Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Cape Town Hottie by Dice & Kristi
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Yours First Mine Now by Dice & Kristi
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WrestleMania AXXXess 2K16 by Dice & Kristi
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Tuesday, June 20, 2017
Locker Room Punishment by Anonymous
Fandango’ masculine moans were music to Tyler Breeze’s ears as he bobbed his head in the man’s lap, his thick, hard shaft sliding between his lips. His own erection was woefully neglected at the moment, but Tyler was enjoying himself nonetheless as he pulled away to lap shamelessly at Fandango’s slippery cock before sinking back down onto it. He let out little moans here and there around the cock in his mouth between his audible slurps, relishing in the scent of the man’s musk and the taste of his member.
It was a familiar experience for Tyler Breeze. After all, the superstars had needs just like anyone else, but they had significantly less opportunity to find any relief due to their busy schedules. Luckily for them, or at least the ones on SmackDown, the pretty half of Breezango was more than happy to take care of them. A happy wrestler was an efficient wrestler, after all.
Above him, Tyler could hear his companion’s pants increasing in volume, and the man placed a hand on the back of his head, urging him on. Taking the obvious hint, Tyler increased his pace, skillfully taking the shaft all the way down into his throat with a lewd schlurp, each bob of his head ending with his nose pressed firmly into the saliva-slick tuft of hair just above the throbbing organ in his maw.
Tyler’s mental grin only grew as he began to pull away every few bobs, giving the shaft long, eager licks on the way back up before planting a soft kiss upon the tip. Fandango snorted and started bucking his hips harder in response. Knowing that that meant, the fashion police officer grinned as he pulled back and started sucking on the head, eager to taste the man’s warm, sticky seed.
And, of course, that was when the locker room doors slammed opened and another man marched in, looking impatient and displeased. “Tyler Breeze! Fandango, where the he—” John Cena’s authoritative command died in his throat as his eyes found the model kneeling between the other man’s legs by the bench across the room, both of the men staring at him in alarm.
The blonde male model, who had been eagerly servicing his fellow superstar, quickly scrambled away, a heavy blush on his face as he awkwardly stood. After a moment, Fandango stood beside him.
John Cena sputtered for several moments, staring anywhere but at the two as they stood before him, flustered. He finally shook his head and focused his thoughts, raising a hand to block his view of the pair’s junk. “This is why you missed training?!” he snarled. “Because you two wanted to screw?”
Breeze considered pointing out that sex was actually pretty good cardio, but wisely decided that he rather liked being alive.
John glowered at the two, his teeth grinding together. There was a prominent vein throbbing at his temple and his face was slowly turning red with anger. The pressure quickly grew to be far too much for Fandango, who threw his hands into the air and cried out, “It was his idea!”
He immediately regretted his outburst when John focused on him and marched over to stand in front of him. “So you’re telling me...” the champ leaned in close, staring down the nervous guard, “that in this act of consensual sex, you had no involvement whatsoever?”
“I, uh...” Fandango swallowed audibly, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek. He licked his lips, taking in a shaky breath. “I didn’t say that, I just... He, erm, he—”
“Sorry, John,” Tyler interrupted the stuttering man with a little shrug, wiping his mouth clean of stray saliva. “The poor guy was all by himself in the shower, pretty much just as hard as he is now, and clearly needed some help getting off.” He donned an innocent expression, pressing his hand to his chest and speaking of himself as though he were some sort of saint. “So I, being the generous guy that I am, offered to assist my tag team partner. I was simply alleviating his tension.”
John’s piercing gaze snapped back to Tyler. “Alleviating…?” His face contorted in a snarl. “You’ve got a lot of nerve!” he shouted. “This isn’t even the first time! You have been caught fraternizing no less than three times in the past month! Three!”
It was a familiar experience for Tyler Breeze. After all, the superstars had needs just like anyone else, but they had significantly less opportunity to find any relief due to their busy schedules. Luckily for them, or at least the ones on SmackDown, the pretty half of Breezango was more than happy to take care of them. A happy wrestler was an efficient wrestler, after all.
Above him, Tyler could hear his companion’s pants increasing in volume, and the man placed a hand on the back of his head, urging him on. Taking the obvious hint, Tyler increased his pace, skillfully taking the shaft all the way down into his throat with a lewd schlurp, each bob of his head ending with his nose pressed firmly into the saliva-slick tuft of hair just above the throbbing organ in his maw.
Tyler’s mental grin only grew as he began to pull away every few bobs, giving the shaft long, eager licks on the way back up before planting a soft kiss upon the tip. Fandango snorted and started bucking his hips harder in response. Knowing that that meant, the fashion police officer grinned as he pulled back and started sucking on the head, eager to taste the man’s warm, sticky seed.
