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Day of Event - April 8th 2013 (Before RAW)
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"Another bet? Really? When you haven't paid up from the one we had at WrestleMania? Really Wade? Really?" Miz asked, in his typically condescending tone of voice. "Do you think I was born yesterday or something?"
The Miz and Wade Barrett had been standing in the former's locker room for the past five minutes. Yes, Wade Barrett was actually in his enemy's locker room…all because of a bloody bet. A bet that they had which revolved around their Pre-Show match was what got Wade Barrett inside Miz's locker room. Wade had lost this bet, but he was determined to try and dig himself out of a loss.
"Just listen, Mizanin. I'm…I'm still going to pay up to my side of the bet." It pained Wade to say such a thing, but he was a man of his word. Even though he despised the movie star standing in front of him, he would still comply with the outcome of the bet he had with said movie star. "And I'll tell you what, if you win this bet, you can do whatever you want to me. Whatever you want."
"Whatever I want?"
"Yes. That's what I just said."
"So…if you lost this bet as well, you'd do whatever I want? If I wanted to tie your naked body to a street light, you'd go through with it?"
"Yes."
"If I made you my sex slave for the week, you'd do it?"
"For the bloody week?" Wade's cheeks quickly became red.
"Yes. You haven't told me if you'd do it."
"…Yes, I'd do it."
"You sure about that, Barrett? You had to think."
"If I wasn't going to do it, I would have bloody said so!" That Miz; always winding people up. He didn't change a bit, in that regard.
"But how can I believe that? You could just as well be lying to me." Miz smirked at Wade's fury.
"How can I fucking prove if I'm lying to you?!"
"Get me hard. Don't suck me. That'll happen later, you know, since you lost the bet. I just want you to get my awesome dick nice and hard…just so I know you're telling the truth."
"You have some bloody cheek, you know that?" Wade scowled, as his large palm hesitantly made it's way onto his rival's crotch. Darn fucking bet.
"I'll also have a hard-on, if you use your hands well." Even when he was getting pleasured, Miz could still crack a cocky smirk.
Wade would grumble inaudible curses under his breath, as he continued to slowly help Miz in making sure that his manhood would transition from softness to hardness, because of a damn bet. Wade had never regretted anything as much as this; not even forming the Corre.
Thankfully, Wade's hands would not have to work on Miz's length for long. The length would go from limp and floppy to erect in a quick minute or so. As soon as Wade could feel a rock hard dick, his hand quickly moved away. "There! You have your damn hard dick! Now do you believe me?"
"Tease." Miz muttered. "Fine, I believe you."
"Good. Now as for tonight's little bet, since I'm cashing in my rematch clause, if and when I win my Intercontinental Championship from you, you do to me what I do to you tonight. I suck your dick; you suck mine. You fuck me; I fuck you. If, and only if, you retain the title, then I will do whatever you want." Wade smirked. His confidence was quickly coming back. "Now, Mizanin, do we have a deal?"
"Only on one condition."
"What?" Wade was annoyed. He was expecting a short, sweet and simple 'deal' in response. "Fine. What's the condition."
"Whoever wins, we both get filmed. I'll find a decent cameraperson. Maybe they could even get in on the action, depending on how much of a good boy you are."
Again, always irritating people. Such typical behaviour from The Miz. No wonder nobody liked his fat, obnoxious ass. "Are you being freaking serious?"
"Does it look like I'm joking?"
"It looks like you need a bloody punch in the gob."
"Maybe if you win, you could shove something else in my…gob." Miz flashed a cheeky grin. He got no response from Wade. "Oh, come on Barrett. Not scared or anything, are we?"
"Wade Barrett is never scared."
"Then just accept, Wade. I mean, you got to be some type of chicken if you don't accept."
"Who the hell do you think you are telling me, Wade Barrett, an A-List movie star, what to do?"
"Since I beat your ass at WrestleMania. That's when. I'm the actual A-List movie star, by the way…Wade." The last word was just a whisper. A quiet whisper, but it was loud enough to earn a slight snarl from the Brit.
"Fuck you, Mizanin. You're on." When the Englishman finally finished snarling, he left The Miz alone. He was done with this plump, egotistical, self-righteous cunt; for now, at least.
