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Author's note: This is a work of erotic fiction. I am well aware that Torrie
Wilson probably doesn't act this way in real life, but hey, I can dream,
can't I?



Torrie Wilson Gets A Ride
by Steve (smhetw@hotmail.com)

John got in his car and hoped for the best as he drove to Detroit,
Michigan to hopefully get a job with the WWF. He didn't want to be a
wrestler, he just wanted to be a truck driver, like he had been before he got
fired after going to Trish Stratus' hotel room. As he drove, he thought,
"What if she can't get me a job? Then what?" As he neared where he needed to
be, he changed highways to get to the arena. Being a truck driver in the
northern part of the country, he knew his way around. As he sped down the
highway, he saw a broken down car on the side of the road. The hood was open,
and smoke was coming out. He debated helping, but thought "Ah, fuck it."

As he passed the car, he saw a gorgeous blonde girl leaning into the hood.
His eyes nearly popped out of the socket, "I'd like to fuck it!" John thought
to himself. He pulled over and saw that traffic wasn't bad, so he did the
impossible, he backed up on the freeway. People were honking at him, but he
didn't care. He got to within ten feet of the car, and she hadn't heard him
pull up. Now, he got a good look at her. She was wearing a pair of tight
black pants, with a black top. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a
ponytail, and she was leaning into the engine for some reason, affording John
to get a great view of her scrumptious ass. "Hey, you need help?" John asked,
getting her to turn around. Startled, she whirled around, very quickly,
wielding what looked to be a tire iron.

"What do you want?" She screamed. It was obvious to John that she'd been
crying. Her mascara was running, leaving small black trails on her cheeks.
She drew the tire iron back, before she noticed that John had his hands up,
showing her that he meant no harm. She dropped the tire iron, sobbed, and
ran towards John, wrapping him in a hug. John, surprised by the incident,
paused for a second, before consoling her. He finally got her to talk without
sobbing loudly. "I'm Torrie Wilson," she said, still shuddering from all of
her crying, "I work for the WWF and I, my car, it broke down, I'm having a
bad day, I'm going to be late…" She continued before John cut her off.

"Listen, Torrie, do you want me to fix your car?" Torrie shook her head,
"You can't, one of the belts is snapped, it won't move." John looked for
himself, indeed, the car needed to be towed. "Are you on your way to the
arena in Detroit for the WWF?" John softly asked her. She shook her head yes.
John told her that he was going as well and he face lit up. "Really?! Can you
give me a ride?" John told her to get her bags. Torrie began jumping up and
down in excitement, as John watched her rather large breasts jump with her.
She ran to her car, grabbed her bag from the trunk, and ran back to John,
again wrapping him a hug. John smiled and watched, as she ran to his car. He
followed, they made a call to a towing company, then to the company that she
rented the car from, yada yada yada.

They pulled into the arena parking lot, John was amazed at the bubbly girl
he had talked to, was far different than the psycho he had met when he asked
if she needed help. She was funny, smart and an absolutely astonishingly
beautiful woman. As they got out of the car, John realized that he had no
way of getting in to see Stephanie. Torrie told him that she'd get him in,
it was the least she could do. John, somewhat embarrassed, walked behind
Torrie, watching her tight, firm ass sway from side to side. John got in the
building, with Torrie. She said that she had to go check in. John walked
around, looking for Stephanie. Steph came up behind him, and in her
screeching voice, asked what he was doing there. John jumped a bit, but
turned and saw her.

She hugged him, and told him the good news. She had put in a good word
for him and her dad wanted to talk to him. John thanked her, and Steph walked
him down to where Vince McMahon was. Steph was wearing a low cut, black,
sleeveless shirt, giving John an excellent view of her breasts. As the
conversation was getting into sex, they arrived at Vince's small office-like
room. Steph introduced the two men, and they got down to business. "Now,
John, Steph tells me that you need a job, and you're a very good friend of
hers. She told me about how you were fired, and I think that it's wrong. I
would like to offer you a position at driving the ring truck, filled with
the ring gear, to each town everynight." He continued, but John was on cloud
nine. John accepted, and Vince went over the money thing with him.

