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Day of Event - July 25th 2013
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Damn. The brightness of the sunlight that lurked through the curtains…the intense pounding in his head…the feeling of two sweaty naked bodies surrounding his…just damn.
Waking up to this feeling may have been pretty usual to Corey, but it wasn't always a good one. Especially in this case, since he didn't have a damn clue about what happened last night.
Rubbing his head, Corey looked at the two people, curious to see who they were this time. On his left was a brunette woman, perhaps Layla or Tamina. On his right…ugh. That face was too familiar for Corey to forget. Jake Carter, Corey's ex-partner. No wonder Corey was in such a state. Probably drunk a shit load of alcohol last night.
Corey needed answers about what happened last night. Quickly. He wanted to make sure he didn't do any regrettable shit.
Shaking the woman gently, Corey would finally realise who the woman was. Layla. At least it wasn't Tamina. A night with her was probably more intense than Corey could handle. That thought was quickly shoved to the back of Corey's mind, instead continuing to gently shake the British beauty behind him. "Lay! Lay!" He whispered, hoping that was enough to get her up.
Initially, it seemed hopeless, judging by the state Layla remained in. But, after moments of dedication and shaking, Layla had finally awoke, her eyes barely managing to open. "Corey?" The tone was rough and hoarse, but it was early in the fucking morning, and Layla needed to catch up on her sleep. "Wha…what is it?"
"What the hell happened last night?"
"I'll…I'll tell you in the morning. Lemme get my sleep." All seemed well. Layla's head hitting that pillow. It looked like Corey was going to give Layla the sleep she needed. It was a shame when he went back to shaking her.
"Don't you dare! Tell me everything, Layla."
Groaning at this man's determination to wake her, Layla sadly knew she wasn't going to get any more sleep. She decided to give up, because that was the only option she had left (or at least, the only option her sleep craving mind could think of). "Fine! But let me fully awake first."
"If that's gonna get you to spill about last night, then fine. I need to brush my teeth anyway." Hopping out of the bed, he could feel Layla's eyes practically bore a hole into his backside. "What? Not like you haven't seen me naked before."
"Doesn't mean I can't stare at that body of yours." Even when tired, Layla had to admit that Corey had a nice ass on him. That bubble butt of his was nice and firm. Layla could stare at that ass for days on end and not get tired of the view. She would have continued to gaze at that Corey's ass, if it weren't for that ass heading inside the hotel's bathroom.
Well, at least she still had Jake and his bubble butt to gaze at. Rubbing her eyes and turning to the other side, she was quick to mentally note how adorable he looked asleep. "Jake…Jakey." The woman cooed, but the only response she had gotten was unintelligible mumbling. Layla tried again, but no luck. Trying a different, more risky method, Layla's dainty palms would rub against Jake's scrotum.
The unintelligible mumbling quickly turned to elongated mewls. That was something Layla could understand. "Come on, hon. Wake up Jakey." Upon those words reaching his earlobes (and feeling a cold breeze brush past his balls, as Layla's warm palm had no longer kept it warm), Jake's eyes opened, his vision quickly coming to him.
"What time is it?" Jake said, a little groggily. Why the fuck was it so bright out there? Why the fuck was somebody waking him up this early in the damn morning? Why did he have such a strong pounding in his head?
"Don't ask me. This room doesn't have any clocks." At least the woman who was in the bed with him was easy on the eyes. Jake Carter was used to pulling hot chicks; this one being no exception. "About time you're up."
"Can't help if I like my sleep." The blonde said, smirking, trying to peek at Layla's naked body. "Were you sober last night?"
"A lot more than you were." And also far more sober than Corey. Layla chuckled. The best part about it was that these boys didn't even know how freaky they got with each other, when intoxicated.
"So…what exactly did we do last night?" Layla could tell he was oblivious to Corey's presence in the hotel room. Boy would he be in for a shock, seeing a naked Corey Graves come out of the bathroom.
"I think a better question would be, what didn't we do?" Layla purred, her fingers roaming around Jake's pecs.
"Why don't you…show me what we did do?" Jake said, moaning when Layla's nails smoothly traversed down his body.
"That can be arranged, doll." Layla kissed Jake's cheek, wrapping her leg around his waist. She just couldn't wait for Corey to get out of the damn bathroom and join in. Oh yes…he would join in…and he would make this even more amazing.
Speaking of the former delinquent, he had just done finished brushing his teeth. The sound of the cold water (not that Jake heard) had dwindled, until there was no sound at all. Coming back into the bedroom, Corey was a little shocked to see Jake awake, let alone getting intimate with Layla.
