LayCool Pit Stop [WWE's Michelle McCool & Layla]

[daxg2001]

WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the wrestlers, promotions, people, places, 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. I do not own the WWE or any wrestlers or people etc referenced in this story.

Starring: Layla El, Michelle McCool (all WWE).

LayCool Pit Stop

An erotic pro wrestling fan-fiction story.

A Commissioned story for [Anonymous].

Written by DaxG2001 (daxg2001@yahoo.co.uk)

Codes: Cons, MF, MFF, FF, oral, anal.
 
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Out on a desert highway in the United States in the year 2010.

An overly bejewelled with rhinestones red and black custom chopper motorbike drove down the highway. At the helm was the slim and sexy blonde WWE Diva Michelle McCool. Clad in stylish Jeans with a thick leather belt with a dazzling crucifix heavy belt buckle adorned with stones. Up top, the American beauty a revealing open black jacket tied with strings at the front that showed off her rounded and nicely sized tits. Topped off with expensive bangles, earrings and a saintly cross necklace for good measure.

What wasn’t so clear from her riding the bike was that under the jeans, pressed into the vehicle by a bulge, was a sex toy of a strap-on with harness and built-in ‘cumshot’ feature with the added balls that could be squeezed to simulate an orgasm from the fake jizz stored inside. With the shaft of a thick and strong length complete with realistic veins.

Riding with her and hugging from behind was the other half of the LayCool duo in Englishwoman Layla El. The curvier of the two had her big tits pressed into McCool’s back even with the black top with a bra underneath, while she also had on some snug Jeans that hugged her juicy ass and a thick belt with a metal buckle adorned with a crown. With accessories too of bracelets, long necklace and fashionable earrings. Someone well aware of the toy that her friend packed so it was clear that these two were tag partners on screen and secret lesbian lovers off of it.

The road trip between live events as the Smackdown brand shows however was abruptly ruined when the chopper they rode on started to splutter a bit, drawing wide-eyed looks from both women.
“Didn’t you top up before we left town, ‘Chelle?” Layla questioned with concern clear in her thick accent.
“Me?? Ya’ll know I don’t deal with that! I told those guys who brought out this damn chopper to deal with that!” Michelle said about her Smackdown Diva Competition victory prize that they rode on.
“Look! That’s a gas station!” Layla pointed ahead. “Pull in and let’s fuel up!”
“And I thought I was the brains of this operation…” McCool teased as she slowed down as the station approached. “Big Joe’s Gas… Real convenient.” She read the sign as she parked up.

Looking up from the bike he had been tinkering on, Big Joe himself looked over and let out a whistle not so much at the ride now on the forecourt, but the two gorgeous women out there. Even if he didn’t know that they were both WWE Divas. “It’s your lucky day, Joe…” He chuckled to himself, clad in worn, grease-stained Jeans and a leather biker jacket with patches and logos sewn down the sleeves and over the back. “Ladies! How can I help you on this fine day?” The muscular man said as he walked out to approach them.

“Ya’ll can help us out of a big jam here, honey.” Michelle said with a smile. “We’re out of gas.”
“Well, that’s easy fixed, darlings…” Big Joe said, glancing between the two with a smirk. “As long as you can pay for it… Things don’t come cheap out here so far from the fancy city.”
“...What??” Layla said when Michelle locked onto her. “I didn’t bring my purse! You said it would just get in the way of the ride!”
“Shit. Ya’ll right… And I didn’t bring nothin’ with, well, my Jeans being so packed with…” She trailed off about the sex toy she hid but Layla nodded to understand.
“Heh… Is that so, huh?” Big Joe spoke with a smirk. “You’re both still in luck, ladies… Maybe you have heard about the ‘Rules of the Road’, right?” He said as the women looked at him. “If you ain’t got cash… You can pay with ass…” He bluntly said.

