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The Cowboy and the Porn Star	By : Nikkie Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1618 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-The Cowboy and the Porn Star
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Yes, another one of my erotic wrestling fics. John Layfield (better known as Bradshaw in the WWE) does not belong to me, he belongs to himself and the WWE. Sweetwater Rose however, DOES belong to me. Enjoy the story. The Attachment is a pic of John Layfield as Bradshaw.
John Layfield walked into the living room, and cocked his head to the side as a curious look spread across his face. In the middle of the spacious living room was a lawn chair, with a bedsheet and two pillows on it. He shook his head, removed his hard-core title from around his waist, and sat down in the long lawn chair.
He moved his head from side to side as he looked around the room.
“Honey, you home?”
He took off his white cowboy hat, and set it on the coffee table, which was now beside the lawn chair. He closed his eyes and laid back. Soon, he had drifted off to sleep and was snoring.

~*~ Minutes Later ~*~

John Layfield awoke to find that he had somehow been stripped out of his jeans, and that his hands were tied behind the back of the lawn chair, with his own bullrope.

He turned his head to the side, and saw that his hat was not on the coffee table. The sound of female laughter erupted throughout the room. He looked up and saw his porn star girlfriend, Sweetwater Rose, standing over him wearing nothing but his white cowboy hat, a pair of high-heeled shoes, and a naughty grin.
“Welcome home.” She told him as she ran one long red fingernail down his chest, stopping at the waistband of his black underwear.
“My, my, my. Wearing nothing but black underwear and cowboy boots.” She purred at him, then let out a giggle.
“Why is this in here?” he asked her.
“I decided we are going to try new things. Besides, I think it’s more fun having you tied to a lawn chair, rather than tied to a bed. Everyone does the bed thing.”
He shook his head, half in amusem hal half in astonishment.
She sat on the end of the end of the chair, crossing her long tan legs, and faced him. He could see her long red hair flowing from the back of his hat.
She leaned in and kissed the big wrestler hard on the lips. She then ran her tongue along the outline of his bottom lip. She started kissing and nibbling on his neck as she ran her red nails up and down his chest lightly.
He let out a low groan as the Vivid goddess teased his neck with her lips, tongue, and teeth. She began grinding her hips into his, slowly teasing him.
“Woman, untie me.” He said.
“Nope.” She told him with a naughty giggle, as she began to lick and nibble on his earlobe.
Her right hand slowly moved down his body, and she reached into the side of his tight black underpants, and gently began stroking his cock. John closed his eyes and let out a low groan.
Sweetwater Rose began lick and suck on Layfield’s chest. Moving her hot, wet tongue on his bare skin. She flicked her tongue over his nipples as he sucked in his breath.
She put one of his nipples between her teeth and bit down gently. Her right hand was moving up and down his cock at a slow, but steady pace.
He closed his eyes and licked his lips, as he moved his head from side to side. She looked up at him as a sly grin spread across her face.
She began moving her mouth lower, and soon she was kissing and licking his stomach. She swirled her tongue inside his belly button.
He grinded his teeth as her mouth continued to assault and tease his abdomen.

She ran her tongue along the outside of his belly button slowly, just slow enough to drive him mad.
“Please…” he moaned.
Her hand was now stroking him a little harder. She soon stopped both the licking and the stroking and sat up straight and looked at John.
“You have to raise up a little, so I can remove those.” She told him as she pointed to his black underwear.
“Wouldn’t be easier if you just untied me?” he asked.
Shook ook her head and grinned. Then, as if a lightbulb went off, she leaped off the lawn chair, and ran out off the room, as best as she could in five-inch heels. She came back with a pair of scissors in her hand. He widened his eyes in astonishment as she began cutting the fabric.
“What in the Sam Hill are you doing darlin?” He asked her.
“I am cutting thesnts,nts, so that I can get to you easier.” She replied nonchalantly.
After his black underwear was cut and removed, Sweetwater Rose went back to stroking John’s cock in a slow rhythm.
He moaned loudly as she le dow down and began blowing on the tip of the head.
“Oh god….” He groaned.
She gave him another naughty grin as she began to lick the head in slow small circles.
He kept working his hands so that he could untie the ropes and touch her bohilehile she pleased him, but it was to no avail.
“Darlin, please….” He said in a begging tone.
She licked up and down the shaft. The feel of her wet tongue on his cock was driving him mad. Pre-cum began to ooze slightlom tom the head.
She put the head in her mouth and began to suck slowly. With her left hand she began rubbing and massaging his balls, while with her right hand, she began to finger her clit, which was already extremely west fst from seeing him in his cowboy outfit.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah.” John Layfield moaned over and over. His shoulder length black hair was damp with sweat, and perspiration glistened on his body.
He could see her finger moving rapidly on her clit, and it made him even more excited. Hearing her wetness, feeling her hand on his balls, and her mouth on his cock was driving him mad.
Sweetwater Rose inserted her right index finger inside of her pussy, and began moving it in and out of her with a rapid speed. She was already soaking wet, and she could tell he was about to cum soon. She didn’t want him to cum without her.
She removed her mouth from his cock, and began licking and sucking his balls, as her left hand began stroking him off. John’s breathing got heavy and he began to moan loader and loader.
“Cum for me honeypie.” She whispered, before she took his cock in her mouth one last time.
Layfield let out a loud growl as his cum oozed down Swatewater’s throat. He could tell from the way her legs were shaking that she too had reached orgasm as well.
When it was over, Sweetwater Rose raised up from the lawn chair, went over and untied John Layfield.
“Now, tell me that wasn’t better than doing it in any old bed.”
He let out a chuckle as he scooted over so that she could lie down beside him.
Soon the two of them were comfortable and sound asleep.
THE END
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