ToXXXic Ch. 02

In her current state, Roxy certainly didn't look like someone topping for the last time ever. She was cautious at first, hesitant to jump back into this world. But now? Roxanne had definitely found her groove, shedding off that insecure skin and blossoming into a supremely powerful top once again. Roxanne had become the same woman that barged into Mandy Rose's hotel room on that fateful night, and it was absolutely glorious. Glorious to feel on Gigi's end, and glorious to witness if you were Indi Hartwell, someone who should've been focused on the ass in front of her.

Admittedly, The Impressive One was still bumming Jacy with everything she had. But small glances over to see how the younger girl was managing always seemed to turn into awkward stares. Roxy's performance was distracting, it was throwing Indi off of her own. It became very obvious very quickly that something would have to give or change very soon. That was, if Indi was ever going to get Roxy to bend over. So, Indi came up with an idea.

After slowing down her pace and taking a short breather, Indi suggested, "Wanna watch these bitches ride?"

Unsurprisingly, Roxanne was quick to nod and admit, "Sure," which brought a smile to Indi's face. She slowly pulled out of Jacy Jayne and began barking directions.

"Alright, bitch. Time to show what ya can do. Ya gonna ride my cock! Mmmm- bounce that arse up and down! Think ya can manage that?"

"Fuck yeah!" Jacy gleefully explained, semi-out of breath, but no lack of energy could quell her enthusiasm. Indi wandered off, finding a neat little spot on the floor, Jacy following behind.

Meanwhile, Roxanne brought her own movements to a halt, and asked, "Gigi, do you want to ride me?" A question, not a demand; something about that made Gigi even more eager to give her answer.

"I'd love to," she softly admitted. "Let me ride your big, fat cock, Mistress Prodigy." Roxanne followed Indi's lead and pulled out. Both girls took a second to regain their bearings, but before long, they'd joined the other pair adjacently.

Indi and Jacy were already in position, the locker room leader kicking back, her head resting on her muscular arms as Jacy lined that cock up with her already broken-in butthole. With a smile, Indi quipped, "Oi, Rox, ya gonna have Gigi face ya again? Deprive yourself of that fat arse jigglin' in ya face?"

As she took her place on the floor, Roxanne assured, "No, I don't think I will. Gigi, be a dear and take the same position as your friend?"

Gigi shook her head. "She's hardly my friend, but for you, Mistress, I'll do anything," she boldly proclaimed, straddling her mistress in reverse cowgirl position, just as instructed while Indi laid there conflicted.

Part of her was proud to see Roxanne, a young woman she's watched shy away from growth over the last year, be so comfortable in her own skin. Unfortunately, the more comfortable Roxy became, the less likely she was to bend over. But, Indi realized that fucking Roxanne's ass so soon after her very first time topping was probably just wishful thinking to begin with. Reaching, as it was. Probably best left to accomplish another day. A far different day, one where she didn't have to find the urge to bend over and spread her cheeks for Roxy first.

Indi instead tried to focus her mind on the original goal of bumming Jacy's asshole as hard as humanly possible. So, she cleared her head, and allowed Jacy Jayne to do what she does best: go crazy for girlcock. And boy, did she ever!

For her merits, Jacy was as good of a cockrider as she was mouthy. Her movements were A-1, Jacy swiveling her hips every time she dropped that ass down before slowly bringing it back up, putting on a show for her temporary top and also trying to show Roxanne what she was missing out on. The only problem was, Gigi wasn't far behind.

Jacy was good, no doubt, but Gigi was a fair match when it came to skill. There may have been a slight edge Jacy's way in terms of technique, but with Gigi's booty, and all the movement that came with it, technique hardly mattered. It took Dolin a second to get going but, once she did, The PAWG Princess was off to the races, forcing a neck-and-neck affair.

Both bottoms and their respective bottoms were impressive, and naturally, the pair known as Toxic Attraction hardly struggled to capture their respective top's attention. Roxy's eyes were glued to Gigi's magnetic, mesmerizing bum and, in the beginning, Jacy elicited the same response from Indi. But, as per usual, it wasn't long before Indi once again caught a mild case of the wandering eyes.

Wandering eyes that, initially, she told herself carried the intent of checking in on her friend, to see how Roxy was fairing against Gigi's huge, Instagram-famous ass. That's a whole lotta ass meat for one person, much less an inexperienced top...or, at least, that's what Indi told herself. She'd hardly realized that her focus wasn't on Jacy or even Gigi, but rather, Roxanne herself. Before long, those wandering eyes became a little bit more. A short stay turned into an extended vacation.

