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“Hi!”
“Hey girl!”
“Hey there!”
“Girl, you did so great last week!”
“Hi!”
“Hey!”
Another show, another day, another facade filled with the same false smiles and the same repeated greetings. Chelsea Green was a star in her own mind before anyone else’s. Some would say that such a mindset was the key to success but for Chelsea, it was an albatross. The burden of being so convinced that she was more than her surroundings would suggest burned a hole right through Chelsea’s fragile ego. It’d been more than a year since Chelsea’s “star” had burned at its brightest, barely dipping her toe into the spotlight that the WWE’s main roster offered her before being sidelined with an arm injury. The injury was the first event in a long line of unfortunate happenings that ultimately led to her termination. In the current day, Chelsea shuffled between indie promotions while prioritizing both Impact and the NWA. At first glance, Chelsea’s fortune to have ample amounts of work waiting for her back on the indies seems like a saving grace to a regular person, but Chelsea Green was never a normal person.
Chelsea’s initial reaction to being forced out of the largest wrestling company in the world was to make herself look like the star that she assumed they didn’t think she was. Following the “divas” era model of success, Chelsea took it upon herself to get breast implants. Not long after she put her newly acquired assets to the test by opening an OnlyFans account, it was a raging success. Chelsea felt on top of the world. People were flocking to her OnlyFans and she was being booked left and right, but all of that initial gratification couldn’t prevent the crossroads that she currently faced over a year later.
Another locker room, the company that it belonged to didn’t matter. It was just another set of rusty metal storage bins that Chelsea didn’t want contaminating her belongings. The brunette closed her eyes, she could still picture the pristine locker rooms and accommodations that were offered in the arenas around the US that the WWE toured. She longed to make her memories once more her reality. Begrudgingly, she slid her gear on and slammed her locker shut in aggravation. Chelsea found her way to the match listing board, she didn’t bother trying to greet and butter up anyone that she passed on this day, it was more clear than ever to her that she was stuck in the minor leagues forever. She glanced at the list of upcoming matches long enough to see what time she would be going on before returning to the locker room like the mindless zombie she felt she’d become. She couldn’t be bothered to even find out who she’d be facing, it didn’t matter. The money didn’t matter, the moments didn’t matter, nothing mattered in the metaphorical wasteland that Chelsea decided she was in. The Hot Mess secluded herself into a corner and scrolled her social media for the next few hours, when she got bored of that she went into the bathroom and took pictures for her OnlyFans subscribers. Chelsea didn’t enjoy many things anymore but finding new ways to look slutty in her various wrestling gears always made her smile just a little. She took multiple pictures while posing in the mirror and tugging her top down to show as much cleavage as possible. More and more Chelsea tugged down her top. Eventually, she was taking full pictures of her exposed nipples without even realizing that she couldn’t post them. Within seconds, she was groping her perfectly rounded silicone breasts. Moans were escaping her lips as she watched the way that her tits reacted to her own touch. She complimented herself aloud about just how big they were and how perfect she felt they were.
“Everything alright in there?” A voice finally cut through her vanity-filled erotic photoshoot. It scared Chelsea so badly that she nearly dropped her phone into the sink below.
“Y- Yeah! I’ll be out in a minute!” She shouted back.
“Oh, Chelsea it’s you! You’re on in about five minutes!” The inquisitive female wrestler informed her from outside the bathroom.
“Fuck…” Chelsea whined quietly to herself. She glanced back at her phone and swiped over to her photo gallery. She gasped when seeing the number of nudes that she’d taken. She couldn’t put them on her OnlyFans, she didn’t post nudity. Be that as it may, Chelsea found herself enamored with the photos. With each swipe from one picture to the next, Chelsea’s self-confidence and ego rose dramatically. How could she possibly walk out through the curtain in a building that held no more than 200 people when she looked like that? Girls with bodies like hers belonged on national television. They belonged on red carpets or late-night talk shows! At least that’s what Chelsea thought. Time was up and Chelsea could hear her entrance music blaring from the tiny bathroom. Enough was enough, the Hot Mess emerged from the restroom with a smug grin written across her face. All eyes darted to her, expecting her to make a beeline for the entranceway. Chelsea did no such thing. The curvaceous Mrs. Green strolled over to her beat-up locker and grabbed her bags before departing the lackluster locker room without even bothering to change back into her street clothes. Chelsea was done with tiny crowds and derelict buildings, she was heading straight back to the top, at any cost.
Chelsea drove clear across the United States. Her final destination was WWE Headquarters in Stamford Connecticut. World Wrestling Entertainment towered above the wrestling world as a metaphorical skyscraper. No other wrestling company on earth had the connections or reach that the WWE had. That level of exposure is all that Chelsea could think about as she sped her way toward the building known as “Titan Tower”. She made only three stops on her journey, two stops for gas and the last at a motel in Stanford. She looked quite odd requesting a room in the middle of the night in her wrestling gear. Chelsea didn’t sleep a bit throughout the rest of the night. She simply showered and laid awake in her bed in anticipation of the end goal.
As soon as she caught the first glimpse of sunlight through the curtains of her hotel room, Chelsea jumped up from her prone position in bed and began to get ready for her big day. She started by applying a full face of makeup, making sure that she went extra dark and heavy on her eyes. Afterwards, she dressed in skin-tight black leggings, thigh-high white leather boots, and a strapless white tube top. Chelsea spent the next hour nearly on just her hair alone. Once she’d completed her look, she checked herself over in the bathroom mirror, she was her own definition of perfect. With an egotistical grin across her lips, Chelsea turned away from her luscious reflection. All that was left to do was make the drive to Titan Tower and the confident brunette was sure that once she arrived everything would go her way.
The Hot Mess strolled into WWE Headquarters as if she owned the property it sat on. She strode right past the reception desk, earning dirty looks from company employees as she did.
“Umm… Excuse me? …EXCUSE ME!” The receptionist called after her. Chelsea tried to pay her no mind but decided that she should at least address the woman calling for her.
“Yes?” Chelsea replied as she turned to face the desk.
“You have to be checked in.” The receptionist informed her. “Do you have an appointment or… any business here at all?”
“Why yes, I do!” Chelsea replied cheerfully. “ I’m here for a meeting with Vince McMahon, but don’t worry about calling ahead! I know exactly where to go!”
Onlookers all exchanged uncomfortable glances with one another behind Chelsea’s back at the mention of the CEO’s name.
“But Miss-”
“Thank you!” Chelsea exclaimed, signaling that she was going to Vince’s office whether the receptionist liked it or not.
“Ma’am, wait!” The young woman cried as Chelsea briskly walked away from her. “For God’s sake!” She whined, picking up a telephone. “Security, a woman dressed like a prostitute is headed for Vince’s office.”
Chelsea could hear the call for security but she wasn’t going to let it hinder her. She began using her long legs at a faster pace, almost breaking out into a jog. She reached the elevators, and luckily for her the occupants were exiting, making it easy for her to slip inside and close the big metal doors. Chelsea pressed the highest number available, she’d lied about knowing where to find Vince but she was sure that his office had to be on the top floor.
*DING*
The elevator doors opened slowly, Chelsea shoved them open with all of her strength before bolting down the hall in front of her. She read each nameplate beside every door as she passed until she finally found the door she was looking for. “Vince McMahon: Chairman and CEO”. Chelsea heard footsteps approaching from behind her. She turned to see three men emerging from the door next to the elevator. With little time to react, Chelsea burst into the office and shut the door behind her. She pressed her hands against the door feeling somewhat relieved despite the fact that the guards would probably be bursting through in the next few seconds. Chelsea had to get on with her plan and fast. With her back to Vince’s desk, she began to lay out an expedited version of her planned speech.
“Listen I don’t know if you remember me or not but I’m here to get my job back.” She said hurriedly. “I’m prepared to do any and everything that you require of me in order to get it, so can you please call off the dogs so you can play with these bad boys?”
Chelsea turned, simultaneously she pulled the front of her tube top down, exposing her breasts to who she thought was her former boss. She was right in her assumption, it just wasn’t the boss that she was expecting. Stephanie McMahon, Vince's daughter, was sitting before her in Vince McMahon’s chair. Stephanie’s eyes were as big as planets as were Chelsea’s, she was horrified of her mistake. Stephanie opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by the three armed guards forcing their way into what was now her office. Chelsea yanked her top up as quickly as she could before being slammed face first against the wall to her right by the first guard to enter.
“Mrs. McMahon, we apologize for this woman getting past the front desk. Are you alright?” One of the other guards asked Stephanie. Though she was still in total shock of the events that had transpired right before her very eyes, Stephanie forced herself to regain her composure.
“Yes Keith, I’m alright.”
“Would you like us to detain this psycho until the cops arrive?”
“NO!” Stephanie replied, seeming almost offended by the question. “I mean… She’s my 9:00 meeting. I forgot to schedule it with one of my secretaries. Silly me, still getting used to the new position and all I suppose. Mrs. Green meant no harm by forcing her way up here, she was just trying to make sure that she was on time. She knows how much I hate tardiness.”
Chelsea was taken aback by Stephanie’s choice to lie for her.
“Oh…” The guard detaining Chelsea replied. He slowly released his grip on her. “Sorry ma’am.”
“It’s fine…” Chelsea replied nervously.
“If you boys don’t mind giving us the room?”
“Yes, Mrs. McMahon!” The men all responded in complete unison. They filed out of the room like perfect obedient soldiers. With them gone, all that remained was an awkward silence. Chelsea felt obligated to break it.
“You’ve trained them well.” She commented about the guards. Stephanie grinned, easing the tension in Chelsea’s mind.
“Clearly not, considering they let a disgruntled former employee burst into my office and flash me her tits.” Stephanie remarked back stone faced. She leaned back in her chair. “As impressive as they are by the way.” She added slyly.
“... Thank… You?”
“You’re damn right ‘thank you’. If it wasn’t for me you’d be some big buff woman’s bitch in the county jail by the end of the day.”
Stephanie took a breath and seemed to calm herself down. She folded her arms across the desk and leaned over onto them.
“What I can’t figure out is why one of my former talents, female talent at that, forced her way into my office and assumed that I would want to exchange a JOB for some playtime with her new funbags.”
Chelsea began rubbing her arm nervously.
“Well…”
“Out with it!” Stephanie said loudly.
“It’s complicated, okay! I didn’t think… Well…”
Stephanie could sense Chelsea’s trepidation. Mere moments ago the woman standing before her had enough confidence to expose herself to her former boss and now here she was trembling as she spoke.
“It’s hard to explain…” Chelsea stated.
“It can’t be harder than your nipples were while they were flailing around in my face!” The Boss responded crudely. “There is no possible way that you thought that I… Unless… You didn’t think I would give you your job back…”
Chelsea remained silent and refused to make eye contact as Stephanie put together the pieces of her diabolical slutty plan. She peeked at Mrs. McMahon to see that she was aghast.
“YOU WERE GOING TO FUCK MY DAD?” Stephanie questioned with disgust. “For fucks sake woman, have you no shame?”
Chelsea felt as though she was two inches tall, with Stephanie towering above, mocking her. She could see all over Stephanie’s face that she was absolutely horrified at the thought of what she intended to do. This began to offend Chelsea.
“Hold on, you don’t get to sit there and cast fucking judgment on me! Look at all the shit Vince made you do over the years! I bet you didn’t protest one fucking time and do you know why? Because just like me, you were born to be a star! And you would do anything to fucking be one! Fake weddings, implants, all the tight leather outfits-”
“Actually,” Stephanie began to cut her off. “The implants and tight outfits were all my idea.” She finished and gave Chelsea a wink. This made the Hot Mess feel absolutely patronized.
“My point still stands.” Chelsea said with a sway of her neck before crossing her arms across her chest. Stephanie’s face softened before she responded to Chelsea’s rant.
“Look, I get it. You had a taste of the big time and you want it back, who wouldn’t? Despite-...” Stephanie paused and looked as though she was going to gag. “Despite… the person you chose to seduce… I respect your drive to get what you feel that you deserve.”
“You do?” Chelsea asked, shocked.
“Yes, and it’s because of your titties- I mean… tenacity, that I’m going to hear you out. Not right now though, tonight. Believe it or not, I do have more pressing matters to attend to right now than you, no offense.”
“None taken? I guess.”
“Excellent! So just give me your hotel information and I’ll make sure to swing by this evening.”
Chelsea couldn’t believe that she was not only off the hook for breaking into Stephanie’s office but now was getting a chance to plead her case.
“Thank you so much, Steph- Mrs. McMahon! I’m staying at the Van Ness Motel next to the interstate.” Chelsea revealed. Upon hearing this Stephanie’s expression changed to confusion.
