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N-seX-T	By : WrestlePerv Category: WWF/WWE > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 9608 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own WWE/NXT nor do I know Becky Lynch, Summer Rae, Charlotte Flair, or Sasha Banks. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“You really thought you were going to come on top. You really thought a winner takes all approach was the right idea.”
There they were, standing with still a facsimile of pride, almost a mirror to the BFFs, a powerfully built blonde, the leggy and slender Alicia Fox standing right behind, just as Summer stood behind Charlotte, and a cafe au lait skinned beauty, smaller than her peers, though Sasha was bursting with energy and Layla seemed to want to fall into the ground.
“Well, I almost won.”
“And your uncle was almost the best talent of the 90s.”
Nattie swallowed the response that was brewing in her throat, after all, perhaps she could still get out of this.
“All you sneering, arrogant veterans thought you could come down here and kick some rookie ass, you thought you could fuck some rookie ass, didn't you?”
Alicia took the moment to speak up “Well she beat your little friend's ass, didn't she?”
Sasha fumed “With this bitch's help! And what the fuck do you know Fox, your 'friend' beat you to get to the finals!”
“Cool it y'all.”
Summer's voice silenced the room.
“Let it be known, that we all knew what the stakes were, even when an individual had no control over how it was gonna go. I had that level of faith. So let's all be ladies here and honor our wagers.
”
“Fuck that! Punish Nattie, this whole thing was her idea!”
Layla all but yelled in her prim British accent.
“You fucking trai-
Alicia's bold statement was cut short when Charlotte spoke up.
“I don't need to hear it from any of you losers. Keep your mouths shut. I won, I'm the queen, I'm the fucking champion, and after a win I want to fuck, so I don't care who betrayed who and whose idea it is, you're all losers, and you're all my bitches. And while I'm normally for the booty, let's start with some tits.”
Charlotte reached out and popped open the cowering Englishwoman's shirt, the large, soft, light brown orbs spilling into view. Layla's arm flew up to cover herself but Charlotte was ready with a quick slap across the face.
“Arms down.”
Like a shot Layla dropped her arms, exposing herself to the room. Nattie looked down but Alicia swallowed loudly.
“They are quite nice, aren't they Char?”
Sasha walked up to the busty black woman and started tweaking her nipples. First it was little pinches, but as Sasha got more and more into it she began to roll and pull the nipples, Layla let out a sharp gasp as the rich chocolate tips hardened under the Boss's eager manipulations.
“P-Please, stop it!”
Layla's delicate English accent pleaded with the Bostonian, but Sasha heard the desire beneath it. Sasha grinned and grabbed Layla's shapely backside, in a tight embrace both black women moved in a sick parody of a slow-dance, all the while Sasha peeled the tights down Layla's curvy behind, upon rendering Ms. El completely nude, Sasha began roughly kneading the luscious ass of the Brit.
“How about this girls.” Sasha mused loudly to the group, her tone liquid and heavy with lust.
“How about we start by fucking the biggest loser of them all, how about we take her mouth.”
Sasha kissed her with passion.
“Her cunt.”
Sasha pierced the wound up vet with two fingers.
“And her rich, fat, chocolate ass.”
And Sasha pulled the older woman's cheeks apart, cold air brushing across the tightly pursed anus. Layla whimpered.
“Don't think I've forgotten about you, Foxxy girl. Boy, I'm going to love turning you inside out, why don't you make yourself more comfortable honey, it's gonna be a long night.”
Alicia shot daggers as she quickly and mechanically shucked off her gear, the sparkly fabric pooling on the floor, revealing a lean, long body, her small pert breasts stood high on her chest, and a narrow landing strip was all that covered her tight slit. Seeing the gaze of these younger women upon her she blushed and quickly covered herself.
“S-stop looking at me, have some respect for a veteran!”
“Aww sugar, don't be embarrassed about being a member of the itty-bitty titty committee, none but Charlotte here got much up top on our side, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Hell, anything more than a mouthful is a waste anyway, right Sash?”
