Maverick Stratusfaction [Trish Stratus]

[daxg2001]

WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction. The events are completely made up and did not happen, and there is no true reflection of the characters, promotions, wrestlers, events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. All characters depicted in this fiction are over 18 years of age. I do not own WWE or any other wrestling promotion, or any current or former wrestlers/characters.
 
Starring: Logan Paul (influencer, boxer, part-time WWE), Trish Stratus (WWE).
 
Maverick Stratusfaction
 
An erotic pro wrestling fan-fiction story.
 
A Commissioned story for [Anonymous].
 
Written by DaxG2001 (daxg2001@yahoo.co.uk)
 
Codes: Cons, MF, oral, anal.
 
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June 19th, 2023. Cleveland, Ohio.

With the live broadcast of the WWE’s flagship television show Monday Night Raw still ongoing, the arrogant duo of recent newcomer to the main roster Zoey Stark and the Hall of Fame, living legend that is Trish Stratus are walking backstage. Stark clad in dark pants and a custom-cut ‘THANK YOU TRISH’ T-shirt to honour her mentor who she does the dirty work for. While Stratus, the busty, blonde Canadian MILF, still had on her perfectly fitting black bodysuit ring attire with white stripes down the sides and that ‘THANK YOU TRISH’ arrogant logo on the back.

“No no no, Zoey! It went just as planned.” Trish claimed as the two walked. “In this business, Zoey? A win is a win, and a DQ is as good as a pin! It’s not my fault that drunk Irish idiot is too brain-dead like the people of this city are to keep her nose out of my business!” Trish claimed before she glanced at Stark. “I mean, our business of course.” She corrected herself but Zoey just nodded. “Look, all that matters is that I qualified for Money in the Bank, a match that once I win will not just cap off my legendary career but will get me another record-breaking title reign! And I’m sure in between we’ll finally get Lynch off our backs.” Stratus assumed as the two walked on and past a certain controversial hunk and now part-time WWE Superstar. “Now let’s get out of this miserable city! The sooner the better!”

“Yo, you girls hating on Ohio?” The two stop and turn around. Seeing the Social Media Superstar, influencer and boxer-turned-sports entertainer in the tall and handsome Logan Paul. The blonde stud was still in his black top and pants he wore earlier in the night when he announced himself as the surprise male entrant to the men’s MITB bank. Still in fact holding the showcase briefcase that had been hanging above the ring earlier on during that segment when he stole it. “Hell, I can understand that… A lot of braindeads out there from the way they reacted to me. No wonder people ask me why I got the Hell out of the state the first chance I could!” He rudely says to show no respect to his home state.

“Oh, tell me about it. No respect for a legend like me! Completely unacceptable.” Trish stated while Zoey next to her raised an eyebrow. “But say… Cool briefcase there, kid.” She remarks with a glance down. “I’m gonna get me one of those real soon too.” She said and while Zoey briefly shot her mentor a quick look because of that statement, she still said nothing.
“Kid? Naw, babe, I’m all man!” Logan bragged with a smirk. “But yeah, I’m gonna get me the real deal when we go to London and after that, it’s straight to the damn top for me where I belong!” He claims while he slapped the fake briefcase on the front.
“Well, I guess we have something in common then, after all…” Trish casually remarked before she pressed her lips together when a thought popped into her head. A turn of the head to look at Zoey. “Zoey, girl? You know what? Take the rest of the night off.” She decided for her, to a surprised look from the rookie. “We can deal with that Becky problem next week or at Money in the Bank. I’ll see you next week.” She said, to which Zoey raised her hands, giving an ‘OK, no problem’ look before she stepped back. A slight glare was given to Logan as if to say ‘I’m watching you, pal’ before she walked away to leave the two alone.
 
Glancing to make sure Stark was out of earshot, Trish then smirked and looked back to Logan with a lean-in. “Sorry about her. The dumb rookie is wrapped around my finger. I’m surprised she can even find her way around an arena on her own the poor thing.” She rudely said to show her true colours.
“Good help is damn hard to find, right?” Logan said with a laugh. “I deal with that all the time with leeches who just wanna promote their shit on my channel.”
“Exactly! You get it!” Trish said as the two seemed to be stroking one another’s egos. “But you know, kid? I’ve got an eye for talent and not just like Zoey either.” She claimed, and gave Logan a glance over. “I’ve seen your matches and trust me, when I see someone with future Hall of Fame talent? I know it when I see it.” She rather boldly says for one Hell of a compliment from a current Hall of Famer like her. “Athletic, strong, controversial… I’ve seen them come and go, I’ve been around them and I’ve even taken them on and you, kid? I think you’ve got what it takes to make it big.”

“Well, you ain’t telling me anything I don’t know myself, babe…” Logan brags back. “But please, keep it coming! I love to hear it!”
“Oh, I bet you do… But maybe you, you know, didn’t quite pick up what I said…” Trish said with a smirk. “A rookie error but I’ll forgive you… Because when I said I’ve taken on some guys who went on to be legends and in the Hall of Fame? Honey, I didn’t mean just facing them in a boring old match…” She smugly said and used a hand to seductively twirl a few strands of her blonde hair in her fingers.
“...Oh, I fucking get you…” Logan grins. Able to instantly pick up on her tone of voice. “I think you wanna see what The Maverick can do in the sack! Just like all the babes begging in my DMs
are doing every day!”
“Well, I’m a lot hotter and better than just some random slut on the Internet, but we both know that.” Stratus arrogantly said. “Come on, kid… Let’s go find a quiet spot to see what you’re made of…” She invited with a smirk before she turned and began to walk off with a deliberate sway of her hips. And, as any sane man would, he soon followed after to keep the smirk on her face.