John's pay was almost going to double! He was excited as he left the
office room. He was now employed by the WWF. He walked into a small room
where there was food, and saw Torrie Wilson. He walked up and began talking
to her. She asked him for another favor. She had forgotten her bag with her
clothes in it, and she needed clothes for TV tonight. Since she didn't have
a car, she needed him to bring her somewhere to buy new clothes. John agreed,
and they were off to his car. On the way out, he saw Vince talking to the
security guy. Vince asked where they were going, they told him, and he
authorized it. He also added John to the list of people to get in the
building, since he worked there now.

John and Torrie drove to the nearest high fashion clothing store, as John
told her all the details. They got out of the car and went into a mall, where
Torrie looked around, finding nothing really, until they went into a store at
the end of one of the floors. The attendant recognized Torrie, and Torrie
asked if her and John could have the store closed, so that she could try some
clothes on with privacy, without getting hounded for autographs. The
attendant agreed, he wanted to go on his break. John glanced at the clock. It
read 3:30 PM. The show started at 9:00. Vince wanted them back to the arena
by 8:00 PM. John couldn't believe how trusting this guy was, letting them
stay in the store, with the cash register, but apparently, Torrie had been
there once, she said, and didn't do anything wrong. The guy left for his
two-hour lunch, leaving John with this spectacular looking woman. She started
looking around, then stopped, looking at John. Suddenly, she spoke. "You know
what, John, I owe you, big time." John agreed in his mind, but stupidly
answered, "What do you mean?"

"You know," Torrie said, "First, I held a metal weapon to you, threatening
you. Then, you gave me a ride to the arena, now your shopping for clothes
with me." John hoped that the vision of him taking her clothes off was what
she had in mind. Seductively, Torrie stood next to John and began tracing
circles in his shirt with her finger. "Now, I think that I know a good way to
repay you," she said, as she started to kiss his neck.

"Oh really?" John asked, caressing her shoulders and back, "What did you
have in mind?"

"This." Torrie replied, standing back and pulling her shirt over her head,
revealing to John her enormous, shapely breasts, enclosed in a lacy, white
bra. John's eyes nearly popped out of his head, as he gazed at her cleavage
and her gorgeous, huge breasts. Torrie threw herself back into John's arms,
kissing him deeply, and feeling his hands go around to her back, unclasping
her bra. She allowed him to push her gently backwards, and slide the straps
from her shoulders. As he peeled the bra from her body, John felt like he was
unwrapping a Christmas gift. He finally removed the bra and he was staring at
her breasts. They were rotund, heaving, gigantic extensions of her equally
wonderful body. She had large, perky nipples, which where rock hard. John
leaned his head down, and gently took her right nipple in his mouth. Torrie
moaned softly, as she put her hands on the back of his head, pushing him even
more onto her breast. John softly sucked her breast, enjoying every second of
it, flicking the nipple with his tongue, feeling it grow harder. He snaked
his right arm up her leg, squeezing her ass, hearing her moan louder. John
switched sides, taking her left nipple in his hungry mouth, feeling her
nipple get hard again. John broke his kiss with her breast, kissing a trail
up to her face, and began to kiss her passionately. Torrie responded in kind,
and soon, they were tongue swabbing while John snuck his hand down her back.

John gripped her ass with his hands, and hearing her moan into his mouth,
knew that she wanted him to continue. He found the zipper on the back of the
pants, right below her tailbone, and started to unzip her pants. Torrie,
who's arms had been tickling John's chest, and feeling his muscular mid
section, reached her hands around, and finished the job for John. She pulled
the waistband of her pants down a little ways, before John broke their kiss,
and headed back down towards her heaving breasts. John gently licked between
her enormous mounds, hearing Torrie's breath beginning to become sporadic.
Torrie slid her pants down her smooth legs, revealing her sparkling white
thong. John pulled his head away from her breasts to gaze down at her silken
legs, now exposed.