Summer dripped false sweetness as she slithered next to the longest-tenured WWE female. Summer got nose to nose with Fox and stared at her with unbridled lust.
“Looks like I'm taller than you honey, but I'mma fit to be even taller when you get on your knees.”
“I'll get you back for this.”
“Oh sure, sure, I'm scared to death. Pull my shorts down.”
Fox grimaced and moved her hands to Rae's thighs.
“Oh no, with your teeth.”
Fox hesitated for a second before moving in and gripping the top of the tight shorts of Summer, she slid them down in haphazard fashion and got a nose-first whiff of the southern belle's juicy pussy. Her shorts around her knees, Fox took a deep breath and then moved up to the soaked thong, she sunk her teeth into the thin strap and pulled it down, she caught an eyeful of the engorged, bald lips of Summer as she moved the thong downwards.
“Ahhh, I love the feel of that freedom, y'know, if it wasn't for all these rules, I'd never wear panties to a match, now bitch, time to use that mouth of yours for something better than shouting trash.”
Fox moved towards Summer's slick labia.
“Oh honey, haven't you heard the stories? If you talk shit, then you're gonna eat my shithole.”
Summer turned around, bent over, and grabbed the long hair of Fox and pulled her forcefully into her ass.
“Well Flair, what humiliation do you have planned for me?”
Charlotte didn't say a word as she removed her gear with no fanfare. She quickly grabbed her purple strap-on, a bottle of lube, and a timer.
“The hell is this?”
“Shut the hell up Nattie. I'm a fair person, I give people chances, hell, I give them second chances in your case. You lost, but you made it to the finals, so here's what we're going to do. We're going to sit and watch your shitty partners get fucked. For every orgasm my BFFs rip from their bodies, you will remove an item of clothing. I'll give it 30 minutes. If you still have an ounce of clothing you can walk free, if you're naked, then...well it's chance number 3.”
“This is needlessly ornate.”
“Hrm, I suppose so, so let's complicate it further. You're wearing boots, pants, top, bra, and panties. Five items, so how about they have to make your girls cum in five different ways. Don't want to beat a dead horse here.”
“You're sick Flair!”
“I prefer dominant. Now take a seat.”
Natalya stiffly began to sit down next to the languid and nude Charlotte.
“Oh, no no no. Right here, on my lap.”
Neidhart blushed as she moved herself to take a seat on the Champion's muscular lap.
“A-and if they don't get it done?”
“Well then as the champion I'll be taking my pleasure with their bodies.”
“Ooooohgaaaaaawwwwwd!!!”
Layla screamed in ecstasy as Sasha fiercely finger-fucked her. The more slender, younger women had backed her against a wall and nudged the Brit's legs apart with her thighs as she kept the black beauty close to her.
“You're going to be raining cum! I'm going to make this locker room flood with your juices girl.”
Layla hissed and shuddered as the younger woman had her way with her. She was ashamed to admit it, but despite her looks and fame, she hadn't had sex at all in over a month, and decent sex in close to a year now. Ever since Michelle had retired she'd struggled to find suitable companionship on the road, her class of women was being quickly replaced by the newer generation. And now this whole mess of a trip to NXT, Layla closed her eyes and leaned into the pleasure.
“Oh fuuuuuck Sasha, oh fuck!”
The Brit shook as she came in Sasha's grasp.
Twenty seven minutes remaining.
“Faster than I thought it'd be, but I guess you know about how big of a slut Layla is.”
“Shut up, she's a-
“Don't say legend you fucking liar. She's an easy lay and you're just pissed we got to her before you did. Now...want to show off those puppies?”
Without a word, Natalya, still sitting on Charlotte's nude lap, slid down and undid her white boots and removed them, she slid her socks off to go along with them.
“Oooh, how cute, do you have a little heart on your toenails?”
“S-shut up.”
Charlotte laughed and leaned back.
“Ooh fuck that feels good, you sure you never eaten ass before? Nah, I don't want to know, get your tongue in there and go to town.”
