Flashback Friday!
Herrington was the 6'1, 245 lb pornstar who gained instant fandom with his bodybuilder physique. He appeared in many videos and even became a popular Japanese meme with his erotic wrestling matches before his tragic death. McMahon, the 6'2, 248 lb, former CEO of WWE, had wrestled more than a few matches back in the day, loving to show off his muscular body that rivaled those of some of the younger wrestlers who worked for him.
The scandal of paying off former female employees that got McMahon ousted from his company could have been worse for the former CEO. There was one payment that was never discovered. Back in 2000, McMahon hired the porn model Herrington for a night, initially just to wrestle, but as always with McMahon, one thing led to another...
Before the match, McMahon greets Herrington in the locker room, "Hey there, Billy," he says with a tone of familiarity, like he is a meeting a friend from high school for the first time in years.
"Hey," Herrington recognizes McMahon, who is still in his suit.
Before the match, McMahon greets Herrington in the locker room, "Hey there, Billy," he says with a tone of familiarity, like he is a meeting a friend from high school for the first time in years.
"Hey," Herrington recognizes McMahon, who is still in his suit.
McMahon feels up Herrington's bicep, "Look at that muscle. This is gonna be good. I got you something to wear. Meet me out in the ring."
Herrington is intimidated by what the CEO wants to do in the ring, but the money is too good to pass up.
McMahon starts to walk away, "Oh yeah, don't forget the baby oil."
Herrington finds the item McMahon asked him to wear, a black and silver thong with straps -- a mankini. Herrington reluctantly puts it on, wondering how it'll stay on for the duration of their match, and then realizes maybe that's the point.
Herrington heads out to the ring, surprised not to see McMahon waiting for him. Just a bottle of baby oil. Herrington squirts some out and rubs it on his chest while waiting for his competitor. Music starts playing and he turns to the ramp to see McMahon, now shirtless, strut down to the ring in his black business pants.
McMahon enters the ring dripping in as much baby oil as Herrington. He puffs his chest trying to intimidate Herrington, but all Herrington can think is how quickly he wants to get this over. McMahon then flexes both his biceps, "You think you can handle this?"
Herrington shakes his head trying his hardest not to say what's on his mind: Whatever you say old man.
McMahon enters the ring dripping in as much baby oil as Herrington. He puffs his chest trying to intimidate Herrington, but all Herrington can think is how quickly he wants to get this over. McMahon then flexes both his biceps, "You think you can handle this?"
Herrington shakes his head trying his hardest not to say what's on his mind: Whatever you say old man.
McMahon circles around the ring, eying Herrington, pleased with how the mankini looks on him. Herrington makes the first move, an abrupt kick to the gut, that has McMahon bending over in pain. He then grabs McMahon's head in a side headlock, squeezing McMahon's skull around his bicep.
"Ohhh, Billy..." McMahon groans as Herrington tightens his flex.
McMahon fights back with a couple punches to the stomach, not really inflicting any pain, but doing the trick of getting Herrington to break the hold. McMahon then shoves Herrington into the corner and charges after him with a shoulder block, and another, and another. Then he steps back admiring the beaten hunk struggling to stay standing up. McMahon comes forward with a backhand slap across the chest, making Herrington wince. He then hits a back elbow to the head followed by whipping Herrington across to the opposite corner. McMahon runs after him, but the pornstar swings both legs up, nailing McMahon in the kisser. The CEO staggers backward, fighting to stay upright and Herrington bursts out the corner with a clothesline, ending the struggle. McMahon hurries back to his feet, but Herrington connects with a dropkick, sending him stumbling backwards into the ropes. Herrington chases after him thinking he's got control. but he walks right into McMahon's elbow. The CEO swings his fist, but Herrington ducks, getting behind him. He then gets his arms between McMahon's and puts him in a full nelson hold.
"Ahhhh... Billy..." McMahon cries out.
Herrington only grunts back, trying to force the CEO to submit or pass out, whatever comes first. McMahon knows he's in trouble, finding it hard to move as Herrington has him overpowered. The only thing he can do is twerk his ass back into Herrington's crotch. He goes at it, rubbing his ass up and down, in a circle, startling the pornstar. That gives him an opening and McMahon pushes them back into the corner, squashing Herrington against the turnbuckles, breaking the hold. McMahon then turns around and pinches both of Herrington's nipples making him cry out in pain.
"What's the matter Billy? This too much for you?"
Herrington shoves McMahon back, getting the CEO on his knees. He then gets behind him and drills his knee into his back as he pulls McMahon's arms back.
"Ahhhh!"
