Wwe Stipulations Becky Vince And Stephanie

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In the backstage areas of the arena, a door to a private locker room opened. Standing in the doorway was the busty Stephanie McMahon. Tugging on the hem of a figure-hugging aqua-coloured dress, she adjusted the garment, pulling it down to cover her bare crotch and rounded backside. Casting about, she was relieved to see no one about at the moment. Fingers moving to the scooped neckline of the dress, it too was readjusted, settling over the inflated bosom of the Billion Dollar Princess.

'I'll talk to my father,' she said over her shoulder before walking away down the echoing corridor. Behind her, sitting on the floor, one arm propped up on a bench, was the naked and sweating Seth Rollins. Slumped against his thigh was a limp cock, shining wetly from recent use. Breathless, all he could manage was a flick of the wrist, giving a farewell wave to the departing boss's daughter.

Satisfied smile on her face, a spring in her step, Stephanie walked through the backstage area. Nodding to WWE superstars and crew passing by, her destination was her father's office. It was the day of the Royal Rumble 2019 and the winners of both the men's and women's Rumbles had yet to be finalised. Coming from the man's dressing room, Seth Rollins had just made a rather physical and pleasurable argument on behalf of his girlfriend, Becky Lynch, to be awarded victory in the women's competition. Without knocking, Steph opened the door with the nameplate Vince McMahon on it and stepped through.

Apparently in the middle of a meeting, her father was stood leaning forward in the middle of the room, holding up his shirt and tan sports coat, the matching pants around his ankles. Kneeling behind Vince, hands clasping his muscular buttocks and keeping them spread, was Becky Lynch. Dressed in black t-shirt and leggings, her face was pressed into the butt crack of the boss. From the sloppy wet noises she was making, it was clear Becky was rather vigorously tossing Mr McMahon's salad. Copper-coloured hair tossing about, the performer was delving as deep and as hard as she could.

Becky making her own argument for the Rumble win?

Steph thought to herself. Out loud she said, 'So, I take it that the "Vince McMahon Kiss My Ass Club" is still open for business?'

'Steph,' the WWE CEO greeted his daughter, making no effort to stop or cover up the activity. 'Come on in,' he said, a grin on his lined face. 'Ms Lynch here is trying to convince me to give the win to Rollins tonight,' he said, partially proving his daughter's silent supposition correct.

Interesting

, the WWE executive thought.

Seth and Becky both fucking a McMahon for the other to get the win? And I bet each doesn't know what the other is up to.

A broad grin spread across her full glossy lips. 'And how persuasive is she being?' An evil chuckle came from her dad.

'I'm not convinced yet,' Vince said.

In response to his words, Becky pushed her tongue against the man's asshole. Tongue-tip digging into the tight little opening, she forced it through the outer sphincter. Breath huffing into the surprisingly smooth and well maintained butt crack, she lashed at the hidden hole. With waving motions of the strong muscle, she tongued her employer's anal passage. Firmly pressing down from all sides, the ring of muscle tasted good to the woman, a practiced eater of ass.

'Talking of Rumble winners, have you decided on the winner for the women's match?' Steph asked, trying to ignore the increasingly wet and lewd sounds coming from behind the man.

With a grunt of pleasure, Mr McMahon pushed back against the copper-haired wrestler, urging her on with her oral duties. It was well established within the company that if any of the talent wished to progress their careers they needed to please the owner of the WWE. Many a future champion had found themselves in Becky's position - and plenty of other positions as well. After a moment, he answered his daughter.

'Charlotte Flair,' he said, eyes closed, a happy expression on his face as the ass tonging continued unabated.

Pulling her tongue from the moistened anus, Becky circled the glistening sphincter. Under her talented appendage she could feel the ridged muscle twitching to her ministrations. It came as no surprise that Charlotte would be awarded the Rumble win. However, it was for Seth, her boyfriend, that she was currently eating Vince's ass. Broad strokes lathered the muscular crease with saliva, slickening the rather toned flesh. Pressing her face harder against the man, her tongue once more filled the anal cavity. Flicking back and forth, she ass fucked Vince McMahon with her tongue as his daughter watched.

