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This was my first attempt at writing erotic fiction, if you guys like it, say
so, and I'll post my other stories, including Trish, Lita, Torrie Wilson, and
a threesome with Stephanie and Stacy Keibler.

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by Steve (smhetw@hotmail.com)

John was getting near the arena, he noticed as he saw the neon flashing
sign advertising WWF RAW live that night. He glanced at the clock, 2:30 in
the afternoon. He really hated his job. He was delivering a bunch of tables,
chairs and other various things to the arena so that sweaty, uneducated
clowns could crash through them for equally uneducated fans. He pulled his
truck around to the truck loading dock, backed to the door, and got out.
I'll make this as fast as possible John thought to himself. He grabbed his
clipboard and got out of the truck. He was greeted by a few stage
technicians, who helped him unload the stuff out to the arena. There was
still a few tables and chairs remaining, which were to go into a certain
room, with the tables having trays of snacks on them. John took a few chairs
and walked around, looking for the room, he couldn't find it anywhere. John
could feel his temper beginning to rise, and he didn't know what was stopping
him from throwing the chairs against the wall, getting in his truck and
leaving. Finally, as he was about to kick a hole in the wall, he found the
room. The sign on the door read, "Stephanie McMahon Helmsley." Another ugly
white trash broad John thought to himself. He politely knocked on the door,
no answer. He knocked a bit louder, no answer. He slowly opened the door, and
peeked inside.

Nobody was in the dressing room. John simply leaned the chairs against the
wall and went back out to the truck to continue to unload the tables. Where'd
those stupid stagehands go? He thought, as he picked the table up on his
shoulder and began walking back to the room. This thing is fucking heavy John
thought as he neared the dressing room. The door was closed again, even
though he had left it open. Somebody must be in there John figured. He put
the table down and knocked on the door. No answer. John opened the door again
and there was nobody in the room. This is really getting annoying John
thought. He picked the table back up and loaded it into the room. As he was
setting the table down, he heard the door slowly close. John kept going about
his business when he heard it open again. He looked up to see the figure
before him.

A man stood before him with a clipboard and a goofy headset on. He looked
at John and said, "What are you doing in here?"

"Nothing," John replied as he set the trays of snacks on the table.

"Sure looks like a whole lot ofnsomething," the guy replied back.

"Look, I'm just unloading the truck, is this a problem?" John said.

"Well, hurry it up, Stephanie will be here shortly and she doesn't want
anyone in her dressing room," the guy said and he walked out of the room.

John pictured in his mind punching the asshole in the head, but realized
that he's better hurry up before the white trash bimbo got there and
threatened to steal his gun rack. (it's a white trash joke, geez, lighten up)
He came back to his truck and grabbed the last of the stuff. It was a leather
chair that was very heavy. Again, John could find no stagehands to help him.
He lifted the chair and set out to the dressing room. The door was closed
again, but John paid no mind, he opened the door, brought the chair up over
his head, walked into the room, and heard a woman scream. John dropped the
chair on his foot, and could feel his toes break. He looked up to see a
brunette girl that couldn't be more than 25, standing with only a black skirt
on, with her hands and arms covering her breasts.

"What the fuck are you doing in my dressing room?!" The girl screeched.

John assumed that this must be the aforementioned Stephanie. "I'm sorry,"
John managed to get out before he sat down on the chair he had just brought
in, "I'm sorry for not knocking, but the chair is really fucking heavy."

"It's OK," the girl replied, sort of giving John the once over look, "You
just surprised me. Close your eyes, for a second."

Yeah like I'm gonna fall for that John thought. He closed his eyes, but
left them open a crack, in case she went for pepper spray or something. She
didn't. She took her hands away from her breasts, revealing to John the
nicest pair of tits that he had ever seen. They were big, but not huge, her
nipples were average size, rock hard, and her breasts weren't sagging much
either. She leaned into her suitcase and her breasts swayed as she moved. She
grabbed a pink v-neck shirt that looked like it wouldn't fit a 3-year-old and
pulled it onto her body, barely squeezing her breasts into it.

"OK, you can open your eyes now," Stephanie said.

John was more than happy to oblige, he opened his eyes to get a better
view of her breasts squeezed into the shirt. The tightness of the shirt made
her tits look even bigger.

"How's your foot?" she asked, snapping him from his trance.

"Not so good," John replied. As he said this, he took off his workboot,
revealing a foot almost twice the size as it had been earlier. As John began
to check out his foot, somebody burst through the door. It was the same
asshole that had given John attitude before.

"Stephanie, are you OK?" The prick inquired, "I heard you scream, and I
came as soon as I could..." His voice trailed off as he looked at John, "What
are you doing here?" He asked John, "I told you to get out of the locker
room."