Herrington can't tell if McMahon is in pain or if he likes the abuse. Probably a mixture of both. McMahon's turning red, but he's getting horny by the challenge. He slowly steps up and twists their arms around, shoving Herrington away. Herrington comes right back at him, but McMahon ducks, flipping him over with a back body drop. He hits an elbow drop and then grabs Herrington's leg, turning him over. He then sits on the pornstar's ass holding him in a single leg Boston crab.
"Ohhh, Billy..." McMahon groans as Herrington tightens his flex.
McMahon fights back with a couple punches to the stomach, not really inflicting any pain, but doing the trick of getting Herrington to break the hold. McMahon then shoves Herrington into the corner and charges after him with a shoulder block, and another, and another. Then he steps back admiring the beaten hunk struggling to stay standing up. McMahon comes forward with a backhand slap across the chest, making Herrington wince. He then hits a back elbow to the head followed by whipping Herrington across to the opposite corner. McMahon runs after him, but the pornstar swings both legs up, nailing McMahon in the kisser. The CEO staggers backward, fighting to stay upright and Herrington bursts out the corner with a clothesline, ending the struggle. McMahon hurries back to his feet, but Herrington connects with a dropkick, sending him stumbling backwards into the ropes. Herrington chases after him thinking he's got control. but he walks right into McMahon's elbow. The CEO swings his fist, but Herrington ducks, getting behind him. He then gets his arms between McMahon's and puts him in a full nelson hold.
"Ahhhh... Billy..." McMahon cries out.
Herrington only grunts back, trying to force the CEO to submit or pass out, whatever comes first. McMahon knows he's in trouble, finding it hard to move as Herrington has him overpowered. The only thing he can do is twerk his ass back into Herrington's crotch. He goes at it, rubbing his ass up and down, in a circle, startling the pornstar. That gives him an opening and McMahon pushes them back into the corner, squashing Herrington against the turnbuckles, breaking the hold. McMahon then turns around and pinches both of Herrington's nipples making him cry out in pain.
"What's the matter Billy? This too much for you?"
Herrington shoves McMahon back, getting the CEO on his knees. He then gets behind him and drills his knee into his back as he pulls McMahon's arms back.
"Ahhhh!"
Herrington can't tell if McMahon is in pain or if he likes the abuse. Probably a mixture of both. McMahon's turning red, but he's getting horny by the challenge. He slowly steps up and twists their arms around, shoving Herrington away. Herrington comes right back at him, but McMahon ducks, flipping him over with a back body drop. He hits an elbow drop and then grabs Herrington's leg, turning him over. He then sits on the pornstar's ass holding him in a single leg Boston crab.
"Ahhhh..." Herrington can't believe how much it hurts.
"Come on Billy, just admit defeat. Tap out for Daddy."
The way McMahon refers to himself as Daddy makes it impossible for Herrington to tap out. He takes a breath and then uses all of his energy to pull forward and grab the bottom rope. He grips it for dear life, forcing McMahon to release the hold.
"Come on Billy, just admit defeat. Tap out for Daddy."
The way McMahon refers to himself as Daddy makes it impossible for Herrington to tap out. He takes a breath and then uses all of his energy to pull forward and grab the bottom rope. He grips it for dear life, forcing McMahon to release the hold.
McMahon stands back watching the pornstar slowly get up, admiring all his sweaty muscles. He goes to grab Herrington by the head, but the pornstar smacks him and wraps his arms around McMahon's waist. He then lifts the CEO up off the ground, squeezing him with a bearhug, roaring with intensity.
McMahon rubs his lower back as their bodies remain pressed together. Herrington roars again as he adjusts the hold, like he's trying to snap McMahon's back in two. As much as he's in McMahon can't help but get hard being in Herrington's arms. As much as McMahon wants to stay like this, he's getting light headed. He punches Herrington in the head to set him down, and another to let him go. But Herrington immediately grabs him again, lifting him up and dropping him down on his knee with an atomic drop. McMahon lurches away in pain, but doesn't get too far as Herrington grabs him again and slams him down. The pornstar then slides on top of him, hooking the leg, but McMahon punches out after a two-count.
McMahon rubs his lower back as their bodies remain pressed together. Herrington roars again as he adjusts the hold, like he's trying to snap McMahon's back in two. As much as he's in McMahon can't help but get hard being in Herrington's arms. As much as McMahon wants to stay like this, he's getting light headed. He punches Herrington in the head to set him down, and another to let him go. But Herrington immediately grabs him again, lifting him up and dropping him down on his knee with an atomic drop. McMahon lurches away in pain, but doesn't get too far as Herrington grabs him again and slams him down. The pornstar then slides on top of him, hooking the leg, but McMahon punches out after a two-count.
