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Day of Event - April 11th 2013
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All of the NXT Divas had gathered together in glee. All of them. Anya, Audrey Marie, Bayley, Charlotte, Emma, Paige, Sasha Banks and Summer Rae. The reason as to why they were all so gleeful (whether they showed it or not was an entirely different issue) was to do with the fact that the WWE would allow one of the Divas to watch SmackDown from backstage, and get to meet all the talents. None of the women had been set to appear on the card (even Summer Rae, Fandango's on/off dancer), or even to appear in the same arena. This opportunity would give the lucky NXT Diva a chance to make a future career in an instant, if she impressed the right people.
Somehow, even with all the rivalries that the Divas had with each other (Paige/Summer would immediately spring to mind, but Audrey/Sasha was a rivalry that silently brewed, whilst Paige/Summer would take the spotlight), they could all come to a unanimous decision. They all knew that quarrelling over who would attend SmackDown would get them nowhere.
After meeting up in Charlotte's hotel room (since none of the other Divas were keen on using their hotel room for this gathering), the eight women spent what seemed liked forever discussing on ideas on how to determine which Diva was worthy enough to attend SmackDown. Many ideas had gotten disapproved, before there was one that appealed to a majority of women in the room: 'Name the Diva' (thanks to Charlotte).
The aim of the game was to go round in a circular order, and name as many Diva alumni as possible.
Not only were the women were brushing up on their Diva knowledge, but the winner would also be proved worthy and passionate enough to go to the same arena as elite WWE Superstars and Divas. Only Summer had disapproved, but that didn't change the minds of the other seven women. Not one bit. Seven against one seemed to be pretty indicative that this idea was a good one.
The Divas positioned themselves in the shape of a circle. Miraculously enough, it was in alphabetical order too.
"So, who's gonna start this little game off?" Paige asked, before she looked at the Russian behemoth. "Anya, how's about you begin this thing? Your name starts first, anyway."
"Fine." Anya wasn't one for long replies. She truly was a woman of few words. "Trish Stratus."
"Darn it! I was gonna say her." Audrey pouted. "Fine. Lita."
"Jazz." Bayley said.
"Fabulous Moolah." Charlotte beamed. She was determined to belt out as many nineties' women's wrestlers as she possibly could, without a care in the world whether they were Divas or not. Charlotte was just proud of her large wrestling knowledge; she would have to be, given that she was the daughter of Ric Flair, after all.
"Homegirl Jillian." Emma grinned. She was the only woman to grin; everyone else just stared at her, totally baffled.
"Homegirl? She probably doesn't even know you exist. If only I could be as fortunate as her." Summer scoffed.
"Don't be mad, Summer. Me and Jilly are verry Emma-taining performers. Can't say the same for you." Emma smiled.
"Honey, I'm a Diva. I'm not some clownish, clumsy performer, nor do I ever want to be."
"Shut your bloody mouth, Summer." Paige spoke up, in Emma's defence. Emma shot a little smile to Paige; a smile that went unnoticed by the Brit. "If you're gonna keep on mouthing off, you best get to running to your little curling iron, before these pale hands end up wrapped around your skinny little neck!"
"Girls! Girls!" Once wasn't enough, Bayley would have to yell a second time in order to capture the attention of the squabbling ladies. "The game? You girls can argue some other time. It's your go anyway, Paige."
"Fine. Whatever. Chyna. Happy?" The ravenette was still pissed.
"Mickie James." Sasha smiled. When the perky little woman wasn't looking, Audrey would shoot her a scornful glare. Audrey was going to say Mickie. The damn bitch.
"Kelly Kelly." Summer said, still scowling from her brief interaction with Paige, just moments ago.
"Victoria." It was Anya's turn again.
"Michelle McCool."
"Ivory."
"Sensational Sherri."
"Cyndi Lauper!" All the women in the room gave Emma looks of confusion. All of them. "What? She was a Diva, right? I mean, she was with Wendi, and stuff."
"Ehh. I don't really care to be honest." Paige shrugged. "Beth Phoenix."
"Jacqueline."
"Torrie Wilson." Paige barely stifled a giggle. It was humorous to her, to see that Summer seemed to just go for the pretty blondes. So much for passion for the freaking business.