'You certainly could go that way,' Stephanie was saying, 'But it is rather predictable.' Arms crossed under an impressive bust, she was finding it hard to concentrate with the noise Becky was making, the muffled sounds of spirited slurping filling the well-appointed room. Having only recently been brought to orgasm herself, Stephanie was finding the distraction was having another effect. Against her aqua dress the twin studs of her nipples were readily apparent. Beneath the garment, her pussy was tingling, growing warmer. Already saturated from the jizz that Seth had planted minutes earlier, the woman could feel a distinct increase in her wetness.

'Uh huh,' Vince barely responded, too caught up in the diverting experience from behind.

'I've got a suggestion for a winner which I believe will be better received,' the brunette said. Having given her word in return for being made to cum, she had to convince her father to let Becky take the win tonight. But it didn't appear the man was listening; he was too busy enjoying himself with the wrestler on her knees. Feeling a trickle of moisture slipping down her inner thigh, unencumbered by the lack of panties, her father wasn't the only one being distracted by the Irish woman.

Poking out from the man's crotch, Vince was stiffly erect. A long thick bar of veiny man meat topped with an angry looking crown, it sprouted from a trimmed bush of dark hair. Hanging below was a large dangling sack, heavy with two grapefruits full of McMahon seed. Stepping closer, Stephanie reached down. Long fingers wrapping around her dad's cock, she started stroking. Working from the glands downwards, her palm caressed the scalding hot flesh, fingers squeezing its turgid girth. At the same time her rounded thighs began to slide one against the other. The sensation of flesh on flesh contact served to further heighten Steph's own arousal even as her moist inner thighs put pressure on her cunny, forced the swollen outer labia to shift together and deliver a more than pleasant sensation to her stiff little clit.

Not the first time she'd walked in on her father and a slut from the female locker room, Steph was experienced with dealing with him when he was in such a compromising position. If she wanted to get through to him, she had to get him off so he could think with a clearer head.

And not this one

, she thought, giving his meaty glands a playful squeeze.

Tongue lapping away at the man's butt hole, Becky could sense something was happening since Stephanie came closer. Vince's nutsack was swinging, the heavy pouch occasionally bouncing off her chin as her copper-topped head moved up and down, her rounded features hidden between his hot cheeks. Face flushed from the trapped heat, her breath huffed in her ears, the sound mixed by the obscene noises her mouth was making.

Mr McMahon was loving life with a hot Irish lass tonguing his asshole and his beautiful daughter pumping his rock hard dick. Turning his head, he was eye-to-nipple with the large puppies he'd purchased for Stephanie. Pushing against the straining cloth of the clinging dress, they were perfectly formed with no sign of a supporting bra.

Probably not wearing panties either

, he thought. It was one of the reasons the CEO was very strict when it came to avoiding upskirt shots of his own daughter on television. Unfortunately, she wanted to talk about Rumble winners which was distracting him.

Pulling away from the very talented Ms Lynch, the burly figure turned around, presenting his stiff cock. Without invitation he stuffed it into her mouth. Deep chested groan sounding, he pressed inwards until the head hit the entrance to her throat. Bear paw clamping onto her head, large fingers curling into the rich red hair, he pulled Becky further forward, forcing her to take him down her throat. Ignoring the gagging of the sexy wrestler, he kept pulling on her skull until his entire schlong was stuffed down the gullet.

'Oh, God, that's good,' Vince moaned as Becky's face buried into his sparse bush. Around his embedded member her throat was struggling to accept the thick intrusion. Rippling sensations engulfed his cock as the woman fought for breath, swallowing in her attempts to catch some air. Encircling his girth, her lips were stretched tight, tongue lashing the underside. Much of the female locker room had been here and the owner of the company was a connoisseur of the varying techniques they employed, the way each of them felt different. However, he insisted that at one time or another, they all deep throat him. Becky wasn't the best, but she wasn't bad either.

Cock momentarily withdrawn allowed Becky to suck in a lungful of air. But rather than wait for the boss she plunged back down on his prick of her own accord. Prepared this time, there was no gagging as the big dick was crammed down her neck again. Knowing what Mr McMahon liked the female grappler bobbed her head, letting the angry-looking crown free for her tongue to lash all over, the tip digging into the piss hole. Hearing a groan from above, she pressed back into his pubes, letting his member back into her throat. Bobbing her head back and forth, she fellated Vince in front of his daughter. Mouth full, she looked up to see Steph watching closely, an almost critical gleam in her blue eyes.

