This is what you really want, isn't it? The daughter of your boss touching you...caressing your needs and primal urges."
Taker couldn't help his breath hitching briefly in his through at her touch and the look of her own desire in her eyes. He wrapped his hand around her smaller wrist. A dark glint to his eyes as he spoke a deep rumble to his voice. "And what exactly is your type Princess? A good little dog that will look the other way why you play your little games?" A faint scowl to his lips. "Does Hunter know or care you play these games still? Play with the talent offering the world on a platter. Remember I already travelled the road and earned the world I have. I don't need your promises." He stood up looming over her, his body pressed near hers trapping her between the desk and him he lowers his head closer to hers. His green eyes seems to tap deep into her. his voice low are rumbles.
"As for sexual desires I think you have it backwards...I know you been wishing the black wedding was real." Unsure why he takes a gloved hand brushing the back of it along her face. He stops with a faint smirk again. "As for primal urges...that's what my wife is for."
"While that point is valid, you haven't been spending nearly as much with your wife as you'd like to. Your needs are reaching their boiling point, and your lust is incredibly transparent." Stephanie's breathing had gotten notably deeper and heavier. Her lust was rapidly increasing as the space between her and Taker had gotten thinner.
Still, determined to come out as the more dominant of the two, Stephanie mimicked Taker's actions as she removed her hand from his thigh and placed it onto the side of his face; slowly rubbing his cheeks with her silk-like hands. "Now if you really don't have sexual desires for me, then do you care to explain why you are stroking my face?"
He takes a hold of her hands moving them away from his face. "There is a difference between sexual desires and concern." He studied her features wondering if buried inside was remotely any part of that sweet almost innocent princess, or has the world and more so of the wrestling business really made her this cold. Stephanie's words about not seeing Michelle as much as he would of like lately hit a faint nerve with him. She was off on some side project while he was back on the road with the lads up to the match that night.
He hated to think what he was thinking. Yes another woman's touch was faintly welcoming, but he couldn't allow it. He had spend to many years to let it falter now. How many women have tried to get him to stray during his relationships? Too many...how many divas have tried thinking scoring with him would give a boost to their careers. For crying out loud that is what a lot of people thought Michelle was doing when she was there to pick up the pieces of the broken marriage between him and Sara when he found her cheating on him.
That wasn't the case though, she left wrestling shortly before they got married. She couldn't be walking down the path Sara did...or could she? Those thoughts are when Taker realized she had not called his phone yet to make sure he was taking it easy after that rough match. Also on top if to she was too busy to come to the arena to see it...why was he getting doubts in his head?
"Now you can answer the same question Princess...if there is no attraction on your side..." He slowly brings his face even closer to hers a dark spark to them "Then why you feel so compelled to place your hands on me? Does Hunter not press your buttons for you?" He let go of her hands to slowly stand upright again.
"Like you said earlier, it's only a form of me showing concern. I wouldn't want to jeopardize the future of my father's company because of one superstar's pent up lust." Stephanie also stood upright. While the youngest of the McMahon siblings may have been towered by Taker, otherwise acknowledged by her as Mark, she wouldn't allow her authority to also be towered by Taker's. She had learned on numerous occasions that a high status can be extremely beneficial.
"Michelle's gone. Paul's gone. There's only just us two left. Just let out those raw emotions. Show me how aroused you really are Mark." Stephanie said, as she took a step that had once again closed the gap between her and Mark's bodies. "I can assure you that happens in this office will automatically stay in this office. None of this will be spoken of anywhere else."
Taker slowly shakes his head looking down at her. "Why do you push so hard Stephy? Why do you want me so bad when for all you know your dear husband could be right next door? Or maybe HE is the one that is not your type? Maybe I am more your type? You seen sides few have. You seen the caring side of me when Page was stalking Sara, but you also saw the darker side." He reached a hand to lightly place it around her neck making her head tilt to look up at his as he peered down at her. He could feel her breath hitch even though there was hardly any pressure to his grip. The hint of fear excited a part of him he had to push aside for years.
He smirked looking into her eyes almost her soul. His voice gave a low deep rumble. "So tell me dear Princess...tell me what it is you really want?"
Her eyes were beginning to shine when he grew a smirk on his rugged face. Her breathing had become as deep as it could get when the distance between herself and Taker had thinned out yet again. The determination to be the most dominant was still a priority for the businesswoman, but her enticement was beginning to take a small chunk of her attention span. Not having much time to think, she boldly grabbed Taker's crotch as a final resort to have the higher status of the two. "I already told you. I want the safety of my father's company to remain intact. If that means I have to sexually stimulate you, then so be it."
Taker's eyes closed a sharpness to his breath at the sudden contact. Her touch was not hard as if to deter him. It may have been firm but not in an attack sort of way. A faint lick of his tongue across his lips. He then shook his head opening his eyes peering at her again. His hand never leaving her throat. As he looked he lowered his hand but used it to pry hers from his body. That cold smirk playing on his lips. "Nice try princess. You are not the first and I doubt the last to try to get me. As for your excuse of the safety of the company."
He gave a brief cold laugh. "I am only here at this point as a draw for Mania...that and last I heard your father wants to see me in July. I am far from a threat to destroying anything." He shook his head letting go of her hand and taking a step back even pushing the chair back to give a little space.
Taker got a faint look to his face that would be hard to describe by most as it was hardly seen on his face. If it had to have a word, it would be pity. "Are you even listening to yourself Steph?" A shake of his head lowering it slightly. "You're willing to sexually please top talent to protect the company? If that is the truth..." He sighed. "Stephanie please tell me you are only saying that to cover what you really feel. I don't want to think that is what you feel you need to lower yourself to for the sake of this business."