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Minutes later an unused locker room in the arena is playing host to this sexual encounter between two part-time Superstars but one a living legend and the other a cross-platform entertainer. The room just with empty lockers, a table and even a spare, but more likely forgotten or misplaced handyman’s work bag with tools on a table from regular hammers and spanners to a small tub of emergency petroleum jelly.

The main focus however is with Trish Stratus being on her knees while she watches the cocky Logan Paul finish undressing. Her eyes went wide with pleasant surprise and great approval at the sight of the long, thick cock the controversial influencer was packing. Already hardening before she even reached up to grip him but when she did, that state just grew with her eager strokes along his size. Some proof here that he was built better than most men since he didn’t just blow a load instantly when she strokes him off.

“So, like what you fucking see there, slut?” Logan asked with a shameless smirk.
“Hey! First of all, I’m not a slut!” Trish claimed with narrowed eyes. “Just because we’ve only just met and I’m about to give you a major dose of Stratusfaction, despite the fact I am of course a happily married woman and a proud mother of two, it doesn’t make me a fucking slut! Are we clear?” She said. Her ego made it so she didn’t see the irony in her words.
“Whatever, babe… I just know that from the way you’re squeezing my big fucking dick? I’m packing a weapon way bigger than what your man has!” He rudely said to mock her other half who isn’t even in the same country as they are right now.

“Mmmm… So much fucking bigger than my husband’s…” Trish purred with a confident smirk, and her tone didn’t make it sound like the remark was just because she was well-versed in telling men what they wanted to hear. That was proved when she brought her gorgeous, mature face in closer to the young hunk and guided that long cock between her full, pouty lips. A moan from the both of them at the sensation. Her soft, plump and built-to-take dick lips wrapped with a stretch around his thickness while he got to experience that sort of oral Stratusfaction that fanboys in and out of the ring could only dream of. But unlike them, much to Trish’s groaning approval, he didn’t blow a load the instant her mouth glided along his member. It didn’t stop her from testing what he could take though. She used her mouth to move along the shaft and had her hand at the base for a slight stroke but more to keep him steady for her to work over.

“Mmmmm… Yeah… Fucking suck that dick, girl!” Logan grinned, much like any man would in this situation, and stared down to watch her pretty face slide along his prick. A slight sway of her blonde hair as the legendary WWE Superstar and Diva sucked on his big cock. Her clear experience with this sex act was shown by the smooth way her mouth pumped back and forth. She began to apply her saliva onto his length and gave the odd flick of the tongue to the underside for another sign, along with her groans around him, that she approved of the taste of the controversial influencer’s meaty dick. “Yeah, get real slutty with it, babe… Show me how a fucking stacked babe like you… Mmmmm! Can handle a big fucking dick like mine!” He encouraged with a groan. Being shameless with the moment knowing this woman was happily married but all too eager to get some action from him and his big cock.

“Shhhrrrllppp… Mmmmpphhh… Mmmmm…” While Trish slightly narrowed her eyes at the dirty talk comments directed at her, the lust of the moment and the sinful feeling of a fat cock stretching her lips in a way she hasn’t gotten for a long while was too good to pass up. The bobs of her head were smooth and steady. The sexy pink coating on her plump lips began to smear from the repeated, eager motion and the saliva that was applied to his rod. “Mmmmm! Mmmm… Shhhrrrkkk… Mmmmpphhh…” The arousal was further made clear by the hard nipples that poked through her bodysuit while she blew the cocky stud. A hand only briefly lifted to stroke back her hair out of the way to not be distracted from the dick sucking she delivered like she was more this stud’s age, or better yet a seasoned porn star. More of his pole slipped in between her lips as the minutes passed to keep them both moaning out and neither of them showed any signs of stopping.

Eventually, her hand lifted from around his base to grip his leg to allow her gorgeous MILF face to slide further down along his rod. The confines of her oral hole were not enough to contain all that huge dick so she had to, and all too willingly so, put her snug throat to work to properly work him over. A loud moan of approval with a grin to match from Logan as her throat bulged before her nose touched his skin and his nicely sized balls met her chin to add to the mess from the drip of her saliva. Her eyes were lustfully narrowed while she deep-throated like a pro. Not a hint of gagging to show off that supreme skill of the infamous ‘Stratusfaction’ blowjob rankings that were long rumoured in her early days. The kind of skill here that porn stars would pay to be able to replicate but even they couldn’t pull it off half as good, let alone nearly as stunning as the Diva of the Decade can.

