SEX FICTION... NOT REAL
I was sitting in the WWE Headquarters office of the one and only Stephanie McMahon. She and I know each other very well. We used to go out. We've shared some fun memories over the years.
Stephanie walked in and greeted me, hugging me, kissing me on the cheek. "James... long time no see. How have you been dear?"
"Great. You're looking spectacular as always Stephanie. Super somkin hot." I told her. Stephanie was wearing a tight red, velvet top... that showed off her big tits... and skin tight black pants... that showcased her beautiful, well toned legs. Her long brown hair was in a ponytail. It moved so perfectly, whenever she turned her head. Stephanie is fucking gorgeous from head to toe.
"Ha. Thank you handsome. Please, sit." Stephanie directed me, and walked around her desk, sitting down, smiling beautifully.
"So, what brings you here today?" She asked.
"Well... I wanna pimp you." I shocked Stephanie.
She looked at me in complete surprise, her mouth open. "Excuse me." Stephanie leaned forward onto her desk and looked at me with a totally confused look.
"I wanna pimp you."
"I heard that part. I meant, what do you mean, pimp me?" Stephanie still couldn't figure out why I would say that.
"I wanna put you out on the street and have you fuck and suck random strangers to make me money." I looked at her with a very confident smirk.
"What makes you think I would ever, in a million years, do something like that? I mean... I'm Stephanie McMahon. I'm Chief Brand Officer for World Wrestling Entertainment... and I'm married. Why would you want that James? We're friends. We used to be involved. I don't understand why you would ask something of me, so beneath me." Stephanie is a cocky bitch.
"Cause your so fucking hot... and it turns me on thinking about you fucking and sucking strangers to make me money. It gets me hard. See." I showed Stephanie my huge erection in my pants. She shook her head, but still looked.
I sat in the chair smirking, looking right at her, rubbing my bulge.
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my twelve inches. Stephanie always loved my huge cock, but she pretended to not look. I just sat there with my huge cock hanging out, smirking at Stephanie, laughing at how much she wanted me, but pretended she didn't.
I knew I was gonna have to fuck her real good to convince her to walk the track for me. I also knew I could... Stephanie did too.
"Why the hell would I ever wanna be a whore? I'm a boss bitch, not a common streetwalker." Stephanie said, upset that I would think she would sell her perfect body for so little.
"Because you want me to... and I want to. You're a whore Stephanie. You and I both know it. It turns you on. You won't admit it, cause your so worried about being a sophisticated boss, but I know you. You and I are soul mates. We should've gotten married. Now... crawl over here and suck me off. We need to hurry up. I wanna put you out on the track tonight. I'm gonna enjoy watching you be a cheap streetwalking whore. No high class call girl shit for you baby. You're gonna be a street corner dick sucker." I wiggled my cock at her and smirked so big. Stephanie looked so offended, yet turned on.
Stephanie thought about it for several minutes. I kept wiggling my cock at her, then just smoking, not looking at her, my cock right there for her to drool over. Stephanie chuckled. She was always attracted to my confidence and cocky attitude about sex. She was turned on, her nipples poking through her top, proving so.
Stephanie finally realized I was right about her. I laughed. She smirked. "You're a cocky bastard aren't you James?" Stephanie said, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, a boss bitch smirk on her perfect face.