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Day of Event - April 19th 2013
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Rosa was furious. She was boiling. Her infamous Latina temper was showing. She had the perfect reason to feel such a high level of anger. Not only did her team lose to Natalya's team earlier on in the night, but Epico, the man who got pinned in the match, was giving Rosa attitude. Rosa almost felt the need to disown him, but Primo was trying valiantly to convince Rosa otherwise.
"Mami! We'll get Nattie and Khali and the little midget back. There's no need to worry. Everything will be alright." Primo put on a smile, but Rosa saw right through it. She knew Primo was worried. She knew Primo was scared. She knew Primo was scared by her temper. So he should have been.
"Por supuesto que lo es! No soy estúpido, estúpido! Natalya y su montón de perdedores van a pagar por lo que hicieron con nosotros!" ("Of course it is! I'm not stupid, stupid! Natalya and her bunch of losers will pay for what they did to us!")
"Jeez." Primo threw his hands in the air, as if he had been accused of a crime he did not commit. "No need to take it out on me, mami. I didn't do anything to you."
Oddly enough, Rosa felt a little soothed by his words. It was probably the innocent tone that got to her, but she could never stay mad at Primo. He was cute. He was definitely the cuter one out of him and Epico.
"I'm not mad at you, chico. I just hate losing. You know that." The Costa Rican woman let out a sigh, as she looked at her man.
"I do, Rosa. We're gonna get past this though. I know we will." Again, Primo smiled. His smile must have been infectious, because Rosa almost felt herself sport a smile. "I think I may know what will make you feel better."
"And what would that be, Primo?"
"Big cocks?"
Rosa licked her lips. As well as possessing a well-known Latina temper, she also had sultriness that was found in many vivacious Hispanic women. The thought of more than one lengthy phallus was enough to arouse her. "Who are you thinking of…papi?" The last word was said in just a whisper, but a whisper of seduction, that made Primo's soft length grow hard quickly. Very quickly.
"I got some guys in mind…but it depends on if you like 'em black."
Yes. Rosa definitely liked that idea. "And what if I do?"
"Then I got the perfect guys for you…the Prime Time Players. You dig it, chica?" Primo asked. His hopes weren't raised too highly, once he saw the woman scrunch her face up at the suggestion.
"Eww…those two peros? I was hoping for Kofi and R-Truth." But then, the more Rosa thought about it, the less repulsive it sounded. Rosa knew that both Titus and Darren were well-hung. She had seen their cocks. They both lived up to the stereotype regarding the genitalia of ebony men. "But two big, black cocks, all to myself? I mean…what isn't to like about that?"
"Well I wouldn't say they're all yours, mami…" Rosa raised an eyebrow. What did Primo have in mind? Why wasn't Primo just spitting it out? "…sharing is caring, after all." Now Rosa knew. A smirk emerged on her golden face.
"So you want some as well, huh?"
"Duh. I could use some stress relief, too, chica. Besides, Darren's has been eyeing me for a while, and I want to know how bad he wants me."
"Bueno. Bueno. Yo siempre fundar Titus a ser el más lindo uno, de todos modos." ("Good. Good. I always found Titus to be the cutest one, anyway.") It was good for the Puerto Rican to see his mami change from anger to glee. He didn't like an angry Rosa. He liked a happy Rosa, a seductive Rosa, a slutty Rosa, a comical Rosa…he liked anything and everything about Rosa, except for her anger.
"Then what are we waiting for, Rosa? Let's get us some Prime Time Players!" They may have remained dressed in their wrestling gear, but they were convinced that they could make any type of clothing look sexy. Primo and Rosa linked arm in arm, and burst out of their locker room. They would Darren Young and Titus O'Neil, at any means necessary. Epico would understand the absence of his favourite Latina and his cousin…if he didn't, then Rosa would make him understand.
As the two Hispanic wrestlers were walking with hands linked firmly together, Primo couldn't help but to notice that Rosa was strutting her usual sultry strut, especially when he could feel her hips frequently crashing into his. That was a good enough indication to show that she was feeling happy. They did get a few sneers and sniggers from the people backstage, but that didn't bother them much. Rosa still felt sexy, and Primo was just happy that Rosa was happy.
Eventually, after minutes of walking, strutting (from Rosa) and hip shaking (also from Rosa), the two Latin people would soon find who they were looking for. There Titus and Darren were. Gossiping and dancing like baboons. Rosa had to question why they were lusting after those two again, until Primo reminded her that it was for what they had inside their trunks.