John didn't say anything, but Stephanie did. "Leave him alone," she
screeched, "I think he may have broken his foot."

The man mumbled something under his breath, and left.

"Thanks," John said, rubbing his foot, "I don't think I broke my foot, but
that did really hurt."

"No problem," Stephanie said, "besides, I think you can help me." She
walked over to the door and locked it. John looked at her, puzzled.

"You can help me because I've always wondered something," Stephanie said,
moving closer to John. "I've always wondered if the man's shoe size theory is
true or false."

John's head was racing. What shoe size theory? What drivel is this girl
talking about? Then it hit him. No fucking way! He thought. Stephanie stopped
directly in front of him, allowing John to be head on with her breasts. Since
John was so tall, his face was staring directly at Stephanie McMahon's
breasts.

Stephanie crouched down and continued talking, "Now, since your foot is
throbbing and swollen, I wonder if anything else is."

John couldn't believe what he was hearing. Nevertheless, Stephanie leaned
forward, placing her head above John's lap, and kissed his cock through his
pants. She brought her hand up and unbuttoned John's work pants, grabbing the
zipper with her mouth and pulling it down, revealing John's rock hard 8-inch
cock concealed in his boxer-briefs. John heard her make a low moaning noise
and she began licking his boxer-briefs, as John got harder and harder. He
closed his eyes for a few seconds and felt her stop. He opened his eyes, and
saw her looking at him.

"Why'd you stop?" John said.

"I wanted to know if I could take your pants off," Stephanie replied.

"Take off whatever you want," John replied. He raised his ass in the air,
so that he could slide his boxer-briefs down and off, along with his pants,
being careful near his foot, as it did still hurt. As Stephanie slid his
pants and underwear down, he unbuttoned his work shirt, and pulled that off
as well, so he was now naked. "Your turn," John said, eyeing her breasts.

"Not yet," Stephanie replied. "There are other things to take care of."

Stephanie again lowered her head to his cock, still rock hard, but now
bare. She licked John's head with her tongue, as John eyed her alluring ass,
swaying from side to side, looking firm and curved. He hoped to get his hands
all over it, but decided to concentrate on what was happening at that time.
John again closed his eyes and rolled his head back, the back of his head
resting against the chair, while this stunning girl sucked his cock.

Stephanie took his cock into her mouth, gently licking the underside of
his cock, and finally, sucking it into her throat. John moaned as he felt his
prick slide into her throat. Stephanie then started to bob her head on his
erection, sliding John's cock in and out of her throat. John moaned a little
louder, and ran his hands through Stephanie's hair. Stephanie didn't even
notice, she continued to slide his 8-inch prick in and out of her throat,
finally removing it from her mouth and gently licking the head of John's
cock, finally, tenderly lowering her face to his balls.

Stephanie took one of John's nuts in her mouth and ran her tongue around
it, building up a great deal of saliva in her mouth. Much to John's dismay,
Stephanie took his ballsack out of her mouth, but shoved his cock back in her
mouth. To John, it felt like he was fucking a wet pussy, because her mouth
was almost full of saliva.

Stephanie removed the cock from her mouth, and looked directly into John's
eyes. Some of her spit stayed on his cock, and she used it as a lubricant, as
Stephanie slowly began jerking him off. She kneaded her hand almost
rhythmically, as Stephanie jacked him harder and harder, then she lowered her
head back to his cock, licking his cockhead. John again moaned aloud, and
rested his head on the back of the chair. This girl has some fucking talent
John thought, as Stephanie continued to take him back in her mouth.

Stephanie then slid him back down her throat, most of her saliva sliding
down her throat again. John was getting close, and he told Stephanie this by
grabbing the back of her head and lowering her down to the base of his cock.
Stephanie overrode her gag-reflex and allowed John to fuck her face.
Stephanie took over for him as she again began sliding his dick down her
throat and back up, deep-throating John, as he started thrashing his hips,
Stephanie knew what was about to happen. She pulled him from her mouth, his
cock under a sheath of saliva, and started jacking him off again.

Slowly, Stephanie took his cockhead back in her mouth, and that's when it
happened. John closed his eyes, groaned, and let loose a stream of cum, some
going in her mouth, but most landing on her cheeks, nose and chin. Stephanie
swallowed what was in her mouth, and started to collect the cum on her face
with her fingers. The cum that was on her chin dribbled down and landed in
her cleavage and on her blouse.

John opened his eyes to see Stephanie lowering her fingers to her
cleavage, scooping up the cum, and sucking it off of her finger, making a
low moan and finally stopped and looked John in the eye.

