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Tags: Spanking, Oral, Toys, Squirting, Degradation
It was a warm April night in Orlando Florida. Mickie James was used to hot weather, but at this point in time, it was no concern. TNA Wrestling had provided her a giant hotel suite, with all of the amenities a simple southern girl could want. Including ice cold air conditioning. Mickie had just arrived back at her suite after a hefty shopping spree, afforded by her more than generous TNA salary. As she sat down her bags, she found her Knockouts championship sitting where she had left it in the center of her bed. She grinned at it, feeling proud to be the only woman to hold a women’s title in both WWE and TNA. After a long day, Mickie wanted to relax around her hotel room naked. Who was going to stop her? The large uncovered windows and glass door that led to the balcony may have faced another hotel, but she didn’t care if onlookers saw her naked. Mickie entered her extravagant bathroom and began to disrobe. After stepping out of everything including her underwear, she stared at herself longingly in the mirror. She admired her firm round breasts. They may have been fake. But she knew they looked massive and real. She tweaked her hard nipples as she followed her flat stomach down to her phat pussy. She couldn’t help but squeeze her soft pussy mound.
“Damn I’m hot.” She said to herself. She turned slightly to get a glimpse of her ridiculously large ass. She gave it a soft smack before leaving the bathroom to take a seat in the living room like area. She winced slightly as her ass made contact with the cold leather. She put her feet up, leaving her legs completely spread open. Feeling no need to be ladylike in the comfort of her own room. She switched on the massive flat screen TV and began flipping through the guide. Mickie happened to come across the free porn channels. She had already been turned on from looking at her own voluptuous body, why not enjoy it even more? Mickie selected the first video that seemed appealing and lowered the volume. A thick caucasian woman getting completely decimated by another woman with a giant strap on. Mickie was usually into men more than women, but these women made her feel just the opposite.
Just as Mickie reached down for her wet pussy, a sudden knock at the door startled her.
“You have got to be kidding.” She breathed out in aggravation. Mickie returned to the bathroom, grabbing a silk blue robe from behind the door. She tied it at her waist, which still left the majority of her bust on display. “Who is it?” She asked as she approached the door. After an abnormal delay, a voice responded.
“Room… Service.” The voice sounded unsure and somewhat familiar. Mickie paused momentarily with her hands on her wide hips. She decided to check the peephole. When doing so, she saw no one. Frustrated, she flung the door open, intending to find out just who was interrupting her “Mickie Time.” As the door swung open, a familiar face stepped into the door frame.
“Hello Mickie… Well, don’t you look… comfortable.” Christy Hemme, TNA’s ring announcer said to Mickie with an obvious attitude. Christy wasn’t dressed in her newer style. She was dressed more akin to how Mickie had always perceived her. A grungy, low rent, whore. She wore a ripped red top that showed off her black bra and bimbo sized breasts. Along with the shortest skirt that Mickie had seen in a long time, that matched her top. And ironically wore shiny black heels as well.
“Christy? What do you want? I’m kinda… in the middle of something.” She glanced over at the television, seeing her porno still playing. Christy rolled her eyes.
“What? You in there blowing Dixie Carter’s dad?” Christy asked, sounding clearly displeased with Mickie. Mickie, with her quick temper, took offense.
“Umm. Excuse me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Mickie asked while crossing her arms. Christy completely ignored Mickie’s question and shoulder bumped her as she entered the suite.
“So this is what TNA’s money can buy these days, huh?” Christy said as she looked around. Luckily for Mickie, not looking toward the TV.
“I don’t remember inviting you in.” Mickie stated, getting more aggravated with the ditzy redhead. “What is this little visit about Christy?” Mickie asked in her southern accent. She wanted answers and to also keep Christy’s focus away from her TV. Christy finally turned to face her.
“I heard a little rumor that YOU, of all people. Are now the highest paid woman in TNA. Which is fucking mind boggling. I almost didn’t believe it. But now that I see this fancy little hotel room and all those bags over there by the bed… I’m starting to believe it.” Christy stated bluntly. Mickie’s eyes widened.
