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 WWE or any wrestlers or people etc referenced in this story.
Starring: Becky Lynch, Charlotte Flair, Dean Ambrose (all WWE)
Lunatic Connections Part 8
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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Backstage at a WWE live event…
“Where the Hell is Becky at…” The arrogant, supremely talented and stunning, tall blonde Queen of the WWE, Charlotte Flair, cursed as she walked backstage following a match earlier in the night. “We need to talk!” She said to herself, still clad in her wrestling attire from the match of colourful, regal coloured costume with peacock flowers and designs on the booty shorts and the matching, sleeveless coloured top. “There she is…” Her eyes narrowed, seeing the unmistakable red hair of Becky Lynch, leaning against a wall and talking on a cell phone. Not noticing the other woman approaching from behind, engrossed in the call and still in her ring Irish Lass-kicker costume of a dark top and dark red shorts.
“Yeah… Yeah… No, no! The locker room is feckin’ fine with me, Dean-O!” Lynch says. “The other lasses will be long gone, so just give it like a half hour and the coast will be clear!” She says with a grin. “Don’t ya worry… I’ll take real good care of ya while the missus is out of town again! Just make sure to bring that big ol’ Lunatic dick of yours along for some fun!” She added with a laugh before she ended the call. Still unaware that she’d been eavesdropped on as she headed off.
With her jaw dropped from what she’d overheard, Flair shook her head and quickly changed direction. Making a beeline straight to the Women’s Lockerroom in the arena, racing to her travel bag and fishing out her phone to make an urgent call.
“...Uh, Hello? Charlotte?” The voice of Renee Young spoke down the line. “You OK? The last time you called me was to complain about some questions I’d asked in an interview…”
“Never mind that!” Flair snapped. “Do you know where your husband is right now?”
“Uhhhh… He’ll be at the show? Where you should be, right?” Young stated.
“You need to call him right now!” Charlotte stated. “Because I just heard Becky Lynch talking to someone, and it sound like she was talking to your man! And, while gossip like this is usually beneath me, it damn well sounded like the two of them are planning on cheating tonight with each other! Behind your back!”
Hearing that, there was a pause before Renee started laughing down the line, making Flair recoil a bit from the reaction that wasn’t what she expected. “Remind me to tell off Becky for not watching what she says out loud… We have texts for a reason!” Young said.
“What… What the Hell is going on here?” Flair demanded.
“Let me catch you up to speed, Charlotte…” Renee said, before pausing again. “In fact? I’ve got a better idea… Let me go give Dean a call, and you stay right where you are… You won’t regret this one bit…”
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A little later in the evening, still in the Women’s Locker Room…
“So, let me get this straight…” Flair, still in her ring gear, glanced between Becky Lynch and the new arrival here, Dean Ambrose, who was just in some baggy pants and a white tank top. “Renee just… Let us girls borrow Dean for a night when she’s out of town? Or we just join her and him for a hook-up, no strings attached??”
“Yep. Pretty much.” Dean said with a smirk, sizing Flair’s tall frame up. “Renee says that she needs to ‘make it up to me’ when she’s away by making sure I’ve got company… I just think she’s a real freak who gets off on me fucking other gals and not just her… Even when she ain’t here to see it.”
“What Dean-O says!” Becky said with a shameless smile. “He’s been buildin’ up a real big collection of nasty slags who can’t get enough of that big ol’ dick he’s packin’! And I feckin’ up for a good ol’ time with him tonight… Until a Peepin’ Tom like yerr came along!”
“It wasn’t my fault you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.” Flair claimed arrogantly. “But that all aside… Since Young offered to let me join in with this… Arrangement, or whatever deal you’ve got going on? I’m not going to turn it down.” She perhaps surprisingly said. “I might as well see what all the fuss is about and if you’ve had to settle for the likes of… Her…” She dismissively said with a motion of her hand towards Lynch.
“And Bayley… Sasha… Nikki Bella… Paige…” Becky started listing off, and was openly aware she was just one of the many female Superstars he’s gotten a piece of over the past month and beyond.
“Then it’s high time you finally upgraded your company with a Queen.” Charlotte boasted with a smirk. “So… Are we just going to waste more time just talking, or what?”
“Thought you’d never ask…” Dean said, having just expected to be fucking Lynch tonight but he’s not going to turn down a three-way. Giving the duo something to stare at when he first pulled his top over his head, dumping it to the ground for a look at this nicely toned and hunky body. However, and especially for Flair’s wide-eyed stare, both were way more interested when his pants were lowered. Showing off the fat, long cock that’s the reason why the female roster has been lining up to take a turn with this married stud.