Alicia was cowed by the bitchier blonde and kept at her work, if she forgot what she was doing and who was making her do it the activity wasn't too bad. It wasn't like Alicia had never eaten pussy before, and while the mechanics were different, the idea of using a tongue for pleasure was not foreign to the tall African American woman.
Summer let out a little shudder as the combination of Alicia's oral talents, her own self-stimulation to the clit, and the sheer joy of humiliating the haughty vet made her roil in pleasure. She let go of Alicia's hair and stood up straight.
“On your back.”
Alicia didn't fight it, and she got on her back, Summer got into a low squat over the tall woman's face and began exploring the thin strip of hair that decorated her vagina. Her long fingers rolled up and down the tight slit. Alicia continued to concentrate on eating ass, but she squeaked when Summer's fingers gripped the tiny nubbin of her clit and gave it a pinch.
“I'm real good with my fingers, sugar, so let's see how much honey I can pull from you.”
Not sticking more than a half-knuckle into her pussy, Summer stroked the quickly engorged lips of Alicia Fox while her sphincter was being stimulated by the submissive Fox's tongue. At first they were light brushes, and after a dozen of these delicate passes, Fox's hips jumped forward into Summer's hand.
“Hahaha, careful honey, careful. Momma will be good to you little girl. Just keep eating your breakfast.”
With Alicia panting between her licks, Summer knew that it was almost time to make her move. She knew what she was supposed to do, and while she personally detested going down on a woman, she knew what Charlotte wanted her to do and was willing to debase herself in order to avoid the wrath of Flair, it wasn't...cowardice, it was prudence. Flair was a beast in human clothing, and you needed to keep her fed in order to keep her loyal. Anyway, it was time to do it.
With a snap of her head, Summer bent down, momentarily forming a strange 69, and nipped at the exposed and engorged clitoris of the black woman. She got her mouth around it and swirled her tongue in a quick and forceful manner. After feeling the loins of the veteran shudder around her, Summer righted herself and enjoyed the vibrations of Alicia orgasming through her taught rear.
Nineteen minutes remaining.
“I'm going to call that, orgasm via clitoral stimulation, so we're down to penetration here Natalya, do you feel comfortable with that?”
“Does it matter what I think?”
“Mostly not, but I will let you chose something to take off.”
Natalya stood up for a moment and hesitated, but with naught but a mild tremor her hands, she peeled down her sweat-drenched tights, revealing her thick legs and sturdy behind, clad conservatively in black boy shorts, gingerly as she could, she seated herself back onto Charlotte's lap, who cackled at her erstwhile rival's humiliation.
Sasha meanwhile, had wasted no time, upon Layla's explosive orgasm over her fingers, with the curvy Englishwoman regaining her breath while basking in the glow of her post-coital bliss, the Boss moved over to her locker and donned the scarlet dildo she has made her calling card. Upwardly curved and of incredible size, Sasha fastened the straps tight enough to dig into her own luscious ass, she made sure that the end of the strapon, attached to her own crotch, so that any penetration would provide pleasure to match what she gave out. With Layla still languid with ecstasy she didn't notice until Sasha had pushed her legs up over her head and plunged hip-deep into her sopping cunt.
“Unhf.”
“Ha! You like this big dick don't you? You're nothing but a cock hungry slut and the Boss is about to feed you some dinner. C'mon, let your greedy hole gobble me up.”
Layla was unprepared for this level of ferocity and skill, Sasha was having her way with her but Layla didn't care, did it matter she was the bitch to a girl 15 years her junior, her eyes were glazed over with something as simple as Sasha's digital stimulation, now with a dildo wielded by an expert top? She was barely conscious, Layla was pretty sure she was drooling as Sasha sawed in and out of her. It had been too long since she had experienced a lover with the passion and drive of Banks. Layla closed her eyes as she took it all in. Layla knew it was humiliating, she knew that every fiber of her competitive character should be screaming in torment over being degraded in this fashion, but honestly, Layla didn't care, Sasha's monster cock was hitting parts of her she didn't remember she had, and pleasure was echoing throughout her body. A faint part of her thought that maybe should fight harder, but every other cell of her being told her to accept the fucking and enjoy it.
