Since I was 16 I've been a wrestling fan, the women are horny, and the Rock kicks serious arse. So I was delighted when one of my friends got tickets to RAW is WAR in M.S.G. during the Gap year we were taking touring America. We'd even laid bets on who would get bedded the most in America and who would get bedded my the hottest woman. Now I'm very modest, and I don't have the 8-14 ridiculously large dicks some read about in these trash stories, my dick is 6 inches, and my balls aren't particularly large, so I'm average or small, depending on whose perspective you look at it from. I also am not a slut/escort and have very British values, e.g. Most Americans are evil as they are mostly short sighted and they elect the most stupid president (BUSH) who won't sign a Kyoto agreement, which I see as very important for the future. I hope you begin to get a fair picture of the kind of bloke I am.
Anyway the deal is that most of the WWF Diva's are really hot. And I really respect their athleticism and showmanship even if it is entertainment scripted. I never dreamed I'd meet one though. When I saw Stephanie sucking my dick I let out a moan of pleasure. The brunette had made me hard and cum was already running down the side of her face. I'm not the kind of guy who likes to waste time so I sat up on the couch and she moved to get a better position also allowing me to get a decent view of her tits. Gasping for air, and not wanting to wake Lita up I reluctantly pulled her face upward and away from my cock- kissed her passionately and telling her she was "Tough Enough" told her to leave as I slid down next to Lita contently and cautiously picked her up placed her on top of myself and straddled her while she quietly slept, and placing my head back on the pillow tried to sleep again.
The only problem was that her red hair kept falling into my mouth every time I breathed so instead of breathing I ended up half breathing in and half blowing out- not the best way to try and get to sleep. Steph left a few minutes later- fully clad and washed with her finger down her skirt. This red hair ended up driving me wild. So instead of seeing nothing at all I decided to take matters into my own hands and get a better view. Problem is that once you see her naked you just want her, and sure enough after gingerly moving her I seeing those breasts heaving with every breath I started doing exactly what Steph had been doing to me- arousing her.
Starting with the breasts I moved my tongue out of it's hole and cautiously licked her from the bottom of the breast up the mound to the peak of the nipple then all the way down again the other side in a zigzagging form so that by the time I'd run out of saliva her breasts and what little chest there was were glistening with my saliva. She was awake then moaning contentedly her lips trembling as our faces met. She moaned words something to the effect of "we've got to stop- gotta go to work" she purred them again as I ignored her my brain too enraptured with moving my tongue down her face to care what she was saying. Passing her naval and the white skin mark where her G string normally is viewed and just as I was about to taste the supreme treasure when she got up making my tongue whiz along her somewhat furrier pubic hair and pre-cum juices and down her leg.
Call me desperate, but I didn't want to let her go so at knee height I followed the beauty into the shower lapping at her legs as more juice flowed down it mixing with water. My sausage was now oozing white juice over the darkened purple head and realising that there was no way I could stick my cock into her as she was turning around on the cold stone floor I resorted to grabbing her hips, and tackling her, putting my hand to catch her head. I think she was so startled by this that she didn't protest, but already having lost some load I stuck my cock into her tight hole and proceeded to move up and down on her. Pleasure had probably overcome her by now as she didn't complain, just lay perfectly still letting me feel around inside her with my shaft. Until she suddenly bolted almost as though she were having a seizure and came onto my cock splashing steaming juice onto the floor.
I turned to try and lap some off the floor, but all too soon it had washed away. Clutching a nearby rail she steadily got up and continued her washing, whilst I lay on the floor dazed until she accidentally trod on my arm, making me yelp in pain. Star struck I think was the term as I watched her wash all the smells of sex off her, and even though I stood up I she started splashing me with water encouraging me to wash with her I just stood there like a grinning idiot until she was done and got a towel from the rail and bring it around me she re-entered the area where the water was still splashing down, soaking the towel and making me start to get rid of the smells that were surrounding me. Then as though she wanted to torture me for all the rough sex we'd had she took the towel, knotted it and instructed me to stand where the "water was flowing". I complied and she said "I've always wanted to try this" and she fiercely started whipping me with this wet, hard towel, leaving my back red and sore.
Hobbling out of the hotel I made my way to WWF New York, in an attempt to wake me up from the fierce whipping I'd just endured and ultimately to get away from a sadist and just guzzle coffee to my heart's content. Not knowing about "Tough Enough" I was shocked to see Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley waltz out onto the stage in front of a lucky 13. She briefly caught my eye, and I could have sworn that the speech in which she stated "I'm excited" was directed at me… at which point I spat out the smouldering coffee onto my clothes- (If you watched it you'll see that that is why she perked up a smile)- anyway the 'lucky 13' were then left to their own devices as she went backstage. I was surprised because usually I thought she liked to be the centre of attention… it didn't take long to figure out why- a security guy had just perked up his face as she whispered something on his ear. 'Slut of the month or what?' I wondered as I scouted around for any familiar faces.
No body I recognised was otherwise around, but I got a few odd looks as I continuously scoured the room over the top of my paper. As the spoon fell down, and I bent to pick it up I saw a pair of legs that never seemed to end… if you've ever seen these 41 inch slender legs, I need them back! They were clean-shaven, sparkling with baby lotion and belonged to one very fit fine looking WCW star Stacey Keibler. Her face, angelic compared to anyone in the WWF I can think of (except maybe Molly Holly) and although she was heavily disguised under thick clothes and shades you could tell it was her- and that she was famous 'cos about every male in the joint was staring at her- infatuated with gaping mouths. All I could do was join them in staring as the blonde bent down and picked up a sugar cube from next to my table- giving the blokes a view of her ass, and me her cleavage. "Sorry" she murmured, as she sat at the table next to me- it was then that I felt like a fool for not noticing her earlier. "You enjoying the show?" I leaned over and whispered to her? "Not especially… not my style- I'm actually here to try and pick up a few pointers from Tazz and the crew"
"Wrestling wise?"
"Is that so hard to believe?"
"Yes and no"
"Whaa?"