"Katie Lea."
"Eve."
"Tori."
"I just said her!" Summer grinned, feeling a sense of smugness, knowing that she had caught Bayley out.
"You're thinking of a different woman. Tori was in the Attitude Era. Stephanie's bodyguard…Kane's girlfriend…X-Pac's girlfriend…ring any bells?" It appeared not, judging by Summer's blank face. "Never mind. Just be aware that Tori and Torrie Wilson are two different women."
"Whatever." Summer rolled her eyes. She already was growing a dislike for the Diva encyclopedia.
Silence fleetingly filled the room, until Charlotte spoke up. "It's my turn now, right?" Emma nodded, with a friendly smile. "Just checking. Mae Young."
That friendly smile which Emma had possessed quickly disappeared. She couldn't think of any more Divas that could be classified as performers. There was Lilian, but she was a current Diva, so she didn't count. "Um…erm…I…urm…" the blank looks she was receiving eventually became too much for the Australian. "Alright! Alright! I give up! Gosh!" One down, six to go, until the winner would be revealed.
"Wendi Richter." Paige said, growing more confidence now that Emma was gone. All she needed was to outlast Summer's smug ass, and Paige would be content.
"Terri."
"Stacy Keibler." Again, Paige somehow managed to refrain from a chuckle. Another pretty blonde Diva left Summer's lips.
It was now Anya's turn. The gigantic woman couldn't think of any more imposing women in the WWE. The rest were either bimbos or meaningless, something that Anya was determined to steer away from being. "I have nothing."
"Then you're out!" Bayley flashed a grin. She got a glare from Anya in response. "Chill. Chill. I'm not trying to insult you or anything. Your turn, Audrey."
"Maria."
"Sunny."
"Leilani Kai."
"Kharma."
"Dawn Marie."
"Maryse." Yet another attractive blonde. Were they the only Divas that Summer had looked at, prior to joining the WWE? Paige wouldn't have been surprised in the slightest.
"Melina."
"Candice."
"Alundra Blayze."
"Luna."
"Sable."
Fucking Sasha! Summer was going to go for her. Now all the beautiful, busty blondes Summer had in mind had all been mentioned. "I'm done. I don't even need this stupid little game, anyway."
"Good. You can take your bloody useless ass out of this room now."
"I was going to leave anyway. I'm too pretty to be hanging around with chumps like you anyway. Bitch." Summer stood up, and stormed off. That Summer Rae; always one to make a dramatic entrance.
"About time. I was going to choke the cunt, if she kept on yapping her big bloody mouth off. Whose go is it anyway."
"Mine, and y'all made me lose my train of thought!" Audrey pouted. She honestly couldn't have been bothered to remember any more Divas. This just served as a nice little excuse. "Now I can't think of anyone!"
"Then bye-bye." Bayley flashed another grin. Like Anya, Audrey would glare at Bayley. "Man, what is it with all the glares? I'm only being playful! Just to stay on track, Christy Hemme."
"Bull Nakano."
"I'm out too. I just wanted to outlast the smug little blonde princess." Paige smirked.
"So I guess it's my turn?" Sasha inquisitively asked. Emma nodded, with a smile. "Thank you." Sasha smiled back. "Miss Elizabeth."
"The Kat."
"Bertha Faye."
"Kristal."
"Ashley."
Charlotte frowned. The early to mid nineties wasn't so well-known for women's wrestling. It mostly featured Sensational Sherri, Alundra Blayze, Bull Nakano and Bertha Faye; all of which, Charlotte had already used. Now there was no other alternative but a loss. "Count me out."
"Guess it's just down to you and me, Bayley, huh?" Sasha continued to smile. "May the best woman win?" Snoop Dogg's cousin (yes; Sasha Banks was related to the rapper, Snoop Dogg/Snoop Lion) extended her hand out to Bayley. Bayley was quick to shake it.
"May the best woman win. Gotta warn you, though, I know every single Diva in existence. It's impossible to beat me." Bayley winked.
"We'll see about that." Sasha giggled a little. She did love good, friendly competition. "Nidia."
"Debra."
"Jamie Keyes."
