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Day of Event – August 17th 2014 (Night of SummerSlam)
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There really wasn't anything that could have taken the smile off of Stephanie McMahon's face. After weeks of ferocious intensity of slaving her body to the gym to prepare for her match, Stephanie's first match in a decade was worth every single bit of energy that she ended up shedding in the gym.
And of course, Nikki Bella was to thank for Stephanie's victory, hence why Stephanie had decided to personally invite Nikki over to her office. "Nikki, you were phenomenal out there tonight!"
"Thank you, Steph." Nikki smiled, embracing Stephanie with a hug. "I couldn't have done it without you, though. You really helped me come to terms with how much of an egotistical bitch that my sister…or my ex-sister, really is."
"Oh come now, Nikki. Brie's still your sister." Stephanie said, before she and Nikki chuckled together. "I don't know how you managed to put up with Brie's antics for all these years, Nikki, but I hope that I can just give you the justice that you deserve."
"Oh don't worry about that, Steph. As long as I have you and The Authority by my side, I'm confident that my bitch of a former sister will get exactly what she deserves." Nikki giggled. "It's been great speaking to you Stephanie. I can't wait for us to work together!" The Bella Twin said, as she waved her goodbyes, leaving the room so she could check on her possibly injured boyfriend.
Once the door was shut and Nikki was no longer in the room, Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief. "I love it when a plan comes together." Sitting behind her desk, Stephanie decided to get on with some paperwork. Yeah, the most boring type of work there was, but sadly someone had to do it.
Filing through some of her documents, Stephanie chose to make some adjustments towards Nikki Bella's contract; to see if she could make any adjustments to the document. Nikki did deserve an extravagant reward or two, just for showing her loyalty to The Authority.
Just as Stephanie was about to put pen to paper, the door to her office had suddenly burst open, as the two towering figures of Randy Orton and Roman Reigns emerged inside the room.
"Hey Steph. Have a good feeling you're gonna like this." Randy smirked, closing the door before he stepped into Stephanie's office, Roman reluctantly following Randy's lead. It was odd, considering Randy had just lost to the Samoan, and Randy didn't like losing to anybody, especially his rivals.
"Randy, you mind telling me why you brought Roman into my office?" Stephanie asked, narrowing her eyebrows as she looked at the older man. She could tell this wasn't going to end well, since the two shared a well-known hatred for each other.
"Well I managed to bring Roman in here to—"
"Your precious golden boy's basically tryna blackmail me to be his…bitch…in order to keep Dean Ambrose's career intact." Roman growled, as did Randy once Roman interrupted him. The two were definitely starting to butt heads already, just as Stephanie feared.
"Did I tell you to speak, Roman?!" Randy asked lividly, his temper already getting the best of him.
"Look, if you two are just going to argue in my office, I may as well kick you both out right now. I'm not in the mood for childish squabbling." Stephanie said sternly, looking at both Randy and Roman.
"I don't think Roman would want that, would you?" Randy snarled, still upset that Roman interrupted him just moments before.
That was when Roman sighed. Randy demanded that Roman comply with his orders in front of either Triple H or Stephanie, and the latter seemed like a far more appealing option than the former. "Nah."
"Nah? What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Roman? Speak properly, for fuck's sake!"
"Boys!" Stephanie intervened yet again, looking more bored than anything. "I won't repeat myself."
"Yeah Roman." Randy said, not taking his steely eyes away from the Samoan. "Steph won't repeat herself, so do as I fucking say or I will punt Dean's skull into fucking cinderblocks!"
"Fuck you, Orton." Roman said, slowly getting to his knees, his hand hesitantly rubbing around Randy's crotch, feeling the older man's cock harden almost immediately upon contact.
"Oh don't worry, we will soon, Reigns." Randy said, yanking his wrestling trunks off of his body and slinging the article of clothing onto the floor without a care in the world as to what Stephanie thought of it.
And as of right now, thinking was the last thing on Stephanie's mind. Her priorities transitioned from rewarding Nikki Bella lucratively to…well...just watching Roman orally service Randy (or at least, try).
