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Day of Event - November 6th 2013
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"Evil had never looked so good." Those were words Jerry Lawler would use to describe the smirking figures of Summer Rae and Sasha Banks, standing together with nothing but evil schemes in their minds.
Summer and Sasha would cackle with malice, as both women came up with ways to humiliate Bayley. They had considered practically every idea in the book: spreading malicious rumours that would make Bayley cry, breaking every one of her headbands and recording it; even throwing paint at her was an idea considered by the BFFs. None could compare, however, to the most humiliating experience of them all; having your best friend stab you in the back in front of a global audience.
"I'll get Bayley alone, so you can try and persuade Charlotte to join us. Then Bayley will learn never to be a nuisance to the BFFs ever again!" Summer cackled, knowing Sasha was too obedient to disobey anything she said. She was the perfect pawn for Summer; hopefully Charlotte would be just as good to use.
"Girl, whatever you say. That look on Bayley's face is gonna be so priceless!" Sasha joined in the session of cackling, stopping just after Summer would stop.
"Exactly, so let's get to it! We'll meet in my locker room once we're both done." Once Sasha nodded, the two devious developmental Divas would depart, determined to humiliate poor, innocent Bayley.
Sashaying through the corridors, Summer would strut her stuff with nothing but confidence, and if this plan of hers worked (and in her mind, that was going to happen), then she had every damn reason to be confident. Gaining Bayley's trust would be like snatching candy from a toddler; as long as there was nothing that could get in Summer's way.
Upon opening the door to Bayley's locker room, the long-legged blonde didn't expect to see Bayley with company. She didn't even know Bayley had actual friends! Then again, Corey Graves and Dean Ambrose? Were they really the type of guys who would befriend someone like Bayley? Apparently so, judging by what Summer would see before her.
"Since when the hell did you not know to knock?" Dean snarled at the sour-faced blonde bombshell of NXT.
"I don't need to knock to see a friend of mine." Summer scoffed, walking closer to the trio. "What the hell are you two doing naked?!" That was perhaps more a shock than anything. She didn't expect Bayley (who was clothed) to be standing around with a duo of nude men. "And aren't you supposed to be with your little Shield buddies?" The blonde scoffed once again, setting her sights on Ambrose.
"What? You think we're joined at the hip? Sorry to break it to you toots, but we don't have to spend every minute of the day with each other."
"Whatever." Rolling her eyes, Summer turned her attention to Corey, who looked just as unimpressed as Dean. "And aren't you supposed to be in prison, or something?"
"I dunno. Aren't you supposed to be sucking Dusty off for a push?" That unimpressed look on Corey's face quickly turned to a smirk, just from Summer's dramatic reaction to the former convict's reply.
"Excuse me?!" Summer's face looked like the exact definition of disgust, horrified from what Corey had just sardonically asked. "I have standards, you know. Very, very high standards!"
"So high you have to aim for a dancing sex-addict?" Corey said, inching closer to the woman. "You're probably desperate for a fuck too, if you're anything like Fandango."
"I am plenty like my beau, and we are not sex addicts-Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Summer gasped, looking down to see Corey nimbly rub her cunt, confined by her panties.
"Exactly what it looks like. Now shut up." Corey wasn't in the mood for Summer's sass. He was horny and he wanted to have sex. That was the whole reason him and Dean were chatting to Bayley in the first place, and it would have worked out perfectly as well, had Summer not been a nuisance and interrupted. Fortunately for Summer, an orgy was acceptable with Corey.
"M-Mr. Ambrose? What are Corey and Summer doing?" Bayley asked inquisitively; too innocent to know what promiscuous act was transpiring between Corey and Summer.
"Having fun, Bayley. That's what they're doing."
"Oooh! Can I have fun as well?"
Perfect. She fell into Dean's trap hook, line and sinker. "Be a good girl and sit on the floor, then we'll see." The leader of The Shield grinned as Bayley swiftly sat on the floor, spreading her legs slightly in anticipation. "Perfect, toots. Just perfect." Lying next to her, Dean's fingers would roam up the woman's body, reaching her covered womanhood in a matter of seconds.
"O-Oh god, Mr. A-Ambrose!" Bayley stuttered, throwing her dainty head back as Dean's digits dexterously rubbed up and down her moistening clit, making her feel very uncomfortable in the articles of clothing attached to her body. "M-My underwear's starting t-to feel all g-gooey…" That was accompanied by a blush, as Bayley felt sheepish for saying what she just said.