Indi couldn't pull her attention away from Roxanne; from that face, and that tight young body. More than anything though, it was the overwhelming confident look that Roxy spotted that really had Indi really. Rox looked so sure, so...impenetrable. Like nothing in the world could slow her down. It was a look Indi had longed to see across that beautiful face since the first time they met a year ago and now, here it was, giving off an undesired effect.

Try as she might, Indi Hartwell couldn't ignore it. For all of her efforts, including forcing Jacy to ride, in hopes that the skill at which she moved that poisonous peach would block any unwanted thoughts about The Prodigy. But it hadn't worked, at least not like she could've hoped. Every few minutes, the typically "Impressive" Indi would manage to pry her vision away from Roxanne's cool, confident leisure, only to find herself peeking over again and again.

This, however, did little to stop Jacy Jayne from riding that cock like a true madwoman. Jacy happily bounced up, down, and all around Indi's lap as if it was destined to be the last dick she'd ever have inside of her shapely ass. As a result, the pleasure began to swell inside of her, building and building; the further Jacy fell, the more reckless her riding became. She started grinding harder and harder, wiggling her hips and shaking her ass alarmingly. All the while, heaping praise unto the mistress who couldn't help but think of anyone else.

"Fuck yeah! Fuuuuuuck yes!!!!" Jacy bellowed, groping her round, sizeable breasts. "Thank you, Mistress! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love that huge fucking cock in my goddamn bumhole!!" Indi's attention didn't sway though; instead, it was Roxy who acknowledged Jacy's decree.

With a harsh slap to Gigi's big bum, Roxy questioned, "What about you, bitch? You like my cock as much as she likes Indi's?"

Hell's Favorite Harlot immediately replied, "Yes! God yes!"

Another slap to those pale cheeks as Roxanne asked, "What do you say, huh? What do you say to Mistress Prodigy?"

"Thank you, Mistress Prodigy!!!" Gigi cried out, speeding up her riding in an attempt to match Jacy's. With all that junk in her trunk, bouncing up and down wasn't nearly as easy for Gigi as it was for her tag team partner, but she did the best she could. Naturally, the sight of those gelatinous mounds quaking was enough to bring Roxy's mouth to a water and then some, a feeling relatively new to the NXT Champion but a feeling she welcomed nonetheless.

Not looking to be outshined by her "Shawn Michaels" of sorts, Jacy fired back, "God, I fucking love cock up my ass! Love, love, love it! Am I a good bitch yet, Mistress Indi? Am I being a good bitch for you?"

Thanks to the very best of Jacy's dirty-talking chops, Indi's trance was finally broken.

Hartwell, after a few seconds to regain her bearings, made a similar move to Roxy, slapping Jacy's super-tight bum as hard as she could and praising, "Fucken 'ell yeah ya are! Good bitch! Good fucken butt bitch! Takin' the locker room leader's big fucken cock so good!"

"B...oh God...Better than G-Gigi?" Jacy squealed as her asshole tightened around Indi's cock, her pussy leaking juices onto Indi's lap as it became abundantly clear that in just a few short moments, Jacy Jayne would pop like a helium balloon. Her wreckless cock riding, mixed with Indi's failure to stay involved and keep Jacy measured and focused, meant that an orgasm was approaching far quicker than anyone could've hoped. Now, she was incredibly close...now, cumming was the only thing Jacy wanted.

Not wanting to fall back into that Roxanne-centered trance, Indi answered, "I don't know, bitch! Ya gonna have to show me some more! Don't cum! I know that ya gonna, but I'm tellin' ya, don't do it!"

Jacy winced as the pressured mounted, but ultimately agreed, "FUCK...okay, okay!" Yet, she never stopped impaling herself on that shaft; she never took a que from her tag team partner.

Gigi herself wasn't on the edge, despite how incredible Mistress Prodigy felt inside of her. Unlike her partner, she kept a relatively slow pace, just enough to excite without pushing her past her limit. Roxy's hands guiding her up and down that shaft didn't hurt things either. All in all, their situation was a far cry from Jacy's suffering.

Suffering that, sadly, wouldn't come to an end without a change of scenery. Quite unusually, it was Roxanne, not Indi, who came up with the solution for Jacy's problem. "Switching time!" Roxy announced, bringing Gigi's movements to a halt.

"Wha...switching?" Indi asked, surprised yet following Roxanne's lead, guiding Jacy to slow down and eventually stop altogether.

"Yeah, I think it's time we do a little bitch swap. It's only fair if I spread my alpha love around, right? I got a lot more cock to give, and it'd be a shame if Gigi hogged it all, even if her ass makes her more than worthy of it."