“Holy shit!!” Even Charlotte and her ego couldn’t hide the pleasant surprise. “That’s fucking huge!”
“Damn right Dean-O is!” Becky grinned, and got shameless in her own right by pulling her upper clothing up to remove it, showing off her rounded tits. “And he ain’t just feckin’ hung like a horse… He can feckin’ use it!”
“I’ve heard that before a few times…” Flair, who infamously would have a few divorces in her private life, perhaps said that quite tellingly. “But with such rave reviews…” She stepped forward, lowering herself to kneel in front of him just as Lynch did the same. “Hey! Watch it!” Flair tried to barge in, but Becky grabbed hold of his dick first.
“I was the one called to take care of him! Yerr can wait yerr feckin’ turn, Queenie!” Lynch teased, using firm and quick strokes to get that big rod nice and hard.
“Don’t call me that!” Flair hissed, even as she looked at that delicious, long cock.
“What’s wrong? Don’t like having a bit of fun, Queenie?” Ambrose said with a smirk.
“W-Well… With the right kind of man, fit for a Queen? Then perhaps…” Flair claimed, but from her tone, it sounded like she approved of his calling her that more than she did her friend and rival next to her.
“Watch and learn, Queenie…” Becky teased again before she turned to face him and greedily plant her lips around that meaty fuck-stick.
“Shit…” Flair’s eyes went wide as she watched her friend and fellow Horsewoman plunge her flaming red head deeply along that fat, lengthy cock. Up close to hear the muffled moans as Lynch feasted on the big dick of a happily married man, taking full advantage of him being so eagerly ‘loaned’ out to other WWE women like her. “That’s… Yeah, that’s something I can get on board with…” She admitted, watching with eyes darting back and forth, following the smooth bobs of Becky’s head as she slurped. Applying her spit onto what’s becoming a familiar slab of man-meat to her and from the hungry look that’s in Charlotte’s eyes, she’s about to become very much the same. Just having to wait her turn as the Irishwoman enjoyed the delicious taste of a huge American shaft.
“MMMMPPHHH! MMMMM… SHHHRRLLPPP!!” Lynch stared up with lust, fully aware that this big dick was one of the few she’s met in her life that could last inside of her usually feisty mouth. Never mind satisfying her and just from having her lips stretched by that vast size left her majorly turned on. Moaning away with nipples already hard as she rocked her flaming haired head along that size. “MMMM! MMMMPPPHH! MMMMM… SHHHHLLKKK…” Making plenty of noise as she sucked and not just to put on another show for the other beauty here. Keeping that cocky smirk on Ambrose’s handsome features as she sucked away, leaving some splats of drool across her chest from the energetic motion. Perhaps a sign of how much she’s into this and that she’s been looking forward to getting another piece of him, and has no issues with sharing this fat cock with another Superstar similar to the first encounter with him.
“MMMM… I guess someone was looking forward… AHHHH... To Renee calling them up again, huh? MMMM…” Dean kept on the smile, staring down to watch Becky pump his prick deep between her lips. Leaving a generous layer of spit on his rod and still slurping away even after that to keep her hair swaying. All as he got to show off his WWE Championship-level stamina to handle this sort of porn star oral action from a future multi-time Women’s Champion. “MMMM… But, uh, as good as this is, Becks?” He said, smirking again when Lynch let out a rather telling groan around his length from the nickname. “You’re kind of hogging me all to yourself…” He said, looking over to Flair, who tried to play it off coolly with a glance away, stroking her hair. “MMMM… How about we see if The Queen can get down and dirty or not?” He suggested, but had to reach down with a hand on the top of Becky’s head to ‘encourage’ her to slide back even as she whined a bit, letting out a sexy gasp when that cock sprang free out of her talented mouth with a loud ‘POP’ sound.
“N-Not that I make a habit out of it or anything like that!” Flair claimed, moving in closer when Lynch, grinning as she did, shifted back to let the other beauty get in line with that huge rod. “But The Queen isn’t afraid to lower herself once in a while… For the right man, of course!” She stated, grabbing that dick by the base and despite her attitude, she very willingly guided that saliva-soaked length into her mouth. Groaning as her lips stretched in a way she’s not experienced in a long time, if ever at all. Not holding back too much either as her long blonde hair began to sway as she rocked forward and then smoothly back. Staring up with clear desire and being quite shameless with her colourful ring attire still on while she sucked some dick in the Women’s Lockerroom. Fully aware of the trouble she’d be in and a potentially ruined career if they were caught, but there was nothing like a huge piece of cock to get another part of her body doing the thinking rather than her mind.
