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Day of Event - June 25th 2013
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It was about five in the morning, and Punk had just woken up, after only receiving four hours of sleep. Punk just couldn't sleep well with confusion still gnawing away at him.
CM Punk was still suffering from a severe case of bewilderment, even the day after RAW finished. His match with Darren Young went perfectly fine…until Titus O'Neil decided to avenge his partner's loss by ambushing Punk. Two against one wasn't the fairest of strategies to use, but Punk was determined to outdo the Prime Time chumps…until Curtis Axel randomly came along and saved him. Of all the people who could have saved Punk, and it had to be Axel, one of the guys he couldn't trust. No doubt it was because of Heyman, but Punk wanted to know why Heyman wanted Axel to save Punk, when Punk specifically stated that he didn't need help.
It was times like these that Punk had somebody he could vent to about these types of scenarios. Somebody close. Somebody Punk could trust. Somebody Punk was in a relationship with. The only person who was close enough to Punk, somebody Punk could trust and somebody who also happened to be in a relationship with Punk was Lita.
Punk went to ask his girlfriend for advice on how he should handle the situation with Heyman, until he saw that her eyes were shut. She was still sleeping like a log, although that wouldn't be the case for much longer.
Tapping her on the shoulder, Punk hoped to get a reaction from her. Unfortunately, he got nothing. Looks like Punk would have to use another approach to waking up the future Hall-of-Famer. Punk had just the solution:
Punk faked a wanton moan, loud enough for Lita's ears to quickly perk up. "Fuck, Paul; you're so fucking deep." The moans got louder and louder, as Lita looked like she was about to awaken any second now. The last batch of moans were now unleashed, as Punk acted sluttier than before. "Hit my fucking prostate with that big fucking dick, Paul! God, you're gonna make me cum so hard, Paul! Shit!"
"What's going on?!" It was safe to assume that the extreme redhead was no longer sleeping, after hearing all the sexual moans that came from your boyfriend. "Punk?"
"Yeah?" It shocked Lita that Punk had responded to her so quickly.
"You're awake?"
"Duh."
"How long have you been awake for…and what time is it?"
"Ehh, a couple of minutes. And it's about quarter past five."
"Asshole. You still have enough time to get more sleep."
"You say that like I haven't thought of that already."
"So what are you doing awake, then?"
"Thinking about why Heyman got Axel to save my ass, especially when I told him not to bother. Something's up, babe."
"Wait…that's the reason you got me up?" It may have been a little dark, but Punk could clearly tell his girlfriend was scowling at him.
"Yep. I'm pretty sure it is."
"Cunt. I'm going back to sleep." Or so she thought. As soon as she finished that sentence, Punk went back to tapping her on the shoulder.
"Not on my account. I need as much advice as I can get from you about what happened on RAW."
Grumbling her annoyance, Lita muttered a "fine" in response. "Not like I'm gonna get any sleep anyway. So what advice do you exactly want from me?"
"So, you got any idea on what I should do?" Punk asked, as he slowly wrapped his body around his girlfriend's, entwining them together.
"I dunno, babe. Is there anything you can do, apart from wait?"
"I dunno, babe. That was kinda what I was asking you, babe."
"You're kinda being an asshole, babe."
"Isn't that kinda why you love me, babe."
"No, babe. Now stop while you're ahead, or no sex from me for a month."
"You know I can get sex from one of the Divas, right?"
"I know. That's why I said no sex from me. And I know how much you prefer sex with me over sex with any one of the Divas."
"…I'll let you win this one."
"Good. Now since I'm obviously not gonna be able to get some sleep, I'm gonna take a shower. You coming?" Lita said, dragging her body out of the hotel bed.
"Me, joining you in the shower? Like I'm gonna ever refuse that." Punk broadly smirked, seeing his lover get out of bed.
Upon seeing her beau smirk, Lita also grew a smirk of her own. "Cool. See you in there." Lita said, as she began to undress, throwing her lingerie on the bed, before heading to the hotel's shower area.
Punk was so gonna get that pussy in the shower. He couldn't help but to grin to himself about how good Lita's wet cunt was gonna feel. He forgot all about why Heyman was acting so weird…until the door knocked, and Lita was telling him to go answer it. Sigh. So close.
Opening the door, Punk remembered exactly why he hated other Paul Heyman guys. "What the fuck do you want, Axel? It's half five in the morning."
"And you're awake. Mind if I come in?"
"Yes. Now leave."
"Good. Don't mind if I do come on in. Thanks for the invite, Punk." Axel said, ignoring Punk's words completely, as he entered Punk's hotel room.
"This counts as trespassing, you know?"
"Believe me, if it weren't for Heyman, I wouldn't be here."