Indi's eyes lit up; taking a turn with Gigi Dolin's massive dumper may be just what she needed. "Hell yeah! I'm down for that! Move along, mate," Indi gleefully agreed, slapping Jacy's tight bum to push the worn-out girl into action. Jayne's body was sore, and her muscles hardly worked, but she found her way to Roxanne, and Gigi to Indi. With Toxic Attraction officially swapped, also receiving an impromptu breather in the meantime, both girls took hold of their new top's cocks, lined them up with their loose, gaping assholes, and impaled themselves.

The former tag team champions both cried out with glee, Jacy notably making a lot more noise than her counterpart, likely brought upon by the euphoria that came with Mistress Prodigy's talented tool. Oh, how she'd missed that cock, even if she'd only had it once! Jacy had spent every night since thinking about Roxanne, and her awesome skills. Naturally, it didn't take long for Jacy to realize that Roxanne was no first-time fluke, and there was no beginner's luck. Roxy was the real deal.

Gigi, more or less, was happy as long as something...really anything, was inside of her ass. Picky is a butt bitch's worst enemy, though much like her partner, she preferred to be in the company of Mistress Prodigy. Though, Indi was a fine top, more than suitable to bounce those fat, pale cheeks up and down for, over and over, at least until things returned to the way God intended.

Yes, Gigi was sure that once Jacy got her pathetic little pity turn with Roxanne out of the way, the NXT Champ would welcome her back. Truly a giving, benevolent Mistress, something Gigi could find herself saying about Mistress Indi, who seemed more focused on everything except her. That didn't make riding her huge cock any less enjoyable, more so, it made watching Jacy aggressively and eagerly riding Mistress Prodigy fill Gigi with jealousy.

Unsurprisingly, Jacy didn't suffer from the same problems as she did when fucking Indi. When her riding got carried away, Roxanne was there to slow her down, and pace herself. She still wanted to cum, but holding out became a lot more manageable with a top who would actually pay attention to her. At least, while she had one, anyway.

It wasn't long before Gigi's premonition came true, and Roxanne called for a return to their original setup. Where she was incorrect though, was Jacy's turn being a simple one and done out of pity. In fact, both girls were traded back and forth like Pokémon cards, until they eventually found themselves back with their original partners after several rotations, alongside a peaking pleasure. A plateau that Jacy would inevitably be the first to fall to.

Jacy held out for a while. Hell, she held out until it hurt. But eventually, the pressure became too much for her to bear. She wanted to cum...she needed to cum but, without permission, she wouldn't be afforded the opportunity without seizing it.

Typically, she wouldn't dream of cumming without permission but...but Indi wasn't even her proper mistress! So, it didn't matter anyway! That, along with several other excuses plagued Jacy's mind as she lowered her defenses and succumbed to the pleasure.

"Ah fuck! Ah fuck! I'M C-C-CUUUMMMMIINNNGGGGG!!!!' Jacy screamed as she let go, her body shaking and shivering as an extremely powerful orgasm laid waste to her insides. Being left on the edge for so long really did a number on her, Jacy's eyes rolling to the back of her head and cum squirting from her untouched pussy sporadically throughout the several minutes-long climax. All the while, Indi couldn't help but look annoyed; ironically, Jacy cumming without permission finally plucked her attention away from Roxy.

Eventually, Jacy collapsed and fell forward from orgasmic exhaustion as Indi laid there solemnly, wallowing in her inability to look superior next to Roxanne, a young woman topping for only the second time. Jacy wouldn't last as the only semi-conscious butt bitch for long though; Roxy was looking to wrap up this party with a bang.

"You wanna cum too, bitch?" The Prodigy asked Gigi, who was quick to shake her head in agreement, her bright orange hair, completely matted with sweat, barely following along.

"Yes please! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Pretty please can I cum, Mistress Prodigy? I've been a good bitch for you, I know I have! Oh God, not like Jacy! I've been the best bitch for you so please, can I cum?!!!" Honestly, Gigi hadn't thought of, or even felt like cumming before being asked, but it was obvious that Roxanne wanted her to; that desire revved up Dolin's engines, bringing her to the point of no return in record time.

Roxanne didn't respond verbally. Instead, she reached out and took hold of Gigi's hair, a handful in each hand, and yanked it backwards. Naturally, the kinky bitch groaned with delight, but that groan was the last conscious action she was able to squeak out before everything blended together. Once Roxanne started pumping her hips upwards, it was a wrap. Gigi turned on the autopilot and shut her brain off.

