I pull into tonight's venue in my sporty little candy blue Cobalt with black leather interior. I've gone for the slutty teacher look today. Hair done up neatly in a bun, light neutral make up on, a white see through button up blouse (top 3 buttons undone to show my ample cleavage), black cardigan on over it, red and black plaid mini skirt that shows the bottom of my ass, white knee high socks, and a modest pair of heels. Oh and I put my glasses on today instead of putting in my contacts. I'm on a mission to get some. It's only been less than 48 hrs since mine and Cena's 'session', but I have a weeks worth of sexual escapades to make up for and my hand and battery operated boyfriend can only handle so much use.
Anyway, I pull in my designated parking space with a mostly clear head. Oh, who am I kidding? Knowing I'm about to walk into an enclosed building that's like 80% testosterone has my blood boiling and my body instinctively wanting to push my hand down my skirt again. But I force myself to pull my head up, plaster on a smile and stride confidently toward the door.
Just as I pull the entrance door open with my left hand, my work phone beeps with a text message. As soon as I'm inside, I check it. It's from Boss Man aka HHH. Ugh here we go. I can't even put my purse down before I'm being summoned.
'May, when you get here, will you go check on Bryan? I'm getting reports of him getting close to losing his temper again.' Coming from boss man, that's not a suggestion. That's an order.
'Sure thing, boss. I just walked in so let me put my purse and binder down and I'll head right there.' I send back as I walk down the hall to where my office for the night will be.
'Thanks, May. Report back to me once you've got everything settled.'
'10-4. You got it.'
I hear the telltale sign of something being hit or kicked as I approach the closed door of Bryan's private locker room. The way the door is shaking, I would bet that it's taking the brunt of his angered blows. Here goes nothing.
Standing outside his door, I listen for a minute. I hear him mumbling something, but it takes a second to understand exactly what he's saying.
"Stupid talent relations. Tell me I'm not main event status cause I'm too average. I'm not short. I can wrestle with the fucking best of them. Fucking talent relations dumbfucks." I decide it's time to knock and try to fix this problem before he breaks something or gets in any major trouble.
"Bryan? Bryan, it's May. Can I come in? Please?" I let him know it's me while I knock.
Soon, the door opens and he steps aside without a word as I enter. Just as quick as it was opened, the door is shut and locked again.
I sit on the only bench in the room and watch him for a second. He's pacing. It took me a second to notice, but he's just in his ring speedo. No shirt or anything. He looks so good. The anger on his face only making him look that much hotter. Damn, I really have become insatiable. Fuck. I cross my right leg over my left trying to disguise my slowly forming damp spot on the front of my white lace thong under my skirt. But the pressure only makes it worse.
"Bryan, sit with me. Let's talk." I have got to stop focusing on the feeling between my thighs and do my job.
Finally, he literally drops next to me on the bench. Shit, he's pissed. This may not be as easy as I hoped. I place my open palm on his knee as I look up at him. He just stares at where my hand is.
"Come on. What's wrong?" I'm not trying to let him know I was listening outside for a while before I actually had the balls to knock.
"Everything! I'm so tired of the phrase 'short man syndrome! I don't have a fucking syndrome! Not everyone can be as fucking tall as Big Show or as fucking ripped as HHH! It's not my fault they can't look past my height and realize that I bust my ass for this company just like anyone else! I'm just sooooooo done with it!"
Something inside me tells me it's best to just jump in to this one. If he talks anymore he will definitely explode. My job is to stop that from happening, not egg him on, so I drop to my knees in front of him and slowly stroke his growing bulge as I reply to him.
"Shhhh, Bryan. It's alright. Yeah, that's it, just breathe. I'm here now. Use me. Direct that energy into something else for me, Bryan. Can you do that?" My voice has dropped to a sex-dripping, husky, throaty octave. But at least I've got his attention now. There's a tiny spot of pre-cum already forming on his speedo under my hand.
His hands flex on his thighs, he's trying so hard not to touch me. His breathing now comes out in forced, staccato, punches. He's quickly losing his battle with his self control. His gaze has not left my tits since I slid down here. I've almost got him where I want him. Where I need him to go.
I sit up a little higher, and grab his left hand. I place it inside my shirt on my breast. "Touch me, Bryan. It's okay babe. You're allowed to touch. Nothing leaves this room." He's not looking at me, but I stroke his face as I speak.
He squeezes my breast and I moan for him. He needs to see that I like when he touches me. He's not the type to touch without 100% full consent. Normally, I wouldn't mind that, but right now, I need him to expel his anger and he can't do that if he thinks I'm going to object. I have to give myself to him more eagerly than usual. I nuzzle my cheek against the coarseness of his beard and speak lowly into his ear.
"Yes Bryan. Do you like that? Hmm? Do you like the feel of my heavy breast in your hand? I know I like it. It feels so good." He nods. Damn it this is hard!
Still at his ear I continue. "Come on baby. Let it out. Take me. Throw me around like a rag doll. I know you can do it. You're so strong, and sexy. I know you can overpower me in a heartbeat. Come on Bryan. Do it."
With that, he pulls me up by my arms and then picks me up and carries me across the room to the nearest wall. God he really is strong! I lock my legs around his waist as my back hits the cement wall. My breath hitches and I finally feel Bryan's eyes on me. Well, my cleavage rather but soon he does look at my face. He grabs the front of my shirt and I think he's going to pull me against him and kiss me or something. Boy I was soooooo wrong! He rips my shirt open. Buttons fly EVERYWHERE, but I couldn't care less about that. As soon as my shirt is open, he pulls the cups of my bra down and goes to town on my tits. My arms drop from his neck to my sides, scratching against the cement behind me. My head rolls to the side and my hips start bucking against his bulge. He's an expert with my tits. He grabs them and sucks on them hard and fast. Then he starts biting and sucking on the flesh around my nipple, leaving little bruises and red marks in his path.