“Wait… I thought you were a star, Chelsea?” Stephanie asked in a snarky tone.
“What do you mean? I am-”
“Stars don’t stay at cheap roadside motels. No, those are for hookers and drug addicts.”
Chelsea once again felt small due to Stephanie’s choice of words, exactly how Stephanie wanted her to feel.
“But don’t worry,” Stephanie stated with a sigh “I’ll take care of you. Here is the address for the hotel that we use for any visiting shareholders, associates, etc. It’s a five-star hotel, perhaps you’ll feel more at home than in that dump you slept in last night.”
“Abso-fucking-lutley!” Chelsea cheered while snatching the card from Stephanie’s hand.
“Make yourself at home and I’ll be by before you know it! Now… Get the hell out.”
Chelsea jetted across Stamford back to the motel to gather her things. She wasn’t going to miss a second of her first five-star hotel experience. Her arrival at the luxury hotel was straight out of her fantasies. There was someone at every turn just waiting to serve her as best they could. The suite Stephanie provided was nothing less than luxurious. From the fully stocked bar to the hot tub on the balcony, Chelsea put every single amenity to good use while she waited for Mrs. McMcmahon’s arrival.
At exactly 8:00 PM Chelsea stepped out of the suite’s infinity shower. She dried off before wrapping herself in one of the hotel’s complimentary silk red robes. Upon exiting the bathroom she screamed when spotting Stephanie McMahon sitting on the king-sized bed in the bedroom.
“FUCK!”
“Hello to you too, ‘superstar’.” Stephanie replied with a giggle. “I don’t know what’s funnier, your scream or the fact that I somehow beat you to a meeting in the room YOU are staying in.”
“S- Sorry… But how did you get in here?” Chelsea inquired.
“Well, I’m paying for the room for starters.”
“Good point…”
“In addition, I have a key on my person at all times. It is my private suite after all…” Stephanie revealed.
“It is? Then why did you let me use it?” Chelsea asked for clarity.
“You’re not using it, I am.” Stephanie said while standing from her seat on the bed. “You see, this room is where I bring… let’s say… ‘special’ prospects when I need to close a deal with them, and right now you are one of these prospects.”
Chelsea lit up from the inside out. Hearing Stephanie’s wording made it seem obvious that she intended to get her signed back to the WWE roster right there that night. She noticed a black briefcase sitting on the ground at the foot of the bed, it had to be her new contract.
“Well then let’s close this deal! I am more than ready to sign that contract!” Chelsea said with glee, pointing to a black briefcase. Hearing this, Stephanie giggled to herself.
“Whoa, let’s not rush into this…” She said, stepping between Chelsea and the case. “How can you sign a contract when you haven’t even understood the ‘fine print’ of this conversation?”
“What do you mean?” Chelsea asked, oblivious.
“We’re not here so that I can convince you to sign, we’re here because you need to convince me to sign you.” The boss said, laying down the law. Chelsea wasn’t particularly bothered by this, she knew she had what it took to convince Stephanie that she was the star that could catapult the WWE women’s division into the mainstream. With her bolstered confidence, Chelsea replied like she assumed Stephanie would want her to reply.
“What’s there to prove Stephanie? Look at me, I’m practically Nikki Bella reincarnated. I’ll be honest, I wasn’t ready for the spotlight when you guys fired me… But I’m not that girl anymore. Everything I’ve done since that day has been-”
“Okay, let me just stop you right now.” Stephanie cut her off. She turned around to pick up the briefcase, mumbling to herself while she did. “What the fuck do you think this is? Promo class?”
The aggravation on Stephanie’s face softened as she handed the briefcase over to Chelsea.
“Perhaps I wasn’t clear enough about why we’re here.” She stated as Chelsea took the case. “Take a look inside, maybe it’ll make things a little more clear.”
A wide grin spread across Stephanie’s face, making Chelsea feel uneasy. She sat the briefcase down on the bed and began undoing the latches. She peeked over her shoulder to see that Stephanie’s smile had grown even more sinister. After hearing the second latch click open Chelsea lifted the top of the case, what she saw inside only confused her more.
“Are we on the same page now?” Stephanie asked, assuming that the case’s contents made her intentions crystal clear. Chelsea reached inside the case, she retrieved an industrial-sized bottle of personal lubricant along with two pairs of solid steel handcuffs. She turned to face Stephanie with all three items in her hands. Stephanie’s wicked smile, the handcuffs, the lube, everything started to click in Chelsea’s mind. The bullet that she accidentally dodged by Vince being gone had somehow ricocheted with his daughter right at that very moment. Chelsea did feel somewhat duped but knew she couldn’t refuse. She’d come to Connecticut prepared to fuck anyone that would give her a contract, she just didn’t expect it to be the Billion Dollar Princess. She struggled to find the words to say that Stephanie would want to hear.
“I-”
Before she could breathe another word, Stephanie grabbed a hold of her waist and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Chelsea didn’t fight it at all, she was quite taken with Stephanie’s oral skills. She felt her former boss’s tongue slip right past her own and slide down her throat. Chelsea accepted the warm wet muscle, letting it linger exactly where Stephanie wanted it. She whined when Stephanie retracted her tongue and finally broke this kiss. The Billion Dollar Princess’ face bore no expression. If anything, she looked at Chelsea expectantly. Chelsea followed Stephanie’s eyes to the bed behind her.
“Lay down.” Stephanie ordered. Chelsea was frightened by her sudden authoritative tone. She awkwardly sat down on the bed. Not satisfied with Chelsea’s speed, Stephanie gripped her shoulders and forced her down before positioning her exactly how she wanted her. The top of Chelsea’s head rested against the hotel pillows, Stephanie snatched the handcuffs and lubricant from her hands. She sat the large container to the side prior to attaching the handcuffs to Chelsea’s wrists.
“Are the cuffs really necessary?” Chelsea questioned. “You don’t have to restrain me to get me to do what you want.”
“Oh, I know! A slut like you would never put up a fight, but I like knowing where my prey is at all times.” Stephanie responded. The word “prey” made Chelsea unsure about what to expect.
With the handcuffs securely fastened around the bed posts, Stephanie turned her attention to the rest of Chelsea’s helpless body.
“So, Chelsea Green wants to be a ‘star’, huh?” Stephanie asked, toying with her.
“I am a star.”
“SHUT UP!” Stephanie screamed into Chelsea’s face. “What makes you a star? Let’s be honest Chelsea, you’re average. The most extraordinary things about you are these!” Stephanie cried as she ripped open Chelsea’s robe, revealing her entire nude front. “Mmm…” Stephanie moaned while gazing at Chelsea’s perfect bust. “I’ll give you credit though. Like me, you understand that when life doesn’t give you what you want, money will. I miss the days when hundreds upon hundreds of women would fill their tits with silicone and send in photo after photo of themselves just to get a contract with the WWE. I guess I saw myself in them to some degree but regardless, having tits like we have is indeed a talent. These big mounds could take you straight to the top.” Stephanie toyed with each of Chelsea’s breasts as she spoke. “But before that can happen, I deserve to play with them first. After all, you offered them to me in my office did you not?”
Chelsea nodded her head in agreement. She wouldn’t dare correct Stephanie by saying that she had no idea it would be her sitting on the throne of WWE.
“It’s time for mommy to play!” Stephanie exclaimed. She lifted the container of lube up from the bedside table, she held it in her hands as if it were the most precious thing in her life. The boss turned back to Chelsea as she unscrewed the top. Patience wasn’t her strong suit, she was already picturing the slippery liquid all over Chelsea’s perfect breasts. The restrained Chelsea knew that Stephanie had a thing for her tits, she couldn’t blame her for wanting to see them drenched in wetness.
Stephanie carefully poured the thick liquid across Chelsea’s chest, using her nipples as targets. Chelsea shivered until her skin acclimated to the temperature. The cold gel had her nipples as hard as rocks.
“There we go…” Stephanie muttered to herself. She was transfixed on the sight before her. Chelsea started to wonder if Stephanie intended to use the entire supply, her tits were covered in multiple layers of the lubricant and Stephanie didn’t seem keen on stopping. After a few more streams poured out onto Chelsea’s thoroughly coated chest, Stephanie stopped. “I think that should be just enough.” She said playfully.
“Whatever makes you happy, boss.” Chelsea commented. Stephanie didn’t mind that Chelsea was clearly buttering her up. The Billion Dollar Princess sat down on the bed next to Chelsea. She lowered her hands slowly onto her gleaming globes. Chelsea let out a moan upon contact, Stephanie certainly had a way with her hands. She massaged the liquid all over Chelsea’s mounds until not a single patch of skin remained dry. All the while Chelsea reveled in ecstasy.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve put a girl in this bed and had my way with her body, but this has to be the best experience ever.” Stephanie recalled. “And before you ask, yes, I have had Nikki Bella right where you’re laying right now.” She revealed. Chelsea’s heart fluttered. For the next few minutes, Stephanie continued rubbing and massaging The Hot Mess’ tits with her dainty hands. When Stephanie stopped, Chelsea opened her eyes and pouted her lips, she longed for more. “I think it’s time I used your tits to please myself even more than I already am.”
“Okay!” Chelsea replied eagerly. “What do you have in mind?” She inquired.
“You’ll see…” Stephanie replied as she climbed onto her knees. Chelsea watched as Stephanie McMahon mounted her torso. She was surprisingly light despite carrying two milk tank sized breasts and a perfect round ass. Once Stephanie’s legs were on either side of Chelsea’s torso, Chelsea began to detect a warm sensation against the top of her abdomen. She assumed that it had to be Stephanie’s pussy leaking wetness all over her. Chelsea assessed the situation, she couldn’t figure out what Stephanie intended to do to her.
“Are you going to ride my tits or something?” She asked Stephanie cluelessly.
“Not exactly…” The interim CEO replied with a devious grin. She aligned her pelvis just underneath Chelsea’s chest. “Are you ready?” She asked Chelsea.
“Y- Yes?” Chelsea answered unsurely.
Stephanie hiked up her skirt and thrust her hips forward, sending a long white cock sailing right between Chelsea’s tits. The Hot Mess was now eye level with the swollen head of Stephanie McMahon’s cock.
“That cock looks amazing between your tits doesn’t it?” Stephanie asked. “DOESN’T IT?” She repeated even louder when Chelsea didn’t answer fast enough.
“YES! YES!” Chelsea screamed back. “It’s- It’s… so big!” The brunette added. She was dumbfounded, how could the most powerful woman in WWE have been hiding a cock for so long? Despite her initial shock, Chelsea found the thick white dick to be quite impressive. Her instinct was to hold her big tits together for Stephanie to fuck, she tried to but quickly felt the steel cuffs holding her back. Upon closer inspection, Chelsea realized that Stephanie’s cock was so thick that she didn’t need any help. Her perky breasts were the perfect slip and slide for Stephanie’s monster.
The Billion Dollar Princess was nearly screaming at the top of her lungs while she fucked Chelsea’s rack. For better leverage, she leaned over the rest of Chelsea’s frame and used the headboard to support herself. This left the restrained Chelsea with two raunchy options for her viewing pleasure. Above her head, Stephanie’s tits were about to spring free of Stephanie’s button-up blouse. The pale white skin of her tits was visible through the buttons that were barely hanging on. Chelsea’s other option for her viewing pleasure was Stephanie’s big white dick being thrust into her face over and over again. Seeing her own tits at the same time was just a bonus.
“OW!” Chelsea cried as something hit her in the forehead at fast speed. She looked up and found that the buttons were flying off of Stephanie’s top. She closed her eyes as the rest came flying down at her. When she opened her eyes once again, Stephanie’s erect pink nipples were dangling just above her face. Her body’s reaction to this had wetness dripping from her cunt. Chelsea felt a change in Stephanie’s pace. Her thrusts were becoming more deliberate and brutal. She looked back down seeing that precum was pouring out of Mrs. McMahon’s cock. With one final big thrust and a loud scream of Chelsea’s name, Stephanie came all over Chelsea’s face. It felt like a fire hydrant had been opened just an inch away from her eyes, Chelsea was nearly drowning in Stephanie’s seed. After the first ten powerful bursts, the rest of Stephanie’s cum was spread all over Chelsea’s throat and tits. Once she’d completed the rest of her orgasm, Stephanie collapsed onto the bed right next to Chelsea. With her arms angled out, Chelsea was sort of holding Stephanie. The last thing Chelsea predicted in her situation was cuddling the woman she intended to work for.
Stephanie lifted her head tiredly, seeing what remained of her shirt.
“Shit… I loved that blouse.” She complained. “At least I keep replacements here.”