“Excuse me??” Layla snapped a bit in outrage. “You can’t just…”
“Easy, Lay’…” Michelle held out an arm. “Ya’ll got some balls, honey! Do you even know who are are, talkin’ like that?”
“Can’t say I do…” Big Joe shrugged, catching McCool off guard to show he doesn’t likely follow the WWE. “I can see something though on you, sweetheart… You got a wrench in those Jeans or is there something you ain’t telling me about you and your girl?” He motioned about the rather obvious bulge in those Jeans that no regular woman should possess.
“...Smart man…” Michelle arched an eyebrow. “This girl is mine… She’s my slut.” She rather proudly stated and Layla, like a true sub of a relationship, just nodded to agree. “So I ain’t just giving her up to anyone! Even for a can of gas!”

“That so? Then how about a wager?” Big Joe offered to catch their attention. “A full tank of gas on the house says that I can please your girl here… Hell, and you as well, better than you can…”
“That’s a bet ya’ll gonna lose…” Michelle rather too eagerly agreed to, even as Layla bit her lip and looked over the burly man. “What are we puttin’ up?”
“Simple. Your girl.” He stated with a smirk. “Making her my fine slut instead of yours.”
“Deal!” Again McCool just rushed in with her classic arrogance.
“Yeah! There’s no way anyone can be better than ‘Chelle is!” Layla added with a narrow-eyed look.
“Damn, you ladies don’t beat around the bush much, huh?” Joe said with a chuckle. “Then come on into the workshop then…” He motioned as he put a hand on the chopper and easily moved the bike off the court inside as the women did the same. Just to briefly step back out and flip a sign that read ‘CLOSED’ before he moved back, flicked a light switch and hauled the shutters down.

The confidence that LayCool had to win this sinful bet however suddenly shattered when the muscular man undid his Jeans and pushed them down. They locked onto that very impressive, thick and long cock that the biker had. One that, after she’d gotten over the cock shock, matched the fake one that McCool soon exposed when she undid her jeans and lowered them to just hang at her thighs. The harness only covered the front so from behind her tight ass and her snatch were exposed.

“Now, you judge this one fairly, doll…” Big Joe said as he locked onto Layla. “You might be your friend’s slut and all, but you’d better call this bet down the middle.”
“R-Right…” Layla said as she also undressed but just slightly with her belt undone to push her Jeans down a bit to expose her thick, rounded booty along with her pussy. “I mean, of course! It’s not like you stand a chance against ‘Chelle anyway!”
“Ya’ll got that right, Lay’…” Michelle bragged and moved behind the other Diva to bend her over at the waist. “But if you even last for a minute in her nasty mouth? Ya’ll would impress me somethin’ special.”
“You’ll be earning that gas either way, sweethearts…” Joe said as he stood in front, lined up with Layla’s gorgeous face to offer up his fat shaft, now nicely rock-hard, to her and in perhaps telling fashion she licked her lips at the sight before she opened up wide for him to slide inside to kick things off.

“Ya’ll eat those words… Ya’ll don’t know who you’re messin’ with, honey…” McCool claimed as she pushed the thick, vein-adorned strap-on into the tight snatch of her tag partner, friend and clear fuck buddy. A muffled moan escaped the British beauty as she sunk her plump lips around the very real dick in front of her with eagerness while she rocked back and forth against the Americans front and back. “Mmmm… I ain’t lost a fuckin’ battle yet, darlin’…” She confidently said with a moan. Stimulated by the bumps of the harness into her as she fucked Layla from behind. The expensive, shining buckles of the thick belts that both Divas wore jangled as both used stiff force even at this early stage to work into one another. A sight all the hotter with how the dark-haired in the middle got spit roasted in a way to be filled up at both ends with fat, long dick.

“Mmmmm… There’s a first time for everything, sweetheart…” Big Joe smirked and showed his skills right away to last not just between a set of full, plump lips like Layla had but the warm and soothing mouth beyond. He clutched her hair and watched the gorgeous face slide along his fat cock while she slurped and groaned around him. She was eager to apply her saliva to his delicious inches with flicks of her tongue around the hung biker’s cock. “Mmmmm… And I’ll be testing out what your fine ass can handle too… Mmmm! Before this is all done with…” He added with a glance up to see the narrow-eyed, but still one of desire, look that the blonde across the way had while she fucked her fellow WWE starlet from behind. A little too happy to share her whore with a man she’s only just met as both McCool and he pumped firmly to work their cocks, fake and real, deeper into the slutty Englishwoman.

