Stephanie
McMahon-Helmsley tried to look interested as her brother and Paul Heyman
continued their oh-so fascinating discussion about how the Alliance was beating
the WWF. She’d faded out about an
hour ago having actively partaken in the conversation for the first three hours.
But now, four hours after they had started she’d lost all interest.
So they were beating the WWF. That’s
all that needed to be said. They
didn’t need to look at every show since the Invasion in turn and pinpoint all
the highs and lows. She felt that
they were both being really anal about it.
And they didn’t even seem to notice that she’d faded out as they’d
stopped addressing her long ago.
Her
mind started to wander as Shane and Paul launched into their Booker T appraisal.
She’d spent the weekend with her husband bored out of her mind as he
continued rehabbing. As much as she
wanted him to get back to 100% fitness and join her in ECW she didn’t want to
watch him do so. It was so
repetitive and boring, exercise after exercise after damn exercise.
What she really needed was some excitement in her life.
Some excitement like the night she’d spent with Jericho.
She
smiled at the memory. As much as
hated him she had to admit that he knew what he was doing.
No strings attached sex. She
could really go for some of that right now she thought.
And Jericho did say that he’d be open to another night of passion...
“Excuse
me gentlemen, I’m just going to fetch something from our locker room.”
“Okay
Steph, whatever.” Shane replied,
not even looking at her. As soon as
he’d spoken to her he was back conversing with Paul E. about how brilliant Raw
on the 30th of July had been for them.
She
quickly walked down the corridors backstage at the arena trying her best to
ignore all the ‘slut’ comments that the WWF wrestlers were throwing at her.
She held her head high and walked past them all, confidently strutting as
the sounds of the Alliance wrestlers coming to her rescue could start to be
heard.
Stephanie
made it to the WWF locker rooms but she didn’t know where Jericho was.
She couldn’t just knock on one of he locker room doors and ask for him,
that would arouse too much suspicion. She
stood outside the larger locker room and thought about what to do.
“Stephanie!
My favourite slut.”
She
smiled to herself as she turned around and came face to face with Jericho.
“I want a word with you.”
“Sounds
promising.”
“It
is if you want it to be. Follow
me.”
She
led him down the twisting and turning corridors, Jericho always a couple of
steps behind her. She had given him
no indication of what she wanted but he knew it wasn’t to share hair care
tips. The way she had looked at him
like he was a piece of meat who could do her a favour said it all to him.
He followed her, trying his hardest to make it look as if he just
happened to be wandering down the same corridor as her and that he wasn’t
following her.
Walking
a few steps behind gave him a good chance to look at her.
She was walking pretty quickly, swinging her bare arms wildly at her
sides. Her hair bounced as she
walked and looked a lot more attractive than it’s usual rats nest state.
He found his eyes resting on her firm and full ass.
It jiggled slightly as she walked and he found the way it changed size
depending on whether her legs were stretched or not to be strangely hypnotic.
She was wearing her usual trousers and they only added to the sight,
acting like a second skin of smooth, cool black leather.
And no visible panty line could only mean one of two things; none at all
or a thong which he felt was pretty much a win-win situation for him.
He
watched as she stopped abruptly in front of a locker room and looked around.
Sensing the coast was clear she opened the door and signalled to him to
follow her inside. As soon as he
walked through the door he could tell it was the main locker room of the
Alliance and that only added to the danger for him.
Not only was he alone with Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley but he was across
enemy lines so to speak. No
explanation could get him out of trouble. It
was either be having an affair with her or be joining the Alliance.
“What
are you laughing at?” Stephanie
asked him.
“Nothing
really. It was just like an armed
forces covert operation to get here that’s all.
It struck me as funny. What
do you want anyway?” He knew
exactly what she wanted but he wasn’t going to make it easy for her.
He wanted to see how forward she was going to be and how she was going to
phrase her request.
“I
want you to fuck me.”
Chris
smiled, taken aback by her bluntness.
“What’s
the matter Jericho?” Stephanie mocked. “Cat
got your tongue?”
“No,
not at all. I just didn’t expect
you to be so blunt.”
“What’s
the point in sugar coating it? Fuck
me or get out. It’s so simple
even you should be able to understand it.”
“You
look so fucking sexy when you insult me. I
think it’s the look of pure hatred in your eyes that does it for me.”
“You
provide me with so much ammunition Jericho.”
Stephanie said walking over to him and pressing her body against his,
running her hands over the muscles in his back.
He
kissed her roughly pressing his lips against hers in a brutal and forceful way,
his strength forcing her head back. Stephanie
held her ground though grazing his bottom lip with her teeth as she placed her
hands at the base of his neck and pulled him closer.
Jericho picked her up, Stephanie instinctively wrapping her legs around
his hips as he turned her around and slammed her loudly against the wall.