“Oh yeah, you think you're some hot shit vet, don't you? But you don't have McCool anymore to protect you, do you. Oh fuck, you're moaning again, you're moaning like a cheap slut, how much more cum am I gonna wring out of you? Holy shit, are all main-roster girls this fucking slutty?”
Sasha switched her style up, moving from rapid strokes to deeper, slower, and more powerful thrusts, Layla started rolling her hips in response, and Sasha redoubled her intensity to rip the orgasm from the light chocolate body of the older Englishwoman. Sweat dripped down the brow of Sasha as she used every trick in her extensive catalog to extract pleasure from Layla's luscious form.
“Oh. Oh! OH! OH MY GOD!”
The Brit's body, glistening with sweat, shook as she came on the big fake dick of the Boss. Banks own nubbin was well massaged by her energetic thrusts.
Twelve minutes left.
“Going to show off your cunt?”
“You're just a pervert Flair. No surprise a low class father produced such low class kids.”
Charlotte's grin faded.
“I'll make you regret that, now take it off.”
Natalya's fingers felt heavy and thick as she undid the pink and black gear and pulled it over her head, while her robust sports bra was hardly more revealing than the midriff-baring gear, Natalya felt exposed and vulnerable, the cruel and lustful eyes of Charlotte drinking in her thick frame. Only one layer of fabric protecting herself from the harsh fate awaiting her.
Summer had extracted herself from the tangle of hair and legs in the aftermath of their mutual orgasms and rolled the catatonic woman over to her hands and knees, with practiced ease, Summer slipped her slender, golden dildo into place and quickly squeezed a dollop of lube onto its delicate form. Alicia wobbled on her knees like a newborn deer as Rae lined the gleaming, metallic-colored prod with the minuscule dark chocolate ring of the flustered vet at the same time her long fingers began to stroke again at the Floridians love button.
Fox let out a shockingly mild squeak as Summer slid 3 inches into her backdoor. It's not like Fox hadn't been fucked in the ass before. A female wrestler in WWE employed for as many years as her, with a winning record as bad as hers was bound to have faced more than a little bit of anal in her career, so Fox was physically capable of relaxing her sphincters, despite being only vaguely conscious of her surroundings. But what Alicia was unprepared for how quickly and professionally Summer had taken her ass, and just how much she was enjoying it. She was no anal queen, but the southern belle's quick penetration and forceful digital manipulation delighted the black woman's lengthy body. Alicia didn't love feeling like the arrogant white woman's bitch, but her rectum easily absorbed the elongated cock and her traitorous clit was vulnerable to the delicate ministrations of the First Lady.
Begrudgingly Alicia's body began to feel the steady tremors of pleasure as the long golden prod continued to work in and out of her tightest hole. Summer's stroking of clit ran in opposite fashion to her penetrations, when Summer rammed her cock forward, she would brush Fox's clit in a downwards fashion, when she retreated from the vet's bowels, she would move her fingers delicately upwards. The skill of Summer's penetration was turning Fox's insides to jelly. Her squeaks turned to gasps as Summer's pace remained steady and powerful.
“Oh sugar, you're enjoying this, aren't you? Now I wonder...who do I remind you of? Beth? Melina? The Cunt Twins? Who fucked your ass the best? Drool if it was me.”
“Uh...it...oh god...oh you just would think...FUCK...it was you.”
“You make this much noise for every girl? I'm starting to think I ain't special!”
Summer laughed as she continued both her mockery and her particular form of anal exploration. Summer was delighted by the fact that she had so easily subdued the more experienced wrestler, who was currently panting and whining as her asshole was repeatedly pierced by her long cock. This was the life, this was all she had wanted, and the BFFs were her key to maintaining this current way of life. So while she let Charlotte take the lead and Sasha strut and preen, it was important to show that she wasn't to be taken lightly either. Summer quickly accelerated the pace of her penetration and her petting, realizing she needed to wring another orgasm out of her bitch's frame.