Taker thought too much of the business and of this young woman to think she felt she had to lower herself to such things for the sake of business. He silently prayed she was lying and would admit it.
"If I 'admit'..." Stephanie began to say, raising her hands as a sign of integrated quotation when she pronounced the word 'admit'. "...that I have sexual desires for you, will you allow me to release all that pent up sexual frustration you have stored up inside of you?" She was desperate for an answer; her dark brown eyes were shining brightly in anticipation to what Taker's response could potentially be.
He tilted his head as her words, was she now just trying to placate him? She keeps saying the sexual frustrations he has. He has always thought of himself as one with almost iron resolve in those matters. He had to be to remain faithful over all those years. He steps closer to her again taking her chin lightly in his large hand looking into her eyes. "I want to hear it...and mean it Steph...tell me your real reason." He watched her eyes and expression learning quite well how to read people over the years. As he waited he could not fully get his mind away from what he was even thinking...would he bend to her desires over a confession? Could he betray Michelle like that? Then again he still wondered why she could not be there that night, what was more important then her support of him that night. He also could not shake that Hunter could be as close as a wall thickness away. Maybe it was slightly thrilling the thought of causing the dear princess to scream in delight with her king so close.
A perversely erotic grin had formed on the face of Stephanie. She could feel that her grasp of authority was getting stronger, as Taker's was gradually becoming more weaker. She sank to her knees, arousal taking full control of her body. She was currently eye level to Taker's crotch, which she had hoped was giving Taker a pleasant view. "Do you want me to tell you, or would you rather I show you?"
A deep almost growl from Taker seeing the brunette woman seem to almost worship at him. His voice cold almost commanding. "Look at me and tell me...you doing that still won't tell me how you truly feel Steph...are you wanting this because you have wanted me...or is it still the sake of the company?" He removed his striker gloves dropping them to the side as he slowly ran a hand through her hair. His voice oddly lowered yet had that deep alluring tone to it. "Don't hide from me...open to me."
"If I was purely doing this for the WWE, then I wouldn't be on my knees. I will admit that a part of me feels so enticed towards you. Are you happy now?" Stephanie said as she moved her face millimetres closer to Taker's groin. The imagery Taker was receiving was providing him with an immense level of bliss and sexual delight. "Now, do you believe me, or do I have to show you why I'm aroused?"
A faint smirk again to his face, as his hand still ran through her hair. "Why do I have a feeling even if I said I believe you, you will still wish to show me." His fingers tangled lightly in her locks. "And as we already established princess you aren't exactly one to take no for an answer easily." He closed his eyes lightly still unsure why his will was bending at the though of the impending worship of this princess before a dark lord when she already has a king in her bed. He lets go of her hair pulling his hand back her tone low almost oddly soft. "Just once...once then we go back to the lives fate dealt us both." His eyes open again looking down at her. "Right?"
"That would be correct. This would be a one-time deal only. Not a single word of this would get out of this office." Stephanie said, with lust dripping from every syllable that came out of her mouth. "Now shut up and enjoy." Her lips collided onto Mark's, as she started a passionate lip-lock that would highlight the sexual stimulation the two had felt for each other. Her lips remained on his for thirty one seconds, to be precise, before she pulled back. "You want this just as much as I do, don't you?"
She got back to her feet slowly, as he reached his hand behind her head tangling his fingers in her hair again pulling ever so slightly. "Does it matter really who wants this more?" He brought his lips back to hers. It was oddly soft for such a large man, after a few moments his allowed his tongue to brush her lips silent asking permission to enter. As he tried to offer his own worship of her lips and mouth, he trailed his free hand around her back pressing her closer to him causing her to easily feel his growing arousal through his ring attire.
Their bodies were intimately touching. Their chests clashed, their thighs met and their most private areas were grinding off of each other; the feeling of lust was a total understatement to both Taker and Stephanie. They didn't even bother thinking about their other halves, just focussing on each other. One of Stephanie's hands was stroking the back of Taker's neck, almost to the point of massaging it; the other hand was coolly rubbing his thigh as she was doing earlier.
A low almost primal growl from the large man as he moved his lips along her jaw towards her neck taking in the taste and rich sent of the woman. Moving his hands from her back and hair he strips her of the suit coat she had on finding bare arms to the shell she was wearing under it. His hands move over the delicate flesh feeling faint goosebumps trail her skin at his touches.
His touch grazes her hands before sliding around her body firmly grabbing her breast lifting her up onto the desk not caring what may or may not be on it. His mouth near her ear the breath hot and heavy in her head. "Tell me what you want Princess." Oddly it no longer sounded childish, teasing or condescending. It thickly clung like a term of endearment.
"I want you to make me wet." Stephanie maintained her deep breathing as Taker's voice was making her earlobes tingle with pleasure. Arousal had completely taken over the capability of her brain; all she could think about was having hot, rough sex with the man she had known for over twenty years.
His hand moved along her hips to her thighs spreading them apart. He roamed one hand towards her inner thigh and up under her skirt relishing the heat her more private spot was already generating moisture. "I don't see that being a problem princess." A small part of him desperately wanted to add the word 'my', but a deep part of him would not allow it.
Grabbing a hold of the smaller woman he moved her body to the couch in the office. He lowers her down on it lowering to a knee in front of her. His green eyes locked with her brown orbs moving his hands up her body shedding her of the shell as he went. He leaned forward capturing her lips, he was determined for him to taste her mouth wither she wanted him to or not.