"Well, I really wanted to wear this shirt on TV tonight, but, oh well."
Stephanie said, lifting the shirt above her head. The shirt was so tight that
it pulled her breasts rose almost to her chin, and as she removed the shirt
from her body, her breasts returned to where they had been.

John looked at Stephanie's gigantic breasts, as they were almost right in
his face, and brought his head forward to her left breast. Stephanie sighed
as John took her nipple in his mouth, gently suckling her nipple, while his
tongue swirled around her areola. Stephanie's knees weakened, as John brought
his left hand up, cupped her right breast, and gently pinched her nipple.

After getting a reaction with that, Stephanie guided his hand down to the
bottom of her skirt. Keeping his mouth on her nipple, John took the cue and
snuck his hand up her inner thigh, massaging the inside of her leg, making
her legs quiver in anticipation. As soon as John reached up to her pussy,
Stephanie's knees finally gave way, and she fell forward onto his chest. John
kept the pressure on her special place, but Stephanie pulled her nipple from
his mouth, much to John's dismay. He got over it.

Stephanie stood in front of him, her nipples now pointing directly at
him, and unzipped her skirt. As she seductively wiggled her ass to lower
the skirt, her breasts swayed from side to side, making John even hotter.
Stephanie lowered the skirt to her feet, and kicked it off, leaving her
standing in only her black thong.

John opened his arms to her and she accepted, allowing her ass to be
cupped by his hands, while he took her right nipple in his mouth. Stephanie
threw her head back in pleasure as John continued his attack on her nipples.
Slowly, he lowered his hands to the straps of her thong, grasping them and
slowly lowering her thong away from her pussy and ass. Stephanie made it
easier for him, again removing her rock hard nipple from his mouth, and
pulling the thong, which was at her knees, off.

Now, John got a good look at her body. Her legs were beautiful, smooth,
muscular and very solid. She had a somewhat shaved pussy, not bald, but
trimmed down neatly. Her breasts were round, quite firm, as they weren't
drooping at all, and quite large. Her stomach was flat, no gut or flab there.
As he gave her the once over, he could see that she was breathing quite
heavily. Stephanie made her way back to John, looking into his eyes, her
breasts bouncing without restraint until she reached John.

Stephanie leaned in and kissed John full on the lips, pressing her tongue
into his mouth, swirling her tongue around his, and on the whole, swapping
spit with him. As she did this, she lowered her hips down, until she felt his
cock close to her entrance. Stephanie slowly slid John's cock inside of her
pussy and marveled at the feeling of being impaled on his 8-inch prick. She
broke the kiss only to shriek with pleasure, as John again focused his
interest on her heaving breasts.

Stephanie increased the tempo of raising her hips and shoving John's cock
deeper and deeper into her pussy. John kept up the pressure on her rigid
nipples, and transferred his hands from her waist to her tight ass, gripping
her ass as he began thrusting his cock into her, increasing his tempo, until
he was doing all the work, pumping his prick into her as hard as he could,
causing her tits to bounce even more. Finally, after about five or ten
minutes of this, Stephanie started to thrash around on John's lap.

Knowing what she was doing and what she wanted, John kept fucking her as
hard as he could. He felt his lap get drenched, and Stephanie let out a groan
and squeal, and leaned onto John's chest. She brought her head up to his
shoulder, and whispered in his ear to go slower. John obliged, and decreased
his tempo, until she was hardly bouncing on his prick. John kept fucking her
however and a few minutes later, he felt his balls tighten, and he let out a
grunt. His cum started to ooze into Stephanie's cunt. Stephanie sighed and
laid her head down on John's shoulder.

"What now?" Stephanie faintly said, "What else can we do?"

John was at a loss for words, as he couldn't believe that she still wanted
more. Stephanie answered her own question by getting up from his lap, pulling
his cock from her pussy, and walking towards the bathroom. John watched her
ass sway, figuring that she didn't want any more sex, so he forced himself
up, gradually putting his weight onto his foot, which was still swollen. He
grinned to himself, as that was the starting point behind everything that had
just happened. As he started gathering together his clothes, Stephanie came
out of the bathroom, a towel in hand.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

She still wants more! John said to himself. "Nowhere,' he replied,
"nowhere at all."

Stephanie again seductively walked towards him, her magnificent breasts
bouncing and swaying until she reached him, grabbing the back of his head,
and pulling him down to her face, meeting his lips with hers. Again, their
tongues met, intertwining with each other, as John ran his hands down her
back to her ass, gently squeezing her ass, pulling her closer to himself.

John decided to take charge, he delicately pushed her towards the couch
in the room. As they reached the couch, Stephanie sat down, John pulled her
back up, turned her around, and pressed his cock against her ass, giving her
the idea of what he wanted. Stephanie responded by leaning herself onto the
couch, and allowing John all access to her ass.