Torrie led John's hand to the waistband of her thong, encouraging him to
pull it down. John did just that, slightly pulling her thong down, enough to
reveal her gorgeous blonde hair. John gently curled her pubic hair around his
finger, kneeling down, as he placed soft kisses around her stomach. Torrie
moaned, urging him to continue, as she squeezed her breasts together and
continuously flicked her nipples. John slowly slid his tongue along Torrie's
pussy lips, hearing her gasp. Suddenly, Torrie pulled John away from her
lower region.

"Don't forget, John, I owe you!" Torrie said, pulling his shirt over his
head. As she unbuckled his belt, John pushed Torrie back, leaning her
backwards, accessing him to her breasts. Torrie pulled his head away and
finished unbuckling his belt. She undid the rest of his pants, leaving him
standing in only his white boxer briefs. Torrie gasped when she saw John's
body. "He's not the most jacked guy I've ever seen," Torrie thought, eyeing
his chiseled physique, "But he's right up there." Looking John in the eyes,
Torrie lowered herself to her knees, becoming face to face with John's cock.

John moaned as Torrie lowered the waistband of his boxer briefs, exposing
his hard, throbbing cock. Torrie gasped at the size, around eight inches, and
right in her face. Slowly, Torrie slid his cock into her mouth feeling the
head poke near her throat. Torrie figured that she was already halfway there,
so she fed the cock into her throat, and began sliding it in and out of her
throat. John couldn't believe what was happening. "Just a few hours ago," he
thought, "she was holding a tire iron, threatening me, and now she's sucking
my cock!" He looked down at her, and what a site it was. Her pretty blonde
head was bobbing on his cock, sending pleasure waves through his body.

Torrie pulled his cock from her throat and began to lick the sensitive
underside of his cock, causing John to elicit a groan and grab the back of
Torrie's head, sending her further onto his prick. John felt his insides
begin to burn, and he pulled his cock away from Torrie's mouth, startling
her. She looked at him quizzically, until she realized why he had done that.
John began to shoot cum all over Torrie's face, even some in her hair. John
couldn't believe that he'd cum that quickly, he was somewhat disappointed
in himself, but then he looked down at Torrie licking the cum off of herself
and was eager to fuck. She sat back, her fingers grabbing the cum from her
hair, and feeding it hungrily into her mouth. She stood up, her face now
clean of John's cum, a big smile on her face. John again lowered his head
to her breasts, as he lowered her body to the floor.

Torrie gasped as she felt John's mouth on her sternum, the top of her
breasts, and finally on her nipples again. John made love to her breasts
again, as he worked his cock towards Torrie's entrance. He began to kiss his
way up to her face and neck, feeling the heat of Torrie's pussy get close to
his cock. As soon as their lips met, John felt his cock slide into Torrie's
pussy. Torrie moaned into his mouth, and wrapped her legs around his back,
burying him even further into her. She moaned loudly, as John slid out about
an inch, and stuffed his cock back into her. He repeated this until he got
a good rhythm going. Torrie loved every second of it, as she felt herself
getting close to cumming.

Torrie began to feel her body get weak, and she grabbed John's head,
bringing his lips to her mouth. She shoved her tongue in his mouth just as
she came. Loudly, Torrie moaned into John's mouth, as she wrestled her tongue
with his. John reached his hand up to grab her left nipple, sending Torrie
even further into bliss, causing her to wrap her legs around him tighter.
John's cock drove even further into Torrie's pussy, sending him over the
edge. He groaned into her mouth, sending his load of cum deep into Torrie's
cunt. He knew that Torrie felt it happen, as her body clenched up, and she
broke the kiss to whisper, "Yes." John felt his cock begin to get flaccid,
and he slid his hips away from her body, pulling his limp prick from her
pussy. He looked at her and felt his cock begin to stir again. She was
drenched with sweat, despite the store having air conditioning, her breasts
were heaving with her nipples now not pointing. Then John remembered that
they were in the store, startled that anyone could come in now and see them,
he got to his feet, helping Torrie up.