"Then take your damn panties off and lemme get that gooey pussy squirting like a fucking fountain." Dean was way too horny to remember (and care about) the innocence and childlike nature of Bayley, and Bayley was too overwhelmed by the fingers running through her confined clit to say anything.
Although too overwhelmed by pleasure to speak, Bayley could still feel control of her body, taking off her clothes to allow Dean to provide her with more pleasure, as his fingers would swiftly ram inside Bayley's tight little pussy, eliciting satisfied mewls from the young woman.
"Yeah, you better like that." Dean drawled, filled with lust as his fingers darted in and out of Bayley's moistening womanhood, hearing Bayley's lustful cries as she felt the man penetrate in and out of her heat. "That's it. Moan like a bitch while I make that pussy nice and wet for my dick."
Summer's extravagant dress was now laying on the floor, not being given a second of thought, as Summer clutched her breast in utter bliss, as Corey ravenously lapped away at her pussy; his face buried in her thighs, tongue darting everywhere it could, from her puffy folds to inside the damp hole.
As much as Summer would have liked to insult Corey, she really couldn't. His tongue was too good to possibly insult, and dare she even think it, perhaps even better than Fandango's. Fandango was weird and kinky, but he was also a tease. Corey was the opposite; not wasting time when he could be getting down to the nitty gritty, tongue-fucking her like the ravenous man he was.
Despite initially finding Summer's presence nothing but irritable, Corey grew to like the long-legged woman…for her pussy, at least. Her pussy tasted sweet and succulent; just how he liked pussy to taste. Now Corey could get a brief idea as to why Summer was quite the dominant force in NXT.
Feeling the aroused blonde bombshell tug at his dark locks of hair, Corey could only take that a sign of how well he was doing (it did help that the tug was accompanied by a plethora of wanton mewls), as he kept his tongue thrusting in and out of Summer's wet pussy at the same swift pace, continuing to reel in moans of sheer lust from her, knowing how badly she wanted him right now.
And right now, Corey was craving more than just eating Summer's pussy, no matter how good it tasted on his tongue. His cock was hard, and he was simply ready to use it.
Slapping Summer's palms away from his hair, Corey shifted his body; his face closer to the blonde's, as he rammed his erection into her wet cunt, already earning gasps of lust from the shock intrusion into Summer Rae's pussy.
Corey could feel his cock quickly become absorbed inside Summer's damp passage, stretching the size of her womanhood with his thick girth. He let out a hoarse moan of pleasure from the waves of satisfaction rush through his body, callously kneading Summer's perky tits as he would proceed to establish a quick-paced rhythm when thrusting in and out of her loosening vagina.
Through the corner of her eye, Bayley could see all the fun that her "new friend" was having with Corey; Summer's moans of sheer ecstasy quickly racing into Bayley's ears. The impressionable young Diva quickly grew to want the type of pleasure Summer wanted. Dean's fingers were good, but she wanted more than what she was given.
"M-Mr. Ambrose? I-I-I want what M-Miss S-Summer's getting." Barely managing to spit that out without stuttering, Bayley could see Dean glance over at the action transpiring next to him, grinning as soon as he laid eyes on the erotic sight.
"Heh. I thought you'd never ask." The leader of The Shield grinned like the horny being he was, rapidly rubbing Bayley's damp clitoris for another moment or so, before pulling his fingers back from the wet heat, replacing those dexterous digits with something bigger and thicker.
Using his hands to spread Bayley's legs as far as they could go, Dean mercilessly shoved his hard cock inside the woman's tight heat, garnering pained and pleasured mewls simultaneously, from the powerful sensations penetrating past her vulva.
"M-Mr. Ambrose? Is t-this feeling normal?" The stuttering continued, but it's presence dropped as Bayley would find herself getting used to the lust that surrounded her, feeling the pain gradually dwindle out of her system.
"Sure." Dean didn't give a crap about Bayley's feelings, especially with the vague question she asked meekly. All he cared about was his own pleasure; getting to fuck an almost virgin-tight pussy. That was rare to come by in the WWE locker room, regardless of gender.
Not a word would be uttered by either Bayley or Dean; both too enthralled by this lustful encounter to even contemplate speaking. Dean would grunt every time he felt Bayley's walls clench on his dick, and Bayley would mew every time she felt the tip of Dean's cock locate her g-spot, hitting it with complete precision.
By now, the pain had diminished completely for Bayley, as Dean could hit her sweet spot and she wouldn't feel the slightest touch of anguish from it. The pain had faded out, allowing the pleasure inside of Bayley's body to continually expand, as Dean's large palms kneaded her breasts, brushing past her hardened nipples.