Smirking, he knew this meant instant sex, and Corey wasn't going to pass that up (even if it was with Jake, of all people).
"So you two have already started without me, huh?" Jake almost jumped off the bed, once he heard Corey's voice. Holy shit. Where the fuck did Corey come from?
"Whoa! Where the fuck did you come from?!"
"The bathroom." Corey said, dripping nonchalance as he spoke. "You seem shocked."
"No! I'm totally not fucking surprised that you came from out of nowhere!"
"The bathroom, actually. Don't really listen, do you, Carter?"
"Not the point!"
"Hon, shhh." Layla placed a finger on Jake's lips, soothing him almost instantly. "I'll tell you what happened last night." Looking back at the former convict, Layla motioned for him to join them, which Corey wasted no time doing.
Jumping into the bed, Corey quickly huddled up with Layla, forcing the woman into being the middle of a man sandwich (not that Layla minded; it was perhaps one of her more preferred type of sandwiches).
Purring like a satisfied kitten, Layla's hands roamed down the two bodies surrounding her, groping their shafts as a reward for this intimate position. "You two know how to make a lady happy."
"I also know how to get some information out of a horny little slut." Corey smirked, rubbing Layla's vulva (and also unintentionally brushing past the underbelly of Jake's cock) in response to feeling his cock harden under a feminine influence.
"Get off my dick, Graves!" Jake said, putting any sign of pleasure to an abrupt halt, as he was reminded of his former friend's presence.
"You're actually complaining about somebody touching your cock? That's a first."
"Boys!" Layla yelled, her impatience quickly filling the atmosphere. She could handle them talking while they pleasured her. But they weren't. Corey stopped rubbing Layla's clit, and Jake stopped moaning as Layla stroked his cock. She didn't want to be ignored. She wanted the attention; she wanted it all on her. "I'm here, so your eyes should be on me!"
"And I thought Jake was a Diva." Corey inaudibly huffed. "Relax, babe. My eyes were already on you."
"Good. That's the way it should be." Layla said, pecking Corey on the cheek, before quickly groping his ass. Layla chuckled, hearing the shocked gasp emitted from Corey. "Charlotte wanted me to do that for her, hon."
"Charlotte? She wasn't at the club."
"Yes, she was, doll."
"Then why isn't she in this bed with us?"
"Because Ric had asked to see her? Don't know why." Now that Layla mentioned it, Corey did vaguely remember seeing a blonde woman at the club. It was probably Charlotte…
Jake Carter, Corey Graves, Layla and Charlotte; three of whom were dancing like the drunken buffoons they currently were, occasionally grinding against each other. Only Charlotte was the sober one, awkwardly dancing by herself, chuckling at the antics going on beside her.
As Corey sloppily humped Jake's knee, Layla was doing…the sprinkler? That was what it looked like, anyway. It was funny, seeing what a lot of alcoholic beverage really did to a person's system.
The time had quickly flied by. Charlotte didn't realise how much fun she was having with the intoxicated trio; not until she felt a tap on her shoulder. Looking behind, Charlotte's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Dad?!" The woman said, gasping in shock. "Am I in trouble, or anything?"
"No, no dear. Nothing like that. I just need to go back to the hotel. Mind coming back with me? Need help carrying my bags."
"Oh sure, sure." Charlotte nodded her head, watching her dad leave, before she looked at Layla. It'd be much easier speaking to her, the least intoxicated of the three, than Jake and Corey, who were doing something practically indescribable. "Layla!"
"Yeahhh?" The Brit slurred, alcohol escaping her breath. Charlotte caught a strong stench of it after the question had been posed.
"I gotta go and help my Dad! I'll see you soon!"
"Byeeeeeee dollllllll!" Layla said, giggling for no apparent reason as Charlotte left, leaving the trio to get back to their antics.
…Might have been Charlotte? Who knows? Corey didn't pay much attention to the blonde woman in the club. "Meh. You're point is?"
"That you shouldn't take your eyes off of me."
"And that relates to Charlotte, how?"
"Don't get sassy with me, mister!" Layla said, pointing a finger at Corey's face. "Do you want my pussy or not?"
"I could survive without it." Corey said, chuckling at Layla's reaction.
"Fine! Have fun with Jake's cock!" Layla said, her attention now fully on Carter. "Wanna eat me out, hon?"