“Atta girl, Char’!” Becky had a broad smile on, sitting and watching a woman who would be an equal friend and rival across their WWE careers doing what she had been doing moments before. Sucking dick like a common whore and moaning all around that fat cock in between the sinful slurps. “I knew a stuck-up cow like yerr had it in yerr!!” She backhandedly complimented, even as Charlotte shot a side-eye glare at the remark, but she soon went back to work with the steady motion. Filling her mouth up with more dick than she’s used to, but at the same time looking like she was built for handling massive amounts of cock just like the other stunner here is. All as she treats Ambrose not just to another dose of quality head that would otherwise finish off a normal man, and a good few lesser Superstars as well, within under a minute.
“MMMMPPHHH! MMMM! SHHHHRRLLLPPP! MMMMPPHH!!” Now Flair had her turn to leave a mess across her nicely sized and rounded tits. Splats of spit fell across the bright peacock-coloured top she still had on as the saliva fell from her chin and off the rod she was servicing. Unfazed by this prick having already been coated by Becky’s spit and now adding plenty of hers to the mix. “MMMMPPHHH! SHHHLLLKK!! MMMMM!!” Such eager bobs of the head that a couple of strands of her hair were out of place and she didn’t let that stop her. Thrilled to finally take on not just a big dick but once that could handle her perhaps surprisingly soothing and warm mouth for a woman with such an infamous arrogant attitude. Proving her words right that all it took was the right, fat and long dick to turn her from The Queen to an eager whore.
“Now look who is feckin’ hoggin’ all of Dean-O’s big feckin’ dick, huh?” Lynch teased, watching on with a sexy smile as Flair got in another round of slurps before she finally pulled off with a lusty gasp.
“I was just testing him! That’s all!” Charlotte defencelessly claimed. Glancing at that long cock with more than approval in her stare.
“Yerr testin’ somethin’ alright with that kind of crap excuse…” Becky joked again, moving up from the floor and pushing her shorts down, showing off her nicely plump ‘Irish lass-cheeks’ along with her already wet pussy. “Yerr real overdressed for this all, Char’… So get that fancy stuff off and let Dean-O show you why he’s in high demand!”
“I mean, duh! I can’t fuck with my clothes on now, can I?!” Flair snapped a bit with a glare, before she paused and stroked back her hair to compose herself. “But I’m sure Dean here will appreciate an upgrade of company, nonetheless…”
“This ain’t no competition, Queenie…” Dean said, still smirking and Flair had a slight, telling widening of the eyes at that unexpected nickname as she got to her feet. “I’ll make sure you both have a good time…” He vowed as he moved to lie on his back on one of the lockerroom benches. Looking over to watch Flair peel off that fittingly royal-designed attire for the proper look at her nicely sized tits and her tight ass. Showing the differences of the beauties with the blonde having the tight, taller and slender frame while the redhead had more thickness, especially to that plump ass. “I wouldn’t hear the end of it from Renee if I didn’t!” He said with a chuckle before he got to live out what many a WWE fan could only dream of as two of the Four Horsewomen approached him. With Flair mounting him to ease herself onto that big long cock, not even pausing to slip on some protection first, while Lynch opted to take a ride on his face, pressing her wet snatch against his smirking lips.
“Ooooooooh SHIT!!” A loud moan left Flair the moment that thick, long cock pushed upward and into her tight, wet pussy. Spreading her walls already in a way she isn’t used to and caught off guard by the fact that, even while underneath her, Ambrose didn’t just rest and take it. Actively thrusting upward into that snug box, moaning as he enjoyed the grip around his thickness. “MMMM… SHIT… That’s fucking big… MMMM! Real fucking big! AHHHH!” The Queen was already moaning and letting out dirty talk in a far from royal fashion as she took the smooth pumps from the stud she was mounted on. Rather playing catch-up with her hands on his hunky chest as she started to grind. Working her twat against the cock stuffed into herself but more being jolted along that size rather than proper bounces at the moment but still more than enough to make her blonde hair sway and her tits bounce from the firm thrusts.
