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Day of Event - February 17th 2013 (Day of Elimination Chamber)
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"So…what exactly are we supposed to do when we get to Punk's?"
"That's for him to know, and for you to find out."
"You don't even know, do you?"
"Shut up."
"You're bloody nice." Paige smirked. "Haven't changed much from the Indies, huh Moxley?"
"You going to keep on calling me that Britani? I go by Dean Ambrose now, in case you haven't realised."
"My bad. Must've spent too much time fucking your slut of a member in his arse."
"You're lucky you're from the Indies."
"That's an empty threat if I ever saw one."
"Are you going to yap when you get in Punk's locker room?"
"Depends on if he annoys me."
"Not the answer I was looking for." Dean stated, just before he and Paige arrived at Punk's locker room. Once the duo did get there, he knocked on the door that would soon be opened.
Paige wasn't expecting to see such a display on show. Punk was fully nude and stroking his cock. The piercing on top glistened when she blatantly gazed at it.
"You like what you see?" Punk smirked his darned attractive smirk. His hands majestically worked his entire length, enticing Dean and Paige almost immediately.
"It's not bad." Paige smirked.
"So you're actually complementing someone, huh? Isn't that a first for you?" Punk smirked back.
"I complement people…they just have to earn those compliments."
"How about you take those clothes off and earn yourself some of my cum?"
"You're bloody awful when you try to make things seem sexy." Paige shook her head with a disappointed sigh, but she stripped nonetheless. Dean did too, but only so he wasn't the odd one out. He didn't like being the odd one out when it came down to clothing (or lack thereof), as evident from the Shield's uniform.
"Good. I wasn't trying to be sexy. I was trying to make sure you get the hint."
"How dumb do you think I am? That's a hint Kelly Kelly could manage to get." Nonetheless, the ravenette did as she was told. Sinking to her knees, Paige would engulf the member on show, much to Punk's satisfaction. He wasn't fully satisfied, however, once he remembered Dean stood in the room with them.
"Aren't you going to help her?" Punk would ask, and Dean got the hint just as quickly as Paige had done. He too sunk to his knees, and they both would eventually share the entire length to themselves.
Ambrose would coat one side in saliva, whilst Paige coated the other side. The latter of the duo would occasionally slide past Punk's shiny metal piercing. It was a nice feeling for her. Paige did like piercings. A titbit of information to the masses of Paige fans that may go a long way (depending on how interested the fan was in her).
A titbit of information to the masses of Ambrose fans out there was that he liked it rough and nasty. Not exactly a shocking piece of information, but still information nevertheless.
Dean's teeth scraped against the flesh of his superior. Punk was just lucky that those pearly whites wouldn't clash against his piercing, otherwise he'd be in a whole world of pain heading into his title match with Dwayne less than fifteen minutes away.
Oh time…how it was a current enemy of Punk's. Having to experience a mind-shattering ejaculation plus squeezing in a few last minute training regimes within fifteen minutes was not an easy task for anybody to handle. Not even Punk.
"Get off! Get off!" Punk bellowed. Dean was slightly anxious that he had hurt his leader, but relieved to hear that it was only to express his yearn for a new position, and he had just the one in mind.
After listening to instructions spill out of his oral hole, Paige slowly straddled Punk's waist, and felt his bulbous head quickly enter her rose bud. She would moan in delight as his thick girth made itself known inside her wet pussy.
After listening to instructions spill out of his oral hole, Dean did as Punk demanded. His tongue swiftly slapped each testicle of the Chicagoan. Occasionally his teeth were used, but he knew that would only heighten the pleasure for Punk. After sharing previous experiences together in independent promotions, they learned more about each other. One of the things that really managed to make these two more than just good acquaintances was the fact that they both had an immense love for rough sex.
Punk was just left to deal with the heavenly bliss that the two fellow Indy stars were offering to him. Paige's pussy and Dean's oral area were a perfect combination. It was sweet, yet rough. It was passionate, yet wild. It was filled with juxtapositions that increased the arousal and desire that Punk felt for the two individuals (other than himself) in his locker room.
The allegiance of time seemed to change yet again for Punk. Shifting from ally to foe to ally yet again, Punk wasn't quite sure what to make of the amount of time he had left. He was nearing an orgasm of epic proportions (just as he desired), but would time make Punk change his opinion for a fourth time? Surely not. Surely not when he was so close to releasing deep inside Paige's young pussy (he hoped she was on birth control, or she would have to deal with one moody little brat to raise for the rest of her life).
Her talented bounces and Dean's rough methods were quickly thinning out the wait for his grand release, and grand was what it would be. When he could feel her g-spot, it was the end. Punk let out an almighty roar that could be heard across the building as he spilled his seed inside the wet cunt which also consisted of Paige's juices gushing out of her and onto the cock that continually plunged inside her. It was fundamentally a much shorter version of the domino effect.
Once Paige was satisfied, she hopped off of Punk and got herself dressed…only Punk wasn't as supportive.
"And what do you think you're doing?"
"Stroking the pope's back. What does it fucking look like?"
"You aren't getting dressed just yet…unless you can't handle round two."
Paige considered it for a moment. "…Nah. Couldn't handle all the boredom." And that was her reply. She quickly put her articles of clothing back on before making a beeline out of Punk's locker room. The challenger to the WWE Championship sighed in disappointment, before looking at Dean.
"You know…she seems like such a good addition. Just need to tame the bitch's attitude a little and she'll be perfect."
"Want me to do that now, Brooks?"
"I'll be alright Moxley. Just stay naked, and wait for me to come back."
"Why? What am I supposed to do until then?"
"I'm sure you'll figure something out. Just don't use any razors or knives."
That was one idea scratched out of Dean's head. "Very well."
The conversation ended there, given that Punk was now dressed in his gear and ready to compete. He leaned over and gave Ambrose one final kiss on the lips (although tongues and teeth did come into play during said kiss). It would be considered a good luck kiss by most people…but neither Punk nor Ambrose could be considered most people. It was just a kiss that meant nothing aside from quenching a fraction of their heightening lust.
"Once I win the title, make sure to gain use of some toys. My hole could use it." Punk stated nonchalantly, before he left the room, leaving Ambrose all by himself…
…At least Ambrose couldn't be held responsible for his actions.
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Welp, this was supposed to be a quickie, and that was what it was. Hopefully next chapter will be longer…who knows?*shrug*
Anyway, here's what's coming your way next:
~ CM Punk (Versatile)/Layla (Bottom)/The Rock (Versatile) (Requested by NateAKAMiniPunk)
~ Daniel Bryan (Bottom)/Justin Gabriel (Versatile)/Sheamus (Top)/Tamina Snuka (Top)/Tyson Kidd (Versatile) (Requested by KJ-Slashbug)
~ Alicia Fox (Versatile)/Justin Gabriel (Bottom)/Wade Barrett (Top) (Requested by miss wizard of oz)
~ Corey Graves (Top)/Jake Carter (Bottom)/Summer Rae (Versatile) (Requested by Enchanting Disaster)
~ AJ Lee (Versatile)/Daniel Bryan (Bottom)/Dolph Ziggler (Top) (Requested by MissConfused17)
~ Audrey Marie (Bottom)/Brad Maddox (Versatile)/Ted DiBiase (Top) (Requested by SEanimal)
~ Alberto Del Rio (Top)/Cody Rhodes (Versatile)/Kaitlyn (Bottom) (Requested by me)
~ Alex Riley (Bottom)/Cameron (Versatile)/Tensai (Top) (Requested by me)
As you can see, I've got a LOT of requests for now, so for the time being, no more requests will be accepted. Thank y'all.