Chapter 11: Muscle Tension (Trish Stratus)

"Looks like you overdid it again, honey."

A playful smile plays over the lips of the former multi-time WWE Women's champion Trish Stratus. Her bright eyes shimmer and she looks at her sparring partner. Trish wears an outfit which is simple, but at the same time shows off a lot of her sexy body. A black sports bra, tight yoga pants, and no shoes, with her hair clipped back to show her pretty face. The man in front of her starts rubbing his arm.

"Just a bit of a sprain."

"Why don't I take a closer look at it. Sit down?"

Harry sits down on the mats on the ground of the gym. Trish puts a hand on his shoulder and runs her hand up it for a few seconds.

"Maybe I should take your shirt off to see if I can look at it better?"

"Go ahead."

Trish reaches on the underside of his shirt and pulls it up over his head. Harry's hair goes over the place. The scars on his back and shoulders do not deter Trish from thinking he's absolutely sexy. She can run her hands over Harry's firm and muscular body for days.

"Tell me if it hurts anyway. You might be right. It might be a spray."

Trish's soft palms press against Harry's back and neck. She rubs circles around his neck and back. Trish pulls down and puts her right hand on his chest to rub it down that way as well.

The sexy competitor rubs her hair against's neck along with her beautiful hands. Feeling Trish rub his rock hard body makes another part of Harry more than rock hard. Something she does not take too long to notice."

"Well, it appears that I found the muscle with the most tension. Why don't I see what I can help you do?"

She pops Harry's manhood out of his shorts in a second. The long rod stands ball in the air. Trish's breasts push against his back and an arm slithers around his waist. She reaches on the underside of his balls and cups them. Harry lets out a breath in a hiss.

The beautiful woman fondles his balls. Trish Stratus cups his balls in Harry's hands and makes him close his eyes. The feeling of her breasts, first clothed and then bare against his back also sends the friction to them.

Trish dabs some oil on the back of her left hand and slides it around the base of Harry's cock. She squeezes his balls and pumps his cock. The feeling of his manhood growing sends a tremor through her body. A warm pulse comes through her pussy and she dreams of having this man inside of her.

"Are you feeling good?"

"Always with you. I love your hand."

"Sweetie, you're going to love more than my hand after it's all said than done."

Harry can barely wait. Trish grinds her hand repeatedly up and down on Harry's massive prick. The stiffer it gets, the more she plays and works with it. She works his pole like a well seasoned pro. Feeling the swelling only increase in his body until Trish is about ready to finish him off.

"I know you want to cum for me. And I know I want to feel you cum. Why don't we let all of that tension out in one big blast?"

"Damn, Trish, you're so fucking hot. I can't help and cum for you."

"Most can't help themselves. But, I want you to cum. I want to see your cum shoot in the air and all over those mats. That would be so hot."

Trish cranks his manhood and Harry groans even more. He does not want to tap out right now, although tapping her is on the cards. Regardless, the tightening in his loins and the feeling in his abdomen swells with pleasure. Trish strokes his balls and cock to make sure he cums.

A rapid fire stream of seed blasts off into the air and splatters all over the gym mat and all over the floor right beside him. Trish hangs onto him, cranking on his manhood and squeezing down on his balls.

Harry succumbs to the talents of Trish's slick and oily left hand. She pumps his cock until it can take no more and his cum slows down to a leak.

A second later, Trish scoots over so she's sitting in front of Harry. Their bodies touch together and Harry's eyes drift down to Trish's bare chest. Harry pulls his attention away from those golden globes and then puts a hand on Trish's backside. He reaches down her panties and grabs her black thong by the scream. A snap causes Trish to smile at him.

"Why don't we get down and dirty? Or would you like some more love on that muscle tension."

Trish lathers her tits with oil and causes Harry's eyes to grow wide. Not to mention his cock springs up and touches Trish on the underside of her belly. Trish moves back to allow his cock to run up the front of her body. She grabs Harry by the prick and grinds it.

That sweet belly button is good enough to fuck just as much as anything else. Harry grabs her chest and growls in her ear.

"These are mine."

"You want them. Take them! Maul them, fuck them!"

Trish's buoyant breasts ensnare Harry's manhood in them. The burning seductive gaze of Trish Stratus locks on Harry's massive cock as they slide between her tits. Feeling his meat sliding between her orbs makes Harry groan the deeper and faster Harry crams his cock inside of her.

"Fuck those tits! Fuck them hard!"

Harry mauls Trish's breasts, never once giving up. Those soft breasts clamp down onto Harry and make the sweat dribble down his face. He always enjoys a good work out and these breasts really are working out for him. Harry hangs on and goes in deep, over and over again, rapid fire pummeling her. His balls crack against Trish's chest and make her moan out in pleasure.

Trish closes her eyes and breaths out. Feeling Harry's large balls slap down on her chest with Harry pulling his cock out from between her chest and then slamming inside of it. He rapidly attacks her cleavage with a good hard fucking.

"Your breasts are so good. I can fuck them all day."

"Yes! Pound me. Give me what I need you big cocked fucker! Show me why you're the champion of fucking!"

Harry pinches her nipples and this sends Trish's squeals over the top. Her eyes glaze over the faster and faster Harry rams into her. Any muscle strain is forgotten, all he can do is hammer her chest and get himself closer.

Another push, and Harry launches his load over her. Watching himself paint Trish's breasts with his seed is only an amazing feeling. Harry pulls on her nipples and rocks Trish's cleavage causing her to moan.

