Maryse Ouellet strolled confidently into the diva's locker room and licked her lips. Beth Phoenix had her back to her and for a few glorious seconds Maryse got to admire that big fat ass of hers, encased in a pair of tight jeans, that fabric hugging juicy flesh and practically begging Maryse to fuck it. And she would. Oh oui, soon that fat ass would be hers...
Disclaimer: I do not own 2 Broke Girls. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Hearing that annoying little bell for what felt like the millionth time today Max quickly ran over to the couch, curtsied and asked, "Yes Ms Channing?" "My tea's cold. Get me another one." Caroline said dismissively, not looking up from her phone. "Right...
Lisa Moeschen’s large, floppy boobs hung on each side of her skinny chest as she lied on her slender back watching Bob Fisher’s huge testicles descend to her mouth. She was twenty-five and had lost her virginity to Bob, a painter ten years her senior whom she said she loved, and did in a way, but really considered him little more than a man who licked her te...
It was almost summer and the end of school. Five black male seniors mostly went by their nicknames, Stick, Junk, Van, Chill, and Gem. All five black boys wore gray or khaki dress-code school slacks, tee shirts, and sneakers. They were tall athletic-looking, and had short haircuts. Two had just turned eighteen, one was eighteen-and-a-half, and two were nine...
Mrs. McNeil paced back and forth nervously in her classroom, as she pressed out the wrinkles in her dark blue dress slacks. She wondered to herself, 'Am I making the right choice? Is he too young? Am I too old...or fat...or unattractive...or....' - she shook her head and inhaled deeply. The thought of continuing to cheat on her husband and possibly destroy h...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Asuka or Alexa Bliss or Ember Moon or Mickie James or any other former or current WWE women. ***** Ember Moon had just won her first championship in the biggest wrestling organisation in America, the WWE. More accurately, the NXT women's title, which was actually more prestigious than the titles o...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Maryse or Bayley or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * Bayley was in the second stage of grief, and she wasn't sure she'd ever leave it. She'd taken a series of devastating losses throughout her career, but for her, this one was the fin...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Maryse or Becky Lynch or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Author's note: This is a sequel series to Maryse's Love Of Fat Ass. ***** "What a disgrace." Maryse grimaced at the sight of Becky Lynch of all people holding up both women's ti...
Note: "Megan" has read this story and approves. Here I was, driving north on 33. Daddy was driving faster than the rest of traffic, and catching up to the truck ahead of us. I tensed. Daddy moved the wheel to swing past the truck and touched a button in his jacket. A jolt went up my body from my pussy from the toy he had taped in there before we got in the...
By 2009 Trish Stratus had no desire to return to the ring full-time but it was an incredible thrill to come back for one match just to hear the roar of the crowd. She had just been in one of those comeback matches, this being a six-man inter-gender, and her team had won and she loved every minute of it. She had also loved guest hosting RAW which had given he...