Bad Interview - Sex Stories

Bad Interview

... victims to echo throughout a room, and a bottom's bottom to jiggle obscenely, and eventually turned bright red. Which was definitely what happened here.

Cathy Kelley wasn't a Liv Morgan pain slut by any stretch of the imagination, but if she was in the right mood, it could be a massive turn on. And oh, Rhea Ripley could easily put her in the right mood for that, and being reunited with her felt like a special occasion, one in which they should indulge in this particular brand of foreplay.

Especially given the look on The Nightmare's face made it crystal clear she was enjoying every single second of this. And fuck, did it feel good to be pleasing a dominant woman again. Especially with her ass. Oh God, it felt like Cathy could cum already, simply from the exquisite mental high, and even the pain. And especially, her wet pussy grinding against Rhea's muscular thigh with every strike.

However, if she was being honest with herself, Cathy was glad it didn't get that far, as nothing made her cum like Rhea Ripley fucking her in the ass with a strap-on. Or her fist, or a number of other things she liked to shove up there. Although to be fair, while Cathy had been deliberately naughty, it wasn't enough to earn the very worst from The Nightmare. Or the best, depending how you looked at it.

Either way, after a few long minutes of a hellacious butt beating, Rhea abruptly stopped, in favour of just admiring what had to be a bright red ass at this point. Then, she ...

... delivered one final strike, just to emphasize certain words. And because it was fun.

"Go and get me a strap-on, bitch!" Rhea ordered, emphasizing 'bitch' with that aforementioned strike, "Mmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhh, get me something that I can fuck you with right here, right now."

"Right here?" Cathy squeaked nervously, looking around the thankfully empty corridor.

"Did I stutter?" Rhea questioned, once again using strikes to emphasize her orders, "Do it now! Mmmmmmmm, and don't keep me waiting. Believe me, it will be worse if you do."

"Yes, Mistress Rhea." Cathy whimpered softly, struggling to obey.

"And don't cover yourself." Rhea quickly added, "Ooooooooooh, I want everyone to see what happens when a bitch annoys me."

"But Rhea, I..." Cathy began, before a look from Rhea had her thinking better of it.

"Go!" Rhea growled sternly."

"Yes, Mistress Rhea." Cathy whimpered softly in reply again, and blushed bright red, as she was forced to do as she was told.

It was very, very tempting to disobey this order. After all, she had only just got this job, and she didn't want to lose it. Then again, she wasn't the first woman to walk naked down the halls of a WWE event. And she wouldn't be the last. Hell, she should probably be grateful that her ass was only bright red, not gaping open or filled with a butt-plug. Although she would definitely pay for the latter soon.

Of course, on her way to and from the room, she passed members of the crew, and even a couple of WWE ...