"Hey papis!" Rosa said with a seductive smile, as she sashayed her way over to the two dark-skinned men, whose attention she managed to catch with her loud tone of voice. Primo wasn't far behind. "So, what are you two, like, up two? Got anything good planned."
"Um…not really…" Darren scratched his head. After a moment's silence, Titus punched him in the arm, pretty unexpectedly. "Man! What was that for?"
"You didn't ask 'em!"
"About what?"
"The man!"
"Man in white?"
"Yes! Man in white!" Titus grumbled, whilst Rosa and Primo were utterly baffled. "He means I.R.S. The fool who collects tax from people like us, who earn those millions of dollas!"
"La estupidez …" ("The stupidity…" ) Rosa mumbled. She wasn't quite blessed with the ability to control the volume of her voice. Her mumbling was much louder than she wanted it to be.
"Estupidez? Girl, who you calling estupidez?" Darren asked, offended. He and Titus didn't have to be rockets to figure out what estupidez meant in Spanish.
"Um…the I.R.S, totally." Rosa said. "Like, how could he totally do such a thing to you?"
"That's what I'm tryna' tell you, Darren, but you just tryna reason with him. It ain't right, man." Titus shook his head. Darren looked at him confused.
"Me?! I ain't tryna reason with him. I'm the one tryna say we ain't got those millions of dollars, so he stays off our backs."
"Wait, you want the I.R.S to stay off your backs?" Rosa asked.
"Yeah. Weren't that pretty obvious?" Darren asked, before he got punched, yet again by Titus. "Damn! Why you keep hitting me man?!"
"Ya got to speak properly! It's wasn't that pretty obvious. And why do you keep hitting me? Correct yo' use of the English language!"
"Ignore that, papi. You should have just asked me and my boys! We would have, like, totally did that for you."
"You will?"
"Yeah, you will?"
"Si." Rosa nodded. "Irwin calls me his chica." The Latina smirked, once she saw the eyes of the men widened before her. Primo smirked too. He liked seeing Rosa manipulate these two men, as if they were mere puppets.
"Girl, so you gonna get rid of him for us?" Darren asked with way too much glee. He was lucky Titus exhibited the same amount of glee, because otherwise, he would have had another fist sent crashing into his almost dead arm.
"For a price, chicos, for a price." Rosa's eyes glanced downwards. Titus and Darren still didn't quite get the hint. Rosa just had to tell them, because it was clear that signs weren't going to make them aware of what she was referring to. "Me and Primo want you to clean out our cobwebs."
The eyes of the Prime Time Players had widened. They didn't expect what Rosa was saying…mostly because they thought Rosa was a slut, thus not having any cobwebs to clean out. She was probably lying, but pussy was pussy. They weren't going to reject a piece of what Rosa was offering.
"Is that all we got ta do, chicarita?" Darren said with a cocky grin, before he would get punched by Titus…yet again. "Why do you keep hitting me, man?!"
"'Cos ya making yourself look like a ten dollar hustler! Who even says chicarita?"
"I do! I rock it!"
"Rock it? Man, you ain't 3MB! Don't act like you're a damn-" Before Titus even had a chance to finish that sentence, he felt a palm make contact with his clothed crotch. He looked at the palm, and he immediately identified it as Rosa's palm. Who else could have a palm so golden? Who else could provide such sensual pleasure with just a gentle touch? "Damn. You gonna keep workin' that hand, chicarita?"
Hypocrite. That was pretty much what the Hispanics plus Darren thought, when they heard Titus say the exact same word that he scolded Darren for using. Rosa just brushed the thought away, however, with a sultry chuckle. She was horny. She didn't care for who was and was not a hypocrite. "Why don't you, take off the gear, papi? Then I'll think about it."
"Think about it? I was hopin' for much more than just that." Titus said. He groaned, once he felt Rosa's dainty palm dip past his brightly coloured bottoms, and reach for his chocolate, limp length. Now they was talking some real business.
Darren could only stare on in jealousy. Why didn't Rosa give him the same treatment? She had two hands. She could have used them both. Why didn't she? The envy would continue to build and build. It reached its peak once Rosa pulled out the rapidly hardening member, and it declined quickly once Darren felt a hand grab his own crotch. He looked to see that the hand had belonged to Primo.
"Papi, sorry if I'm not Rosa or anything, but this is better than nothing. You either deal with me, or you get nothing. Understand, chico?" Primo asked, as he continued to rub the black man's intimate area.
