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Day of Event - February 20th 2012
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"I am not a Hoeski!" Eve's cheeks were turning into a deep shade of red as she saw that John Cena, the man she had been arguing with in the backstage corridor for the last fifteen minutes began to move away from her. "Where are you going John? John?!"
It wasn't only Eve who had cheeks as red as a tomato, as Cena too had crimson cheeks which had reflected upon the amount of rage he was feeling towards that Hoeski (which was the only way he would refer to Eve from this moment onwards).
"Don't you dare leave me John! You know we have something special!" Eve said as she grabbed onto his arm. The look on his face had indicated to the Coloradan Diva that she had made a bad move.
"Special? Special?!" Cena turned around to face Eve with one of the must furious looks that his facial expressions have ever provided. "You call one night something special? You know what Eve? You're a scandalous bitch, just like Dwayne Johnson is."
"But I'm not John! I can just see the chemistry we have together. Zack was just an obstacle for us and our love." Eve said with a look of sadness. She was a superb actress, in her mind, and she always had been ever since she appeared (and fooled the WWE Universe) in the 2007 Diva Search which she eventually won thanks to her acting skills.
John's anger was beyond boiling point at this level. The audacity of this hoe to mention Zack, John's best friend (or ex-best friend) in such a degrading way was more than enough to get the Massachusett furious. Whether or not she wanted Cena's attention in this way was irrelevant at the moment, because she would be stuck with Cena's immense anger also.
"No Eve! Let's rewind this little bitch flick back a bit. You and Zack were going out, being the seemingly perfect couple that made everyone's heart flutter with joy…but nooo! That wasn't good enough for you Eve, huh? Was it? You wanted all that attention to yourself and no-one but yourself! So what do you do? You steal that attention from Zack by acting like the slut you truly are by kissing me." Cena's cheeks had gotten redder and redder by the second, and at any rate, he was at the risk of having cheeks the same colour as a rose.
"I'm not a slut Cena!" That was all Eve could think of as a counter-attack for the moment being as she stared an immensely raging Cena dead on in the eye. A frightening event for many a man, let alone a woman.
"Biggest piece of crap I've heard for the last nine years! You're a slut and you know it. Matter of fact, everyone knows that you're just a Hoeski that'll screw around with anyone that has a penis."
That was where Eve finally had enough of Cena's derogatory name-calling. She knew what she was, and she definitely think of herself as a slut or a 'Hoeski', as he would often call her. "You know what Cena? Maybe I'm not perfect, but I'm proud of who I am! And as for calling ME a slut…that's pretty rich coming from someone who's taken more dicks in five months than Melina has in five years."
After a minute of glaring at Eve, Cena had actually laughed at what Eve had said. If that was the worst that she could come up with, then she had prepared very little for the confrontation between the two lustfully confused WWE stars.
"Now that's a giant exaggeration if I've ever heard one Eve. For one, you've taken a lot more dicks than I have…and two, at least I don't use people for my own little sexual thrill."
As if by pure magic, CM Punk and Randy Orton, two of the handful of guys to plunge their dicks inside both the asses of Cena and Torres, had appeared after hearing the heated arguing between the Massachusett and the Coloradan. Neither Orton nor Punk had cared for the reasoning of Cena and Eve's argument, but getting to witness a backstage confrontation had been far more interesting than viewing one that was inside the ring, as many a WWE employee had known.
"Sexual thrill? Don't be ridiculous John! It's hilarious how when I get used by Kelly and Alicia, nothing happens…yet when I use Zack Ryder, I get taunted and aggravated by these idiotic fans! Well this happens no more! I am not a…Hoeski." Through immense gritting of her teeth, Eve had finally managed to chuck that derogatory word out of her mouth and into Cena's earlobes.
That's when the presence of both Punk and Orton had been recognised by the two bickering WWE stars. They cocked their heads to see two smirking figures that had been covered by tattoos much to their horror.
"Actually Eve, if you wanna use that word, then you're definitely the biggest Hoeski on this roster. Everyone knows how much dick you've taken." Punk smirked, as he stepped closer to the vindictive vixen.