His tongue exploring her mouth he moved one hand to her right breast massaging if firmly through her bra. He then slipped his hand past the fabric freeing the one firm globe of flesh from it's confines. His large fingers twisting teasingly at the nub causing mews to try to pass Stephanie's lips.
He gave faint growl his own arousal growing more. Stopping the assault on her mouth Taker moves his lips down her body to the expose breast. His large tongue flicks the sensitive skin before he places his lips to it. He wraps one arm behind her skilfully unlatching the hooks holding the offence fabric on place. Still teasing the one nub he helps the bra slide away down her arms to the floor.
Moans were easily escaping the mouth that had belonged to Stephanie. Taker's lustful suckling and nipping of her pink nipple had caused waves of pleasure to ride through to the insides of her quivering body.
The most intimate region of her body had began to further moisten as Taker was providing such essential pleasure towards the upper half of her desirable, tanned body. She inserted a finger to rub around her underwear which had only made her lower lips provide even more wetness as Taker's lips were still latched onto her tit.
While paying attention to both of her firm perk breast Taker used his hands to help Stephanie shed the rest of her clothing except for her heels. Placing a hand on each of her thighs he lazily moved his lips down her body, the movement was almost agonizingly slow. He could feel her body wanting to surrender yet fight him at the same time. He pulled back just a moment to watch her still lightly touching herself. Soft yet firmly he took a hold of the hand bringing it to his lips. He wrapped his mouth around her finger taking in the faint taste. His eyes close committing the taste to his memory.
Opening his eyes again he could see her gaze transfixed on his lips. Slowly pulling her fingers away he gave that alluring smirk of his. "Yes princess you are already wet indeed...but not enough..." His thick tongue traced his lips to make clear what he had in mind.
He slid his hands farther up her legs till his firm fingers could brush her mound. Grazing over the flesh he pulled the fold apart. "Like a delicate flower awaiting to be plucked." He lowered his head between her legs gliding his tongue slowly all the way from the firm pearl of her clit down to the base of her nethers. His growl like sounds faintly brushing her flesh as he relished her sweet taste; neither marriage nor motherhood seemed to have diminished her sweetness at all.
Her legs began trembling at the faint touch Taker's tongue had provided. He didn't even enter her, yet she was still feeling spasms of delight ride into her body. She couldn't understand why this was; perhaps it was because it had been so long since her husband had orally pleasured her; maybe Taker was just naturally gifted with his tongue. Her thoughts were diminishing however, as the long pink tongue of his partially entered her before he pulled out. She was moist before, but now she was dripping wet…all due to him.
To try and keep herself from screaming her office down, Stephanie bit her peach lips while the tip of one of her slender fingers began to slowly tweak at the wet nub that had previously been licked and suckled on by the man who began to slap his tongue against her wet folds.
Taker shifted a bit feeling how her body trembled as his ministrations of her body. Feeling her growing even wetter he focused her mouth and tongue over her hot opening that nearly begs for his attention. His tongue slid deep with in her pulling her nectar even more towards his hungry mouth. He took his hands go grab a hold of her hip pulling her ass closer to the edge of the couch opening her that much more to him.
He pulled his lips just enough to gaze longingly up her body towards her face as he licked traces of her from his face including extending that massive tongue down the swipe traces from his red bread. He loved how she looked as she tried to contain her sequels of pleasure. He wanted to hear them though...he wanted to hear the princess begging the dark lord to be freed.
He moved his lips back to her swollen and slick folds sucking them into his mouth before returning his tongue to her hot tunnel sliding it in and out quite skilfully.
As he worked his lips he used his hands to push down his tights and then the doublet. He groaned against her flesh as the air brushed his freshly exposed flesh. He fought the two desires...touching himself as he continued his feast or pinning Stephanie to the couch and plunging deep into her. He knew he would feel her wrapped around him in time but he wanted her to come once to his mouth first.
If this was truly for just one night, he was going to enjoy her how ever he could.
Minute whimpers had managed to escape the passage that were her shivering lips. She had felt amazing sensations crawl inside of her as Taker took great care in caressing her wetness with his large tongue. She felt that at any minute now, she would just explode in total bliss.
"Tombstone...me..."
She couldn't help it. She had taken an interest in Taker's signature move, The Tombstone Piledriver. The curiosity to actually experience what it feels like to be put in such an iconic manoeuvre was taking over her desires, and the fact that she would be naked had only made the billion dollar princesses' curiosity raise to an even higher level.
'Oh all words to pass the princesses mouth...why those?' Taker thought. Those two words said with such desire and need even froze him for a slight moment. His body slide almost effortlessly up her till his eyes locked with hers again her scent clinging to his face. "You truly sure of that princess?" A low groan feeling his hardness brushing against her warm heat. "Say it and it shall be..." He leaned towards her neck running his tongue along the quivering skin.
She shivered at the contact of his powerful tongue and her trembling skin. His husky voice had provided her with many shockwaves that consisted of enticement and delight. Words that had escaped her mouth were what she had truly thought, but never would reveal had the two been in an entirely different circumstance.
"I...want you...to tombstone me...I want you to orally pleasure me at the same time that I orally pleasure you. Is that too much to ask?"
He smirked against her skin. He moved away just for a few moments removing the rest of his gear. When he stood she could fully take in how endowed the man was. Who could say for sure if he was well endowed or average for one of his size? He slipped from boots before sliding the rest of his gear down his toned legs. He moves back over to her like a large predatory cat stalk his prey. He loomed over her his face a few inches from hers. "Very well princess...but no contact on your part till after you land...last thing I need is you biting by mistake." He had to admit this was one of the odder things he has heard but was intrigued by it at the same time.