Herrington stands back up first, waiting for McMahon to get upright before lunging at him. McMahon ducks away, trying to focus and regain control. Herrington lunges again, this time McMahon kicks him. He then steps up to him and puts his right hand on Herrington's shoulder and nails him with a series of knee strikes, backing him into the ropes. McMahon then bends down and scoops Herrington up, slamming him back in the middle of the ring. He then goes to the turnbuckles and leaps off with a flying legdrop, connecting. McMahon knows he could probably pin Herrington now, but he wants to make sure he wins. He pulls Herrington up by his hair to his feet and then knees him in the gut to get him to bend forward. Then he wraps his arms under Herrington's and hits him with a Pedigree. Herrington flops down on the ring, too exhausted to fight back as McMahon rolls him on his back, folding him in half as he pins him. Smiling as he counts, "One, two, three."
Herrington remains on his back, staring at the ceiling, his heart pounding from the intensity of the match. McMahon is not your typical 55 year old man, that's for sure.
"Don't feel bad about losing, Billy," McMahon says. "In fact, I think you're going to enjoy it."
McMahon kneels over Herrington's face and pulls down his pants, revealing his hard cock. "Open wide."
Herrington opens his mouth and McMahon slowly fills him with his dick, pushing in until he's poking the back of the pornstar's throat. Herrington slowly pushes the dick out of his mouth, slow to take it back in again.
"Come on Billy, you can do better than that."
McMahon grabs him by the head and skull fucks relentlessly. The pornstar gags and chokes, his face turning red, but McMahon refuses to back down. Finally after five long minutes McMahon releases him saying, "If that hole doesn't like dick, maybe your other one will."
McMahon stands up, freeing Herrington to crawl away. The pornstar moves backward to the corner, using the ropes to pull himself up, not taking his eyes off McMahon.
"You're trapped in the corner now Billy," McMahon says approaching him.
Herrington wraps his arms around the top ropes and swings his legs up to kick McMahon, but the CEO catches them. "Why are you doing that for? The match is over."
McMahon sets Herrington's legs on his shoulders and pushes in toward him, his dick finding its way to his hole.
"Ahhhh..." The pornstar scrunches his eyes shut as a quick burn rips through him.
"Just breathe in through your nose and out your mouth," McMahon instructs.
The pornstar exhales slowly.
"That's it, Billy," McMahon says, "Let Daddy take care of you."
McMahon snaps his hips, pushing his cock deeper into the pornstar. Herrington's head tilts back, his eyes widen -- it actually feels good? McMahon rocks back and forth slowly, letting the bodybuilder relax a little.
"See? That feels nice, doesn't it?" McMahon says.
Herrington nods nervously, knowing he's under McMahon's complete control.
"That's it," McMahon nods back. "Like I said, you're going to enjoy this."
The CEO snaps his hips again, this time Herrington shows no signs of pain. And so McMahon keeps it up, building momentum with steady strokes that keep on coming.
"You're so tight, I fucking love it," McMahon says with a grin.
"Uhhh, uhhh..." Herrington moans out in reply. "Fuck me, come on."
"Oh you want more?"
McMahon loves a challenge, and so he squeezes his grip on Herrington's legs as he pumped faster into him. Herrington's chest bounces with each penetration, his hard dick flopping from side to side. McMahon growls louder as he fucks harder, trying to make Herrington's chest bounce higher with each thrust.
"Uhhh, uhhh, uhh..." Herrington sounds like he's in a trance.
"Yeah, you like what Daddy's giving you?"
"Uh huh..."
"Well, I've got more for you," McMahon says dropping Herrington's legs and stepping back. "On your hands and knees."
Herrington steps forward, slightly dazed from all the dick, and obeys McMahon's command. McMahon kneels behind him, smacking his ass so hard it leaves a red mark.
"You ready for more Billy?"
Herrington takes a breath and nods. Even though it's not blocking his hole, McMahon rips the mankini off of him and shoves his dick back in him, no hesitation this time.
"Uhhhh..." Herrington is startled, but relaxes quickly.
The arena is soon filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin as McMahon nails him with a brutal pace. Herrington grunts and groans, taking McMahon's dick with stride.
"That's it Billy, take it!" McMahon barks.
While he continues to thrust into the pornstar he runs his hands up and grabs on to Herrington's shoulders, speeding up his pace even more. Each thrust fills Herrington up, McMahon's balls slapping into him, before pulling out and stuffed back in.
"Uhhh, yeah, yeah," Herrington grunts, still arching his back perfectly despite the pounding.
McMahon slams him into harder, stabbing his prostate again and again. Waves of pleasure rip through the bodybuilder, an amazing feeling, that has his hands shaking. McMahon grunts with each thrust knowing he's delivering pure bliss.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
McMahon tugs on the hair on the top of Herrington's head, tilting his head back.
"Come on Billy, I can't hear you."
And with the next penetration that nails his prostate Herrington yelps out louder than ever. McMahon releases his hair and shoves him flat on the ring, continuing to hump him.