"I bet you if me and Punk showed you our dicks, you'd be wetter than Niagra Falls." Orton said, with an equally as wide smirk as the Chicagoan as they both were eventually centimetres away from the Coloradan.
"N-N-No…Shut up! I am not Kelly! I'm not going to suck every dick that I see!" Eve scowled at the two smirking studs as she secretly glanced at them from the crotch upwards. Perhaps she would have fun using these two as if they were a sexually aroused Zack Ryder.
"Mmm hmm…well at least you know you're not Kelly. She can suck it better than you anyway." Punk said, teasingly tugging at the waistband of his wrestling trunks which had captured Eve's attention (and arousal) just like he was thinking it would.
Meanwhile, in a much less teasingly enticing way, Orton had stripped himself completely out of his trunks while Eve (and even Cena) had been distracted by Punk. Yes it was taboo to appear naked in an area that a majority your colleagues would visit, but Randy didn't care much for that at all. He wasn't one for rules or structure. In the mind of the Viper, rules were made only to be broken.
His large and thick dick was dangling in the air, literally waiting for any form of attention to revolve around it. Seeing as how the Coloradan and Massachusett were still distracted by Punk (who still continued tugging up and down the waistband to his wrestling trunks), the Missourian had slipped behind Eve, using his large hand to slip underneath Eve's until he felt her pussy through her white panties for a second or two before the brunette Diva jumped in pure shock, nimbly moving herself away from Randy's large fingers.
That was when all forms of attention switched from Punk's teasing to Orton's exposure. Eyes had been widened (mainly from the manipulative Diva from Colorado) at the pure size and girth of the Viper's manhood as lips had been licked in the process.
"So…who wants the first taste?" Of course Orton had a clear idea of who he would like to go first, but some thoughts were better kept inside than out, and this was a time where Randy would agree with that (that being a miracle in itself since Orton rarely agreed to anything).
Without hesitation; without reluctance; without disinclination, Eve had been the first to sink to her knees which eventually made the young manipulator eye-level to the dick that had been so big that it even caught her eye.
Her hand wasted virtually no time in getting to feel a shaft of such an almighty size. It was probably one of the biggest that Eve's ever seen in the last decade, and considering the amount of men she's been in love with (and later went on to sexually use for her own benefit), that was quite the achievement.
Quickly the petite hand stroked up and down Randy's long length, making sure to cover every little centimetre from the tip to the base. It was clear that lust was in control of Eve now, not only by her facial expressions, but also the way her hand would sultrily move across the hardness that was Orton's member.
Meanwhile, while that was occurring between the Coloradan and the Missourian, Punk and Cena had plans of their own. Not to be outdone by the sly, crafty Diva, Cena had made a bold move in intentionally grabbing the noticeable bulge that made a tent in Punk's trunks and lowering himself to his knees so that like Eve was with Orton, Cena had been eye-level to Punk's erection.
"Hope ya have something for me Punky." Cena charmingly said with a friendly wink, as he eagerly pulled down the waistband of the WWE Champion's wrestling trunks down to his ankles to reveal the Chicagoan's impressively thick man-meat, which certainly did excite and delight the now aroused Massachusett.
As much as Cena wanted to say something complimentary about the fat cock that was a certain number of centimetres in front of him, he noticed that Eve had already got to sucking off Randy, and he was not going to be outdone by someone as manipulative and deceptive as the Diva Search Winner. His mouth quickly engulfed all of Punk's manhood, much to the latter's satisfaction.
The moment of pure bliss kicked in. Punk and Randy providing the only audible sounds in the entire backstage corridor as John and Eve had already got to work, inserting their respective man's dick as deep into their oral cavern as those caverns would allow them to.
The heads of Cena and Torres were quickly bobbing up and down the hard length of dick that they were sucking with lust and competitiveness simultaneously wrapping itself around the two stars' minds for the moment. Their focus had been to provide the Straight Edge Saviour or the Apex Predator (depending on who Cena and Eve were blowing) with a level of pleasure so high, that it would be near the realm of impossibility not to scream in pure joy.