She sat up and surveyed the scene she’d made. Chelsea’s face was almost totally covered in her translucent cum. With Stephanie watching, Chelsea licked her lips and sucked the cum down her throat which impressed Stephanie.
“Mommy’s little cum slut are we?” Stephanie teased while holding Chelsea’s chin like a mother would her child. She pulled her hand away and licked her own cum from her fingertips. “Since your lips are clean, let’s put them to work.” Stephanie suggested before getting out of bed. Chelsea was alarmed by Stephanie’s stamina. She couldn’t remember the last time that anyone she’d been with was capable of cumming two times in a row. Mrs. McMahon approached the headboard and placed her wet cock on Chelsea’s chin. “Suck it.” She instructed, echoing her husband. Chelsea strained to do so with her restraints but willed herself on. She latched her lips onto the head and began bobbing her head on it. Having the most sensitive part of her cock be the sole thing that Chelsea sucked made Stephanie weak in the knees. She grabbed a hold of the headboard once again for support. The Hot Mess gave the messiest and sloppiest blowjob of her life. As if lube and Stephanie’s cum weren’t enough, her drool now dripped from Stephanie’s penis. Chelsea had an excellent rhythm going, she was sure that in mere seconds her former and possibly future boss would be gushing in her mouth. This expectation came to a crashing halt when Stephanie yanked her cock away. “Bitch, did I tell you to make me cum?”
“N- No?”
“I didn’t think so. This next one is reserved for your pussy.” Stephanie informed her.
“Whatever you say, Mrs. McMahon.” Chelsea said while spreading her legs wide open, giving Stephanie full access.
“Now that is how a woman that deserves to be a star behaves!” Stephanie complimented her, re-instilling the hope into Chelsea’s heart that with each of Stephanie’s orgasms, she was closer to her fabled spotlight. The boss climbed back onto the bed, using Chelsea’s legs as a path to her goal. Stephanie didn’t waste any time. She pressed the head of her cock against Chelsea’s opening. After feeling the pulsating warmth within, Stephanie was forced to go deeper in search of how Chelsea truly felt on the inside. “Fuck…” They both moaned together as more and more of Stephanie’s cock entered. Once all of her girth was inside, Stephanie unleashed. The bodybuilding-obsessed CEO used her cock as a metaphorical plow for Chelsea’s would-be field. Chelsea was shocked at the raw power that Stephanie possessed. No man had ever taken her body the way that Stephanie did. She felt truly owned and used by the Billion Dollar Princess and she loved every second of it. Stephanie placed one hand beside Chelsea and used the other to squeeze and manipulate her tits. Chelsea’s rack still glistened with lube and cum. Stephanie leaned down and took one of Chelsea’s nipples into her mouth, the taste fueled her need to cum. Chelsea meanwhile had the iconic view of Stephanie McMahon’s tits bouncing while her cock fucked her. It was an image that she never wanted to forget. While Chelsea focused on her tits, Stephanie did much the same in reverse. Chelsea’s wet and jiggling tits sent her into a frenzy. She never took her eyes off of them while she rammed Chelsea’s cunt with all the speed that her hips could muster. Both women cried out in total bliss as they neared orgasm. Chelsea was the first to break, squirting all over Stephanie’s cock. The added wetness in Chelsea’s hold was too much for Stephanie’s monstrous cock to take. 4 heavy bursts of cum shot right into Chelsea’s cervix before Stephanie decided that she needed the rest to go somewhere more sacred. Stephanie pulled out and mounted Chelsea’s torso again. She jerked her cock right on top of Chelsea’s tits, milking every last bit of cum that she had right onto them. In the seconds that followed, it became obvious that Stephanie’s balls weren’t the only thing drained. Stephanie fell back onto the mattress right next to Chelsea once again. Moments later, she was passed out. Chelsea called for her boss as she recovered from the welcomed assault to her womanhood. After calling Stephanie’s name several times, she too succumbed to her body’s need for rest.
A blinding amount of light woke Chelsea the following morning. She slowly sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. She tried to quickly assess whether she’d had the best dream of her life, or if she truly spent the night getting fucked by the WWE’s Billion Dollar Princess. The lack of restraints on her wrists led her to believe the latter. Chelsea opened her eyes, she was indeed in the same hotel room but things were in perfect order. She glanced over to the bedside table, no lube. She turned her head around finding that there were no handcuffs on the bed posts. She looked down at her body, she was naked but there was no evidence of any cum or lube anywhere on her body. Chelsea spun around until her feet were dangling off the bed. Just as she came to accept that she’d fallen asleep after her shower and had a wet dream, Stephanie McMahon emerged from the bathroom. She was fully done up in her usual business casual attire with a black dress and perfectly done makeup and hair.
“Stephanie?” She tiredly called out to her.
“Good morning sleepyhead!” Stephanie greeted her with a big smile. In her hand was a black briefcase.
“D- Did-”
“Did last night actually happen? Yes, I’m afraid it did. I’m sure you’ll have no regrets about it though.” Stephanie said with a wink.
“How did… Where did everything go?”
“I cleaned up silly! Believe it or not, a spoiled brat like me is capable of cleaning up after herself. I even washed you off while you were sleeping.”
“That’s actually really sweet.” Chelsea replied.
“I’m a lot of things Chelsea, sweet isn’t one of them.”
“Okay…” Chelsea said quietly. “WAIT! So did I earn my contract?” Chelsea asked excitedly, hopping out of bed.
“Whoa, slow down. Listen, after last night’s performance, it would make me the worst person in the world if I didn’t hand you a WWE contract right now.” Stephanie said, clearly impressed with her. Chelsea’s face lit up with a smile. It was all about to be truly worth it. She could picture it all in her mind. Wrestlemania, red carpets, movies, magazine covers, it was all about to be hers.
“Thank y-”
“But unfortunately I am the worst person in the world in this case.” Stephanie spoke over Chelsea. The hopeful brunette’s eyes shot wide open in total disbelief. “Don’t give me that look. Why does everyone think that I have the power to hire anyone? I may be acting CEO but Vince still runs everything. I may be sitting in his chair but I can’t even access his computer. I just sit in his office to get away from all the bullshit that goes on in that God-forsaken building!”
In a matter of two minutes, Chelsea Green had fallen from expecting her WWE contract to listening to a billionaire's daughter complain about her work life.
“Look Chelsea, if I had any say, I’d hire you in a heartbeat. Even if it was just as my assistant so I could keep you around for a quick lay but thanks to my father I can’t choose who my assistants are. I’m stuck with those three dumb blonde whores that my father pays to sit out in his lobby and chew gum all day. I know this is disappointing, and that it feels like last night was for nothing but it wasn’t. We both got to cum! Am I right?” Stephanie's jovial attitude about the situation lit a fire in Chelsea’s heart.
“You lying bitch!” Chelsea screamed in Stephanie’s face. The boss made sure to make her pay for such an insult by slapping her across the face.
“You listen to me you worthless indie whore! You walked into that office and flashed your tits at me! Not the other way around! Maybe you shouldn’t blame me for telling a little white lie, maybe you should blame yourself for being willing to fuck someone for a job!”
Those remarks were the last that Chelsea was willing to take. She reached back and unloaded a right cross to Stephanie’s jaw, dropping the Billion Dollar Princess to the floor like a sack of wet hammers. An idea spawned in Chelsea’s brain that tickled her fancy. She quickly got dressed before taking her cell phone out of her bag. While Stephanie lay unconscious on the floor, Chelsea took it upon herself to lift Stephanie’s skirt up and expose her cock. Chelsea stood up and snapped a photo, making sure to get Stephanie’s face in the shot. The sound of the camera going off caused Stephanie to stir.
“You… Little… Slut… You think you can lay hands on me…? I’ll have you thrown under the jail for this! SECUR-”
Stephanie paused her cry for help when Chelsea placed the photo on her phone just inches away from her face.
“... Chelsea…” Stephanie uttered her name, sounding suddenly much more respectful. “Please can we talk about this? I deserved the punch, okay? Please Chelsea let’s just talk!” Stephanie pleaded while struggling to get to her feet.
“We can talk Steph… Once you get me my fucking contract.” Chelsea said sternly.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me bitch. If taking your cock can’t get me my contract, maybe posting it online will!” Chelsea threatened.
“YOU CAN’T” Stephanie screamed with tears beginning to well in her eyes.
“Of course I can, the question is are you going to do the right thing and stop me from doing it?”
“Didn’t you hear me you dumb bitch? I have no power!”
“BITCH! I don’t care about what you do and don’t have. Find a way to get me my contract of this big cock of yours goes viral.”
“... Fine…” Stephanie agreed.
“How about we meet here tonight? 8:00?”
“That will work just fine…” Stephanie muttered under her breath. Her fist shook with anger as she lifted her briefcase off of the ground. She made her way over to the door, but Chelsea had one final request.
“Don’t be late Steph, you know how much I hate tardiness. Oh, and one more thing.”
“What Chelsea?” Stephanie asked with a growl.
“That’s Mrs. Green to you actually. As I was saying, make sure to bring the handcuffs back with you tonight along with my contract. I like knowing where my ‘prey’ is at all times.”Thank you for reading! Please leave a like if you enjoyed!
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Tags: SM/F/F/F/F, Group sex, Cheating, Toys, Top tier MILF camera work
This fic takes place in the "Daddy Liv's Lust List" Universe
This story features a few newer women that some people might not be so familiar with. You can find their IG's below if you want to get a good idea of what they look like. If not, I can guarantee that you'll want to know more about them by the end of this story!
Nikkita Lyons - www.instagram.com/nikkita_wwe/
Fallon Henley - www.instagram.com/fallonhenleywwe/
Blair Davenport - www.instagram.com/bdavenportwwe/
I hate her.
“For fucks sake Shotzi, my entire life doesn’t revolve around you!”
“Right! It just revolves around your massive ego!”
She makes me so angry.
“My career went to hell because of you! I was happy in NXT, everything made sense. Now I’m a fucking jobber.”
“That’s hilarious babe, blame me.”
“Maybe if I had a cock to fuck my way through the roster with, I’d be in a storyline with Becky Lynch…”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re as much of a fame whore as you are a regular whore, Liv.”
“You fucking-”
“You can whore for PPV matches all you want but it’s kind of ironic that you still haven’t won the fucking belt.”
I want to be free.
“I wish I never met you!”
“I wish that it hurt me to hear you say that.”
“...”
“...”
“I thought you loved me.”
“...I do.”
“Then why-”
“I’ve had enough.”
“How fucking dare you say that to me! If you think for a fucking second that you can leave me, you’re fucking mistaken, Liv Morgan!”
WATCH ME.
Five Days Later
“FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!”
*BUZZER*
The crowd in attendance for the 2022 Royal Rumble erupt into cheers as Sarah Logan makes her return to the WWE after being fired two years beforehand. Sarah’s eyes roam the roaring crowd before locking onto her best friend, Liv Morgan. The viking mother charged to the ring, eager to reunite with her former tag team partner. Liv nearly broke down when seeing Sarah standing before her. As the two stepped closer to embrace one another, The Bella Twins seized the opportunity to ruin their makeshift reunion. The Riott Squad alums fought valiantly against the legends but were both eliminated one behind the other. Neither woman cried over their loss, they simply locked hands and returned backstage to catch up. Once they were away from the cameras and crowds of people the two women embraced with a tight hug.
“I missed you so fucking much!” Liv whispered into Sarah’s ear while they hugged. Now away from the public, Liv let herself cry. Sarah held her even tighter.
“I missed you too.” She replied shakily through her quivering lips. With emotions already running high, a ticking time bomb of emotions came walking up to the duo.
“Liv.” Shotzi Blackheart stated her girlfriend’s name coldly. Liv pulled away from Sarah, wiping her eyes as she did. When seeing her jilted lover, Liv rolled her eyes.
“What is it, Shotzi?”
“So this is the girlfriend you’ve been talking about nonstop for the past year!” Sarah interrupted. “It’s nice to finally meet you!” She continued, extending her hand. Shotzi scoffed.
“Sorry ‘Sarah’ is it? I don’t have a mommy fetish, fuck off.” Shotzi replied rudely, refusing the handshake. Liv’s heart filled with rage.
“You don’t talk to her like that!” She scolded her lover, getting chest to chest with her. Though she wouldn’t show it, Shotzi was intimidated.
“Whatever ‘babe’, I’ve got a rumble to win. It’s a good thing that the Bella sluts threw you out before I could.”
With one last hurtful comment, Shotzi was off to take her place as the 29th entrant of the Royal Rumble.
“What kind of fucking girlfriend is she?” Sarah questioned Liv.
“Things have changed.”