Taking Stephanie by the hand he helped her stand even on her shaky legs. He wrapped one arm around her moving her to a clear part of the floor. He gave a cold smirk running a finger lightly across her lips as her eyes were almost in a trance of burning desires. He issued a faint nod before grabbing her. He flipped her body so her moist folds rested right near his head. Her face resting right above his groin because of the difference in size. He felt her wrapped her arms around his firm legs the hands resting by his ass.
He lowered his mouth to the flower bud of her body lapping away at her nectar again. He groaned at the sweet taste his arms held tight to prevent her slipping at all. He spread his leg to give a firmer base. A moan passed his lip feeling the princess defiance moving her head to brush the leaking head of his member. "Damn Pr-princess...ye-yes...I-I'll warn you...damn." He panted between his licks and Stephanie took that as indeed a cue to slowly coax more of the thick shaft past her own lips. Her head spinning from the sexual arousal that was begging to be let go added to that the blood rushing her head making her slowly light headed.
His own legs wanted to tremble from this position, but he fought to give her even more pleasure from this unique arrangement. "K-K Pri-Princess...Stop..." He fought the almost need to almost yell the stop last he needed was to bring her off the high he could feel she was experiencing.
He felt the cool air of the room brushing his member. He returned to his delectable feast before he allowed himself to drop his weight to his knees knowing Stephanie was in no real danger from the move because of how high he held her body. The only 'damage' was the jarring of the body and the light-heartedness from the blood rushing her head.
He stopped feasting from her long enough to gently lower her body to the floor. His moved one hand to lightly pet her while keeping his weight on one arm and his knees. He love feeling and hearing how she panted as she was fighting to regain some sort of mental function.
He slipped one large finger into her body slowly gliding it in and out to see her reaction before adding more.
Her legs were spread wide open once again as her rose bud was penetrated once again, but this time by Taker's large fingers instead of his experienced tongue. Stephanie's mind was sent into a spiral of confusion as to how she could feel. On one side, she felt amazing; she felt that she was getting treated to so much bliss that her body was on the verge of spasming in delight. On the other, she felt guilty. She felt immorally wrong for this; she was married to a different man, he was married to a different woman.
She couldn't help but feel sorry for Michelle and Paul.
Taker continued working her with a second finger. Something was off though, he knew it could not still be the effects of the tombstone she asked to experience in such an odd manner. Why she still seemed so hot, another part was feeling distant. She had not even attempted to return to pleasing him as he was sure she would have. Moving his hand he just lightly petted her mound as he shifted his body so he was now next to her on the floor. His free hand touching her face getting her to turn it towards him.
He tried to fight the scowl of almost displeasure reading her eyes. Why buried deep was still the burning want...closer to the front was the regret and worry. He let go of her face also removing his hand from her mound. He sat up looking down at her. "Do you wish this was over...tell me now...I know we have gone far...but not fully past the point of no return..." His voice the hint of coldness that could scare or enthral the one hearing it. Maybe he used it to form a wall to prevent himself getting hurt.
She was forced back from her thoughts when she heard the coldness ringing in her ears that would later be established as Taker's voice. She couldn't believe she had so easily forgotten his needs as his hard shaft was just dangling, desperate to receive some attention. "I want this."
This was all she could announce before she engulfed a huge portion of Taker's large member deep into her mouth. Her nose was close to being buried amongst his neatly trimmed pubic hairs, as her mouth was close to accommodating the base of his length.
His head went back with a groan taking off guard by how swiftly she had moved. Even more amazing was how easily she was seeming to accommodate his size. "Damn princess! You're good at that." He ran a hand through her tussled locks. His forced himself to move his head to look at her as she ran her hot lips over his aching shaft.
"You look so attractive..." He spoke heated yet oddly a loving hint to it as his hand still ran through her hair. His eyes closed his breath growing more ragged. "Keep th-that up Pr-princess...you're go-gonna be a surprise..." He groaned. "Or is that wh-what you want?"
He laid back down. "Bring that ass over to me...let me go back to giving you a good tongue lashing Pr-princess."
Initially not taking notice of Taker's request, she still continued bobbing her head up and down the length of his hard dick. She did have trouble fitting it all in, but with enough determination and arousal, she did manage to deepthroat the iconic superstar.
It was only once she felt that her nose was pressed against his pubic hairs for long enough, that her mouth had slowly removed itself from Taker's length, as she opened her mouth once again, only this time it was to speak. "You wanna lick me?" Stephanie said, as her eyes shined brightly and her confidence was in the process of being regained.
Minutes before Hunter was slowly making his way towards his locker room. He movements still slowed feeling the energy drained from his body. Reaching near the room he actually stopped in front of Stephanie's office. 'I'll just see if we can wrap things early...then we can relax at the hotel and let her worship her king.' He thought to himself with a faint smirk.
Starting to push the door open and opened his mouth he stopped before a sound could pass it when he heard Stephanie's voice. Well he suspected it was her voice as it was only muffled sounds of pleasure. 'What the hell!' His blood began to boil. "K-K Pri-Princess...Stop..." He heard an all to familiar voice.
'No! It…It can't be...no...' Hunter moved from his position near the door hoping to catch a glimpse his mind trying to find any rational reason for the sounds he was hearing.