"Hey Orton. How's your slut doing?" Punk had asked in a higher pitched tone of voice than usual as the precise moment when Cena's nose had collided with the Chicagoan's charcoal black pubic hairs for the first time in this strange, sexual encounter.
It took a while for Orton to respond. Not because of the pleasure he was in (even though it had still been immensely enjoyable for him to receive), but because his silence (no matter how long it would last) had been golden to many an employee who interacted with Randy for the past three to four years. "…She's good. She's much more of a cock slut than she makes out to be." Orton said with a shit-eating grin that had been as wide as Punk's. "How's Cena?"
"Just as much of a dick hungry whore as he was the last time. John sucks just as much in the ring as he does with big fat cocks." Punk said as Cena once again managed to accommodate the whole of the champion's shaft fully into his aroused mouth. Through quick, secret glances, he noticed that Eve also had managed to do the same to Orton as Cena was currently doing to him. Amazing was a word good enough to use to describe some of the talent in the WWE in terms of their blowjob skills.
And as time progressed, the Missourian and the Chicagoan could feel that the deceptive Diva and the resilient Superstar (respectively) had rarely accommodated less than the whole of their man's shafts past their lips and deep into their very talented oral passages. It was good enough to bring a small spark of temptation to both Punk and Randy that would want to make the both of them speak partial gibberish that was carefully wrapped in a tone of arousal during this immensely satisfactory blowjob session that was currently transpiring.
Whilst their sexual peaks would still take a long while to reach, Orton and Punk could feel it getting closer and closer than the second that previously passed by. Whilst they knew that they could last an impressive amount of time receiving the same treatment, the two main-eventers had other plans for Cena and Torres; plans that would be a lot more raunchy and enticing than just the blowjob they both had been getting.
Both the leaders of the Nexus and Legacy had stepped away from their respective cock suckers as the former duo laid on their backs, to which it would only be a short period of time before the latter duo were ripping off articles of clothing with no hesitation whatsoever and eagerly straddling themselves onto the waist of Punk (in Cena's case) and Orton (in Eve's case).
When Eve had felt Orton's manhood get swallowed up inside of her, she couldn't help herself but to give a lusting cry of satisfaction. She did take plenty of dicks inside her in past situations, everybody knew that; but Orton notably had a thicker girth than a majority of Eve's sexual conquests, thus producing the satisfactory sensation towards her yoni that got many a woman (and submissive homosexual men) going wild with pure arousal.
Cena had reacted similarly to Eve, but he didn't cry lustfully. He roared lustfully when he felt Punk enter his pink pucker. Even though Cena had a reputation for being a bottom amongst Superstars with authority, he had still regained the 'alpha-male' status that the leader of the CeNation had possessed for the past six to seven years. That alpha-male status certainly showed as not a single whorish moan or sluttish cry was audible in the entire corridor, and that was quite a good achievement taking into account the pure size of Punk's cock, which was just as thick and long, if not a tiny bit longer than Orton's cock.
Now it was more evident that anything that all four stars of the WWE had been clearly enjoying themselves, no matter what they say, how they act or what they think. Orton and Punk's quick, eager and simultaneously deep thrusts upwards into the holes of Torres and Cena (respectively) had the two howling in ecstasy so loud that it would put Justin Gabriel's reputation as a 'Cape Town Werewolf' to shame.
The muscular Superstar from Massachusetts was eagerly bouncing up and down the fat cock of CM Punk, who had been plunging upwards into Cena's hungry hole perfectly in rhythm. Words were pouring out of John's mouth to further fuel on Punk to fuck him even harder than he had before (which somehow managed to succeed) as he could feel his hole taking in a hard piece of Chicago man-meat rather snugly. Moments flew by, and when talk had essentially become cheap, the two locked lips in another passionate, wild moment filled with immense lust as the pace of the fucking had not slowed down in the slightest.
As for Eve, she was doing exactly the same actions that Cena was doing. Her lips had been attached to Orton's for the past minute or so. She rode him like she were a professional jockey and he was an elite-tier horse. Her body moved up and down exceedingly nimble as the back of her thighs frequently collided into Orton's muscular waist as she could feel him go deeper and deeper inside of her until he had delved balls deep inside of her cunt that was now in the midst of becoming soaking wet.