And in a burst it happened, Alicia screeched, shuddered, and a spurt of goo spewed onto the southerner's long fingers. Who had slowed down but remained pumping the sphincters of the defeated wrestler.
Five minutes left.
“Oh, that was nasty, wasn't it? Coming with a cock up your ass? I wonder if it'll be that easy...well anyway, tits or cunt?”
Nattie didn't say a word as she unstrapped the simple black sports bra and revealed her massive breasts.
“Oh man, what a pair of bolt-ons those are.”
“Like you can say anything.”
“Well you're currently sitting in my lap like a little bitch, so I can say whatever I want to say.”
Nattie was a deep crimson at the humiliation. Charlotte still admired the thick frame of the Canadian, but she jolted to attention as she remembered something.
“Oh Sasha, if you don't manage to get another orgasm from Layla in five minutes, then I'm going to be taking my lust out on your ass, got it?”
“I thought you were going to ask for something difficult.”
Using all of her wiry strength, Sasha picked up the curvier woman around the waist, keeping her cock inside of her, and with some difficulty, managed to plop her next to her fellow vet.
“Alright girls, dunno if you've tried this before, but I'm going to need some pussy eating from you two.”
“No fucki-
“How dare you!”
“Do you think I fucking care what you two feel comfortable doing? You wanna keep your pride next time, how about you win your fucking matches, you dumb sluts.”
Without much more than a grumble from the pair, they went at it. They had, in fact, done this before, but it was only with the help of a liberal amount of wine. The road got lonely, and two beautiful women with poor win-loss records needed relief wherever they could find it. It being strongly discouraged to seek solace with random fans. To Alicia, the cool tongue of the Brit helped get her mind off the not quite painful but certainly awkward feeling of her ass being repeatedly penetrated, and Layla could just focus on the quick tongue of the lanky vet, so taken in was she by Alicia's work that she didn't notice when Sasha slipped her scarlet behemoth from her pussy and aimed it just a tad lower, at the tightly pursed center of the Londonian's starfish.
“Oh, please baby, put it back in-Oh! OH NO! NO PLEASE!”
Sasha was remorseless as she violated the older woman's back door. As in all things, it was their ass or hers, and she wasn't about to be bait on Charlotte's hook. Fucking ass always gave Banks a special thrill, especially when it was a woman fifteen years her senior, who's been known for about a decade as a prime piece. This was in no way virgin territory, but it was clear somebody was ignoring the booty of this fine woman, as her rectum attempted to repel the Bostonian's intrusion with great force. Sasha grinned at the challenge and progressed forward, Layla wailing all the while.
“Oh shush you sissy, I know this isn't new to you.”
“But you're so much bigger!”
Sasha laughed and continued her punishing in-stroke. She had about met her hips with the well-formed behind of the Brit before she began retracting her substantial scarlet cock. She indicated to Summer that she'd prefer the complaining Englishwoman be silenced, and the southerner complied by forcing the hips of the slender Floridian downwards, Layla's tongue was now refocused on the slimy cunt of the thirty year old Fox, and Sasha was back to her practiced rhythm: in, out, in, out. The steady movements of the young hotshot were reforming the back passage of the Brit. But as her controlled thrusts violated her poor, tender behind, the soft tongue of her erstwhile companion dug into Layla's slick and engorged lips. Layla was beside herself, she wanted to stay strong and not cum with a rookie's big cock in her ass while she was getting eaten out by a peer. But as the sensations started getting more and more intense, the contrast between the soothing tongue and the forceful penetration broke Layla's focus, and she screamed as she bucked her hips, though Sasha remained relentless, continuing to drive her cock forward to extract as much pleasure as possible from the dancers frame.
The alarm buzzed.
“Oh poor, poor Nattie, you were so close. A shame, I guess I'll have to save Sasha's ass for later.”
Nattie stood up with determination in her eyes.
“This is enough, stop it. I refuse to go any further.”