His line of sigh changing he had to stop a gasp seeing Taker's large naked from holding Stephanie in such an hold normally viewed as something dangerous. He should know feeling the effects of it himself barely a half hour ago. Hearing his wife lustful sounds he couldn't help but feeling aroused. It should be him causing though. Not his rival in the ring and who he thought was a friend outside. The mutual respect they showed the fans...where was that respect now?
His heart sunk seeing Taker actually drop to his knees. The only thing stopping him from throwing the door open was the shock of it all. He could barely make out fragments of their bodies from his view point. He couldn't suppress a shutter seeing how Taker's naked body loomed over Stephanie. A light of his lips maybe a twinge of jealousy of her position.
He could never admit to anyone he had cast glances over the years at the larger man, wondering how it would feel being pinned by him in ways other then the ring. A few glances at his backside and legs in the shower when he would not be caught.
Taker's body moved so he was next to Stephanie. He then sat up asking her wish for it to end. Hunter blocked the desire to moan watching how the larger frame moved. Odd how one viewed as so cold seemed so concerned. The layers to Taker were quite fascinating even after all this time. Even with the concern there was a cold wash to his voice and body langue. Some odd reason Hunter was unsure if he wished this unknowing show to end or not. While it would leave Stephanie more then willing for his own enjoyment, it would also put an end to the lovely show of Taker's body.
Hearing Steph's unwilling to end it even when offered it lit a small fire in Hunter again. He pushed the door just a little more. The two of them seemed lost in their own blissful world to notice his presence. He saw as his wife seemed quite engrossed in pleasuring Taker. His words encouraging her of how close he was already feeling.
Stephanie's almost playfulness asking about Taker licking her was the last straw. As she started to move her body Hunter finally let his presence known.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"
Gasps of shock and horror came from Stephanie's trembling lips. She had been caught in the act, which was one of the last things she had pictured in mind. Taker was providing her with such pleasure, she hadn't even noticed her husband arrive to witness what was one of the most shocking, yet erotic sights that his eyes would have ever seen.
"Paul! T-this isn't...w-what it l-looks...like."
Rolling his neck he looked over the two of them. Despite her words he noticed she made to attempt to move away. A faint smirk passed his lips. "You can't even try to be original can you Steph?"
Taker slowly pushed himself back up on his elbows looking at Hunter a mix of guilt and frustration. "Don't take it out all on her...I talked her into it." He was unsure why he lied to try to protect her.
Hunter shifted his eyes to Taker. "I also heard you try to put the breaks on Dead Man...I guess when the reality hit, she can be quite persuasive in things she wants and I guess for some reason that is you." He looks back at Stephanie, his voice consisting of sneers. "Don't mind me. Just carry on. Clearly I'm not important enough for you."
"Why? Enjoying the show Paul?" Taker asked with a drawl.
"Shut up bastard! You've got no place to talk!"
Taker smirked before he reached for Stephanie having her move again to sit on the floor beside him. "Admit it..."
"Admit what?"
Taker looked at Stephanie a hand brushing her face leaning over kissing her with great force till she felt like she was melting at his passion. She could not stop the sounds from her body. Her body moved begging more contact even with her husband a few mere feet away.
Hunter bit his lips watching it. One part of him burned with rage at Taker's actions, but another was aroused and heated. Taker broke the kiss allowing Stephanie to breath. He stood up with some effort his body slightly protesting because of the match. He moved closer to Hunter his eyes scanning his body before focusing on his hazel eyes and the faint darkened tint to them.
The cold, cocky smile crosses his lips. "Admit you are turned on watching us...Admit you really don't want us to stop." He pauses a faint brief chuckle "Or perhaps you want to join the fun yourself Hunter?"
Hunter was mixed with a plethora of potential reactions for Taker. Hunter could have just started a brutal brawl with his WrestleMania opponent for delighting HIS wife with such oral pleasure...yet he also could join in the duo who were controlled by lusting stimulations.
Slow footsteps could be heard from Hunter; his brain still not sure on whether to hit or to kiss the man who had defeated him in front of millions. Gradually, he reached his destination as he was at a close distance to both Stephanie and Taker.
"Fuck you Mark. You probably want me to suck you off like my wife just did. I don't think so cunt. You'll be wrapping those pretty little lips around my dick, whether you want to or not." Growled Hunter; his facial expressions sending signals that consisted of hatred, yet desire. His wrestling trunks were now sporting a thick erection that had been rubbed by his large hands.
"Just cause your boy toy does...doesn't mean I will." Taker smirked, even when naked he had an intimidating presence. Some may be tempted to claim he was even more intimidating not showing any hint of being ashamed. "What the hell are you talking about Mark?"
Taker closed what little distance there may of been left. "You really think everyone buys what you and Shawn had as just an act?" Taker gave a low almost predatory growl as his large hand moved to grope Hunter through his trunks. Hunter gave a gasp at the sudden contact. He began to massage the swollen member through the strained spandex.
Hunter wanted to try to pry the large hand away out of pride, yet it felt too welcoming. Taker moved his head next to Hunters his voice thick with intent and desire. "Don't think I've been blind to your looks Paul...I'll give you what you want, as long as I get you in the end..." Taker moved his head looking in Hunter's eyes before his other hand reached into Hunter long hair pulling their lips together in a searing kiss.
Hunter foolishly tried to protest, but his parting lips only allowed Taker's thick tongue to slip past his lips to his mouth. The oral assault and the odd taste that was Taker mixed with the lingering sweet taste of Stephanie cause Hunter's protest turn to a hungering desire for more of the large man's feel and taste.
