Chapter One
He hated these affairs! Hated them! He hated giving his time, giving himself. Worst of all, he hated this friggin monkey suite! He felt like a seven foot monkey! Then he grinned. Guess technically, that would make him an ape!
He was tired, he was sore, he was grouchy. He was ready for a few days off at his house and a proper loving. Not some of this "run in" kind of sex, as he called it.
Since Sara had started wrestling, that is all she had time for, wrestling! Or so he thought! Boy was he stupid! Amazingly she always had time for her new trainer she had hired. Hired with his money too, he might add. Then he walked in on one of their "training sessions." HAH! More like a porno session in progress! All he had been able to get from her lately, if anything, was a real quickie, or maybe a half hearted attempt at a blow job. Nothing fancy! Then she told him she had fallen in love with the little bastard. He could give her things Mark never could. AAHHHH shit! What difference did it make now?
Chapter Two
This little party at Vince's house was an appreciation celebration after Wrestlemania for all their hard work and dedication. He did it every year. It was always a formal thing. The men with tuxes and the women with their strings on trying to see who could show the most skin. Not that skin was a bad thing, as DDP would say, definitely a good thing. But usually all that skin was attached to plastic bimbos and fake boobs! And tonight, he wanted a warm, willing real live woman. He didn't want a quick fuck. He wanted a proper loving.
He scanned the room looking at all that skin! Maybe asking for a little romance, a little tenderness was too much to ask.
"If this night don't get over with so I can get out of this friggin suit! Jesus! Why does he do this to us?" the voice behind Mark's back belonged to his good friend Glenn Jacobs, or Kane. Mark just grinned. He was glad to hear he wasn't the only one who felt this way. He knew that Glenn had a flight out after this little party.
"You ready to go home to that beautiful wife of yours, aren't you?" Mark asked grinning.
"Oh God! You have no idea! I have been on this trip for over 2 weeks!" Glenn moaned.
Mark laughed out loud. "I would say it sounds like we are just a little bit horney!" Mark said taking a drink of his Jack and water.
"Well, I would say I am hornier than a ten balled cat!" Glenn said fidgeting with his tux. Mark almost choked on his drink! That must be pretty damned horney! He and Glenn both had to laugh.
"I'll tell you what, dude! Tell your wife the first orgasm is from me, cuz I sure as hell won't be gettin any anytime soon! You can be the 'orgasm donor"." Mark said. "No way! Get your own girl to be an orgasm donor with! Like that one over there!" Glenn pointed to a lovely blonde chatting with Bradshaw. Lovely! She was fairly new to the WWF and worked with several different people coordinating the split.
"Oh yeah, her. I think her name is Rox." he thought. "Hell, dude! It is pretty obvious she will talk to just about anyone! She is talking to Bradshaw, ain't she?" Glenn laughed.
"Whatever, man!" Mark said as he took his drink to go to her. "If I don't see you again, I hope you get more sex than you can handle! And knowing you, I'm sure you will, you lucky bastard!" Mark said, shaking Glenn's hand.
He leisurely strolled over to the blonde. Bradshaw had walked away from her and she was fanning herself slightly. Her cheeks had a faint flush to them. It was definitely warm in here, he thought.
She looked beautiful in a teal green watered silk dress, off the shoulders, tight fitting thought the bust and waist, the slightly flaring at the waist and puddling in a silken heap at her feet. Her blonde hair hanging in soft curls.
He took a deep breath! Jesus! He could smell her from here! Clean. Warm. Perfumed. Aroused. He had to wonder, the way that dress molded to her, what in the blue hell she had on underneath it?
Well, there was certainly one way to find out. Wasn't there?
Chapter Three
Damn! What in the blue hell was wrong with her? She never came on to men! Never! "The next time I make a road trip like this, I'll be sure to pack my rabbit dildo!" she said, muttering to herself. She had no idea that anyone was in close enough range to hear her.
A soft voice from behind her said, "That sounds like a good idea, darlin. You mind tellin this ol boy from Texas exactly what that is? A rabbit dildo? Don't think I've ever seen one of them!"
She turned around to face one of the biggest men in the WWF, The Undertaker!
She immediately started looking all around her, eyes looking directly at the floor. He got concerned.
"What's wrong, darlin? What are ya lookin for? Did ya drop somethin?" he asked her, suddenly concerned that something could be very wrong with her!
He had gently taken her arm and pulled her to him to still her frantic searching. She looked into his beautiful green eyes.
"Actually, I am looking for a hole to crawl in! I can't believe I said that out loud! I can't believe that you snuck up behind me that quietly! God! I'm so embarrassed!"