"Joy Giovanni."
"Sharmell."
"Maxine."
"Miss Jackie."
Bayley was so confident…but then her mind just went blank. What was the name of that NXT Diva who retired before her first match, and went into office? Bayley spent a few moments with her! Her name was on the tip of Bayley's tongue. "D…D…D…urm…D…" Alas, she wasn't quite able to remember the name. "Damn it! I…I give up!"
"Really?" Sasha asked. Shock was evident in her tone of voice. She actually beat a Diva encyclopedia. Damn! Sasha really did know her stuff! "So that means I get to go to SmackDown, tomorrow?"
"Bloody looks like it." Paige smirked. "Just remember that if you bump into Summer Rae, give her a big old thump from me. Gobby cow needs to learn a lesson."
"Don't worry. I'll give her one." Sasha couldn't hide the glee. Even though Sasha was a good listener, she didn't pay much attention to what Paige had just said. To think, it was her getting to attend SmackDown with all the big stars. John Cena, Randy Orton, Sheamus…she could only imagine whether or not she would faint upon seeing one of these three main-eventers. "So…I'll tell you guys how it went the next time I see you?"
"You better. I want to hear every little Em-priguing detail there is. I want to be seriously Em-pressed!" Emma grinned.
"Yeah. If you don't, I'll get Brodus Clay to ask you out on a date." Paige smirked.
"Don't even!" Sasha shuddered. "He's probably a sweet guy though. I think he'd make a good cuddle buddy. Anyway, I'll see you all later!" The response was numerous "byes". Once she got up, and gently exited Charlotte's room, Sasha would be free to express her joy. She would dance and she would sing. She was freaking excited! She was getting to attend her first SmackDown with actual WWE Superstars! Tomorrow was already looking to be an amazing day, and it hadn't even gotten started yet.
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Day of Event - April 12th 2013
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The small African-American woman was still overwhelmed with joy. Even when she was watching SmackDown from the backstage area, she still couldn't believe that she was getting the chance to interact with established wrestlers. How Sasha had managed to outlast the encyclopedia that was Bayley, she couldn't even begin to ponder.
Sasha skipped past a few WWE Superstars. From guys like Daniel Bryan and Kane to guys like Santino Marella and Heath Slater, she grinned at them all. She had to. She had to show the amounts of joy that she felt. She had to show the amount of respect she had for these hard-working individuals, no matter their status on the WWE food chain.
There was nothing that could break Sasha's optimism. Nothing could decrease her happiness. Not even when she had bumped into the Bella Twins, by accident of course. Sasha's cheeks flared to a shade of pink, in slight embarrassment. "Oh, I am so sorry about that."
"You should be." Brie scoffed. "Who are you, anyway? Are you supposed to be our make-up artist? You don't look very…" The Latina looked Sasha up and down. "…good. Looks like you need to be the one having a make-up artist, honey. That mascara looks awful on you."
"That's a good one, Brie." The twins exchanged a high-five.
Sasha just shrugged the insult off. It wasn't even a good insult, considering how little Sasha thought of it. "I think you're both mistaken. I'm Sasha Banks…NXT Diva." She smiled, and extended a hand. Brie and Nikki laughed derisively at the gesture of good will.
"Oh please. You expect Divas like us to shake your hand? You're not even good enough to be classed as a rookie."
"Now wait just a second, Brie. This is Snoop Dogg's cousin." Nikki looked at Sasha. "You are related to Snoop Dogg, right?"
"Yes." Sasha smiled. She knew that the Twins could be nice, even if they didn't have the best reputation.
"I could tell. I mean he is such a drug-addicted loser…and you look like a drug-addicted loser. I'm surprised you haven't been arrested yet, because you look like you just took a whole twelve bags of marijuana." The Bellas both cackled at Nikki's dig.
"Now that is a good one, Nikki."
"That's just plain rude!" Sasha turned out to be wrong; there really was something that could ruin her joy. She didn't expect either Bella to sink so low. "How would you like it if I cussed your mother?"
"You couldn't, because she isn't a crack hoe. I wouldn't be surprised if your other twenty cousins were all crack hoes too." Brie smirked.