"It'd be my pleasure, babe." Jake smirked. Corey's loss was his gain. Jake quickly moved down the bed, allowing Layla to straddle his face; her labium barely hovering above his lips.
As expected, the pretty boy wasted no time in getting to work; his tongue eager to pleasure. "That's good, baby. Keep on eating me, doll!" Layla grinned, one hand flicking her brunette locks to one side; the other clutching her breast, already feeling the pleasure surge deep inside her body.
What Layla didn't expect was the pleasure to continue building. Sure, Jake's tongue delved deeper into her womanhood, but that didn't drive her crazy. No. What drove Layla crazy was what was happening in front of her very eyes: Corey Graves jerking off Jake Carter.
"Whoa!" Layla gasped, a little unsure of whether that was from the sheer pleasure that lapped away at her vagina, or the shock of seeing a convict (an attractive convict) stroke the cck of a pretty boy. "When did you get so nasty?"
"You think this is nasty?" Corey chuckled, especially when Layla nodded her head (too pleasured to even form a sentence). "Should've seen the shit I had to deal with in prison." Pumping his fist up and down the phallic length at a faster pace, Corey could feel Jake rock his hips up and down, reacting to Corey's sensual strokes.
This threesome quickly heightened in intensity. Layla could feel Jake's tongue ravenously explore her core, going deeper and deeper inside of her in just seconds. Layla could see that Corey's handjob would eventually evolve to a far more pleasurable blowjob.
Corey would briefly suck on the head of Jake's phallic length, before engulfing more of it, clamping his lips once he reached the base of Jake's cock. Corey wouldn't waste time with the whole teasing bullshit. He wasn't going to lick the shaft like a timid little bitch, or suck on the tip for five minutes. He was going straight for the kill, deepthroating the entire length in the first couple of tries.
Jake certainly wasn't expecting this from Corey. In all the time they had teamed together, Corey hadn't once went down on Jake. This was a damn good change. Maybe if Corey did this more often, Jake wouldn't think of the former criminal so lowly.
Alternating between bucking his hips and penetrating with his tongue, Jake Carter was managing to react to the oral pleasure given to him, and also give oral pleasure of his own simultaneously. Now this was what all of Jake Carter's should have consisted of.
Layla felt herself clutch her breast harder and harder, as Jake's tongue eventually found her g-spot. Her string of words had suddenly become a lot more incomprehensible; lust dripping out of her mouth, whenever she spoke incoherently. Never before did she feel this amount of pleasure; especially so early in the morning.
Little did Layla expect her body to almost convulse on the spot, looking at what Corey had planned next.
Taking the wet, erect shaft out of his mouth, Corey smirked, an idea quickly popped into his head. He was still going to provide Jake pleasure (because he was nice like that), but it was going to be a far more pleasurable experience than just a blowjob.
Quickly lubricating his cock with spit, Corey would part Jake's thighs, allowing him to gain access to the baby pink hole. Knowing damn well how much Jake would adore this, Corey inserted the tip of his dick inside the man's hole, letting that hole quickly swallow up the rest of Corey's hard length.
Feeling Jake's slutty little moans send vibrations inside of her body, Layla felt herself shudder. This was so hot…so nasty. Layla could feel her juices pour out of her, quickly getting lapped up by the eager tongue that fucked her pussy.
Nothing could add to the pleasure that penetrated Layla's womanhood. Even rubbing her nipple didn't make a difference. The Brit was feeling all the bliss she could handle; her juices continuing to gush out of her like a fountain, which Jake certainly wasn't going to protest about.
Jake also wasn't going to protest about the feeling of pleasure in his anal passage; the same place where Corey thrusted deep in and out at a rapid speed. Despite the ill feelings Jake held against Corey, he couldn't deny how gifted the man was at sex. Corey did always know how Jake liked rough sex.
Squeezing Jake's thighs, Corey used that vice-like grip to add to the intensity of his thrusts. The pace quickened; Corey could feel himself begin to frequently hit Jake's prostate.
The visuals…the tongue-fucking…the moisture…Layla had enough of this teasing! She wanted to feel the pleasure that Jake was feeling. She wanted to feel her hole filled with cock. She wanted to get fucked silly, and she wanted that now!
Hopping off Jake's face, Layla crawled over to Corey, pushing him to the edge of the bed. "You better get real nasty hon, because I need to get fucked." Purring like a sex kitten, Layla was about to pounce on Corey…had it not been for the cough that snapped the Englishwoman out of her seductive state.
"What about me?" The second-generation stud asked impatiently.
"What about you?"