“Mmmmm! Fuck yeah… That’s the fucking shit, right there! Fucking take it all, you hot fucking momma…” Logan was once again impressed with his level of sexual ability to go with the athletic ability she’s shown so far in his WWE career. Able to last as Trish’s snug and hot throat massaged his thickness while she held herself down to no doubt savour the feeling herself. It all ensured this dick was slick with her spit and still rock hard to fill her up in a way she’s not felt for quite some time. This was proven by the groans that vibrated around his inches from the lengthy deep throat. “Ahhhhh… Yeah, get fucking nasty, you fine as Hell slut! Mmmm! Show me how you… Mmmmm! Get freaky with this fucking Megastar!” He then decided for her in a way with a hand that grabbed a bunch of her blonde locks for a firm grip that made her eyes briefly widen with a low groan (and not one that objected either) let out around his dick.

“Mmmmm! Mmmmphhh!! Mmmmmppp!!” Those groans only continued by Stratus when she stared up and let him pump in and out of her talented mouth. Her hands gripped his legs and her head slightly bobbed against the thrust to make sure her throat got pistoned by his weapon. More saliva dripped from her chin, hitting the deep, exposed cleavage her wrestling costume showed off. But even with the deep thrusts, more suited for an oral sex porno than sports entertainment, she never gagged once to let this hunk show his stuff with a display that proved he could give as well as take. “Mmmm! Mmmmmphhh! Mmmmmm…” Caught up in the moment, the multi-time former Women’s Champion seemed to forget that she wasn’t in control of things as she usually liked to be. Held on her knees with her hair being held and getting her mouth firmly fucked for a quite submissive position, but loving it from the moans she let out around his dick. The sort of pace that would otherwise give a normal woman a headache if not even worse from the deep way his member pounded home into her oral tunnel.

When he finally pulled out of her well-used throat, the moan she loudly let out would make many a man cum alone just from the sound. “MMMMMM FUCK!!” Trish purred and stared up at that huge cock, coated in her spit and now branded with clear, nasty thick rings of her bright pink lipstick. Noticeably around the base so that even if the action ended here, it would be clear from the sight of his dick that he’d gotten some action.
“Ready to get fucked now like the slut you are, babe?” Logan grinned and used the grip of the hair to pull Trish up to her feet to make her hiss.
“First off? I’m not a slut, OK?” She claimed with another narrow-eyed look, trying to be pissed off at the remark but (aside from the fact she wasn’t exactly saintly here fucking a man behind her husband’s back) the lust in her gaze was clear to see. “But, I’ll admit… I’m sooooooooooo fucking wet right now…” She soon smirked and once he’d let go of her golden locks, her hands moved back to begin to unzip her wrestling attire.
“Damn right, you are, girl… And I’ve got the big fucking dick that will make you cream…” Paul boldly stated and stepped back. Taking in the show. “Just got to pick which part of you to fucking stuff first! That tight little slutty pussy? That big fat ass of yours? Maybe those nice juicy MILF tits of yours!” He shamelessly raved.

“You’ve got a way with words, kid…” Trish rolled her eyes a bit, and if it wasn’t for how big his dick was and the fact he was still hard, something she wasn’t used to in terms of sex lasting this long, she might have kicked him out. Instead, she was thinking with another part of her body than her head to make her slide the ‘THANK YOU TRISH’ branded bodysuit down her timeless body. Properly showing off those big, rounded tits of hers before she peeled it further to expose her indeed nice and wet, cleanly shaved pussy along with her thick hips and juicy ass. Stepping out of it and kicking off the boots to be as shamelessly naked as her newfound lover is.

“And I’ve got an even fucking better way with making chicks scream my name!” Logan bragged before he put actions to work rather than just words. Trish was caught by surprise when he took hold of her slim and tanned midsection, easily able to lift her off the ground for a moment but then lean her back. Going all the way until her shoulders were on the cold floor of the locker room to leave her hair sprawled and her tits pushed out. The rest of her from the lower back down to her feet was elevated off the ground for an angled bridge. That allowed him to slide his fat dick into her wet and needy pussy, bareback no less, while his hands made her legs wrap around his incredibly muscular midsection before he held her waist once again. Another position that looked far more submissive than what the Queen of Queens is used to but thrilling all the same.

“MMMMM!!” A loud moan from the beautiful Canadian from the sensation of that long American cock when it spread her tight pussy open with the first thrust. Her tits started to bounce and her body shifted on the ground from the jolts thanks to the pace of his pumps. Not going easy on the iconic beauty and not just because he knew of her Size Queen talents. If she could deep throat his dick with ease, then it stood to reason she could do the same to take his length to the hilt in another of her holes too. “This is… MMMMM! A new one for me! MMMM! FUCK!” Trish admitted, not used to being railed in this unusual position but the pleasure from that huge dick spreading her love tunnel apart more than warmed her up to being taken like this. And easily distracted her from the fact she was being fucked without him having any protection on, which could cause some major problems for her and her family and marriage when another man was going to town on her.

“Ahhhhh… It ain’t just in the ring… MMMM! That they call me… Ahhhh! The fucking Maverick, babe!” Logan bragged with another handsome smile. The multi-platform, cross-media Superstar showed off skills of a different kind far removed from a boxing, wrestling or any other kind of ring. Smooth and deep thrusts to work more of his thick length deeper into the wet MILF pussy of the beauty he held like a bridge between his muscular frame and the floor below. Stiff strokes to make her buck and groan with a drag of her hair along the floor to further make her blonde hair messy and keep her tits sexily shaking while he rammed her. “MMMM… That just means… MMMM! Your fine, fat ass and those big fucking tits… MMMM! Are wasted on some limp-dick chump you married… MMMM! Who ain’t even got the dick to properly stretch you out!” He dared to mock her husband who wasn’t even in the same country as they were both in right now. Revelling in being able to thrust in and out of a fantastic, snug and wet pussy of a beauty who should be untouchable to most men and not just because of that married status. But there was nothing like a massive slab of man-meat, even attached to a polarising content creator like this, to sway a horny beauty in this wicked way.

