;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

Day of Event - January 13th 2014

;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

Randy Orton was in an absolutely foul mood tonight. Not to ever say he was really in a good mood, ever since he once again returned to possessing his notoriously antagonistic, vicious character with a cold, calculated mindset. But losing to Kofi Kingston; before his match against Cena at the Royal Rumble? That only heightened the viciousness of Orton's character, making him even more unpredictable and uncontrolled when it came to interacting with him.

Storming over to Triple H's office, Randy was ready to break something; to break anything or anyone that stood in his way of getting to the COO of the WWE. He was ready to mentally explode at any point, and having Hunter guarantee a rematch between him and Kofi next week on RAW was going to be the only thing that would calm Orton down.

But, as he arrived at the CEO's office, Randy was in for a shock upon bursting into the room unannounced. His eyes widened, as he saw Triple H laying naked on the desk, as his wife, also naked, was positioned above his body, orally servicing him, as he orally serviced her.

At least, that was what they were doing, until they realised they had unwanted company.

"What the hell are you doing here, Randy?" Stephanie barked, looking up at him with narrowed eyebrows. "Don't you have the decency to knock first?"

"Don't you talk to me about decency, when you and your husband are sixty-nining on the damn table!" Orton stormed over to the married couple, with a scowl. "I demand you two give me a rematch with Kofi! That stupid, stupid asshole won by a damn fluke!"

"You wanna talk about stupid assholes, Randy? Who's the man stupid enough to throw a temper tantrum in the middle of the ring, after losing cleanly to his opposition? Who's the asshole who assaulted an innocent man in the crowd? You want to get a rematch, Randy?" Even though Stephanie moved away from her husband's body, she leaned as close as she could to Orton, without making her wet vulva leave her husband's eager tongue. "Then earn it! Make me and my husband see enough reason to give you your rematch against Kofi."

"And how the hell am I meant to do that, you conniving bitch?"

"You can start by not calling me a bitch in the future, Randy, unless you want me to ensure that your balls are handed to you on a plate."

"What the hell is that meant to mean, Stephanie?"

"If you're good, you won't have to find that out." Stephanie said, as an idea popped into her head. Moving away from the 69 that took place between her and her husband, Stephanie straddled Triple H's waist, allowing his cock to sink into her tight ass. Spreading her legs, Stephanie looked directly at the Viper. "You want that rematch, Randy? You want to walk out of the Royal Rumble as champion? Pleasure me! Stick your tongue in my pussy, Randy. Show me how bad you want that rematch, and to stay a champion."

Orton's anger evidently dwindled down, thanks to the sight of pussy. For a pussy hound like Randy, a woman spreading her legs always managed to reduce the amount of fury that bubbled inside of him. Not that it took any aggression he may have had away, but it did improve his mood. "Not the first time you begged me to take care of your pussy, Steph." Randy positioned his head between Stephanie's parted thighs, eager to munch away at the moist clit that had just been tongue-fucked by her husband.

"It also isn't the first time I've made you submit to me, Randy." Stephanie let out a satisfied moan, feeling her husband's cock dig deep inside her diminutive asshole, as Orton's tongue would begin to dart in and out of her damp cunt.

Part of what made this so erotic was that Randy's long, wet tongue neared contact with Triple H's naked flesh. Whenever Randy wasn't relentlessly ramming his tongue past Stephanie's clenching, feminine walls, he used the slithering organ to slap against Stephanie's puffy folds, occasionally trailing against the underside of Triple H's erection.

Alternating his focus between the power couple of the WWE, Randy spent his time orally pleasuring both, proving to them why he deserved to be the top face of the company. His tongue traversing around Stephanie's dampening insides; lapping up the sweet, nectar-like juices that almost managed to escape from her genitalia, before pulling out, switching to service the inch or two of Triple H's cock that wasn't completely buried inside Stephanie's ass.

Triple H was only vaguely aware of what was transpiring, considering how his wife's naked body obscured his view of Randy orally servicing them. But, despite him not having the best view of this encounter, it didn't stop the pleasure from running through his body, as Stephanie ardently bounced up and down his hard cock, as Triple H occasionally felt Randy flick his tongue against the former's fleshy length.

Grabbing his Stephanie's hips, Triple H started to take more control of the movement of his wife's body, ramming his big dick inside her when he felt like it, as opposed to letting her choose when his manhood would be buried inside of her. That, combined with the feeling of Randy's tongue occasionally lashing against the veins that bulged in his mentor's thick shaft.

Hitting his lover's g-spot, added to the pleasure he felt earlier when Stephanie slurped hungrily on his manhood, was starting to become too much for Triple H to handle any longer. As his eyes rolled into the back of his head, the COO of the WWE would soon feel the absolute summit of pleasure hit his loins for one final time, before feeling his thick, gooey essence surge inside his wife's loosened ass.