“MMMM… He ain’t too feckin’ bad now, is he, Queenie?” Lynch teased, and her calling her rival and friend that nickname didn’t exactly have the same arousing effect as when Dean said it. Regardless, both women worked back and forth with their desirable hips as they groaned. Grinds of their snatches as Flair enjoyed that fat dick pumping in and out of her box while Becky got the skilled tongue of the Lunatic Fringe lapping at her delicious, wet snatch. Allowing the American hunk to dine on that Irish pussy, sipping the juices that formed and smiling still into those folds as they got firmly pressed onto him. Not the first time that he’s gotten a piece of the beauty who would go on to be The Man in the WWE, but probing with his tongue as if it was going to be the only time they hooked up, fully making the most of this wild threesome with two of the members of the Four Horsewomen.
“MMMM! It makes it… AHHHH FUCK! Worth it… MMMM! Putting up with your damn… AHHHH! Smart mouth! MMMM! To get a piece of him! MMMMM FUCK!!” Flair said between moans as the already multi-time former Women’s Champion bucked on the thrusts of that fat length being buried into her twat. The loud slap of bodies meeting now rung out along with the clear moans from both female Superstars when Dean’s crotch met the tight body of Charlotte coming down. Working with such a smooth and steady motion that it would seem like the two are regular fuck buddies despite this being the first time between the two. “MMMMM! SHIT… FUCK!! That’s fucking good! MMMM! FUCK…” She groaned as sweat began to form across that athletic frame and she showed a far filthier side to her than her usual arrogance on TV. Along with the fact that her constant shifts, matching the pace and timing of the pistoning motion into her slot, showed this isn’t the first time she’s handled some dick. Just never any as big as this, let alone being able to last and handle a woman like her.
“AHHHH! Right back feckin’ at yerr, Queenie! MMMM!” Becky teased back, moaning as she ran her hands across her jiggling tits before placing them back on her thighs to support the mounted position. Allowing her to shift back and forth to keep grinding away and working her wet folds against the eager, hungry tongue of the stud she’s sharing. Moisture formed on her body as well, showing the skill on display from that oral work that might make a porn star cream already from how good it felt. “MMMM! Considerin’ how yerr sneaked yerr way into this… AHHHH! When I was gonna be hoggin’ Dean-O to me’sell tonight! MMMM!” She pointed out how Flair, in a way, lucked out and stumbled upon the emerging ‘rental’ deals that Renee Young is making to let some of the female in-ring performers of the WWE ‘borrow’ her stud of a husband for the night once in a while. At the same time, Lynch’s moans and the smile on her face showed she didn’t mind getting into another steamy threesome with the former WWE Champion, just like how she’s enjoyed him the first time when his wife had been involved.
Underneath this all, Ambrose himself still grinned into the pussy he munched on, leaving his lips and around his mouth slick with juices, helped by the eager grinds being done on him. His groans were muffled by that tasty twat, enjoying the tight grip of Flair’s snatch around his inches as she worked up and down to meet his firm thrusts. Putting in the work even while on his back to fill up that tight pussy with his fat inches as he not only sampled another top-tier sports entertainer but completed the collection of having fucked all the members of the WWE’s groundbreaking Four Horsewomen. Not that right now his focus was on anything other than satisfying both of them with darts of his tongue and steady pumps to keep both beauties moaning on top of him. Finally getting a moment to draw in some air when Lynch, no doubt with thoughts of getting more of his big dick in mind, dismounted his handsome features. Leaving Flair free to get in another round of jolts on his dick before he started to slow down.
“SHIT… MMMMM…” Flair groaned, finally coming to a stop on top of Ambrose. “HEY!!” She then snapped with a glare as Lynch got hands-on, pulling her friend and rival off the stud they were sharing. “I wasn’t fucking done!!”
“Relax, ya big ol’ royal pain in me arse!” Lynch smirked as the two had a stare off. “I just wanted to give Dean here a chance to bang the lass he’d been plannin’ on getting’ tonight!”
“Easy, easy now…” Ambrose spoke up, getting the attention of the duo. “You can save the fights for the ring… Becks? Come and get it from behind.” He instructed and all too eagerly, Becky walked across and got onto the bench on all fours. “Queenie? You might need to get a leg up, but I’ll keep you busy if you’re down?”
