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Day of Event - January 27th 2013 (Day of Royal Rumble)
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"And what are you gonna do to good ol' Dwayne tonight?"
"Pulverise him."
"And?"
"Make sure you retain what it rightfully yours, Punk."
"Good boy." The WWE Champion smirked, looking at his willing slave. The amount of objects sported by Dean Ambrose was fascinating. A cock ring was placed around Ambrose's erect manhood to ensure he wouldn't suffer from an early climax, handcuffs were used to keep Ambrose's arms immobilised, and finally, a collar, just so Ambrose wouldn't escape (although he probably wouldn't have even tried to escape, but it was just to make sure). To put it simply, Dean Ambrose looked like a walking sex slave.
Dean always was a weird motherfucker, even in the Indies. Punk shouldn't have been surprised that Dean was actually the one who requested this treatment…but for some reason, Punk was. Still, Punk wasn't complaining about it. At least he got to be the one in control.
"See, Lita. I told you. You ain't got anything to worry about." The ravenette shifted his focus from Dean, to look at his redheaded girlfriend, who had just stood there, shocked by the visual display. "What? Too extreme for you?"
"No…just didn't think Dean would actually go through with it." All the alumni could convey was shock. She had seen some pretty weird things in her time (especially during her romance with Edge), but perhaps none were as weird as this.
"You underestimate my alliance with The Shield way too much, Amy." Punk said, before looking back at Dean. "And you need a treat. How's a hard cock sound to you, Dean?"
"Depends. What cock are you referring to?"
"Mine, obviously."
"Then I guess it's okay."
"That's what I thought." Punk said, grinning. "Suck it good. Slurp on it. Gag on it. Get me hard. I have plans on where this cock's going to go." Punk's eyes were on Lita, giving her an indication that she was the next place his cock would go to.
Without a word, Dean set straight to work, his lips parting, taking in the long length with relative ease. He was one of those domineering types who, although didn't suck cock as frequently as others, could still pleasure a man with his mouth.
Bobbing up and down the hard shaft, Dean made sure every inch of the thick cock was covered in his saliva, not wanting to disappoint the man who he had aligned with (for now, at least).
Although Punk quickly grew to adore the pleasurable feeling that came from Dean's mouth, his eyes wouldn't move from his girlfriend's body. Her beautiful, voluptuous, naked body. Lita may have been just as naked as Punk and Ambrose, but Punk wasn't embarrassed about admitting that Lita had a more desirable body than he. The more he stared at Lita's curves…her anatomy…the more he wanted to touch her body…to taste her body.
"You gonna get that fine ass over here, babe?" Punk smirked, moans seeping out when he could feel Dean's nose rub against his pubic hairs.
"Was wondering when you were gonna call me over."
"Surprised you're the one to wait. Never usually do." Seeing his girlfriend approach him only augmented the size of the grin firmly planted on Punk's face.
"Didn't want to…disturb this." Lita made sure to choose her words carefully, determined not to have Dean snarl at her.
"You probably was gonna be embarrassed of how wet I could get you in front of Dean." As soon as Lita was in touching distance, Punk would waste no time in rubbing her womanhood. "You don't need to be embarrassed about anything, babe. Dean would probably beg to see your wet pussy."
"Shit." How else was she supposed to react, as Punk's fingers feverishly rubbed her clit, determined to get some moisture out of it. "I'm guessing you're desperate to see me wet, too."
"Nah. I'd rather feel you get wet." And feel he did. Wondering how long it had been since Lita last had sex, Punk could feel her pussy dampen almost immediately under his magic fingers. It was a glorious feeling.
One hand focused on Lita's moistening labia, and the other grabbing a chunk of Ambrose's hair, using that to fuck the man's face. Punk was in a situation most men would die to be in. Not only would he get his cock sucked by a fine cock sucker (especially with the talents of Ambrose; the man knew how to deepthroat), but to also bring sensual pleasure to a hot redhead? What could be better than that?
Actually…thinking about it…quite a few things. Thinking about situations that would feel better than this quickly forced an idea into Punk's mind. He had just the solution in mind.
Whipping his hard, saliva-coated cock out of Dean's mouth, Punk would swiftly move to the bench, his hand rushed away from the damp vulva it had so eagerly teased. At first, he got blank stares. Neither Dean nor Lita knew why Punk had suddenly halted all the pleasure he received. "Ride me, babe. And drag Dean over here by his collar." When those words had been let out into the lustful atmosphere, the other two finally had an idea of why Punk was so eager to lay on the bench.
"You know…I knew you were kinky, babe…but I didn't know you were into this BDSM stuff." The redhead straddled Punk's waist as she spoke. Her back faced towards him, while her legs parted, allowing his hard manhood to enter her moist womanhood.
"Then you clearly don't know enough about me, Amy." Punk said, a fine mix of pleasure and dominance seeping out of his mouth. His hard cock had already delved into Lita's tight walls, stretching her taut heat.
Moaning like the raunchy redhead she always had been, Lita was eager to bounce up and down the hard length that was penetrating her wet cunt. She was enjoying this experience, but…there was still a small little part of her that wondered why Dean was here, and not jerking off in the corner. Little did Lita know that question would soon be answered.
