The following is a story I wrote about a year ago. Personal life made it difficult to get any consistent writing done since the end of last summer, so hopefully I can start posting more regularly on this forum.
WWE World Tour Memories: Chapter 1 - Bayley and Sasha in France
Tags: MFF, Cons, Oral, Spank***
The late summer heat pressed uncomfortably on her body. A luxury yacht is not the typical location one associates with discomfort, but Bayley could feel the sun impressing on the small of her back, her thighs, her ass. Prevailing herself to ignore the intense heat, she dove once more into her novel. Since arriving in India, she had spent more time here - lying prone on her soft belly, nose in a good book - than anything else. The first tour of the subcontinent had been a roaring success, and the crew had the better part of a week to relax before flights home for Raw and SmackDown. Everybody knew that they wouldn’t have the opportunity for so much free time if ever they returned to tour the country, so Bayley and Sasha made the most of it by calling in a favour.
She heard him approaching her before he ever said anything. His naked feet couldn’t carry him towards the bow quietly, even if the tray of drinks had miraculously silenced itself. He came towards her quickly, almost threatening to slip and destroy the bottle of Nashik Valley wine he carried in one hand. In his other, he held two glasses between his fingers. His energy was contagious, and she revelled in the sound of his approach.
“What’s that you’re reading now,” he asked in that thick French accent, splaying himself across a sun lounger to look down at her. “Mrs Dalloway,” she answered, and he made a noise to indicate approval. She heard him uncorking the wine, panting boyishly as he endeavoured to remove the seal. She cocked her head back to look at him out the corner of her eye and smiled. Corentin had his sandy blond hair styled up since they woke at dawn. In the noon heat, it was tilting downwards, dampened with perspiration until it took on a light brownish color. She took in his muscular, his broad shoulders, his smooth face. He made noises like a teenage boy, ran enthusiastically towards her when she came out to read and showed no understanding of the local wines with which he seduced her. The sheer hedonism of the experience was always a thrill. That Sasha was already missing in action could only have been a good sign.
He wrestled the cork from the bottle and poured them both indecent portions of the drink. Sitting up, he ran his fingers through his wilting hair and handed her a glass. She took it in her right hand, still facing her book, and drank. The thick sweetness of the drink washed over her and the words before her appeared to melt or dissipate from the page. She tilted her head again and the sun was in her eyes. She could make Corentin out above her, swiping back and forth in front of the light as he pulled his shirt over his head. She became aware suddenly of the thin layer of sweat that had developed all over her body. She lifted a hand to her forehead, feeling herself becoming wet all over. She tried to place her glass in front of her, only for it to spill. She could just about perceive the heavy red splash across the pages of her book. She tried to vocalise some expletive, but her tongue was heavy inside her mouth and she instead laid her head down in front of her. Her face pressed against the pages and they provided some small relief against the heat as she let herself be overcome by the the alcohol.
As she hovered precipitously on the edge of consciousness, her brain conjured up images of her timeline to this moment. She was just 29 years old, but she had been travelling the world in professional wrestling for years now. She was effectively a veteran of the sun-kissed sex games with beautiful foreign men, and had since lost interest in exploring the locales she visited. Corentin always offered more new exciting experiences with every hookup than days searching around the surrounding area could. It had been a couple of years since she and Sasha had met the handsome Frenchman, but it was a night she could hardly ever forget.
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She was 24. During a summer holiday between NXT tapings, she and her friends had booked a share house for two weeks in the south of France. They could have gone to Ibiza or Mallorca, but they were interested in a higher class of hedonism. Every night of their stay, they had two or three men back to the house, each satisfying one or two women at once. Each morning, they left embarrassedly, the occupants of the house eyeing them like felines as the exited. Each man was worth the effort - rippling muscles, sun-drenched skin, soft lips, big cocks…
Bayley’s favourite had come about a week into their stay - enough time elapsed to have gotten a taste of the average and enough time left to realise that nothing after compared. He was a modest six feet, sandy brown hair down to his impressive shoulders, and powerful hands that seemed to grasp her entire being when he touched her. He was Corentin, though she wouldn’t learn his name until later. They met in an inoccuous bar as the girls planned their night out. He stood out from the crowd in a loosely-fitted, dark shirt and well-fitted jeans. She eyed him up and he made no move to escape her. Most of the girls went out that night for their own fun, but Bayley had him back at the house by 8pm. She heard each of her friends return to the house, one-by-one or two-by-two, with companions. She heard most of them have their earth-shaking fun and depart soon after. She stayed the night with her unnamed suitor, and was satisfied many more times.