“T-That sounds acceptable…” Charlotte tried to play it off like it was no big deal as she approached. Seeing Ambrose stuff the cock that had just been up in her snatch now into Becky’s tight, wet pussy. Utilising her height, she stood at the side with her body angled as she did as asked, raising a leg and holding it up with her hand, balancing on one foot. Soon gasping in delight as it allowed Dean to lean over and start swatting his tongue against her freshly fucked pussy to get a taste of royalty with the same quick technique he’d used with the other stunner moments before.
“MMMMM! Atta’ boy, Dean-O! MMMMM! Get that… AHHHH! Big feckin’ dick… AHHHH! Deep in there! MMMMM! FECK!!” Becky moaned, almost doing all the work for them both as she lustfully shifted on her hands and knees on the bench here in the Women’s Lockerroom. Sending her plump, Irish ass smacking into the waist of the American stud behind her to take his familiar inches deep into her snug, wet tunnel. “MMMMM! That wife of yerrs… AHHHH! Is one lucky feckin’ lass… MMMM! To get this feckin’ big dick all the time! MMMM!” She groaned with some irony about how much she wanted the fat cock of one former SHIELD member and her future marriage to another part of that infamous group. For now, all that mattered was that she got those inches deep into her snatch to fill her up. Making her sweat some more as her messy red hair hung down to sway as she rocked back and forth. Taking those stiff thrusts from the back and still wanting more as she pushed to meet every incoming thrust.
“Oooooooooh FUCK! MMMMM!!” At the same time, Charlotte moaned with her free hand now on the top of Ambrose’s head to encourage the licks at her wet folds. Being thrilled to moan out as sweat rolled off her tight and toned body with a stare down at the man deep in her crotch. Feeling exactly why he’s so skilled at threesomes to make sure every babe is taken care of. Moans just as loud as when she’d been getting properly fucked minutes ago, and it’s no mere second best to get a form of ride from that hungry, experienced tongue either. “SHIT! MMMM… I can fucking see… AHHHH! Why you are in damn high demand, Dean! Ooooooooooh FUCK!! MMMM!” She admitted, shifting her hips as best she could on just the one foot to work her twat against the probes from his tongue. Feeling him darting away as he drank down the juices she had to offer and groaned into her snatch. The smile never left his face as he dined on that delicious, moist piece of pussy that should be off limits even to most WWE Superstars from the level of ego that this stunner infamously has.
Ambrose proved his talents with this wicked form of multitasking. Eating out and banging pussy at the same time to keep two of the very best competitors in sports entertainment today moaning and eager for more. Stuffed balls deep in one tight, moist snatch while sliding his tongue as deep as he could get into in another just as wet slot. Not out of favouritism, but most of his attention was on Lynch on all fours in front of him as he pumped steadily into her love tunnel with a grip on her waist. He didn’t slack off with the tongue work, however. Making sure that Flair groaned and kept shifting to rub her entrance against his lips to get eaten out already better than she’s ever taken it before. Juices stained his lips and all around that talented mouth as the smile never left him, as any man would, getting to bang two smoking hot, world-class stunners at the same time. Even if he wasn’t actually married to either of them.
“MMMMM! FECK! YES!! MMMM! FECK!! AHHHHH! FECK! GIVE ME ALL OF THAT… UHHHH! BIG FECKIN’ DICK, DEAN-O! MMMM FECK!!” Lynch groaned, gripping the sides of the bench she was being railed on top of as she drove herself back and forth sharply, making a loud slap ring out when her shapely backside crashed into his hunky waist. A motion that could have meant he wouldn’t even need to pump once and the pleasure would still be sky-high for the pair of them. “MMMMM! AHHHHH FECK! YEAH! JUST LIKE FECKIN’ THAT! MMMM! FILL ME FECKIN’ UP… AHHHH! WITH THAT BIG, FAT… AHHHH! FECKIN’ LUNATIC DICK!! MMMM!!” She groaned through loose strands of her flaming red hair as she bucked herself into the incoming thrusts from behind. Another porn star performance as sweat dripped onto the bench and the floor below like it took more energy out of her to get railed this deep and hard than any recent match she’s had.
“AHHHH… Now who is the damn bitch… MMMM! Hogging this stud and his big fucking cock, huh?? MMMMM!” Flair bitterly said, clearly wanting more of being banged this hard and good, like she’s watching happen to a career-long friend and rival. Having to settle for the moment for that educated tongue but from her loud and clear moans it’s not exactly any bad thing to get eaten out better than she’s ever handled before. Not even worried about the fact that she’s been added as the latest notch in the bedpost for this hunk who has gotten to score with a major record of WWE female Superstars over the past month or so thanks to the naughty way his wife has been enjoying not only threesomes but just knowing her husband had been banging the brains out of beautiful women even without her being there to witness it.