"Somethin' the problem, lass?" All three women turned around to see a pasty white figure standing near them. Turns out Sheamus had been listening to their conversation. "Ah could hear a couple of witches cacklin' as ah was walkin' down teh corridor. Did they bother yew, fella?"
"Not now, they aren't." Sasha giggled.
"Witches? Please." Brie faked a yawn, as her and Nikki both rolled their eyes at the same time. "We'd rather be witches than a druggie and her anaemic weirdo friend. Haters gonna hate." The twins threw their dainty hands in the faces of Sheamus and Sasha, before they sashayed away.
"Don't worry about those bitches, fella. Their bark is worse than their bite." Sheamus smirked, at Sasha's giggling.
"Thank you. And thank you for coming, by the way. Those twins can be so cruel."
"Like ah said, it's best ta ignore 'em. They can talk a good game, but they can't back it up, unless they cheat." An idea then popped into Sheamus' mind; an idea that him and his new companion/potential tag team partner would approve of. "Say, ah apologise if this sounds creepy and all, but yeh wanna come to meh hotel room? You're a pretty lady, if ah may say so myself."
"Are you kidding me?" Sheamus nodded his head. "Wow! How could I possibly refuse something like that?" Sasha's face was lit up like a kid in a toy factory. Her glee had been fully restored, after it had been taken away from the encounter with the Bellas.
"Then follow meh." Sheamus said. His grin was Cheshire. He would lead the petite woman out of the arena and into the hotel that the SmackDown were staying in for the week.
Orton did request that Sheamus bring "a girl with big tits" with him, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why. Sasha's bust wasn't anything extraordinary, but she did have a type of beauty that was lost upon catty women like the Bella Twins and AJ. They didn't have an elegant and sophisticated look. They looked they were into the whole "Wham, Bam, thank you Ma'am" shebang. Sasha didn't look like that. Sasha looked like she was girlfriend material. Sasha had a soft, sophisticated exterior to her, that a lot of other Divas failed to possess. Sheamus liked that about Sasha's appearance.
Once both Sheamus and Sasha had finally left the arena, it didn't take long for them to get to Sheamus' automobile. It was exquisite, but Sasha expected that, considering the size of Sheamus' pay check and his status as an elite Superstar.
Opening the car doors, Sheamus and Sasha quickly hopped into the car, so that they could swiftly get to Sheamus' hotel room. They were both excited, but for oh so very different reasons. Sasha didn't have a damn clue what she was getting herself into.
Thankfully, the distance between the IZOD Center (the arena where the WWE roster had wrestled in for the week) and the Homewood Suites (the hotel in which the WWE roster had stayed in for the week) wasn't long at all. It was a less than five minute drive away.
Parking in a spot that was practically reserved for him (the Irishman had parked in the spot on many occasions; he needed to get his shopping done…and also to find conquests for him and Orton), Sheamus would hit his foot on the brakes, so that he and Sasha could exit the car.
"Yah excited?" Sheamus asked, trying desperately to hide his grin.
"Of course!" The woman beamed enthusiasm and excitement. "I never thought somebody would actually ask me to their hotel room; especially a big star like you!"
"Don't be bad on yourself, lass. Ah think yer stunning to look at, and yer seem like a really sweet gal…a lot more than ah could say for some of the other Divas."
"Well, my mother taught me to always be polite and always show respect to others. I was taught not to be rude, and I don't like being rude. I just wish that the other Divas aren't so catty, and can actually be civil."
"Yah're askin' fer too much there. Divas are the cattiest of the catty. That ain't ever gonna change, fella."
"Well, a girl can wish." Sasha sighed, before she smiled up at the redhead. "Thanks for that, by the way. I really needed to get that out my system."
"No problem." Sheamus smiled; he was on the verge of grinning. Dirty thoughts raced through his mind, picturing him and Sasha on his bed…naked…making sweet, passionate love. It was no wonder he grew an erection. The Irishman could only hope Sasha wasn't looking at his raging manhood.
Thankfully, Sasha was far too innocent to be on crotch watch. She was a wholesome girl…around most people, that is. She could get sexual, but only with people she could trust. Sheamus was somebody that she could trust. She wouldn't have minded losing her virginity to him. Yes, Sasha still was a virgin. She was twenty one. She still had time to meet the man of her dreams (that is, if she wasn't already walking next to him).