“MMMMPHHH!! MMMMM! MMMMM!!” Layla moaned in delight with closed eyes as the Diva Search Winner got used like a cheap porn star, filled up in two tight holes at once with her snatch nicely stretched and damp to match, while her mouth got stuffed full of cock and the saliva seeped past her lips. Her large tits swung in her top as did the expensive necklace she wore and the earrings to look even more like a glammed-up slut as she took a bisexual threesome. “MMMM! MMMM! MMMMPPPHHH! MMMM…” She groaned away around the cock she sucked off with swift bobs. The motion was timed perfectly to rock back and send her juicy ass into the toned waist of the future co-Championship partner with a firm slap. The familiarity of these two women was clear with how easily she took all those fake inches from the blonde.

“MMMM… Well, don’t… AHHHH… Get too comfortable fuckin’ my girl… MMMM! She ain’t leavin’ me after this…” Michelle vowed with a groan as she watched the hypnotic sight of her whore’s fat ass clap of her harness when she drove in deep into that moist love tunnel. The sort of pace that many a man wouldn’t be able to pull off as smoothly as she did, and she had the benefit of a fake dick without any risk of any early finish unlike most men who couldn’t handle a piece of pussy this good. “Even if… MMMM… Ya’ll see to handle yourself mighty fine… MMMM… With her hungry, slutty mouth…” She admitted with a glance down to see how his thick length vanished impressively deep into Layla’s talented oral hole. He was still rock hard without any sign of throbbing, let alone sweat just yet as he let the former Miami Heat dancer suck away to leave his rod nicely slick with spit. He even helped himself to a grope of her rounded chest through her top and bra to get further groans around his member.

As the rugged biker let out a chuckle at the threat, he focused on the oral fun and pumped his thick weapon into Layla’s wonderful mouth to muffle the moans as she sucked away. The spit dripped to the workshop floor below as her full lips slid along that shaft without even a choke despite how much of those inches were buried into her. She was more than motivated to slut it up with the pleasure of being railed from behind at the same time. As if it wasn’t clear how filthy she could be from being nearly fully dressed and getting fucked at the same time, similar to her LayCool teammate behind her. The arousal of both women was clear not just from the moans, but the juices that started to drip down the inner thighs of the Divas.

“AHHHHH! FUCK!!” Layla’s thick, English accent moaned out once he pulled out of her mouth. “He’s… MMMM! He’s fucking good, ‘Chelle! MMMM!” She groaned and still got banged from the back for a moment.
“All he did was fuck your mouth! MMMM! That don’t… MMMM! Prove nothin’ yet!” Michelle defensively said before she pulled out of that snug pussy. “Get down on your knees and clean me off! And I’ll show this biker bull how a real woman sucks some dick!” She said with a bit too much eagerness for a woman trying to only win a battle her as she claimed this was.
“Sounds fine by me, ladies…” Big Joe chuckled and moved around as Layla turned and got onto the floor, and McCool leaned over to get in line with that big dick while she clutched her friend’s hair.

Now both women muffled their groans as Layla planted her full lips straight down onto Michelle’s fake rod, while McCool now took her turn to slurp along the very real and meaty rod of this biker stud. Both Divas worked with a steady pace to bob almost in sync as they feasted on dick and enjoyed the different tastes. The blonde enjoyed not just a manly shaft but one that could last, as proven by how he handled the dark-haired stunner moments before, as he pumped in and out of the former school teacher’s hot and damp mouth. While Layla cleaned off the taste of her pussy juices from that fake cock. So aroused that she even pushed up her top to expose her bra-covered tits, just to lustfully haul them up too as she freed her big, rounded tits to use one hand to grope away at them. The other was down between her legs to rub away at her snatch and get off on sucking dick like a dirty whore.