"Fuck your hole is still so tight," McMahon says, in awe of his bottom.
He lays on top of him thrusting deep in, like he's trying to stab a hole through the ring. Herrington's prostate is going off like an alarm, the feeling so intense he can't utter full words anymore. McMahon feels a burning sensation in his lower stomach, and instantly knows he's not going to last much longer. With that he gives Herrington everything he has left to give, a frenzy of thrusts that draw out long, continuous moans from the bodybuilder.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna come," McMahon announces.
He shoots his first load inside the pornstar, feeling Herrington's ass clench up against his dick. He then pulls out and shoots his rest of his load on to the pornstar's perfectly round ass.
"Fuckkkkkk..." McMahon moans out, tweaking his nipple with his left hand as his right hand continues to jerk off.
When he finishes he slaps his dick on to the ass, using it to spread his seed around. As he gasps for air Herrington rolls over and and starts jerking off, not taking more than a few seconds before announcing his own climax.
"Here I come," he warns right before his warm, white load squirts on to his chest and abs.
He strokes furiously as more and more cum shoots out, a sizable load finally unleashed.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh..." Herrington gasps trying to collect his breath.
When it's finally finished he lets go of his dick and remains on his back, shivering from the experience.
McMahon then leans forward and laps up the cum, licking down Herrington's chest, to his abs, to his cock, sucking the head dry. When he's finished he moves over Herrington's face, admiring the smile he brought to the pornstar, before pressing their lips together.
"If I'm not mistaken, I think you enjoyed that just as much as I did," McMahon laughs.
And with that McMahon stands back up, gathering his clothes and marches back to the locker room, proud to know that at the age of 55, he still has it.
"Don't feel bad about losing, Billy," McMahon says. "In fact, I think you're going to enjoy it."
McMahon kneels over Herrington's face and pulls down his pants, revealing his hard cock. "Open wide."
Herrington opens his mouth and McMahon slowly fills him with his dick, pushing in until he's poking the back of the pornstar's throat. Herrington slowly pushes the dick out of his mouth, slow to take it back in again.
"Come on Billy, you can do better than that."
McMahon grabs him by the head and skull fucks relentlessly. The pornstar gags and chokes, his face turning red, but McMahon refuses to back down. Finally after five long minutes McMahon releases him saying, "If that hole doesn't like dick, maybe your other one will."
McMahon stands up, freeing Herrington to crawl away. The pornstar moves backward to the corner, using the ropes to pull himself up, not taking his eyes off McMahon.
"You're trapped in the corner now Billy," McMahon says approaching him.
Herrington wraps his arms around the top ropes and swings his legs up to kick McMahon, but the CEO catches them. "Why are you doing that for? The match is over."
McMahon sets Herrington's legs on his shoulders and pushes in toward him, his dick finding its way to his hole.
"Ahhhh..." The pornstar scrunches his eyes shut as a quick burn rips through him.
"Just breathe in through your nose and out your mouth," McMahon instructs.
The pornstar exhales slowly.
"That's it, Billy," McMahon says, "Let Daddy take care of you."
McMahon snaps his hips, pushing his cock deeper into the pornstar. Herrington's head tilts back, his eyes widen -- it actually feels good? McMahon rocks back and forth slowly, letting the bodybuilder relax a little.
"See? That feels nice, doesn't it?" McMahon says.
Herrington nods nervously, knowing he's under McMahon's complete control.
"That's it," McMahon nods back. "Like I said, you're going to enjoy this."
The CEO snaps his hips again, this time Herrington shows no signs of pain. And so McMahon keeps it up, building momentum with steady strokes that keep on coming.
"You're so tight, I fucking love it," McMahon says with a grin.
"Uhhh, uhhh..." Herrington moans out in reply. "Fuck me, come on."
"Oh you want more?"
McMahon loves a challenge, and so he squeezes his grip on Herrington's legs as he pumped faster into him. Herrington's chest bounces with each penetration, his hard dick flopping from side to side. McMahon growls louder as he fucks harder, trying to make Herrington's chest bounce higher with each thrust.
"Uhhh, uhhh, uhh..." Herrington sounds like he's in a trance.
"Yeah, you like what Daddy's giving you?"
"Uh huh..."
"Well, I've got more for you," McMahon says dropping Herrington's legs and stepping back. "On your hands and knees."
Herrington steps forward, slightly dazed from all the dick, and obeys McMahon's command. McMahon kneels behind him, smacking his ass so hard it leaves a red mark.
"You ready for more Billy?"
Herrington takes a breath and nods. Even though it's not blocking his hole, McMahon rips the mankini off of him and shoves his dick back in him, no hesitation this time.
"Uhhhh..." Herrington is startled, but relaxes quickly.
The arena is soon filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin as McMahon nails him with a brutal pace. Herrington grunts and groans, taking McMahon's dick with stride.