“You made her sound like your personal heaven on earth.”
“Yeah, well… Now she’s my personal level of hell.” Liv replied with hatred in her voice. She felt Sarah lay a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She placed her own over it. “I’m glad you’re back bestie.”
“Why do I feel like you’re even happier to see me now that your girlfriend just pulled that little stunt?” Sarah asked, knowing Liv better than almost anyone.
“Because you know me well.” Liv said with a smirk. “And I know that you’d do anything for Daddy.”
“There she is! That’s the Liv-.. Daddy, that I know. I couldn’t figure out why you let that bitch talk to you like that without giving her a receipt.”
“Her receipt’s coming bestie, and it’s coming tonight.” Liv said determinedly. “Now come with me. Shotzi might not have a mommy fetish, but I sure as fuck do.” Liv said with a smirk.
“Then why don’t we go get dressed and you can tell mommy your master plan?” Sarah suggested while wiggling her bouncy cleavage at Liv.
“Sounds like a plan.” Liv said with a smile. “I’m sure watching you change will give me a few ideas.” She added. The two friends intertwined their fingers before heading to the women’s locker room.
While in the process of getting dressed, Liv noticed that Sarah was being quite conservative with what she was allowing Liv to see, she hid her breasts in particular.
“Sarah, dude, what’s going on? You hid those milkers in the shower and now you’re covering up out here.” Liv pointed out while tying her shoelaces. “What’s the deal?”
“Because I know you enjoy my tits a little too much.” Sarah responded timidly, not wanting to upset her friend.
“And…”
“I’m married.” Sarah replied.
“I’ve always respected your marriage!” Liv retorted. “And you know me, I don’t give a fuck about anyone’s marriage. I do it for you because we’re like sisters.”
“I know…but I just… Look, you have a dick. It’s the same as being naked around a girl.” Sarah tried to explain.
“Uhh… Newsflash, I am a girl!” Liv shot back, squeezing her very real tits through her white cotton t-shirt.
“I didn’t mean it like that I-”
“If this is about to turn into some kind of right wing lecture on my anatomy then you can just stop Sarah.” Liv cut her off. She had no interest whatsoever in listening to Sarah’s views. The fact that they didn’t discuss politics played a huge role in the survival of their friendship over the years.
Sarah sighed and pulled on a revealing black tank top that left the majority of her tits on display before walking over to Liv.
“Liv, you know that I love you. Every part of you.” She said sweetly. “I’ve told you a thousand times that I would absolutely rail you if I wasn’t already in a relationship.”
Liv couldn’t help but to smile.
“I think you’ve got that railing part backwards but it’s sweet either way.” Liv said. She stood up out of her seat and began to pace. “Thanks to your tiddy hogging I still have no idea how I’m going to end things with Shotzi once and for all.”
“I hate to point out the obvious but… you could just break up with her?” Sarah suggested.
“Not good enough.” Liv replied. Her voice came across almost robotic. “I’ve been dealing with her shit ever since she came to the main roster and realized that all of her dreams weren’t gonna come true.”
“Ha! I remember when I had those same ideas. Didn’t take long for Vince to kill every dream I ever had like it was his life mission.”
“Tell me about it.” Liv concurred. She paused for a moment, considering her feelings for Shotzi. “I- I love Shotzi. Some part of me always will, but she’s changed. She’s borderline evil. Trying to control me, always taking shots at me for no reason other than the fact that I exist, and I’m tired of being blamed for her floundering career. I’m gonna fuck her world up. Daddy is tired of being tied down to a psychopath. Daddy is tired of letting a bitch with green hair talk to her any type of fucking way. Most importantly of all, Daddy is tired of having to consider some bitch’s feelings when deciding who she wants to fuck.” Liv tiraded.
“... So… Still talking about yourself in the third person I see.” Sarah remarked before they were interrupted by an unexpected eavesdropper. Steam billowed out from behind the now open shower room door. Michelle McCool stepped out, naked and biting her bottom lip.
“You two just reinstilled my faith in the modern women’s division.” Michelle stated as she stepped between the two.
“Huh?” Sarah and Liv said together, confused.
“You new chicks. You’re all so damn shy these days, afraid to offend anyone. God I’m gonna make myself sound old when I say this but back in my day, there wasn’t a moment in the women’s locker room when someone wasn’t either talking about sex or having sex. Every time I come back here I get my hopes up thinking I’m gonna get a show or at least get to have an old school shower orgy, but you youngins disappoint me every time.”
Sarah and Liv exchanged looks before breaking out into uncontrollable laughter. Liv was the first to reply.
“Mrs. McCool, no disrespect but I’ve seen and caused more orgasms in various locker rooms across the globe than anywhere else in my life.”
“Oh so that’s the problem, I keep coming back when you and your cock aren’t around? Unlucky me I guess.” Michelle responded to Liv, clearly having heard the majority of her and Sarah’s conversation. “By the way, don’t call me ‘Mrs. McCool again unless you’re planning on living out your slutty teacher fantasies.” Michelle added while stepping closer and closer to the blonde WWE superstar. Liv’s jaw hung open, the legendary Michelle McCool was flirting with her and didn’t seem put off at all by the revelation that she had a penis.
“Well fuck me for forgetting to bring my slutty schoolgirl outfit.” Liv replied. Michelle laughed.
“I can make due.” She said, gripping the waistband of Liv’s pants.
“Uhh…” Sarah uttered, trying to remind the two of them that she was still in the room.
“Sarah, go watch the door.” Liv instructed without looking away from Michelle. Sarah rolled her eyes and huffed but did as Liv said.
“I come back for one night and I’m already back on lookout duty.” She bemoaned while stomping over to the locker room entrance.
“Real talk, your friend is lame as hell for letting her marriage come before your dick.” Michelle commented quietly so Sarah wouldn’t hear her. “More ‘real talk’, I heard about the situation with your girlfriend. I can’t do anything to fix that… BUT… I can suck your dick and let you cum on my tits. If that’s something you want…”
“Of course that’s something I want!” Liv said excitedly.
“In that case… Class is in session.” Michelle said with a slutty smile across her lips. From the doorway, Sarah heard all chatter cease, signaling that Liv was getting exactly what she wanted. This was confirmed seconds later by plentiful slurping noises coming from behind the set of lockers that blocked her view. The curious viking stepped away from her post. The slurping sounds were getting louder. She peeped her head around the lockers to find Liv on her feet with Michelle furiously sucking on her entire cock. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Michelle showed the skill of a veteran pornstar, Liv clearly loved every bit of it.
“Fuh- fuh- fuck!” Liv cried out. Her face was turning bloodshot red. “You’re really good at this!” She complimented the legend.
A deep “Mhmm!” Came from Michelle’s throat, she wasn’t going to stop sucking Liv off to reply. Sarah forced herself to look away and return to her post but when turning around she found that she was face to face with the boss herself, Stephanie McMahon. The chief brand officer of WWE gave the former superstar a questionable look. She looked Sarah up and down while crossing her arms across her blazer covered chest.
“Sarah, if I didn’t know any better I’d say it looks like you’re keeping watch.” Stephanie said assumptively.
“M- Me? No! I’m just waiting for a friend.” Sarah stumbled over her words. “Why are you here- I mean… If you don’t mind me asking.”
“I do mind considering that I’m your boss, albeit for ONE night only.” Stephanie said, holding up her index finger to further make her point. While she paused for effect, she overheard the raucous blowjob taking place just feet away behind entryway lockers. “What the hell is taking place back there?” Stephanie questioned Sarah. The viking milf’s lip quivered as she tried to formulate a lie. Stephanie’s patience grew increasingly thin. She stuck the same index finger that she’d previously held up right into Sarah’s face. “There better not be a man in this locker room getting sucked off by one of my female employees! Can you imagine the political shitstorm that a sexual harassment case could cause this company? Who am I kidding, of course you can’t. You’re a dumb hick from a farm that thinks she’s a fucking viking! Get out of my way!”
Stephanie attempted to storm past Sarah but the powerhouse easily held her back. Liv and Michelle were completely oblivious to the discussion and ensuing scuffle taking place by the entrance. Michelle nearly had Liv’s cock ready to combust. Sarah mentally urged her friend to pick up the pace, she couldn’t keep Stephanie detained for much longer. That quickly became the case when Stephanie drove an elbow into one of her milk filled tits.
“Son of a bitch!” Sarah cried out as she crumpled against the lockers. The loud disturbance didn’t deter Liv or Michelle. By the time that Stephanie rounded the corner, Liv was blasting Michelle’s tits with her cum like the legend was a carnival game. Sarah was right behind her, witnessing the show right along with the boss. Though it wasn’t the first time that Stephanie had seen Liv in action, it was the first time that she’d seen it live. Michelle noticed that someone was standing behind Liv, she peeped around Liv’s big thighs and saw Stephanie standing just a few feet away. Oddly, she smiled when seeing her. Liv followed Michelle’s eyes, she turned around expecting to find Sarah.
“I told you to watch the door but I guess I can’t blame you for wanting to enjoy the sho- oh shit…” Liv’s tone changed drastically when realizing that she was standing before her boss with her pants around her ankles and her cock pointing directly at her. Michelle stood to her feet and took the situation by the horns. With thick layers of cum plastered across her chest, Michelle stepped in front of Liv like a human shield.
“What do you find funny about this situation Michelle?” Stephanie asked, clearly offended.
“Oh come on Steph! This isn’t nearly the worst thing that you’ve found me doing in the locker room!” Michelle reminded her. Stephanie rolled her eyes. “I even remember you joining in on a few occasions…”
“Damn it Michelle, be quiet!” Stephanie replied defensively. “Just- Just get dressed and give me a minute with Liv and Sarah please.”
“Whatever you say girl but look, take it easy on Liv. It was my idea. Can you blame me for wanting to wrap my lips around this thing.” Michelle said, gripping Liv’s cock to show it off to Stephanie. The CBO’s eyes widened as she struggled to stop herself from saying no. “Besides, Liv here needed a little pick me up, she’s having girlfriend troubles.” Michelle informed Stephanie before stepping aside to get dressed. Once Michelle was out of the way, Stephanie assumed control of the situation.
“Sarah, watch the door.” She instructed her former employee.
“But you just bitched at me for-”
“NOW!” Stephanie screamed at Sarah for her disobedience. Sarah’s milk filled breast bounced up and down while she stomped away like a scorned lackey. Stephanie and a now fully dressed Liv had a seat on the locker room bench. “Liv I-”
“Steph, sorry to cut you off but I’m not about to sit here and get chewed out for getting my dick sucked. And I’d appreciate it if we can skip the whole ‘oh she has a dick wow!’ part of this conversation.” Liv spoke presumptively. She was in no mood for corporate speeches. Stephanie’s immediate response was a soft smile which confused Liv.
“It seems that every time we meet, you assume that I mean you harm. I would think that by now you would have realized that all our past interactions have ended with you getting more… pleasure… than you were expecting.” Stephanie tried to point out to Liv.
“What are you saying exactly?” Liv asked. She thought back to previous encounters with Steph. Only two came to mind. One in which she wound up on a plane with Alexa Bliss and the other where she impregnated Lacey Evans.
“I saw that lightbulb go off in your head. You know that I’m right. You got to fuck two goddesses on that plane and then you got to rail not only Lacey Evans but Kaitlyn as well. One might say that I’m damn close to your fairy godmother.” Stephanie said, patting herself on the back.
“I’m not gonna question how you know that both of those events took place, but I will ask you what the fuck that has to do with today.” Liv shot back with her defiant nature still shining through.
“I’m using the past to show you what the truth has been all along. That I, Stephanie McMahon, am very invested in the welfare of you, Liv Morgan. Or should I say, ‘Daddy’ Liv Morgan.”
Liv watched the words come out of Stephanie’s mouth yet she still couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She watched as her boss placed a comforting hand on her thigh.
“Where is this going Stephanie? Because from my point of view it seems like you’re trying to make a move on me.” Liv stated plainly.
“As much as that would bring us both immense satisfaction, I can’t risk giving you that much power over me. Which is truly a damned shame. However, I do want to help you with your girlfriend problem. Shotzi isn’t it? I want you to tell me how I can help you two fix things. I don’t want my favorite and most well endowed superstar to be troubled by something that’s so simple to fix.” Stephanie offered her help, unaware that Liv didn’t want help to “Fix” anything. Liv reached down and removed Stephanie’s hand from her lap.