“MMMM…” Lynch groaned again, finally bringing her intense pace gradually to a halt. Looking back over her shoulder with another smirk. “Someone’s… MMMM! Feckin’ jonsin’ for more of Dean-O’s huge dick, huh?” She stated the obvious before making herself groan when she eased forward and let that big, still rock-hard cock, escape her moist tunnel.
“You fucking think so?” Charlotte snapped a bit, but proved that statement right when she moved out of the leg-raised position to just stand. “Now that you’re finally done with him!” She said and rather rudely shoved Becky out of the way as she swung a leg over the bench. Rather than kneeling on it, she used her height as an advantage to just bend over at the waist with a leg on either side of the seating. Sticking out her toned, smoothly rounded ass towards him with both hands on the bench to support herself as she looked back. “I know he can’t wait to get another piece of his Queenie… I mean, the Queen!” She corrected herself.
“I got an even better idea!” Lynch smirked, leaning in towards Ambrose to whisper to him. “Fuck this stuck up royal bitch up her feckin’ arse, Dean-O… I’ll take care of the rest of her!”
Nodding, Ambrose smirked and stepped behind Flair as she watched. Faking like he was going to pound that pussy all over again but this time, she gasped with wide eyes as he forced his thick, long cock into the tightness of her asshole to make her tense up but surprisingly, let out the loudest moan yet out of the supposed Queen of the WWE.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH FUUUUUUUUUCK!!” Flair’s head tilted back, moaning out with far more pleasure than the pain a normal woman would feel taking almost dry anal. Only the ‘lube’ of pussy juices coating that fat cock as it forced her super tight back passage to spread, showing that The Queen didn’t just offer up her royal backside to any guy. “HOW DID YOU KNOW I… AHHHHHHH FUCK!!” Her words were cut off when, just as Ambrose held her waist and started to ease in and out of her asshole, Becky reached underneath. Inviting herself to plunge two fingers into that wet pussy, leaving Flair taking action in both her lower holes at once to make the moans even louder than before. Bent over and taking it from behind at two angles with pumps from that fat dick and now shifts of Lynch’s fingers to turn this three-way into some even wilder bisexual action.
“FUCKING BITCH!! MMMMMMMM FUCK!! AHHHHH! YOU FUCKING BITCH, BECKS!! AHHHHH FUCK!!” Charlotte might be staring over her shoulder with a mix of anger and lust, but she still clearly backed herself up against those fingers stuffed into her snatch, along with the thrusts being sent into her tight ass. Along with the obvious sign of loving it from those loud moans echoing around the locker room. “FUCK! FUCK!! AHHHHH… FUCK!! DON’T STOP! AHHHH! BOTH OF YOU, DAMN IT! MMMM FUCK! OOOOOOOOOH FUCK!!” She groaned, sweating hard now with her blonde hair a mess and a few loose strands stuck across her face to go with the amount down her back. Bent over and taking it like a desperate slut compared to the wrestling royalty she’s supposed to be. Let alone the hints here that she’s both familiar with anal action, groaning as she took that fat dick deeper between her tight, rounded cheeks, and not a stranger to lesbian fun with the way she worked her snatch against the darks of Becky’s fingers to already leave them soaked with juices.
“Feckin’ take it, ya royal feckin’ slag!!” Becky both teased and encouraged as she went knuckles deep with the pumps of her fingers in and out of Flair’s wet snatch that’s already been more than nicely fucked and eaten out today by the hunk currently fucking The Queen up the ass. “Ain’t nobody around here can feck arse better than Dean-O can! Ain’t that right, Queenie?” She raved and got the close-up view of it, grinning as she watched that big, long cock slide in and out of Charlotte’s rump. The tightness back there more than making up for a lack of meat, keeping Ambrose groaning with a healthy sweat and he thrust in deeply and made her cheeks smack off his waist. All as Lynch played her part and pumped briskly with her fingers to take care of her rival and friend’s needy snatch like they’ve all been lovers for years, rather than this being a first time for this combo of a threesome.
