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Day of Event - May 29th 2013
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Filled with glee, Emma skipped down the corridor. Not only did she emerge victorious in her match with Audrey Marie, but there were many, many members of the crowd who were doing the Emma. Life was treating the young, gawky Australian woman well. The Emma was practically the new trend in the WWE. Even Superstars and Divas on the main roster considered doing the Emma. Heck, a couple of wrestlers on the main roster actually did do the Emma. It was just that catchy.
Emma just couldn't resist doing a little bit of the Emma. She deserved it, after such an immaculate (or rather, an Emma-culate) night. Dancing her trademark dance, all was perfect for Emma…until she just so happened to physically bump into the woman she defeated earlier tonight, being the klutz that Emma was. Audrey looked pissed.
"Hey! I want a word with you!" The Southern belle yelled, as she irately stomped over to the woman she now considered to be her arch-nemesis.
Emma threw her hands in the air, as if she was being charged with a crime. One of her palms would have connected with Audrey's face, had Audrey not dodged it. "No need to yell, Allison. I'm not far away."
"It's Audrey!" The angry brunette yelled, as her cheeks flared to a deep shade of red. "You know what? That doesn't matter! I want to take you out, next week!"
"Could you? That'd be Emma-zing. I'd love to eat somewhere. I'm starving. Do you have a place in mind?" Emma was hungry just from the idea of being taken to eat in a restaurant. It was just a shame that Audrey didn't quite have the same idea as Emma.
"That is not what I meant, and you know it! I want to take you out in a ring!"
Emma looked entirely puzzled. Then again, when didn't Emma look puzzled in some form? "But wait…you mean a wedding ring type ring? How are we going to fit inside a wedding ring? That's just ridiculous."
Oh lord. What could this girl get? Audrey seriously pondered about moving to a different country, if it meant getting away from simpletons like Emma. "Never mind! I need to talk to Dusty. You need to get fired, and if Dusty hasn't got the sense to fire you, then I'll just quit!" And so, Audrey stormed off. Emma still had that puzzled look on her face. Why was Audrey so snappy? Was it that time of month for her? Oh well. Who cared? Emma still had plenty of reason to radiate joy and excitement.
Once Adeline Madeleine had stormed off to Dusty Rhodes, Emma went back to performing her well-known victory dance, without a care in the world as to which wrestler raised their eyebrow at her. She was happy, and nothing could burst her bubble of bliss; even when Emma heard every little titbit that slithered out of various locker rooms.
Loud mewls that left Corey Grave's locker room…loud feminine laughter that travelled from Sasha Banks' locker room…humoured masculine chuckles that managed to squeeze out of Adrian Neville's room…and oddly enough, a slow, husky American accent audible from Justin Gabriel's room. Why did Justin Gabriel even have a locker room? He wasn't an NXT Superstar…but he did appear on NXT a lot…oh…maybe that was why…
Either way, Emma was totally curious. She wanted to know why an American was in Justin's locker room. Emma could tell that Jake Carter mewled loud enough for her to hear (because when didn't Jake and Corey bang?) Emma could tell that Bayley was laughing (because Bayley pretty much cracked up at anything; plus Bayley loved to associate herself with Indy wrestlers…and Sasha was an Indy wrestler at one point). Emma could even tell that Oliver Grey was chuckling stridently (despite their different builds, Grey and Neville were both rather similar, in the sense that they were essentially gentlemanly English men who shared a very similar taste in almost everything). What the Australian woman couldn't tell was the man who was in Gabriel's locker room. His voice wasn't distinct to her. She couldn't recognise who the voice belonged to; that was what produced the curiosity raging inside of her.
Building quicker and quicker as the milliseconds rapidly passed by, the curiosity gradually managed to take Emma over entirely. Sneaking as stealthily as she could, Emma would open the door to Gabriel's locker room ever so slightly. Ever so slightly. She could see only a smidgeon of what went on in Justin's locker room. She hadn't collected any extra information from when she was purely listening to the deep American groans. Emma had to open the door just a little more, so she could actually gain something from her session of spying.