She was horrified! Her cheeks flushed, attractively. He would love to see her body flushed this prettily after he had made her cum!
He threw back his head and laughed out loud! What a nice laugh he had. "Darlin, I've seen just about everything, and heard it too! Nothin surprises this ol Deadman anymore! I won't tell a soul if you will just tell me what that thing is?" he was still grinnin.
"Look, Vince is callin everyone for dinner. Will you be my partner? That is, if you haven't already promised to sit with anyone. I'd love to keep talkin to ya, get to know ya. You're such a pretty little thing! What cha say, darlin? Make an ol Deadman happy." he said.
He extended his arm for her to take. "Will ya?" he asked quietly.
She slipped her arm through his massive one. "I'd love to." she said smiling softly. Who could resist the ol Deadman?
Chapter Four
Dinner was wonderful. The food excellent, as always. The conversation, delightful. She didn't tell him what a rabbit dildo was.
She found him to be warm, witty, utterly charming and extremely intelligent. The longer they were together she found him incredibly sexy! Which might not be a good thing.
They talked and drank champagne like old friends, both extremely comfortable with each other. Glenn watched them from across the room, seeing how comfortable Mark was with her, and she with him. Maybe he could be an orgasm donor after all!
After dinner there was music and dancing. The dancing along with the champagne flushed her cheeks again. She asked Mark if they could go outside for just a bit, as it was pleasantly warm outside. Most unusual for this time of year.
Mark saw the gazebo further out on the lawn close to the lake. He asked if she wanted to go there to talk, away from everyone. She had to lift the hem of her dress to walk across the grass to the gazebo. Mark could see her high heels and her slim ankles under the dress. His mind wandered to what might or might not be under that dress.
He had consumed just enough liquor to be even more daring than usual. As they were walking out through the lawn, her ankle turned causing her to stumble slightly. Her ankle ached. She leaned on Mark's hard body to steady herself. The feel of him electrifying against her own body.
He noticed her limping slightly, so he eliminated that problem for her, by picking her and that damn dress up, swinging her up in his massive arms and carrying her to the gazebo. She held tightly to his neck, her small frame molded to his larger one. Their heat consuming them both.
He stood in the center of the gazebo holding her tightly, gazing into her eyes.
"Mark, you can put me down now. I am ok." she said softly.
"NO! Wanna keep holding you like this. You feel good." he whispered against her curls.
"Well, at least stand me on my feet so your arms won't break!" she laughed. He breathed in sharply as he released her body to slide down his. He kept her facing him as he let her slowly slide down him, feeling him all the way down. Both of them breathing hard. She kept her arms locked around his neck, pulling him to her, applying enough pressure for his head to move towards hers.
"Mark, kiss me, please." she whispered. He grinned in the night and very gently kissed her lips, running his tongue along the seam of her lips. She responded by allowing him access and tightening her arms around his neck. He caressed down her back with his huge hands, loving the feel of her body and her dress. He reached her bottom, kneading her through the fabric of her dress, easing her closer to his throbbing erection. He couldn't stop the moan from escaping his mouth.
"Little girl! There's nothing under that dress!" he exclaimed! She had to laugh out loud at his observation. As he leaned down to ravage her lips again he whispered softly against her mouth, "I've been going out of my mind wonderin what you had on under this dress!" His kisses becomming out of control.
"Well, now you know!" she whispered back!
Chapter Five
The kissing continued along with the touching. There was ragged breathing, moans, and many groans. She had never felt quite this way before in her life. Her skin was on fire! She felt there wasn't a patch of skin on her body that didn't burn. And that little secret place between her legs pulsed, just as her heart did. Mark felt the intensity, just as she did.
The damn dress was beautiful, but there was entirely too much of it! He had worked his warm hands along the silk of her stockings. He could feel the creamy wetness on his fingers and the need to taste heron his tongue was overwhelming.
He pulled his hand out from under her dress, seeing his fingers drenched with her essence. He licked and sucked his fingers clean. She visibly trembled at his blatant display of sexuality.
She was lost! She needed him as she had needed no other man. He looked in her eyes and knew this. He easily walked her to the bench in the gazebo, his eyes never leaving hers.
He sat her down on the end of the bench and pushed her slightly to let her know to lay back. She was in a fog and had no idea what he intended to do to her until he pulled her dress up to expose her creaminess to the moonlight. She had a beautifully manicured muff, just as he like them, and he damned near exploded himself at the sight of her laying exposed to him and the elements.
He could see her glistening sex in the moonlight, could see it pulsing, just beggin for him to kiss. She realized his intent and tried to stop him, but the feelings they had created were too intense, too strong. She couldn't stop him or herself if she wanted too!