It hurt her back and she knew she would probably bruise but she didn’t
care. She rubbed her tongue against
his, moaning because of the sheer passion.
Stephanie
was glad that he had picked her up, she could feel herself getting light headed
again. He was kissing her with such
force that it just took her breath away. Every
forceful movement he made reiterated how much he hated her and disrespected her.
But she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
He was right the first time they’d been together.
She did find being treated like a slut a major turn on and Jericho...
well he could turn her on merely by looking at her since they’d been
together. The intensity in his cool
blue eyes was a constant reminder of the way he’d fucked her before and she
found it difficult not to stare off into space reminiscing when he was around.
His
hands were on her ass, supporting her weight.
Jericho remembered how her ass had caught his attention in the corridor
and roughly kneaded the flesh, parting her cheeks through the cool black
leather. Stephanie broke the kiss,
tugging at his bottom lip as she did so and drawing a little blood.
She attached her lips to his neck, sucking at the perfect skin there and
inhaling the scent that was uniquely Jericho.
She couldn’t figure out if it was cologne or just his natural scent but
she loved it. She felt intoxicated
by it, by him.
He
rested his head against the wall as Stephanie continued sucking on his throat,
their cheeks sometimes brushing, uttering moans of pleasure whenever she changed
the pressure. She lightly bit at
the skin just below his jaw line and could feel his already hard cock pressing
against her. He pulled away from
her touch, his eyes a perfect picture of lust and kissed her again, ignoring the
pain he could feel from the broken skin on his lip.
They could both taste the coppery tang of his blood mingled in with their
saliva and it only added to their passion, Jericho now suggestively thrusting
his hips to meet Stephanie’s.
“Fuck
this...” Jericho groaned as he
put Stephanie down and pulled her down to the floor.
He
yanked her sleeveless black top away, ripping it at the seams and flung it
across the locker room. Her
trousers were next before he removed his own shirt and climbed on top of her,
sitting astride her thighs. Stephanie
lay there, ignoring the roughness of the carpet against her back and looked up
at Jericho. He was fucking gorgeous
she thought, just sitting there, waiting. She
reached over to him and grabbed the waistband of his trousers pulling him down
to her. She didn’t want to wait,
she wanted him to fuck her.
Jericho
groped at her breasts through the black lacy bra she was wearing, pinching the
place where her nipples were before leaning down and licking the exposed parts.
He put his hand into the one cup freeing her right breast to his mouth.
Stephanie arched her back as he lightly flicked his tongue over the
nipple before repeating his actions on her left breast.
He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, running his hands around her
sides back to her chest. She moaned
out loud as he took the one nipple between his teeth and rolled his tongue over
the peak, looking up at her and grinning evilly.
His hand was tweaking the nipple on her other breast, teasing it into a
hardened pink nub.
He
rolled her onto her back and moved her hair to one side, leaving the back of her
neck exposed. He sucked strongly at
the nape of her neck as Stephanie closed her eyes, allowing the various
sensations to overcome her. Jericho
knelt and kissed a path down her spine, his tongue coming as a wet shock to her.
She had raised herself onto her elbows so as his tongue moved lower so
did his hands down her sides, over the curve of her breasts, across her stomach
and to her hips, palms pressed around her shapely pelvic bones.
His earlier guess was right, she had been wearing a thong.
He roughly bit into the flesh of her ass, causing Stephanie to call out
in pain.
He
pulled the black thong to the side a little with his fingers and licked towards
her asshole, causing Stephanie to replace her painful yelps with pleasurable
ones. Pleasurable yelps that got
even louder when he moved her thong further and ran his index finger down the
length of her wet and aching pussy. He
rubbed two fingers over her clit, rubbing it in strong circular motions as
Stephanie lowered her hips into his touch.
Jericho continued stimulating her with his fingers as he went back to her
ass, lightly nipping the skin this time doubling her pleasure.
He removed his fingers and she rolled back onto her back, and watching
intently as Jericho made a show of licking her juices from his finger.
She
crawled over to him on all fours, he was mesmerised by how sexy she looked as
she did so. Her hair was falling
over her arms and face, partially obscuring his view of her breasts.
The look on her face was that of a predator, someone eager to obtain
their goal. The look went straight
to Jericho’s erect cock and he could feel a wet patch on his underwear start
to form, the result of his oozing pre-cum.
Stephanie
paused just before him and undid the belt buckle on his trousers with her teeth,
her nose occasionally brushing against Jericho’s stomach, slightly tickling
him. She sat back on her knees and
kissed him again, loving the feel of his hardened body pressed firmly against
hers, his strong arms circling her waist and holding her strongly.
She wrapped her arms around his waist slipping her hands into his
underwear to rub his ass. She
teased his hole with her finger, shallowly prodding at the entrance and feeling
the kiss intensify whenever she did. She
stopped her teasing and moved her hands around his hips to his cock, taking it
firmly in hand and running her hands up the length, wiping away the pre-cum.