“MMMM!! MMMMPPPHHH!! SHHHHRRRLLLPPP…” Not that Michelle acted like a saint, despite the rhinestone-covered cross that was on her jingling belt, with how sinfully she sucked off a man she’s only met today. Her saliva got added to the mix with the smooth and steady way her mouth plunged onto this fat slab of man meat. “MMMM! MMMMM… SHHHHRRRKKK!! MMMMPPHHHH!” She didn’t even mind when his hands reached down and pulled free the string of her top to let the front be open to expose her rounded, nicely sized tits for him to grope. The expert gropes easily got more moans around his rod as he treated her like a prize just like he’d done to her tag partner. Even with the sexy glare she cast up at him, she telling pushed her chest out towards his hands while she stayed bent over with her ripped midsection brushed against the top of Layla’s head to let her blow that fake cock for this double dose of oral.

“AHHHH… Darling… You’ve got quite the damn fine mouth yourself! MMMM…” Big Joe smirked and showed his stamina to last in this second hot and soothing mouth of the day which could easily finish off not just many a man but a good amount of WWE Superstars too. No such risk here even as the saliva dripped along his rod and down to the balls with how deeply she blew him and with a hungry pace that made her long blonde hair sway. The clink of her jewellery was just about heard thanks to the muffled groans that she let out. A little too into sucking dick even though this is supposed to be a competition here. “MMMM… I can only hope the rest of you is just as built… MMMM! As your little whore is to have a good time with…” He added with a chuckle to show he planned on getting a piece of both Divas and from the moans both let out, there wouldn’t be any objections to that.

“MMMMM… MMMMPPPHHH! MMMM MMMM MMMM!” On her knees, Layla furiously rubbed away at her wet pussy while she sucked off the thick, realistically veined plastic cock buried between her plump lips. Saliva drooled from her chin and left splats not just over the hiked-up top and bra but across her large tits from the endless way she rocked her head up and down. Her long, dark hair was a mess from all the bobs she’d dished out both here and during the session before. “MMMM! MMMMPPPHHH… MMMM! MMMMPPPHHH!” Like a good, hungry whore, she left this fake cock soaked in saliva and kept her pussy ready for action to come with the quick strokes that left her fingers sticky from the juices. Fluids soon got applied to her chest when she swapped hands to grope her chest and rubbed her folds with the other hand for a moment like a true Nasty Girl.

“MMMMMPPPHHH! MMMMM…” Michelle put on a slutty show herself with her deep and smooth slurps that showed even with her being the ‘top’ of the lesbian relationship of LayCool she wasn’t a stranger to straight oral action. Her soft lips remained nicely wrapped around that fat prick as she worked up and down with more groans thanks to his confident touch to her rack. “MMMM! MMMM! MMMMM…” She purred around him with that sinful glare cast up at him, made hotter by the messy state her golden locks had gotten into. Perhaps that was a silent admission to how good this stud was to go with her moans around him before she finally pulled off. A spit onto the crown before she gasped and slapped her tongue at the thick crown to make him smirk again from how into this ‘battle’ she was.

“Lay’! Get the fuck up!” Michelle barked and stood up straight. “Ride this stud! Show him how bad of a slut ya’ll can be!” She ordered as Layla quickly got to her feet. “While I give ya’ll nasty ass the damn hard time I know you can handle!”
“Fucking my ass already?? ‘Chelle! You know how to treat me right!” Layla grinned and watched the burly biker move to rest on the floor of his workshop with that fat rod pointed up at the roof. “Get ready, babe! This is a ride that’s gonna be even better than any of your bikes!” She vowed and moved down to mount him cowgirl style with the space available thanks to her Jeans being down at her thighs.
“Looking forward to it, honey…” Joe smiled and admired her frame as she sank. With a slight tilt to watch as McCool approached her whore from behind and pushed the strap-on cock into El’s thick backside to continue the bisexual three-way.

“OOOOOOOOH FUCK!!” Despite being told to ride, Layla barely got the chance to shift by herself when the thrusts kicked off into both of her snug lower holes. Even with the previous banging that her snatch had taken, her love tunnel was still nice and tight around the fat length of the bull she was on top of as he thrust firmly in and out. While from behind, her thick backside was gradually split open as McCool used just the ‘lube’ of her fellow Diva’s spit to fuck that fine ass. Pumps that made the dazzling, expensive buckles of the thick belt that both wore jangle as McCool thrust slowly in and out and made that plump booty jiggle. “FUCK! OH YESSSSSSSS!! MMMMM! FUCK ME… AHHHH! MMMMM! FUCK ME LIKE THE NASTY SLUT I AM! MMMMM!” She happily begged as her hands stroked over the broad chest of the man she was on top of and her eyes were closed with a tilt of the head to show how much she loved being fucked and double-teamed, unlike any moves that the Moroccan and Spanish-descended beauty had ever taken in the ring.

