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Day of Event – June 27th 2014
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They were supposed to share the same type of personality. They were the young and hungry, intelligent, and most importantly, arrogant ones of their respective groups, back when The Shield and Evolution were feuding. But then again, Randy and Seth were both on opposite ends of the spectrum in terms of rationale. Randy acted on impulse and his notoriously short temper, whilst Seth was calculated with whatever he did, always relying on a Plan B in case the original plan wouldn't come to fruition.
But Randy Orton didn't like a Plan B. That was probably because he was always considered to be the Plan A, the main plan, if you will.
And chances were, that was the reason that Randy Orton and Seth Rollins never saw eye-to-eye. Not even now, when they're both on the same side. Heck, not even Triple H's pep talk in front of the WWE Universe on why The Authority was a force to be reckoned with, could squash scepticism that Randy and Seth would feel towards each other.
They were even sharing less than flattering words in Triple H's office, the place where as of this moment, Triple H would make sure once and for all that this issue of mistrust between his two allies would turn into nothing but the utmost trust.
"Plan B? Plan B? Why the fuck do we even need a Plan B for, Hunter?" Randy asked his mentor, looking deep into Triple H's eyes. When he saw that Triple H wasn't giving him the look that he had hoped for, Randy turned his attention to Triple H's wife. "C'mon, Steph. Surely you can see that we don't need a Plan B. Not when I always get the job done."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Randy!" Seth said, throwing his hands in the air as he felt a little insulted by what Randy just said. "Look, like I said earlier on SmackDown, The Authority always needs a Plan B. I mean it's not the first time you screwed up in a PPV or anything."
"Was I fucking talking to you, Rollins?" Randy snarled, looking at the younger man with a sneer on his face. "How the hell are we even meant to trust you, anyway? You was with your little Shield buddies over a month ago, and now you're suddenly with us?"
"Randy, calm down." Triple H said, as he'd get between the two squabbling men. "Seth bought into The Authority. I told you that as soon as Seth gave his former allies the rightful beating they deserved, and I've been telling you that week after week ever since that happened."
"But how the hell can you two trust him, after the shit Seth and his little buddies put Evolution through? Do you and your wife have your heads screwed on right or something?"
"If you want to remain in The Authority, you won't talk to me or my husband like that again." Stephanie said, taking steps towards an angered and also confused Randy. "Seth's time in The Shield was in the past, and it stays in the past."
"Exactly, Steph." Seth smirked. "I'm all about the future, Randy. I am the future of this business, and I'm the future WWE World Heavyweight Champion. But maybe that's why you're so mad with me, 'cuz I'm gonna take your place as the golden boy of this company and you're jealous about it."
That just increased Randy's anger tenfold. Anything Randy heard that involved him being second best was exactly what was needed to expose Randy's infamously short temper.
"Did you guys just hear that?!" Randy said, his eyes widening and his cheeks reddening. "Tell me I wasn't the only one who just heard that come out of that little Shield bitch's mouth!"
"Oh boy…" Triple H muttered, holding Randy back before Randy would use violence to solve this problem. "Yeah, I heard him, Randy. I just can't believe I'm gonna have to treat you and Seth like my kids, for the second time tonight."
"Hunter's right." Stephanie said, as she would hold Seth back. "You two are both being really immature right now. If you two want to truly thrive in The Authority, then you're going to have to suck up whatever issue you have with each other and move forward from this."
"Well I personally don't have any issue with Randy. I just can't help that he's jealous of me." Seth said, a faint smirk appearing on his face when he saw Randy react exactly the way that Seth wanted him to; with sheer anger.
"Oh for god's sake." Triple H said, as he shot Seth a sour look. "Shut up, Seth. Stop stirring the pot."
"Heh. Look at that. Golden boy's actually getting yelled at by daddy. Miracles really do happen."
"And you can shut the hell up too, Randy." Hunter said, getting more and more pissed off with the two younger men.
"Hunter, is there anything I can do?" Stephanie asked, noticing the look of stress etched on her husband's face. She didn't blame him at all; she'd probably react in the same way if she was in his position.
"Just…just take off your dress, Steph." It wasn't exactly what Triple H wanted to say, but hey, it was the first thing that popped into his mind, and sex with his wife always managed to take care of his problems.
"W-what?" Stephanie asked, wanting to make sure she heard her husband properly.
"I said take your dress off. I wouldn't ask you if I didn't need it, babe." Triple H said with a sigh, still positioned between Randy and Seth (who by now had calmed down, but Triple H was worried that even the slightest of things would set them off again).
