Definitely not my best but here you go!

Another day, another dollar. I'm in some random city in some random hotel that I can't remember. My body drenched in the post-workout sweat from just coming back from the gym. My booty shorts and sports bra hugging my ASSets a little more than usual. I'm jamming out to 'Work From Home' by Fifth Harmony when my personal cell blares my text message ringtone. I shake my ass as I walk across the room to answer it, mumbling along with the lyrics of the song.

It's Becky Lynch. She's just recently been called up to the main roster and she's been busting her ass to keep her spot. But she's also been busting my ass for my role within the company. Anyway, she wants my help. I've done a bit of sparring and am in good enough shape to handle some wrestling lock ups and take a few bumps so I agree.

I get to the venue and she walks down the ramp to greet me. I'm not so sure why I thought she'd be nice about it though.

"Well ello, May. I see you stopped having sex for money long enough to help the little people of the world. Bless. Now, let's get started."

She turns around and heads back toward the ramp without even letting me speak a single word. Anyway, I join her in the ring, and we start with a simple lock up. She immediately turns it into a swinging neck breaker and I take the bump like a pro.

We're in the ring no longer than 45 minutes before I'm on the mat tapping out to the head scissors. But I'm not tapping out because I'm in pain. No, I'm tapping out because I need to escape to the bathroom before I wet the mat with my arousal.

The whole time we were wrestling, she was shit talking. Calling me a pussy because I don't fight. Telling me I'm a slut and a bitch. And she doesn't know why I'm even here because my sex probably isn't any better than my wrestling. The sweat pouring down her body. Her tits accentuated GREATLY in the short, midriff baring, halter top she has on. It runs in lines down her abs as her chest heaves with her heavy breaths.

But what put the icing on the cake was when she got the head scissors locked in. Not only was I intoxicated by this girls natural aroma and strength. But she was mocking me. Again.

"Don't tap out, May. Come on you little pussy. Nut up. Pass out before you tap out. Wait you probably like this position don't you? So close to my amazing twat. I bet you wish you could turn your head so you could taste me, don't you? Yeah, you like being locked down and teased with my pussy so close but so far out of reach. God you're a fucking slut!" Then, she rolled up into a push up. Before I knew what was happening, the back of my head was hitting the mat which meant, yep you guessed it, Becky Lynch's sweet pussy hit me in the mouth repeatedly.

That's when I actually started to tap. I couldn't take it. She held me down between her pussy and the mat for a few seconds before she actually broke the hold and let me go. I can run pretty fast on a normal day, but with the fear of my arousal literally about to drip down my legs, I swear I've never run SO FAST! I almost tripped over my own feet trying to scramble and get away from her!

Once I get in the bathroom and lock the stall, my shorts come down and without missing a beat, I shove two fingers inside my tight, soaking wet, pulsing pussy and go to town. Rapidly getting myself off in no time. I was so lost in my pleasure I didn't even hear the door or my stall open. Once I come off the high, I see Becky right in front of me, mouth gaping; her own left hand down her shorts. I stand and before she even has time to process it, I grab her by the back of her head and drop her to her knees in front of me; shoving her face in my still post orgasm fluid-covered pussy. She immediately tongues me and I hear her fingers speed up inside her own twat.

"Oh fuck Becky! Yes baby girl! Suck that pussy! Clean it out, bitch! Yeah, get that tongue in there! Damn, who would have known someone who claims to NOT be interested in girls would be SO DAMN GOOD at eating pussy! Fuck yes, bitch!" By this point I'm squatting over her and riding her tongue like its a dick.

I feel the orgasmic passion flood my body again and as my body trembles she stops licking. I'm too out of it to care, but as soon as I'm done, I drop to my knees, grab her throat just enough to show her who's boss, and place my other hand over her nose and mouth.

"Swallow it bitch! Swallow my cum and know who manhandled your ass. Swallow while you remember what control you LOST to me the second you walked in on me. I owned you bitch. And you liked it. Didn't you, you little whore? Yeah, you loved it. Now swallow!" I'm massaging her throat as I feel my cum slide down it and she opens her mouth to show me she ate every last drop.

I stand and pat her on the head demeaningly. "Good girl, maybe next time I'll let you get off, too? Maybe. Bye bye, pet."

And with that, I turn and leave the restroom, Becky still on her knees, slumping over from exhaustion and breath play and completely shocked at what just happened