Miz couldn't help but to grin. Oh the ideas that vividly swirled inside his brain. Oh, the sick, humiliating ideas he had in mind for Wade. The sick, sick ideas…
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Day of Event - April 8th 2013 (After RAW)
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Well, the match didn't exactly go how Miz wanted it to. He had lost the Intercontinental Championship to Wade approximately twenty four hours after he had won it from the same man. Was that even long enough to allow The Miz to refer to the title that he had fleetingly held as his own championship? Probably not.
Whilst everybody, wrestlers included, was in total awe over the success of Fandango's theme (it was a proud day for the Jersey natives, knowing that they produced an instant phenomenon just from humming along to an entrance theme), Miz slowly strolled his way to Wade's locker room. He was not in a good mood.
The fact that people were coming up and approaching him about his loss didn't help his mood a single bit. Alberto Del Rio was a good example of that.
"Hey, Miz! I saw what happened earlier. You feeling okay, chico?" Bellowed a smiling Del Rio. Normally a smile that came from Alberto Del Rio meant that he was being downright arrogant…but then he changed personality at the end of 2012. 2013 really was a year of new beginnings for Alberto. He became a really nice guy. His smiles were now sincere. He never had a bad intention in mind. Miz couldn't be mad at Alberto, for showing genuine emotion.
"Not too bad." Miz lied. He felt like total shit…but the last thing he wanted right now was a heart-to-heart with somebody. He just wanted his title back. "Thanks 'Berto."
"No problem, senor. Just talk to me if you're upset or anything. I'd love to help." The Mexican smiled again, before he walked off, allowing Miz to go back to sulkily strolling across the corridor. Well, until he bumped into another wrestler. One that he had far more history with than Alberto.
"Miz." That cold, detached voice. It belonged to Riley; Alex Riley. Miz could vividly remember his former protégé's voice, even when it was aloof, when Riley had shocked the world by disbanding the alliance he had with his mentor.
"Riley." Miz retorted, in a voice just as cold as his former friend's.
"Well…I would try and console you for that tragic, tragic loss earlier tonight, where you lost your title, if you could even call it your title, against Wade Barrett…but nah. I've got better things to be doing than to care for a conceited jerk."
"At least I'm not a conceited jerk who holds grudges. Grow the fuck up, Riley. We're in 2013, not 2011. People change."
"You don't, and you've said it so many times that you haven't changed. You're still the same, egotistical asshole you once were."
"You know, Alex, I actually pity you. I could probably turn into Mother Teresa, and you'd still think I was an egotistical asshole. You just don't see the good in people."
"Oh, I see the good in people alright, Miz. I just don't see the good in people who've wronged me so fucking bad. You're lucky I haven't punched you, yet."
"If you want to, then go on ahead. At least then, you wouldn't be opening your legs, like you always do. You've opened them for every damn person on the roster. Even Hornswoggle, for crying out loud. Freaking Hornswoggle!"
"See, this is one of many things that I don't like about you, Miz. You always get into people's business. You always try and snoop around when you aren't wanted. MizTV is just an excuse for you to snoop around wrestlers' private lives in public. You know what, I'm done talking to you." Alex was about to walk off, but there was just one more thing he had to address. "Oh, and about Hornswoggle…he has a bigger dick than you…but then again…that isn't saying much." Riley virulently sniggered, before he would actually walk away.
Miz didn't quite know what to make of that. He didn't know whether to feel insulted, or amused at the fact that Riley was basically admitting that he was a slut from the remark he made about Hornswoggle's dick. Hornswoggle…of all people. Miz still couldn't quite wrap his head around that one.
Continuing to walk, after that brief, venomous encounter with Alex, the former Intercontinental Champion had expected somebody else to comment on his title loss. What he didn't expect was to find somebody with a camera…somebody who looked like a wrestler, holding a camera. Miz couldn't quite tell if she was a wrestler or not. She was a familiar face, but she definitely wasn't on the main roster. She looked as if she was talking to somebody…Zack Ryder, probably. Miz could quickly recognise Zack (and with his style of hair, how could anybody not recognise Zack Ryder), but not the woman filming him. He remembered seeing her before…probably on NXT…but what was her name?
"So, did you see everybody doing the Fandango earlier tonight?" The woman had an Australian twang. It wasn't even remotely hard upon to identify who the woman was upon hearing the twang. Who else was Australian?