“MMMMM FUCK! Ooooooooh yesssssssssss! MMMMM! Fucking wasted alright! FUCK!!” Trish groaned and agreed, and not just to tell Paul’s already oversized ego what he wanted to hear. Her pussy being opened up to fit the shape of this huge dick in such a way that even at this point of the fun, it might take until next week’s edition of Monday Night Raw before she’s able to tighten back up properly. “MMMMM! Give me… FUCK! MMMMM! Give me that big fucking dick! MMMM! Come on! Show me… MMMM! What a fucking winner can do to… MMMM! To a fucking icon like me!” Her arrogance was on full display too, as no doubt she believed that after securing her entry to the women’s match earlier in the evening that this was perhaps an early (and premature, with the hindsight of the future results) celebration of the ‘victory’ for them both at the upcoming Money in the Bank matches both would be involved in.

Stratus was getting all of that and then some. The slap of her tanned, Toronto, Ontario-born body when it met the muscular body of the Westlake, Ohio stud rang out around the locker room to go with their loud moans. Logan used a machine-like pace to send his dick deep and stiff into Trish’s wet and snug slot over and over. It all looked easy with how he could both drill away into her box and make her groan in delight while he held her in place to fuck her half off the ground so she bucked and slid on the cold floor. Leaving a little bit of sweat on the ground as it formed just to roll off her stunning, desirable and curvy body. While his big cock, still stained with her bright pink lipstick down from tip to base, now also had the slick coating of her juices which just helped make the motion smooth and swift to keep her filled up.

“MMMMM… Fuck yeah! You nasty, hot as Hell bitch! MMMM! Fucking take that dick!” Logan both praised and mocked the older beauty he was balls deep in. Knowing full well this was a WWE Hall of Famer and perhaps one of, if not the, hottest women in all of pro wrestling history. But when it was a stacked beauty moaning her brains out and he was only just now starting to sweat, it just added to that sky-high ego of his to enjoy the moment even more so than the superb feeling from her pussy being wrapped around his dick. “None of those fuck boys I’m gonna be kicking the ass of at MITB… Mmmmm! Could fucking last a minute trying to do this!” He added, able to tell from her moans and the squeeze of her twat on his dick that she wasn’t used to this kind of action despite being built to take it. A sign of her arrogance to have ‘high standards’ and not give up some action just to anyone and that included a vast portion of the studs on the WWE roster.

“MMMMM! OH FUCK!! No… UHHHH! No, they could fucking not! MMMMM!” Trish hissed and let herself be fucked deep and hard while basically upside down. Just the back of her head and her shoulders on the ground to shift in time with those stiff pumps into her twat. Tellingly, her legs remained snugly around the desirable body of the influencer and part-time boxer so he didn’t even need to keep them in place. Loving the feeling of a big, young cock deep in her MILF pussy a lot more than she should. “Just like… MMMMM! All those fucking sluts and bitches… AHHHH! I’ll be against in my match… UHHHH! Don’t stand… MMMM FUCK! A fucking chance against me!!” She had her moment to boast while she got the top-notch pleasure from him being balls deep in her tightness. That slap whenever he drove in rang out sharply so that likely if anyone passed by the locker room door they’d know without looking in what was going on. But would still get a red hot sight if they peered in from the look of pleasure across her face and the constant shake of her gorgeous tits.

“Ahhhhh… Don’t that include… Mmmmm… That butch chick you’ve got hanging around you?” Logan noted with a smirk, referring to Zoey Stark who is also a part of the Women’s MITB match that Stratus qualified for earlier in the night. She was almost distracted from responding to him when he reached back to unhook her legs so he could pull out of her wet pussy.
“Ahhhhh…” Stratus groaned once she’d been set down on the ground, but only so she could push up and get to her feet. “Oh, don’t worry about poor little Zoey… She knows her place.” She arrogantly claimed with a just as dismissive tone. “And speaking of place… I think that big fucking dick needs to get back inside me…” She smirked and looked over his young cock, now with a shine of her juices, with vast approval.
“You’re reading my mind, babe…” He said, and once again took her by the waist. Turning her around first and then lifting her so that he could bring that wet pussy right down onto his massive dick to mount her with her back and long blonde hair against his nicely broad chest. His hands then went to her thighs to keep her legs spread and allow him to briskly pump away up into her box to kick start the next round quickly.

“MMMMM! FUCK! Oh yes… Yes, you fucking are! MMMMM FUCK!!” Trish purred again in delight as this new fully elevated position felt just as good as the first, and once again he showed his supreme sexual skills to back up his trash-talking and athletic ability. Doing all the work here to pound upward deep and hard into that snug MILF pussy to make her big tits shake and her golden locks sway about. All accompanied by that now familiar backing track of the slap of skin against tanned skin with their moans as the vocals. “MMMMM FUCK! Don’t stop, stud! OOOOOOOH FUCK! It feels… MMMMM! So fucking good! AHHHHH FUCK!!” More sweat rolled down Trish’s pretty face, making a loose strand of her hair get stuck against her cheek but that was the least of her concerns right now with her lipstick a smudged mess and her eyeliner starting to run from being fucked so expertly by the controversial but globally famous influencer and Social Media Superstar.