They grabbed their clothes from the floor and ran to the fitting room in
the back of the store. Gasping for breath, John sat on the bench in the
fitting room, seeing Torrie standing in front of him, nude. He felt the
familiar stirring of his cock. He looked at his cock, seeing it begin to
stand at attention again. He then eyed Torrie, who was wide-eyed with
excitement, as she seductively sauntered towards him. She leaned in to kiss
him again, her breasts slapping into his chest as she lowered her pussy down
to his lap.

John felt his cock begin to get wrapped in velvet, closing his eyes, as
Torrie slid him into her pussy. John opened his eyes to see Torrie's
spherical breasts in his face. Instinctively, he leaned his head forward,
again taking her nipple in his mouth. Torrie moaned, as she now began
gleefully riding John's cock, allowing him to focus his attention on her
breasts. John was in heaven. He was licking an alluring woman's tits while
she rode his cock with reckless abandon. As Torrie started increasing the
tempo, it got tougher for John to suck and lick her breasts.

Glumly, he pulled his head from her breasts, but then got happier. Torrie
cussed and began to cum, her pussy tightening around John's cock, John
watched as she kept happily bouncing on his prick, he watched her breasts
bounce and jiggle with each thrust. As he watched this, he could only begin
to cum. Torrie felt his cock start pulsating, before shooting another load
of jism into her pussy. Tiredly, Torrie got off of John, sliding her clothes
back on, saying that she really did need clothes for that evening's TV
taping. She instructed John to get dressed, but to stay in the fitting room.
She exited the fitting room, returning ten minutes later with her arms
filled with clothes. Torrie stripped naked again, slipping on tube tops,
mini-skirts, low cut tanktops, and any other piece of revealing clothing out
there, for a private, naked fashion show for John. They didn't have sex
again, but Torrie lowered her shirt, and sat on his lap, allowing him access
to her wonderful breasts.

After an hour or so, the store attendant returned. Torrie paid for her
purchases, and the two left the mall at about 5 PM. Walking to John's car,
John slid his arm around Torrie's shoulders, hugging her against his side.
He leaned his face to her cheek, placed a small kiss there, and whispered,
"Thank you." Torrie turned her head, looking John in the eye, and said, "It's
not over yet, silly." John was puzzled, but he was anxious to find out what
she meant. He didn't wait to long. John opened Torrie's door for her,
allowing her to get in first. He put her few bags in the trunk, and walked
to the driver's side. He opened the door and was surprised, and very happy
with what he saw. Torrie had, in the mall, put on a new blouse that she had
bought. As John looked at her, he saw that she had unbuttoned it, her breasts
free in the air. Gasping, John got in the car with the nearly nude Torrie.

As he put the key in the ignition, Torrie bent over, her face in his lap,
and unbuttoned his pants. She looked up at him, and said, "I know I've
already blown you, but, I want to swallow this time." John almost came right
there. She unzipped his pants, as he pulled out of the mall parking lot.
Torrie eased John's cock from his boxer-briefs, his cock somewhat stiff, but
still inert. Torrie slowly sucked John's cock into her mouth, her tongue
tracing the head, and sometimes licking his piss hole. John was driving with
a huge smile on his face, as Torrie started to take him down her throat. John
gripped the wheel with his left hand, his right hand darting over to her ass.
Grabbing her right ass cheek, he squeezed hard, causing Torrie to moan, thus
sliding John's cock the rest of the way down her throat. This in turn caused
John to let out a loud, sharp moan. Torrie happily slid his cock out of her
throat, before slipping it back down, basically thrusting his cock into her
throat. John was in paradise, until Torrie slipped his prick from out of her
throat, settling on licking and sucking his throbbing cock.