Their lips had parted, their tongues were dancing and their desires were fuelled by each other's tastes. The newly found lust each men were beginning to share each other made it's way into the atmosphere. Taker's hand was caressing Hunter's proud member through his black trunks, and Hunter slowly found himself returning the favour as his large hand began to stroke up and down the large length that was the Deadman's shaft.
All that was transpiring had Stephanie licking her lips in total arousal. The two men that had both provided her with much sexual pleasure at some point in her life were sharing intimacy with each other. As Stephanie would watch with anticipation, she thought that the homo eroticism shown by Taker and Hunter was hot, to say the very least.
Taker emitted a deeper groan as Hunter's hand stoking his length. His mouth moving from Hunters trailing along his shoulders and collarbone till he began trailing over Hunter's defined pecs. His senses taking in the heat and rich saltiness of the other man's flesh. His hands worked to lower Hunter's trunk as his teeth nipped at his nipples.
Hunter fought the moan that wanted to pass his lips at the rough treatment the Deadman was giving him. It was rough but heated his loins that much more. It was odd not being the larger one in an encounter for a change. Taker switched which nipple he was painfully torturing seeing or more so feeling Hunter was getting off on it.
Taker lowered down Hunter's body till he was on one knee. His hands firming grabbing around to Hunter's bare ass. His teeth lightly sinking near Hunter's hip bone getting a wince yet groan at the same time. Taker ran his tongue over the tender flesh of the bite send pleasurable jolts through Hunters body.
"Damn Taker..."
"Should I stop?" Taker taunted him.
"Don't you fucking dare!"
"I didn't hear a please."
"Fuck it...Come on Deadman...don't do this to me..." Taker lifted his eyes up Hunters body loving how well he could command even in a position some would view as submitting. His head slowly turned looking at the enticing Stephanie.
"Come 'ere Princess." He then turns back towards Hunter. "You better warn me if you think you gonna fall...or blow." He almost growled the last two words. He then took his tongue running it from the bite on Hunter's hip over the pelvic area and gliding it up his shaft. Hunter's breath hitched in his throat his mind still taking in it was really experiencing this.
Taker swirled his tongue over the leaking head before running it down the other side. Coming back up once again to the swollen head he begins to wrap his lips around the head taking up more into his wet mouth. His hands never leaving Hunter's ass using it to keep him stilled as he worked the younger male.
'This is just pure fucking bliss.' Hunter thought, as he got a near flawless view of Taker attentively caressing his painfully hard erection. The older man's tongue worked it's way from one side of the shaft to the other before the man with the undefeated WrestleMania streak began to bob his head up and down the younger man's impressive length. Hunter was quick to place his hands on the back of Taker's head so the former could thrust deeply into the latter's experienced mouth.
Stephanie meanwhile, moved closer to the blowjob that was currently occurring. Her husband getting sucked off by a married man; it was immoral, but perversely erotic at the very same time. Her body was heated, and her lust had been raised as she, along with her husband, began to simultaneously stroke the hard-on that belonged to Taker.
As Hunter was focused on his erect cock receiving as much pleasure as it could possibly get from the Phenom's talented mouth, his grip on Taker's shaft was fading.
Eventually, the hand that was stroking the older man's member was Stephanie. One velvet-like hand was used to caress the entire length of Taker's shaft, from the engorged tip to the base that had been crowned by his pubic hair; the other small, feminine hand was fondling his scrotum, as she made a valiant attempt to make the Deadman feel as aroused as she could possibly raise his sexual desires.
Taker pulled back despite his protesting, removing Hunter's member from his mouth. He moved one hand to stroke him, while he gave Stephanie a look with a faint dark smile. "You seem a little left out princess." He gave a groan as she massaged his balls.
"Mmmmm…the choice is yours...think you can handle us both...or shall your King ravage your body while I do the same to him?"
"What the? I never...ahh fuck..." Hunter tried to protest but was cut off by Taker giving a firmer grip and pull on his sensitive organ. Pain waved through his body, but then oddly pleasure after it.
"Hush...I warned you I would get you mmmmm...I would get you in the end." His head tilted back some as his eyes closed feeling Stephanie not stopping her soft caresses while this exchange between the two males was taking place.
"So I am letting the princess here decide who I will be feeling." Taker opened his eyes moving them to gaze at her. The hand on Hunter's ass moves to brush Stephanie's face. "So…what do you wish for Princess?"
Stephanie immediately looked at Paul in a somewhat sympathetic way. She knew what she wanted to happen, but she wasn't sure whether her husband would like it or not. Her eyes were apologising to him for what could potentially be the choice that will forever irk him. "I…I…I want you to fuck…Hunter."
Hunter almost knew it was coming before the words even passed her lips. A shiver ran his body unsure if it fear or anticipation. Seeing how big Taker was he wasn't sure how he would handle it. On the other hand he didn't know how Stephanie would of handled them both if she had picked that.
He went to open his mouth to protest, his lips parted but his voice died somewhere in his head. A strangled moan when Taker brushed his tongue over the leaking head. "On the couch Princess...your king will be with you shortly." Taker felt Stephanie let go of him moving away. Taker took a few long licks of Hunter's member before letting go of him standing up, allowing the two to lock eyes again. "Go on King...pleasure your princess." A faint smile came to his lips. "I'll try not to be to rough on you."
The way the words rolled from the Deadman's lips Hunter couldn't tell if he meant them or not. Hunter turned making it was over to Stephanie where she was perched on the couch waiting.