She shared him that night with Sasha. They couldn’t have been more physically different, but Bayley wouldn’t have considered herself the jealous type. Sasha was slim and smart, with her large shock of electric pink hair attracting countless libidinous men. Her mocha skin seemed to stretch with perfect firmness over her frame, and her diminutive stature belied an athletic physique beneath her black pencil skirt and red blouse. Comparatively, Bayley was only so athletic in bed. She was taller by some nches than Sasha, with a more supple physique. She spent more time in the sun, and carried a warm, latina complexion as a result. Where Sasha’s nymphet-like appearance pulled men into an intellectual game to receive her favors, Bayley’s naturally accentuated breasts, thighs and ass unlocked something deeper in the men around her. Often, Sasha wouldn’t come home until late, only with a man that perfectly suited her games. She was by far the most comfortable spending the night alone if unsatisfied with the pickings. Bayley rarely arrived home before dawn, only because men were keen to take her home and make her theirs.
On this night, both women knew that their catch would be given the opportunity at coming home with them. Little was required in the way of dancing and bad French flirting before their hands embraced one another in a three-way struggle for priority. Sasha placed kisses lightly on his neck, down to his exposed collarbone. She occasionally nibbled his earlobe with little more force. Bayley was more directly, engaging in a wet and wild kiss with her man. Their tongues melted together in fitful bursts of passion. Her hands clasped his smooth, hard jaws as his own roamed her posterior, consistently teasing a sudden excursion to her sex. Although Sasha was more discreet with her affections, no party involved in the entanglement missed her frequent brushes up against his straining erection.
The high-class taxi journey from their speakeasy meeting place to the expensive place of their consummation provided ample opportunity to get to know one another better. This time, Sasha locked lips with their native lover. Once more, she planted kisses on and around his hungry mouth, occasionally breaking her rhythm to smile wanly into his eyes and dive once more with her tongue to his. Here, Bayley decided to take the initiative. With his back almost turned to her, she leaned in to press her heaving chest against his powerful shoulders. She bit down firmly on his neck, snaking her arms around him to feel inside his shirt. She was unsurprised to feel solid abs and a well-developed chest, but it nonetheless contributed to the wetness between her legs. She moved onto her knees in the slow-moving taxi and leaned heavily over him. He was more than able to support her languid weight upon his neck and shoulders without diverting his attention from his increasingly rough, torrid makeout with Sasha.
The night changed as Bayley took her fingers to his belt buckle, slipping her hand into his jeans and grasping at his sizeable member. She felt him tense beneath her weight, and he suddenly took the initiative in his dalliance with Sasha. He grabbed her once-neat hairdo and pulled her backwards to pay rough attention to her creamy white neck and chest. Bayley took significant pleasure in seeing the usually-so-composed Sasha placed in a position of submission by their lover, as she placed one arm over his shoulder to feel out his body desirously while her other snaked around his hips to slowly pump his fully-erect member.
She could hear him attempt to keep his increasingly ragged breaths under control, as he yanked open Sasha’s blouse to play with her firm breasts beneath a plain pink bra. He had resumed his unrestrained kiss with her, biting at her lower lip when she tried to break away and regain some kind of control. The more pressure he placed on Sasha in the embrace, the more firmly Bayley pumped his radiant tool. By now, his precum was providing a plentiful source of lube for her teasing. She enjoyed this vantage point, able to manipulate the coming and going of a hookup within a hookup. Feeling the power she currently commanded over the still-nameless man over whom they wordlessly competed, and the power he transitively exerted upon Sasha gave Bayley an incredible rush. She felt her wetness becoming unignorable between her legs, her dark yellow sundress now riding up to nearly expose her ass to the flustered French taximan.
They reached their hotel, having accelerated both the speed at which the car drove and at which they pawed at one another’s bodies. They rushed through the lobby of the simple, functional hotel and hit the elevator. The moments it took to reach the top became like hours to all participants. Their hulking lover rested against the wall of the transport, regaining some composure as the only member of the tryst to have taken alcohol that evening. Bayley looked to Sasha, whose juicy lips contorted to a smirk as she looked upwards from the man to Bayley. Suddenly, she stepped forward and gripped Bayley’s neck firmly until she was level with the taller woman, before the pair crashed together in another passionate kiss. Bayley was dumbfounded, momentarily letting her hands remain frozen in a defensive position was Sasha ran her fingers through her loose, dark hair. Her warm, inviting mouth intoxicated Bayley. Despite Sasha’s lighter frame, shorter stature and younger age, her kiss was like a form of domination. Bayley realised her situation in a flash, finally slipping one hand inside Sasha’s now-loose blouse to feel her firm mocha breasts. She was intent on reclaiming the direction of the evening, reaching with her other hand to pull Sasha’s skirt all the way up to reveal her fat ass to their now very-alert companion. She felt Sasha smile as her energetic tongue continued to overpower her own, forcing her even more to grip and spank her deceptively large behind as the pair began to audibly moan into one another’s oral cavities. Sasha never moved her own hands from their position caressing Bayley’s head and hair, allowing the lovely latina to become flustered in her attempts to sexually overpower her best-friend-turned-lover.