“That’s what you’re bothering me about? MY money? Why would that even matter to you?” Mickie asked in response. Christy approached Mickie, getting chest to chest with her.
“Why does it matter? Your country bumpkin ass followed me down here and now you’re gonna take MY spot as the highest paid woman in TNA? I think the fuck not.” The two were eye to eye, as Christy was only an inch taller than Mickie.
“I highly suggest you get the hell out of my face, and my room. Before I toss you off the Goddamn balcony.” Mickie replied as she pushed Christy away. Before Christy could react, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the lesbian porn playing on the television. Christy began snickering.
“Oh my God… Mickie fucking James is in here watching porn! Fucking lesbian porn!” Christy said loudly. Mickie, feeling embarrassed, quickly shut the door before someone could hear Christy. “This is fucking hilarious! Who would’ve thought that your whole Trish storyline was for real?!” Christy asked sarcastically while laughing at Mickie. Mickie’s blood was beginning to boil. Who was this stupid whore to say any of the things she was saying to her? Mickie contemplated just how to teach Christy some respect. As she prepared to snatch Christy by her fiery hair she had a sudden epiphany. As Christy watched the women on the screen ravage each other with a look of disgust, a crooked smile crossed Mickie’s face.
“Yeah… You’re right Christy. There’s just… Something about women that… Gets me soo wet…” Mickie said with an obvious sexual tint to her voice. As Christy turned to face her, she noticed that one of Mickie’s nipples was peeking out of her robe. “Oh… I’m sorry. They’re just… So big that I guess they have a mind of their own.” Mickie said. Knowing she had exposed herself purposefully. Christy had an obvious look of discomfort. Mickie’s plan was working. She was going to scare Christy into leaving her alone. “You know what I mean. After all… look at these giant things.” Mickie said as she began fondling Christy’s tits.
“Whoa, Whoa, Whoa! Get off me!” Christy screeched while slapping Mickie’s hands away. “This body was made for cocks! You’re fucking gross!” Christy added. Mickie couldn’t help but smile.
“Hmm… I dunno honey. I could make that little fire crotch of yours explode.” Mickie retorted. She quickly reached underneath the red head’s short skirt, grabbing a firm hold of her pussy through her lace thong. Christy yelped in protest, nearly jumping out of her own skin. True to the gimmick Christy accused her of living, Mickie formed a V with the same hand and licked her fingers. “Mmm you even taste like a slut.” Christy watched on with a look of utter shock.
“I’m getting the fuck away from you, you fucking… UGH!” Christy grunted as she couldn’t come up with an insult quick enough. The scantily clad slut stomped towards the door, fed up with the treatment she was receiving. Mickie fought to hold back laughter, before she decided she might as well put the icing on this figurative cake.
“Well here’s something to remember me by!” Mickie exclaimed as she dropped her robe to reveal her body to Christy. Christy turned to look without thinking, finding Mickie to now be nude before her very eyes. Mickie watched with glee as Christy’s eyes widened in shock. She waited for the woman to flee the room even faster. But oddly, Christy wasn’t leaving. Mickie noticed that Christy’s grip on the door handle was softening until she no longer had it in her hand. Mickie’s enjoyment of the situation began to fade as Christy began shyly approaching her.
“Umm… Wow…” Christy said softly as she took in a closer view of Mickie’s perfect body. Mickie’s eyes widened as Christy placed her soft hands on her hips.
“W- What are you doing?” Mickie asked, totally confused.
“You’re so silly…” Christy replied. Thinking Mickie was suddenly playing hard to get. In her vapid and slutty mind, she was giving Mickie what she wanted. “You know… I can’t deny… Seeing those girls you were watching… Made me a lil wet…” Christy admitted. A lightbulb suddenly went off in Mickie’s brain. Her plan had completely flipped on its head. Her body had evidently had the same effect on Christy that it had had on herself.