Their holes were getting pounded with a variety of different techniques. Soft, gentle, delicate had occasionally taken charge of both Orton and Punk's thrusts, but they were quickly phased out by relentless, dominating, brutally impactful thrusts that would leave Torres and Cena moaning endlessly, whorishly begging for more (which of course, they would).
Both the Chicagoan and the Missourian would thrust upwards and delve balls deep inside the holes that were more than willing to accommodate their thick girths. That as well as the Massachusett and the Coloradan bouncing down on their fat cocks had all four in the public corridor gain a completely new level of arousal and enticement. The fact that someone as powerful as a McMahon could just walk in on the quartet of WWE stars was a very dangerous game to play, but also an alluring one at that.
It was thrust after thrust, bounce after bounce, moan after moan, that the sexual peaks for all four in the corridor was stealthily drawing nearer and nearer to becoming a blissful yet simultaneously unwanted reality.
Eve's orgasm was the closest to transpiring. Her cunt getting hammered at a speed that was used by Orton so quick that even she, the universally-proclaimed Hoeski of the WWE hadn't experienced throughout her entire sex life. As a result, her yoni was in the process of surpassing the wetness of a waterfall.
The amount of yelling that the brunette Diva's lungs had been able to produce whilst getting fucked on an intense level by the Viper was astounding in itself, but what had been even more astounding was the fact that could feel herself loosen up just a slight bit; something that Eve's pussy hadn't done for years. That was the power that Orton's manhood wielded, and Eve was soon learning of this.
After a more than impressive amount of time spent banging Orton, Eve could feel a ginormous amount of waves flow through her entire body as his shaft kept on plunging deep into the right places. Her fingers weren't even needed as she could feel herself begin to climax on his large shaft that continued to thrust upwards into her flooding wetness.
Once Eve could feel Randy's pistoning dick begin to slow down, she began to stand up and move away from the fat cock that had spurted an impressive amount of jizz inside of her slightly loosened snatch, which had droplets of jizz trickling down the Coloradan's thighs and onto the floor.
"So, I'm sure you guys could tell that I'm not a Hoeski. Am I right or am I right?" Eve said. A shit-eating grin appeared on her beautiful yet vindictive face, looking directly at Orton, Punk and Cena. The sweet and friendly look that usually showed in her facial expressions was now replaced by a look that oozed sultriness and lust. Considering the latter two were too busy in their intense session of intercourse to pay any attention towards the attention-seeking Diva, that just left Orton as the sole piece of prey that Eve's attention would stalk predatorily.
Orton could sense this, and he in turn looked directly at the man-using WWE Diva with sternness visible everywhere on his face (his eyes in particular). "Which slut are you again? You can get out of here now."
The look on Eve's face, to steal vocabulary from Ted DiBiase, was priceless. Her face morphed from lust into anger in less than five seconds. In addition to the vehement anger that Eve was beginning to feel, she also felt a little flustered that Orton had embarrassed her with twelve words, which certainly showed on her cheeks that now became a visible shade of bright pink. "I am not a sl-"
"I don't care what you are or aren't." Eve had been interrupted by Randy, and normally the former would stand up for herself in situations like these, but with Orton's presence, she couldn't help but feel a little…apprehensive around him. Especially when Orton had that stern, deadly look on his face. "You either get out of here, or I can give you an RKO right here and show everyone that passes by your slutty body. The choice is yours."
Eve wasn't taking any risks. She knew about Randy's anger issues, and the stories she heard about Divas (mainly those from the Diva Search) who had irked Randy were very disturbing to listen to. With nothing more than a huff and a puff, Eve grabbed her clothes from the floor and left the corridor, not wanting to be on the end of a nimble RKO.
As Orton heard Eve's feet stomp on the ground less and less, his focus towards her had diminished more and more until there had literally been no more left. His head then tilted to the side to see that CM Punk was still pounding John Cena with hard and deep thrusts. Something that was far more alluring than viewing anal sex on a cheap porn channel.
