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Day of Event - April 3rd 2011 (Day of WrestleMania 27)
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Tonight had been the pinnacle of captivation in the fine history of wrestling. The viewers had been in their millions, some of them gathering together to watch the most intriguing PPV of the entire year that wrestling had to offer. All the intense storylines would reach their dramatic peak tonight, and none had been more so than the storyline that involved The Miz and John Cena.
Through Alex Riley, The Rock and others, John Cena certainly had a large predicament to endure as the Road to WrestleMania had been in full swing, and even at the night of WrestleMania, his efforts had been thwarted by Alex, The Rock and most of all, his opponent for the night; The Miz.
Speaking of the WWE Champion, he and his protégé had walked through multiple backstage corridors, exchanging whispers with each other that had exuded nothing but arrogance and egotism as both Miz and Alex wore smirks as wide as they could possibly go.
"You did a great job out there boss! You showed those little kids why Cena sucks just as much in the ring as he does with a bunch of horny Superstars." Alex said with a smirk that was almost as narcissistic as his mentor's. Alex had looked up to Miz as an inspiration, and that certainly reflected in the former's behaviour within the past number of months. Sure Alex was no innocent angel in terms of personality, but he had been a lot less ego-centric when he wasn't associated with The Miz, and that had been blatant to all of the WWE employees.
"You say that as if you expected anything less, Alex. You see, whether they want to admit it or not, everybody knows that The Miz is…awesome!" Miz said; his classic smirk visible enough for his rookie to see from a long, long distance away.
And so their conversation had continued from there, predominantly talking about how 'awesome' The Miz was, until a graceful, feminine voice made itself known to the duo.
"Excuse me! Miz!" The owner of that graceful, feminine voice was unmistakable. Miz and Alex quickly cocked their heads to see that it had been none other than seven time Women's Champion, Trish Stratus, come into their view. She jogged towards the two Superstars (but The Miz more so than Alex) until she was at a close enough distance to generate a good amount of conversation with them.
"What is it? Can't you see that The Miz is busy with important stuff to deal with?" Alex said, as his smirk quickly morphed into a scowl directed towards the Canadian brunette, until he unexpectedly got punched in the arm by his mentor. The punch had been deliberately soft, but it was still sudden to Alex nonetheless.
"Alex! Do you know who this is? This is Trish Stratus! Wrestling royalty! The best damn Canadian to ever grace the WWE! Treat her with some respect." Miz said with a scolding tone, before his eyes switched focus from Riley to Stratus. "I'm so sorry for what my rookie did Trish. How are you? Are you okay?"
Trish couldn't help but to let out a giggle at the interaction between the two Superstars. It was cute, and something that she hadn't seen since the time that Billy and Chuck had been 'together'. However, Trish gradually changed from playful to stern (yet still maintaining some playfulness in the process) when the giggle had begun to die down. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. You were John Morrison's tag partner, weren't you?"
"Ugh. Don't remind me." Miz groaned. The memories of his tag-team days with John Morrison had not been positive ones to say the least. "But why are you concerned with him, of all people?"
"Well I'm not sure if you saw this, but he gave me the cold shoulder after me, him and Snooki beat LayCool and Dolph. It just seems so uncharacteristic of him, and I was wondering if you could help me to understand why he'd do that?"
"…Really? Really Trish? You really want me to actually explain something like that to you?" Having to think about his former tag team partner had been abysmal enough, but to actually have to talk about him to Trish, in front of his current tag team partner and rookie, was abysmal on a whole different scale. The Miz exposed his traditional unimpressed to look at Trish, mentally questioning her poor choice of decent conversation topics.
"Well if I wasn't curious, I wouldn't have asked you. If you're getting annoyed, I could always go elsewhere…" Trish said with a voice of pure innocence. She batted her lashes towards Miz's direction, as he was a more decent person to interact with than Melina had been.
"And ask who? Melina? Would you rather talk to that bitch or me?" Miz smirked. He knew in his mind the answer that Trish would spit out, but to feed his forever expanding ego, he would rather hear it come out of Trish's mouth.