It took a few minutes, but Sheamus would manage to successfully navigate the young woman walking beside him to his hotel room. This was the reason that Sheamus wasn't so keen on his hotel, because it had taken him so long to get to his room, especially in comparison to some of the other hotels that he had stayed in.
Boy, would Miss Banks be in for a shock, when Sheamus opened that door; not just because the room was far more opulent than she could have possibly imagined, but also because who was in that exceedingly opulent room: Randy Orton.
She knew that Randy and Sheamus had developed a close friendship over the past number of weeks, but she didn't quite expect the two men to be rooming together. Turns out, Sasha's expectations had been completely shattered.
"Randy?! Randy Orton? You're Randy Orton?" She couldn't quite believe he was Randy Orton, evident from the confusion in her voice. She was confused, because seeing Randy and Sheamus both in person and at the same time must have been too good to be true…surely it must have been…
"I'm Randy Orton…who are you?" Randy didn't look so pleased upon seeing this young lady. Her bust wasn't as large as Randy had hoped. In fact, her bust didn't seem large point blank.
"Oh, sorry for not introducing myself. I'm Sasha Banks." Sasha sprinted to the notoriously unstable Viper, and extended her hand. Yes, she had heard rumours about Orton, but he could not have been as awful as the Bella Twins were.
"Who?" Randy didn't recognise the name. He wasn't really aware of NXT's existence. He had heard of the brand, but not of any of the wrestlers (except for Paige, because everybody talked about Paige).
"Sasha Banks? NXT Diva?" Randy's face was still blank. "Snoop Dogg's cousin?" Sasha hoped that Orton would at least crack a faint smile with the mention of her rapper cousin.
"Snoop Dogg, huh?" Now Sasha was talking. This would make up for her lack of tits. "You keep in contact with him, much?" Randy was indeed smirking. Oh the ideas that raced through his mind.
"Of course! Me and him are super close!" Sasha grinned. Finally, she could see some emotion displayed by the Apex Predator.
"Good. Don't get offended when I ask this, but…can your cousin hook me up with some weed? You don't know how long it's fucking been since I've smoked a joint."
"Pardon?" Was everybody interested in Snoop Dogg's drug habits? Could they not tell that Sasha did not want to associate herself with drugs…ever?
"Can Snoop Dogg get me some weed?"
"Randy!" Sheamus was on the verge of having his cheeks reddened. "What kind o' thing is that to be askin'?! Especially to a fecking woman!"
"What can I say? When I get desperate, I get desperate." Orton shrugged. "It's been a while since I had a joint."
"Yer really embarrassin' yerself, fella." Sheamus couldn't help but to shake his head in shame at what he felt had been an obscene request from Randy. He turned to Sasha, hoping she could find it in her heart to forgive Orton. "Sorry Sasha. I didn't know Orton was gonna ask that."
"It's okay, Sheamus. I can get over it." Not right away, of course, but Sasha could quickly find it in the goodness of her heart to forgive Randy. "Can I tell you something?"
"Go right on ahead, lass."
"I've always had a thing for a bad boy." Sasha's cheeks flared to a shade of bright pink when she talked. "I'm still a good girl, but I don't know…there's really something sexy about seeing a guy act naughty."
"Oh really?" Sheamus' eyes widened. Sasha had certainly just dropped one heck of a bombshell on him, and they had only just met less than half an hour ago. "What type o' bad boy yah lookin' for?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like, yah wanna get into a relationship with one? Or yah wanna feck with one?"
"…The latter." Sasha shyly said. Her eyes swiftly averted both men completely, in fear of rejection. The floor had never looked so appealing until now.
"So, would yeh consider me to be a bad boy, by luck?" The Irish were always known for their luck. Sheamus was hoping this wouldn't be an exception.
Orton had enough of this cringeworthy session of flirting. He needed a good fuck. He couldn't slither his way to Sheamus and Sasha fast enough. "Move aside, Sheamus. Sasha needs a real bad boy." A smirk was sent in Sasha's direction. He could see her desire to swoon any time now. Randy totally had her in his palms. "You want me?" Sasha nodded at a very nimble pace. "Then here's the deal. I lick your pussy, and you get Snoop to give me a joint. Got it?"