"I was…gonna go for…you…anyway…" Darren puffed. Not only did he not expect Primo's hand to grope his hardening tool, but he didn't expect for Primo's hand to provide such pleasure. It made forgetting Rosa a whole lot easier.
"You better have." Primo said with a slight chuckle, before he would do what Rosa had done earlier. His golden palm grasped Darren's dark dick, and worked it to elicit enough of a reaction that eventually would overshadow Titus' loud moans. "You want me to suck on it like a lollipop, papi?"
"Yes! Yes! God damn, yes!" The answer couldn't have been clearer enough. Primo quickly sported a wide grin, as he swiftly whipped out Darren's hardened cock after hearing that three letter word he was anticipating to come out of Darren's mouth. Using his agility to his advantage, the nimble Puerto Rican sank to his knees in impressive timing, before speedily taking in Darren's black manhood into his oral cavern.
Primo's head serenely bobbed up and down Darren's length. He was thankful that he had enough oral skills to take in virtually all of Darren's big black cock. Rosa had indeed taught him well in the fine arts of oral pleasure.
Primo used all the skills that the Costa Rican woman had taught him in order to give Darren the precise amount of pleasure that he wanted Darren to receive. The Latino's tongue eventually twirled around the thick girth, as his mouth continued to work over the tool that was as hard as concrete.
Speaking of the Costa Rican, she was using her notorious skills to provide a heavenly oral service to Titus. His thick, chocolate dick would reach the back of her throat, whilst her nose rubbed against his pubes. Her skills were legendary. If somebody was on the receiving end of an oral assault from Rosa Mendes, they would know exactly how legendary those skills were. Right now, Titus was currently realising that Rosa's mouth was indeed one of the best mouths in the WWE, if not the best mouth.
Titus groaned domineeringly, as he looked down to see Rosa's long, ravenette locks remain brushed against his abdomen, as her mouth fully engulfed all that Titus had to offer. She deepthroated him for a long duration of time, before he would push her head gently off of his tool. It began to throb slightly from the amount of time Rosa spent accommodating the entirety of his rock hard dick inside her oral cavity. How humiliating would it have been for Titus to climax from a blowjob, whilst Darren would have been able to fuck Primo without climaxing? He didn't want to be seen by the Hispanics as the inferior member of the Prime Time Players. He wanted to be equal with Darren…if not more superior.
"Stop girl. Stop it." Rosa wouldn't do so immediately. It was only when he bellowed the word a third time that the Latina felt as if she had to stop. Her mouth took in less and less of Titus, until eventually, there was no more. His cock was achingly hard, and left in her saliva. "Ride me. I need that pussy."
"Oh, I could already tell that. Like, every hombre wants my coño." Rosa giggled in a slightly self-absorbed manner, before she would gradually comply with what Titus demanded. Cocking her head to the side, she was shocked to see how quickly Primo and Darren had evolved from sucking to fucking. Perhaps she had spent too much time on Titus' member. Titus' faux, impatient cough brought Rosa's attention span back to him. She only just remembered what he had asked her to do. "Relax! This is about Primo and Rosa Mendes, anyway. Not you." Stealthily, Rosa grabbed the back of Titus' long, muscular legs and pulled at them, sending the tall man tumbling onto his back. This gave Rosa exactly what she needed, as she straddled Titus' waist, with her pussy fleetingly hovering over the bulbous tip, before swallowing every inch whole.
"Dios!" The luscious Latina would yell, as she could feel the thick girth of Titus O'Neal make a snug fit past her yoni and deep inside her cunt. It was a lot thicker and longer than she expected it to be. "Deep! Deep! Go deep!" Clear instructions to follow, and that was definitely what Titus would do. He began to thrust his member in and out of her cunt.
Primo was in a situation identical to Rosa, and Darren was in a situation identical to Titus. Primo and Darren were in the exact same situation as Rosa and Titus were…only the former duo had started fucking earlier than the latter duo. Primo's zestful bouncing and sultry grinding not only pleasured Darren, but Primo also. He loved the way he bounced. He loved how Darren felt inside him when he bounced and when he grinded.
The Hispanic definitely needed this experience. His cobwebs were starting to build and build. He couldn't remember a fuck as good as what he was getting now. There was a point where Primo had to resort to using solely sex toys to fulfil his sexual desires. The big black cock that was filling his insides definitely…notably…thankfully, was a different experience from the plastic which had previously been inside Primo's pucker. Primo was almost singing from feeling Darren delve deep inside his derriere; that was how much glee he felt inside of him (quite literally).