"You, obviously. You know that me and Melina had our problems." Trish said. However, it wasn't specifically Trish that Melina had 'problems' with; most of the Divas who worked with her (mostly Candice Michelle, Brooke Adams and Mickie James) had also experienced difficulty with the Californian. "But getting back to my question. Why do you think Morrison's been so funny towards me lately?"
"We literally just talked about her. It's Melina. Melina's been the reason that Morrison's been such a pussy-whipped bitch to you lately." The smirk on the face of the Ohioan was still visible, despite Trish raising an eyebrow in response to what Miz had just told her. "Oh come on Trish! Even you must've known that Morrison's pussy-whipped."
"…Good point." Trish said. Albeit all the thinking Trish could do, she couldn't formulate a decent response to the Ohioan. He had raised a perfect point. "How can I get back at him?"
"Well Morrison always talked about wanting to bang you whenever Melina wasn't around when we were a team, and you have two hot studs wanting to help you get back at Morrison…" Miz said. A smirk went as wide as it could possibly go on the face of the increasingly horny Ohioan, as he winked to his young protégé.
Trish noticed the tone in Miz's voice as well as the perverted smirk that was present on his face and also the secretive wink he gave to Riley. From her six year tenure in the WWE, Trish was all too familiar with the signs that Miz was showing her. She knew how aroused men worked, and at this moment in time, The Miz was definitely an aroused man. "Miz! Are you trying to imply what I think you're trying to imply?"
"Why don't you get on your knees and find out?" Miz said. Without uttering a single sound from his mouth, the WWE Champion had told Alex to scoot up closer to him, which is exactly what Riley had done. Within a number of seconds, Alex and Miz were separated by the smallest layer of air that struggled to breeze past them.
Upon seeing this, Stratus was now one hundred percent sure of what The Miz was trying to imply earlier. He wanted to fuck her, and perhaps he wanted Alex to get involved too. Although this wasn't exactly what the experienced Canadian had in mind, this would hopefully be a good comeback to the cold shoulder that Morrison had gave to her less than an hour ago. She slowly sank to her knees, as she quickly spotted the grins on the faces of Miz and Alex that made them look like the luckiest duo of horny schoolboys on the planet.
"I take it you guys want me to give you each a dose of Stratusfaction, huh?" Trish said with a smile. If she was going to be on the receiving end of a sexual experience from two younger hunks, she may as well have fun whilst getting banged into tomorrow.
"You bet your sweet Canadian ass we do!" This time Alex had been the one speaking, rather than his boss. The Miz glared at Alex for a couple of seconds, before his ephemeral anger had been replaced with a substantially larger quantity of lust and arousal.
The Miz stared deeply into Alex's eyes, before three words that had been filled with nothing but enticement had poured from his mouth into the already sexually alluring atmosphere. "Shut up Alex." After that, The Miz did what Trish wouldn't have expected in a million years: Kiss Alex Riley.
The scene was a world of lust for the brunette Diva. Despite working in a male-dominated company for a number of years, Trish had never witnessed any male-on-male action without a computer screen in her entire life. As Miz and Alex engaged in a passionate lip-lock, all Trish could think about was how guys kissing in real life had been significantly hotter than watching guys kiss on a computer or TV screen.
This display of a hot man-on-man encounter had stimulated the legendary Diva to delve past the wrestling trunks of both Alex and The Miz, so she could grab hold of their thick shafts (going commando in the WWE had always been a good thing, especially for moments like these) and jerk them with both of her skilled palms.
The delicate palms of Trish gracefully travelling up and down the two thick cocks in front of her had produced muffled moans of joy from Alex and Miz, as they continued to play their passionate game of tonsil tennis whilst their tongues for dominance.
As her hands continued to stroke up and down the rapidly hardening dicks of the WWE Champion and his rookie, Trish's curiosity eventually became too much for her to handle. She didn't just want to stroke their member. She wanted to look at it; suck on it; ride it; perhaps even allow it to eventually explode inside of her. Normally Trish wasn't the 'spoiled' girl around a hot man or two, but in this case, what Trish wanted…Trish got.
She quickly pulled down the waistbands of the two wrestling trunks that had belonged to Miz and Riley. It quickly dropped down to their ankles, exposing the hard shafts of the duo.