"Bro, of course I did! Did anybody not see that?" Zack was just as goofy as ever…when he was happy, at least. When he was sad, he was basically a sullen little child.
"Okay, so, since you saw that…tell the Emmalutioners what you thought of the Fandango?" It seemed that the "Emmalutioners" was just a term that Emma had used to describe her fans. Kind of clever, but very, very random. That was what Miz had thought of the term, anyway.
"Ehh…it's pretty good. Nothing beats a good old-fashioned fist pump though! You know what I mean, bro?"
"Bro? As in brother?" Emma was baffled. "But I'm not a boy…and I'm not related to you."
"Huh? I know you're not actually my bro, bro. It's just something I say to people I like." The man shrugged. This was getting way to awkward for Miz's liking. He wanted to intervene so badly, but then, where else would he find a decent cameraperson who wasn't annoying? The WWE's camera crew were all just so irritating and whiny. They made Melina Perez look like an angel in comparison.
"Oh…" A brief, awkward silence took place, until Emma eventually continued. "So, urm, anyway…what do you think of my Em-azing victory dance?"
"The what dance?" Zack was confused. What on earth was this woman talking about?"
"My victory dance…you haven't seen it?" Zack nodded his head, to the shock of Emma. "Crikey! Where have you been for the past so-and-so? Under a cave? Lemme show you how Em-spirational my victory dance is." The woman would gently place the camera on the ground (thankfully not tripping over, like she usually would), to showcase her well-known dance. Emma's right arm would swing to her right, before her left arm would swing to her left. The Australian woman continued these two moves in decent rhythm.
Zack was into it. The young man was easily impressed…very easily impressed. He would ultimately find himself mimicking Emma's dance, putting just as much zest into it as she did. This really was something that he could get into…and possibly get Santino into as well!
"See? Isn't this just Em-azing?!" Emma was supposed to be asking that whilst holding the camera…but there was no camera in her grasp. She just continued dancing. It was as if she forgot the camera's presence altogether.
"It is pretty sick bro, I gotta give you that." That goofy grin Zack was known for had worked its way onto his face, as he continued with the dance, whilst Miz had given the two dancing wrestlers disapproving looks. Just finish the damn thing already!
"I told you it would be." The woman from Australia also grinned. It took five minutes for her to realise that there was a specific reason she had a camera beside her: to get people interested in doing the Emma. "Crap!" This was when things went wrong for the poor girl. She went to pick up the camera, but being the klutz that she was, she managed to trip onto the floor. She didn't break or even touch the camera when she tumbled onto the ground, but she was damn close!
Zack's eyes widened in shock, as did Miz's. Damn! That was a hard thud to the ground. "Bro! You okay?" Zack ran over to Emma, and extended his hand.
"Yeah…I'm okay. I survived. I'm still breathing." The blonde woman smiled, as she took Zack's hand, and used that as leverage to pull herself up, so that she could stand on her two feet. "Thank you." Thankfully, when she went to grab the camera this time, she didn't trip over herself. Emma had went back to filming Zack as if nothing drastic had happened. At least the camera was still turned on. "So Zack, what do you think of my special victory dance? Did it leave an Em-pression on you?"
"Em-pression?" Zack was initially confused…then he got the pun. "Oh! As in impression. That's pretty sick, bro. And yeah, it did leave an impression on me."
"Yay!" Emma would have clapped so hard, if it wasn't for the camera in her hands. "Would you say it's better than the Fandango?"
"Of course! I'd rather do the Emma than hum a song. That just ain't my thing." Zack said. Emma had gotten exactly what she wanted! She quickly turned the camera off. This would definitely be getting back to the Emmalutioners!
"Thank you so much, Zacky! You are the best honorary Emmalutioner in the history of ever." Skipping with total glee, the Australian woman was feeling on top of the world…even when she almost fell to the ground, which happened to be quite frequently. "Don't worry about me. I'm still okay." Until she turned a corner, and bumped into Miz, that is.
Out of pure shock, the camera went flying in the air. Good thing that Miz would catch it. That was the only proof Emma had that people had preferred the Emma over the Fandango. That was her ticket to greatness and super-mega stardom.
"I believe this is yours." Miz smirked, as he offered the camera back to the young lady, who quickly snatched it from his grasp.