Christy began planting soft kisses on Mickie’s neck. Mickie’s eyes darted around the room as she wrapped her mind around this situation she’d gotten herself into. Suddenly, the hyper little red head pulled away from Mickie.
“I’m so sorry for how I acted earlier… I’m always such a naughty girl... I bet you wanna punish me. Don’t you?” Christy started to get overly giddy. “You can punish me!” Christy sprang herself onto the giant bed. Arching her ass into the air as she positioned herself on all fours. “Don’t you wanna spank me Mickie…?” Christy asked like a complete whore. She bit her lip and pulled her skirt up, exposing her jiggly ass cheeks to Mickie. Her thong buried deep between them. Christy came across to Mickie as the submissive whore that she’d always been rumored to be. Mickie was taken aback by this sudden shift in her fortune. She couldn’t deny that having an annoying little brat like Christy begging for punishment for her behavior was extremely gratifying in a way.
“Hmm… So you’re sorry huh?” Christy nods while rubbing her ass, awaiting Mickie’s punishment.
“Punish me mommy. I’ve been bad…” Christy begged. Mickie approached her. She almost felt bad for Christy.
“Look at you, look how you dress and act. You like having the world know that you’re a whore. Don’t you?” Mickie asked rather dominantly. Christy nodded in total agreement while biting her lip. “Hm. That’s what I thought.” Mickie brought her hand down across Christy’s plump ass with enough force to make her own tits bounce.
“OH YEAH!” Christy screamed aggressively. She began wiggling her ass faster, wanting more.
Mickie gladly obliged, and began spanking the former knockout, releasing all of the pent up aggression she felt towards her.
“You thought you could storm into MY room and tell me off?” Mickie slapped Christy’s now bright red ass cheek once more. She grabbed Christy by her red hair. “I’m Mickie James. Bitch.”
“Oh fuck… Yes you are!” Christy moaned. Mickie climbed onto the bed.
“This stupid skirt is so short that I could see your phat pussy the second you walked in my door.” Mickie told her whilst yanking the skirt down Christy’s big thighs. Much to Christy’s delight. Moments later Mickie was tearing off Christy’s thong. Exposing both of her holes.
Christy rolled onto her back.
“Time to keep your promise…” She breathed out while spreading her legs, like the whore she was. Mickie’s eyes trailed down to a single strip of red hair that led to Christy’s cunt.
“It takes a real whore to dye her pussy to match her hair.” MIckie told Christy bluntly. Christy shrugged.
“But it still tastes delicious.” She said slyly.
“I’ll be the judge of that. You just lay there and enjoy. Like the brainless slut you are.” Mickie responded. Christy’s face lit up with excitement.
Mickie maintained eye contact with Christy as she lowered her head between her thighs. Christy felt Mickie’s warm tongue engulf her clit masterfully.
“OooooOOoooo.” Christy moaned. Mickie began using her tongue to toy with the most sensitive area of Christy’s body. Christy entangled her hands in the sheets and began moaning loudly. Mickie wouldn’t be surprised if other guests would call down to the desk to complain. Mickie used her hand to spread Christy’s pussy wide open. Allowing easy access for her tongue. She slid her tongue inside, getting surprised by just how wet she was. Christy gasped before her body began convulsing. “Do- D- Dooo- Don’t.. StooOOop!” Christy’s voice sounded like she had a vibrator lodged in her throat. Mickie didn’t intend to, she could already tell that the sensitive slut was close to climaxing. Christy was wild. She tossed her head from side to side like she was headbanging at a metal show. The perky redhead ran her hands over her tits through her shirt. Tired of having it in the way she tore her shirt from her body and unclasped her bra. Setting her tanned melons free. Like some kind of pornstar, she began rolling her hips to match the pace of Mickie’s tongue, while she pinched her own nipples to further enhance her pleasure.