Thrust…thrust…thrust. Every thrust brought a new joyous sensation to the lust-filled Latino. Darren would stroke his prostate more and more frequently. Darren would hammer deeper and deeper inside his ass. Darren was fucking with a whole new level of intensity after each plunge inside. This was exactly what Primo needed, and more. Shrill moans left the lips of the Latin wrestler, as he would soon feel his release take over him. His body shuddered ever so slightly, as he would soon be under the effect of one mind-blowing climax. A barrage of semen would erupt from Primo's piss-slit, and land on Darren's legs. It didn't stop Darren though. What would stop Darren was when he was about to feel his release approach. Primo's bouncing eventually became too much for the Prime Time Player to handle any further. His loins would stir, and his cum would fill Primo's slackened hole to the very brim. Primo's cobwebs had definitely been cleaned.
The only female in this foursome was in a very similar situation. The brute strength that Titus was exhibiting when thrusting inside her damp rose bud was simply impeccable. She had expectations that much like her g-spot, had gotten completely shattered by Titus' manhood. Moans and profanity would flow from her mouth as if it were fine wine.
Rosa would scream and Rosa would screech whenever Titus went balls deep inside of her. He clearly had a large manhood, and he clearly knew how to use it. Rosa's body was getting used and abused, and she was loving every second of it. This was something she yearned for a long time ago, and certainly something she wasn't expecting to occur in this encounter. To say that she was ecstatic to get proven wrong, was a strong candidate for understatement of the damn decade.
"You gonna cum, papi? You gonna cum in my pussy, papi? Fill me. Fill me like I'm a nasty whore, papi. I know you want to." Titus wasn't so sure whether Rosa sounded sexy or desperate, but at this point in time, he couldn't give a single fuck. As long as she sounded the way he wanted her to sound (which she did), there was going to be no complaints from him. Rosa wouldn't get an answer verbally from O'Neal. Instead, she would actually get to feel the result. She would get to feel his gooey substance enter her, briefly after her dirty talk had ended. She felt so dirty, but she felt so good. She felt as if it was her turn to repay the favour. Letting out the sluttiest of whines, the Hispanic woman would soon feel pleasure reach beyond her limits. She would feel Titus' dick reach beyond what she could endure for any longer. Rosa outlasted all of the other people in this foursome, but it would not be long before she would meet her end. Her juices gushed out of her as quickly as Titus was thrusting inside of her. She was a mess right now. She was a hot, wet mess.
"Damn!" Darren said, standing up. Primo had already hopped off his dick, allowing the black man to stand up. "Chicarita really did need her cobwebs cleaned."
After huffs and puffs which would see Rosa attempt to catch her breath, from all the energy and zest she put into this orgy, she would regain the ability to talk again. "Of course I did. Did you, like, doubt what mamacita was saying?"
"Not at all girl…not at all." Even after he climaxed, Darren couldn't help but to lick his lips at the stunning, sultry female in front of him. "So, urm…about the I.R.S…"
"I.R.S? Irwin? The guy who's chasing you for money?" Rosa asked. Darren and Titus would nod. "Oh yeah. I remember now. I told you that me and Primo would sort the situation out, didn't I?" Again, the dark-skinned men nodded. "Si…I lied. Hope you enjoy being bankrupt, muchachos."
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So I had a couple of people asking about my 'Justice has been served' story, so I thought I'd just briefly address that here. No, I will not be updating it, because I quite frankly, don't have the heart for it anymore. I will thank waldron82 (aka CeNationBabe13), because she was the reason that the story was uploaded in the first place. I literally couldn't have done it without her.
Here's what's coming your way next:
~ AJ Lee (Top)/Brad Maddox (Bottom)/Dolph Ziggler (Versatile) (Requested by Dynasty Ace)
~ Chris Jericho (Versatile)/CM Punk (Versatile)/Kaitlyn (Versatile) (Requested by uppy goes puppy)
~ AJ Lee (Bottom)/Dean Ambrose (Top)/Roman Reigns (Top)/Seth Rollins (Versatile) (Requested by onehundredpercent)
~ Randy Orton (Versatile)/Sasha Banks (Bottom)/Sheamus (Versatile) (Requested by me)
~ Emma (Top)/The Miz (Bottom)/Wade Barrett (Bottom) (Requested by me)
Five more requests y'all! I'll get back to taking requests for the moment in just one story from now!