"Jiminy Cricket! Thank you! Thank you! You are Em-azing! Oh my GaGa! How could I possibly repay you?" It was pretty clear Emma was extremely thankful for the safety of her camera.
"So you wanna repay me?" Well, getting a new cameraperson seemed to be easier than Miz expected. Much, much easier.
"Of course! I mean thanks to you, my camera's still alive. It's not dead, and broken, and stuff like that." Emma smiled, slowly turning her attention from the camera to the man who saved her camera.
"Well, since you want to repay me, mind filming something for me?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"Don't worry. It's nothing awful. It'll be in Woi Barrah's locker room though." Emma didn't quite understand why Miz had put on a posh British accent. Miz would have to explain it to her. "Wade Barrett?"
"Oh. So why'd you put on a British accent?"
"Because he is British."
"I, like, know. You could have just said his name though."
"Never mind, never mind. Just come with me." Miz was already feeling irritated by this gauche woman. Any more cumbersome situations, and Miz would lose his faith in the NXT women's division completely…even with Paige around.
The walk was almost just as awkward as the woman who Miz was walking with. They didn't say a word to each other. They just walked, until they would find Wade's locker room. Miz knocked on the door. "Enter." And so, they did.
"Well, I didn't expect you to actually remember the bet, considering you're an oaf and all."
"I didn't expect you to actually remember where your locker room is, considering you're an even bigger oaf."
"I'm not sure how to respond to that bloody dim remark, so I won't. Just get on with the bloody bet. I don't want to be spending all night with you, Mizanin."
"Then I'm sure you'll be thrilled to know that the feeling's mutual, Barrett." Both men were scowling at each other. This wasn't awkward; this was damn hostile!
"So…the weather's nice, huh?"
"Emma?" Wade looked at her oddly, before looking back at his rival. "That dancing rookie from NXT? Is this the bloody camerawoman you got?"
"Yep. Got a problem with it?"
"I do, as a matter of fact. But like I stated earlier, I don't want to spend long with you."
"So, why don't you suck my dick and we can get started then?"
"Oh no, no, no, Mizanin. Not on my account. Since I'm the Intercontinental Champion, you're sucking my dick."
"Really Wade? Really? Really? I won the bet first."
"You also should be the one to suck my dick first."
"How about a sixty-nine?" Emma suggested. The two men both looked at her with deathly glares.
"No!" They shouted in unison.
Emma threw her hands back in shock. "Jeez Louise! It was only a suggestion. No need to shout or anything."
Miz didn't worry about her. Instead, he turned to Wade, and looked into his eyes. "You're not gonna give up, are you?"
"What do you bloody think?"
"That you should suck my dick, but since you're obviously waiting for me…I'll do you a favour, since I am the better, more mature man." Miz looked at Emma. "Is the camera on?"
Emma hit the power button. "Now it is." Emma also hit the record button. "And I'm recording you both."
"Good. Make sure you aren't too shaky." Miz instantly became determined to be the best seducer he could be. He always wanted to look good on camera. Looking lustfully into Wade's eyes, Miz would speak. "You know, Wade…I always wanted to try a big, thick slice of British beef…but I never really got the chance. Would you let me try some of yours? I'm feeling a little…" Miz squeezed Wade's bulge. "…hungry."
Wade let out a growl. He didn't like the Miz a single bit, but damn, his hands felt nice! "Just remember not to bite. I've got beef that's meant to be sucked on. Nice and hard beef."
Hard was right. Miz quickly felt an erect penis desperate to escape from the Brit's trunks. He decided to be nice, and to let the erect penis free. Sinking swiftly to his knees, the short wrestling trunks of Wade were quickly tugged down, so that his raging manhood was revealed.
"Now that is one big, fat cock." Miz licked his lips at the thick organ. Never before had beef looked so delectable. Quickly, his tongue trailed from the scrotum and worked its way up. Soon the travelling tongue would reach the tip. Twirling around, moans were oozing out of Wade's mouth. Emma couldn't help but to feel aroused. Wetness would soon make itself known in her nether regions, as she filmed the man-on-man action on her camera.
Slapping against the engorged head, Miz could already feel the tanginess of Wade's manhood just from his tongue. He wanted more. He needed more. He needed to taste more of that tanginess.