"That's it Billy, take it!" McMahon barks.
While he continues to thrust into the pornstar he runs his hands up and grabs on to Herrington's shoulders, speeding up his pace even more. Each thrust fills Herrington up, McMahon's balls slapping into him, before pulling out and stuffed back in.
"Uhhh, yeah, yeah," Herrington grunts, still arching his back perfectly despite the pounding.
McMahon slams him into harder, stabbing his prostate again and again. Waves of pleasure rip through the bodybuilder, an amazing feeling, that has his hands shaking. McMahon grunts with each thrust knowing he's delivering pure bliss.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
McMahon tugs on the hair on the top of Herrington's head, tilting his head back.
"Come on Billy, I can't hear you."
And with the next penetration that nails his prostate Herrington yelps out louder than ever. McMahon releases his hair and shoves him flat on the ring, continuing to hump him.
"Fuck your hole is still so tight," McMahon says, in awe of his bottom.
He lays on top of him thrusting deep in, like he's trying to stab a hole through the ring. Herrington's prostate is going off like an alarm, the feeling so intense he can't utter full words anymore. McMahon feels a burning sensation in his lower stomach, and instantly knows he's not going to last much longer. With that he gives Herrington everything he has left to give, a frenzy of thrusts that draw out long, continuous moans from the bodybuilder.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna come," McMahon announces.
He shoots his first load inside the pornstar, feeling Herrington's ass clench up against his dick. He then pulls out and shoots his rest of his load on to the pornstar's perfectly round ass.
"Fuckkkkkk..." McMahon moans out, tweaking his nipple with his left hand as his right hand continues to jerk off.
When he finishes he slaps his dick on to the ass, using it to spread his seed around. As he gasps for air Herrington rolls over and and starts jerking off, not taking more than a few seconds before announcing his own climax.
"Here I come," he warns right before his warm, white load squirts on to his chest and abs.
He strokes furiously as more and more cum shoots out, a sizable load finally unleashed.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh..." Herrington gasps trying to collect his breath.
When it's finally finished he lets go of his dick and remains on his back, shivering from the experience.
McMahon then leans forward and laps up the cum, licking down Herrington's chest, to his abs, to his cock, sucking the head dry. When he's finished he moves over Herrington's face, admiring the smile he brought to the pornstar, before pressing their lips together.
"If I'm not mistaken, I think you enjoyed that just as much as I did," McMahon laughs.
And with that McMahon stands back up, gathering his clothes and marches back to the locker room, proud to know that at the age of 55, he still has it.
They meet back in the locker room again with McMahon wearing his business pants, a tanktop, and a big grin while holding a leather thong for Herrington to put on, "I got a present for you..."
Herrington, already wearing spandex shorts, snatches the thong away and tosses it to the corner, "I came prepared."
"Oh, someone's talking a big game today," McMahon responds, turned on by the pornstar.
"Don't worry Vince, I won't hurt you."
"Don't worry Vince, I won't hurt you."
"Oh, are we going to do this back here, are we?" McMahon says.
Herrington nods, his guard down. McMahon lunges at him, going for his legs, but Herrington wraps his arms around McMahon's stomach. The two push each other down to their knees, but neither lets go. Herrington then rolls McMahon over on his shoulders for a pin and yells out, "One, two--"
McMahon lifts his shoulders up and rolls back, still quite spry despite his age.
"Somebody's upset about losing last time?" McMahon taunts.
Herrington keeps his hands up, not letting the CEO get to him. McMahon rips off his tanktop, showing his beefy chest and then lunges again at the pornstar's thighs, but instead of trying to take him down, he tugs Herrington's shorts down. Herrington drops to his knees and wraps his arms around McMahon's torso, squeezing him, but McMahon doesn't seem to mind, using his free hand to spank the pornstar's exposed ass.
Herrington responds by grabbing McMahon's crotch, "Ahhhh!" McMahon yells out, a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Herrington then rips McMahon's pants off, tossing them on to the leather thong. McMahon doesn't seem the least bit embarrassed being naked, in fact, he seems pleased. He tackles Herrington, bringing him on his back. Herrington rolls over to crawl away and the CEO yanks off his shorts completely. Herrington stands back up, now also naked, turning to face McMahon, who holds up Herrington's shorts for a sniff.
"Is this some pre-cum I smell? You getting turned on Billy?"
Herrington then charges at McMahon, grabbing his balls and giving them a squeeze.
"Ahhhh!" McMahon leans forward, trying to cover himself.
Herrington then spanks McMahon a couple of times before lifting him up with a pump handle slam and planting him in the middle of the locker room floor.
"Ahhh, fuck!" McMahon moans out, the first time he truly sounds just in pain.