And, of course, that was when the locker room doors slammed opened and another man marched in, looking impatient and displeased. “Tyler Breeze! Fandango, where the he—” John Cena’s authoritative command died in his throat as his eyes found the model kneeling between the other man’s legs by the bench across the room, both of the men staring at him in alarm.
The blonde male model, who had been eagerly servicing his fellow superstar, quickly scrambled away, a heavy blush on his face as he awkwardly stood. After a moment, Fandango stood beside him.
John Cena sputtered for several moments, staring anywhere but at the two as they stood before him, flustered. He finally shook his head and focused his thoughts, raising a hand to block his view of the pair’s junk. “This is why you missed training?!” he snarled. “Because you two wanted to screw?”
Breeze considered pointing out that sex was actually pretty good cardio, but wisely decided that he rather liked being alive.
John glowered at the two, his teeth grinding together. There was a prominent vein throbbing at his temple and his face was slowly turning red with anger. The pressure quickly grew to be far too much for Fandango, who threw his hands into the air and cried out, “It was his idea!”
He immediately regretted his outburst when John focused on him and marched over to stand in front of him. “So you’re telling me...” the champ leaned in close, staring down the nervous guard, “that in this act of consensual sex, you had no involvement whatsoever?”
“I, uh...” Fandango swallowed audibly, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek. He licked his lips, taking in a shaky breath. “I didn’t say that, I just... He, erm, he—”
“Sorry, John,” Tyler interrupted the stuttering man with a little shrug, wiping his mouth clean of stray saliva. “The poor guy was all by himself in the shower, pretty much just as hard as he is now, and clearly needed some help getting off.” He donned an innocent expression, pressing his hand to his chest and speaking of himself as though he were some sort of saint. “So I, being the generous guy that I am, offered to assist my tag team partner. I was simply alleviating his tension.”
John’s piercing gaze snapped back to Tyler. “Alleviating…?” His face contorted in a snarl. “You’ve got a lot of nerve!” he shouted. “This isn’t even the first time! You have been caught fraternizing no less than three times in the past month! Three!”
Monday, June 19, 2017
Survivor Series Bets by WhereIvegone
http://www.wowefa.com/stories/show-story.php?story=SurvivorSeriesBets.txt
Disclaimer: I don't own them... I am not affiliated with the WWE in anyway
blah blah blah
Summary: Kelly Kelly and Eve are at Madison Square Garden for Survivor
Series... femslash... two women... together... if you don't like it... don't
read it...
Survivor Series Bets
by WhereIvegone
"Kelly?" Eve yelled upstairs to her lover. They were on their way to Madison
Square Garden and Kelly was taking quite a while to get dressed as usual.
"I'm almost ready!" Kelly yelled back down causing Eve to sigh dramatically.
That was the 6th time she had received that same response. Kelly, sensing her
girlfriend's impatience, began to quicken her movements. Testing Eve's
patience was something Kelly had learned the hard way never to do.
"Alright... I'm ready!" Kelly shouted down stairs "The question is... are you
ready?" Kelly added with a giggle.
"I've been ready for like the past fifteen min-" Eve began but cut off as she
saw Kelly traveling down the stairs. Eve always thought Kelly looked
beautiful no matter what; even when she was sick, just woken up from a deep
sleep, without make up, with a broken nose or even all in combination... but
sometimes Kelly just looked so beautiful that it was beyond words and this
was one of those times.
Kelly was dressed simple enough in a black mini skirt and a button-down shirt
that was open enough to see a bit of her stomach and a lot of her cleavage.
Eve was dressed a little bit more modestly in a pair of black pants complete
with built in chains and a tight black t-shirt that ended right below her
belly button.
"So tell me again, I win if I predict more matches than you tonight?" Kelly
asked grabbing her girlfriend's arm and ushering her out of the hotel door
and into the passenger side of their rented car. Kelly knew that Eve hated
not driving and thought ushering her into the passenger seat in one quick
fluid movement would cause her not to realize their positions.
She was wrong.
Disclaimer: I don't own them... I am not affiliated with the WWE in anyway
blah blah blah
Summary: Kelly Kelly and Eve are at Madison Square Garden for Survivor
Series... femslash... two women... together... if you don't like it... don't
read it...
Survivor Series Bets
by WhereIvegone
"Kelly?" Eve yelled upstairs to her lover. They were on their way to Madison
Square Garden and Kelly was taking quite a while to get dressed as usual.
"I'm almost ready!" Kelly yelled back down causing Eve to sigh dramatically.
That was the 6th time she had received that same response. Kelly, sensing her
girlfriend's impatience, began to quicken her movements. Testing Eve's
patience was something Kelly had learned the hard way never to do.
"Alright... I'm ready!" Kelly shouted down stairs "The question is... are you
ready?" Kelly added with a giggle.