“Since you’ve made it clear that nothing is going to happen here with us, it’s best that you keep your hands off my lap. My thighs are a weakness and if you cause me to get hard, then you’re legally required to take care of the aftermath.” Liv told her. “As far as the help you’ve offered goes; I don’t want, need, or care to fix things with Shotzi. We’re far past that Steph. I’m going scorched earth. I want to hurt that heartless, soulless bitch. I’m ending things and I’m gonna end them with style. So I guess you can’t really help me, considering that you participating in the mental destruction of one of your own superstars would probably not be the best thing to have on your track record.” Liv explained in great detail. Stephanie didn’t respond to Liv with the same soft smile she wore moments before, instead she replied to the petite blonde with a cheshire grin.
“Oh Liv, I think you’ll find that I’m much more qualified to help end your relationship than fix it. You have no idea how much easier you’ve made it for me to help you.”
“Is that so?” Liv inquired curiously.
“I know exactly how to help you.” Stephanie informed Liv, with the most devilish of grins. “You have my number correct?”
“Correct.”
“Send me your hotel information. I’m going to be sending you the ultimate ‘Ruin Shotzi’s Life Package.’ You might not have won the Royal Rumble Liv, but you’re in for a hell of a rumble later tonight!”
“At first you had my curiosity, now you have my attention.” Liv replied, extending her hand to Stephanie. Instead of shaking her hand, Stephanie placed Liv’s palm on one of her massive tits.
“You and I have a relationship that’s too special for simple handshakes Liv.”
“Umm… Okay.”
Stephanie stood up before addressing Liv again.
“Now get out of here, your ‘package’ will be arriving to your hotel room shortly. I just need to make a few phone calls. Oh, and take your little viking friend with you. You’re going to need her help.” Stephanie informed Liv just before departing. Liv and Sarah gathered their things and made their way to Liv’s hotel to find out just what the Billion Dollar Princess had in store for them.
*Knock, Knock, Knock*
“Fuck me, that didn’t take long.” Liv said when hearing knocking at her door. Sarah Logan turned to face her friend finding that her freshly showered cock was hanging freely in the open between the straps of her robe.
“Jesus Christ Liv! Put that thing away!” She cried, shielding her eyes.
“You’re starting to annoy me with this aversion to seeing any other cock besides your husband’s. Get the fucking door.” Liv instructed while tying the white cotton robe around herself.
“But… I need a shower too!” Sarah whined.
“It’ll have to wait, Sarah! The package is here! My revenge is at hand! Stop… revenge blocking! Now get the fucking door.” Liv said, putting any and everything else on hold. Sarah acquiesced and marched towards the door. She pulled it open, revealing a group of three women on the other side. The woman in the middle pushed Sarah aside and led in the rest of the group. She had long black hair with half blonde, half black bangs. She wore the tightest leggings that Liv had ever seen along with a black tank top that clung to her massive tits. Liv recognized her as Blair Davenport from NXT UK. The other two, Liv didn’t recognize at all. The one to Blair’s left was a perky brunette dressed in an aqua crop top and tight jeans. The girl to Blair’s right however, had every last ounce of Liv’s attention. She had frizzy blonde hair and curves that just didn’t stop. Liv’s eyes trailed up and down her entire body. From the leather top that held her juicy tits to the leather pants that clung onto her hips for dear life. Blair stepped forward, extending her hand to Liv.
“Hello Mrs. Morgan, my name’s Blair.” She greeted Liv while shaking her hand. “She’s Nikkita.” Blair began introducing the others, starting with the blonde. “And this is Fallon, you might know her as Tesha Price. Oh who am I kidding no one knows who she is.” Blair said, insulting Fallon. The brunette clearly took offense, crossing her arms. “We’re your special package from Mrs. McMahon.” She informed Liv further. The barley dressed blonde was in shock. Stephanie had arranged an orgy for her, she couldn’t be more pleased. “Stephanie should be giving you a call right about now.” Blair continued. As if on cue, Liv’s phone rang on the nightstand.
“Hello?” Liv answered it.
“I’ll assume that you like my gift.” Stephanie said smugly.
“No, I fucking love it!” Liv exclaimed with glee.
“I’m glad that my number one girl is pleased. Listen, here’s what’s gonna go down. You’re gonna do whatever your slutty little heart desires with those three, and I mean you do WHATEVER you want. Do you understand?”
“I do, I do… But… How did you get these girls to…-”
“The one with the giant ass and the skinny brunette have entry level contracts. They do what they’re told so that nothing ‘unfortunate’ happens to their employment with NXT. The Brit, she’s on the verge of being fired just like the rest of those UK fledglings. Long story short, I point, they go.” Stephanie explained. “But don’t worry, when I told them that they’d be spending the night with Liv Morgan, they all jumped at the opportunity. Thank God that I brought them in for the Rumble in case we had any last minute cancellations.”
“Wow Steph, you’ve truly outdone yourself.” Liv complimented her boss while leering at her awaiting conquests.
“Before I leave you to it, one of them should be holding a video camera.”
“I see it.” Liv confirmed.
“Have them give it to Sarah, it’s the key to my entire plan.” Stephanie revealed. Sensing what Stephanie’s plan was, a devilish grin crossed Liv’s succulent lips.
“You want to record the entire thing?” Liv asked giddily.
“The camera will be recording… But Shotzi will be viewing a live feed.” Stephanie revealed. Before Liv could react, Stephanie ended the conversation. “Have fun Liv. I’ll call you as soon as you’re done.”
“Wait- Shit…” Liv griped, knowing her questions would go unanswered. She turned around, finding the trio of Stephanie’s sluts all looking at her with eager eyes. Liv took the camera from Blair and turned it on, she smirked at the thought of Shotzi. She didn’t know how but she knew that somewhere, somehow, she was watching. Liv held up the camera to film the three women before her. “Ladies, look into the camera and tell me why you’re here. Let’s start with you, Nikkita.”
“I’m here to bounce my fat ass on Daddy’s dick.” Nikkita replied boldly.
“Ooo.” Liv moaned, biting her lip. “Good answer. What about you, Fallon?” Liv asked the timid brunette.
“Umm…” Fallon hummed nervously, searching her mind for an answer that Liv would want. “Oww!” She yelped after feeling Blair’s elbow dig into her ribs. “I- I’m here to fuck Daddy?” She stated shyly.
“A little basic but that’ll do.” Liv said with a shrug prior to pointing the camera directly at Blair. She zoomed in, expecting nothing less than gold from the British slut. “Blair, tell me why you’re here. The cocky Brit narrowed her eyes and smirked.
“I’m here to let Daddy use my holes like a good whore.” Blair answered shamelessly. She watched Liv nod with approval behind the camera. With the biggest smile across her face, Liv turned the camera to record herself.
“Look at all that potential, eh Shotzi? They’d be perfect for a little double daddying wouldn’t they? Too bad that you had to become an abusive bitch, or maybe you’d get to experience this with me… Oh wait! You will get to experience this with me! But while I’m plowing my dick into each of these sluts, you’ll be sitting wherever you are, watching. Enjoy the show… ‘babe’ hahahaha!” With a wicked cackle, Liv handed the camera over to Sarah.As soon as Sarah held it up she felt as though she was invisible. Liv looked directly down the lens and blew a kiss before sauntering over to the bed. It left Sarah feeling like more of a means to an end than a friend.
Liv leant against the side of the bed and began loosening the straps of her robe while addressing her trio of loaned sluts.
“Listen up you three. Usually I’d love to nut in each one of you, one after the other but tonight I think I’d rather watch you bitches fight for it.” Liv told them. The three of them looked amongst each other. Nikkita and Blair particularly, as they didn’t see Fallon as a threat. “You.” Liv called out. She lifted her arm and pointed directly at Blair. “Congratulations, you get the first taste of Daddy’s big dick.” She said, awarding Blair the honor. The Brit arrogantly stepped forward.
“I’d expect no less.” She said smugly. Liv opened her robe to reveal her half erect cock to the group and the camera. Nikkita and Blair bit their lips at the sight of it while Fallon had a more verbal reaction.
“Oh my fucking God!” The Floridian shrieked out.
“Rookie.” Nikkita commented under her breath. Seeing all of this, Sarah just kept focused on the fact that she was helping her friend.
Blair dropped to her knees and crawled to Liv until Liv’s cock hung inches away from her face like a pendulum. She gripped the girthy shaft and lifted it. She pressed her face against Liv’s smooth and shaved testicles before taking one of them into her mouth to suck on. She could feel Liv hardening in her hand. Blair released her grip and let Liv’s cock rest against her face while she continued to suck on her testlicles. With both of her hands free, Blair massaged each of Liv’s massive balls while she licked the bottom half of Liv’s now fully erect shaft. She looked up into Liv’s big blue eyes, seeing that she seemed pleased with her work thus far. The Brit slid back, letting Liv’s cock fall from her face. Without a moment's hesitation, Blair took Liv’s cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head back and forth with pornstar level skill. Liv had no choice but to place her palms against the edge of the bed just to sustain the force that Blair exuded on her member. Behind Blair, Fallon was in awe of her skills while Nikkita was growing impatient. She finally decided that she’d been waiting long enough.
Out of the corner of her eye, Liv saw Nikkita stripping out of her leather pants. As the tight material made its way down, Nikkita’s ass literally burst from underneath, so much so that Liv could tell how big it was from her front. Nikkita approached Liv and Blair. Liv previously assumed that Nikkita wasn’t wearing underwear, but now that she was closer she could make out a leopard print thong that was being eaten alive by her thighs. Liv could only imagine how much her ass must be eating it from behind. The curvy blonde tapped Blair on the head, interrupting her rhythm. Blair pulled Liv’s cock from her mouth, causing an audible popping sound.
“Can I help you?” Blair inquired, annoyed.
“No, but she can.” Nikkita replied. She then pushed Liv onto the bed, away from Blair. With lightning quickness Nikkita mounted herself onto Liv’s thighs.
“I like me a woman who can take what she wants.” Liv flirted with her. She could feel Nikkita’s mountainous ass jiggling on her thighs.
“Oh yeah? Well I like me a woman with a big dick!” Nikkita said back to Liv as she reached behind herself to grab ahold of Liv’s saliva coated member. Before Liv got carried away, she called Sarah.
“Bestie! Get that camera over here! I want my precious ‘girlfriend’ to see every single inch of my cock going into this thick bitch!”
Sarah hurried into position to film a porno-esque shot of Liv’s cock. She couldn’t help but be turned on by what she saw on the small video screen. Liv’s cock was held firmly in Nikkita’s hand, with the head pressed against her pussy. She held the device steady when Nikkita started lowering herself slowly onto Liv’s thick rod. The soon to be single blonde let out a cry of pleasure as soon as she felt Nikkita’s tight wetness. Blair was none too pleased by this. Liv could see the gothic Brit pouting just behind Nikkita. She motioned her over with one wag of her finger. Blair lit up and crawled onto the bed.
“You too quiet girl.” Liv said, pointing at Fallon. The NXT jobber perked up and happily joined the others on the bed. She nearly fell off just from the sheer impact that Nikkita’s riding had on the pillow top mattress. Once Blair and Fallon were close enough, Liv pulled their faces down to hers. After letting out a passionate moan, she locked lips with both women simultaneously. Sarah rushed around to the opposite side of the bed, making sure to get the perfect shot of the three women sloppily kissing one another. She lifted the camera to include Nikkita in the background, wildly riding Liv’s dick while her breasts bounced right out of her top. Sarah switched the focus of the camera to Liv’s breasts which were being caressed, squeezed, and all around fondled by both Fallon and Blair. Fallon made the mistake of reaching for the boob that Blair was playing with and paid for it by getting her hand slapped away. Liv suddenly let out a moan that shook the room. She yanked both Blair and Fallon by their hair while she lifted her head to look at Nikkita. Blair began to panic.
“Is she cumming?!”
“I- I- I don’t know!” Fallon replied. Blair turned her attention to Nikkita.
“I WANT HER CUM!” She screamed at the Lyoness. Nikkita’s eyes were closed until she heard an English accent screaming in her direction. She opened them and glared at Blair with pure rage. She wrapped her hand around Blair’s throat and squeezed with more strength than Blair could've ever expected. Liv finally decided to chime in.
“I’m not cumming, but she is!” Liv announced to everyone else. “She’s got my dick in a fucking vice grip… and it feels… AMAZING!” Liv cried before letting her head fall back onto the mattress. While Blair struggled to breathe, Fallon thought fast. She too wanted Liv’s cum for herself and she wasn’t going to get it if Liv shot it all into Nikkita’s pussy. She needed to distract Liv and she knew just how to do it. She knew that Liv wasn’t going to make Nikkita stop until she’d finished cumming so she would make sure that Nikkita’s tight cunt wasn’t the only thing that Liv could focus on. The fit brunette shed her pants as quickly as she could, along with her Calvin Klein underwear. She then got onto her knees despite Nikkita shaking the entire bed, and climbed onto Liv’s face. As if right on cue, she felt Liv’s tongue penetrate her pussy.