At the height of their passion, they heard the elevator reach its stop. Before even breaking their lusty kiss, their companion did his best to pull Sasha’s skirt into a decent shape, taking the time to grab a handful of her ass as he did so. They each grabbed him by one arm and rushed to their suite.
As Bayley fiddled nervously with the lock, Sasha took the time to re-heat their French casanova. Bayley became more frustrated the more she experimented with her keys, hearing playful moans inches behind her back. Her alarmingly short dress felt ever tighter around her bountiful body, and she had to pat her sweating palms down her ample hips. Sasha now was so bold as to begin unbuckling their lover’s jeans in the hallway. Bayley could hear the pair behind her getting more intense, Sasha being pushed up against her slightly as their bullish companion began to hump Sasha’s dainty hand. Finally, the door opened and the pair spilled inside before he could spill outside.
Although the lights were out, the Parisian street lamps illuminated the dusky room enough for the trio. A pair of beds were the main decoration of the spacious room, one evidently more used than the other. Bayley shut the door and remembered to lock it, as Sasha pulled their man into another sloppy embrace. Now, there was no pretense of respectability in their actions. Sasha hurriedly undid the buttons that remained closed on his shirt, breaking their kiss to plant a series of pecks down his neck towards his chest and impressive abdomen. She clasped her hands at his waist as she slowly sunk to her knees, his own head thrown back in pleasurable anticipation.
Sasha opened her eyes momentarily to look behind her man, to see Bayley pulling her dress all the way over her head. She was distracted briefly as she took in Bayley’s hourglass form. Her lightly tanned breasts dropped with a jiggle, and Sasha found herself entranced by the suckable, darker nipples atop each. Unknown to their gentleman caller, the former champions had gotten to know one another much better on this international tour, and Sasha now felt a warm pulsation in her lower abdomen as she admired Bayley’s nervous, sexual figure. The latina lover left only her minty blue thong wrapped around her curvy ass as she approached the pair.
At this point, the Frenchman became impatient. He pressed Sasha’s head into his crotch as Bayley pressed her full tits into his back. Sasha triumphantly yanked down his unbuckled jeans and boxers, no longer intent on teasing the extraordinary willpower of their lover. Bayley nuzzled her face into his neck and head, nibbling his ear and moaning softly to him as she traced her fingers aimlessly across his core. Meanwhile, Sasha was offering no such foreplay anymore. She spat a thick wad of saliva across his rock-solid 9-inch pole and used both her small hands to work the warm length. Now he tensed within Bayley’s embrace, breathing “merde” softly as both women seemed to consume him in their pleasure.
Sasha worked the entirety of his cock, twisting her palms around it as she worked from base to tip. Intermittently, she would point it downwards beneath her to drip another load of saliva onto the shaft. She removed one hand from his rod, pointing it upwards and pumping its entire length in ragged movements while using her free hand to coat his full sack with her drool. She felt his member twitching in her grasp. She placed both hands together at the base, and took his entire ballsack into her mouth. She gave him short, fast pumps as she swirled her tongue around both his large nuts. She felt his balls contracting in her mouth as she put a vacuum seal around them, slowing her strokes to a painful crawl. He grabbed her mass of dark pink hair in his large fist and pulled her from his balls. Bayley was now wrapping both her lean, defined arms tightly around his torso, pressing her face into the back of his neck to angle his head down so that he could see Sasha’s sweaty, saliva-stained face ogling his member.
She looked at him wordlessly, before finally craning her head backwards to allow his member rest on her soft tongue. He groaned roughly, and felt Bayley’s hands roam his body, pressing sensitively against his neck, his shoulders, his pecs. She was lightly humping her body against his, the wetness visible through her panties. Sasha loudly engulfed his member, rapidly forcing 6 inches down her tight throat until she coughed and choked. He pressed a hand authoritatively against the back of her skull, forcing her to adapt on the fly to his pulsating member as it snaked ever further down her oral cavity. He rolled his eyes back as he felt more saliva coat his cock the further it ventured down her tunnel, Sasha breathing in time and rocking her upper body to accommodate the intruder. Bayley now reached upwards to run her fingers roughly through the man’s hair, her eyes clenched shut as she desperately sought her own orgasm.