"Why is that, exactly?" Punk inquisitively asked. Axel's presence really could be beneficial after all. "And why did Heyman get you to save me on RAW, when I told him I didn't need help."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold your horses! This ain't a Q & A session." Axel shook his head. "I'll answer the first question you asked, because I'm nice like that. Heyman wanted me here so that we could bond. He wants you to trust me, and I'm not the type to refuse one of Heyman's orders."
Punk chuckled. "Oh, this is gonna be fun. And how exactly did Heyman tell you to earn my trust?"
"Why tell you when I can just simply show you?" Axel asked. His hands went to grab Punk's ass, although Punk quickly put a stop to that.
"Oh no. I don't think so!" Punk stated, louder than he wanted to. From how vociferous Punk was, he caught the attention of his girlfriend, who opened the door. She was surprised to see another man standing by Punk, as he hungrily gazed at her naked body.
"Punk! You could've at least told me we had company." Lita said. Although she sported a blatant scowl towards her boyfriend, she couldn't help but to slightly lust over the other guy. She didn't know exactly who he was (Lita would blame the time of day for that), but he was hot.
"We won't have company for long, if he just gets the fuck out of here." Punk said, not taking his steely gaze away from Axel.
"Relax. Just say you trust me and I'll leave."
"I don't trust you, and there's nothing you can do to change that."
"Oh, if what Heyman said is true, there's something I can do."
"You dare go inside my ass, and I will choke the life out of you."
"I didn't say anything about your ass." Axel smirked, grabbing Punk's hands, and placing them on the younger man's posterior. "Like that? Trust me now?"
"No!" Using as much willpower as he possessed, Punk's hands would move away from the ample behind. Punk may have said he didn't like Axel's ass, but his body said otherwise. Both Axel and Lita could see Punk's cock in the process of growing into a rock hard erection.
"You sure, babe? Your dick's disagreeing with you on that one."
"Gotta agree with your girl, Punk. I could take care of that for you…"
"Without my permission?" Lita asked, glaring directly at Axel.
"Sorry. Can I suck your boyfriend's dick?"
"Now was that so hard?" Lita said, that glare quickly phasing out for a much more seductive smirk.
"No, but something else is." Axel smirked also, now putting all of his attention on the other Paul Heyman guy, as he carelessly threw his clothes on the floor.
"Hold on just a second! You mean you're okay with this" Punk couldn't look at his girlfriend for much longer, as his briefs got pulled down to his ankles, unveiling his soft tool. "And what the hell do you think you're doing, McGilli-slutty?" Punk asked, with widened eyes at Axel, who was eye-level to Punk's manhood.
"Earning your trust…duh." Axel calmly responded, as his hand began to quickly jerk up and down the length of Punk's hardening shaft. Axel would wisely ignore the reference to his former alias. "Come on. What guy doesn't like a blowjob?"
"A guy who wants his dick to stay safe from your teeth. That answer your question?" Although Punk clearly stated his lack of trust towards Axel, he didn't move away. Not a single inch.
"No, because I'm not gonna use my teeth. Gotta trust me, Punk." Axel showed a charming smile, before he made the bold decision in taking in as much as he could of Punk's cock. Axel's oral cavity would accommodate a surprising amount of Punk's erect member.
Heyman must've taught this kid just as much about oral sex as he did wrestling, because unlike Michael McGillicutty and the sloppy blowjobs he would have given, Curtis Axel was sucking dick like a damn pro. Punk didn't like Axel one bit, but he would have to give credit where credit was due. There was no way Punk could even think of denying that this blowjob was a damn good one.
Even Lita was getting turned on by Axel's sucking. While she watched the handsome bearded man suck off her boyfriend with expertise, her slender fingers would dip past her panties, and toy with her lips. If she was gonna watch two guys get it on, she may as well have fun with it.
Punk was fighting a losing battle, when he was trying to resist falling to lust. He didn't want Lita to think he was aroused by this…until he saw the redhead pull down her red underwear, and play with her pussy, as she watched Curtis bob his head up and down her boyfriend's cock. Then Punk didn't give a shit about succumbing to the pleasures Curtis gave him in large doses.
A palm would brush past Axel's blonde-ish hair, reaching the back of his neck, allowing Punk to force more of his meat down Axel's throat. If the kid really wanted to earn Punk's trust, then he'd deepthroat the whole thing, refrain himself from gagging and not complain about it. That would earn him some damn respect.
Surprisingly, Axel was doing just that. Axel would take in every inch that Punk had to offer, which was surprising, considering how Michael McGillicutty was one of the worst fucks on the roster (it essentially explained his jobber status). Even more surprising, Axel gagged zero times. Axel's nose nestled against Punk's dark pubic hairs, and didn't even gag once. Maybe this kid did deserve some trust after all…
Well…actually…Punk would soon see about that. As Axel continued to slobber all over Punk's lengthy tool, Punk saw his girlfriend head to the drawer next to their bed. He wondered briefly what on earth his kinky vixen of a girlfriend had in mind, until he saw the object that was soon waved in her palms. He smirked, as his girlfriend quickly brought the object over to where the two men were.