John again moaned loudly, instinctively grabbing Torrie's ass again.
Groaning, Torrie began to lick circles around John's cockhead, whilst she
jacked him off. This was too much for John, he grunted, "I'm gonna cum," and
he began to, just as he pulled up to a red light. Torrie lowered her head to
the middle of his wet shaft, enclosing her lips. John's cock began to throb
before he shuddered, his cock eliciting his cum. Torrie felt the first spurt
hit the back of her mouth, causing her to swallow it. The next few spurts
weren't spurts, they were literally pouring into her mouth. After a short
time, Torrie's mouth was almost full of John's jism. Finally, John moaned
again, signaling his conclusion. Torrie swallowed three times before her
mouth was empty. Greedily, she sucked her mouth and tongue along his shaft
and head, attempting to garner more cum. Contentedly, Torrie slid John's
lifeless cock back into his boxer-briefs, zipped his pants back up, and
buttoned them. John was still driving, his face coated with sweat. Torrie
leaned towards his face, kissing his cheek. She whispered in his ear, "I hope
that pays you back." Quickly, John nodded as they pulled into the arena
parking lot. Pulling into a parking spot, he leaned over and kissed Torrie
on the lips, his taste still evident on her breath. He leaned back to the
driver's seat, eyeing what he had before him. She still had her blouse
unbuttoned, her nipples hard.

Torrie began to button her blouse back up again. John wanted to fuck her,
right there, in the backseat of his car, but realized that that was
unrealistic. Torrie opened her door, exiting the car. John did the same,
walking to the trunk, where Torrie was standing. He opened the trunk, taking
her bags out, insisting on carrying them. As they neared the building, John
pulled Torrie close to him, and said, "Thank you, Torrie, that was the best
blowjob of my life."

"No problem," Torrie replied, "thanks for giving me a ride, in many more
ways than one."

They walked in together, Stephanie finding John and pulling him away from
Torrie. John handed Torrie her bags, and she skipped off to get dressed.
Stephanie walked John towards a dressing room and said, rather urgently,
"I've been looking everywhere for you, you have to meet somebody." She opened
the dressing room door, instructing him to close his eyes. She stood him in
the room, he heard her click the lock on the door. "Hey Steph, is this the
guy you're talking about all the time?" A pretty sounding voice asked. "Yeah,
this is John, he's been kind of like the WWF women's fuck toy." Steph said
playfully.

"Oh, where are my manners? John, this is Stacy. Stacy Keibler. John
extended his hand, not knowing where she was, hearing both girls giggle.
Stephanie told him to open his eyes. John opened his eyes to see a regular
dressing room with a leather couch. On that leather couch, lay a naked blonde
girl, who John assumed was Stacy. He heard clothing slip off, and looked
beside him, Stephanie was topless. He saw Stacy get up from the couch, his
eyes on her long legs as she walked towards him. John felt two pairs of hands
on his body. He looked down, seeing Stephanie on her knees, unbuckling his
belt, while Stacy was pulling his shirt over his head. Stacy began to kiss
him, using her tongue, John felt his pants and boxer-briefs come off, as he
felt another tongue on his body. He reached around Stacy, grabbing her ass,
as he felt Stephanie slide his prick into her mouth.

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Author's note: Oh, come one, like I'm gonna give you two for the price of
one. Hell, you aren't even paying for this story anyway, so you'll have to
wait. Same as before, Comments about any of my stories, be it good or bad,
Suggestions, be they far and outrageous, or Questions, be they stupid and
illogical, can be sent to the email address in my profile. Thanks for
reading, though. I have gotten a few responses, so thanks to those people.
Anyone who reads and doesn't send a comment, well, I don't know.


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