“Oh fuck…” Fallon moaned as soon as she felt Liv inside of her. Partially because of the pleasure and partially because her plan was working. Nikkita’s momentum had all but halted as her orgasm came to an end, and from what she could tell Liv was more focused on eating her out than cumming. Sarah made sure to get up close shots of Fallon’s face. The girl may have been timid in nature but her sex faces would fit into any porno. Off camera, Nikkita released Blair’s throat from her grip. Blair fell beside Liv while gasping for air. Her face was bloodshot red. Nikkita didn’t care at all about Blair’s pathetic state. She climbed off of Liv’s cock to survey the damage that she’d done. She let out a satisfied laugh when seeing multiple layers of her own cum flowing down Liv’s shaft and testicles. Sarah made sure to get a shot of it as well. Nikkita grabbed ahold of the camera and began recording her face.
“Shotzi or whatever the fuck your name is, how’s that dick look with my cum on it? Hahahaha!” Nikkita mocked Liv’s partner before tossing the camera back to Sarah. Just after doing so she noticed Fallon was riding Liv’s face. With Blair down and Fallon distracted, she knew that she had open reign to take Liv’s cum all for herself. She stepped closer to the bed. Before she could grab Liv’s cock, Blair raised up like a member of the undead. The two locked eyes and saw the other’s intent. It seemed as though there would be a race to see who could get to Liv’s cock first, and Blair was closer. Neither woman moved initially, but Nikkita finally made a dash for Liv’s cum soaked cock. Both women reached for it. Just before either could grip Liv’s throbbing member, Fallon reached back and took it for herself. Both of her cohorts stopped dead in their tracks. Fallon lifted herself off of Liv’s face to get her attention. Liv opened her eyes and licked her lips clean of Fallon’s wetness.
“Daddy? Wouldn’t Shotzi love to see you pound me from behind with this big dick of yours?” Fallon asked, hoping that the way she worded her question would lead Liv to agree. She watched a big smile cross Liv’s face.
“I like the way you think, quiet girl.” Liv responded. Fallon yelped when Liv showed her strength by lifting her off her face. Liv rolled off the backside of the bed while Fallon planted her feet firmly on the floor. Blair climbed off of the bed and joined Nikkita on the side opposite Liv. Both of them watched in shock as the timid Fallon was the one to get Liv’s cock next. When going to align her cock with Fallon’s pussy, Liv noticed just how much of Nikkita’s cum was all over her. “Damn girl, I love having my dick covered in thick bitch cum!” Liv said happily. Having her ego stroked was almost enough to make Nikkita get over her jealousy of Fallon. “Sarah, come get a shot of this.” Liv beckoned to her best friend. Sarah came right over to see what Liv wanted filmed. Once in position, she couldn’t miss it. Plunged into Fallon’s asshole was a buttplug with the word “slut” written across it in sparkly stones. “Someone came prepared.” Liv joked. Fallon turned her head back with a slutty smile on her face.
“I just wanted to be ready to give you what you wanted Daddy…”
“You’re such a good slut, quiet girl! But Daddy doesn’t plan on using your ass, at least not tonight.” Liv said. She spoke again after leaning down to whisper into Fallon’s ear. Sarah followed her with the camera, figuring that Liv would want Shotzi to hear her too. “Daddy wants to mark her territory, and your tasty fucking pussy is where I plan on doing it.” Liv said determinedly before nibbling on Fallon’s earlobe. She pulled away and gave Fallon a brutal smack on the ass. Liv gripped each side of Fallon’s hips. Still standing by, Blair almost couldn’t bring herself to watch, she wanted to be fucked too. Liv readied her slick cock against Fallon’s pussy lips. With one soft thrust, Daddy Liv found herself deep inside of Fallon. “Fuck you’re so fucking wet!” Liv grunted. The room quickly filled with the sounds of Liv and Fallon’s bodies slapping together. Liv was recklessly pounding away inside of Fallon’s hole, all while Sarah filmed her cock going in and out of the NXT rookie at a rapid pace. Sarah then filmed Liv’s face. The blonde was sweating profusely and smiling as though she felt some sense of victory. “Fuck Shotzi, she’s a tight little slut isn’t she? I don’t know if you could tell or not but my cock is stretching her pussy like a motherfucker.” Liv said directly to Shotzi through the camera’s lens. Hearing Liv brag about her to Shotzi made Fallon feel rapturous. She bucked her pussy against Liv’s pole with increased enthusiasm. She intended to milk Liv’s cock dry and she couldn’t wait to feel each drop of her seed fill her cunt. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Liv moaned. “You tight little bitch!” She said to Fallon with a small laugh. “You’re gonna make me fucking cum!”
Fallon threw herself back onto Liv’s cock with even greater force, knowing that with any one backwards thrust she would feel Liv’s cum spurting into her pussy.
“No, no, no, no!” Blair grumbled from the otherside of the bed. No one heard her except for Nikkita.
“What are you bitchin’ about now?” Nikkita asked her quietly, never taking her eyes off of the action.
“I want to fuck Liv, and if she cums in that little slag, I’m not gonna get to.”
“Oh boohoo little girl. Just enjoy the show.” Nikkita brushed her off. Blair scoffed at her reply. She was going to get Liv’s cum, even if she had to beg. Blair ran to the otherside of the bed as quickly as she could.
“Liv, please let me swallow your cum! Or cum in my pussy, my ass, whatever you want!” Blair pleaded, offering all of her holes. Liv reached out and pushed her back when seeing that she was blocking Sarah’s shot. Liv resumed her work on Fallon’s pussy, she wasn’t going to let the Brit’s greed ruin her orgasm.
“SARAH!” Liv called out to her best friend. “You’re gonna want to get this shot…”
Liv’s words couldn’t have been more appropriate. Sarah dropped to her knees just inches away from Liv’s cock, seeing that with each thrust Liv’s cock was covered in more and more layers of cum that she was shooting deep inside of Fallon. The perky NXT superstar screamed at the top of her lungs. She came hard just from the feeling of both Liv’s cock and cum inside of herself. Feeling totally deflated, Blair dropped to her knees from the disappointment of seeing Liv cum in the one girl that she felt deserved it the least. Moments later, Liv pulled her cock out of Fallon. Blair gasped when seeing all the layers of Liv’s cum that remained on her entire member. She crawled on her knees straight to the blonde.
“Liv… Can I…-” She started to ask.
“Lick my cock clean?” Liv finished her question for her. “No. You greedy whore.” Liv denied her. She looked over at the recovering Fallon bent over the bed. Liv lifted her feet from the floor and rolled her entirely onto the mattress. Liv stroked her hair and smiled at her. “You’re such a good cum slut.” Liv said to her sweetly, speaking much like someone would speak to a dog. “You were so good that I’m gonna make the queen of England over here, clean you out.”
Fallon sat up in a fit of anxiety.
“No Daddy, please let me enjoy it inside me for a little longer…” Fallon begged. Liv was tempted to let her do just that but before she could reply, Blair leapt onto the bed and forced her head between Fallon’s legs. In seconds the brunette had forgotten all about her desire to hold Liv’s cum, she was too busy enjoying Blair’s oral talents as she lapped each drop out of her cunt.
“Well, that was easy.” Liv commented. Her phone began vibrating on the bedside table. Nikkita grabbed it and tossed it to her from across the bed. “Thanks thicky! Hello?”
“Did you have fun?” Stephanie’s tired voice came from the other end of the call.
“Let’s not pretend like you didn’t have the same live feed that Shotzi has.” Liv called her out. “I can practically smell your fingers through the phone, Steph.”
“... Be that as it may… I thought you might like to cap off your night by paying your lover a visit. You know? Deliver the killing blow in person? By the way, tell Sarah that she can kill the feed now. Seeing Blair eating your cum out of Fallon is just making me jealous at this point.”
“Kill the camera.” Liv instructed Sarah. “Tell me where the bitch is Steph.” She demanded once back on the phone.
“Ooo! I love it when you tell me what to do! But do keep in mind that I’m YOUR boss when you do it.” Stephanie replied, still very horny for Liv.
“TELL ME!” Liv shouted into the receiver.
“She’s in the room next door.” Stephanie revealed. “The keycard should be waiting outside of your room right about now. No need to rush though… She’s not going anywhere. You know Liv, I’ve been thinking that maybe I should go back on what I said ear-”
*BEEP*
Liv hung up the phone and rushed out into the hallway, not even bothering to close her robe. She bent over to retrieve the keycard. She shut the door behind her to go have a face to face with her girlfriend, leaving the women in her room to wonder where she was going. The keycard belonged to the room to the left of her. Liv slid it into the electronics device on the door and pushed it all the way open. The room was pitch black except for the light she’d let in and a TV sitting just a few feet away from where Shotzi was sitting. Liv scoff laughed when seeing the woman that she used to love was bound to a wheelchair. She’d obviously tried to wriggle herself free, she had rope burns along her exposed arms. Shotzi was totally naked with duct tape across her mouth. She turned her head towards Liv, revealing the word “worthless” across her covered mouth. Liv flicked on the lightswitch and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She walked until she stood between Shotzi and the television. Shotzi’s eyes were bloodshot red. Tears stained her cheeks but Liv knew that they were tears of rage, not sadness. This was evident from Shotzi’s blood red face. She glared at Liv’s half erect cock. It was dripping with her cum and the cum of the women she’d just watched her fuck.
“I hope you enjoyed the show.” Liv said callously. Shotzi looked away from her. “NO, YOU’RE GONNA FUCKING LOOK AT ME!” Liv screamed while jerking Shotzi’s head around by her chin. Shotzi couldn’t look Liv in the eyes, for no other reason than the soaking wet dick between her legs was too big of a distraction. Liv saw this and got an evil idea. “What? Is it too much for you to have to see my big cock right now, knowing that you will NEVER see it again? Well here Shotzi, have one final taste!” Liv growled before gripping her cock and rubbing it across Shotzi’s face. She did so until Shotzi’s face was covered in her juices along with everyone’s that she’d fucked. Shotzi whined into the duct tape that covered her mouth but her muffled cries didn’t stop Liv until she was good and done. “There ya go ‘babe’ I hope that’ll do you for the rest of your life. I hope you remember this moment, with those slut’s cum all over your face, that my dick will be in so many others and you’ll be helpless to stop me. We’re done, Shotzi.” Liv spoke with aggression and finality. Wrathful tears welled in Shotzi’s eyes. Liv cared little. She closed her robe before looking Shotzi over one final time. Liv felt a calmness as she proceeded towards the exit. She got the feeling that she hoped to have once ending the relationship, a feeling of peace. Liv opened the hotel room door, ready to take the first step into a life without Shotzi in it. Before she could, she felt the need to say one more thing. “By the way, I’m keeping the cheerleader. Julia always liked me more anyways. If it makes you feel any better, I’ll have Stephanie’s slut squad come untie you in the morning before checkout.”
Liv never turned back to speak to Shotzi. She kept her head forward, the direction of change. Once she was done, Shotzi watched the door shut behind her. Forever closing the door on her, and their relationship.Thank you for reading! Please leave a like if you enjoyed!
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Alexa Bliss hummed happily while sitting on the set of her next therapy session. While the set was staged, the therapy was very real. WWE higher ups figured that if they were going to pay to “fix” Alexa, they might as well get some ratings out of it. Alexa cared little for their motives, she found it fun, like playtime on the playground. But on this day she was a bit vexxed. Men in suits visited her upon her arrival to set and informed her that her previous therapist quit earlier in the morning. When hearing this, Alexa flew into an uproar that left a few people injured and some hospitalized. She’d since calmed down a bit after finding out that her new doctor was a woman. Alexa had always preferred women over men.
“So Alexa, are you ready to meet your new therapist?” A sweet voice spoke, breaking Alexa out of her usual trance-like state. The giant blonde buns atop Alexa’s head lifted as she looked up to speak to the female producer.
“Yes I am!” Alexa cheerfully replied with her typical childish demeanor.
“Wonderful…” The producer halfheartedly replied, preoccupied with texting on her phone. “Alright, I just gave the crew a heads up that you’re ready. This session will play out like usual. The camera’s will be on but no one will be on set but you and your new therapist, okay?”
“Okay!” The cheerful little doll replied.
“And another thing, we-”
“I SAID OKAY!” Alexa suddenly screamed before the producer could finish. She was beyond eager to meet her new doctor. With fear struck through her heart, the producer spoke hastily into her earpiece. She informed everyone to get off the set and requested that the doctor be sent in. Alexa maliciously waved as the woman walked briskly out of the studio.