But the whole reason that both Randy and Seth had calmed down so much was because of the mere mention of Stephanie's dress being taken off. In fact, such a suggestion actually gave the two younger men noticeable grins and gleeful expressions.
"Great idea, Trips!" Randy's first to praise his mentor for his idea, smirking at the older man in a vulgar way. "Always love seeing your wife's big pair of tits."
"Don't speak about Stephanie like that, Randy! She isn't a piece of meat for you to stare at." Seth said, with a smile aimed towards Stephanie's direction, smirking on the inside when he could almost feel Randy's angered glare practically burn a hole inside his head. "But I gotta agree that she does have a nice rack, and she's an incredibly smart businesswoman who knows what's best for this company."
"You really think you two are gonna get any of my wife acting the way you just did?" The expression on Triple H's face was an undoubtedly incredulous one. It almost took him a minute just to continue from that rhetorical question he had asked his squabbling allies. "If you two really want to thrive in The Authority, then you prove to me why I should keep you in the group. And then maybe, if you do a good enough job, I might let you try to convince my wife of your place in The Authority."
"So what? We have to suck your dick to stay in the Authority?" Randy asked, raising an eyebrow at the suggestion.
Triple H nodded briefly. "You got a problem with that, Orton?"
"Randy probably does, but I certainly don't, boss." Seth said with a shit-eating smile, as he sunk to his knees. "I'm happy to do whatever's best for business." As he spoke, Seth started to tug down at Triple H's business pants, exposing his long, thick shaft.
"See, Randy?" Triple H said, just as Seth started to suck on his hardening cock, giving Randy a sudden second meaning as Seth started to orally service him. "That's the type of attitude you should have."
"Suck-up…literally…" Randy muttered to himself, referring to Seth, before he looked into Triple H's eyes. "Whatever. I'll do it." Randy said, slowly joining the younger member of The Authority on his knees, as he slowly scraped his tongue against Triple H's plump ballsack.
Triple H had become so enthralled with the oral servicing he received from Randy and Seth in such a short space of time. The way that Seth eagerly slurped up and down the length of his rock hard erection, in addition to the usually dominant Randy Orton roaming around his boss' moistening balls using only his tongue, made Triple H forget about his wife's presence.
Stephanie tried to call for her husband's name, but he didn't hear her, probably placed into a lustful trance by the two younger men. She couldn't believe that she'd actually have to physically remind him that his wife was standing right next to him. "Honey?" Stephanie asked, gently touching her husband's shoulders. "Do you still want me to take my dress off?"
Considering the blatantly aroused state that her husband was in, that was a question that Stephanie didn't need to have bothered asking. Triple H's answer would come in the form of a brief nod, before swiftly stripping Stephanie off her aqua coloured dress, revealing her gorgeous figure. And of course, the matching pair of lingerie Stephanie wore would soon follow suit, landing on her dress.
Triple H may have literally been in the midst of getting blown away by Randy and Seth, but the sight of his wife's naked body always managed to capture his attention, and this was no exception. "Sit on the desk, honey." Triple H demanded, leaning back; his head resting on the firm wooden desk. "I haven't had my post-match meal, yet."
"You're so vulgar, honey." Stephanie chuckled, as she slowly got up on the desk, straddling her husband's face just like he asked for. His sense of humour managed to brighten Stephanie's spirits, enough at least to allow him to pleasure her in a way that he is very, very familiar with.
Stephanie would soon find herself barely able to speak, just from how deep Triple H's tongue delved inside her cunt in such a short span of time. She expected her husband to tease her by toying with her clit or tickling her labia, not fuck her cunt immediately with his tongue.
Running a dainty hand through her long locks of hair, the moans would quickly escape Stephanie's mouth, feeling her husband feverishly penetrate her dampening pussy with his zealous tongue. Stephanie used her other hand to play with her clit, rubbing the nub of sensitive flesh to add to the increasing pleasure she felt down at her moist snatch.
Triple H mentally smirked when he heard his wife already start to whimper from his tongue and the way it rapidly plunged inside her wet passage. Out of the hundreds and hundreds of times where Triple H and Stephanie McMahon had sex, Triple H could only count the amount of times where Stephanie managed to fully conceal the pleasure provided to her by her husband on one hand. That was how damn good he was.
And of course, since he had Randy Orton and Seth Rollins under his wing, Triple H would gladly make sure that they'd be able to please women with just as much expertise and dexterity.
Although from the way that they both orally serviced him, Triple H knew that there wasn't much to teach Seth and Randy on how to be sexually dexterous. They already got the hang of that from the way that Seth fervently slurped up and down the length of his cock, and the way that Randy sucked and nibbled on his moistened balls.