"Lick Lita's pussy, Dean! Lick it like the hungry little hound you are. Get that pussy soaked on my big cock!" So that was why Dean was on a collar…anyway, that wasn't important. That thought was quickly shoved to the back of Lita's mind, once she felt what she (correctly) assumed to be Dean's tongue lap against her labia.
Dean wasted no time in following orders. Again, he was no submissive man, but on this occasion, he could make an exception. Wasn't like he'd be submissive to Punk for long, anyway.
Dean's tongue darted in and out of Lita's already moist feminine tunnel, occasionally brushing past the thick girth of Punk's cock, pleasuring them both simultaneously. Dean was zealous with the movement of his tongue, swift in lashing it against both Punk and Lita's genitalia, like a hungry little puppy; hungry for a response from the others.
Lita could feel the amount of pleasure surging inside of her building at a dramatically quick pace. As if Punk's phallus wasn't enough to endure; Dean's lashing tongue had only added to the seemingly never-ending pleasure Lita felt inside of her wet womanhood.
Judging by Lita's moans, Punk guessed Dean was doing a good job of cunnilingus. Well by the satisfied moans that left Lita's lips, but also by how damn perfect Dean's tongue felt, swiping past the veins on the underbelly of Punk's shaft. Dean was doing a pretty perfect job of oral servicing, if Punk could say so himself.
Alternating his focus between Lita's damp cunt and Punk's hard dick, Dean was focused on earning a climax from one of them…or possibly even both.
Fortunately for Dean, what he wanted to earn so badly was exactly what he would get: a climax. A powerful, mind-shattering climax. The man's tongue frequently darted in and out of the loosening wet passage, feeling its quivering grow more notable each time, until that passage could take no more. Letting out a pitchy moan that would make a Soprano envious, Lita could feel herself cumming; her juices flooding out of her vagina, eagerly filling Dean's hungry mouth.
"Shit." Punk was almost in sheer astonishment. The way that Lita, for once, was at a loss for words was incredible. She had rarely ever been silenced the way she was now. Dean definitely deserved a treat for this. "Fuck her pussy, Dean. Fill that wet twat of hers."
What? Lita may have been in an orgasm induced stupor, but she hadn't lost all sense of reality. She heard the question and was sent almost immediately into a state of disbelief. She was going to voice her confusion…had it not been for the cock that mercilessly accessed her opening.
This was by far the best order Punk had ever given him. What was better than a free, wet pussy? The answer?
Nothing. Especially now that the shitty cock ring was thrown carelessly to the floor, and those cuffs were no longer on him. Those handcuffs were starting to irritate Dean just as much as the cock ring.
The feeling of bliss that came from stuffing an already filled cunt was plentiful. Feeling his hard shaft rub against Punk's was blissful. Making Lita even wetter than she was before (if that was even possible) was blissful. Knowing that he'd soon cum inside that cunt was blissful. Everything was blissful, and Dean was certain there wouldn't be a damn thing that'd spoil his mood.
Lita was just in shock at this all! Out of all the things she could possibly expect to happen tonight, this was perhaps the least likely event out of anything else the redhead could think of. Not that she was protesting, or anything…as hesitant as she was to experience this, Lita hadn't felt as much pleasure in a few years as she did in this one night.
Never had Lita been this wet before. Never had Lita been this stuffed before (even during the days of The Hardy Boyz and Rated-RKO). Dean and Punk thrusting alternatively, establishing a flaw-free rhythm with their rapid movements in and out of her heat; her quivering, soaking wet heat.
The hands of the horny men were roaming everywhere on Lita's body. Punk's hands focused on the upper-half of his lover's body, mainly grabbing her bountiful bosom, making sure to rub a finger of his against each of Lita's erect nipples. Dean's hands were left to focus on the lower-half, rubbing Lita's jiggling derriere, occasionally smacking those cheeks with his powerful palms.
Both Dean and Punk could feel their climaxes approaching. Lita could feel it too. The pulsating of the shafts hitting her g-spot became notable to a point where it was near impossible not to notice the heavily throbbing cocks, about to burst any second now.
The two men plunged deep inside Lita's core once more…twice more…and then they came. Their essence surged deep into Lita's insides, spilling their seed inside her loosened pussy.
Yep. Both of them. Cumming inside Lita's womanhood. Without Punk's permission. Well, if Dean wanted to not follow orders, then there would be consequences, as Punk would soon state to the leader of The Shield.
"Dean? You just came inside Lita's pussy, right?" Punk asked, eventually putting a stop to groping his girlfriend.
"Yep."
"Thought so." Punk could feel Dean withdraw from Lita's wet heat. Perfect timing. "You can lick Lita's pussy again. Get all of your cum out of my girlfriend's hole…and make sure to pulverise the Tooth Fairy tonight." It was good having back-up. Especially when said back-up was a hound of justice.
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This is definitely one of the kinkier chapters, that's for sure, haha^^ But that's pretty much to be expected, whenever Dean Ambrose is involved ;)
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~ Corey Graves (Top)/Jake Carter (Bottom)/Layla (Versatile) (Requested by KJ-Slashbug)
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~ Adrian Neville (Versatile)/Charlotte (Bottom)/Corey Graves (Versatile)/Sheamus (Top) (Requested by me)
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