The way that Punk's scrotum had frequently crashed into Cena's posterior was more than just enticing. The way that Cena's moans had exuded nothing but pure delight that had a hint of whorishness was more than just alluring. The way that Punk would thrust upwards at a speed so impeccable it was hard to catch up with Punk's movements was more than just appealing. This was passion and nothing but raw, unmitigated passion, and they both loved every fucking second of it.
Orton's eyes would be at a loss on who specifically to look at. Punk was thrusting exactly like a jackhammer into Cena's stretched back passage, while the leader of the CeNation had been riding Punk's big fat cock like this was something that he had over twenty years experience in. Both Punk and Cena had put on a show that was too immense to convert into words.
A strong majority of Punk's focus was still on giving Cena the most intense session of ass-fucking that the latter could ever possibly hope for, but out of the corner of his eye, Punk noticed a naked Randy Orton just laying there, stroking his now flaccid manhood on his own. The Chicagoan shortly debated with himself whether he should discreet or indiscreet when signalling for the Viper to come over and remove his loneliness (even if it would be temporarily). After completing the ephemeral debate with himself, the outcome was now clear to him.
"Orton! Get your ass over here and shove that cock into Cena's snatch!" Punk smirked. Obviously being indiscreet was the path that he would travel on this occasion. The WWE Champion did notice the raised eyebrow he got from Cena, who's moaning was still loud, albeit slightly becoming quieter when he had realised that Punk called his back passage a 'snatch'.
"Oh don't give me that look Cena. Thanks to Dwayne, everyone knows you have lady parts." The shit-eating grin on his rugged face had grown in a decuple amount when he witnessed the lustful glare Cena gave him, which quickly transformed into a look of shock when he had felt Orton slide his member into the former's already stuffed hole.
Cena's mouth was about to open in protest to what Punk had just said, but his train of thought had immediately stopped when he felt the shattering effects of having two cocks inside of him at once. Cena knew that his hole was about to suffer dearly for what would soon transpire, and tried to think happy thoughts to take himself away from the world of pain he was already feeling, even if it was for a quick second…the only problem was that he couldn't.
Cena's mind had purely focussed on the anguish that his back passage was facing, and that anguish increased tenfold when he felt both Punk and Randy delve their rock hard dicks deeper into Cena's aching pucker.
The pinnacle of pain in which Cena had no choice but to endure was when he could feel the thickness of the two cocks inside of his ass plunging in as deep as they could possibly could go. It was just pure agony, and that was clearly expressed by the yells of pain Cena was exuding, but the Massachusett had begun to tell himself that the pain would soon fade away and get replaced by pleasure.
This didn't happen as time passed (rather slowly in Cena's opinion), however. Of course, Punk and Orton were having a far more enjoyable time, thrusting their large dicks in and out of Cena's hole, which stretched dramatically having to accommodate two extremely thick shafts.
Deeper, deeper and deeper the two horny men went, hammering away at the expanding pucker until they managed to hit that special spot.
Cena's yells continued, but the tone of them had changed dramatically. No more pain was evident in his voice, but only pleasure. Only pleasure had allowed itself to escape Cena's lips and into the already lustful atmosphere.
His yells were not of torture and suffering, but of satisfaction and bliss. What Cena didn't want a matter of seconds ago was now something he couldn't get enough of. Cena's mind had been warped from a place of pain, suffering, anguish and horror into a utopia of joy, delight, lust and arousal.
It was weird, to say the very least, but at this present moment of time, Cena didn't give a single shit. All he wanted was more, and he would have no problem demanding it.
But that was when it soon stopped. Punk had stopped thrusting his throbbing shaft, and soon after that, Cena noticed that Orton too was not plunging into his loosened hole.
"Nuh-uh-uh Cena." Punk said in a rather cocky manner. The Chicagoan's smirk made Cena want to bust his nose open, but at the same time, give Punk one of the most passionate kisses the two will have ever experienced. "If you want these dicks, then you have to beg for them. You've got to beg for these dicks to pound that pussy of yours."