The slightest of movements from the door showed Emma far more than what she was expecting. To say that the blonde woman was shocked by what she saw was a complete understatement. It was miraculous that Emma didn't faint. There Justin Gabriel was…naked. Gabriel was in the company of an American man…who also happened to be naked. The more she saw of this American man, the more familiar he became to her. Emma still couldn't quite catch his name, though.
"Mmm…doggy has a big…big…cock for…Faaan…daaan…gooo."
Faaan…daaan…gooo? What type of name was that? Emma couldn't help but to be puzzled, mentally visualising how that name would appear on his birth certificate, and why the heck his parents would name him that. Whilst these rather bizarre images rushed to Emma's head, she was distracted from the two nude individuals in Justin's room.
"You are so freaky, man." Justin chuckled. A moan soon left his lips, as he felt the strange dancer grasp at his manhood.
"And you…love me for it…doggy." Fandango said with a creepy smirk, as he began to stroke Justin's length, which hardened rapidly under his influence. Up and down Fandango's hand would travel, jerking the South African native off quicker and quicker as time passed. Moans were what frequently oozed out of Justin's lips, as his cock maintained its erect form due to the pleasures that Fandango's hand brought to it.
Of course, if Justin thought that Fandango's hand was good, the dancer's mouth would send Justin to an entirely new world of bliss.
"O fok!" ("Oh fuck!") Even if it didn't quite sound it, Justin was so enamoured by Fandango's oral skills, he had to resort to speaking in his mother tongue. Fandango was always skilled at giving a nice, hot blowjob. Even in the days when he was Johnny Curtis, he knew how to suck a big dick. Flinging his head back, Justin looked up to the ceiling, feeling nothing but the utmost delight. As Fandango bobbed up and down his length, the wrestler from Cape-Town couldn't help but to notice something in the corner of his eye…or someone, to be precise.
"Oh…why hello there." Justin winked, as he noticed Emma peeking in on him and Fandango. Naughty little girl; Justin didn't expect her to do this…but that didn't mean he was going to complain about it either. "You gonna come in?"
The Australian let out a brief shrill shriek, in utter surprise. The voice totally startled her. She was too busy staring at the two men to realise that one of them was staring at her at the exact same time. "But in Kylie's good name, you scared me!"
"Kylie? Who's she?" Justin was probably going to kick himself for asking this, considering he was getting a blowjob (and a quality one from that), but ehh…he still wanted to know what Emma was talking about.
"Kylie. As in Kylie Minogue. The Kylie Minogue. Please tell me you're aware of one of Australia's most sacred icons."
"Oh. I know who she is. You should have said her surname as well." Justin chuckled. As Emma slowly began to shorten the distance between herself and the two men, Justin's eyes were glued to her body. "You also should take off those clothes. There must be a reason you're so curious enough to look."
"Oh. I can totally explain that! I was doing my usual Emma-bulous dance, and I was hearing these voices like…leave your locker…and I lost the ability to dance…so I just had to see why I was losing my Emma-bulous dance."
"Yeah…I bet that's what happened." Justin rolled his eyes, not just to playfully mock Emma, but to also show the sheer ecstasy of Fandango's oral passage. "So you lost your ability to dance? I don't wanna sound pervy…but you may end up losing your clothes too." When Emma was in touching distance, Justin seized the opportunity he was so kindly given, and used it to touch Emma in…her more private areas.
Emma gasped in shock. Her crotch was getting felt up by Justin's nimble fingers. The shock! Were all men in the WWE horndogs? "Holy Kangaroo! What are you doing?"
"Touching your pussy. Your nice, juicy pussy. You like?" That rich African twang…Emma sighed. Such a hottie! A horndog, but a hot horndog!
Wait, what was she doing?!
She wasn't about to lose a battle to lust. Oh no. Emma wasn't intending to fuck…not now…not to these two gorgeous, arousing men…with their rich, husky voices…No. Stop.
"S-Stop s-saying t-that." Emma shuddered and she stuttered. It was humiliating how wet she got in such a short period of time, from feeling those fucking fingers dance around the confines of her costume.