Trish couldn't help but to observe that whilst The Miz didn't have that long a dick, it was made up for with it's more than impressive width. Alex had been the polar opposite; his cock wasn't very thick, but it was longer than most of the men that Trish had been with. Two very differently sized dicks that if used well together, could both provide a woman with extreme doses of satisfaction.
The two men had continued with their intense make-out session. Contrary to popular belief, the Ohioan and the Washingtonian had never provided as much contact with each other as they had now. Sure they had hugged frequently, but it was more a masculine hug that exuded no romantic feelings rather than an embrace that had been filled with desire.
Their hands hadn't done any exploring to the other's body for the moment being. All that this period of time would provide for the two aroused studs was a long, ardent kiss. Nothing more, nothing less.
This significant display of homoeroticism had gotten Trish aroused to a level that had remain untouched until now. Never before had she received the privilege of seeing such a showcase of lust and desire from two fellow Superstars. She was lucky to see Test and Albert hug in the backstage locker room when the cameras were turned off, let alone seeing two hot young studs intentionally make-out just because they had felt raw desire.
As the hard, bronzed shafts in the experienced Canadian's hands stood proudly at attention, with the mushroom heads glistening with the smallest quantity of pre-cum that escaped from the piss-slit, Trish slowly began to flick her tongue against the crimson tips of the two cocks in front of her.
The combination of the taste of the shaft and the pre-cum that oozed from it had been alluringly divine. The secret inner whore in Trish was in total glee at the current situation at hand, but the less slutty side to her was more focussed on getting more of a taste from the two delicious cocks of Miz and Riley.
Speaking of the two, their lips finally separated from each other, as they took the time to absorb in all the bliss that Trish's tongue was providing. There was good reason that Trish had such a legendary reputation behind the scenes amongst Superstars and even a quantity of Divas for more than just her wrestling talent, and the two Superstars who stood in front of her were learning quickly and precisely about it.
After her tongue had quickly arose immense sexual desire from the two extremely horny Superstars, Trish went in for the kill. Her mouth quickly engulfed the long length of Alex before leaving the shaft with her saliva to remain as hard as a rock against the calm wind as she then engulfed the thick girth of Miz's cock for a few moments, savouring the flavour before spitting it out and repeating her actions.
This continued for quite a whole until The Miz and Alex had cocks that were beginning to feel their impending climax approach. The former of the two men had spoken up, demanding for change of positions, much to the intrigue of the brunette bombshell.
She asked him what he had in mind, but instead of verbally expressing his ideas to her, he simply laid down, before he began to speak up.
"I want you to sit on my face, so I can get a taste of that sweet Canadian pussy." Miz said with a perverted grin, before shifting his focus to his protégé whilst maintaining the perverted grin that had been plastered on his face. "Alex, you can ride me. I know you've always wanted to."
And as expected, Alex had eagerly and quickly followed the command of his superior. He had straddled Miz's waist quicker than Trish could say 'Stratusfaction', and the Washingtonian's hole was hovering over the Ohioan's erection for a short second before the hole had hungrily swallowed up the erection, much to the delight of Alex which had evidently been shown by his lust-filled moans.
Alex couldn't help but to shudder at the significantly high amount of bliss Alex had felt. Despite being an anal virgin, keeping his hole strictly off-access to all who weren't The Miz, Alex had felt no pain as his pro's cock entered inside of him. It helped dramatically that Miz didn't have that long a shaft, but the thickness of it was what really drove Alex wild.
The rookie of The Miz couldn't help but to compliment how big the WWE Champion was, both in length and width, which had caused Trish to raise her eyebrow towards the younger stud as she carefully straddled the face of the reality TV star.
She was bewildered at the direct compliments that the protégé had given to his mentor. Was he unsure of the length of a decently sized penis? Had he never seen a man in the nude before? Trish was quickly getting distracted from the steamy session of sex that was about to occur as her brain focussed more on what Alex had said…at least, until she heard a false cough come from underneath her.
She had forgotten almost entirely about The Miz, the man who she was about to allow to receive a highly wanted taste of her yoni. Trish didn't want to keep the Superstar waiting for much longer, seeing as how he had clearly expressed his request to explore deeply into her vaginal realms with his eager tongue.