“MMMM… You’ve got the damn fine taste… AHHHH… In friends, sweetheart…” Joe teased with a smirk as he spoke to McCool but kept his focus on Layla with his eyes glued to her big tits that sexily bounced in time with her jolts on his thick rod. His pace was stiff and swift to bury himself up into that hot, wet pussy that in turn clamped around him as she bucked on his pumps. Jolts from the earrings to the necklace she wore and the clang of her belt as she got bounced up on his rod, just to drop down and push back to take the pumps from Michelle into her ass. His thick American dick had made quite the home for itself inside the Englishwoman’s damp tunnel and his efforts were rewarded not just with pleasure for them both, but the shine of sweat that formed on Layla’s partially clothed body as strands of her hair now fell out of place and got stuck across her beautiful face.

“AHHHH! I could say… MMMM! The same about you havin’… MMMM! Good taste, wantin’ a piece of us, sugar! MMMM!” McCool similarly had drops of sweat across her body while her nicely sized tits jiggled freely thanks to her open top as she worked her slim and sexy frame back and forth to fuck her Co-Championship partner from the back and stuff that juicy rear full of fake dick. The pace got her in so deep that those cheeks soon slapped into the harness she wore and in turn further stimulated the blonde with the grinds into her wet snatch. “AHHHH! So you’d… MMMM! Better not… AHHHH! Disappoint either of us! MMMM!” She added and made it sound like she’d changed her tune about this even being a competition, perhaps an admission of defeat about how good this hunk was at satisfying sports entertainers like them. For now, though, she pumped briskly in and out of Layla’s thick rear and kept the moans going. Even as her accessories jingled to go with her belt buckle.

“OH FUCK! OH FUCK! DON’T STOP! AHHHH! DON’T FUCKING STOP! MMMMM!!” The former Diva Search winner in the middle of this all moaned in delight and let herself be bucked back and forth between her familiar lover and a new stud. She didn’t play favourites here, even with her status as the sub between herself and her lesbian girlfriend, to love both shafts that ploughed deep into her. “FUCK! HE’S SO GOOD, ‘CHELLE! MMMM! YOU NEED… AHHHH FUCK! TO TRY HIM! OOOOOOOH!” She gasped out and pushed her big tits out when the biker underneath her reached up to fondle her rack before her hands clamped onto the back of his to just further encourage the gropes. Topped with a lick of her lips as she enjoyed being his fuck toy a little too much. Even so, she still worked back and made her thick rump slap into the body of the other half of LayCool behind her to make sure they both groaned in delight.

“MMMM! You fuckin’ nasty whore! MMMM! Ya’ll talkin’ like he’s… MMMM! Better than me at this!” McCool hissed with both desire and a clear edge of envy at being shown up here. Even though her swift and stiff pace to thrust that fake dick deeply in and out of El’s back passage was the kind of motion that many a porn star wouldn’t be able to pull off. Her talents for this kind of filthy act weren’t exactly amateur hour as she made Layla’s ass ripple with each deep pump, and in turn, made the other beauty’s body shift along the thrusts from this talented hunk. “MMMM! Well, we’ll fuckin’ see… AHHHH! About that!” The blonde said with another deep moan. Even with the saintly cross on her belt buckle, she acted like a true sinner here and not just with the act of sodomy that she happily took part in. Her thrusts remained stiff and swift to keep up with that of the hunk on the other side of her whore, rather than commanding the pace like she’d be used to if it was just her and the other Ruthless Aggression Era stunner.