Charlotte stood up and got chin to nose with her.
“Refuse? Refuse? You made the wager. You knew the stakes. And now you're not only denying the woman that beat you, but the new champion? You claim to be a vet, you claim to be fighting for traditions, but you won't respect the traditions when they turn against you? Just like every other Hart. Sanctimonious and self-serving. Despicable.”
“How dare you!”
“How dare I? How about you prove that you're more than a hypocrite and take your loss like a former champion should. Besides, you still have one last chance.”
“What do you mean one last chance?”
“Let's test how high and mighty you are. You lead your fellow vets into battle. You led them into a tournament, and then you watched them get defiled by the women you faced. Surely a fine, upstanding veteran like you, pure of motive and intent, wouldn't have gotten aroused by such a perverse sight? Your cunt must be dry as a bone. If it is...you walk away free.”
“O-of course it is. I'm no deviant.”
“Right, well let's see just how wholesome you are. How pure is your Hart?”
Nattie looked at Charlotte nervously, but stayed still.
“You're a dumb cow. Turn around.”
Charlotte's voice got sharp as she commanded her elder. Unwittingly, Natalya felt her body respond. As she felt the presence of the newest NXT champion stalk behind her, Neidhart felt the hairs on the back of her neck stick straight up. When Natalya felt the breath of her rival on the back of her neck she nearly jumped out of her skin.
“Let me help you.”
Slowly, steadily, with measured hands, Charlotte removed the boy shorts from the stocky frame of the woman in front of her, but as they slid down the thick legs of the Canadian technician, the entire locker room heard the lurid squelch as the cloth extracted itself from the thoroughly soaked nether regions of the defeated wrestler. A ripe smell filled the room as Natalya's aroused pussy was revealed to air.
“N-no, I don't actually.”
“You dirty, gutterslut, you're dreaming of this, aren't you?”
With a flash, Nattie panicked and threw an elbow backwards, stunning Charlotte, she ran forward, pushing past the surprised Sasha and Summer. She could make it out of the locker room and she and her asshole would be safe, she'd be sa-FUCK!
With a splat, Nattie landed on the floor, a soft, delicate hand had grasped her ankle and Neidhart, blind with fear, had missed it, looking back, she saw the light brown arm of Layla holding her, her brown eyes wide with the realization of what she had done, Nattie kicked to try to flee but she soon discovered her other leg was trapped to, Alicia Fox glared at her as she held her down. Soon, Sasha and Summer, recovered from the attempted flight, moved over and each grabbed one of Nattie's arms.
“Traitors, both of you!”
“Traitor? You lead us into this mess, and then when the time had come to actually pay up, you run away? Fuck you Neidhart. If we get fucked, you get fucked.”
“Y-yeah, how dare you leave us in the cold like that, you. You bitch!”
Nattie, taken a back by Layla's boldness, was slack as the four women, two vengeful and two gleeful, duck walked the Canadian over to a bench and pushed her over it. From behind, her purple strapon firmly in place, Charlotte stalked over to where Nattie laid, slinking into place as she finally realized that she had no escape.
“Are you ready? I know you're no virgin.”
“No, please, wa-
Charlotte didn't. Her large prod, slick with hastily applied lubricant, pushed past the fear-tightened ring of the blonde veteran's sealed backdoor. Charlotte was not gentle as she forced the thick head of the strap-on through the sphincters, an audible pop filled the room, Nattie didn't yell, but the sharp hiss of her intake of breath let the room know she was feeling it. Charlotte didn't hesitate as she bore the shaft quickly down the quivering poop chute of the defeated veteran. Right before her hips crashed into the sturdy buttocks of the woman before her, Charlotte slapped her flank.
“Cmon bitch, don't tell me this is horrible. We all know you've been bent over before, so relax and enjoy it.”
“Never. You. BITCH!”
Natalya yelled out her defiance, and in response, Charlotte removed herself from the former champion's ass.
“Alright then. Girls, get her on the ground, on her back, pull her legs up.”