The office set was made up like a real office, with a door and everything. One wouldn’t know once inside that if they walked out, they’d be walking into an empty studio set. The cameras were all strategically placed around the walls of the room, so that both Alexa and her doctor would never feel watched. All cameras were set to record, never live.
Clad in her black T-Shirt and overalls, Alexa skipped happily towards the makeshift office. She knocked on the door to be polite.
*Knock, Knock, Knock*
“Come in…” A sultry Australian voice called out from the otherside of the door. Alexa pushed the door open with the force of a child on Christmas, making it hit the wall. The blonde’s eyes grew wide, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Sitting in her former doctor’s chair was a woman like no other that she’d ever seen before. Her jaw fell open as her eyes helplessly trailed up and down her body. She wore a more than revealing black top that left her shoulders, midriff, and half of her chest exposed along with a tight black skirt. Her hair was a bright shade of red and her eyes were brilliant amber. The makeup that she wore was nothing less than flawless. The woman offered a soft smile while gesturing to Alexa’s seat. “Have a seat Alexa, I’ve been anxious to meet you all week.” She said ever so sweetly. Alexa walked in trying to think of words but only one came to mind, over and over again.
“Mommy.”
“Excuse me?” The Australian vixen responded.
“Sorry! Mommy… Sorry!” Alexa offered multiple apologies as her fragile mind forced her to say the same phrase on repeat.
“It’s umm… quite alright. Why don’t you have a seat.” The redhead offered once more. Alexa did so quickly, so quickly in fact that she only realized that her chair was now a chaise lounge. “I hope you’ll find this seat more comfortable. I watched a few clips from your old sessions and realized that you always looked so scrunched in that tiny little chair.”
“Well… How sweet of you.” Alexa replied.
“I’m Doctor Harley M.D., but you can just call me Harley.” The therapist introduced herself.
“It’s nice to milk you- meet… you…” Alexa corrected herself while trying to force her eyes away from the doctor’s gigantic breasts.
“You as well! So… Where shall we begin…” Harley’s voice trailed off as she referred to the open folder in her hands. Instead of looking through Alexa’s file, she followed the direction of a list she’d found online titled: “Therapy For Dummies.” She started with step one.
“So Alexa, tell me about yourself!” Harley said with all the confidence of a usual therapist. She was quite the actress.
“Don’t you already know everything doc? You’ve seen my tapes and files and… all that wonderful shit.”
“I don’t think we’re supposed to be umm… cursing.” Harley said to Alexa softly.
“Oh it’ll be fine! They have some great editors! Just look at what they did with all the old Chris Benoit footage!”
“OKAY!” Harley spoke loudly, trying to redirect the conversation before it got out of hand. “I would just rather hear about you from… well you!” Harley replied to the original line of discussion.
“Okay well… I’m Alexa. I like Disney… and black clothing… and long walks through graveyards… and demonic sacrifice… and-”
“What about your personality?” Harley cut her off in an attempt to keep the initial discussion lighthearted.
“I have a lot of personality!” Alexa responded happily.
“Go on.”
“Sometimes I’m really happy and I feel great, right?”
“Right…”
“But… that all seemed to stop after Lilly was brutally murdered at the hands of a fucking evil, twisted, ugly, smelly, fucked up, bitch named Charlotte Flair!”
As Alexa spoke, her tone grew more and more demented.
“So…” Harley’s voice trailed off as she referred once again to her guide. “So safe to say that Lilly is a bit of a sore spot?”
“A sore spot?” Alexa asked angrily. “How about you let me run you over with a semi truck and you tell me if it leaves a sore spot?” She continued, sounding even more demented than before. Alexa’s raging blue eyes held Harley’s gaze, filling her mind and heart with fright. Alexa’s demeanor abruptly changed. The former Goddess’ face broke into a frightening smile. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!” Alexa said as if it was just a silly mistake. The room grew quiet. Harley felt far too disturbed to speak. In the moment of silence, Alexa found herself uncontrollably glaring at Harley’s chest once again. It didn’t help matters that Harley’s massive mammaries were heaving up and down due to her fast paced breathing. Something like that wasn’t easy for Alexa’s low attention span to ignore, and what made matters worse was the fact that the filter between Alexa’s brain and mouth was paper thin. Just when Harley found the courage to continue, Alexa’s metaphorical filter broke.
“Alexa-”
“We need to address the fact that you have GIANT fucking titties. GIANT TITTIES! MASSIVE TITTIES! HUGE TITTIES! MILK FILLED FUCKING KNOCKERS! MOMMY MILKERS! MOMMY… MOMMY… MOMMY!!!” Alexa screamed breast reference after breast reference without a pause for as much as a breath.
“ALEXA!” Harley screamed.
“Yes?” Alexa responded, much more calmly.
“Are you done?” Harley asked.
“Done with what?” Alexa asked in return, as if nothing had ever happened.
“You just-... You-... Nevermind, it’s not even that important…” Harley said, giving up on the subject of Alexa’s outburst. She tossed Alexa’s folder with her guide sheet inside onto the table beside her. “Alright Alexa, let’s talk about Lilly a bit more.” She said, taking another, more personal approach.
“What about her?” Alexa asked defensively.
“I want to ask you a few questions about her, and I want you to answer as realistically as possible.”
“Okay… I guess.” The blonde replied nervously.
“Question one, why has Lilly been with you all this time?”
“To be my friend, silly!” Alexa replied in a much more relaxed tone.
“And what does ‘friend’ mean to you exactly?” Harley inquired.
“It means that she would NEVER abandon me!”
“But she has.”
“No! She was TAKEN from me!” Alexa countered with aggression. Her fists clenched while resting against her thighs.
“You’re right, she was taken from you. But what’s changed for you since she’s been gone?” Harley continued with her line of questioning.
“Everything!” Alexa shot back.
“Alexa, I asked you to be realistic.” The busty Aussie reminded her.
“You don’t understand! Without Lilly there’s no one here to protect me anymore!” Alexa revealed, giving as close to a realistic answer as she could. It didn’t take a therapist to see the writing on the wall about Alexa and Lilly’s relationship anymore with Alexa’s new comments.
“Do you know what that makes Lilly, Alexa? A defense mechanism.” Harley told her, hoping that her words would grip onto whatever bit of Alexa’s sanity remained. They didn’t.
“Defense mecha- whatever the fuck you called it! You’re full of lies, just like your tits are full of milk!” Alexa lashed out at the tanned therapist.
“Okay, so if she’s not, or wasn’t a defense mechanism then you should have no trouble at all telling me how Lilly helped you?”
“You’re damn fucking right that I can! Lilly used to… Umm… She-...” Alexa struggled to say.
“Having a little trouble?” Harley asked sarcastically and rather unprofessionally. “Alexa tell me, could Lilly help you do anything in life? Could she provide warmth? Love? Could she hold you when you were upset? Was she able to bring you any intimacy whatsoever?” Harley questioned her. Alexa seemed almost humanized in Harley’s eyes as she struggled to answer. She could see the rational in Alexa’s mind fighting with her insanity. It was written all over the petite blonde’s face.
“Warmth? Debatable.” Alexa began to reply. Already making Harley roll her amber eyes in frustration. “Love? I loved her, so I guess that was enough. Did Lilly ever hold me? In her own way she did.” Alexa continued, clearly choosing fantasy over the obvious. But Alexa’s response to the final topic caught Harley’s attention. “Intimacy? Like sex? Well I mean… I’m sure if I tried hard enough I could’ve… You know what, nevermind.”
“I didn’t necessarily mean se-”
“I haven’t even thought about sex in… a long… long time.” Alexa continued, shutting Harley up. “Lilly told me that sex was just another way for people to use me. I mean, I’ve obviously had sex before, I just… Lilly didn’t like it when I did.”
Harley listened to Alexa’s words intently. She was drawn in once again by the human elements that Alexa clearly still possessed.
“So no… Lilly couldn’t give me sex, or intimacy, or anything like that… I guess. She gave me other things, things that I needed so desperately at the time. So realistically or whatever… I miss-”
“Lilly?” Harley assumed. She just knew that the ugly doll’s name was going to be the next word out of Alexa’s mouth given everything thus far.
“Sex.” Alexa answered, leaving her therapist in shock.
*Oh my God! I did it! I fucking did it!* Harley thought to herself. She could barely contain her excitement. “Alexa you just had a breakthrough! A big fucking breakthrough!” Harley said aloud. She was patting herself on the back if anything, instead of congratulating Alexa. *This is going to do wonders for my career!* She thought.
“A big breakthrough? Hmm… I need something big alright.” Alexa said, looking right at what she was referring to. “Two big, succulent, milky things…”
Harley watched as Alexa’s face turned into a smile, but not the creepy yet delusional smile that she’d been sporting for the past year or more. Her smile was lustful, slutty even. The Aussie moved her arms inward, giving her the illusion that she was covering herself but all she was really doing was pushing her tits even closer together. Alexa stuck out her tongue and began licking her lips hungrily, like a lion about to pounce on its prey, and pounce she did.
Alexa dropped to the floor, directly onto her knees. With abnormal quickness, the sex deprived blonde was between Harley’s knees. She pushed them apart with a strength that Harley couldn’t have expected. Her thighs parted like the red sea, giving Alexa a clear view up her skirt and directly at her barely covered pussy.
“Pink lace…” Alexa said when seeing her thong. “My favorite!” She added, sounding just as hungry for Harley as she looked. The redheaded Aussie broke into a panic, she tried to push Alexa away by placing both palms against her pale face. Luckily she was able to after using every ounce of her strength.
“This is fucking over!” The Aussie cried. “I’m done! You really are fucking crazy!”
Harley’s words cut at Alexa’s fragile mind. Sending her into a violent rage.
“I’m not even a real fucking therapist!” Harley mumbled under her breath while collecting her things. She stopped mid movement when a lamp came hurdling over her shoulder and into the wall just in front of her. She turned around slowly, finding Alexa wielding a computer monitor. “ALEXA NO! PLEASE!” Harley screamed in terror. She shielded her face in fear.
“This is what happens when I try to be NORMAL! More rejection!” Alexa yelled before sending the computer flying into the office door, denting it. Harley lowered her arms, seeing Alexa drop to her knees on the floor. The broken woman began bawling, and calling for the only thing she could rely on. “LILLY!” Alexa screamed with tears running down her face. “LILLY!”
Harley’s work was falling apart before her very eyes. She glanced around the room, thinking of the cameras. She couldn’t see them but she knew they were recording every single moment. She had to act fast.
“Alexa, please calm down!” Harley pleaded with her.
“I’ll calm down… ONCE I HAVE LILLY BACK!” Alexa yelled. She let out a banshee’s shriek after speaking, making Harley’s ears ache. The far from blissful Alexa began throwing everything that she could get her hands on. Pens, a keyboard, and more office supplies. In the storm of flying objects and Alexa’s cries, Harley made a rash decision.
“YOU DON’T NEED LILLY BACK!” Harley howled, adding to the overwhelming sounds of madness. Alexa’s tantrum ceased for a moment. The look on the five foot woman’s face made Harley feel like she was daring her to say more. “What I mean is… You don’t need Lilly, you can have the thing that you really miss most.”
“Go on…” Alexa said after a long pause. Harley calmed herself and spoke more calmly, letting her inner seductress take over.
“You can have sex. You can have… me.” The Aussie said, offering herself up on a silver platter to the twisted woman. Alexa’s stare remained transfixed on the Australian. With trepidation in her heart, Harley approached Alexa. She placed her warm hands on each side of her pale face. Alexa closed her eyes and began breathing rapidly, enjoying the touch of another human being. “Do you like it when I touch you?” Harley asked seductively.
“Yes.” Alexa answered softly. Harley ran her hands up and down each side of Alexa’s head, giving her nothing but pure pleasure.
“I liked it when you touched me earlier.” Harley lied. “I was just worried about the cameras.”
Alexa’s eyes shot open, alarming Harley.
“I can fix that!” Alexa chimed. The tiny woman snapped her fingers. “They’re off now!” She informed the Aussie.
“Wait, what? How?” Harley asked.
“I’ve got the magic touch doc, you’ll be finding that out real soon…”
Harley gasped as Alexa whipped her around. The deceivingly powerful blonde shoved her onto the chaise sofa, right onto her back. Harley was panicking. If the cameras were off, how would anyone know what’d she done to fix Alexa? She didn’t mind having sex on camera for a whole team of production staff to see, she was a free spirit after all. It would obviously never make air, but it would prove that she was dedicated to the job she was given. It was far too late to back out of her decision. Purely because Harley feared what Alexa might do after being promised the thing that she desired most. Alexa mounted herself between Harley’s legs. Just like she had earlier, she forced the would-be therapist’s legs open. Without hesitation, she gripped Harley’s mound like she owned it.