It felt like an eternity just for Roman to actually comply with Randy's order, but at least the latter could say that it was worth the wait. The sight of his alpha-male rival on his knees, slowly slurping up and down the length of his rapidly hardening cock (albeit doing so in such an apprehensive fashion) satisfied Randy's ego that much more, knowing that he was the man in charge in this room.
Roman could almost feel the satisfaction ooze out of Randy, it was that noticeable. The way Randy moaned huskily, uttering almost every vulgarity known to man. It pissed Roman off. Roman should be the one feeling satisfied, after defeating the Viper earlier on in the night. Heck, Roman would've been satisfied if he didn't have to fucking do this; if Dean's livelihood wasn't on the fucking line.
Yeah, Roman did have a soft spot for Dean, after spending over two and a half years with the guy in the same group. It also helped that Dean was just as clueless regarding Seth's betrayal as Roman was; made Dean a lot more trustworthy in Roman's eyes. Dean was the only reason Roman even agreed to this damn thing in the first place. As he sucked on the erect length of Randy's cock, Roman cursed himself not just for going through with this, but for being ludicrously loyal to someone he wasn't even related to.
"You like that, don't you Roman?" Randy asked cuttingly. Of course he knew Roman hated every passing millisecond of this whole ordeal; why else would he ask such an obvious question?
And just to make this experience even harder for Roman to endure, Randy used his hand to guide Roman's head up and down his lengthy shaft, using forceful thrusts to feel his cock deep inside of Roman's mouth.
Roman could feel Randy's balls slap violently against his chin, as he gagged heavily on the fat dick being rammed remorselessly into his orifice. There was a line, and Randy was getting closer and closer to stomping all over it.
In fact, it didn't even take Randy that long to fully piss Roman off, to the point where Roman couldn't even put up with this shit for Dean's sake.
As Randy rocked his hips forward so he could face-fuck his Samoan rival, the older man tried to force Roman to deepthroat every inch that he possessed. Of course Roman couldn't take it all in, and of course he gagged, but that didn't stop Randy from trying again and again, until Roman had to forcefully push him away.
The fact that Stephanie McMahon just stood there in awe, watching the whole situation play out with wide eyes, basically because of Randy Orton, gave Roman another reason as to why he'd love nothing more than to punch the shit out of him.
"You're not sticking to the deal, Reigns." Randy scowled, suddenly feeling nothing but a cold breeze brush past his erection.
"We both know what this deal's really about, so just fucking get to it already before I change my mind." Roman responded with sheer aggression, tugging down at his black cargo pants down to his ankles, and bending over Stephanie's desk, ass exposed to Randy's lustful eyes. That aesthetically pleasing sight was almost enough for Randy to just ram his dick inside of the plump ass that Randy just couldn't stop gazing at.
"Nah. Don't think I wanna do you like that." What fun would it be if Randy couldn't see the expression on Roman's face when Randy would gladly take the dominance out of him? Pulling Roman closer towards him, Randy pushed Roman back onto the desk, this time lying on his back. "That's much better." Randy smirked, forcing himself between Roman's thighs so he could feed inch after inch of his lengthy dick into Roman's diminutive hole.
As he started to establish a rhythm in his relentless thrusts, Randy could feel Stephanie gaze at him, almost forgetting about the businesswoman after dominating Roman Reigns for the past ten or so minutes. He couldn't leave Stephanie out of this little encounter; this was her office they were fucking in after all. "Hey Steph! Why don't you give Roman's ass a slap? Sure he'd appreciate that."
"Me?" Stephanie suddenly felt like she was in high school all over again, blushing like an adolescent schoolgirl (something that Stephanie rarely ever did). She had just become accustomed to watching Roman's sexual emasculation that she didn't think she'd get a chance to involve herself in the act itself. "I-I don't see why not." Stephanie said, walking to Randy's side, slapping her hand against Roman's jiggling ass.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap!
SLAP!
"That's it, Steph. Give it to the little bitch!" And boy, Randy definitely felt Stephanie use more vigour in slapping Roman's ass once she heard that. Randy could start to see Roman's ass nimbly redden from Stephanie's surprisingly powerful hand, even when he used that rhythm he established to thrust rapidly inside Roman's tight little pucker.