“AHHHH… Damn, straight it is, slut! MMMM! Never get tired of hearing it… MMMM!” He brags with a grin and still doesn’t seem to be showing the full respect to Trish that she if her ego wasn’t being drowned in pleasure here, would usually demand. Able to use strength and skill to hold the former seven-time WWE Women’s Champion off the ground so he could pump away into that soaking, tight pussy of hers. Her back slides against his body with her hair brushing against his handsome features while he squeezes her thighs and keeps her legs apart. “Never fucking hurts… MMMMM! To fucking hear it again though… Either from my girl or a fucking stacked momma like you!” He adds. Making it clear that while he’s aware he’s fucking another man’s wife without him knowing, he’s equally being unfaithful to the relationship he’s in. But like many a red-blooded male would, he’s not dumb enough to miss out on a piece of a legendary sports entertainer like this. He’s more than making the moment count from the loud moans Stratus lets out with every bounce on his dick she willingly does in response to his hard pumps.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! OOOOOOOOOOOH FUCK!!” Far from poetic but the echoing cursing the Diva of the Decade is doing on the fat, long shaft of The Maverick perfectly fit the moment. So lost in the pleasure that her arms reached back behind her to cradle the head of the stud who grinned and groaned with each smooth and stiff stroke into her slot that he sent. “UHHHHH! YES! YES!! DON’T STOP… FUCK! FUCK! AHHHHHH!” It was pretty much a beg at this point accompanied by her eyes being closed from the sensations that built up. She was being railed so good and hard that she couldn’t stop the oncoming peak if she wanted to but certainly had no plans on that with how fantastic this all felt. Plus, she truly wasn’t even in control of this. Still held off the floor and being used almost like a better than the most deluxe fleshlight available on the market. Jolted along that meaty dick that ploughed away to hit deeper into her than many a man, including her husband, has possibly been able to reach with her.

“MMMM… Yeah, you like that, huh? MMMM… Like my big fucking dick stretching you out? Making you… MMMM! Fucking scream like the old bitch in damn heat you are? Huh??” He taunted before he leaned in towards her face and helped himself to drag his tongue up the side of her cheek to make her groan and glance to the side at him. That moment of getting something extra out of the usually arrogant and in control beauty made her again further slip to submit to him with a turn of her face. So soon he could press his lips against hers, smearing some of her ruined lipstick onto him for more shameless evidence of their fucking. No regrets from her, however. Those lips parted to let his tongue push in and deeper the kiss so they acted like they’d been fuck buddies for years rather than a single evening and the action was still not over yet even with their moans being muffled.

“MMMM! MMMMPHH! MMMMM!!” Those lustfully narrowed eyes of the WWE Hall of Fame member soon rolled back. Her tanned and sweat-shining, curvy body now shuddered on that thick prick that carried on with the drilling pace up into her slot. Like it’s been years instead of just months or weeks since she’s had it this good, deep or hard from any lover. Saying again a lot for the man she’s married to and the father of her children. All of that was a long way removed from her sex-drunk mind. “MMMMMM… MMMMPPHHHH! MMMPPHHH…” Her tongue slapped against Logan’s to make out and give more of her lipstick around his mouth to swap spit and exchange loud moans. The stud in control of her was able to smirk into the kiss while he pumped in and out of her tightness and still held her in place. Like this was far from the first time he’s made an older babe lose her mind on his big dick and likely not the first time doing this kind of act with a married woman either for that matter.

That superior skill was proven when Trish’s head tilted back to break the kiss and let out a long and deep moan. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKK!!” She howled with a jolt. Her pussy clamped around Logan’s fat shaft before she started to orgasm. More juices sent down his length to drip along his balls and fall to the locker room floor below. Gasps in between her groans to go with the rather shameful expression across her sweat-covered face. No escape from the pleasure either since he, and not specifically to do her a favour of enjoying every last moment of the high, continued to ram away into her box while she came. Only easing off when she panted and her head rolled back against his shoulder upon her return back down to Earth. Left mounted on his still rock-hard cock like a trophy on a wall since he hadn’t yet blown a load.
 
“FUCK!” Trish exclaimed when he finally pulled out of her well-used pussy. “Y-You’re… Mmmmm! You’re damn good, kid…” She admitted with a lick of her lips once she had been set back onto the floor to stand.
“Oh, I think I’m a lot fucking better than that, babe…” Logan bragged. “And the fact you’re still thinking straight means I can’t have finished the job yet!” He said before he glanced around the locker room they’d picked out to have some fun with. “Yeah, that’ll do…” He remarked and quickly moved over across the room to snatch up a small tub of petroleum jelly that had been left by the handyman’s bag
“I guess it does, stud…” Trish remarked with a raised eyebrow. She likely could have guessed what this would lead to but still allowed him to call the shots. A hand in her long blonde, and at his point soaked a bit with sweat, hair to make her move not just over the room, but push her up against the bare wall of the locker room.