His hair was a mess, but like Bayley's emotions and feelings about this encounter, that was something Dean didn't give a crap about, too focused on pounding the wet pussy that clamped down hard against his moist cock. He briefly looked to the left to see that Corey was lustfully staring at him. That could only mean one thing, and who was Dean to deny a man of his pleasure? Instable he may have been, but not heartless.
The thin veil of air that separated Corey and Dean's lips was quickly broken, as both men engaged in a passionate kiss and a battle of dominance, to see which man would take control.
Whilst Bayley was too busy staring at the ceiling, not sure where else to look when feeling such immense joy rush through her body, Summer could clearly see Corey and Dean making out, moaning even louder from the homoerotic sight before her. This was arousing her to the point where she could feel a climax ready to happen at any moment, and an idea just popped into Summer's head on how she wanted to climax.
"Pull out you two! Pull out!" The screeching from Summer didn't earn much of a response from the duo of men, who continued to hammer away at the damp cunts with their throbbing cocks. It would have had to take something really persuasive to make Corey and Dean pull out of the pussies they were fucking. Good thing Summer knew how to get what she wanted. "You can both see girl-on-girl action if you two pull out."
That captured Corey and Dean's attention; both men pulling out within a few seconds. Girl-on-girl action was desirable to a vast majority of men, and evidently, Corey Graves and Dean Ambrose were no exceptions to that.
"Hey, Bayley." Summer cooed, crawling to the other woman, noticing her expression deflated a little, after feeling Dean suddenly withdraw from her wet heat. "Because we're friends, let me give you something only a friend can give; something better than those headbands that trashy Charlotte gave you." Making brief eye-contact at the grinning figures of Corey and Dean, Summer would swiftly look back at Bayley, running a finger up and down her trembling heat.
The dainty finger rubbing her pussy lips made Bayley shake, unable to keep still as she was teased through such pleasure. The naïve Diva moaned at a pitch so high she didn't even know humans could make such noises, and although the childlike quality in her was fascinated by such a detail, Bayley's focus was more on trying to survive the onslaught of pleasure that now penetrated through her wet cunt.
"That's it, Bayley! Take it!" Summer said that more as an order than with sincerity, but nobody in the room really cared about how Summer spoke; as all eyes were focusing on Summer's skilful fingers rhythmically darting in and out of Bayley's moist pussy, occasionally slapping Bayley's fleshy folds when Summer wasn't finger-fucking the younger woman.
Bayley wasn't able to endure such an overwhelming quantity of ecstasy in her body for much longer, letting out a vociferous cry as she felt her womanly essence squirt out of her womanhood, launching past Summer's slender digits and hitting the floor, nearly making contact with Dean and Corey's flesh; the cum gushed that far out of Bayley's heat.
"Now, Bayley, since we're friends, why don't you repay the favour and help me out?" Just so Bayley got the message crystal clear, Summer parted her thighs wide enough for Corey and Dean to easily see, even if they were at quite a far distance away.
"O-Okay." Bayley moved closer to Summer, feeling her cheeks turn to a shade of pink when she was just idle, not really understanding what exactly Summer wanted from her. "S-Summer? W-What do you want me to d-do?"
"Something!" The blonde woman snapped, feeling her own pussy quiver, nearing a climax. "Just make me cum already!"
"Use that tongue of yours to lick the bitch's pussy, Bayley." Dean smirked, slowly stroking his own cock, as Corey did the same, albeit occasionally eyeing Dean up.
"Hey, don't call me that!" Summer responded with a sour face. "And what are you doing, exactly? I want you and Corey to have sex! That's the least you two should do for me."
"Is it now, princess?" The smirk on Dean's face grew at Summer's order. "And what exactly makes you think I'm gonna follow your orders."
"Nothing, but you are gonna follow mine." The response came from Corey, as he straddled Dean, keeping him pinned to the ground, no longer able to just stare at the man. "I'm fucking horny and I wanna cum, so just stay down and don't ruin this for me."
"Slut." Dean said, accompanied by a chuckle. That would be the last word to come out from either man's lips, as Dean's cock would get absorbed into Corey's tight pink pucker, earning moans of arousal from both men.
The duo of men would continue to moan at a higher volume, although their moans would soon be outmatched by the almost impossibly high-pitched, high-volume screech of ecstasy from Summer, as she felt Bayley's tongue suddenly stab deep inside her damp cunt, wasting no time in getting straight to work.