"Fuck you Randy!" Roman moaned, partially out of frustration but mostly out of the pain that penetrated inside of him (and also the pain of having a feminine hand-print on his reddened ass cheeks). He couldn't even sound dominant anymore, after more or less fulfilling Randy's demand by being his bitch.
"What'd you think I'm doing, Reigns?" Randy may have enjoyed Roman fighting back to him during the earlier stages of this encounter, but now the attitude was starting to piss him off. Randy was desperately trying to find Roman's prostate now, mostly because his cock was starting to throb at an erratic pace inside the clenching heat, but also so he could shut Roman up at least for a few minutes.
Stephanie could see Roman's temper was starting to fade out a little, as she eventually stopped slapping and went back to watching Randy fuck the dominance out of Roman, using her free hands to adjust the lower half of her wrestling gear so she could rub a finger up and down her fleshy folds.
"Give Roman some more, Randy. He likes it." Stephanie cooed, digging deeper inside of her moistening passage as she
"Gonna fucking give him something, alright." Randy muttered, feeling Roman's walls constantly clench against his throbbing shaft. Made it hard to maintain a consistent pace inside Roman's ass and also hard to try and ignore the immense throbbing of the cock that was buried inside of Roman's ass. "Fuck it, I'm gonna cum!" Randy's inability to conceal his inevitable orgasm was surely a mistake that he'd mentally regret making.
Why? Because Roman heard that and felt his temper suddenly rise to unimaginable heights. "Cum? I don't think so!" Roman said, using his feet to push Randy away from him. Randy finally crossed the line, and Roman was actually thankful for it. He needed an excuse to get the fuck out of here. "That wasn't part of the fucking deal." Roman said, as he pulled his cargo pants up, quickly dressing himself back into his ring gear. He tried storming out of the room, but Randy put a stop to that, blocking Roman's path.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going, Roman?" Randy may have spoken with nothing but anger to Roman during the course of tonight, but in this particular moment, Randy sounded more furious than ever. And as if the rage in his voice wasn't enough to convey his fury, then shoving Roman back onto the desk surely did. "You aren't done yet! Want your little buddy getting punted through cinderblocks?"
"Fuck your shitty blackmail, Randy. I ain't nobody's bitch." Roman retorted with just as much aggression, almost choking Randy out on the spot. "You or any of the other goons in The Authority put a finger on Dean, and I'll make sure that you're stuck eating through a straw in a damn hospital bed." Roman finished off, pushing Randy to the side as he fumingly stormed out of Stephanie's office.
Randy was gonna hunt Roman down after that altercation, but Stephanie grabbed Randy's hand, trying to keep him as still as she possibly could. "Randy, stop!" Of course Randy made it difficult for Stephanie to try and keep him under control, what with the irate Viper desperately trying to inflict pain on his rival. It also didn't help that he was much stronger than her, so Stephanie had to literally force herself onto Randy to try and stop him from potentially getting the company a lawsuit. "You're gonna do something you'll regret!"
"The only thing I'll regret is not giving you a fucking RKO right now if you don't let me go, you goddamn bitch!" Randy said, his emotions almost physically spilling out of him. He went to shove Stephanie out of the way (similarly to what Roman did to him just moments ago), but when Stephanie's hand brushed past his crotch, Randy's aggression started to diminish.
Stephanie gave a sigh of relief, thankful that Randy wasn't so riled up anymore. "Why don't I help you with your aggression, Randy? I couldn't have a talent feeling so…pent-up."
"You better stick to your word, Steph." Randy said, pushing Stephanie onto the desk (surprising the businesswoman by not being as forceful as she assumed he would be). As Stephanie's legs draped over Randy's shoulders, her thighs parted to allow Randy to shove his pulsating dick inside of her damp cunt.
"Oh god, Randy!" Stephanie moaned, feeling Randy already thrust at such a quick pace inside of her moistening crevice. His balls clapping against her jiggling flesh; his cock drilling inside of her yoni.