Mickie locked her arms around Christy’s thighs, pulling her face deeper into her soaked cunt. Christy could hear Mickie audibly enjoying her pussy. Mickie moaned and slurped her pussy like it was the last meal she’d ever eat. Christy squeezed her breasts as she began to climax. Her pussy clamped down on Mickie’s tongue like a vice grip.
“Fuh- Fuh- Fuh- FUCK!” Christy shrieked as she threw her body backwards. Her back arched into a perfect half circle. Mickie didn’t have time to react. With a look to the left she saw her TNA Knockouts title.
*Hmm…* She thought to herself. With little time to react Mickie pulled her tongue from Christy’s hole. She grabbed the title as quickly as she could and held it underneath Christy’s opening. Christy yelped loudly as her cunt exploded, just as Mickie had promised it would. Little did she know that she was squirting all over Mickie’s championship. Mickie licked her lips as Christy completely soaked the golden title plate. Christy’s cum slowly stopped flowing. Mickie looked at her face, which was totally soaked with sweat. Her hair was a complete mess. She looked as though she’d just been railed by the entire TNA locker room.
“Mmm… You kept your promise.” Christy breathed out as she sat up. She saw the title. “Holy shit! Did I do that?!” She asked. Almost impressed with herself.
“Yes you did. You little slut. Now you get to clean it off.” Mickie placed the strap across her thighs while she sat on her knees. Christy grinned. And resumed her position on all fours. She crawled toward the shiny title. While maintaining perfect eye contact with Mickie, she began licking her own cum off of the gold plate.
“Mmmm.” She moaned, happy with the taste of her own liquids.
“That’s a good girl.” Mickie encouraged as she petted Christy’s head like she would one of her dogs. In no time Christy had the title looking practically brand new. She looked at Mickie with eager eyes.
“What can I do for you? I’m sure you’ll love my… talents.” Christy said braggadociously. Mickie smirked.
“Well judging by how you look… I think your talents are more suited for something like…” Mickie leaned over and began rifling through one of her many bags from her shopping spree. “THIS!”
Mickie sat up, wielding a massive blue and pink dildo complete with a giant set of silicone testicles. “I’m curious to see if you can suck a cock better than I can. After all… You said your body was made for cocks.” Mickie sat back on the bed spreading her legs in front of Christy. Christy gripped the dildo eagerly. She placed it down on the bed, just inches away from Mickie’s pussy.
“Just sit back and enjoy the show, mommy.” Christy said confidently. With no hesitation, Christy engulfed the entire 11 inch dildo down her throat, resting her lips against the base. Mickie was slightly surprised, but not too surprised. She was Christy Hemme after all.
Christy was certainly putting on a show. She began bobbing her head like a madwoman. In no time the entire toy was coated in a thick layer of her saliva. Mickie was enjoying the live show. She began rubbing her clit slowly in front of Christy.
“GLLK, GLRK, GLUG.” Christy was doing such a good job, Mickie almost expected the dildo to cum. Without realizing it, Mickie had begun rubbing her clit faster and faster. Soft moans began to escape her throat. Christy caught sight of this. She lifted her head, leaving a thick string of saliva trailing from the head of the dildo to her lips. “I think I can help you with that.” Christy leaned closer bringing the slippery head of the dildo and resting it against the lips of Mickie’s pussy. Mickie gave her a subtle nod. Christy carefully inserted the thick silicone rod into Mickie’s tight pussy.
“I’m not fragile sweetie. I can take a big dick.” Mickie told her. Christy’s expression turned sinister.
“Let’s test that theory!” Christy placed her palm on the base of the dildo and shoved it deep into Mickie’s cunt. Mickie’s body jolted. She grabbed a tight hold of Christy’s wrist.
“Yes… more.” She moaned. Christy grabbed the faux cock and began pumping it in and out of Mickie’s wetness. Christy fucked her with such force that Mickie’s heavy tits bounced in circles.