He lowered his head to her throbbing little nub, breathing in the scent of her arousal. He took his tongue and lapped hungrily at her already drenched lips, but never touching her pulsing center.
"Darlin, put your legs over my shoulders." he rasped out. She did as he told her and he pulled her further to the edge of the bench, exposing all of her to him. He teased her, cajoled her, finally licking and suckling on her until she exploded in a shuddering mass! Her cries of delight spurring him on.
He sat back on his heels watching her lay there still exposed to the moonlight, her breathing returning to normal.
But neither of them saw the big man who had slipped softly through the shadows to watch!
Chapter Six
He still had 2 hours before he had to actually show up at the airport to catch his flight home. Damn! He didn't think this night would ever be over!
A lot of the guys were all having bourbon and cigars after dinner. But Glenn was restless. He looked for Mark and Rox, but they were nowhere to be found. Maybe they had hooked up somewhere. They looked very cozy during dinner. They were dancing afterwards too. Then they just disappeared into the night.
Beautiful night too! Cool, but not too cool. Unusual for this time of year. He put his hands in his pockets and decided to walk to the gazebo that looked over the lake. Maybe that would relax him.
The moonlight was bright and lit the way perfectly for him. As he got closer to the gazebo, he could hear moaning from a man and a woman. He stopped dead in his tracks. Someone was gettin some! Damn! It wasn't him either!
The moaning continued, louder, comming from the gazebo. The moaning now turning to outcries of pleasure as the woman obiviously had an orgasm!
In the moonlit gazebo he could see Mark with his head between her legs, her dress bunched up around her waist. Then he saw Mark sit back on his heels, obviously letting her catch her breath. Glenn could see her glistening sex in the light. The she raised her arms to him in a silent invitation to come inside her. Glenn's stoic resolve crumbled!
Mark unzipped his pants and pulled his engorged penis from within. He eased between her legs, sliding into her body. The sight of Mark easing into her was way too much for Glenn! And before he knew what had come over him, he was standing in the shadows of the gazebo with his own penis in his hand. Stroking steadily as Mark was stroking the woman!
Now this was obviously not quite the same sensation Mark was feeling, but Glenn had always been one that could improvise!
Chapter Seven
"Oh Jesus, darlin!" Mark breathed as he eased his straining cock into her tiny hole! "Baby, you are so small, so tight! God! So wet!" he moaned as inch by inch he sunk deeper into her.
"I'll try not to give you more than you can take baby! OOOHH God! This is soo good!" he moaned as he kissed her breathless.
Her legs wrapped around his back allowing him deeper access to her body. Loving the feel of him sliding in and out of her body. He was so big, and filled her so full! This wasn't gonna last long!
Her soft moaning for him to go deeper, harder, was Mark's undoing, and Glenn's. He could hear all too well her pleading . He couldn't take his eyes off his big friend as he pumped in and out of her. Each stroke of his penis bringing them closer and closer to bliss. Each stroke of his big hand doing the same for him!
He felt the tingling in his balls, signaling a major release for him. The moans from Rox telling Mark she was cumin! And he was telling her the same thing. Of course, Glenn couldn't utter a sound for fear of getting caught watching.
They all 3 came at the same time. Mark spilling his creamy essence into Rox, and Glenn spilling all over the ground! Damn! That was just what he needed, for now.
Glenn just stood there quietly in the shadows of the gazebo trying to catch his breath and slow his racing heart down. And hopefully, not get caught in the meantime!
Chapter Eight
After a few minutes, Glenn got enough sense about him to put his now softening penis back where it belonged. Drink! He needed a good stiff drink! Stiff! OOOHHH! Not a good choice of words.
He could see the lovers still intertwined in the moonlight. Still touching and sharing kisses. Glenn felt so guilty at spying on such a private moment. He had to get out of there!
Mark still had her in his embrace, not ready to let her go.
"I know you are new to the WWF, and this crazy life, and believe me, this is not usually how I meet women. I couldn't resist you. I feel I have connected with you, but I want to do things proper. Will you come back to the hotel with me? Let me give you a "proper" loving?" he asked.
They had gotten up, straightening clothes as they went. She was confused. She thought she had just been loved about as properly as you could be. The delicious ache between her legs was sure "proper" enough for her. He could feel her hesitation. He pulled her into his massive arms, kissing her softly.
"I'm not just an old Deadpan, darlin. I want a little romance, a little tenderness, a proper loving. Candles, a big bed. And I want that damned dress off you! I want to see all of your body." he said.
He held out his hand. "Come with me darlin, let me show you." he whispered softly. A proper loving. This she could handle.
She took his hand and together they walked out of the gazebo, and into the night.
The End
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