Stephanie slowly laid on the couch that was located next to the entrance of her office. Her legs began to slowly spread open, exposing her soaking wet rose bud to the two horny men that were in her office. It wasn't long before her husband joined her on the couch, as she felt his long tongue flick at her delicate clit that still contained the taste of Taker's tongue.
Hunter's tremendous tongue had provided her with pleasure, but like a greedy princess, Stephanie demanded more; she demanded to receive as much pleasure as possible.
She demanded that Taker assist Hunter in simultaneously plunging their long, thick tongues deep inside her wetness as they possibly could if it meant that she would be on the receiving end of oral bliss. She didn't care about what she told Taker earlier, she just wanted the two experienced men to make her explode in delight.
Taker seeing that Hunter was not taking the approach he had in mind. His eyes tried not to narrow at Stephanie's lust filled yet demanding tone. He walked over to the couple. "Hunter angle yourself over Steph..." His mind still working on how two large men can both work in the confined space being requested.
Hunter shifted his eyes first orders by his wife, now Taker. He thought he got the message though as he moved placing one foot next to Stephanie's head so his hardened flesh was by her face allowing his mouth to focus on her clit. Taker then took a position more between her legs allowing him full access to her wet core with his talented tongue brushing the folds even tangling lustfully with Hunter's as it lapped at the firm pearl. He would then work at plunging his moist firm tongue into her quivering body.
Taker flicked it in and out screwing the sweet tasting princess. his senses taking more so her taste and sounds along with the added heated sounds of Hunter. He gave a deep groan using one of his hands to stroke himself.
The princess of the McMahon family felt that she was trapped in a pool full of sexual bliss. Her clit was getting massaged by two of the most talented and most experienced tongues that the WWE had to offer. She began spread her legs wider than before with a determination for her juices to burst out of her nectary rose bud, as she felt the orgasmic effects of the two thick tongues hungrily lapping at her juices.
Stephanie moaned in delight, only to have her husband's dangling member shoved in her lusting mouth, as the two engaged in an intense sixty nine. Hunter plunged his tongue along with Taker's inside Stephanie's sweet cunt, while she slowly bobbed her head on her husband's hard erection.
Taker braced Stephanie's legs to keep her body from trying to pull from their join assault on her sexual senses. If she could process it in her brain she would at times only feel one of the two tongues as the two men were talking in muffled quips.
Taker moved his mouth away allowing his fingers to brush the sensitive nub. He watched a few moments as Hunter's hair occasionally obscured the view. Moving his fingers from Stephanie his used it to pull back Hunters hair as he used his other hand to take a firm hold of himself. He licked his lips as his eyes trailed down the firm body of Hunter. The way the man's posterior thrusted as he slid his member in and out of Stephanie's moaning mouth.
Taker rubbed the head of his penis along Stephanie's moist folds of course making sure to use it to massage her firm pearl. Deep groans slipped his lips when it would slide down for a moment to brush Hunter's hot lips. He knew another hot spot he wanted to feel, but he wanted their princess to beg to feel it. He wanted to hear her beg to feel him be one with her even in front of her own husband. He just kept the teasing even if it was slowly driving himself crazy.
Stephanie suddenly tweaked her rosy pink nipples in the hope that it would add to the ocean-filled pleasure she was in the middle of receiving as she still occupied herself in bobbing upwards so she could take more of her husband's large member deeper into her charismatic mouth.
Hunter groaned at the feeling of Stephanie's lips, granted this was not the first time she gave him oral satisfaction, but something about the situation just added to the pleasure of it. His breath in hot pants driven that much more when he would feel Taker running the thick head of his shaft over his lips; even brushing the tongue that was dipping into his wife's soaking core.
His eyes shifting from Taker to focusing on Stephanie and back again. A deep shutter a few times Taker actually had the head slide past his lips to his mouth. He would stop licking Stephanie a few moments to fully wrap his lips around Taker's head sucking.
Hunter used his fingers to pleasure Stephanie as he continued to suck Taker working a heated pace.
Hunter moaned at the Deadman's taste mixed with his wife's as they glided between his lips. The sensation of her nearly deepthroating him proved to be near mind blowing but it was his own pride that tried to stop him from being the first to achieve an orgasm. Taker continued to groan; rolling his hips against Hunter's hot and hungry lips.
"Ohh yeah...nice Hunter...very nice..." Taker groaned out as he thrusted, Hunter fought the feeling of wanting to gag at the larger man's length, but Taker's large hands roaming around at the back of his head made the feeling to gag more tempting. Hunter couldn't believe he was being almost forced to gag on another man's shaft. It felt torturous, yet bizarrely delightful at the same time.
Stephanie was desperate to receive some form of attention now. While Hunter partially pleasured her with his fingers, she could tell that his focus was going more towards Taker's shaft than her glistening pussy. She would speak up to protest, but that proved to be an impossible task as she had her husband's thick member launched deep down her throat.
Taker could read the body language of both of the other parties. He could faintly read or hear Stephanie's displeasure of no longer being the centre of attention. A deep groan grabbing a firm hold near the base to stop himself from finishing between Hunter's lips. Hunter looked with a glare seeing what Taker was pulling.
He stopped rolling his hips looking down at the younger man. "Choices Hunter." Taker grunted. "Which one of us gets her..."
Hunter's eyes debating would he rather give up Stephanie's sweet body to save his own ass?
Hunter moves his lips to answer. "I-I'll do it..." Taker smiles taking a step back as Hunter moves his cock from his wife's lips moving to position himself between her legs.
His eyes focused on hers as he pushed himself into her wet core. "Fuck babe...pussy's still so tight" He grunted as she felt so scorching and wet ready to blow any moment. He closed his eyes focusing on her feel. He leaned over her beginning to kiss and nibble on her neck.