A smirk grew on Stephanie's face, knowing her husband had reached his limits; feeling his release fill her slackened heat. Helping Triple H to withdraw from her ass (a loud pop was audible once the cock escaped the tightness of Stephanie's anal passage), her glance never leaving Orton. "I think you've proven why we should keep you as WWE World Heavyweight Champion for a little longer. Why don't you suck my husband's cock; prove how bad you need that rematch against Kofi next week?"

"I'd rather do that than eat your pussy." Randy shot Stephanie a smug expression, as he opened his lips to accommodate Triple H's softening, masculine flesh inside his mouth.

Clamping down on his mentor's thick girth, Randy bobbed his head up and down, slobbering on the meaty dick that filled his orifice. Although Orton treated it unimportantly, he did acknowledge that he was doing the same thing right now than he was doing a decade ago; pleasuring his boss; catering to Triple H's needs and urges.

Without hassle, Orton managed to take in inch after inch of Triple H's manhood, yet he hadn't deepthroated the entire length until force was used; feeling feminine palms keep his head down on his mentor's dick. He could tell those feminine palms belonged to Stephanie; why she used her hands to physically force Randy to deepthroat her lover's member was something Randy was unaware of. All he knew about Stephanie was practically the same as what the WWE Universe knew about her: that she was a power-crazed bitch.

"Not bad, Randy." Stephanie smirked, keeping Randy's head against the base of her husband's loins. "I have to admit, despite your attitude, you're impressing me so far." The brunette businesswoman looked down at Randy, as he didn't even gag once, nestling his nose against the older man's thick hairs. "What about you, honey? Is Randy impressing you?"

"You bet your sweet ass he is, Steph." Running a hand through his head, Hunter moaned, feeling Randy orally worship his saliva-coated erection without any difficulty. "You can let the kid suck my cock now, Steph."

"What gave it away?"

"Those pretty little nails of yours." Hunter responded, just as Stephanie loosened her grip on Randy's head, allowing the younger man to service his mentor at his own pace.

Now that he had been given more freedom to pleasure the COO, Randy's tongue circled around Triple H's thick girth, as he continued to ravenously suck on Triple H's dick like it was a meaty lollipop, feeling it eventually start to throb inside his warm, wet orifice.

"You can stop now, Randy." Triple H grunted, as Randy's aqua blue eyes gazed intensely at him; his tongue flicking against the older man's engorged head, swiping any pre-cum that emerged from the slit. "Get Steph on my dick. I can tell she's aching for it."

"Oh, is that so?" Stephanie raised an eyebrow at her husband, allowing Randy to guide her body against her husband's, her flesh resting against his, before she could feel his cock once again sink inside her tight ass. "I think you want this more than I do, honey."

"If it helps you sleep at night, then I'm alright with you thinking that." Hunter moaned, feeling every inch of his throbbing dick delve inside Stephanie's stretched passage; surprised that it still managed to clench around his thick girth.

Now that he seemingly had no orders to fulfil, and he was presented with the exceptional view of Stephanie's moist pussy quivering with desire, Randy could feel his cock grow from flaccid to completely phallic in what felt like a split second. The tight, skimpy wrestling trunks were now confining his manhood from the cool breeze it so desperately needed.

Screw it! Randy Orton was a red-blooded American male; how else could he get turned on, with such an erotic display transpiring before his very eyes? Quickly removing the trunks that clung to his waist, Randy spat on his erection, jerking it with his saliva. He didn't know if there was lube present, and quite frankly, he didn't care either.

Grabbing his hard-on, Randy rammed his barely lubricated dick inside Stephanie's wet cunt without any remorse. He was horny; she was horny; it wasn't like Stephanie had anything to really complain about. He had heard all the stories about Stephanie's sex life, and even got himself involved in some of Stephanie's sexcapades. This was definitely tame compared to what the Billion Dollar Princess had done in the past.

Stephanie thought she felt pleasure before…it was doubled now that Randy was buried inside her womanhood. Feeling the two Evolution relentlessly hammer away at the slackening passages earned an ostensibly endless string of wanton moans from the daughter of Vince McMahon.

Randy and Triple H may have shared a notably vivid history with each other, but that didn't stop them from working well with each other, as they both timed their thrusts to perfection, wanting to give Stephanie nothing but the utmost pleasure, even if the two men had different motives for wanting to pleasure the veteran businesswoman.

Nonetheless, their ability to thrust with rhythmic perfection made Stephanie temporarily lose the ability to speak in even the slightest bit of English. The only sounds that came out of her mouth now were whimpers. That was what the dominant authority figure was reduced to, feeling Randy callously stab at her g-spot numerous times, and Triple H continue to force every inch of his pulsating member inside her ass.

There was no way in hell Stephanie was gonna be able to conceal her orgasm, feeling such a powerful onslaught of pleasure assault her holes. She didn't even try to conceal it; letting out a vociferous shriek, as her juices gushed out of her pussy, swiftly surging past Randy's throbbing shaft, trickling out of her folds and down her thighs.