Soon, he starts to work on my neck. Not leaving anything visible but doing enough to have me moaning and writhing in his hold. His beard adding a painful pleasure on my skin, but it's addictive. I never want him to stop. He pulls away just as I feel my wetness sliding down my thighs. I whimper and he laughs. He lets me down from the wall and tells me to strip as he removes his speedo. Oh God this is gonna be good.
Then, keeping our eyes locked, he goes to his knees. I know where he's headed and I feel the arousal heightening in my belly. My breath is haggard already. Once in position, he stops. Close enough to me that I feel his breath on me, but not close enough for him to touch me. My hips start up again. I need to feel him below me. I need to feel his tongue against my most private place. I need the ecstasy that he can bring me.
"God Bryan! Please! Oh fuck!" I'm rambling but I don't care. I can't even fucking think straight right now. My body feels like electricity. Every little thing bound to make me explode.
"Please what?" Now he speaks directly against me. I feel the drag of his beard on my inner thighs. It's literally taking everything I have not to cum right now and ruin this whole moment.
I stare down at him, eyes wide. Fucking bastard! Teasing me when he knows I'm about to blow. Ugh!
"Fuck Bryan! You fucking know 'please what'! Eat my fucking pussy you bastard!" I grab his hair trying to pull him just that 1/4 inch closer. I want him as close to my core as possible. But he resists and makes one last remark.
"Well, that's all you had to say, love" and that was it. He eats me like he's on death row and he's just received his last meal. Damn he's good with his tongue.
I still pull on his hair and close my legs around his head. His mouth and tongue are everywhere! Licking, sucking, fucking inside me. Anything and everything he can think of, he does. I center myself by focusing on the scratch of his beard between my legs. My hips ride his face faster and faster the closer I get to a mind blowing orgasm. The sticky suction of my ass against the wall is the only evidence that I'm sweating. I feel nothing but fuzziness in my head and him on my pussy. Nothing else matters now.
Before I know it, I'm thrown over the edge into body numbing orgasmic bliss, and then I feel his mouth against my neck again before I feel the tender stretch of his cock in my opening.
Aftershocks of the mind blowing orgasm I just received wrack my body for a good 2 minutes while he fucks me relentlessly. I suddenly remember what problem brought me here and I know exactly how to push him over the edge. If only I can make my mouth and brain connect again so I remember how to speak.
"Fuck Bryan!" There we go! "Oh yes baby! So good! So strong! Never average! Never ever the inferior one! Shit, fuck my pussy baby. Yes Bryan so good! Mmmmm know how to please a woman! Yes! Yes! Yes! Harder baby! Give it to me! Give me everything you got, hot stuff! Mmmm yeah that's it!"
I keep going. My head and back repeatedly hitting the wall behind me but I don't care. My body is numb and all I can feel is how wide his thick cock is spreading me and how deep he's spearing into me.
"Fuck baby! Are you an ass man? Hmm? Do you want my ass too, Bryan?" I feel him nod against my neck. Well, damn. He's too aroused to even form a sentence. That's hot.
Anyway, he doesn't even pull out of me before he spins me around and slams me chest first into the cement wall again. Then, he does what I never expected. He goes down on my ass. Treating it the same way he did my pussy. Eating it like its his last meal. God he's got me in the fucking palm of his hand. My body is like jelly. If his face wasn't on my ass and he wasn't pressing on the base of my spine to keep me against the wall, I guarantee I would've fallen over already.
The drag of his beard in between my plump ass cheeks is even more intoxicating. I'm no ass virgin, but nobody with a beard has gone down back there before. Holy shit! Then, he tears himself from my ass and plasters himself against me; his chest against my back. Then he enters me. He feels even bigger inside my ass, but that's probably because it doesn't get as much play time as my pussy does.
Still, no matter how tight I must be around him, he fucks me just as fast if not faster than he did in my pussy. He handles me like it's nothing. It's sooooo attractive!
Finally, his body tenses then starts to tremble against my back. I reach my arms over my head and grab onto his hair. He clamps his teeth into my shoulder and when I feel that first shot of cum into my ass, I can't help but release; flooding the floor with it. I come down first and start slowly bucking against him. Trying to prolong his orgasm as I know he needs it more than me.
He finally pulls out of me and slips a clean speedo on. I'm still trying to restore my breathing as my phone goes off. Almost like the silence in the room would get too suffocating if it wasn't broken.
Bryan hands it to me and it's all I can do to breathe out a 'thanks' and open the text message.
HHH: Any report yet? You've been with him over an hour now.
Me: 10-4, boss. He's good. He's really good. (I'm hoping he doesn't catch my accidental double entendre there but whatever. He's not ignorant as to what I actually do for his employees.)
HHH: Not sure I should ask for clarification, but whatever. Tell him he needs to get to gorilla. He's on in 5. Oh, and thanks again. I never tell you that enough.
Me: Will do! And no, you really don't, but Daddy Warbucks pays me enough to make up for it ;)
I don't get a response after that, and after making sure Bryan is good to go for his match in less than 5 minutes, I return to my office in just enough time to watch his entrance. I smile to myself knowing I'm the one responsible for the renewed vigor in his 'Yes!' chant that night.