“Going for the ass, huh? Can’t say I blame you…” Trish smirks while her cheek is pressed against the wall and even when his hand leaves her hair, she rather submissively stays in place and even puts her hands up onto the brickwork while she spreads her legs and sticks her juicy ass out invitingly for her young lover. Rewarded when he soon applies a finger coated in the lube against her tight asshole to make her gasp and groan before he firmly pushes in to invade her. “Mmmmm… An ass as fine as mine? Mmmmm… Few studs can resist wanting a piece off…” She brags with another run of her tongue over her lips while she looks back over her shoulder to watch him prepare her ass with some slow finger banging to work the lube in nicely deep. “Mmmmm! Just a shame… Ahhhhh! Very few, few men… Mmmmm! Can even last to try me…” She says to just as much remind herself that she’s not used to action lasting this long as she is giving him another clear compliment for his sexual ability.

“Oh yeah… This is a fine, fat, MILF ass alright… Made for fucking!” Logan gives his form of praise in a very backhanded way with a shameless smirk to match. Taking a moment more to lube up her back passage with some more pumps with his digit before he pulls out. A little of the jelly then rubbed over his cock for good measure before he rudely tosses the tub away now he was done with it. “So let's see if this hole is as fucking good and tight as the rest of you was…” He states while he spreads her butt cheeks apart. Pushing his fat cock against her asshole to make her tense up with anticipation before he pushes in. Loud groans from them both at the feeling of that huge dick making her tightest of holes spread while he gets the vice-like grip to confirm what he suspected. The arrogant blonde doesn’t just let any man, including her husband, get to tap this stunning ass so that grip was on a whole different level.

“UHHHHH! FUCK!!” Trish even at the start of this anal action had to slam a hand against the wall she was pressed up against. The feeling so good of her ass being forced to spread and accept his big dick thanks to the thrusts from behind she took. Her big tits squashed against the brick and already makeup from her cheek was left on the brick. But despite all that, her pussy was still soaked from the thrill of that massive dick that slid in and out of her asshole. Moans from them both so even with her vast tightness it wasn’t enough to trigger a finish from him yet. Only served to fully show that Stratus might have not just met her match here, but someone who could better her when it at least came to bedroom action.

“FUCK! GOD DAMN IT… FUCK! SO FUCKING BIG… FUCK!!” Trish hissed and groaned with both hands high up on the wall so that even with his hand now back to clutch her hair and make her face grind into the wall, she was able to willingly keep herself in position and spread for him. Sharp jolts towards the locker room wall with each firm thrust she took. The pace was slow and steady so they both could adjust to the pressure but it worked to gradually fit more of those fat inches into her stunning and plump backside. “YESSSSS… FUCK! FUCKING FILL ME UP… FUCK! FUCK!! MMMMMM! FUCK!!” She moaned while sweat once again began to form and roll from her tanned frame. Her lusty gaze cast back over her shoulder broken up when her eyes closed from the thrill of anal action. Not even needing her pussy to be touched right now to get off on this to further show the freaky side of the legendary female WWE performer.

“MMMM… Oh, trust me, slut! MMMM… This nice, fat ass of yours? MMMM… It’s gonna get everything it deserves!” The polarizing stud boasted and didn’t make that remark sound like all too much of a respectful comment either. He made good progress on that statement though with how his firm thrusts kept his big dick buried between her jiggling cheeks. The slap of his muscular waist when it met her thickness soon rang out to sound just as loud as when he’d been balls deep in her pussy earlier on. His moans on the same level to show how good this hole felt compared to her other pleasurable ones he’d been allowed to fuck earlier on. With the stamina here of a true, full-time Superstar to be still rock-hard and able to go. Deep strokes to drive into the rounded backside of the Hall of Fame member who jolts and moans with each stiff pump she happily takes from behind.

“MMMM! DAMN FUCKING… UHHHHH! RIGHT! I GET WHAT… AHHHHH FUCK! I GET WHAT I FUCKING DESERVE! MMMM FUCK!!” Trish in her desire misunderstood his comment. Too caught up with how damn good it felt to have a young athletic hunk’s huge dick stuffed between her cheeks to drive her wild. Juices slowly dripped down her legs from the constant arousal to go with the new shine of moisture over her. Her ability to handle dick was more than impressive and more suited for a MILF porn star than a pro wrestler. “FUCK! FUCK! MMMMM! YEAH! FUCK THAT ASS, STUD! MMMMM FUCK! FUCK IT GOOD!” She demanded, despite currently getting just that. Another slap of her hand against the wall that’s being branded by her make-up being smeared onto it from how she’s being taken up against it. So that despite her earlier protests about the insults he’d unleashed on her, she was looking indeed more like a filthy slut than the Queen of Queens she was supposed to be.

The constant slap of skin against skin rang out along with their loud moans. That huge American cock buried deep between the plump and stunning ass cheeks of the Canadian beauty. Still held with a handful of her messy blonde hair while his free hand could deliver a firm slap onto her rump. The smacks just made her groan out for an added boost of pleasure. She cared as much for the fact that the handprint on her cheek that began to form when he spanked her again would be evidence of her unfaithfulness as she did the state of her gaped wide holes. Her opened-up snatch still leaked juices as his latest round of arousal went on and her back passage now got the resizing treatment her love tunnel got minutes ago. Yet even with the strong scent of sex in the air and the sweat that dripped off both their desirable bodies neither looked ready to stop yet, not that right now Trish had much of a choice being rammed against a wall like a desperate whore.