"You fucking love that, don't you Steph?" Randy asked, sounding more lustful than aggressive when he spoke.
As he continued to repeatedly ram his cock deep inside Stephanie's wet snatch, feeling her walls caress the thick girth of his manhood, Randy also tried to simultaneously rip open Stephanie's wrestling attire. Considering he had to maintain such swift, powerful thrusts and use his hands at the same time, it took Randy longer than he wanted to see Stephanie's bountiful bosom pop out of her top. "Those always look fucking nice."
Just as Stephanie suspected, Randy quickly chose to suck on her hardening pink nipples, moistening them with his saliva. The way that Randy had such vigour with exploring Stephanie's nude form, using such a vast quantity of energy during intercourse, and now this, almost made it seem like this was the first time that Randy ever saw a woman's voluptuous, naked body.
Stephanie wanted to feel Randy drive deeper inside of her, to feel him penetrate deeper inside of her wet cunt, to feel him hit her g-spot and unleash an endless plethora of pleasure that'd bring Stephanie to an all-time orgasmic high.
But the continual throbbing that she felt inside of her made the horny businesswoman extraordinaire realise that Randy wasn't going to last as long as she wanted him to. He did spend most of his time trying to undermine Roman's dominance through sexual prowess, after all.
"Pull out, Randy. I want it here." Stephanie smiled such a sultry little smile, as she motioned to her ample breasts that Randy was starting to stare at once again.
It actually came as a surprise to her that Randy complied with her request, feeling him withdraw himself from her velvety cunt. As he straddled her chest, Stephanie squeezed her large tits against the lengthy cock, making sure to give Randy the climax that he desperately needed.
"Yeah, of course you'd know how to use those big tits." For the first time in what must have been ages, Randy actually grinned, feeling nothing but the utmost pleasure as Stephanie's bosom massaged Randy's palpitating hard-on. Seeing most of his cock disappear into Stephanie's cleavage may have been pleasing to the eye, but the feeling of it actually transpiring was so much greater than the sight ever could've been.
And as if that pleasure wasn't enough, Stephanie decided to turn up the heat by alternating between flicking her tongue against the crimson tip of Randy's cock (whenever it emerged from her large breasts) and sucking on the pulsating head. Even a man with such stamina as Randy's couldn't endure such overwhelming pleasure; his gooey seed suddenly gushing onto Stephanie's chest, some of his release even splattering on her chin.
As Stephanie was about to commend Randy for providing her with such pleasure, she could hear the ringtone to her cell phone vibrate in one of the drawers on the desk. Maybe if it was a little earlier, as in before Randy and Roman burst into her office, Stephanie might've considered answering.
"You not gonna answer?" Randy asked, seeing that Stephanie was in no hurry to reply to the call.
"Not when you still have a job to do. I still need to celebrate my victory from earlier tonight, and you're going to help me with that." Stephanie cooed, slapping her tongue once again against Randy's softening length, trying to keep it as erect as she could. She'd make him go another round, even if he didn't want to (although with a sex hound like Randy, that option was highly unlikely).
"Well, if you insist…" Randy moaned, his head quickly tilting upwards from Stephanie's sensual tongue.
Randy thought that Stephanie's phone ringing in the drawer was a mood breaker, but that was nothing in contrast to the door suddenly swinging open, with Randy's eyes quickly gazing at the figure, checking to see if it was Roman.
But unfortunately for him, another former Shield member just had to ruin his intimate moment with Stephanie. "So this was why you didn't answer my call." Seth Rollins chuckled, feeling Randy glare coldly at him. "Hey, hey, relax Randy. I'm not gonna stop your blowjob or anything. I don't mind getting a handjob from the COO's wife…for now, anyway."
First Roman, and now Seth? What next, Dean Ambrose bursting into Stephanie's office with a fucking hot dog stand? Considering Dean's infamous stability (or lack thereof), Randy actually didn't doubt that happening. Maybe it'd make Seth's interruption more tolerable by comparison…
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Sorry this chapter's later than usual! But my life is much busier now than it was a few months ago, so yeah, that's why.
Anyways, here's what's coming your way next:
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