Herrington kneels down on McMahon's back and pulls both his arms back, drilling his knee into his spine. As their asses rub together McMahon yells out in pain, kicking his legs out.
"You want to give up old man?"
"Never!"
Herrington shoves McMahon forward and drops down next to him, choking him with his legs in a scissors hold.
"Is this what you wanted Daddy?"
"Arghhhh!" McMahon turns red, shaking his head.
The CEO uses his hand to push Herrington's leg off him and squirms free, but Herrington still has a grip on his other hand. McMahon gets on his knees, trying to get some leverage on Herrington, and when that doesn't work he punches him in the gut. Herrington releases McMahon's hand, and grabs at his torso, bringing McMahon back down on his back. Before Herrington can grab at him again, McMahon wraps his legs around Herrington's waist, squeezing him hard.
"Ahhhh..." Herrington winces.
The pornstar's face turns red, but he doesn't tap out. He sits forward and grabs McMahon around the waist and stands up getting him in a bear hug.
"UGHHHH..." McMahon yells, his pain echoing off the locker room walls.
Herrington lifts him higher, squeezing him tighter. McMahon's dick gets hard as he cries out in pain.
"You like that Vince?"
McMahon places both his hands on Herrington's chest, trying to push himself back, but Herrington's hold on him is firm. McMahon still shakes his head, showing no signs of surrendering despite his pain. Herrington drops him down hard. McMahon tries to crawl away, but Herrington falls to his knees and grabs his ass, dragging him back towards him. He then wraps his arms around McMahon's head in a Masterlock and wraps his legs around McMahon's thighs, pulling him back over him as he reclines on his back.
"You quit?"
"No!" McMahon chokes out.
Herrington squeezes his legs around him tighter, his dick pressing up against McMahon's ass. There's no way McMahon can break out of the hold.
"Submit?"
McMahon gags some more, but refuses to surrender.
"Huh? Huh?"
McMahon's whole body is turning red.
"Okay, I quit. I quit," McMahon gasps.
Herrington releases him from the hold and McMahon rolls over on to his stomach, sore from the abuse.
Herrington kneels in front of McMahon's face, pulling him by his hair to lift his face off the mat. "Don't feel bad about losing, Vince," he says with a smile. "In fact, I think you're going to enjoy it."
"No, no--" McMahon tries to protest, but Herrington pulls McMahon's mouth over to his cock, stuffing it down his throat.
"That's it, suck my cock."
McMahon doesn't fight back anymore, obeying Herrington's command and bobbing his head back and forth.
"Fuck yeah, get me nice and hard," Herrington sighs as he pinches both his nipples.
McMahon chokes and gags a bit, but only because he's determined to deep throat the pornstar. Herrington moves his hands to keep McMahon's head in place as he fucks his dick in. Even as McMahon's face turns red neither man pulls back. When Herrington finally gives McMahon a break the CEO takes one big breath and then dives back in, sucking the cock even harder than before.
"Yeah, you like that cock Vince?" Herrington whispers.
McMahon nods with the cock still in his mouth.
Herrington lets him go for another few minutes, but then remembers what he came here to do. He pries McMahon's lips off of him and has him get in the doggie position.
McMahon lifts his shoulders up and rolls back, still quite spry despite his age.
"Somebody's upset about losing last time?" McMahon taunts.
Herrington keeps his hands up, not letting the CEO get to him. McMahon rips off his tanktop, showing his beefy chest and then lunges again at the pornstar's thighs, but instead of trying to take him down, he tugs Herrington's shorts down. Herrington drops to his knees and wraps his arms around McMahon's torso, squeezing him, but McMahon doesn't seem to mind, using his free hand to spank the pornstar's exposed ass.
Herrington responds by grabbing McMahon's crotch, "Ahhhh!" McMahon yells out, a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Herrington then rips McMahon's pants off, tossing them on to the leather thong. McMahon doesn't seem the least bit embarrassed being naked, in fact, he seems pleased. He tackles Herrington, bringing him on his back. Herrington rolls over to crawl away and the CEO yanks off his shorts completely. Herrington stands back up, now also naked, turning to face McMahon, who holds up Herrington's shorts for a sniff.
"Is this some pre-cum I smell? You getting turned on Billy?"
Herrington then charges at McMahon, grabbing his balls and giving them a squeeze.
"Ahhhh!" McMahon leans forward, trying to cover himself.
Herrington then spanks McMahon a couple of times before lifting him up with a pump handle slam and planting him in the middle of the locker room floor.
"Ahhh, fuck!" McMahon moans out, the first time he truly sounds just in pain.
Herrington kneels down on McMahon's back and pulls both his arms back, drilling his knee into his spine. As their asses rub together McMahon yells out in pain, kicking his legs out.
"You want to give up old man?"
"Never!"
Herrington shoves McMahon forward and drops down next to him, choking him with his legs in a scissors hold.