"My hole! I need something inside me as well!"
"And you call yourself a chick magnet." Corey chuckled, even when Jake scowled at him.
"If it'll shut you up, then fine." Layla said, rolling to the side of the bed, so she could access the drawers. Opening them, Layla whipped out a black dildo; something that caused Jake and Corey's eyes to widen almost comically. "Yep; this was used last night." Layla giggled, rolling back to the two naked men, this time with sex toy in hand. "And it's about to get used again, doll. Get on all fours."
Although still in disbelief, Jake did as he was told, his knees and palms touching the bed; his ass sticking up in the air. Layla could see how much damage Corey did to that hole.
Getting herself into the same position Jake was in, Layla would ram the thick length inside Jake's hole; the pleasure swiftly returning to the man who craved this feeling of ecstasy.
"Two sluts are always better than one." With a shit-eating smirk, Corey would chuckle again, before ramming his throbbing length inside Layla. His only priority was to find Layla's g-spot before he climaxed.
Layla jolted in shock, not expecting Corey to suddenly intrude to her damp cunt. The rhythm she was close to establishing had already been ruined; unintentionally shoving the whole toy inside Jake's pucker.
Biting down on the pillow, Jake tried to hold back screaming, unsure of whether it would be in pain or pleasure. The latter seemed to be the more likely idea, as Jake would then start to rock back, feeling the black cock delve deeper inside of him.
Turns out Layla wouldn't have to do much work after all. She could just remain where she was, and everything would be getting done for her. Corey used all his remaining energy to hammer away at her loosening pussy, while Jake fucked himself on Layla's toy. This was Layla's favourite type of sex. Why work hard to pleasure others, when others could just work hard to pleasure you?
Seeing Jake's thick globes of flesh jiggle in front of her eyes was arousing beyond words. Hearing Jake's raunchy moans of satisfaction was also arousing beyond words. Getting to witness Jake's hole stretch was something else that was arousing beyond words. Right now, Jake Carter was a fucking sex kitten; just how Layla wanted him to be.
Jake Carter may have been a sex kitten, but he was a sex kitten who was about to cum. His moans heightened in pitch and in lust. His body would rock back and forth more enthusiastically, until that moment of bliss soon burst. His climax would now occur; cum shooting from his piss-slit, coating a portion of the bed with his white substance.
Hearing those moans (as well as Layla's) would soon set Corey over the edge. After thankfully being able to locate and hit Layla's sweet spot a few times, Corey would roar, signifying his end, as his semen surged deep inside Layla's womanhood. Good thing all the Divas were on birth control; Corey would have impregnated nearly every Diva otherwise.
Although Layla hadn't felt the same intense pleasure that these hot studs had got to feel, she didn't mind ending this session of sex now. She could always finish off, later. Whether that be with these two again or some other person, Layla would make sure she receive the attention that she rightfully deserved. Nothing beat the feeling of knowing that all eyes would be on you.
"So…you studs wanna know what happened last night?" Both of the men nodded, causing Layla to grin. "Well…once you two had gotten wasted and in my bed…you both became my flawless little hussies." Yep. Nothing beat the feeling of knowing that all eyes would be on you, much like they were on Layla right now.
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Well this is at a pretty bad timing (as usual, haha), seeing as how Jake Carter had recently got released. First Trent Barreta (if he really counts), then Briley Pierce and now Carter?
Here's what's coming your way next:
~ 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)
~ AJ Lee (Versatile)/Brad Maddox (Versatile)/CM Punk (Bottom) (Requested by ColorPuro)
~ Cameron (Bottom)/Dean Ambrose (Top)/Seth Rollins (Versatile) (Requested by Dean'sDeadlySin)
~ John Cena (Bottom)/Nikki Bella (Top)/Randy Orton (Top) (Requested by Waldron82)
~ Darren Young (Top)/Maria Menounos (Bottom)/Titus O'Neil (Versatile) (Requested by wwedivawanker)
~ Justin Gabriel (Bottom)/JoJo (Bottom)/Randy Orton (Top) (Requested by phoenix360)
~ AJ Lee (Bottom)/Dean Ambrose (Versatile)/Dolph Ziggler (Top) (Requested by MissConfused17)
~ Conor O'Brian (Top)/Paige (Versatile)/Rick Victor (Bottom) (Requested by The Wyatt Family's Bitch)
~ Fandango (Versatile)/Justin Gabriel (Versatile)/Summer Rae (Bottom) (Requested by MiniBatman)
And no more requests, y'all!