John lovingly slid his cock into Stephanie's tight asshole, hearing her
pant in pain, but mostly pleasure, and he stuffed it in at full mast. This
surprised Stephanie to say the least and she let out a groan. John slowly
slid his dick halfway out, and slid it back in, little by little he started
to fuck her until he was crashing his cock into her ass, hearing Stephanie
gasp in delight as he brought his hands to her chest, cupping her tits in
his hands. Meanwhile, Stephanie reached down to her cunt and began fingering
herself.

John kept up his pace, getting close to cumming as he heard Stephanie moan
that she was about to. Stephanie had a huge orgasm, legs shaking, and cumming
on her fingers. John moaned that he was going to cum. He pulled out of her
ass and turned Stephanie around, cumming on her stomach and some on her
breasts. Stephanie sighed and wiped the cum off of her body, licking it off
with her tongue. John sat on the couch, exhausted. Stephanie went back into
the bathroom, and emerged with a bottle of baby oil.

"I got a good idea," Stephanie said, lustily.

John had the idea in the back of his head, but dismissed it, saying that
it was too predictable. But, sure enough, Stephanie squeezed the bottle of
baby oil onto her breasts, getting a rather large quantity on her tits, and
started rubbing her hands over her breasts, lubricating them, and said, "You
want to try?"

John stood up and walked over to her, squeezing the bottle himself,
sending the clear liquid all over Stephanie's bountiful breasts, and running
his hands around them, soaking them in the oil. Stephanie laid down on the
couch, on her back, and John eased his cock in between her mounds. Stephanie
pushed her breasts together, surrounding John's piece with awesome, wet
pressure.

John began sliding his cock between her breasts, building up his orgasm,
as Stephanie moaned her approval. Stephanie started making a game of it,
trying to kiss or lick John's cockhead as it poked out from her bulbous
bosoms. Finally, after John had fucked her tits for five wonderful minutes,
he felt his balls tighten and gasped out, I'm gonna cum! Stephanie egged
him on, and John shot his load all over Stephanie McMahon's breasts, and all
over her face and neck.

Stephanie sighed in contentment, as John coated her with his cum. John
pulled his cock out from between her breasts, collapsing against the opposite
end of the couch, watching Stephanie gather up all the cum over her breasts
and face. Stephanie looked at John with lust in her eyes as she licked her
fingers clean, and seductively leaned into John's face, her spherical breasts
slapping into John's chest, as they were still coated with baby oil, making
them very slippery. Stephanie leaned in and kissed John. Not with the
meaningless passion that she had before, but with an unfeigned feeling that
she had never felt before. Stephanie almost thought that she might actually
like this man.

They stood up, John helping Stephanie to her feet, and walked into the
bathroom. John grabbed a handtowel, and ran it under some cool water. He
brought the towel to Stephanie's heaving breasts, still slick with baby oil,
and began massaging her breasts with the towel. Stephanie allowed John to
clean off her breasts, until they were no longer slippery.

Stephanie again kissed John with passion, broke the kiss and said to him,
"As much as I don't want you to, you really need to go." Stephanie said
sexily.

John agreed as he looked at the clock. 5:30 PM, it read. He dressed, as
Stephanie watched. John finished, and looked at her in the doorway to the
bathroom, naked.

She looked back at him lustily and said, "We will see each other again,
John." She made her way over to her suitcase, and pulled out a piece of
paper. On it, she wrote down her cell-phone number. "Call me whenever you
want, and maybe we can get together." She said, earnestly.

"Oh, and one more thing." Stephanie walked over to the chair, bent over
and picked up her soaked thong. "I'm probably not going to need this," she
said, adding, "but I think that you might like to have it."

John happily agreed, and moved his hand to take it from her, when she
suddenly brought her hand between her legs, and rubbed the thong in the
juices running down her legs, and rubbed it into her sopping pussy. John
grinned as she then handed it to him, with her musky scent on it. Stephanie
then leaned in and kissed John again.

She pulled her face away from his and said, "Call me," and sauntered back
into the bathroom, swaying her ass for him, turning once to blow him a kiss,
before she was out of sight.

John grinned again, and looked at his hands. He held her drenched thong in
on hand, and her cell-phone number in the other. Smiling, he unlocked the
door, and said, "Bye, Stephanie."

"Bye sweetheart," she called back.

John shoved the thong in his left pants' pocket and the number in his
right, opened the door and walked back to his truck. Turning the key in the
ignition, he drove away. As he drove on the interstate, he didn't stop
smiling until he got home.

THE END


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