“MMMMM… You heard her, Queenie! MMMM! Back it up… MMMM! And take it like a Queen!” Ambrose played along, as any man would getting to fuck a stunning blonde, even if you could argue that he gets to do just that with the woman he’s married to instead of this current arrogant beauty. Using a hand, he delivered a sharp slap to Flair’s rump while he worked his length like a piston into that vice-like passage. Groaning himself from the grip as he filled her up with more inches than she’s both used to or might ever end up taking in her still to be multi-Championship winning life. “MMMM… Something tells me… AHHHH! Queenie here likes not being in charge… MMMM! Once in a while… Right, Queenie?” He teased again before he reached across. Grabbing hold of that messy, long hair of the tall stunner to keep her head tilted back with a commanding tug. His instincts were spot on from the loudest moan yet that left her along with the telling shudder as she got bucked against his thrusts of an oncoming peak. Giving him all the more reason to pound away and give her ass harder action than she’d ever fantasised possible.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKK!!” A long and loud howl of delight left Charlotte before she came hard from the extra thrill of the hair pull, coupled with the balls deep thrusts into her ass and the similarly filling strokes of Becky’s fingers into her slot. Those digits got further soaked with the almost gush of fluids that left Flair, soaking Lynch down to the wrist to her smirking approval. “AHHHHH… AHHHHH… AHHHHH!!” Just like he’d stated earlier on, Ambrose knew better than to do a half-assed job on a tight piece of tail like this. He kept the thrusts going, just as Becky slid her fingers in and out at a slower pace, finishing Charlotte off until the other woman here felt the rush finally subside and pulled out first. Allowing Dean to get in a few more pumps before he let go of her locks and eased out of that now gaping open asshole.
“UHHHHH!!” Flair’s legs gave way, shamefully collapsing onto her front on the sweat and juices-stained lockerroom bench. “Fuck… Fuck… Fuck…” She panted but with a clear, fucked-silly expression through the loose strands of hair.
“Ya did a real number on ol’ Queenie here, huh?” Lynch grinned, sizing up that still erect dick of his. “Got enough in ya’ to make me cream just as feckin’ hard as this royal slag just did?” She said like a challenge and already moved across to roll Flair over onto her back, keeping her on the bench.
“I wouldn’t hear the end of it from you, or Renee, if I didn’t…” Dean said with a snigger. Watching as Lynch invited herself to straddle the furniture with a leg either side of it. Planting her snatch onto Flair’s exhausted features, making the other Superstar groan from the contact of another woman’s wet pussy onto her mouth. Leaving her ass deliberately stuck out and it didn’t take long before Ambrose took up the offer, moving behind and sliding his fat dick from one tight backside of a member of the Four Horsewomen into an even juicer rump.
“MMMMMM! FECK!!” Lynch groaned in delight, immediately working that plump Irish ass back and forth, handling the deep thrusts from that thick American dick with porn star ease, and not merely from having taken this huge length before during a different three-way. “MMMM! THAT’S IT, DEAN-O! AHHHH! FECK ME ARSE WITH THAT BIG FECKIN’ DICK!! MMMM! DEEP AND FECKIN’ HARD!!” She begged and got just that with the firm, smooth pumps. Easily helping her to shift and grind her snatch against Charlotte’s groaning mouth, feeling slight flicks of the tongue as her juices dripped and gave her future heated rival a full taste of her snatch. Even if the focus here is on getting fucked up the ass, feeling her anal passage getting stretched out by the biggest cock she’s ever taken on.
Ambrose smirked, no doubt with even more reasons to be thankful for his kinky wife who keeps setting him up with fucking other women as he plunges his fat, lengthy shaft in and out of a more than plump booty. Watching those ‘Irish lass-cheeks’ clap off his waist when he drives in, only pulling a few inches out before ramming back in with a moan of approval before he quickly repeated the motion. Showing his stamina to still have something left in the tank for another round of anal with a gorgeous female Superstar right after being balls deep in some tight ass. Grunting as he looked to finish off this future WrestleMania Main Event winner as she rode on top of a beauty who would end up being one of her opponents in that match years from now.
“AHHHHH YA FECKER! YES! FECK! AAAAAAAAAAHH! DON’T FECKING STOP! MMMMM!!” Lynch panted as the pressure built from being rammed full with dick, and showing why she was so eager to get another piece of this stud as clearly the first three-way she’d gotten with him had only left her craving a good time all over again. Getting all of that and then some here in truly filthy fashion as she left Charlotte’s mouth and lips coated with juices from the grinding she’s performing. Feeling muffled groans and no doubt some cursing from Flair into that twat along with licks of the tongue, with her hands clamped onto the blonde’s rack no doubt intentionally for enjoy some dominance over the usually arrogant Queen. Now getting used like a living sex toy to race Lynch towards a peak as she got off on her ass being rammed full with cock.