"Yeah! That's fucking hot!" Corey moaned, barely managing to keep his masculinity when he spoke, as he zealously bounced up and down Dean's pulsating dick, feeling the man's cock ready to ejaculate at the same time as his own erection. "Eat that fucking cunt, Bayley! Make the slutty princess cum!"
"You're a chatty little whore, aren't you?" Dean said, feeling his pubic hair brush against Corey's jiggling buttocks, as the former's bulbous tip frequently rubbed against the latter's sweet spot. "Riding a big dick and talking at the same time; you're more of a whore than I thought you were, Graves."
"Shut the fuck up and keep fucking me, motherfucker!" The obscenities poured out of Corey's mouth, as he felt bliss hit him in the prostate again and again, not sure how much longer he would last in this battle to delay the inevitable. It would only take a few further moments for Corey to realise that the battle he was in would soon reach its end, as white shot out of his piss-slit, splattering over the floor.
Dean wasn't so far behind, feeling Corey continue to fervently ride his dick as if he were a jockey riding his horse. Corey may have been a dominant son of a bitch most of the time, but when he was submissive, boy was he just so damn perfect! Dean couldn't ask for a better, tighter slut than Corey. Stretching the size of the ex-convict's hole was a feeling beyond anything that words could describe.
Striking at Corey's sweet spot one last time, Dean let out a domineering roar, filling Corey's loosened heat with his thick, gooey cum. Corey was just as good a cum dumpster as he was a fuck, and that was a damn good compliment!
Summer, although the last of the four to cum, was certainly not forgotten about. Not with that scream of hers. Whenever Bayley's tongue managed to hit her g-spot, Summer would let of a scream that could shatter glass in an instant. It was nearly enough to disturb Corey and Dean, if they weren't so consumed by the lust that filled the atmosphere.
Running a hand through her long, blonde locks, Summer's plan to humiliate Bayley was forgotten about, as the long-legged bombshell could feel her legs shake from the sensations penetrating in and out of her wet pussy. Maybe Bayley was somebody Summer could use, whenever she and Fandango aren't able to see each other. Bayley would be easy enough a pawn to manipulate into doing whatever Summer wanted; especially something as enjoyable as this.
Bayley loved every passing second of this, just as much as Summer did, tongue-fucking Summer's quivering hole. It was so sweet; like a fresh strawberry (one of Bayley's favourite fruits). Bayley could just nibble away at Summer's pussy for days, treating it as if it were a strawberry.
The young, impressionable Diva definitely preferred Summer's pussy to a strawberry, however. One of the main reasons for this was happening now, as cum raced from Summer's feminine passage, surging into Bayley's orifice. Swallowing what rushed inside her mouth, Bayley adored the bitter taste of Summer's climax, only because of how perfect a contrast it was to the sweetness of her rosebud.
Once Bayley had swiftly swallowed every drop of Summer's release, the brunette lifted her head up to make eye-contact with the blonde, forgetting about Corey and Dean's presence in the room. "S-Summer? W-Was that good?"
"Of course." Summer grinned, actually being genuine on this rare occasion. The grin of sincerity, however, soon turned into one of malice, as Summer was able to think properly again. "Say, Bayley, why don't I show you something that only us BFFs can see? Would you like that?" Summer didn't need to ask twice, as Bayley rapidly nodded her head, excited to see what Summer had in mind. "Good girl. Well, first I think you should prove yourself worthy." And so, Summer shoved Bayley's head back down against her labia.
It didn't take long for Bayley to get the message. This was so much cooler than a headband!
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Little did Bayley know not to trust Summer and her scheming ways^^ At least she got some fun out of it though, so her eventual betrayal wouldn't be all bad^^
Here's what's coming your way next:
~ Corey Graves (Versatile)/Jake Carter (Versatile)/JoJo (Bottom) (Requested by KJ-Slashbug)
~ CM Punk (Versatile)/Kaitlyn (Versatile)/Randy Orton (Versatile) (Requested by batwolfgirl)
~ AJ Lee (Bottom)/Roman Reigns (Versatile)/Sheamus (Versatile) (Requested by qwzky . co)
~ Dean Ambrose (Top)/Eva Marie (Bottom)/Roman Reigns (Versatile)/Seth Rollins (Versatile) (Requested by Phoenix360)
~ Big E Langston (Top)/Dolph Ziggler (Bottom)/R-Truth (Top)/Renee Young (Bottom)/Xavier Woods (Top)
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