Miz couldn't help himself. He just had to engulf Wade's manhood. In one gulp. His oral talents were really on display now, and he was just warming up!
Wade couldn't help but to growl. As soon as Miz took Wade in his mouth, the latter was sent to a world of utopia. He lost all control that he had. Such a velvety, wet oral passage deserved a good fucking. Wade definitely planned on giving that a good fucking.
Roughly placing his large palms on the back of the American man's neck, Wade would thrust in and out of Miz's mouth at a brutally fast pace, with brutal strength. His dominance was on fully display, and Miz would love every second of it, no matter how much he hated the man who unleashed his dominance.
"Ooh! My lord, that is some hawt action!" Emma would grin. She wasn't so aware of how difficult recording two attractive men in a sexual encounter and staying dry would be. "I am like, as wet as a puddle right about now!"
That only made both men hornier. They were already in bliss, but to know that they made a hot woman wet was even more blissful. Miz would feel fuelled to suck more whorishly on Wade's length, and Wade felt more enthusiastic in face-fucking Miz. The action that was caught on camera was nothing short of perfection.
Wade could feel his length begin to throb when he felt Miz take in each and every inch he had. Not only would Miz deepthroat Wade, but he would deepthroat the Brit for a long period of time; a very impressive feat indeed.
"Alright, alright. You can stop now." Wade moaned. He eventually mustered enough willpower to withdraw from the heavenly oral cavity. "Turn around. I wanna see your ass now."
"That right, baby?" Miz looked up, showing nothing but wanton desire towards his enemy. "Fuck me good. Fuck me hard, man. Give that awesome ass the awesome fucking it needs."
"Like I'd plan on delivering anything less." The Englishman smirked, as Miz would strip himself naked, and getting himself into position. Seeing Miz get on all fours would really expose how ample his posterior was. "Nice and fat; just how I like my bitches' asses to look." Wade quickly looked at Emma. "You getting this?"
"Of course." The Australian woman said; fighting back a moan from escaping at the domineering tone.
"Good." Wade soon turned to Miz again. The former's penis quickly accessed the latter's heat. It was loose, but it made for a snug fit. "Loose, huh? How many dicks been inside you, Mizanin? How many are as good as mine?"
"Shut up and fuck me!" Miz mewled. His ass was slapped in response for the audacity of responding in such a manner.
"Don't you dare and tell your superior to shut up! Fuckin' answer me!" Wade growled. The power of his thrusts intensified tenfold, as did the pain and pleasure that came with those thrusts.
"You! Fucking you Wade! That what you wanna hear?! God! Fuck me!" Miz was just a mess right about now. Feeling a big cock deep inside him usually did that.
"Good bitch." Wade smirked. He couldn't last for much longer, especially when he went so deep inside his rival, that he smashed Miz's prostate. "Fuck! You better get ready to be a cum dumpster slut."
"I am, Wade! Fuck! Go deep on that ass!" And Wade continued to do so. His thrusts were rapid and brutal. They were awe-inspiring. Emma didn't know whether to feel aroused or scared by Wade's ascendancy, as she caught that ascendancy perfectly on camera.
"Yeah…" He was almost there.
"Yeah…" He was getting closer.
"Oh god…" He was that close.
"Fucking hell!" Wade was there. His essence surged deep inside the battered hole, filling it to the very core. Pulling out, Wade could blatantly see the semen that oozed out of the stretched pucker. "Film that, Emma. Film it now." She did. The camera caught every little droplet that seeped out of Miz, and onto the floor. Wade had left his mark inside The Miz…and now it was time for Miz to do the same to Wade.
As soon as Emma pressed the record button (so that there wouldn't be any more recorded footage of Wade's dominance), Miz would remember that it was now his turn to feel such superiority over his rival. "Like that, Wade?"
"It wasn't bad, Mizanin."
"Good…I'm sure you'll like being my bitch a lot more." Miz smirked. He got up from all fours, and looked into the ravenette's eyes. "Your turn to pay up."
Damn! Wade almost got away with it! Well, he couldn't win them all. He was a man of his word, after all. "Fine." Wade looked at Emma. "Press the damn record button already!"
"Christ. No need for the aggression." Emma stated in a calm manner. "Lemme just take my clothes off." It took a while, much to Wade's dismay, but Emma would finally expose her naked form. Then she pressed the record button. "Ready."