“MMMM… Sounds like you want to try out… MMMM! Some real dick for once, honey…” Big Joe remarked and eased off his thrusts before he let go of Layla’s rack.
“Y-Ya’ll couldn’t handle me…” Michelle claimed but with a less than convincing tone before she pulled out of the other Diva.
“Sure, doll…” The biker chuckled and watched as the women shifted back, but just for El to go onto all fours as McCool just switched holes to now ram herself into that wet pussy. “Let’s put that to the test…” He said and despite the earlier claims, Michelle just watched as he moved to get behind her. With the open-back nature of the harness, her pussy was easily accessed from behind so with her buried into the other beauty, he could slide into her tellingly moist but very tight snatch.

“AHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUCKK!!” Now it was the turn of the blonde to tilt back in delight as she shifted out of reflex to the sensation of her wet pussy being spit open. Her tightness was a sure sign that she rarely let any dick, real or fake, ever claim her but this fat slab of meat was a rare exception. Her body further gave into the lust to shift as she rocked between his confident pumps and forward to thrust the strap-on into Layla’s snatch. “FUCK! FUCK… SHIT! MMMMM! OOOOOOOH FUCK! YEAH! FUCK ME! MMMM! GIVE ME THAT FUCKING DICK! AHHHH!” She begged to show that even as the dom of the lesbian relationship, she was happy to be a switch for the right stud. She even reached back with an arm to cup around his head with a lusty stare to show how much she’d given in. Yet, she still managed to work her hips and fuck the beauty on all fours in front of her while Layla in turn shifted to take it doggy style and be filled up with that familiar, fat fake cock.

“MMMM… Don’t forget to take care of your girlfriend, sweetheart…” Joe teased but enjoyed the sight of a hot blonde down to fuck as he rammed his thickness in and out of her wet and vice-like passage. He rewarded himself not just with a hand under her open top to grope her tits, but a lean in to press his lips in controlling fashion onto her soft ones. With a deep groan, her eyes closed and she parted to let his tongue press in to dance around hers. Making out with the man buried into her snatch while she rammed away to fuck another woman at the same time. An exchange of moans as they swapped spit and went at it to enjoy being deep in a former school teacher-turned-wrestler. With another just as horny beauty at the front who happily rammed herself back and forth to almost fuck McCool’s fake dick harder than the pace being used to rail her with.

“MMMMMPPPHHHH!! MMMM! MMMMM!!” Far too into this now, Michelle moaned into the kiss as the saliva dripped from her chin and her messy hair swung a bit with how she was being bucked against his muscular fame and the curvy body of Layla in front of her. Now she got used like a whore when her tight backside clapped into his waist and her wet pussy got filled up with more dick than she was used to. “MMMMM! MMMMMPPPHHHH! MMMM…” The sweat dripped down her body while her belt buckle, adorned with a holy cross that right now was worthless with this wicked sex act in play, swung and clattered to go with the jingle of her necklace and bangles. With one hand still around his head to crave both the fantastic pace that he used to bang her better than she’s ever had from any man or woman before and keep the smooch going strong.

“FUCK! YES! MMMMM! AHHHHH! FUCK! FUCK!!” The only one right now who could freely moan, Layla’s alluring thick British accent moaned out the dirty talk while she rocked swiftly back and forth to slam her thick ass into the harness that her fellow Co-Women’s and Divas Champion wore. Her big tits swung in time and her jewellery jangled to go with the clatter of her belt and buckle too from the super eager motion. That thick fake length remained stuffed into the dark-haired beauty’s damp passage with the sort of rapid and harsh motion that could easily break a lesser sex toy, never mind bring any real dick to a sudden finish from how well she could fuck. “AHHHHH! I’M GONNA CUM, ‘CHELLE! MMMM! I’M GONNA FUCKING CUM! AHHHH! AHHHHH!!” She panted and stared back to watch as her lover made out with a man but still pumped away to fuck her slit with an impressive smooth rhythm even with how distracted McCool was by this hunk. McCool of course couldn’t respond with her mouth busy in a liplock, but she still moved her free hand down to underneath the plastic cock and the heavy balls that adorned her strap-on.