Seth was fine with sucking on his boss' cock, or really doing anything that pleased him…but there was a point where Seth needed some pleasure for himself, and also prove to Triple H that he was willing to use his initiative when he needed to. So, shoving Randy out of the way, Seth parted his legs, slowly impaling himself on Triple H's cock, moaning once every inch was inside of him.
"Oh yeah, boss. That's the stuff…" Seth moaned, starting to rock back against Triple H's waist, feeling the older man's erect length delve deep inside of him.
"What the fuck, Seth?" Randy asked with eyebrows narrowed, as Seth grabbed Randy's wrestling trunks to pull Randy closer to him.
"How else am I gonna prove to you that I can be trusted?" Seth asked with a smirk, before he yanked down Randy's trunks, so the older man's erection was freed. "Nice cock." Seth said, pulling Randy's t-shirt up as he looked into the older man's eyes while he slowly engulfed the head of Randy's shaft into his mouth. That at least raised Randy's spirits, for the time being.
"Oh fuck yeah, Seth." Randy moaned in that raspy voice of his, gently guiding Seth's head up and down his hard dick. "That's one way to earn my trust, boy." Randy wanted to stare into Seth's eyes for the entire duration of this blowjob, but goddamn, that boy knew how to use his mouth. Randy couldn't help but to look up to the ceiling, overwhelmed by how pleasurable it felt to have his cock buried deep inside Seth's orifice.
Watching Seth start to establish a steady rhythm as he bobbed his head along the long length of Randy's erection amplified Stephanie's arousal, as the businesswoman looked over at the two younger men with lustful eyes, while she felt her horny husband continue to relentlessly ram his tongue inside her wet cunt, managing to locate and jab at her g-spot.
The obscenities were flowing from Stephanie's mouth like water out of a waterfall, as her husband was starting to repeatedly ram his tongue against Stephanie's sweet spot, rubbing against the particularly sensitive area.
Stephanie's body was trembling at this point, jerking erratically from the immense quantity of pleasure that penetrated deep inside of her core. She wailed louder and louder, until her juices eventually surged out of her pussy and ran down Triple H's mouth, allowing the older man to eagerly swallow every drop of Stephanie's sweetness that fell down his orifice.
Leaning back, Stephanie allowed her husband to flick his tongue against her damp vulva until every drop of her cum had been swallowed up. He always loved doing that, as did she, mostly because it was nice to feel somebody clean her cum-drenched snatch in such an erotic way.
Once Triple H was done, Stephanie hopped off the desk and walked over to Randy, pulling his t-shirt from over his head and slinging it to the floor. "Hi, Randy." Stephanie cooed in Randy's ear, as her hands roamed around his topless body.
Turning around to the woman standing next to him, Randy was greeted by the pleasant sight of a naked Stephanie McMahon. How could any red-blooded men with an attraction towards beautiful women not like that view? "Oh hey there, Steph." Randy grinned, looking down at Stephanie's ample bust.
"Eyes up here, Randy." Stephanie said, tilting Randy's head up. "I was noticing how Seth was proving himself to The Authority. How are you doing that, Randy? Because to me it looks like you're not helping Seth out."
"Then you must've missed when I sucked on your husband's balls."
"And Seth still had to do more of the work by sucking on his cock." Stephanie said, her hands running down Randy's back. "So I'll ask you again, Randy. How do you plan on proving yourself to The Authority?" Stephanie asked, squeezing Randy's globes of muscle once she had finished asking that question.
"Seems to me like you've already got an idea on that." Randy retorted, choosing not to stop Stephanie from what she was doing.
"But I want to hear that come out of your mouth, Randy." Stephanie said, parting Randy's cheeks so she could use one of her fingers to dig inside Randy's diminutive hole. "I want you to tell me how you plan on proving yourself to me."
"Shit." Randy muttered, feeling his walls clench against Stephanie's dainty finger. "I'll…I'll let you finger me."
"Louder, Randy." Stephanie said, driving her finger deeper inside of Randy's tight heat.
"I'll let you finger me!" This time, Randy was louder, much to Stephanie's satisfaction, even if she did hear a hint of aggression in Randy's reply. Luckily for him, Stephanie was feeling generous enough to ignore that bit.
"Good." That ended Stephanie's little conversation with Randy, as she started to thrust her finger in and out of Randy's tight anal crevice, causing him to rock against it.
Rocking against Stephanie's finger meant that Randy was more forceful when he thrusted inside Seth's mouth, but not because he meant to be (although even if Stephanie's finger wasn't wedged deep inside of him, Randy would gladly show some force when thrusting his cock inside Seth's mouth).