Oh man…here Orton went again with the Snoop Dogg thing, even after Sheamus told Randy not to bring that up again. He was expecting Sasha to run away or to just stand in shock. What he didn't expect from the young lady was what had just happened: Sasha nodded. She agreed. She agreed to Randy's deal. Sheamus was in shock. What? What was happening? Why? Why did she agree? Was Sasha really as innocent as Sheamus thought she was? Was Sasha even a virgin? Too many damn questions in Sheamus' mind at the same damn time!
Confusion had taken over the Irishman. He was unsure on pretty much everything right now. It would take for something amazing to distract Sheamus from the perplexity that racked his brain…like Sasha stripping naked. Fortunately, that had happened. She didn't look as sexy as Sheamus thought she would, when she stripped, but that was probably because she was a virgin. She wasn't used to taking her clothes off for men; this must have been a new concept for her.
Whilst Sasha's stripping skills were nothing to write to home about, her body was better than Sheamus (and Randy) could have visualised. Her bust wasn't big, but her breasts were nice and perky, and her cunt look delightfully delectable. Randy couldn't help but to lick his lips at what Sasha had to offer.
"Not bad. Not half fucking bad." It was a heck of an upgrade from the last piece of pussy Randy had. Stacy Keibler should have taken lessons on how to get a pussy as diminutive as Sasha's. "Get on the bed. Now." The growl and the snarl showed Sasha that Orton meant business. She didn't want to disobey orders given to her by such an elite WWE Superstar. The woman quickly hopped onto the hotel bed, ready for what Orton had in mind for her.
To the disappointment of the young lady, Randy would not use his commanding voice to state any further orders. Instead, Randy would simply pounce onto the bed, and proceed to have his way with Sasha. His lips would quickly claim her cunt in a matter of mere seconds.
Randy had rarely ever licked a cunt. He was too high and mighty to ever provide oral pleasure to a WWE Diva…but then this Diva was an exception. She was Snoop Dogg's cousin. Snoop Dogg's cousin. The amount of weed that Snoop Dogg had was unreal. He probably had enough to supply Randy for an entire month. This was a cause definitely worth licking a woman's pussy for.
Sheamus didn't have such an approving look on his face. Even if Sasha seemed to have been eager in the idea of Orton pleasuring her, Sheamus wasn't. He wanted to pleasure this young lady. He wanted to be the one who made her mew in satisfaction. Not Orton. Him. Sheamus.
Even when relishing in the bliss that she was receiving, Sasha still couldn't help but to see a saddened Sheamus through the corner of her eye. She felt bad for him. "You okay, Sheamus? You seem a little left out."
"I'm just fine, lass. Don't mind me." Sheamus sighed. Randy just had to be a pussy hound. Eventually, Sheamus would cheer up. The passing of time made the Irishman feel less angered towards Randy for two reasons: Sheamus was a forgiving person, and Randy would sway his ass as he munched Sasha's pussy. Usually, when Randy swayed his ass around Sheamus, it meant he wanted to get fucked. If Sheamus couldn't eat Sasha out, then he would happily fuck Randy.
The large, pale hands of the Irishman would quickly rip apart the fabric of Orton's dark wrestling trunks with ease. It was practically a tradition that horn dogs went commando, so that stripping naked and preparing for the goodness of sex would be quicker; Orton proved to be no exception.
His bronzed ass became visible to Sheamus' fervent eyes. The hole looked alluringly tight; tight enough for Sheamus to enjoy zestfully smashing into oblivion. Sheamus could see the small little pink hole quivering; begging to get fucked. Sheamus would gladly fuck it. That was what Randy would get, for orally pleasuring Sasha first.
But before Sheamus could get deep inside his buddy's butt, he would have to take off his trunks first. And his underwear. And his boots. Darn clothes. Now Sheamus finally gained an understanding as to why Randy hated clothes so much.
The redhead would strip of his clothes. Thankfully Sheamus would only spend a minute or so stripping himself fully naked, before he was ready to fuck.