Trish bites down on her lip in the most sensual manner and keeps taking Harry all the way to the end of the road. Two more long ropes of seed anoint her breasts. It always gives Trish a blow. She gives Harry a filthy smile before pulling away form him.

"Mmm, you know how to treat a lady right, Harry."

She scoops up a massive breast and slurps the seed off of them. Watching Harry's lustful gaze only makes Trish hornier. She'll have him between her thighs and fucking her brains out in no time flat. Right now, she spends plenty of time teasing Harry and fondling her chest back and forth.

Finally, Trish crawls, crab-style on the ground. She rests on her elbows with the legs spread.

"Pull them off."

Harry pulls Trish's pants off and relieves her of her tongue. Her perfect pussy spreads out. Trish runs a hand down her body and fondles it. She stops and cups her pussy.

"Won't you come and wrestle with me?"

Trish bites down on her lip and Harry climbs between her legs. Trish shows her amazing flexibility and spreads her legs out for Harry. Harry scoops them to the air. His big hard cock is up against her and is about ready to drive into Trish. Harry puts a hand on the back of Trish's leg and gears up for her.

He takes the plunge and makes Trish howl out in pleasure. Twelve inches of meat pierces Trish's wet and hot pussy. His throbbing balls ht her instantly.

Harry enters heaven. Something that many fans would give their right nut for, to be balls deep into Trish Stratus. Her sexy body writhes underneath him. Harry rears back and rams into Trish. Pumping his big cock into her body and sending Trish flying over the edge.

Trish clutches at Harry and pulls him in by the hand. He's as deep into her as possible. Splitting Trish open on the point of his cock results in her screaming louder and louder. She keeps begging for Harry's cock and he keeps smashing Trish faster, grinding up against her.

"You're going to cum for me. Cum for my big cock. I'm the only one who can make your feel this way."

"Yes, I'm your slutty champion. And you are going to make me feel so good with your big cock."

Harry brushes Trish's hair away to show her sexy face. It really fuels his desire and gets his blood pumping. The only thing which matters is hammering Trish, touching her body and everything. He knows all the ways to get Trish Stratus moaning and dripping. He pushes down and really sends her over the end.

The toe curling actions makes Trish tighten up around her lover's cock. Open and close her walls go, rapidly milking Harry. To the point where sweat splatters on her face and makes Trish just groan. A hand grabs the back of Harry's neck and Trish claws him like an animal in heat.

"You must really be choking for this."

A pulse of sexual energy tightens Trish down onto him. Harry's in and out of her, and she cannot keep up with the rapid rate of his thrusts. She hangs on rather well and flexes her walls around him. Trish loses all control of herself when Harry's standing up and then leaning into her neck. He sucks on the pulse point while he fucks Trish.

Harry gets Trish in a position, folding her up. A second later, he pulls back.

The position shifts with Trish standing on her hands while Harry fucks her hard. The blood rushing to Trish's head from this handstand position only increases the build up in her. It's almost like a volcano is about to go off in her body.

Harry squeezes Trish's perfect ass and fucks the former champion harder. She maintains the perfect balance, arching her back ever so slightly. This sexy position only encourages Harry to go to town on her.

Her pussy is so smooth and velvety. Harry crams his cock into her, getting closer and closer. The size of Harry's balls show just how much he has to offer.

The next play has Harry laying on top of Trish, making out with the bombshell and feeling her up, while fucking her relentlessly. Trish shows just how much she is willing to take by taking as good as she get. Her tight walls close down on him and she moans in his ear.

Harry kisses down her neck and then moves in to suck her ear.

"Such a knockout."

Trish cannot help but smile and quip.

"Never worked in that company, babe."

Harry laughs and sucks Trish's neck to drive her completely insane. He strokes her neck and sucks at it, making Trish breath out and simmer down. She cannot help and give him pretty much everything, squeezing and releasing him. He responds by worshipping her breasts, a good thing indeed.

The next few minutes sends a friction between them. Harry does not slow down, rather he speeds up and fucks Trish with relentless fury. He's all over her and she's all over him. Trying to make the other receive enough pleasure to really have the time of their lives.

Trish gushes all over his tool and he's inside of her. The size of his balls make her tense up and she moans in his ear. She wants Harry to come and tightens the grip around his waist. Her legs pull him in tight.

The next few minutes result in Harry and Trish going at it like rabbits. Trish's back creates a huge sweaty smear on the gym mats where Harry's manhood assaults her and stretches her out.

The tension releases in her loins and sends a pulse of warm juices up at Harry's cock. He's in Trish and about ready to lose it.

"My turn."

"Yes, give it up. Give it to me! I don't care….I just want you to cum inside me! Give me what I want."

The next minute up until the point where Harry makes a huge mess in Trish is nothing but a blur. Harry pastes Trish's pussy and leaves her sexy body rocking up and down from the depths he drives into her.

Harry rides Trish to a conclusion. Her jiggling chest does little to discourage Harry. Rather, he rides his orgasm out to the end, making sure to finish Trish up.

Trish shudders to a stop. Her thighs sign with pleasure and she almost finds herself whimpering at Harry pulling out of her. She misses his cock already.

"I think we got in our workout today, champ."

Harry leans out and grabs Trish by the hand. He helps her up and they lean in to kiss each other.

"Just like old times."

Harry agrees and scoops Trish into his arms and carries her off to the changing room.

"I'm not finished with you, yet."

She squeals into a kiss with Harry fondling her ass. It will not be too long before Harry's back inside and fucking her, until the sun comes up.

End.