And now Cena solely wanted to bust Punk's nose open. The lust was diminishing slowly and slowly, but the Massachusett could still vividly remember the vast quantity of pleasure that had taken over his body when Punk and Orton had repeatedly thrusted into his prostate. What he would do to get that feeling back was immeasurable, but would Cena really be willing to risk his masculinity in a male-dominated sport just to admit to the two other main-eventers of his dark, slutty personality?
"Come on Cena…"
"…" Cena was purely silent for this moment. His thoughts would determine his masculinity to not only Punk and Orton, but potentially the other WWE employees, and perhaps even the fans. It was certainly an important decision to make, but Cena eventually found a suitable answer…at least it had been suitable in his mind. "Fine."
"Fine, what?"
"Fuck me."
"Where Cena?"
"You damn well know where Punk!"
"You mean your mouth?"
"No."
"Your hand?"
"No."
"Don't tell me you want it in the belly button-"
"For fuck's sake man!" Cena interrupted. This was one of the rarities that Cena would lose his temper, but thankfully it was only short and temporary. "Fuck me in my fucking wet pussy! You happy now?"
"Very much so." This time the words came from Orton rather than Punk. Nonetheless, the two younger hunks would go back to pounding his hole like it had belonged to a promiscuous hooker, and Cena had went back to moaning like a promiscuous hooker drowned in sexual satisfaction.
The two dicks would repeatedly stab at the older Superstar's prostate, making all three Superstars in the public corridor moan and groan with nothing but pure bliss.
Sweat began to form on Punk and Orton's foreheads (mainly the latter) as they fucked Cena with as much intensity as they could bring to the current situation at hand. By the time a minute had passed, the sweat passed from both man's foreheads and trickled down onto either their chests (in Punk's case) or on Cena's lower back (in Orton's case).
The hard, rapid thrusts would eventually take a toll on Punk and Randy's shafts, where both would soon begin to throb like mad in the stretching pink hole they were both plunging deep into like there was no tomorrow, whilst Cena's shaft also began to throb as he quickly wrapped his hand around his thick shaft and jerked it off at an exceedingly quick pace.
Words were irrelevant to the subject at hand, and there was not a single use of vocabulary that could justify just how amazing and fantastic the steamy threesome was; particularly for the native of Massachusetts, as his face was contorted with a surreal amount of delight as his hole got looser and looser by the second.
Another minute passed, but this time the throbbing would soon come to a stop. The trio of Superstars had all came approximately at the same time, shooting a mammoth amount of semen inside Cena's wrecked hole or on Punk's abdomen. Once their final loads had shot out of each man's dick, they all slumped forward (minus Punk, who still lay on the ground) to form a distortedly shaped sandwich, with Cena as the filling.
All three men were now catching their breaths, gaining back the energy in which they had lost to the atmosphere during that intense threesome (and foursome, when Eve was with them) for roughly a minute, possibly two.
"Cena…" Punk said raggedly.
"…Yes?" Cena asked in an equally ragged tone.
"…You've got birth control, right?"
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I actually don't think I've done a bad job with this chapter. This probably is the first time I've ventured into a strictly male/male/male threesome though within the past nineteen or so chapters!
Anyways, I seriously hoped you enjoyed the chapter, and here's some others that are coming your way:
~ Alberto Del Rio (Top)/Rosa Mendes (Bottom)/Sin Cara (Bottom) (Requested by Champion Kitty)
~ Alex Riley (Versatile)/The Miz (Versatile)/Trish Stratus (Bottom) (Requested by myself)
~ Alex Riley (Versatile)/Eve Torres (Bottom)/Justin Gabriel (Versatile)/Kaitlyn (Bottom)/Layla (Bottom)/Natalya (Bottom)/Tyson Kidd (Versatile)/Zack Ryder (Versatile) (Requested by myself)
And now this is where your reviews shall be taken (hopefully there won't be too many to deal with at once). Now the only thing is I will be judging to see if they appeal to me. Chances are I probably will be appealed by it, but just to be on the safe side, I can't guarantee that your request will be featured, but send them in to me so we can find out!