Once the Irishman was fully naked, his pale manhood was rammed inside Randy's hole. Sheamus would enter Randy dry. As painful as it must have been for Orton, Sheamus knew that Orton was a sucker for pain. Randy wasn't a fan of soft and gentle.
When the Irishman would begin to delve deep inside Randy's anal cavern, Randy would purr his approval, like a kitten. All snake-like traits about Randy had temporarily disappeared. Randy was too busy relishing in pleasure to maintain his domineering presence.
Sasha's pleasure had increased dramatically. Not only would Randy continue to slap his tongue against her clit (whilst also using his tongue to fuck her dampening cunt), but she was also treated to a perfect view of Sheamus smashing Randy's ass open. Man-on-man action was just so hot. Watching it was enough to make her wet, but to have Orton's tongue mercilessly assault her as she was watching the man-on-man action would make Sasha's pussy soaked. "You are so good, Randy!" It came off more as a scream than a moan. Sasha was given joy that she never even knew existed until now.
That would fuel Sheamus to thrust harder and more brutal inside Randy's stretched pucker. Sheamus was supposed to be the one hearing sweet screeches of satisfaction from Sasha…not Randy. It was supposed to be Sheamus' name that would escape Sasha's lips…not Randy's.
When the redhead thrusted harder and deeper inside Randy, Randy would moan louder and louder. The moans that had been emitted from Randy caused vibrations that would make Sasha shudder in the utmost delight. The young woman couldn't even control her own body any more; it had a mind of its own.
Sheamus used all the aggression and power he had in his body, when pounding Randy's loosened heat. The whines from Sasha had fuelled him. Her sweet, melodious whines. "How yah feelin' lass?"
"I'm close! I'm really, really close!" Sasha bellowed. Orton's tongue had been busy thirstily collecting every little droplet that escaped Sasha's yoni.
That was it. Even if Randy had gotten the privilege of eating Sasha's pussy, Sheamus would make damn sure that he would be on the receiving end of her climax. Sheamus swiftly withdrew from Orton, so that he could move Orton to one side. Sheamus was desperate to make this young lady cum all over his porcelain face.
"Pardon meh lass, but ah'm feelin' thirsty. Yah better not let thirsty ol' Sheamus down." The Irishman playfully chuckled, as he would immediately get to work. His tongue quickly darted deep in and out of her. Sasha went back to moaning, as if there had been no change. Man, these guys were really talented at cunnilingus!
Randy just stood there, slightly baffled at this all. Sheamus having the hots for some flat-chested chick? Why?
But then, seeing a pale booty sway from side to side, questions became the least of Orton's concerns. Orton wanted to fuck. Seeing a juicy posterior was enough to arouse the Viper.
Saying no words, Orton wasted little time in accessing the baby pink pucker of his close friend. Orton had finally reclaimed his dominance.
Sasha was once again treated to a flaw-free view of hot gay sex. Seeing Orton pound his superiority into Sheamus' backside was hot enough, but getting to feel Sheamus munch away at her rose bud was just too much. The talent Sheamus had possessed when it came to pleasuring a woman was unreal! From tickling Sasha's lips, to exploring deep inside her vaginal cavern, Sheamus was just amazing. Certainly an encounter that Sasha would gladly remember for the rest of her life.
Gently placing her palms on the back of the redhead's neck, Sasha would keep Sheamus devouring her pussy (as if he was ever going to stop), before she would finally reach her climax. Her juices gushed out of her. Sheamus would zestfully collect every damn drop of juice that flowed towards him. He was Irish; he knew how to drink, and that included cum.
Randy was feeling close to a climax, also. Even though he hadn't spent long in his friend's asshole, he quickly reached Sheamus' prostate. That was when all his control would come undone. Orton now thrusted wildly and erratically inside the pale piece of ass he was fucking. Frequent curses would leave his lips, before Orton would spill his seed deep inside Sheamus.
Last, but not least, it was the turn of Sheamus to achieve his mind-shattering ejaculation. After Sheamus had finally stopped licking Sasha's cunt, and after Randy had found his sweet spot, Sheamus would be free to express his lust and arousal to both Orton and Banks. He mewled and whined like a wanton whore. Randy releasing inside him would trigger a release from Sheamus. Letting out a significantly loud yelp, white would fill the floor after racing from Sheamus' piss-slit.
