Dean had absolutely no idea why he found himself in Becky Lynch's hotel room. The young duo were sharing a few beers and talking about anything that came to mind.

What originally got him up there in the first place was Becky approaching him after RAW wrapped up and propositioned him for a drink. He agreed and that's where they were now.

The fiery redhead, when she wasn't lightly flirting with Ambrose, checked her phone every few minutes.

Dean took notice after the fourth or fifth time.

"Am I keeping you from something?" He asked, finishing off his beer just in case he was asked to leave.

Becky shook her head and set her phone down.

"No, boyo," her thick accent was as cheery as the smile on her face. "Just keepin' track o' the time."

Dean sat up in his chair. He was no fool. There was something up Becky's sleeve.

"Look," Ambrose began with a sly smirk. "I know you didn't just invite me up here for a few beers. I got a buzz goin', you're body is making me wild, why don't we just do it already?"

Becky chuckled dryly. "Oh, trust me, lad. I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want all of your come coatin' ma face. But we just need to be patient fer a few more minutes."

Becky's words sent a chill down his spine and blood to his cock. Her Irish accent gave her words an extra zap to it.

Dean stood. "Why do we have to wait? Is there some kind of Irish rule that says we can't fuck before midnight?"

Becky finally got the text she was expecting. A certain purple haired woman was on her way to her room.

Becky focused back on Dean.

"Just one more minute, ok?" She asked.

Dean unbuckled his belt. "I'm already ready, baby doll. I need something to hold me over until whatever happens."

Dean's raggedy jeans sagged, giving Becky a preview of what she would hopefully have inside her very soon.

"Dean..." Her brain went into autopilot as Dean's blue briefs fell to the floor with his jeans.

Her mouth foamed, licking her lips slowly. Becky leaned forward, feelings her lips meet Dean's stiff member.

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Sasha Banks stepped off the elevator on Becky's floor. She didn't know why Becky wanted her to show up at her hotel room, but she said it was a huge surprise.

Using the key card Becky gave her, Sasha opened the door.

Looking up, Sasha's eyes widened. Dean Ambrose, fists full of orange hair, moaned softly at the foot of the bed while the aforementioned Becky sat on the edge of said bed. Dean's erect cock was snuggly wrapped in Becky's lips. Her head gently pushed forward and just as slowly bobbed back.

"Rebecca Lynch," Sasha said with a slow shake of her head. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Sasha?" Dean gasped, pulling out of Becky's mouth.

"What did we agree on?" Sasha asked with a sassy head tilt.

Becky, head hung low, shrugged her shoulders.

"Couldn't wait, lass," the Irishwoman said.

Sasha switched her attention to Dean.

"He's the surprise then?" Sasha asked.

Becky picked her head up and nodded.

Dean chuckled. "Somebody mind telling me what's going on?"

Sasha, swaying her hips lazily, sauntered up to Becky.

Dean's jaw hit the floor; Sasha lifted Becky's chin and planted a very tongue heavy kiss on her lips.

The two girls got into an intense face battle almost as suddenly as it started.

Dean, having no trouble keeping his erection, watched on in awe as two of the hottest women he knew felt each other up in a crazy, sexy kissing session.

"Mind if I join in?" Dean joked half seriously.

Sasha rolled off Becky. The purple haired woman gave Dean a quick wink and breathy giggle.

"Why do you think you're here, Ambrose?" She asked.

"I thought to hook up with Beck. But I can see there's more to this." Ambrose replied.

Sasha smiled. "Becky and I... Are a couple. We travel, eat, sleep, and change together. Most importantly: We fuck. A lot. Several times a day. You see, Ambrose, Becky and I are what people call sex addicts. I can't go a few minutes without thinking about sex and needing to rub one out. Becky keeps a vibrator within arm's reach at all times."

"Lucky me," Becky chuckled.

The gears in Dean's brain started to turn.

"So you want to have a threesome?" Ambrose asked.

"We've talked about it," Sasha said. "Didn't know it would happen out of nowhere. But I'm excited. I'm a little jealous Becky got to taste your cock before me."

Dean, broad smile on his face, moved towards the bed.

"Don't worry," he said. "There's plenty to go around. And it just so happens I've always wanted to know what those full lips felt like, Sash."

Sasha gripped the base of Dean's cock. Stroking in a gentle rhythm, Sasha nibbled at the fore skin around Dean's cockhead. Using her lips to push the excess skin back, Sasha's tongue guided his cock end to the roof of her mouth.

"God damn," Dean groaned. "You and fire crotch know what you're doing. You suck cock so good, darlin'."

"Who's better?" Becky asked.

Dean grinned. "I can't answer that..."

The orange haired woman planted her lips on the shaft of Dean's cock. While Sasha slowly continued bobbing her head, Becky kissed and nibbled other areas of Dean's throbbing cock.

Just when Dean thought he was going to come, Sasha and Becky backed off.

"Well?" Sasha askes.

"Who's better?" Becky questioned.

Dean smirked. "Becky... Sorry, Sasha."

"No worries, Ambrose," she assured. "It just means I get eaten out and Becky gets the cock... This time."

The two unbelievable stunning women kissed, stripped each other, and touched every sensitive part of each other's bodies. Dean struggled greatly not to jerk off all over the two women.

Finally, Sasha laid her head against a pillow. Becky coated her index and middle fingers in saliva before sliding them inside the awaiting pussy of her girlfriend. Her tongue quickly found the sensitive love button on the crown of Sasha's pussy.

Dean stroked himself a few extra times just to make sure he was ready to fuck Becky's plump, jiggly ass. Kneeling on the bed behind the Ireland native, Dean slid his cock a quarter of the way in. Becky moaned loudly into Sasha's pussy. Feeling the animal release inside him, Dean shoved the rest of his dick inside Becky. Becky moaned at the top of her lungs into Sasha, which made her moan thunderously too.

"Yeah, Ambrose," Sasha moaned. "Fuck her tight, little pussy," she bucked her hips against Becky's mouth. "And you, you fucking slut, you make me come all over that pretty face of yours."

Thrusting as hard as he could, Dean slapped his hips against Becky's. Sasha, moaning uncontrollably, cried Becky's name as her womanhood erupted and she came. Becky was next to reach her peak. Cursing in Gaelic, Becky's pussy tightened around Dean's cock before she came as well.

"Fuck," Dean grunted.

He quickly pulled out of Becky. Furiously stroking his cock, Dean aimed for Becky's back. But the two young women turned around to face him.

Tongues out, mouths open, and eyes closed, Becky and Sasha took Dean's load all over their faces. Dean grunted and cursed under his breath.

Becky and Sasha, thickly coated in jizz, resumed their make out session from earlier.

"That's so fucking sexy," Dean admired.

Sasha licked the come clean off Becky's face. While Becky returned the favor, Sasha smirked at Dean.

"Ready for round two?" She asked.

Dean rapidly nodded his head and jumped back into bed, making the two girls squeal and giggle.