Watching her father getting a blowjob was getting the WWE princess hot. Not having come down completely from her earlier engagement she was feeling horny again, the show in the office only stoking her lust higher. Looking down, she watched "The Man" swallowing cock down her throat over and over, could even track its progress as it filled the constricting passage.

Not a bad technique

, she thought as her eyes locked with Becky's dark ones.

'Try sucking his balls. He likes that,' Mrs McMahon-Helmsley said. Wrapping her fingers back around her father's dong, now slick with saliva from the other woman's oesophagus, Steph took control of it. Raising it up, her hand stroked along its slippery length. Ducking her head down, the "Lass Kicker" did as advised. With broad swipes of her spit-coated tongue, she bathed the large hanging gonads.

Turning to his daughter, Vince looked again at her busty chest. 'Get your titties out, Steph. Let daddy see 'em,' he demanded, voice gruff with excitement.

One hand still working her dad's girthy stalk, the other grabbed the scooped neckline of the off-the-shoulder dress she wore. Yanking it down, hearing the material stretch, she bared her stacked bosom. Overly proportioned, they sat proud on her chest, full and round, the skin flawless and honeyed. Large areola darkened the tips while stiff teats pointed back towards the one who'd paid for them.

'I have to admit, Steph, you were right when you convinced me to get those,' the CEO said, staring at them. Releasing her grip on her dad's shaft, the brunette cupped her boobs, pushing them together and hefting them higher, offering them up.

'Go ahead, dad. Suck my titties.'

Leaning towards his daughter, Vince latched onto one hard nipple. Hungrily he suckled, drawing the entire areola into his mouth. Throwing her head back, the executive moaned as her father breastfed. Shoulder turning, she offered up the other breast which was soon engulfed, the ravenous mouth sucking hard, tongue flicking over the nipple.

Fiery hair whipping around her head, Becky had returned her mouth to the boss's rod, glistening with her spit. Almost mimicking the man's mouth, her own was sucking voraciously, hollowed cheeks severely defining her cheekbones. Encircling the stem as they shuttled along the length, her lips slid up and down, spreading the viscous fluid from her throat. Behind them her tongue lashed at the crown every time it briefly rested in her saliva-filled gob.

My God

, she silently thought. Through eyes wide with shock and surprise, she couldn't believe what she was seeing: Vince McMahon sucking his own daughter's knockers. Even as she watched, he grabbed her boobs, mouth moving between them as he attacked the nipples. And Steph herself was moaning hotly, clearly enjoying the attention. Lynch had heard locker room talk about Vince and Steph but hadn't believed it before now. Inside her leggings, Becky's quim was sopping. Performing fellatio always got her randy, but the bonus display of incest was mind-blowing. Beneath her merchandised "The Man" t-shirt her nipples with stiff with matched desire.

'Oh, that's nice daddy. You know what else would be nice? How about letting Ms Lynch down there win the women's Rumble this year?' No answer came beyond the continued suckling at her chest. 'It could be good publicity, the happy couple winning their respective matches and going on to Wrestlemania,' she tried again.

Clearly his mind on other things, the boss still didn't answer. Standing in the middle of his office, pants around his ankles as Becky Lynch sucked him off while his own mouth latched onto the bountiful bust of his own daughter, match winners were the last thing concerning him right now. Instead, it was the knowledge that his balls were lifting, cock swelling as it prepared to spew forth a load of precious McMahon seed.

Familiar with the situation, Steph reached down and grabbed her daddy's dick. Hand rapidly shuttling up and down, she stroked the shaft into Becky's sucking mouth. Just like the wrestler, the executive needed to please the company owner if she were to get what she wanted. Left hand moving downwards, it slid over her father's tight ass. Unable to stop herself, she gave it a playful pinch. Sliding over the bunching muscle, the fingers slipped into the butt crack still slick with saliva from Ms Lynch. Reaching further, delving inwards, Stephanie felt for Vince's asshole. Slippery from its recent tongue lashing, the sphincter offered only the slightest resistance as the busty brunette pushed two fingers up her dad's bum.

'Oh, yeah, Steph,' the man said, finally pulling his mouth from her tits. Eyes closed in rapture, he basked in the feeling of the Irish scrapper on her knees, mouth busily working while Steph milked his prostate, two fingers jabbing savagely up his back alley. 'God, I'm gonna...'