“MMMMPPPHHHH!! MMMM! MMMM! MMMMMMM!!” Michelle’s eyes flicked and appeared rolled back from the supreme pleasure. Overwhelmed by how good it felt to submit to a superior man, her snatch squeezed the rod that was buried balls deep into her as she suddenly came hard for more evidence of how outmatched she’d been against this biker. Not too out of it that she didn’t treat her whore to some fun as she squeezed the fake nuts of her harness. That activated the ‘cumshot’ feature to fire out a blast of fake spunk deep into Layla’s well-banged pussy and the sensation of being unloaded into in turn sent her over the edge into a hard orgasm. Both women rode out the waves of pleasure as Layla rocked back against the pumps and Michelle got banged through the high before the hunk smirked and broke the kiss to pull out, just as she did the same to her friend so both women’s stretched snatches were on display. Just with El’s now leaked with that artificial spunk to shame her more.

“I hope you dolls ain’t too tired yet…” Big Joe teased as he pulled McCool back, just to lay her on the ground to now position the two where he wanted them. “Because I’m gonna claim my prize now for winning our little wager…” He said since he’d finished off Michelle with ease, and now planned to do the same with Layla as he pulled her up and made her now straddle not just McCool, but that strap-on once again to bury the fake shaft in for another cowgirl position.
“MMMMM…” Layla moaned first as her pussy pushed right down to take every plastic inch with the added squelch of the ooze of fake spunk that leaked from her. “It’s all yours, babe… Come fuck my nasty, slutty ass…” She purred with a lick of her lips and stared behind her to watch as he shifted in behind her.
“Y-You fucking slut…” McCool hissed with a voice equal parts furious but also full of desire, but even she bit her lip and just held her friend by the waist as despite being exhausted, she gazed up to watch her whore being used by this hunk.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Another howl of delight but this time from Layla’s fat booty being pumped with a thick cock with the previous action her rump had taken earlier on, it didn’t take long before her full cheeks slapped off his waist when he drilled her firmly. “FUCK! FUCK! YES! FUCK MY ASS! AHHHHH! AHHHHH!!” She begged and got exactly that from the stiff pumps he delivered that made him moan in approval from her tightness. While she got the double thrill of being fucked up the ass by the biggest dick, at least the real one, that she’s ever had and the treat of the plastic one buried into her slot. The shifts her body did in response to being railed from behind made her slide back and forth to pump her pussy along those fake inches without any thrusts from underneath. “FUCK! DON’T STOP! AHHHH! YES! YES YES YES! MMMMM!!” Layla panted as sweat rolled down her gorgeous body and strands of hair stuck across her face. Her big jiggled wildly to go with the shake of her accessories and belt with her clothes from the scrunched up top and bra to the Jeans down at her thighs ruined with the moisture and saliva off of not just both women but the hunk that’s used them.

McCool, still on the high of her mind being blown from the orgasm but pissed at being soundly outmatched here, could only stare with desire as her whore got pounded deep and hard by this confident hunk. She still groaned as the harness she wore got stimulated by the bucks that El did onto that fake dick as she got tapped from the back. Perhaps the first time she’s been the ‘bottom’ during some action but despite that, Layla was far from in control either as she got used like a nasty slut. Michelle even showed how much she’s secretly enjoyed this all with the grip she had on her fellow WWE Diva to keep her in place to be fucked by this hunk. The fake jizz that she’d blasted into El moments before slowly oozed along the plastic cock to pool across the harness with the filthy squelch as that pussy bucked up and down.

“FUCK! YES! MMMMM! FUCK MY ASS! AHHHH! IT’S YOURS! MMMM! FUCK ME! AHHHHH! FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE!” The thick English accent just made the dirty talk red-hot as the Divas Search winner put on a show that would be better suited for a seedy Brothel than the sports entertainment world she’s a part of. Her moans were heard along with the loud smack when her juicy rear connected with that muscular and now sweat-shined waist of this burly man. His stamina was on full display to pound away with force and speed like this and resize her back passage so that it might be a day or two before she even feels the sort of length that’s buried into her twat inside of her other hole, and even longer for any lesser length. “FUCK! FUCK!! DON’T STOP! AHHHHH! MAKE ME CUM! MMMM! MAKE ME CUM LIKE A FUCKING SLUT!! MMMMM!!” She continued to beg even after one powerful orgasm and another on the way now. Even with a fake dick rammed into her twat, her gaze was only locked over her shoulder at the man she’s only met today but has blown her world ever better than her lesbian lover that she’s mounted on top of.