"Stop saying what? Pussy?" Two moans were emitted into the lustful atmosphere: one from Justin (as Fandango continued to work his oral magic), and the other from Emma (as a combination of Justin's choice of lewd words and his agile fingers were getting her as wet as a waterfall). "You like me rubbing your pussy? Your wet pussy? Your hot, wet, succulent pussy?" More moans left Emma's lips. She so wanted him, as if it wasn't already obvious by her wetness. "I think you should get naked." By now, Justin's tongue was wagging as eager as a dog's. Justin was so ready for this pussy. So, so ready.
Following a request had never come so easy to Emma, until now. Justin's voice was enough to fully entice her. She was quickly losing the battle to lust, but hey, at least she was losing by her own free will. This man sure knew how to arouse a woman. Emma almost ripped her clothes off of her body, she was that zealous. She was hesitant no more. Justin grinned; the fleeting wait was absolutely worth it. Emma's nude body looked brilliant!
"Your body's looking smoking hot!" Justin's tongue twirled around his lips, as he received a closer look at the woman's curvy body. "Get on your back. You're gonna get an experience you'll never want to forget."
No confused words left Emma's lips. She was raring to get a go of the Cape-Town Werewolf. Justin was attractive in clothes, but out of them…too hot for words. The Australian speedily laid on the cold, hard floor, waiting to get warmed up by the bliss of another body on top of hers.
Fortunately, the wait wasn't long at all. Justin was fervent for this. Even with the impeccable blowjob he received from Fandango, Justin was currently craving for cunt; Emma's cunt, to be precise.
Plunging inside, Justin's length was quick to stretch Emma's taut walls. Howls of delight came from both Justin and Emma. The intrusion was what they both needed.
In and out, Justin's pace was incredibly rapid, as he went to work, hammering away at the tight piece of Australian pussy. The sounds provided a tune as sweet as candy, especially to Fandango's ears, as his eyes were gripped to the intercourse that took place before his very eyes.
Whilst the dancer stared intently at the hard-hitting action in front of him, the temptation to just take was building. Justin's hole looked like it needed to be filled. Actually, both of Justin's holes looked like they needed to receive some thick meat. Fandango just didn't know which hole to smash. Should he go for Justin's mouth, or access the Backdoor to Gabriel (well it certainly would have been an upgrade over a very similarly named porno featuring a certain former WWE Diva)? The choices…the dilemma…Fandango just didn't know.
It would take a couple more minutes of intense staring, before Fandango finally made his mind. Fandango could tell that the longer he waited, the sooner Justin was about to climax. Fandango didn't want the young pup to climax all on his own. Oh no. Fandango wanted something miraculous, something for Justin to remember and reminisce in for decades and decades. He wanted a twin climax; possibly a triplet climax, if Emma was able to.
The gold sequinned tights were gently placed on a nearby bench, as Fandango scooted towards the two wrestlers in intercourse. Justin would feel Fandango's presence, when a hot breath emerged, crawling onto his skin. The African man shivered, slightly. It certainly lost whatever rhythm Justin had going for him. Now his thrusts were just untamed and inconsistent.
"Doggy ready…for the bone?" What was with all the 'doggy' talk anyway? Was it because Justin prided himself on his 'Werewolf' moniker? Was it because Fandango felt that Justin was inferior to him? Was this some sick fantasy Fandango had in mind (taking into account the days of Dirty Curty, that was quite the possibility)? Who knew? All Justin knew was that his big dick was still inside Emma, and Fandango's big dick was now entering his insides.
"Kak!" ("Shit!") Resorting back to Afrikaans, Justin was in that perfect place he was in when he literally got blown away by the man who now began to fuck him raw. He had a nice, tight hole squeezing and clamping on his dick, whilst his own hole did the same to Fandango's intruding shaft. "Fuck me!"
"It'd be…my pleasure…" A husky whisper left Fandango's lips, as the dancer began to use his tongue to trace the shape of Justin's earlobe, as the former would use speed and agility to rapidly thrust in and out of the latter's loosening pucker.