"Wow!" Sasha looked in astonishment. She was overwhelmed; not just from her own climax, but from the passionate encounter between Randy and Sheamus. They had showed her bliss that she hadn't even known about before. "That was just…just…amazing!" If that was what life was going to be like on the main roster, then Sasha could safely say that she would definitely enjoy being a Diva.
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I feel so sad, now that Spring Cleaning has begun :( In case you weren't aware, Spring Cleaning is basically when WWE talents get released. They've begun already with the NXT talents. Derrick Bateman, Briley Pierce, Audrey Marie, Anya and others have already been released.
Also, I am pretty sure that 'lass' isn't an Irish thing to say, but it feels so odd all the time trying to visualise Sheamus refer to a woman as 'fella'…so yeah. I had to put 'lass' in there occasionally.
Here's what's coming your way next:
~ Emma (Versatile)/The Miz (Versatile)/Wade Barrett (Versatile) (Requested by me)
~ Kaitlyn (Bottom)/Randy Orton (Versatile)/Sheamus (Top) (Requested by MrqsWifey20)
~ Chris Jericho (Versatile)/Fandango (Top)/Summer Rae (Bottom) (Requested by Your Boyfriend's Favourite)
~ Brad Maddox (Bottom)/Briley Pierce (Top)/Summer Rae (Versatile) (Requested by KJ-Slashbug)
~ Emma (Bottom)/Fandango (Top)/Justin Gabriel (Versatile) (Requested by SEAnimal)
~ Brie Bella (Bottom)/Cody Rhodes (Top)/Damien Sandow (Top)/Nikki Bella (Bottom) (Requested by Blazing Optimist)
~ Chris Jericho (Bottom)/Dolph Ziggler (Top)/Natalya (Versatile) (Requested by della-doll)
~ CM Punk (Versatile)/Stephanie McMahon (Top)/Triple H (Versatile) (Requested by NateAKAMiniPunk)
~ Chris Jericho (Bottom)/Christian (Versatile)/Edge (Top)/Trish Stratus (Versatile) (Requested by xXAJSugaSpiceEverythingNiceXx)
Still no requests being taken as of this chapter. Oh, and just to celebrate the 50th chapter of 'Best of Both Worlds', here's a few stats, which may or may not intrigue you :)
Top Ten Superstars
1- CM Punk (10)
2- Dolph Ziggler (8)
3- Daniel Bryan (7)
4- John Cena (6)
4- Sheamus (6)
4- Justin Gabriel (6)
4- Cody Rhodes (6)
8- Randy Orton (5)
8- Tyson Kidd (5)
10- Alex Riley (4)
10- Zack Ryder (4)
Top Ten Divas
1- AJ Lee (10)
2- Paige (6)
3- Eve (5)
3- Layla (5)
3- Kaitlyn (5)
6- Alicia Fox (3)
6- Rosa Mendes (3)
8- Naomi (2)
8- Audrey Marie (2)
8- Cameron (2)
8- Summer Rae (2)
8- Lita (2)
8- Trish Stratus (2)
Top Ten Overall
1- AJ Lee (10)
1- CM Punk (10)
3- Dolph Ziggler (8)
4- Daniel Bryan (7)
5- Paige (6)
5- John Cena (6)
5- Sheamus (6)
5- Justin Gabriel (6)
5- Cody Rhodes (6)
10- Eve (5)
10- Layla (5)
10- Kaitlyn (5)
10- Randy Orton (5)
10- Tyson Kidd (5)
Most recent debuts
1- Sasha Banks (debuted in chapter 50)
2- Darren Young (debuted in chapter 46)
2- Titus O'Neil (debuted in chapter 46)
4- Anya (debuted in chapter 45)
5- Tensai (debuted in chapter 41)
6- Brad Maddox (debuted in chapter 39)
7- Corey Graves (debuted in chapter 37)
7- Jake Carter (debuted in chapter 37)
7- Summer Rae (debuted in chapter 37)
10- Tamina Snuka (debuted in chapter 35)