Taking in a deep breath, it was time for Wade to face up to…this moment. He would so regret ever considering this, let alone actually going through with it.
"You know, Miz…I've always wanted to…do this to you…" Wade clearly didn't want to do this. The tone of his voice expressed that perfectly. Wade realised this, and his attitude changed dramatically. "Oh fuck it. Let's just get this over with." The champion sank to his knees, and quickly engulfed Miz whole. He didn't want to spend long working over his rival, that was clear.
How Wade Barrett was feeling clearly didn't affect Miz. As long as Wade would do well, Miz didn't care in the slightest. All he wanted was a good quality dick sucking.
"That's it, Wade. Show me how you got that acting role." A smirk traversed the American's face. Throwing digs and getting a blowjob never felt so good before. Wade would scowl upwards, but he would still hold Miz deep inside his mouth.
The taste was okay, but Wade didn't enjoy this. Not at all. Not even if the dick didn't taste as bad as Wade was expecting. Wade just wanted this experience to finish already.
Emma could see the lack of enthusiasm Wade had when giving oral. He bobbed his head up and down Miz's length well enough, but he just didn't have that sultriness or desire that Miz did.
Miz also would have lacked the lust that Wade had so obviously lacked , if it wasn't for two things: one; Wade's cock-sucking ability (now Miz could see why Colin Farrell was so fond of Wade's acting), and two; Emma's naked body. The girl had a big bust and a wet cunt. What heterosexual red-blooded American male couldn't like that?
Emma could see that Miz was clearly staring at her; she could feel his eyes roam up and down her body. She wondered why he was looking at her of all people, when he was getting a blowjob from Wade. "Wait, why are you staring at me?" She almost felt a little violated from the staring.
"Why don't you…come over, and I'll show you why?"
"Couldn't you just tell me? That'd be easier."
"It would, but it'd be sexier if I showed you."
"I dunno…I guess." Emma really didn't know what Miz had in mind, but he seemed really eager to show her why he stared at her. Emma would put her trust in Miz, as she scooted closer and closer until there was very little distance between the two. Now The Miz had his chance to get what he wanted…well, what he wanted as well as the blowjob Wade was giving to him.
"You got some nice, big tits." Miz grinned. He wasn't drunk from alcohol, but he was surely drunk from lust. Looking at Emma made him hornier than he could have possibly hoped to be. The horniness became evident to Emma when she felt Miz's tongue worm its way onto her breasts.
"Oh golly!" Emma bellowed in absolute shock. Her naïve mind didn't suspect that this was what Miz would do to her. She wasn't complaining, however. The camera movements may have become shaky, but that was worth feeling the large amounts of pleasure. Miz sure knew how to use his mouth for more than just talking.
Miz was relentless with his assault. His tongue would whirl all over Emma's busty tits, whilst his fingers would swiftly delve deep inside Emma's wet pussy. The wet woman was about to get a whole lot more wet.
Wade continued to show a lack of lust. He continued to show his disinterest. He wouldn't pay any attention to any of Miz's organs beside the penis. He wouldn't take care of Miz's scrotum, like Miz had done to him. Wade just sucked on Miz's length, and waited for it to throb. Waiting was never so tedious to the Brit prior to now. But when the length did throb, that was when Wade moved his head away from the pulsating length.
"There! Your throbbing! Just fuck me, Mizanin." Wade wouldn't get on all fours. No. That was for bitches like Miz. What Wade would do was press his chest against the cold wall, with his peachy ass sticking out, waiting for Miz to enter him.
Miz could only smirk. Wade clearly wanted to possess some form of dominance, even when acting like a slut. That wouldn't happen. Not at all. Miz would temporarily stop sucking and nipping on Emma's nipple to respond verbally to his enemy. "I don't think so, Wade. Ride my dick. Grind on it. Bounce on it. Show all the Mizfits how good a bitch you can be."
"Mizfits? Do I even want to bloody know?" Wade shook his head in dispproval at the use of the made-up term. It was cringeworthy on so many levels. Wade would actually use speed to straddle Miz's waist, in order to try to forget about the nauseating term. It was that hideous. "Can't even believe I'm bloody doing this." Wade would mutter quietly to himself, before he swallowed up Miz's length. It may not have had the longest length, but its thickness was impressive. "Bloody fucking hell!" Even though the phallus didn't necessarily hurt him, it certainly made an impact. Wade couldn't deny that.