Feeling the duo of dicks inside her throb erratically, Stephanie knew that the two powerful men were close to their climaxes, and she knew exactly where she'd like them to climax. "Cum on my tits! Please!" She didn't have to say that again. Randy quickly pulled out, allowing Stephanie to hop off her husband's waist, as she got off to the table, before sinking to her knees.

Positioning themselves so their throbbing cocks pointed directly at Stephanie's ample bosom, Randy and Triple H glanced at each other; those few seconds being just enough to allow each man to realise what the other was thinking. A smirk appeared on both of their faces, as they both thought of the exact same thing. Deciding to spice this encounter up a little before the very end, Randy grabbed Triple H's throbbing dick, as Triple H grabbed Randy's, both men jerking the other off.

And that wasn't even where the homoeroticism ended; both men proceeding to kiss as they fervently fisted the other's pulsating cocks. Moaning into each other's mouths, they felt a sudden wave of enthusiasm rush into their veins, as the boost in gusto increased the speed in which Randy stroked the other man's shaft, and vice versa. Their focus on each other was continually increasing, and it had gotten to a point where it was miraculous that their cocks still pointed towards Stephanie's big tits.

But, thankfully for Stephanie, she did end up getting what she wanted (as always). The strong, muscular men both felt their release happen simultaneously, both men feeling their dicks burst in cum, splattering their thick, gooey loads onto Stephanie's notoriously large breasts. The kiss would end once each man had milked the other dry, with no cum left to offer.

"I think you've earned that rematch against Kofi next week." Triple H breathed, somehow still having the effort to pull of a smirk, as he looked at Randy.

"Damn right I did. Don't suck dick for nothing, Hunter."

"Don't I know it?" Hunter chuckled, although a thought popped into his brain; one he was sure Randy would like. "Oh, you know Batista's returning next week, right Orton?"

"Yeah…what about it?"

"Well firstly, if Batista seems a little snappy towards you, it's nothing personal. I just told him to pander to the fans for a while, lull them into a false sense of security, before he stabs every member of the audience in the back, aligning with us. You cool with that?"

"Just as long as Dave doesn't say anything too rash towards me. I wouldn't want to have to RKO one of your returning stars."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll tell him not to go too harsh on you. But now we got that out the way, I was wondering, how about we relive the good ol' days, next week. You…me…Batista…and Stephanie." The older man now shifted his glance towards his wife. "What do you say to an Evolution reunion gangbang, Steph?"

"Well I'm supposed to be in a meeting with the Total Divas next week…but I am able to push that meeting back, if you guys persuade me well enough."

"And what do you mean by that, princess?" Triple H asked, an eyebrow raised as to what Stephanie would demand from the trio.

"I want you three to lick my pussy; all at the same time. I want you three to give my body the worshiping it deserves."

"As long as we all get to fuck the shit out of you after, I'm fine with that."

"And maybe each other too."

"Fine with that too…" Hunter smirked, eyeing Randy's body. "I'm sure Randy here wouldn't mind feeling my cock in his ass…again."

"There's no way I'm taking a cock in my ass, Hunter. No way."

"You said that ten years ago, and look how easy it was to fuck you back then." Triple H smirked.

"You say that like I haven't fucked your ass a hundred times before." Randy retaliated, a stone-faced expression on his handsome face.

Seeing the two men butt heads over which of them would be the more dominant figure amused Stephanie. Compared to each other, their dominance maybe near equal, but compared to Stephanie? Well, they were simply no match for a queen.

.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.

So I may have hinted at an Evolution reunion with Steph^^ I thought it'd be better to leave potential future pairings at the end of each chapter (like Wyatt Family/Daniel/AJ from last chapter), so that's what I'm gonna try to do from now on^^

Here's what's coming your way next:

~ AJ Lee (Versatile)/Daniel Bryan (Versatile)/Dolph Ziggler (Top)/Tamina Snuka (Bottom) (Requested by SuperZiggler)

~ Alicia Fox (Bottom)/CM Punk (Top)/Roman Reigns (Versatile) (Requested by batwolfgirl)

~ AJ Lee (Bottom)/CM Punk (Top)/Daniel Bryan (Versatile)/Paige (Bottom) (Requested by Sociopathic Clown)

~ Drew McIntyre (Bottom)/Lita (Bottom)/Sheamus (Top) (Requested by qxzky)

~ Dolph Ziggler (Versatile)/Fandango (Top)/Summer Rae (Versatile) (Requested by miss wizard of oz)

~ Dolph Ziggler (Top)/The Miz (Top)/Rosa Mendes (Bottom)/Zack Ryder (Top) (Requested by me)

One more chapter before I can accept requests again! But I probably won't accept as many this time around. Maybe six or something, just to keep the list of upcoming requests at a good number; not too large, but not too small).