Quickly complying, the women got the struggling Natalya into position, her hips held over her head by the combined bodies of Summer, Sasha, Alicia and Layla, Charlotte towered over her resolute foe, she spread more lube across the purple pillar and placed it at the closed again asshole of the older woman.
“Time to carve my name into your ass. I hope you'll enjoy your newly loosened butthole from now on.”
With the new position, and greater leverage offered, Charlotte more easily slipped the glans of her cock into Natalya's brown-eye, after the gasp, Charlotte retracted it, waited a few seconds, and popped it in again. She repeated this a few more times.
“W-Why?”
“Why? To really open you up so you won't make a peep when I slide this woman-tamer home... again. I'm going to turn your asshole inside out Nattie.”
With a nice gape formed, Charlotte began pushing her cock deep into the rectum of the subdued woman, the four women, two Charlotte's allies, and two that were once Nattie's throwing gibes at the ass-fucked woman.
“Oh poor baby.”
“I hope it hurts as much as it did when you got me, you bitch!”
“I'll take your ass after Char, so don't worry if you get addicted to the fucking.”
“We went first, so it makes sense you 'took the rear'.”
Hips flush again, Charlotte continued her punishing strokes into Nattie's now defenseless body. Her fat cheeks rippling as the muscular thighs of Charlotte bounced off of them. She felt her resolve slipping away as Charlotte continued the fierce downward strokes into her core.
“What it going to take, huh? What's it going to take for you to cum with me fucking your ass?”
“It. Won't. Happen.”
As sudden as a bolt of lightning. The cruel lips of Charlotte met the open mouth of Natalya, and Flair shoved her tongue down her throat. Charlotte's gymnast background allowed to her to contort her body so that their surgically enhanced breasts met. The large rubber dong fully sheathed in Natalya's muscled rear. Charlotte began moving her buried cock in a circle as she passionately attacked the face of her defeated rival. To Natalya, who was prepared for the vicious ass-fucking, the make-out session was screwing with her head. The mock tenderness of this Amazon's burning tongue was proving to be too much for Natalya, who moaned into their mutually locked lips. Charlotte broke the embrace for a second and began driving her shaft into Neidhart's core again.
“What is it Nattie, upset that I'm fucking you with more energy than Tyson ever will?”
“Oh gawd!”
Natalya began to flail her body in response to the blatant disrespect against her. But her position is too vulnerable, and her limbs are restrained by the surrounding wrestlers. Finally, after a burst of energy, her body was still and she began to moan.
“Please Charlotte, just make me cum. Please, please, you've been ruining my ass, just make me cum at least, please make me cum.”
“Call me mommy, just like you did to Beth.”
“No Charlotte, please, don't make me. It's too embarrassing.”
“You wanna cum? That's your price.”
Charlotte continued her rapid fire strokes, hammering again and again at Nattie's contorted body, the purple cock reaming the rarely fucked asshole of Natalya out. But as much as the anal plundering was painful, it was the burning need between her thighs that consumed Nattie's attention. The need to cum, powerful, and getting more powerful with every stroke of Charlotte. She couldn't hold it in anymore.
“Please mommy, make your little girl cum, fuck my ass and make me cum, I need it mommy!”
With the show of ultimate submission, tears running down the once-proud veteran's face, Charlotte let out a sharp woo and used her hands on the engorged clit of the submissive blonde. Natalya shuddered and wailed as she was pushed over the edge, her body clamping on the supersized dick of the woman fucking her. After the eternity of half a minute, Nattie's body relaxed enough for Charlotte to remove the strap-on from the thoroughly fucked back passage of her elder wrestler.
“All three of you, bend over, spread 'em.”
Without any complaint, the trio of main-roster vets shuffled their aching bodies to a bench, leaned over it, and spread their cheeks, showing the well-fucked assholes that were a relic of the nights encounters. Knowing what to do, Sasha and Summer grabbed their phones and began taking pictures, another trophy of the BFFs conquest.
“Tell the main-roster what's coming when I got called up.”
Natalya could only whimper in response.
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