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The date was Monday, March 14, 2005 in Atlanta, Georgia and the event was Monday Night Raw. I was a gym owner based out of Florida with gyms in a lot of big cities in the south like Atlanta. I flew up to Atlanta from Miami that night to visit my girlfriend, WWE diva Christy Hemme, at Raw. She was going to have four days off after the show, so she asked me to make the trip and then take her back to Florida with me for the rest of the week, which I planned on doing. When I met her at the building just before 8pm Eastern time (Raw was going live at 9pm Eastern) we quickly went off to a private area where we fooled around a bit. We couldn't fuck because there were people around backstage everywhere, so after we made out she told me of some news.
"Jeff, baby," she told me privately, "I'm sorry we can't have fun right now, but you understand, right?"
"Yeah, it's cool." I told her, "I know this is your work and it wouldn't be appropriate. We always have tonight, though, right?"
"About that, I can't be with you tonight." She informed me.
"What?" I was a little angry. "I came here to be with you specifically tonight and now you're telling me..."
"I need you to fuck Trish..." she told me matter of factly.
"Why would you say something like that?" I asked her, clearly puzzled by her words.
"A couple months ago, before I met you, I stayed at her place in Toronto after one of the shows and mentioned how her boyfriend was cute." She explained, "I was pretty lonely at the time, so when she mentioned him to me for a one night stand I went for it and I spent the night with him. The deal was that when I had a boyfriend she would get to be with him. She's single now and after I told her you'd be coming here she told me she wants some company."
"And what if I don't?" I asked, just out of curiosity.
"She'll make my life hell." She pulled me in close to explain it to me. "Look, she's one of my best friends in the company and if you don't do this for me then it's going to put a strain on that relationship permanently. She has a lot of power around here as the women's champion. I might be out of a job if some people find out. I showed her a picture of you and she's interested, so this could help me. I don't want to lose my job so please...do it for me." She kissed me on the lips. As she did that, I noticed Trish walking towards us. She was wearing this long black buttoned up gown with heels and I'm not sure what was on underneath. Being the women's champion, she was also holding that title in her arms. She was checking me out in my buttoned down blue dress shirt and tight jeans.
"Well, if it isn't Christy's beloved Jeff," Trish said with a twinkle in her eye. "I assume she told you about our deal?"
"Yeah, I did," Christy told her with fervor.
"So Jeff, are you going to complete your part of the deal or should I..."
As Trish spoke, Christy nodded at me as if to say it was okay. "I'll do it," I told her.
Trish licked her lips like a lion about ready to get its prey. She rubbed her hands on my biceps as well as my rib cage, getting a feel of me. "Good. Let's go."
"What?" Christy was angry. "I thought you said after the show in the hotel?"
"Changed my mind," she grinned. "I love a good fuck before I perform out there and plus I don't have a match, so I could use some action. I just got done a lingerie photo shoot and it got me in the mood. Let's go to my locker room, Jeff. When you're the women's champ you get your own room. Your little bitch of a girlfriend wouldn't know what that's like."
Trish started walking in the other direction as Christy hugged me and told me, "sorry you have to do this." I mouthed back some generic shit like "anything for you." We had built our relationship on honesty and trust, which are things I did value, but knowing that I could go fuck a hot piece of ass like Trish with my girlfriend knowing about it had me so turned on. Of all the girls I could hook up with Trish was the one I wanted most.
I followed Trish down the hall to where her locker room was. As she walked, she was unbuttoning her black gown and she turned around to face me before we entered the room. She had on this one piece black lingerie piece that was strapless. Her awesome tits were really showing and it was low on the bottom barely covering any of her. She also had on pantyhose and heels, which I loved. She handed the gown and the title to me.
She opened the door, then grabbed me by the hand to pull me in after her. I walked in the room first, there were two sofas, a soft chair and not much else. I put the title and her gown on the ground. She locked the door, then told me to "take it all off." I pulled off my pants and tossed them to the side, same with my boxers. She walked over to me, looking down at my dick. She rubbed it.
"Mmmm," she said while rubbing my cock, "I think I can find a lot of uses for that." I took off my shirt and we kissed eachother passionately with our tongues thrashing around in our mouths. She rubbed her hands along my chest, "Do as I say and I promise you'll forget that little bitch ever existed." She turned around so that I could zip down her black lingerie top, exposing her fantastic breasts. I rubbed them, kissed them, licked them and ever so gently bit them. Her smile was wide, so I knew I was pleasing her. She pulled me by the hand over to the soft chair in the corner of the room.
I sat in the chair while she hovered over top of me. "You really like my tits, huh?" She asked while I nodded my head yes. "Show me." I cupped her right breast in my hand and kissed it all over. I licked it, I rubbed it, I caressed it and I really enjoyed every single second of it. I did it with her left as well.
"Your tits are amazing," I told her, but as I did that she kept putting them in my face. I knew she must have liked how I treated them. I worked on her nipples, putting them in my mouth, biting them gently and getting them hard. She was moaning in pleasure. I went from the right one to the left one. They were fake like Christy's, but they were bigger and they felt perfect. I wanted to titty fuck her, so I picked her up and put her into the chair.
"I'm going to fuck them..." I told her while I rubbed them, "hard."
"Not too hard," she grinned, "because I need you to fuck my pussy and believe me I like it real hard there."
She stuck her chest out and I leaned forward with my cock in between her tits while she pressed them together for me. I got in close, ramming my 11 inch rod up and down her chest, poking her jaw and pleasuring her breasts. "Oh yeah, you definitely know how to use that." I didn't like her talking, so I went even harder into her, pushing up against her chest forcefully. She kept talking to me, "I want you to fuck me harder than you've ever fucked that bitch." I smiled to let her know I was more than happy to do just that.
Once we were both satisfied with the titty fucking, she pulled me over to the couch. She got on all fours, leaned her chest down and stuck her ass high into the air. She turned back to me with a big grin on her face. I took off her thong quickly, sliding it down her legs and tossing it to the floor. She spread her legs apart so I could move in. I decided to eat out he pussy first.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! FUCK!"
I rubber her clit with my finger, which was deep inside of her now. I could feel her body shaking.
"Oh God, that feels soooooooooooooooooo good!"
"You like that, huh?" I bent my head down so that is right above her clit. "I wonder if my tongue likes it in there too."