Once all of Miz was firmly inside Wade, Miz wanted Emma in a different position. That way, he could get much more comfortable. Once both of the Australian's nipples were wet and erect, Miz moved his head back. "Sit on my face. Film Wade riding my awesome dick as you ride my awesome tongue."
"What is it with everyone and their bossy aggression? A please and thank you would be good Em-ough." Emma said, before she would eventually comply with Miz's request, once he laid firmly on his back. She would straddle his face, just like Wade had straddled Miz's waist. Her pussy hovered around briefly, before Miz's tongue would stab deep inside her cunt. From that moment on, the relentless attack on Emma's damp pussy had begun
Emma would try to film the talented tongue at work, but alas, the camera couldn't quite film such footage. Instead, all Emma was able to film was Miz's neck (because clearly, she was no expert with cameras). A neck. How arousing was a neck?
Tilting the camera in various angles, Emma still couldn't film Miz tongue-fucking her vagina with the utmost skill. It was a shame. Good thing Wade Barrett had a suggestion for Emma.
"Fucking focus on me already! Focus on the fucking star!" Bad thing Wade Barrett expressed his suggestion in a manner that was painfully vociferous.
"Yikes! Don't scream. Please. It's bad for my ears." Emma stated, in her typically awkward and relaxed tone of voice. She nimbly moved the camera upwards, so the focus was now on Wade, who began to unleash his inner slut.
Miz had reached the almighty sweet spot. Wade couldn't give a damn about dominance now; not when he had a dick rubbing against his prostate.
"Such a big, fucking cock! Fuck!" A plethora of lewd words ran from Wade's lips, as he rode Miz like a jockey riding a horse. The lewd language earned a stinging slap on both of Wade's jiggling ass cheeks from the aggressive Miz. The roles were definitely reversed now. Miz was now the aggressor, and Wade was now the eager slut. Both men were moaning very frequently, and they weren't the only ones.
Emma had joined in on the loud, pleasured moans. Her pussy could take no more of the expert tongue, as it often switched from tickling her clit to thrusting into her g-spot (the latter more so than the former). It was just too much pleasure to absorb at one time. Emma couldn't control the amount of juices that surged out of her pussy, and onto the tongue that eagerly collected as many of those juices as possible. She almost screeched her pleasure. It was fortunate that none of the glass in the locker room had shattered.
Miz definitely could get used to this. Not only had he made his arch-rival his bitch, but he also got to taste mouth-watering juices that originated from such a succulent cunt at the same time. What else could be better for such a man's satisfaction? Miz certainly couldn't think of anything, and it had showed. Clearly. Too much of this euphoric heaven could only last so long, before reality would rear its ugly head. Projectiles of white would race inside Wade's slackened pucker, filling Wade to the brim, just like Wade had filled Miz to the brim.
The creativity rushed through Emma's head. A shot of Miz's cum trickling out of Wade's hole would be a perfect way to make up for the duration of time that Emma unintentionally spent recording Miz's neck. Sure enough, as soon as she had scuttled around to Wade's behind, Miz had already withdrew from the Englishman's hole. Emma had the perfect chance to film the droplets of semen slowly ooze onto the floor…until she pressed the delete button; by mistake, of course.
"Oh no!"
"What?" Wade asked. He didn't like those two dreaded words escaping Emma's mouth.
"I…um…kinda deleted my recording." The woman nervously laughed. "Can we…you know…film that again, or something?" Well, at least it was a suggestion.
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Hope you all liked that! It's oddly fun writing for Wade as a bottom. He has such a domineering presence, but there's something about him bottoming to other men that's such a turn-on…to me at least, lol.
Here's what's coming your way next:
~ 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)
~ Heath Slater (Bottom)/Jey Uso (Top)/Jimmy Uso (Top)Justin Gabriel (Bottom)/Naomi (Bottom) (Requested by me)
~ Cameron (Bottom)/Josh Mathews (Versatile)/The Miz (Versatile)/Naomi (Versatile) (Requested by me)
Still no requests being taken as of this chapter. Six more chapters to go until I take requests again!