With another smile, Dean reached over to test if the freaky side of the Four Horsewoman he’d banged before was shared with the one he was currently balls deep inside of. Grabbing a deep handful of the messy, sweat-soaked red hair of Becky to firmly tug. Instantly making her howl in delight when she got her head tilted and held there. Yanked back and forth to take the pumps in time with the pull on the locks, ensuring that the clap when her ass met his body rang out loud along with their moans. A sharp, piston-like motion as even this late into the wild, bisexual threesome he still didn’t hold back. Showing why his wife wouldn’t be short of any contracts down for a booty call with this hunk who displayed a set of skills better suited for a skin flick than the pro wrestling ring.
“AHHHHHHHHHH FEEEEEEEEEEEEECKKKK MMMMMMMMM!!” Another long and loud escaped Becky before she came hard from Dean fucking her ass from behind, easily triggered by the extra force of the hair pulls like she was as much of a fuck doll as the babe underneath her was. Charlotte could only groan and choke a bit, getting her mouth flooded with sweet juices that she found herself swallowing down and not merely to avoid getting drowned by the gush. No other place to go than just have her face ridden as Lynch got to enjoy the waves of pleasure from Ambrose’s cock still thrusting away to properly finish her off. Not pulling out until her arms started to go limp and when he let go of her hair, she shamed herself a bit with a slump forward on top of the other Superstar. Showing off her stretched asshole as the two stunners panted for long overdue air.
“Feck… Feck!!” Lynch groaned, needing a few moments to finally push herself up. “How the feck… Do yerr get better at this every feckin’ time, Dean-O?” She asked with a tired smile as she moved off of Flair.
“I got a damn fine wife who keeps me real busy…” Dean correctly stated with a shameless smile. “And these days even when she’s not on the road with me!”
“Shit… Sign me up if she needs… Another fill in to take care of you again…” Charlotte said, starting to sit up but letting out a groan when Lynch grabbed her to more haul her off the bench.
“We ain’t feckin’ done yet, Queenie!” Becky said, bring her friend and rival with her to kneel eagerly on the lockerroom floor. “Not until Dean-O paints us like a couple of cheap hookers!”
“S-Speak for yourself! I’m not…” Flair tried to protest, but her gaze was drawn to Ambrose stroking away and aiming at herself and Lynch. “W-Well… Maybe just this once…” She relented as Becky had a knowing smirk, expecting that reaction.
She also knew what was next and both women smartly closed their eyes. Getting rained on when Dean let out a deep grunt and started to plaster both beautiful faces with thick ropes and hot spunk. A plentiful share for both freshly fucked female Superstars to stain their cheeks, foreheads and lips that were already glazed with one another’s juices. Just plenty more now with the seed that caught in the loose strands of hair across their features and at the sides of their faces a little. Topped off by the drips from them onto their heaving chests that made it seem like they’d just taken the loads from a group of men instead of a single hunk who wasn’t even married to either of them.
“Fucking Hell!!” Charlotte groaned, just sitting back and enjoying the feeling of being treated like a cum dumpster instead of the untouchable Queen she’s supposed to be. “Shit… It’s all fucking over me…” She tried to complain, but her voice being full of lust contrasted that completely.
“Damn right it is…” Becky said, carefully cleaning her eyes. “But let me help you with that…” She said, inviting herself to lean in and run her tongue up the side of Charlotte’s face, scooping off spunk from her to swallow down with a cheeky grin.
“You bitch!” Flair, finally looking, glared at her rival and ally. “We’re gonna have fucking words about this… Especially about the fingers stuff! And you smothering me!”
“Ya feckin’ loved it, ya dirty slag!” Lynch teased. “But never mind that… What about you, Dean-O?” She asked, looking up at Dean. “Think ya got enough in you to take this party back to the hotel? Since Renee asked us to make sure ya weren’t lonely tonight and all!” She claimed as both she and Flair took a good look at his softening cock.
“I mean, if you two are gonna get along and play nice?” Dean said with a smile, watching the two women giving each other the eye. “Then I think I’ve got room to spare once we get out of this joint… As long as you two don’t mind helping fill in Renee about all the details when she calls me up in, oh… Probably an hour or two from now…” He added with a chuckle. Knowing that, as has become quite regular for him now, his post-show evening was going to be very eventful and physical long into the night.
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