Justin felt himself lose all control that his body had. He was having enough trouble trying to maintain some form of control when fucking Emma, but Fandango adding himself to the mix just drove the undersized amount of control away completely. Justin's thrusts now were utterly erratic. He hit Emma's g-spot at random occurrences. His length would soon throb wildly. There was too much bliss surrounding Justin not to feel the need to erupt like a fucking volcano.
The South African stud continued to buck his hips in irregular patterns, feeling Fandango delve deep inside him, whilst he delved deep inside Emma. The fucking would only continue for a short amount of time, before white would shoot inside Emma's passage, filling it with his release.
Thankfully, Fandango's plan was working to full effect. He wanted a twin climax, and he was going to get beyond that! A triple climax appeared to be on its way sooner than expected. After repeatedly feeling her sweet spot get smashed, the young Australian beauty couldn't handle much more penetration. Her pussy quivered. She took all she could get, before she was the next to feel her liquids surge out of her.
Last but not least, Fandango was the final member of this trio to climax. Using all the energy that remained inside of him, Fandango would plunge once more…twice more…thrice more…before he would pull out. Fandango sprang up. He sprinted. He was desperately close to unleashing his load onto Justin.
"Doggy wants…the cream?" Justin nodded, without a shred of mortification. "Doggy…ready for it?" Again, Justin nodded. That was all the motivation Fandango needed. Jerking his pulsating phallus quickly…slowly…quickly…quicker…oh god…here he cums! Projectiles of semen covered Justin's eager face. As soon as every pearly droplet dabbled on his bronze face, Justin would collect as much of the creamy essence as he could, until there was no more essence to collect.
Licking his lips, the dancer smirked, as he looked down to see his little bitch in heat act like…well…a bitch in heat. "What is…my name?" Fandango wanted to see if Justin was worthy of a second round. Emma? Fandango didn't even know she was in the room. She just stood there, with her wide eyes, absorbing the lust between the two men.
"Oh, I got this. Faaan…daaan…gooo."
Finally! Somebody who got his name right after only two attempts. He didn't get it in one attempt, like all of Fandango's dancers did, but it was better than most. The smirk broadened on Fandango's face, as his eyes bore a hole into Justin's. "Good doggy." Good doggy indeed. Just as a little treat, some weirdness was in order.
If Emma was shocked before, her jaw would soon hit the floor from what she was about to witness.
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Welp, if that weirded you out, then I guess I've done a good enough job with Fandango's character then (because Fandango/Dirty Curty loved getting weird back a couple of years). To be honest, this chapter was supposed to go in a completely different direction, but I guess a heat of the moment situation took me here. Hope you still liked it!
Also, I know Audrey got released before May 29th, but because Audrey was featured on the May 29th tapings of NXT, let's just pretend that she was there. I know it's hella confusing, and I apologise for that…but oh well. Dat's NXT for you.
Oh, and I've changed my pen-name, even though you most likely were already aware of! Red Icewater is no more. Say hello to Elextrix ^_^
But anyway here's what's coming your way next:
~ Brie Bella (Bottom)/Cody Rhodes (Top)/Damien Sandow (Top)/Nikki Bella (Bottom) (Requested by Blazing Optimist)
~ Chris Jericho (Bottom)/Dolph Ziggler (Top)/Natalya (Versatile) (Requested by della-doll)
~ CM Punk (Versatile)/Stephanie McMahon (Top)/Triple H (Versatile) (Requested by NateAKAMiniPunk)
~ Chris Jericho (Bottom)/Christian (Versatile)/Edge (Top)/Trish Stratus (Versatile) (Requested by xXAJSugaSpiceEverythingNiceXx)
~ Heath Slater (Bottom)/Jey Uso (Top)/Jimmy Uso (Top)Justin Gabriel (Bottom)/Naomi (Bottom) (Requested by me)
~ Cameron (Bottom)/Josh Mathews (Versatile)/The Miz (Versatile)/Naomi (Versatile) (Requested by me)
Still no requests being taken as of this chapter. Two more chapters to go until I take requests again!