"You planned for this, didn't you?" Punk smirked, seeing Lita attach a black strap-on to her waist.
"Nope. If I was gonna plan this, we wouldn't be doing this at half five in the morning." Lita smirked back, as she'd insert the tip of rubber into Axel's tight heat.
Axel shuddered from the intrusion of his asshole. He sure as hell wasn't expecting Lita of all people to be fucking him. He wasn't going to complain about it, however. At least Lita gave him pleasure when she entered his hole. Some of Axel's other fucks provided more pain than pleasure. Thankfully, Lita looked to stray away from being placed in the same category as those type of fucks, as she began to smoothly thrust in and out of him.
The moans of pleasure that originated from Axel managed to make Punk shiver. As if Axel's mouth wasn't good enough, feeling his vibrations whilst stuffing his mouth with cock brought a new type of joy.
The redhead barely managed to fight a lustful groan, as she heard her boyfriend unleash a plethora of hoarse moans. It was at that moment Lita officially knew her boyfriend had been defeated by lust. Punk would only moan so frequently when he was receiving good quality foreplay and/or intercourse.
"You liking him after all?" Lita fleetingly looked up at her boyfriend, as she continued to rhythmically thrust in and out of Axel's taut passage.
"Oh gosh; I sure hope my moans of pleasure didn't give away that I was actually enjoying this." Punk said, blending moans in with his speech, as he thrusted hard in and out of Axel's mouth, just like Lita was doing to Axel's ass.
"Nope; I just knew you liked the way he sucked dick when you stopped cussing him." That wasn't true, but Punk didn't have to know that. All Punk had to know was how much joy she had loosening Axel, and how she was getting to fuck the better of the two holes. "You know babe, if you like his mouth, you're gonna love his ass."
"Duh. Is he tight?"
"Yep."
"Well, I can change that." Punk smugly stated, as he pulled out of Axel's mouth. "Let's switch places."
Lita thrusted a few more times into Axel, before eventually withdrawing from the slackened pucker. Even though she wanted to pound his ass for longer, it was useless to quarrel with her boyfriend before six in the morning. "Fine, but don't expect me to keep the strap-on on."
"I don't really mind. He can just lick your pussy. Prep you for when you feel my dick loosen that hot snatch of yours." Punk licked his lips, eyeing his girlfriend's nude form.
"Oh, so that's the reason you got me up so early?" Lita smirked, as she would proceed to lie on the bed. Parting her legs, she allowed Axel to gain a quick sneak peek at what he'd be servicing.
"Nope. Already told you why I got you up so early." Punk smirked at his sexy girlfriend, before looking at Axel, who just stood there, gawking at the sight of a succulent cunt. "What? You haven't seen a vagina before? Lick it already! It's the one time I'm gonna let you make contact with my naked girlfriend, so you better lap it up…literally."
"Oh, well since you trust me enough to take care of your girlfriend's sweet pussy, how could I possibly refuse?" Axel smirked, as he bent over the bed, just about able to bury his face between Lita's thighs.
"No comment." Punk said, as he walked over to Axel. He was already waiting for Punk to plunge inside, like a good bitch. Looking down, he could already see the thick hairs that surrounded Axel's from a far-ish distance. "Damn. I know Paul wants his guys a little hairy, but Jesus! It's like you've got a fucking jungle down there."
Axel had already begun his oral assault on Lita. Her labia was perhaps the epitome of succulent. Axel could taste the sweet flavour with just one quick swipe of his tongue. If Punk was hoping for a verbal response, Axel just couldn't give him one. Not now. Not when he would begin to collect as much of Lita's sweetness as he possibly could.
As Axel would proceed to lubricate Punk's girlfriend for what was soon to transpire, Punk would reward Axel, for being able to take so much of his cock with a surprising amount of talent. Punk would use his left hand to position the tip of his dick inside Axel's slackened heat.
Holy shit. Lita was right. Curtis Axel really was tight after all; even after he had just been fucked (by a plastic cock, but a cock nonetheless). How the heck could Lita manage to smoothly thrust in and out of such a tight hole? It would be quite a challenge for Punk to delve deep inside Axel's taut pucker, but at least this challenge would be a pleasurable one.
Putting one palm on each side of Axel's waist, Punk would use that grip to sharpen the intensity of his thrusts. The progression of time allowed Punk to quicken his pace, plunging faster and harder inside Axel's hole. Just like Lita was responsible for making her man shiver in bliss (due to the vibrations that came from Axel's mouth), now it was time Punk to return the favour.