Their skin smacked together, emulating the sounds of a vicious thunderclap, Gigi's pale, fat ass cheeks clanging against Roxy's tan, juicy thigh meat. Both worked together in perfect harmony, with Roxanne's thrusts complementing Gigi's booty work and, subsequently, bringing Hell's Favorite Harlot to an unimaginably satisfying conclusion.

Unlike her partner, Gigi's orgasm was far more subtle. She didn't squirt, nor did she scream and holler uncontrollably. Rather, her pupils dilated, bringing a cold blankness to her heavenly gaze. So eloquent, so beautiful, so broken was Gigi Dolin as everything peaked. A fitting crescendo from a woman who'd waited weeks for a repeat performance with the NXT Women's Champion, the newest anal sex prodigy in WWE.

Where Jacy remained conscious at least conditionally, Gigi did not. When all was said and done and the dust had settled, Gigi was out like a light, the only thing keeping her from knocking her pretty little head being Roxy's grip on her bright orange locks. Eventually, Roxanne slowly moved her up and out of her lap, easing Gigi's lifeless body onto the floor, next to her tag team partner.

"Well, that was fun," Roxanne stated, wiping sweat from her brow as she rose to her feet, her measly 5'1" of height nothing compared to the human tower who stood beside her.

Grinning, Indi agreed, "Sure was. See? See why ya should keep toppin'? This is the kinda fun I have on a daily basis!"

Roxy drew a warm smile and placed a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Thanks, Ind. I'm glad I let you talk me into this. But, I really do think it's best if I stick to the same routine I've been using. You get where I'm coming from, right?"

Indi couldn't help but look confused. "Really? After all that, ya just gonna move on? What the 'ell!?"

"Why are you so surprised? I told you this was the last time?" Roxanne reminded, ignorant to the reasons why her persistence struck a chord with the locker room leader. Indi, quite obviously, was so impressed with Roxanne's topping ability, so smitten with The Prodigy's raw talent, that the idea of throwing it all away offended her. Someone as good as Roxy shouldn't be depriving herself from fucking bitch ass, Indi's consistently wandering eyes were proof of that.

"I just...I thought you'd changed your mind, ya know?" Indi admitted. "Ya seemed really into it."

Roxy smiled again and replied, "Well, to be honest, I was. Like I said, it was a lot of fun. And...maybe down the line, if someone ever comes around who's actually good enough to beat me for the title, and things calm down? Maybe I'll rethink quitting while I'm ahead."

Indi shook her head in frustration. Like everyone else in NXT, fucking Roxy's ass someday, down the line was a big dream of hers. Naturally, that can't happen if Roxanne hangs up her harness so to speak, but that wasn't the only reason, either. Indi wanted Roxanne to top because, for the better part of the last year, Roxy had chosen the life of an outcast.

Chosen to be different, to buck the trend and, in doing so, had developed a poor reputation amongst the other girls. As Roxanne's friend, the only real friend Roxy has in the locker room since things with Cora "backstabber" Jade fell through, Indi wanted that reputation turned around. It was for her own good and yet, Roxanne was going out of way to stop Indi from helping. At this rate, Indi was going to have to act fast if things were going to change.

Roxanne reached for her strap-on harness, in preparation of removing it. As her hands grasped the sides, Indi spoke up suddenly. "WAIT!!" She yelled, stopping Roxy dead in her tracks, a minor success. Now came the "acting fast" part.

"I promised to make it worth ya while if ya helped me...we're not done until I fulfill my promise," Indi reminded, strutting over to the couch. Upon arrival, she bent over the cushions, shooting Roxanne a lustful grin as she looked back and undid her own harness, allowing to glide down her smooth, tan legs. "I always keep my promises, Rox. So, before ya quit for good, I...I think ya should fuck my arse."

Roxanne's jaw dropped. Several seconds passed before she finally found the words to speak. "I-Indi...what are you doing?" Honestly, Indi wasn't sure herself. But, bending over was the first thing that came to mind in regards to keeping Roxanne in the hierarchy, and the only surefire option she appeared to have.

Indi wiggled her fat ass, the cheeks jiggling from side to side as she reiterated, "Well, I'm tryin' to get ya to fuck my arse! C'mon, Rox, I owe ya one, remember?"

"B-But, why? You're a top, right? Why bend over for me without making me really earn it first?"

"You ask too many questions, mate," Indi stated, giving her delicious rump a playful smack to further entice. "Nobody's perfect. Thanks to bets, almost everyone's bottomed before, ya know? I've had my fair share, just not willingly. But we've got no audience, nobody to judge, ya know? Gigi and Jacy are out cold!"