"Is this what you wanted Daddy?"
"Arghhhh!" McMahon turns red, shaking his head.
The CEO uses his hand to push Herrington's leg off him and squirms free, but Herrington still has a grip on his other hand. McMahon gets on his knees, trying to get some leverage on Herrington, and when that doesn't work he punches him in the gut. Herrington releases McMahon's hand, and grabs at his torso, bringing McMahon back down on his back. Before Herrington can grab at him again, McMahon wraps his legs around Herrington's waist, squeezing him hard.
"Ahhhh..." Herrington winces.
The pornstar's face turns red, but he doesn't tap out. He sits forward and grabs McMahon around the waist and stands up getting him in a bear hug.
"UGHHHH..." McMahon yells, his pain echoing off the locker room walls.
Herrington lifts him higher, squeezing him tighter. McMahon's dick gets hard as he cries out in pain.
"You like that Vince?"
McMahon places both his hands on Herrington's chest, trying to push himself back, but Herrington's hold on him is firm. McMahon still shakes his head, showing no signs of surrendering despite his pain. Herrington drops him down hard. McMahon tries to crawl away, but Herrington falls to his knees and grabs his ass, dragging him back towards him. He then wraps his arms around McMahon's head in a Masterlock and wraps his legs around McMahon's thighs, pulling him back over him as he reclines on his back.
"You quit?"
"No!" McMahon chokes out.
Herrington squeezes his legs around him tighter, his dick pressing up against McMahon's ass. There's no way McMahon can break out of the hold.
"Submit?"
McMahon gags some more, but refuses to surrender.
"Huh? Huh?"
McMahon's whole body is turning red.
"Okay, I quit. I quit," McMahon gasps.
Herrington releases him from the hold and McMahon rolls over on to his stomach, sore from the abuse.
Herrington kneels in front of McMahon's face, pulling him by his hair to lift his face off the mat. "Don't feel bad about losing, Vince," he says with a smile. "In fact, I think you're going to enjoy it."
"No, no--" McMahon tries to protest, but Herrington pulls McMahon's mouth over to his cock, stuffing it down his throat.
"That's it, suck my cock."
McMahon doesn't fight back anymore, obeying Herrington's command and bobbing his head back and forth.
"Fuck yeah, get me nice and hard," Herrington sighs as he pinches both his nipples.
McMahon chokes and gags a bit, but only because he's determined to deep throat the pornstar. Herrington moves his hands to keep McMahon's head in place as he fucks his dick in. Even as McMahon's face turns red neither man pulls back. When Herrington finally gives McMahon a break the CEO takes one big breath and then dives back in, sucking the cock even harder than before.
"Yeah, you like that cock Vince?" Herrington whispers.
McMahon nods with the cock still in his mouth.
Herrington lets him go for another few minutes, but then remembers what he came here to do. He pries McMahon's lips off of him and has him get in the doggie position.
McMahon's ass is surprisingly pleasant, not like the saggy, flabby asses of a lot of men in their fifties. And when Herrington begins pumping his cock into it he notices no differences compared to his last scene partner. His cock twitches in his gut, sliding deeper inside him, expanding and stretching his walls.
"Ohhh yeah... That's it Billy," McMahon whispers between breaths.
The pornstar is kind, slowly letting McMahon get used to his cock inside him, but Herrington knows it's not going to last much longer. He wants to give the old man a fucking.
"You ready for more, Daddy?"
"Give me everything you've got Billy."
Herrington smacks McMahon's ass and then snaps his hips, pushing his dick deep into McMahon, bringing an "Oooooohh yeah!" from him.
"Ohhh yeah... That's it Billy," McMahon whispers between breaths.
The pornstar is kind, slowly letting McMahon get used to his cock inside him, but Herrington knows it's not going to last much longer. He wants to give the old man a fucking.
"You ready for more, Daddy?"
"Give me everything you've got Billy."
Herrington smacks McMahon's ass and then snaps his hips, pushing his dick deep into McMahon, bringing an "Oooooohh yeah!" from him.
Herrington thinks of their previous meeting, McMahon forcing his cock in him, even though it felt good, it wasn't exactly wanted. So he keeps pounding away like he's got McMahon in a submission hold. But it seems that this time McMahon isn't tapping out, no matter how hard Herrington goes. And while this was meant to be punishment, Herrington realizes he respects McMahon for how he can take it so rough without complaining, even asking for more.
"Fuck me, yeah Billy, come on!"
Herrington then rolls them over on their sides, twisting himself so that he's spooning the CEO from behind. He lifts McMahon's uppermost leg and resumes pumping his embedded cock with comfortable rhythm while his hands pull McMahon close.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh..." McMahon whines out, seemingly enjoying this angle even more.