As Sasha’s full lips reached his trimmed base, he could no longer stand the waiting. He wrenched both muscular arms free of Bayley’s embrace to grasp Sasha’s skull. Rubbing his thumbs across her forehead, he made direct eye contact with the now-submissive Boss. She looked up and him with pleading eyes, her breath strained through her nose as she kept the meat, lubricated dick down her throat. He clenched his lower body as he made a series of short, efficient thrusts into the orifice of his pleasure. Bayley sat herself down on the bed and place a hand inside her panties. She did very little to tease her fat labia or sensitive clit, instead sliding her middle and ring finger into her love tunnel as she watched the scene of domination in front of her. Their lover continued his quickening one-inch thrusts, feeling Sasha’s nose bounce against his pubis at an increasingly-rapid pace. Closing his eyes and breaking her begging eye contact, all he focused on now was sound: Sasha’s desperate gagging as he reached his peak speed and Bayley’s growing moans as she pumped in and out of her own wet pussy.
Finally, with a flash of white behind his eyes, the man began to empty his balls right down Sasha’s throat. She scratched and clawed his legs, but he would not remove his beastly member until he had fired six or seven thick ropes right down into her belly. As he slowly pulled her head away from his shiny cock, the last of his seed oozed out into her slack mouth. She could only rest on her knees, staring up at the man who just conquered her but failing to see him. He smirked in a way that almost betrayed some embarrassment at how overwhelmed Sasha had been by his cock, and he playfully grabbed his member - softening, but still thick and strong, to tap it against her delicate features.
Watching their dalliance with two fingers inside herself, Bayley threw her head back at the sight of Sasha’s cockslapping. As her threesome partners took a breather, she turned over to rest on her knees in a prone doggystyle position. With easier access to her aching sex, she pumped her fingers deeper inside with soft, rhythmic motions. So focused was she on achieving her own orgasm that she pressed the side of her head into the pillows and shut her eyes tightly. She couldn’t see Sasha, now recovered from her oral assault, begin to strip off her ruined blouse and tight jeans. The man of the hour, having delivered his first load of the evening, took a moment to recover on a deskchair facing the lurid scene. For the first time, he got an uninterrupted view of Bayley’s legendary ass. He felt himself begin to harden once more as he surveyed the light jiggle she produced with each pump inside herself, met with a hump downwards. He could see that Bayley’s body had taken over from her brain in the pursuit of pleasure, and now she would disregard the other two so long as she could cum.
He gripped his cock lightly as Sasha shimmed over to the edge of the bed, now down to just a pink g-string. Bayley’s moans were becoming more and more guttural, as the schick-schick-schick sounds of desperate masturbation overpowered all other sound in the room. Bayley’s squeal suddenly broke that hypnotic audio, but not as a result of her having reached climax. Sasha had clasped both her hands on Bayley’s wide, tempting hips. In her surprise, Bayley had pulled her fingers from her dripping pussy and tangled her body with Sasha’s as she tried to turn over onto her back. Sasha grabbed Bayley’s flailing wrists to pin her down in a missionary position. She stared deep into her best friend’s eyes before lifting her hand to take Bayley’s grool-coated fingers into her mouth. The Frenchman heard a sharp moan from the woman beneath as Sasha reclaimed some of her sexual power by submitting Bayley like this. She mounted the latina’s rock-hard abdomen, which rocked back and forth beneath her as a result of Bayley’s extreme heat.
Without warning, Sasha pinned both of Bayley’s wrists to the bed. She leaned over the bigger woman, coming so close that they could feel one another’s warm breaths. Bayley craned her head forward in anticipation of the passionate kiss, only for Sasha to take her lower lip between her teeth. She bit down with some force until she heard Bayley’s moan become too much, and she let her head fall back to the bed. Bayley gasped for air, and Sasha took the opportunity to plant a small kiss on her cheek. “You know I love you,” she breathed in her ear.
Releasing Bayley’s wrists, Sasha looked over her shoulder to beckon their man forward. She moved up from Bayley’s heated core to her cute face. Sasha pulled aside the pink thong and lowered her own eager pussy to Bayley’s waiting tongue. She let out a deep moan as Bayley wasted no time burying her tongue inside Sasha’s love box. Bayley had regained some composure now that her pussy was longer the focus of attention, and took plentiful handfuls of Sasha’s thick, chocolate ass. It wasn’t as fat or girthy as her own, but Sasha’s toned bubble butt was still a source of joy for Bayley on long tours spent away from consistent human contact. She lavished Sasha’s pussy with attention, her sopping tongue piercing the neat brown labia to attack the sensitive pink within. Bayley’s nose pressed against Sasha’s small clit, sending shockwaves through the Boss and causing her whole body to spasm involuntarily at intervals. “Oh my God, nobody can do this like you,” she whined more loudly than she intended.