Hearing the words, Becky Lynch pulled back until only the head remained trapped behind her closed lips, the scalding knob throbbing dangerously against her tongue. Digging as deep as possible with one hand, with the other the Billion Dollar Princess wanked her sire into the wrestler's mouth, the motion sounding obscene due to the abundance of spit greasing its passage. Suddenly Vince's body went rigid, shaking as he started to cum.

'Don't swallow,' Stephanie ordered the kneeling employee. Beneath her shuttling hand she could feel the pulsing throb as her father's rich seed spilt.

Eyes locked with the half-naked brunette, Becky did as ordered. Keeping her lips braced around the pumping cockhead, she let her employer spew his balls into her gob. Thick wads of the salty substance splashed against her tongue, now curled to prevent it running down her throat. Powerful throbbing presaged another bolt of the warm male juice adding to the gathering pool. Moaning around the gobful of jizz, she watched avidly as the McMahon's kissed. Unsubtle as ever, Vince jammed his tongue into his daughter's mouth. Moving about, she could see it pressing into Steph's cheeks even as she tried to suck her own dad's tongue. Heads twisting and turning, they snogged passionately, the man mauling the bare naked breasts while Steph held his pumping prick as it spilt its last. Beneath her kneeling body, the crotch of Becky's leggings was a hot wet mess. An abundance of feminine honey was dribbling from her quim, leaking into the pliable spandex, staining the dark cloth. Witnessing the incestuous duo was one of the sexiest things she'd ever seen.

Giving a satisfied moan, Vince took a half-step back, plump manhood plopping from between glistening lips. At a gesture from Stephanie, the Irish lass opened her mouth wide, displaying a pearlescent pond of thick greasy cum. Dipping a manicured finger into the pool, she swirled the warm gunk around. Holding the finger aloft, it was varnished with the male essence. Smiling down on the other woman, the executive put the finger into her own mouth, sucking her father's seed from it. At another gesture from the looming brunette, Becky Lynch closed her mouth and loudly swallowed Vince McMahon's semen. Opening wide to prove her task complete, dregs of the viscous fluid strung between her teeth, spotted the oral cavity. Tongue roving around, it gathered up the remains before a second swallow devoured what was left.

Now that Vince had had his end away, Stephanie wanted a go. Grasping the hem of her aqua coloured dress, she yanked it up to reveal well-toned and shapely thighs and no panties. As rumoured around the locker room, she was clean shaven, her snatch a neatly packaged slot, currently shining with moisture dribbling from her sexpot. Dress now wrapped around her middle, she cut a stunning topless figure, curvy in all the right places. Sidestepping in front of the kneeling superstar, she abruptly spun around, presenting her round ass. High-heeled feet apart, back arching, she reached behind, grasped her butt cheeks and parted them.

Becky had come to the CEO's office with the explicit intention of getting Seth Rollins picked as the Royal Rumble 2019 winner. Knowing she'd have to please the boss, she now realised she'd have to pleasure the boss's daughter as well. Horny as she'd ever been, she eagerly buried her face into the ass crack of Stephanie McMahon.

'Ooh, yes, that's nice,' Ms McMahon-Helmsley moaned. Holding her buttocks open, pressing her rear backwards, she savoured Becky Lynch's tongue probing at her asshole. At first it swiped over the crinkled opening, laying down a wash of warm saliva. Knowing her father's own sperm was probably part of the fluid greasing her back passage only added to Steph's excitement. Quickly becoming more aggressive, the tongue began to probe harder, tracing the striations of the clenched sphincter. Well versed in the pleasures of anal sex, the ring of muscle relaxed, allowing the flexible appendage to dip within. Broadening and stiffening, the tongue moved in and out, like a cat drinking water.

Becky pressed as deep as possible into Stephanie's bum, face lost in the rear crevice. Jaw aching from prolonged use, her tongue extended as far as it could. Pushing through the outer sphincter, it dived for the inner muscle, licking around the enclosing tunnel. Hands gripping the broad hips of the standing female, Becky closed her lips over the ring and sucked, eliciting a gasp and moan from the Executive Officer. Swapping between tonguing and sucking, she lavished attention in the Princess's rectum. Becky wanted her lover Seth to be champion and was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen. It didn't hurt any that she was enjoying herself immensely.

Having somewhat recovered his faculties, the Chairman of the Board was leaning against his desk, watching the show taking place. Ms Lynch had proclaimed the purpose of her visit when she'd first walked into the office, and it was clear from what Steph had said that she was in favour of the ass-licker also taking the victory tonight.