He couldn't help but tense feeling Taker placing a large hand on his rear end. "Just focus on her Hunter." Taker lowered behind Hunter using both hands he pulled the cheeks apart. Moving his lips forward then glided his thick tongue over the parted flesh. Taker's tongue teasing the puckered flesh when Hunter began to repeatedly thrust deep in and out of his wife. Hunter moaned at the different sensation; he was sure Taker was going to take him right away. The moan turned deeper needier when Taker began pressing a finger against the flesh sliding briefly in and out opposing his actions with Stephanie. The Dead Man was making Hunter tease himself.
He wasn't sure what compelled him to slow some and wraps his own fingers around himself as Taker had before. His lips pulled from Stephanie's flesh. "Fuck Taker! Just fuck me already!" He grunted unsure when his desire had changed. Taker moved to be kneeling behind Hunter lining his head up with the puckered flesh his large hand grabbing Hunter's hips. Hunter had to almost stop buried deep in Stephanie as Taker pushed his large frame into both bodies pushing Hunter that much more.
"Breath Hunter. You need to relax..." Pushing more Taker almost growled as the head broke past the tightened ring. Hunter cringed panting for breath as he grew more filled. "Damn! You're tight...It's almost enough to think you never..."
"I haven't!" Hunter panted adjusting to the overfilled feeling having his ass plugged by what he was sure was one of the bigger guys in the business while his own dick was being squeezed by his wife's tightness.
Taker groaned as he moved his hips back an forth rock Hunter within Stephanie. "Nice...very nice..." Snapping his hips hearing Hunter almost scream but in a good way driving himself even deeper to his wife. "Hmmm seems I found your spot Hunter...how you doing down there Princess?"
The feeling of Hunter's large shaft shoved deep inside her wetness was enough to send Stephanie spiralling into a world of her own. She chucked herself from the edges of reality into large hole filled with divine bliss.
She had felt him inside of her many a time in the past, but when she did occasionally snap herself back into the present, she only sent herself falling deeper into the imaginary hole of delight as she saw her own husband on the receiving end of getting penetrated by a man who was perhaps more experienced than even Hunter in pleasuring women.
Her head was virtually glued back onto the couch, not even considering the thought of moving her vivacious body at the risk of receiving less pleasure than she currently was.
The only way Taker and Hunter could possibly understand Stephanie's enjoyment was by the various moans and mews which leapt away from her oral passage.
Taker smirked deep groans hearing the couple. "Hmm seems we may of lost her already Hunt." He leaned some hooking an arm around Hunter body hearing him moan deeply as Taker kept brushing his sweet spot.
"Damn Taker...gonna...oh fuck..."
"That's the point Hunter..."
The three worked a rhythm of Hunter's body gliding between the two his grunt and pants growing at he grew in speed being more turned on by the full feeling of Taker in his body. He cringed but with a moan at Taker actually had his nails scratching across his chest.
"Oh god...fuck..." He screamed as he pushed hard into Stephanie as he came. He chest heaving from the strain. As he came he heard taker own deepening sounds. "Fuck yes Dead Man! Almost there...aren't ya?"
A deep growl was all he got in response as Taker moved both hands to Hunter's hips giving a few hard thrust making Hunter seeing stars before his body was flooded by Taker's essence.
Taker let go pulled back. A odd groan from Hunter as he was only feeling his wife's tightness occupy his body. He pulled himself out of her nearly spent body. He kissed her lightly to try to bring her back to reality. Hearing a noise he turned his head seeing Taker pulling back on his tights, but not the suit.
"Fuck em and leave em Dead Man?"
Taker stopped as he was slipping the boots on. "I think you have things in hand Paul. It was…well…."
"Yeah...well." Hunter couldn't help his own blush turning to focus on Stephanie to hide it. Taker put on his boots grabbing his glove to carry them with the suit heading for the door. Spotting his cell phone he grabs it as well. He stops before he opens it. "Oh Paul?"
Hunter blinked at Taker using his birth name not once, but twice. Hunter turned his head as he saw the Deadman smirk. "If she has a boy from this...you better name him after me." He gives a faint chuckle before leaving the room returning to his locker room. Once inside he looks at the phone seeing no missed calls or texts. A sigh escaped from his lips wondering if maybe he shouldn't feel so bad after all...it was fun...and it was just the one time...wasn't it?
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Told you that was a gargantuan chapter. Hopefully it isn't too long to scare some readers away, but it definitely is a hot read ;)
Anyways, hope you liked it. Here's the next few chapters that will be coming your way.
~ CM Punk (Bottom)/Lita (Bottom)/Randy Orton (Top) (Requested by xLifeFullOfLaughterx)
~ Epico (Versatile)/Hunico (Top)/Primo (Versatile)/Rosa Mendes (Bottom) (Requested by KJ-SlashBug)
~ Jack Swagger (Versatile)/Naomi (Bottom)/Tyson Kidd (Top) (Requested by myself)
~ Dolph Ziggler (Versatile)/Kaitlyn (Bottom)/Sheamus (Versatile) (Requested by myself)
~ Chris Jericho (Top)/CM Punk (Versatile)/Layla (Top) (Requested by Anonymous)
~ Cody (Versatile)/Daniel (Versatile)/Eve (Bottom)/Josh (Bottom)/Sheamus (Top) (Requested by Guest)
~ AJ (Bottom)/Kane (Top)/Sheamus (Top) (Requested by KaneLovesTristen)
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