“Fuck
Steph, do something! Don’t just
fucking tease me like that.”
“Okay.
On your feet.”
Jericho
complied, getting on his feet and finding himself instantly naked when he had
done so. Stephanie was still
kneeling before him, a wicked glint in her eye as she found that his cock was at
her eye level. The head was a deep
purple colour beneath the light pubic hair that covered it and was dripping in
pre-cum, some starting to roll down the shaft and drip onto his balls.
She toyed with the idea of sucking him but decided against it.
She didn’t want to have to wait for him to become hard again so he
could fuck her. She gestured towards a steel folding chair that was sitting in
the middle of the room. She removed
her thong and threw it at him, laughing when it hit his chest and bounced onto
the floor.
“Sit
on the chair. I always wanted to
ride someone on one of these. Call
it a lifelong fantasy.”
“It’s
a sad fantasy.”
“Whatever.
Now sit your fucking ass down Jericho.”
“Fuck
that’s cold.” Jericho said,
instantly jumping off the chair when his skin came into contact with cool silver
steel of the chair.
“So?
Don’t be such a pussy.” Stephanie
said, walking over to him and placing her hands on his shoulders before
forcefully pushing him down onto the chair.
Jericho
sat there, ignoring the cold staring at Stephanie.
He had his legs apart and Stephanie was standing in-between them, her
arms still on his shoulders. She
had a wicked crooked smile on her face as she moved her legs outside of his and
grabbed his cock at the base. She
lowered herself onto it slowly, directing it with her hand before filling
herself fully. She threw her head
back, her raven hair falling down her back tickling her slightly as she started
working herself up and down on Jericho’s cock.
Her arms were still on his shoulders aiding her in her bouncing and she
arched her back, allowing Jericho to suck on her nipples as she quickened the
pace.
“That’s
it Stephanie, work my cock. Let me
see you bounce.”
He
reached in-between the two of them with his right hand and parted her folds
more, his fingers instantly finding her aching clit as Stephanie increased her
pace. She bit her lip to stop
herself from screaming as she felt his expert fingers rubbing against her
firmly, the force increased by her own movements.
His fingers were coated by her juices enabling him to rub against her
clit quicker. She was so aroused
and lubricated that her juices were running out, pooling onto the chair.
Jericho
could feel his orgasm building as Stephanie increased her pace, her lip starting
to bleed much like his own. Her
velvety tightness all around his cock was driving him crazy as her fingers
tangled in his hair, pulling lightly and causing him pain that he ignored.
She was contracting her inner muscles around him as he started to grunt
in an animalistic way, his spare hand stroking Stephanie’s face to encourage
her to go faster. She started
sucking his finger, glad that she no longer had to bit her lip to stop her
screams.
“Fuck...
I’m coming Jericho...” Stephanie
whispered in his ear, her breath tickling him
She
continued working his cock as she came, eager to prolong her orgasm for as long
as possible as she rested her forehead on his shoulder.
He followed her almost immediately, coming inside her in violent spurts
as he held her tightly. They sat in
silence for a couple of minutes, both waiting for their breath to slow down to
normal levels. She removed her head
from his shoulder and he looked at her, a few strands of her hair were plastered
to her face with sweat and he could see her split lip.
Jericho sucked at her lip to quell the pain, this time tasting her
coppery blood instead of his own.
“That
was amazing. We ought to do this
more often.” Stephanie said,
slowly pulling herself off Jericho’s lap.
“I’m
game if you are.”
Stephanie
threw her ripped top to him to allow him to mop himself up a little.
His cock and thighs were soaked in a combination of both Stephanie’s
and his own cum and he was glad of the chance to clean up.
“Looks
like I’m going to have to change.” She
said as he threw her top back to her.
He
quickly dressed, walked over to the still naked Stephanie and kissed her gently
trying not to hurt her lip. “I
better go. This hasn’t changed
anything between us.”
“Of
course not. It’s just sex
Jericho. I don’t want anything
from you but the odd fuck.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Come
on Booker! You can do this!”
Shane yelled over excitedly.
“Course
I can!”
“You
show ‘em Booker!” Stephanie
encouraged.
“I
will!” Booker T replied as he
left the locker room followed by the WWF camera crew.
“He’ll
win easily Steph. Where did you get
to this afternoon anyway? And why
did you change?”
“I
didn’t like my top so I came back here and then had a crisis about what to
wear. You know what I’m like
Shane.”
“Yeah.
It always takes you two hours to get...
Ugh! This steel chair is
soaking wet!” Shane said, getting
a towel to mop up the liquid on the chair.
Stephanie had to bit her lip again to stop herself from laughing at the sight of the wet patch on Shane’s trousers, the remainder of both her own and Jericho’s cum. It seems she and Jericho may have mopped themselves up but forgot the chair...
THE END
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