“I have an idea!” Christy announced. “Get on your hands and knees.” She told Mickie. The southern woman obliged. In just a few moments, Christy was positioned underneath her pussy. “With an ass like that, I’m sure a cock wouldn’t be out of place inside of it!” Mickie hesitated, but she did love getting her ass fucked. Christy lined the multicolored toy up with Mickie’s tight asshole. Her saliva along with Mickie’s juices would be more than enough lubricant. “This is gonna be fun!” Christy said excitedly. With no warning she jammed the cock deep into Mickie’s ass. She could hear Mickie gasping for air.
“Mmm… Fuck!” Mickie began throwing her ass back onto it while Christy held it in place. Christy stared up at Mickie’s dripping phat cunt. She licked her lips before lifting her head up to insert her tongue into Mickie’s only unfilled hole. “OH GOD!” Mickie yelped before burying her face into a pillow. Christy twisted the dildo from side to side with her wrist while she ate out the multiple time women’s champion.
“Your pussy...… Tastes…...SOOO… GOOD!” Christy complemented in between licks. Mickie was too lost in her own personal heaven to hear her. Mickie’s ass moved like the ocean as she matched Christy’s motions. She had no idea such a dumb bimbo could multitask like this. The cotton pillow was no longer enough to muffle Mickie’s wails. She bit down on the cotton material and reached behind herself to spread her ass wide open for Christy. Christy hungrily lapped up the walls up Mickie’s pussy, gulping down her juices as she did. Mickie couldn’t take much more of this lustful assault.
“I’m gonna cum! Christy I’m gonna fucking cum!” Mickie screamed.
“Oh yeah! Squirt on my face mommy! Cover me! PLEASE!” Christy begged. Mickie’s lower half felt numb momentarily before a rush or orgasmic pleasure swept through her entire being, culminating in a wave of cum bursting from her pussy. Christy welcomed the juices that flowed down onto her face and hair. As an extra measure she lodged the dildo deep into Mickie’s ass, prolonging her pleasure.
“GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!” Mickie screamed. Her filthy mouth, matching the filthy acts the two had committed on one another. Christy did the best that she could to catch as much of Mickie’s cum in her mouth that she could. But most of it stained her face. Mickie collapsed forwards onto the bed. Allowing Christy some room to climb from underneath her.
Christy, still somehow full of energy sprang up to her feet. She laughed wickedly, knowing that she must look messy. Which she loved. She ran to the bathroom looking into the mirror. In her mind she looked perfect this way, a cum covered mess. Mickie tiredly sat up. She watched the energetic redhead prance around the bathroom gleefully. Mickie had enjoyed herself. But it was time to get Christy on her way. After all, Christy was not the kind of girl that you’d let spend the night. Mickie grabbed her robe and wrapped it around herself once more. She approached the bathroom with Christy’s clothes in hand. She tossed them onto the floor, getting her attention.
“... Huh? Are we going somewhere?” She asked ignorantly.
“You are.” Mickie replied unapologetically.
“But I thought… I could wake you up in the morning to some more of my talented tongue!” Christy made sure to accentuate the L in “talented.” Mickie shook her head.
“That would be nice but… I have an early flight back to Virginia… in the morning… sooo.” Mickie was lying through her teeth. She had had her fun. Now she wanted the whore out.
“Oh… Okay…” With the face of a sad puppy Christy redressed herself. Mickie walked her to the door, saying nothing. Christy lingered in the doorway. “So I guess I’ll see you at work?” Christy asked hopefully.
“Yes. You will… Oh and one more thing… If you ever cross me again… I’ll hit you with the car that TNA bought for me.” Mickie slammed the door. Giving Christy no time to respond. She dropped her robe once more and returned to the couch, where she was going to finish her “Mickie Time” with no interruptions.. -
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A personal favorite of mine. We need more Christy fics. . -
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Thank you, one of my favorite stories of yours. Love seeing a dominate Mickie! . -
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Awesome work .
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