“UHHHH…” Trish grunted, feeling his cock being buried in her rump before her hair was used to finally pull her face from the wall and show the clear patch of ‘graffiti’ that her make-up left from being pinned up against it. “I-Is that all you’ve got, kid?” She tried to challenge but her look of need and the way she tried to buck her hips into him to fuck that cock told the real story.
“Not by a long shot, slut!” Logan teased and used the grip to move her back and away from the wall, and this time bringing both her and himself down to the floor of the locker room.

“Ahhhhhh! FUCK!!” Stratus groaned and soon found herself mounted on top of the cocky stud, now with her back on his chest but his dick still stuffed deep in her asshole. His hands were now free to explore and enjoy her body with one up to grope her large, heaving chest. The other intentionally down at her crotch to stroke his skilled fingers across the top of her dripping snatch. Brushes back and forth to go with the start-up of the next round of thrusts so he pleasured both of her lower holes at once. His huge dick kept her back passage filled and stimulated while his strokes meant her slit dripped again to her delight. Her back arched for a moment but the squeeze on her rack brought her back to slide against his body for some more wild action.

“FUCK! FUCK YESSSSSSSS… FUCK! AHHHHHH FUCK YES! FUCK MY ASS! OOOOOOH FUCK!!” Trish howled in delight, with one hand that joined in to grope her other jiggling tit while the other once again today reached back to curl around the head of the influencer-turned-boxer and WWE Superstar. That only served to keep the grin on his face and encourage him to drive in and out of her asshole with firm, quick and deep pumps. Causing her plump backside to slap hard off his crotch when he filled her up from underneath. “OH FUCK! HOLY SHIT! MMMMM! AHHHHH! DON’T… UHHHHH! DON’T FUCKING STOP! AHHHHH!” She begged while the thick streaks of black from her ruined eyeliner ran down her pretty face to further ruin her make-up along with the sweat and drool to go with the smudged lipstick. A truly shameful state for the women’s wrestling icon but with how well she’s taking it, it’s clear that she’s not only still got it (when it comes to fucking like a pro at least) but she never lost her touch.

“MMMMM! That’s it, bitch! Fucking take it, you old slut! Dirty fucking MILF! MMMM!” Logan was a lot more blunt and rude but his words were fitting, considering his dick was rammed deep into a busty married woman to make her squeal and moan. His hand brushed away over her soaked pussy to keep her super pleasured in a way that shows this is far from the first time he’s driven a woman wild with a one-man double team of both lower holes at once. Skilfully so too, with how his thrusts are stiff, smooth and steady to slam his shaft into her asshole but using a just as quick pace to stroke away across her slit. “Gonna make you fucking… MMMMM! Cream real fucking hard on this big fucking dick! MMMMM!” He vowed with another deep squeeze of her tits, but even his grip wasn’t enough to stop the jiggle of her much lusted-after rack thanks to his harsh pumps. A pace that would ensure she was left stretched out in her back passage possibly until well after the next edition of Raw next week.

“FUCK YESSSSSSSSS! AHHHHHHHH! FUCKING MAKE ME CUMMMMMM PLEAAAAAAASSSE! OOOOOOOH FUUUUUUUUUUCKK!!” The stacked blonde begged with another long and loud howl. The telling shudders of her tanned, sweat-soaked body on his cock to show another peak was oncoming. Jolted along his fat dick that has more than made a home for itself deep inside her juicy rear. Her cheeks were a filthy shade of pink now both from earlier spanks and the hard, repeated contact with his muscular body. “FUCK! FUCK! CUMMING! GONNA CUM! GONNA FUCKING CUM!!” She sounded almost in disbelief alongside supreme joy at her own words. Like she wasn’t used at all to getting a second peak in a sex session, never mind the rare moments of someone else being able to make her get off at all. Another far from glowing endorsement of her sex life in her happy marriage, but a sure sign that if she hadn’t gone down the route of sports entertainment she and her stunning body could have made millions in porn.

The same could be said for the cocky to put it mildly hunk who went from content creation to WWE stardom. Another wide grin on his handsome but now sweat-shining face from the feeling of her back passage around his member. His stroking hand across the top of her pussy along with the piston-like pace up into her asshole didn’t just make her cream to fulfil his promise, but full-on made Trish Stratus squirt. A shameful spray of juices fired out from her pussy to make the rolled back eyes and opened mouth expression of delight across her face. His fingers rubbed away to make sure the full squirt fired out to stain the floor while his cock blasted away with more thrusts. All to ensure she’d been well fucked and more than met his match with the cocky young hunk who only eased off on his pumps when the added tightness of her back passage eased off to match her coming back to reality with a roll of her head and some mumbled words of delight.

That would be more than enough for most to have accomplished up to that moment alone. But for Paul, he wasn’t quite done yet. His cock pulled out of her now gaped-wide asshole before he pushed her off. Just to once again grip that sweat-soaked and messy blonde hair of hers to force her tired body up to a kneeling position. The other hand of course wrapped around his fat dick to rapidly stroke off while he throbbed. Not even bothering to warn Trish or give her any real time to recover. Just quick pumps to aim down at her pretty features with a wide grin.