The sight of the two women revelling in their lust for one another had their male friend standing once more at full attention. He then rose to his feet, approaching the tangle of passion laid out on the bed in front of him. Bayley now had her legs splayed out lazily ahead of her, her feet dangling playfully over the side of the bed. Sasha faced the headboard, unable to see his approach as she ran her fingers through her hair and bucked her hips more dominantly against Bayley’s tongue. Bayley gripped harder at Sasha’s full ass and her tongue buried itself even deeper inside as she felt his huge cock press itself against the outside of her pussy. He lifted her legs so that he could remove her ruined panties before resting both on his broad shoulders. Sasha either did not notice the scene about to happen behind her back or she chose not to pay attention. He gripped Bayley’s muscular leg with a wide palm, using his free hand to guide his throbbing cock to her swollen entrance.
Before he thrust inside, he took some time to thumb her sensitive clit. This provoked Bayley each time to raise her ass from the bed, trying desperately to guide the cock inside her. He was impressed by the tensing of her abs as her body hungrily searched out its pleasure. Sasha was simultaneously lost in her own, now placing one hand on Bayley’s forehead to pull her as deep into her crotch as possible. At this stage, Sasha was doing more work for her release than Bayley, whose tongue merely stood to attention as Sasha furiously humped her best friend’s mouth.
Without any further play, Bayley’s dripping pussy was invaded by the biggest cock of her life. There were no power games anymore, even from Sasha. This night had devolved into three wired athletes each trying to attain their orgasm. The Frenchman pumped primally into Bayley’s cunt, his crotch slapping roughly against her juicy legs as he massaged her ass. Bayley’s screams of pleasure were muffled by Sasha’s energetic thrusting on top of her face, her tongue now acting as little more than an out-of-control dildo for her dominant friend. Sasha never looked back to see Bayley get pounded, refusing to give their male partner the pleasure of acknowledging his part in the domination of the Hugger. She could nonetheless hear his frenzied breathing and the heat emanating from his body mere inches behind her. The thought of his man they barely knew coming into their hotel room and reducing their own dynamic to that of two willing sluts was too much for the usually-dominant diva. She placed her hand on the headboard and threw her head back, rolling her hips more energetically than any pornstar. “I love you, I fucking love you,” she screamed at the ceiling. Bayley’s could barely muster the energy to respond, but managed to caress Sasha’s sweaty thighs as the Boss came with a full, high-pitched moan.
The sight of Sasha’s naked back tensing in orgasm, the sound emanating from her unseen mouth, the sensation of Bayley’s tight pussy. It all became too much for him, as their man sped up in his final rush towards orgasm. He felt Bayley’s legs slip from his grasp as they wrapped tightly around his waist, begging him to empty his load inside of her her. He felt her contract around his cock in orgasm as he made his final rapid thrusts inside her, reaching forward slightly to touch Sasha’s muscular back as she came down from her own high. She still refused to look at him, but reached her hand behind to take his as he felt his ballsack tighten. He looked down to see Bayley’s large breasts jiggle as he let out a final groan, his seed pumping inside her in huge ropes. Bayley’s own legs locked tightly around him and shuddered in her own climax. He buried himself motionlessly inside of her as both came down from their orgasms. Sasha rolled off of Bayley’s upper body to lie next to her, allowing the Frenchman to collapse and rest his head on Bayley’s chest. He listened to her heartbeat slow down as her breathing returned to a normal pace. Sasha lazily caressed Bayley’s cheek with her hand and nudged her legs with her own. The trio fell asleep that night in the same position, Sasha observing the man and the woman still attached at the waist.
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Back on the yacht, Bayley giggled at the memories that seemed so vivid under the influence of the rich wine. She could observe Corentin removing his shorts to reveal his thick member standing at attention as attractively as she remembered. The sun’s intense heat clearly didn’t affect his energy levels at all, as he stepped naked over her frame to mount her prone body. She relaxed, letting all rigid anticipation leave her body as he began to knead her large ass cheeks. She cast her mind to Sasha, probably below deck being railed by one of Corentin’s equally attractive amis. Bayley was happy to let Sasha take control of the inordinately sexy army of Frenchmen they had met, but the one thing she couldn’t let her dominant fuck buddy take from her was the right of this one man to take her, fuck her and cum inside her whenever they pleased.
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