"I've been ready for like the past fifteen min-" Eve began but cut off as she
saw Kelly traveling down the stairs. Eve always thought Kelly looked
beautiful no matter what; even when she was sick, just woken up from a deep
sleep, without make up, with a broken nose or even all in combination... but
sometimes Kelly just looked so beautiful that it was beyond words and this
was one of those times.
Kelly was dressed simple enough in a black mini skirt and a button-down shirt
that was open enough to see a bit of her stomach and a lot of her cleavage.
Eve was dressed a little bit more modestly in a pair of black pants complete
with built in chains and a tight black t-shirt that ended right below her
belly button.
"So tell me again, I win if I predict more matches than you tonight?" Kelly
asked grabbing her girlfriend's arm and ushering her out of the hotel door
and into the passenger side of their rented car. Kelly knew that Eve hated
not driving and thought ushering her into the passenger seat in one quick
fluid movement would cause her not to realize their positions.
She was wrong.
Survivor Series Takeover: Toronto by Dice & Kristi
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NXT The End Backstage Pass by Dice & Kristi
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NXT Respect - Backstage Pass by Dice & Kristi
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NXT London Backstage Pass by Dice & Kristi
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NXT Dallas Backstage Pass by Dice & Kristi
http://www.wowefa.com/stories/show-story.php?story=NXTDallasBackstagePass.txt
Disclaimer: This story, like all of the other stories written by us, is a fictional parody, we
write these fictitious stories for fun and because we can. The Supreme Court of the United States has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution (ruling occurred as a result of the case "Hustler Magazine, Inc et al vs. Jerry Falwell" in 1988).
Basically what we are saying this is fiction.
Now... Kristi and Dice present
NXT Dallas Backstage Pass
by Kristi (Kristi_aka@hotmail.com) and Frederick "Dice" Casden (diceandkristifiles@yahoo.com)
Following their victory over the Revival to capture the NXT Tag Team titles, Jason Jordan and Chad Gable have returned to the backstage area, and a camera captures them celebrating and hugging one another. "Man... this was what we've been working for!" Jason says excitedly.
"Told you all those months ago, all you need was to be ready willing and Gable..." Chad adds with a laugh.
"Yeah you did, and man... after so long to be a champion... there are no words..." Jason says.
"I hear you man, let it sink in..." Chad says with a nod of his head as the two of them are approached by WWE Hall of Famer Lita approaches them.
"Well I'm impressed... you two certainly left no nothing on the table... going balls out to become champions..." Lita says with an approving smirk as she looks at the pair of sweat covered singlet wearing wrestlers.
"That's some high praise..." Jason says.
"Of course... now that you two are champions... I'd have to know how you two stack up against some great Tag Teams that I've been with..." Lita says.
"We could beat the Hardy Boyz easily!" Chad says.
Lita chuckles, "Oh I have no doubt about that..." She then licks her teeth, "But a pair of hunks like you... should be as good where it counts..." The Hall of Fame says as she steps closer to Jason and Chad where she places a hand on their impressive crotches, "And it feels like it... but can you two.... act like Champions?"
"Yeah we can..." Jason instantly replies.
Disclaimer: This story, like all of the other stories written by us, is a fictional parody, we
write these fictitious stories for fun and because we can. The Supreme Court of the United States has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution (ruling occurred as a result of the case "Hustler Magazine, Inc et al vs. Jerry Falwell" in 1988).
Basically what we are saying this is fiction.
Now... Kristi and Dice present
NXT Dallas Backstage Pass
by Kristi (Kristi_aka@hotmail.com) and Frederick "Dice" Casden (diceandkristifiles@yahoo.com)
Following their victory over the Revival to capture the NXT Tag Team titles, Jason Jordan and Chad Gable have returned to the backstage area, and a camera captures them celebrating and hugging one another. "Man... this was what we've been working for!" Jason says excitedly.
"Told you all those months ago, all you need was to be ready willing and Gable..." Chad adds with a laugh.
"Yeah you did, and man... after so long to be a champion... there are no words..." Jason says.
"I hear you man, let it sink in..." Chad says with a nod of his head as the two of them are approached by WWE Hall of Famer Lita approaches them.
"Well I'm impressed... you two certainly left no nothing on the table... going balls out to become champions..." Lita says with an approving smirk as she looks at the pair of sweat covered singlet wearing wrestlers.
"That's some high praise..." Jason says.
"Of course... now that you two are champions... I'd have to know how you two stack up against some great Tag Teams that I've been with..." Lita says.
"We could beat the Hardy Boyz easily!" Chad says.
Lita chuckles, "Oh I have no doubt about that..." She then licks her teeth, "But a pair of hunks like you... should be as good where it counts..." The Hall of Fame says as she steps closer to Jason and Chad where she places a hand on their impressive crotches, "And it feels like it... but can you two.... act like Champions?"
"Yeah we can..." Jason instantly replies.
Interrogatives by SapphoIsBurning
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