Randy couldn't keep track with how many f-bombs he dropped during the duration of this foursome, but like he gave a damn about something as trivial as that. All Randy was concerned with right now was how damn close he was to his release.
From the way that Seth sensually serviced his cock, to how close Stephanie was to finding his prostate (and shockingly in such a short space of time; Randy wondered if Stephanie had experience in that through doing the same to her husband), it was pretty safe to say that Randy's throbbing cock was about to burst at any moment. In fact, all it really took to push Randy over the edge was for Stephanie to find his prostate, and if not that, then Seth to at least deepthroat him just once more.
What Randy didn't expect to happen was both of those moments happening at the same time.
As Seth nestled his nose against the neatly trimmed hairs surrounding the base of Randy's shaft, Stephanie rubbed the tip of her finger against Randy's sweet spot simultaneously. That sent Randy's sex-drive into overload, before he let out a stentorian roar into the atmosphere and felt his thick load of cum suddenly surge inside Seth's unprepared mouth, causing the younger man to gag heavily on the thick dick that he had been sucking on.
"You came already, Orton?" Triple H chuckled. Although he couldn't see the bliss-filled look on Randy's face (thanks to focusing too much on giving Seth the fucking of his life), Triple H had no trouble hearing Randy when the latter climaxed. "I thought you'd have just a bit more stamina than that."
"Oh yeah?" Randy asked, taking offence to that as he pulled his cock out of Seth's mouth. "What's that meant to mean, Hunter?"
"Exactly what I said it means. You lasted longer with Divas like Christy Hemme and Carmella back when we were in Evolution. Guess Seth's that good at sucking cock, huh?" Triple H smirked, as he continued to rub the throbbing tip of his cock against Seth's shattered sweet spot. "Just for that, I think the kid deserves his reward." And by that, he meant a handjob, as Triple H wrapped his hand around Seth's pulsating length, feverishly jerking it off.
As if having the boss repeatedly stab at his prostate wasn't enough, feeling his boss jerk him off at the same time definitely was. Seth let out an almost piercing mewl as his cum shot out from his slit and splattered all over the floor.
Triple H was essentially oblivious to Seth's orgasm, too focused on his own impending one to take any notice of Seth. Thrust after thrust, Triple H's shaft continually throbbed inside Seth's ass, before the older man decided to hit Seth's sweet spot one last time, letting out a roar far more dominant than Randy's as he filled Seth's loosened pucker with his viscous string of cum.
Once every drop of his cum was inside of Seth Rollins, Triple H slowly pulled out, watching his cum trickle out of the slackened hole. "You definitely proved yourself after that, kid." Once Seth was standing, Triple H gave him a pat on the back and a smile of sincerity.
"What about me?!" Randy asked, feeling affronted that he wasn't receiving the same praise as Seth did. Really made those thoughts on Seth being The Authority's golden boy that more vivid.
"Maybe if you bend over and take a pounding from me, I'll give you that praise, Randy." Triple H said, before returning back to Seth.
"You know what?" Randy asked, grabbing his t-shirt and his trunks. "Fuck this. I've already done enough shit to prove myself to The Authority." The Viper said as he redressed back into his clothes, before storming out of The Authority's office.
Triple H and Stephanie shared a glance at each other after seeing Randy storm out of their office like a little diva.
"What's his problem?" Triple H asked, before Seth pulled the older man closer to him.
"Don't worry about him, Trips. He's just pissed he didn't impress you like I did." Seth smirked, as did the older man.
"Can't say you're wrong there." Triple H said, as an idea popped into his mind. "But if you wanna impress me again, you're more than welcome to, Seth. Steph, feel free to join in. We need to celebrate what's going to be best for business." Needless to say, that idea was very well received from both Seth and Stephanie.
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Such bad timing that I only just started this chapter, what with Seth's MITB briefcase vibrating because of his "razor". Could've gotten away with a ton of dirty-minded alternatives right there :P
Anyways, here's what's coming your way next:
~ Road Dogg (Top)/Tori (Bottom)/X-Pac (Versatile) (Requested by .Dawn)
~ Randy Orton (Top)/Roman Reigns (Bottom)/Stephanie McMahon (Versatile) (Requested by shellbell33)
~ Seth Rollins (Versatile)/Stephanie McMahon (Bottom)/Triple H (Top) (Requested by miss wizard of oz)
~ Dolph Ziggler (Bottom)/Layla (Bottom)/Summer Rae (Bottom)/Zack Ryder (Top) (Requested by xxMercilessxx)
~ Jack Swagger (Bottom)/Lana (Bottom)/Rusev (Top) (Requested by me)
Only one more chapter until I accept requests again! But for now, don't send any.