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50 Shades of UKFF: an Erotica Competition


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Just read my scenario, it's interesting to say the least.

On a side note i have to say i'm gutted to be going up against Houchen in the first round because i don't think i've got a chance in hell of beating him off given what he does for a living but i suppose i can but try, no sense throwing in the towel this early and whatnot.

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APA: Always Pounding Ass

 

“Bah god, King, Bradshaw almost took Bubba’s damn head off with that Clothesline from Hell!” screamed JR. The three count was academic, and after a hard hitting war with the Dudley Boyz, Bradshaw headed backstage with his APA tag partner/drinking buddy, Faarooq.

 

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“What the fuck was that, Bradshaw!”

 

John “Bradshaw” Layfield looked up from untying his wrestling boots. His eyes met a pair of tanned, shapely legs that appear to keep going up to the heavens. Eventually, though, his gaze met the eyes of Stacy Keibler, and she was pissed!

 

“What can I do for you, little lady?” Bradshaw asked in his casual Southern drawl.

 

“I want you to apologise to Bubba Ray. There was no need to work that stiff! And that clothesline… just so stiff! In WCW, we never took liberties like that.”

 

“Well, in case you haven’t noticed, Stace, this ain’t WC-dubya. This is the WWF, you’d best get used to stiff clotheslines and pounding in the ring.” Bradshaw said this last sentence with a self-satisfied smirk.

 

“What are you getting at?” Stacy was pretty na

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I like 'Tensai's small but fat penis' ...it fits so perfectly.

 

Fucks sake, everyone's at it.

 

I'll never look at Ryback now without thinking of him feeding poor Barry Horowitz more.

 

Fucking hell, I didn't even clock that, muse be left in my brain from writing my story earlier.

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PIPER'S PIT

 

It was moist in the dressing room, and Roddy Piper let the cooling breeze from the air conditioner swirl around his glistening, erect penis. It had been like this the whole tour - unbearable, searing heat, making each and every crevice a damp and greasy cavity. Now, they were sitting in the dressing room ahead of another Piper’s Pit segment, waiting for their call. “They” were Piper and Jimmy Snuka, who had been travelling together now for nearly a year. Snuka was barmy, and often relieved the tension, and expelled his sexual urges, by needling a hole into a coconut and thrusting his cock into it, leaving each nut an oozing container of congealed sperm.

 

“Have you seen her tonight?” said Superfly?

“Who?” replied Piper.

“Sherri. My God, she’s looking hot tonight. That woman could make Taker get a hard on.”

“Ha ha. I’ve got a Pipers Pit with Ted tonight, she’ll be on that won’t she?”

“Yeah man, she will. Fuck me, you gonna do that spot you normally do with her?

 

Piper smiling as he turned down the air conditioner with one hand and grasped his tool with the other.

 

“She’s going to get something sensational tonight.”

 

Snuka smiled, finished picking a hole in his tropical love implement, and slowly slipped his Fijian Fuck Stick into the hairy hole. Piper strapped on his kilt and ran his bony fingers through his long hair, all the while feeling the rough fabric of the ceremonial cloth touching the tip of his semi erect penis, thinking of giving Sherri a Million Dollar Dream she’d never forget.

 

The segment was going much as planned, only when Sherri lifted Piper’s kilt, to laugh as she always did, she came back up with a wicked grin on her face. “Later, your dressing room,” she purred. Piper swallowed.

 

Later, a knock came on Piper’s door. He’d be doing some knocking of his own shortly. He opened the door. Sherri pushed him against the wall and rubbed her hands over his bare chest, and then slid it underneath the hem of his kilt.

 

“You want this don’t you Piper, you’ve wanted this since WrestleMania seven haven’t you? I saw you under that kilt earlier, and I know you want it!” Sherri was wearing her outfit from the 92 Royal Rumble, with the frontage laced up. Her boobs were glistening with sweat under the laces. Piper was mesmerised. He grabbed Snuka’s needle and slid it between Sherri’s boobs. He used it to cut the laces and her dress fell to the floor. Naked apart from high heels, she stooped, and as she lifted Roddy’s kilt, her mouth grew Wide as she took it like a piper on the streets of Glasgow.

 

She ripped the kilt off, swirling and sucking his immense Scottish pork sword. Finally, his warm, gooey spunk doused her in the face, over her tits, and ran down her body towards her fanny.

 

“Just when you think you’ve got all the answers, I change the questions,” he bellowed.

 

“I just have one question,” said Sherri. “How soon before you can go again?”

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