With a handsome grin, Big Joe helped himself to more of the Moroccan-descended beauty with both hands clamped onto her large tits that jiggled away with her top and bra rolled up above. The deep squeeze into the flesh made her in turn lean back and slam her lips into his before her tongue was happily welcomed into his mouth to make out with another woman’s 'sub' girlfriend. Their loud groans got muffled as he kept up the hard and smooth pace to drive his inches deep into her plump booty. Force enough that made her expensive belt buckle rattle while her body jolted back and forth along both his thrusts and the fake dick stuffed into her wet slit. Layla’s eyes rolled back as she shuddered and the sight alone made McCool underneath her groan with envy at how well the other beauty was being hammered.

“MMMMMMMPPPHHHHH!!!” With a deep groan and a shudder, Layla came hard for the second time today and seemed to hit this high even harder as she slurped on the tongue of this biker while he groped away at her big tits. His pumps slowed to just deliver single, hard slams in and out to make her ride out the waves. While she groaned in delight and left Michelle’s fake dick further soaked in juices. The grinds down made the blonde groan from the stimulation but she could only watch ‘her’ whore being fucked better than she ever could by this stud. A fact proven when he broke the kiss and Layla’s expression was of a wide fucked-stupid smile as her tongue hung out to pant.

“MMMM…” Joe pulled out of El’s ass with a smirk. “You still got some ‘ammo’ left in that fancy toy of yours, sweetheart?” He looked to McCool as he pulled Layla off, just to set her on her knees on the workshop floor. “Would be a shame to not let you remind this slut of who she is after you’d so kindly let me borrow her…” He said with a wink.
 “...Always…” Michelle smirked at the idea and soon got to her feet to stand next to him as the stud stroked off his throbbing cock while she reached for the fake balls of the harness once again.

Like a good whore, Layla tilted her head back with closed eyes and waited for her reward. First, the splash of a fake load from Michelle’s fake dick as the ‘unload’ function was used again to blast some artificial spunk across her to go with the amount that slowly leaked from her pussy. A shameful display that coated her pretty features and caught into the dark hair at the sides and over her forehead. Soon the mess got even worse, or better perhaps, when this hunk grunted and shot his hot, thick ropes of jizz onto those plastered features. Shots over the nose, cheeks and across one eye for added humiliation to certify her as a nasty slut with the combination of loads now over her. Layla couldn’t resist a lick of her lips for a little taste of his seed as the cum fake and real dripped from her gorgeous face to stain the hiked-up top and bra she wore along with those big tits that now heaved for air.

“You know, honey…” Big Joe says as he all too casually puts an arm around McCool to pull her in to the side of him. “We never did shake on that little wager… So that means she’s still your bitch…” He stated with a smirk.
“Ya’ll are one big son of a…” Michelle narrowed her eyes but soon let out a muffled moan when he pulled her in for another lip lock and just like during the action, she didn’t object and made out with him to show how superior he was. “MMMMMPPPHHH…” She groaned before he broke the kiss and let her step back. “W-Well… Maybe we can share her… Just once in a while!” She claimed with a bite of her lip.
“Sounds like a deal, sweetheart…” Joe chuckled. “Let me go grab a can of gas to get you ladies on your way…” He said as he turned away from the Divas to live up to his end of the bargain anyway.

“You…” Michelle narrowed her eyes and stared down at the other Diva. “You fucking slut!”
“W-Wait, ‘Chelle! It’s not like that!” Layla pleaded, even with spunk real and fake all across her tits, face and in her hair. “You felt how good he was! I just…”
“You’re gonna make up for this for the next week!” McCool stated before she glanced across. “...But… Make sure to free up some time between shows… We’ll take a road trip again here real soon.” She mused with a sinful smile.
“...With or without a full tank of gas?” Layla asked with a similar grin.
“Oh, we’ll decide when we get there… But you’re still my fuckin’ slut, and don’t ya’ll forget it!” McCool reminded her. “Even if I might share ya’ll with that damn bull…”

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