“I’m gonna fuck this Aussie pussy like it’s never been fucked before!” Alexa said determinedly. The vulgar nature of Alexa’s words aroused Harley. That with the ironic setting made Harley feel like she was on a porn shoot. Alexa slipped her fingers underneath the thin material of Harley’s pink thong. The skin to skin contact made Harley’s pussy feel electrified. She looked up into the icy eyes of the psychotic patient, finding more sexual energy dripping from her gaze than what would soon be dripping from her own cunt. Alexa’s lip quivered when feeling the wet outer layer of Harley’s pussy. “It’s been… too long.” She whispered. Alexa then inserted her index and middle fingers into Harley’s wet hole with ease.
“Fu-hhh… Oh God…” The Aussie moaned breathily. Alexa went right to work, slipping her fingers in and out of Harley’s pussy at a quick speed. With her free left hand, Alexa explored the soft skin of Harley’s tits. Harley decided to play into Alexa’s obsession with her immaculate rack.
“What was that you called me earlier?” Harley asked, biting her lip at the same time. Alexa blushed.
“Mommy…” She replied shyly.
“Mmm… I like that. Maybe that’s all you needed Alexa, a mommy with big juicy tits…”
With each word out of her mouth Harley pulled her top down bit by bit, until both of her perfectly shaped pink nipples were exposed.
“M- M- M- Mommy!” Was all Alexa could stammer out. Like a woman possessed, Alexa latched onto Harley’s right tit as if she was late for a feeding. “Mmmphhrrmmm!” Alexa moaned around Harley’s nipple. That stimulation on top of Alexa finger fucking her was driving Harley wild. Her sexual desires were plaguing her decisons and Alexa’s mental state was going to pay the price.
“Suck mommy’s tits baby. They’re all yours!”
Alexa sucked harder. Harley placed a hand on the back of Alexa’s head, keeping her firmly held to her massive mound. She could hear Alexa chanting the word “mommy” as she sucked. Harley loved every bit of the faux-incestual fantasy, as if the therapist-patient dynamic wasn’t enough. She loved the taboo nature of the affair so much that she was on the verge of cumming. Despite her loose grip on sanity, Alexa could tell. She could remember at the very least how a woman’s body reacted to an orgasm. She shoved her fingers in harder upon each penetration, making Harley howl with satisfaction. She pulled Alexa in tighter to her tit as she began squirting all over the WWE superstar’s hand. Alexa felt each warm burst of cum against her skin, she was overly pleased. Harley released the deathgrip that she had on the back of Alexa’s head, allowing the blonde to pull away but she didn't. Alexa kept sucking.
“That’s enough for now baby, you can have some more soon.” Harley said, putting a stop to it. Alexa sat back, wiping her lips with her cum soaked hand. Her eyes remained transfixed on Harley’s tits. “Still hungry baby? Mommy can fill that appetite.”
Alexa’s eyes lit up with anticipation and her slutty smile returned.
“Let’s get you undressed!” Harley said. She helped the horny psychopath remove her overalls. She undid both buttons that held them up before letting them fall to the floor. All Alexa wore underneath was her black t-shirt. Harley noticed that Alexa’s pussy was perfectly shaven just like her own. She wouldn’t have predicted that a lunatic mourning the loss of her doll would make time for such things. The childish blonde lifted her arms above her head, letting Harley pull her shirt up. Underneath the shirt, Alexa had on a black push up bra that held her perky silicone tits up to perfection. Harley was baffled. She’d seen Alexa post a few bikini photos on social media in her more normal days, but her tits were something to behold in person. “You’re a perky little thing, aren’t ya?” The Aussie asked teasingly.
“I can make them bigger!” Alexa offered, which baffled Harley even more.
“Uhh… What?” Harley questioned her but much like with the cameras that may or may not have been turned off, she chose not to dig any deeper. Alexa was behaving somewhat normally and Harley needed it to stick. “I might get jealous if they were any bigger.” Harley said to distract her. “After all, I’m supposed to be the one with big mommy tits.” She continued. Alexa grinned.
“You’re right mommy!” Alexa said while undoing the bra clasp that rested against her spine. “Maybe mine can be as big as yours some day…” Alexa teased while letting her bra drop to the floor below. Alexa’s pale tits barely moved an inch without the bra. They were perky enough on their own. Alexa then pulled her blonde hair free of the ties that held it into two messy buns on her head. Harley much preferred her with her hair down. She laid Alexa down on the sofa but the eager woman flopped over onto her stomach. Harley’s eyes widened when seeing Alexa’ world famous ass bouncing just a few feet away from her face. “You’re not afraid of a little butt stuff are ya doc?” Alexa asked with a smirk.
“Never!” Harley replied. “But I don’t have any-”
“Toys?” Alexa completed her sentence.
“Uhh, yes.”
“No need doc, I just want you to spank me!” Alexa replied like the little masochist that she was. Harley wasn’t particularly a woman that liked to deliver pain but desperate times called for desperate measures. She played along.
“Is that what my precious Alexa needs?” Harley asked. She began to rub Alexa’s pillowy ass in small circles. “A spanking from mommy?”
“Mmm, yes mommy! Alexa has been such a naughty girl over the past few years!” Alexa chimed back in the third person.
“Ooo! Then mommy’s gonna have to spank you extra hard!”
The Aussie then delivered a firm smack to Alexa’s right buttock, making it wobble wildly.
“I deserve it mommy!” Alexa cried out.
A loud smacking sound reverberated through the tiny office once Harley spanked Alexa again, this time with more power behind her strike. The fiendish Alexa begged for more punishment and Harley gave it to her. Each brutal slap to her ass made Alexa wetter than she already was. By the time that Harley decided that enough was enough, Alexa’s pale ass cheeks were marred with red. Harley flipped Alexa over. The blonde was wearing a passionate smile.
“I like the way you hit me mommy.” Alexa commented on her satisfactory spanking.
“Then you’re gonna love this.” Harley responded before dipping her tongue between Alexa’s breasts. The big titted Aussie licked a trail all the way down to Alexa’s mound. Alexa peeked over her own tits to watch. The two women’s eyes remained on the other as Harley teased her tongue against Alexa’s clit for the first time. Alexa let out a cry that most women only would during an orgasm. But Alexa’s mind was unhinged and free of any and all social pressures. Alexa enjoyed having her womanhood pleased and she was going to shout it to the heavens. Harley’s long arms slid up Alexa’s body like vines until she was cupping each of her patient’s breasts in her warm hands. Alexa closed her eyes and reveled in every moment of ecstasy. Harley’s licking turned into stroking. She stroked Alexa’s clit with her talented tongue as if it were a third hand. She worked her way down to Alexa’s hole that gushed with wetness. As if it were the sweetest treat of all, Harley slipped her tongue inside. She gladly sucked Alexa’s juices into her mouth, she tasted divine. Alexa meanwhile ran her tiny fingers through Harley's flaming red hair out of instinct. She’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be pleased at the hand, or tongue of another. The alleged therapist pulled on Alexa’s erect nipples, making her yelp. She then squeezed each of her soft mounds repeatedly just because she loved the way that they felt. Alexa whined when feeling one of Harley’s arms retract, but the disappointment was going to be a passing thought. Harley used her digits to penetrate both Alexa’s pussy and her asshole. Alexa shrieked and began panting. Harley wasn’t sure whether to be proud of herself or to be concerned. Alexa sat up on her elbows with her eyes pinned open. Her breathing became increasingly rapid. Choosing to believe it was a good thing rather than a panic attack, Harley penetrated Alexa again and again while sucking on her clit with all the force that Alexa had previously sucked her nipple with. Alexa’s bottom lip shook like a building atop an earthquake but she finally belted out a phrase.
“GIVE IT TO MY ASS MOMMY! FINGER FUCK MY ASS!”
Harley did just that. She replaced her pinky in Alexa’s ass with both her index and middle finger.
“FUCK! I missed getting my fucking ass fucked!” Alexa squealed out. Harley could tell that she’d reminded Alexa of the finer things in normal life, like anal sex. Alexa laid down, her body began to convulse, she was beyond close to her therapeutic climax.
“Cum for me Alexa!” Harley coached her. Show that fucking Lilly what a real woman can do for you! Come on baby, come on!”
Alexa’s screams were near deafening, but Harley wasn’t going to falter. She was going to see it through to the wet and bitter end. In the blink of an eye, Harley found herself eye level with a wave of cum the amount of which she’d never seen before. The powerful burst of liquid crashed into her skin, covering it. She opened her wet eyelids only to see another burst of cum coming directly for her face. Harley closed her eyelids tightly, taking every wave of cum that Alexa could produce. By the time that the five foot fiend was done cumming, everything above Harley’s neck looked like it’d been dunked into a pool. The rest of her body wasn’t exactly dry either. Both of her tits were plastered with the translucent liquid as well. Harley struggled to see through the streams of cum that poured down her face. What she managed to make out was Alexa, smiling creepily just inches away from her face. Harley climbed off of the couch and onto her feet. She nearly doubled over in her shiny black heels but managed to maintain her balance. She felt around for something, anything to dry herself with. She found her folder and grabbed some paperwork from inside Harley rubbed the slick material against her face, getting at least enough cum off the be able to see. She opened her eyes to find Alexa sitting nude on the floor, clutching a piece of paper. Harley’s eyes widened with fear when she realized what it was.
“Alexa… I- I can explain.”
“Therapy for dummies… Well that’s the truth if I ever heard it.” Alexa said, unbothered.
“What do you mean?” Harley asked shakily. She feared Alexa’s reaction.
“What I mean is, therapy really is for dummies! So you’re not a real therapist, who gives a fuck? You’ve done more for me in one day than any fucking shrink ever has!” Alexa complimented her.
“Well… Thank you Alexa. I’m glad I could help. I didn’t want to deceive you, WWE promised me a spot on the roster if I pretended to be a M.D. and I desperately wanted to work here.” Harley explained but Alexa cared little for the reasons why.
“I never needed a therapist anyway, you taught me that.” Alexa continued as if Harley hadn’t said a word.
“Alexa, that’s a dangerous mindset. If you never needed a therapist then what could you have needed all this time?” Harley inquired. Alexa stepped closer to the Aussie, flashing her creepy smile at her.
“A mommy!” Alexa revealed with elation. Harley’s heart sank.
“No, no, no. Alexa, that was just… roleplay, sexy talk, ya know?”
“I don’t follow.”
“I was just trying to-”
“Shh….” Alexa interrupted Harley, putting a finger to her lips to boot.
“Enough talking mommy, our session is over… And it’s time for my four o’clock feeding!” Alexa exclaimed. She reached for Harley’s exposed tits but the Aussie stepped back.
“No! This isn’t how things were supposed to go! I thought I helped you!”
“You have! You gave me the mommy that I always wanted, no, the mommy that I always needed!” Alexa replied determinedly. Her mind was set, Harley was the answer to all of her problems. “Now come here mommy… Before I have to act out, and people get HURT when I act out.” The still very disturbed Alexa threatened. With fear striking through her heart, Harley yanked her bag up and ran out of the fake office. Once in the studio she peered over her shoulder but didn’t see Alexa.
“Oh thank God, I can’t run in these fucking heels.” Harley said, relieved. As soon as she thought she was safe, lights all over the studio began flickering madly. Alexa’s voice came from every direction.
“Come back mommy… I’ll be a good girl. You can spank me again! Hahahaha! I need those milk jugs mommy, they really hit the spot! Hahahahahaha!” Alexa’s psychotic ramblings made it sound like she was everywhere. Harley kicked off her heels and sprinted for the exit. She heard Alexa’s voice call out one final time. “YOU’RE MINE MOMMY! MINE!”
Harley’s feet ran across the hot pavement. The unforgiving Florida sun made her feel safer than being inside the dark studio. She reached her car and jumped inside. Once her keys were in the ignition, the Aussie let out a sigh of relief. What started out as a scheme to secure her dream job, had turned into a hellacious nightmare. The nightmare was over now though, Harley was secure inside of her locked SUV. She exhaled a deep breath and dropped her head down. She found that her tits were still hanging out of her top. She couldn’t help but laugh at her disheveled state. Afterwards she began to put them away when a voice rang out from the backseat.
“You can run mommy, but those titties can’t hide!”Thank you for reading! Please leave a like if you enjoyed! Also, please let me know if you'd like to see some more from these two. I had a lot of fun writing this one.
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