WrestleCrap Fan Fiction Theatre Episode 2: "The Secret Life Of Michelle McCool"

"The Secret Life Of Michelle McCool"
Written by Princess976
Performed by Sir Alec Heineken to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata (in C-Sharp Minor), First Movement Adagio sostenuto

She stared at her reflection in the mirror and gave herself a secret smile. If any of them knew they would be shocked. Plus it's more fun to keep it a secret. Her secret. Her deepest darkest guilty pleasure. Not even Maria her very best friend knew this secret. Ever since joining the WWE she had indulged herself. Every city a different random person.

People would be shocked. Shocked that the oh so pristine Michelle McCool has hot dirty sex with a random guy in every city. She usually used her current SuperStar crush to pick the kind of hook-up she made. Right now, CM Punk was the only thing on her mind. So she was looking for tattoos and piercings. She was not very picky, so it didn't take her long to decide who she wanted. She saw him before he saw her. She got up from her table and put herself in his path, and made sure he bumped into her. She fell to the ground. He of course helped her to her feet. After about a million apologies, she flashes her made for TV smile at him. "I'm fine, really. Don't worry."

"Are you sure you're ok?"

“Of course. I’ll probably just be a little sore from hitting the ground so hard.”

“I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you."

"Make it up to me? How?”

“However you want.”

Michelle seized her chance.“You think you’re man enough to make me feel better.”

“I know I am.”

“Confident. I like it. Meet me later tonight.”

“Ok, where?”

“My hotel. Hyatt by the airport room 436 here’s the key.”

She went to room 436 to await her tattooed friend. At quarter after he slipped into the room. “I’m sorry im late.”

“No talking.” She had strict rules after her trysts had begun. No talking, she didn’t want anykind of emotional connection to them, strictly physical. She liked to be in charge. She grabbed him and helped him take his shirt off. She was pleased to see that his body was rock hard. She unzipped his jeans and fell to her knees in front of him. She always made sure that this was the first thing she did. Sheknew she was very good at oral sex. She knew this was probably the best blow job he’d ever had. She counted on it. Men were easier to work withafter you gave them head.

She stripped and went to the bed. She beckoned him to her. He went to her and took her nipple in his mouth and gently bit down. Michelle moaned out loud. She pushed his head farther down. When he was exactly where she wanted she put her legs on his shoulders and locked her ankles. He had no escape. He dove his tongue into her wet pulsating beaver. Michelle couldn’t believe her luck. This guy knew exactly how to eat her. He knew when to suck and when to lick. She could feel herself about to climax. When she did he licked up every single drop of her love then he slid his hard as steel love missile into her waiting silo. He pulled her up on her knees and entered her form the back. Michelle had to grab the headboard to keep from hitting her face. Her tattooed lover thrust harder until it almost hurt her. Then he pulled out of her.

He laid down on his back and looked at her. He guided her around to sit on his chest then pushed her head toward his still hard boner. Michelle eagerly took all of him into her mouth while he dined on her juicy honeypot. He licked her dry then got dressed and left without a word.

The End.

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