She finally straddled his face, her legs were spread as wide as possible, giving the pussy-craving Superstar a chance to lick away at the exquisite cunt like it had been one of his favourite flavours of ice cream.
Now the hot threesome was truly underway. Alex already began to ride The Miz like the former was a professional to this type of activity, while Trish had already begun to feel satisfaction of an impressive level as the champion was lustfully devouring her sweet pussy.
Both the American and the Canadian were moaning rather loudly (the former at a far higher volume and with more whorishness than the latter) as Miz had simultaneously penetrated their eager holes with his dick and tongue, respectively.
The derriere of Riley began to ride his pro's dick quicker and quicker each time he could feel the whole of it enter his slightly stretching hole, until it got to a point where Alex was gyrating his body like a porn starlet, accommodating the entire manhood of his pro enter him with a speed that was nothing but impeccable to the naked eye.
Trish, meanwhile, was in the midst of becoming as wet as a waterfall solely due to the very talented tongue of the orally skilled Superstar who had luckily defended his title against John Cena just hours ago. Miz's tongue delved as deep as it could possibly go into the delicious snatch of the legendary Diva, making sure that he collected every drop of juice that fell onto his tongue.
Alex continued to bounce as quick on Miz's cock as he could possibly bounce. With each movement of Alex's body, he could feel The Miz's cock throb more and more. The younger man wasn't an expert in the fine art of intercourse, but even he could tell that a throbbing shaft was the indication of an ejaculation occurring in the near future.
Sure enough, the rookie was indeed correct. Through nothing aside from a mere muffled moan, the indication of an orgasm may have been weak, but the climax itself had been anything but. A substantially high amount of cum had shot from the older man's piss-slit into his apprentice's stretched backside, as the latter was milking every ounce of the former's cum that surged inside.
Moments passed, and after Alex was certain that every little drop of cum that originated from his pro was now inside of him, the jock had stood up so that the manhood of his superior was once again getting brushed by the tranquil air.
After a moment of doing nothing aside from giving muffled moans that vibrated into the Canadian cunt of Trish Stratus, The Miz had swirled his tongue inside the wet snatch of the legendary in circular motions for less than thirty seconds before he slowly moved himself away from the owner of the Stratusfaction.
Trish felt a little isolated for the moment being. Miz and Alex were giving each other looks of lust, quickly talking and agreeing on their next position in the threesome without even taking a miniscule glance at the experienced Diva. Trish had just remained in the position she was in last, virtually bewildered as the boys had seemed to be doing their own thing.
In what had felt like an eternity, Trish had eventually felt something delve inside her wetness. She looked downwards to see that The Miz had returned once again to hungrily licking her moist yoni.
The seven time Women's Champion still had that special charm she's possessed since her first day in the WWE back in 2000, and it evidently showed as The Miz couldn't stop plunging his tongue inside the Canadian's pink pussy, even if Alex had used all his force to try and drag his mentor away.
Speaking of the most inexperienced wrestler of the trio, he was positioning himself behind The Miz, before he would literally ram his cock inside the snug hole of his mentor, garnering muffled moans of instant joy from the champion.
Alex was doing what his superior had told him to do, and that was to pound his hole with as much intensity as possible. The cheeks of the Ohioan were already jiggling at such an early stage, but that had only fuelled Alex further into hammering Miz's hole with even more power and speed.
With this, the WWE Champion is almost purring at the blissful thrusts that reach his prostate. Words could not possibly describe just how much ecstasy The Miz was. He was bottoming out (which was something that he enjoyed with a passion, although there was no way he would admit it in public) to his most trusted ally. Screw Morrison and Big Show; Alex was someone who The Miz really could trust.
In fact, ever since giving his hole temporarily to the younger hunk, The Miz's enjoyment in this threesome had increased tenfold (as did Riley and Trish's enjoyment). Moans were still audible but now to an exceedingly higher volume than before.
Trish could feel that she was about to explode in any given minute. Miz wasn't the first Superstar to perform cunnilingus on her, but he was easily one of the best she's ever had. The way his tongue would twirl in circular motions at a rapid pace deep inside of her was enough to take her breath away.