The vibrations that had been emitted from Curtis would indeed make Lita shiver. She was surprised at how pleasurable his tongue was; but to feel his vibrations surge inside of her as well as his tongue? Well, the amount of pleasure had just increased tenfold.
Curtis Axel was essentially a sex slave, in this moment of time. Although Paul Heyman was the reason he was even participating in this threesome in the first place, the concept of his two guys fucking around (along with the legendary Diva) wasn't a concept that seemed remotely likely to Heyman. What seemed even less likely was that all parties involved were becoming increasingly fond of the sex that transpired. Lita loved watching a hot stud toy with her moist folds, before suddenly rushing deep inside of her pussy. CM Punk loved fucking a tight piece of ass, stretching it with his big, throbbing dick. Curtis Axel just loved being in the middle of it all. He loved pleasuring both Punk and Lita. He loved hearing their moans of arousal, as he would concurrently pleasure their genitalia.
After a few moments Punk and Lita would both spend gyrating their bodies quickly and frequently, and also letting out incoherent strings of words that were distanced far from their typical vernacular, Axel would provide wonders on their sex. Punk's cock began to throb just as Lita's pussy was on the verge of an intense climax.
The rebellious Chicagoan would spend only a further moment hitting Axel's prostate, before withdrawing…shoving the younger man out of the bed. Now that Punk was faced with a pulsating dick, he knew exactly where he wanted to cum. It was a damn good thing that Lita's legs remained spread, because what Punk was about to do required easy access to her quivering cunt.
Not a word was released into the lusty atmosphere, as Punk nimbly entered his girlfriend's wet hole. Mere seconds after the intercourse began, and the two lovers were already deep in moaning; their sounds almost harmonious enough to produce a catchy tune. They were probably gonna get so much shit from Cena and Nikki for being so goddamn loud, but this experience was worth it. Oh so motherfucking worth it.
The bed was creaking every time Punk plunged deep into the depths of his girlfriend's core. The two lovers were busy at it, forgetting about that chump who aroused them both just minutes ago. They didn't even hear Axel's disappointment ring in their ears. Punk and Lita were just focused on each other, and each other only, as their pupils locked sight with each other.
Punk's dick would smash in and out of Lita, opening her sex with every powerful plunge he had to offer. The two weren't going to last much longer, if that wasn't blatantly obvious from their throbbing genitalia.
What seemed to be regarded as a miraculous event became reality; two lovers climaxing at once. Their gooey substance gushed past each other, before Punk would withdraw, watching a mixture of his semen and Lita's cum trickle down her clit, droplets invading the cleanliness of the large bed.
"Are you guys even listening to me? Am I just speaking to myself here?" That was the moment both Punk and Lita remembered who exactly Curtis Axel was.
"What? You're still here?" Punk said, in mock disbelief. "I'll play game with whatever evil trick Heyman has in mind. I trust you. Now get the fuck out of my room."
"Gladly." Axel said, gathering all his clothes and attaching them to his sweaty body, before leaving the room, slamming the door shut. Punk and Lita already found one way of garnering complaints for volume…looks like Axel just found a second way.
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Well, this chapter was posted much later than I wanted it to be, since Heyman (along with his bodyguard/Lesnar and his lapdog/Axel) and Punk are feuding now, but at least it's better than never^^
Here's what's coming your way next:
~ Aksana (Bottom)/Jinder Mahal (Top)/Sheamus (Bottom) (Requested by me)
~ Bayley (Bottom)/Cody Rhodes (Bottom)/Justin Gabriel (Top) (Requested by SEAnimal)
~ Brad Maddox (Versatile)/Fandango (Top)/Summer Rae (Versatile)/Tyler Breeze (Bottom) (Requested by MisfitofMisbehaviour)
~ Brad Maddox (Versatile)/Dolph Ziggler (Versatile)/Rosa Mendes (Versatile) (Requested by ColorPuro)
~ CM Punk (Bottom)/Daniel Bryan (Versatile)/Lita (Top) (Requested by NateAKAMiniPunk)
~ CM Punk (Top)/Dean Ambrose (Top)/Lita (Bottom) (Requested by xLifeFullOfLaughterx)
~ Corey Graves (Top)/Jake Carter (Bottom)/Layla (Versatile) (Requested by KJ-Slashbug)
~ Brie Bella (Bottom)/Daniel Bryan (Versatile)/John Cena (Versatile)/Nikki Bella (Bottom) (Requested by TheSunlightHurtsMyEyes)
~ Adrian Neville (Versatile)/Charlotte (Bottom)/Corey Graves (Versatile)/Sheamus (Top) (Requested by me)
~ Antonio Cesaro (Versatile)/Eva Marie (Bottom)/Jack Swagger (Versatile) (Requested by me)