Oh My God


Written By Jaime

 


Victoria watched David Bautista enter his locker room before Monday Night RAW.  She smiled and rubbed her hands together excitedly.  Boy did she have plans for him.  She quickly found a stagehand to deliver a message to his locker room, informing him that he had a meeting in Eric Bischoff’s Office before the show.  It was only noon, David was always one of the first to show up and she knew Eric wouldn’t be here for hours.  She quickly made her way to Eric’s office to begin her plan.

 

She smiled as he entered, already dressed in his tight wrestling shorts and an Animal tee shirt. 

 

“Eric?”  She heard him yell in the room, from her place just inside the bathroom.

 

She couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

 

“Victoria?”  She heard him say, as she stepped into the room in a red teddy.

 

“David”  She said, letting the feather she had in her hand trail across one of his cheeks.

 

“Are you feeling okay?”  He asked.  “Where’s Eric?”

 

“I feel wonderful.”  Victoria said, smiling.  “Eric won’t be able to make it.  It’s just you and me.”

 

“What?”  David said, walking toward the door.

 

Victoria quickly let the whip hit him lightly on the ass.

 

“What the hell:  David asked.

 

“I want to play.”  She said, grinning.  “Did you want the whip?”

 

She was surprised when David smiled and gave in so quickly.

 

David grabbed a handful of her hair and leaned her over the desk.  He slapped her, lightly at first, on her ass, pulling the edge of the teddy up to expose her bare ass.  He felt himself getting harder as she moaned.  He quickly slapped her once more, a little harder that time.

 

“h David.” She moaned, biting her bottom lip.

 

He grinned and slapped her one more time, wincing when he saw the mark on her right butt-cheek.  He slowly rubbed it lightly then leaned down and place a light kiss on it.

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{Put me on the table
Make me say your name
If I can't remember
Then give me all your pain

I can sit and listen
Or I can make you scream
Kiss it and make it better
Just put your trust in me}

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”David please.” Victoria begged.

 

“lease what?” David asked loudly.

 

“lease fuck me.” Victoria replied, anxiously.

 

“ou know what, you’e been a naughty girl.” David smiled.  “ think you need to wait a little longer.”

 

David let one finger enter her wet entrance and begin to tease it.

 

“I’m going to take my sweet time with you.”  He whispered in her ear.

 

“Oh my God.”  She moaned, as he let another finger enter her.

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{Oh my God
Move a little slower
Oh my God
What was that again?
La da da
Let me feel you baby
Let me in,
Cause I understand

(Let me feel you baby, cause I understand)}
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David turned her around and set her up on the desk and he pulled Eric’s chair up in front of it.  He quickly let one of Victoria’s legs sit on each side of his shoulders and placed kisses up to her hot, wet entrance.  Once there he blew light breathes on it, causing her to wither around.

 

“Sit still.”  He ordered, smacking the side of her leg lightly.

 

She let her head fall back and a hand grab his hair as she felt his tongue begin to tease her clit.

 

“Oh David.  Please.”  Victoria begged, trying to push his head to where she wanted him.

 

“I said I’m in charge.”  David yelled, smacking the side of her ass roughly.

 

“Yes sir.”  Victoria said, smiling.

 

Finally after what seemed like hours David let the tip of his tongue enter her.  Victoria laid on her back as David pulled her bottom closer to him and let his thumb gently tease her numb.

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{I understand all
But climb my sugar walls
Promise all, this dissolves with the solvent known as spit
Lickety lick, not so quick
It's a slick ride, make my meat slide, cause we're all pink inside

This can be really easy
It doesn't have to be hard
Here baby let me show you
I'll have you, climbing up the walls

You've got all the problems
I think that I can solve
Why don't you come in here baby
Why don't we sit and talk}

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After minutes Victoria felt her orgasm hit her and David quickly pushed her legs off the chair and stood, unbuttoning his pants furiously.  After his wrestling trunks were down Victoria reached down and began to tease his erection lightly with her hands, letting a thumbnail lightly scratch up the bottom side of it.  She smiled as David let his hands trail down the valley between her breasts to her belly-button ring then stopping.

 

“Do I need to show you where to put that?”  Victoria asked.

 

“I know where the entrance is.”  He laughed, letting two fingers enter her.

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{I understand
Now let me show you where to put that hand
My little red engine says I think I can, I think I can'
I got your coochy coo how ‘bout you?
I got your coochy coo too

(Da da da da)
(Oh my God em, Oh my God em }

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Before long David knew he wouldn’t be able to take much more.  He swatted Victoria’s hand off his erection and drug her off the desk.  She was about to question his actions when he leaned her over the edge of the desk, placing one of her legs on the chair, and entered her forcefully.  He slammed in and out of her.  The only sound in the room was their breathing and the sound of his balls slamming against her.  He grabbed hold to a handful of her hair, pulling her head back towards him so that he could lightly bite the top of her back and her neck.  He let his other hand pinch her nipples and kneed her breasts.  When he felt like they were both about to explode he grabbed hold of her hips with both hands.  As her climax came on and he felt her walls tighten around him, he too climaxed.  He stood there for a couple of minutes waiting for his breathing to even out and then, as quickly as he’d entered her he was gone.  He pulled up his wrestling trunks and left the office.

 

Victoria looked at the door as she put her regular clothes back on and wondered if they’d ever do that again.

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