Her special spot was repeatedly getting thrusted into, and it was only a matter time before that would lead to the transpiration of her orgasm, and an almighty one at that. Her juices were gushing out of her, and onto the face of the man who still continued to dart his tongue tantalisingly inside her most intimate body part.
Gradually, once all of the Canadian's juices spilled onto his face, Miz gave the brunette bombshell one final lick before he moved his face backwards so he could show the legendary Diva her cum covering large chunks of his facial features.
It was a little embarrassing to think that she had gushed that much, but she certainly did enjoy her experience with Miz, and it was something that she wouldn't take back, not for all the tea in China.
Trish was not the only one who was taking pleasure from this sexual experience. Alex had also reaped in enough delight to last for the rest of his life. Getting to pound his mentor's hole had occurred less than rarely. The jock could only remember one time he was on the giving end of anal sex while Miz was on the receiving end during the former's tenure in the WWE, and that was on Alex's very first night on NXT.
Alex placed both of his large hands on each side of Miz's waist to speed up his thrusts into the latter's somewhat loosening hole. This would certainly be something that Alex would remember for a long time to come, so he deliberately plunged in and out at speeds as rapid as he could get in order to produce better memories for the future.
One advantage of having Miz to himself (at the moment, considering they were having sex whilst Trish watched them with eager eyes) was that Alex would be shown more attention by the reality TV star. What Miz couldn't do whilst attached to Stratus' yoni, he could do now that his mouth had room to talk in fluent English. Miz had begged and begged for more, to which he would receive more.
The scene between Alex and Miz was one of pure passion, total lust and raw desire for each other. This was a scene between any two male wrestlers that remained unwatched by Trish until after the occurrence of WrestleMania 27.
That scene, however, would soon draw to a close.
Alex couldn't help it. Powerful thrust after powerful thrust had lead to an ejaculation that was equally as strong. His sperm had surged inside his superior's baby pink asshole, eventually leading it to partially become white from all the cum that trickled past the puckered hole once Alex had stepped back.
His eyes now viewed his piece of work. To the Washingtonian, watching his jizz trickle from Miz's ass onto the floor was like viewing a fine piece of art; both had been intriguing enough to acknowledge, and too captivating to take his eyes off.
WrestleMania was the grandest spectacle of sports entertainment, and tonight had been the grandest spectacle of the sex lives of Trish Stratus, Alex Riley, and The Miz.
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First of all, sorry for how late this chapter is! :( Hopefully this chapter was worth it though.
Anyways, aside from lateness, I seriously hoped you enjoyed the chapter, and here's some others that are coming your way:
~ Audrey Marie (Bottom)/Drew McIntyre (Versatile)/Heath Slater (Top)/Jinder Mahal (Versatile)/Paige (Bottom), Alicia Fox (Bottom)/John Cena (Versatile)/Randy Orton (Top)/Sheamus (Top), AJ (Bottom)/Cody Rhodes (Bottom)/Damien Sandow (Top) and ? (Bottom)/Daniel Bryan (Bottom)/Kane (Top) (Requested by myself)
~ AJ (Bottom)/Damien Sandow (Top)/Daniel Bryan (Bottom) (Requested by phoenix360)
~ Justin Gabriel (Top)/Paige (Bottom)/Tyson Kidd (Versatile) (Requested by KJ-Slashbug)
~ AJ (Bottom)/John Cena (Versatile)/CM Punk (Top) (Requested by waldron82)
~ AJ (Bottom)/Tyson Kidd (Versatile)/Zack Ryder (Versatile) (Requested by NateWWE)
~ Drew McIntyre (Top)/Paige (Bottom)/Trent Barreta (Bottom) (Requested by Dashique)
~ Alex Riley (Top)/Dolph Ziggler (Versatile)/Eve Torres (Versatile)/Kaitlyn (Bottom) (Requested by .75)
~ CM Punk (Top)/Daniel Bryan (Versatile)/John Cena (Bottom)/Layla (Versatile) (Requested by onehundredpercent)
So I decided to change one of my requests to make a Halloween special, since it is right around the corner ^_^