“Mmmmmm…” Trish couldn’t help but moan at the sensation that soon reigned down across her face to further ruin her make-up. Thick ropes of hot spunk with a large enough load that matched not just the size of his big dick but his ability to fuck. The shots coated over across her cheeks, nose and forehead. Some caught into those golden locks too for the kind of money shot far more suited to skin flicks than the usual viral videos he films. By the time he eased out the last drips to flick down at her lips, the spunk began to fall from her face to land across her big heaving tits for an extra mess. Just more shame for the Hall of Famer who had to use both hands to steady herself when she slumped a bit to not just fall to the floor when he let go of her hair.

“Holy… Holy fucking shit…” Trish smiled wickedly with spunk across her lips. “That… Wow… You’re fucking good, kid!” She admitted in the afterglow of the best sex she’s had in months if not longer. “I can fucking see… You’re going to go really far in this company! Fuck it… That was maybe a damn, first-ballot Hall of Fame performance… And trust me, kid… I know all about being in the Hall of Fame…”

“You ain’t telling me anything I don’t know already, babe…” Logan bragged while on his feet so he could admire the mess he’s made of Trish and not just in terms of the load across her face either. “I’m gonna own this place… First MITB, and then a World title!” He claimed with a smirk. “As for you? Well…” Logan paused and shrugged his shoulders. “Guess you were sort of… Mid.” He rudely said, and casually turned his back to walk over to where his clothes were.

“Excuse… EXCUSE ME?? MID??” Trish’s post-orgasm bliss became shattered. The disrespectful evaluation of her that, if she’d been clearly thinking from the start, she should have seen coming. “THE FUCK YOU MEAN, MID?? Who the FUCK do you think you’re talking about?!?” Trish snapped with a glare.
“Listen up, granny!” Paul continued to mock while he hauled his pants up. “I get babes in my Dms every fucking hour! I can bang OF models, e-girls, fucking porn stars and anyone I want any damn time!” He brags. “Hell, I got these young WWE sluts begging for my dick! Even that fat-assed ring announcer cutie has been checking me out!” He claims with a smug smile. “You? Some old blonde with a fat ass? Takes more than that to test me! This was basically just a fucking workout for me! I had better sex down in the Performance Center after getting trained! That one chick with the fat ass who does the splits was a real freak!”
“GRANNY?? THE FUCK???” Stratus yelled with a glare while spunk dripped from her face.

“But hey, thanks for the cheap fuck!” Logan puts his shirt back on and scoops up the showcase MITB briefcase he’d stolen earlier in the night. “Maybe if I’m real bored? I’ll call your old ass up when I win this bad boy for real! Don’t message me, I’ll DM you, slut!” He rudely said to again leave Trish’s jaw on the floor while he walked away and pushed open the door to leave.
 
Walking out, the door was slightly open to not even properly close behind him while Paul walked down a corridor. For a bit of irony, Trish’s hated rival in the WWE, the Irish redheaded badass Becky Lynch was walking in the opposite direction from where Paul was heading. “Looking fine, Big Time, Becks!” Paul said with a smirk, openly checking out Lynch with approval.
 
“In yerr feckin’ dreams, lad!” Becky smirked back and waved a hand. Noticing that Logan seemed a mighty bit out of breath and sweatier than he’d been seen earlier in the night.
“More like in yours!” Logan chuckled back as they passed one another, and even though Lynch could tell Logan had turned his head to check out her swaying ass (something she was used to anyway) she didn’t give him the time of day.
 
She did, however, pause at the open door that she’d seen Logan come out of. Pausing to sniff the air and raise an eyebrow. “Now if I’m not mistaken… Smells like a damn good time…” The Man remarked and thanks to mere curiosity, pushed the door open. Her eyes widened in surprise to see her nemesis in a sweat-soaked, make-up ruined and cum-covered state on the floor. A wide grin was now on her face as Becky deliberately cleared her throat and leaned against the doorframe, while Trish’s expression was one of true horror at not just being caught, but by who.

“Well well well… Back to being the locker room bicycle, eh?” Becky mocked smugly. “And here I was thinking you just wanted to bring back the good old days of barkin’ like a bitch in the ring! Goin’ all out backstage too? I have to admit, it’s a good look for ya, Trish! Really feckin’ suits ya! But maybe I should go chase back after that Logan Paul guy and tell him to, you know, get tested? Since he probably caught something from you and I ain’t talkin’ about the damn arse kickin’ I gave you and yerr crony earlier on either!”
 
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!!” Trish roared in outrage. An attempt to move and get up to take the fight to her rival just ended up in her slipping on all the sweat to tumble over. Becky laughed her head off and by the time Trish rolled over and managed to grab a boot to fling, all she hit was the closed door while Becky chuckled on the other side.
“See your slutty arse at Money in the Bank, ya feckin’ streetwalker!” Lynch yelled from the other side. A more confident sway in her step now than usual at seeing her rival in such a state.

“FUCK!!” Trish yelled in fury as she had to stay on her knees to recover. “Oh, next time I’m gonna fucking destroy that bitch!!” She vowed with a glare. “A-After… After I have a fucking shower first…” She grumbled with a recoil when her hand touched her face and felt the spunk still over her.

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