What isn't there to enjoy? He's in the arms of a hot bodybuilder and having his prostate pummeled? Any pain from having his hole stretched didn't matter, not when he could feel Herrington's heart beating. And to think all he initially wanted was to fuck the pornstar. What a mistake that would have been. Herrington is a fucking machine even spooning him like this. McMahon fights the urge to stroke his cock, worrying it'll cause him to come sooner. But when Herrington reaches around and yanks it McMahon doesn't resist.
"You like my dick up your ass, Vince?"
"Uh huh..."
"That's right you do."
Herrington increases his speed, hammering away at McMahon, his cock never fully sliding out before pushing back in. It's a battering ram, pounding away, though McMahon shows no signs of breaking. Buried deep, Herrington's dick feels like it's vibrating inside McMahon, abusing his prostate.
"Fuckkkkk..."
"Fuck me, yeah Billy, come on!"
Herrington then rolls them over on their sides, twisting himself so that he's spooning the CEO from behind. He lifts McMahon's uppermost leg and resumes pumping his embedded cock with comfortable rhythm while his hands pull McMahon close.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh..." McMahon whines out, seemingly enjoying this angle even more.
What isn't there to enjoy? He's in the arms of a hot bodybuilder and having his prostate pummeled? Any pain from having his hole stretched didn't matter, not when he could feel Herrington's heart beating. And to think all he initially wanted was to fuck the pornstar. What a mistake that would have been. Herrington is a fucking machine even spooning him like this. McMahon fights the urge to stroke his cock, worrying it'll cause him to come sooner. But when Herrington reaches around and yanks it McMahon doesn't resist.
"You like my dick up your ass, Vince?"
"Uh huh..."
"That's right you do."
Herrington increases his speed, hammering away at McMahon, his cock never fully sliding out before pushing back in. It's a battering ram, pounding away, though McMahon shows no signs of breaking. Buried deep, Herrington's dick feels like it's vibrating inside McMahon, abusing his prostate.
"Fuckkkkk..."
McMahon even pushes back, gyrating on Herrington's dick. Of course McMahon would want to be a power bottom, Herrington smirks. The two work in synch, moving in such a manner that McMahon gets the full force of Herrington's thrusts. The pornstar can't believe McMahon's stamina, he's so impressed he doesn't notice his own climax sneaking up on him.
"Oh god..." he chokes out at the last second, unable to stop himself from losing everything he has.
"Mmmm... Billy..." McMahon moans, feeling the warmth fill him up.
"Oh god..." he chokes out at the last second, unable to stop himself from losing everything he has.
"Mmmm... Billy..." McMahon moans, feeling the warmth fill him up.
Herrington keeps fucking slowly through his orgasm, prolonging it as much as he can. McMahon's muscles gripping his cock certainly helps.
"Fuck yeahhhh..." Herrington growls as he pulls his emptied cock out of McMahon.
Herrington rolls away from McMahon, lying on his back, panting. McMahon could probably jerk off and come in a matter of seconds, but he doesn't want to finish like that. Instead he crawls on top of Herrington, cowboy style, crouching over Herrington's cock. His cum turns to out to be as good as lube and his dick slides back up into McMahon. That's the nice thing but fucking younger guys, they can always get hard real quick. Herrington snaps back to it, like he had never come, hammering his dick up McMahon's hole.
"Ahhhhh... Billll...llllly..." McMahon's voice trembles with excitement.
Herrington knows McMahon won't last too much longer and figures the least he can do is give him an unforgettable ending, especially after all the abuse he's taken. He pulls McMahon's hips down to slam into him harder. McMahon's cock drums down on Herrington's stomach, strings of pre-cum connecting them briefly before breaking apart. McMahon rides him like a stallion adjusting his angle until he finds the spot. And once he does McMahon's eyes roll back and his mouth hangs open with a long continuous moan. That's as much warning as McMahon gives as thin white strings squirt out on Herrington's chest, clinging to his chest hairs.
"FUCKKKKK!" McMahon spasms, his whole body shuddering.
Through all this Herrington keeps pumping his dick up in him, making it an endless orgasm. He only stops after McMahon nearly falls forward, putting his hands on Herrington's chest to keep him from doing so. For a moment the pornstar fears McMahon had a heart attack, but then his wide grin returns, revealing everything to be ok.
"Holy shit," McMahon finally says gaining his bearings.
He dismounts off the bodybuilder and lies on his back, staring up at the ceiling like he's in a spell. So much so that he doesn't notice Herrington slip out the locker room and disappear. When McMahon does look back around for Herrington and discover the empty room he feels like he just woke up from a dream. But he wipes his finger along his ass, and licks up some of Herrington's cum, remembering that it was all real.
"Fuck yeahhhh..." Herrington growls as he pulls his emptied cock out of McMahon.
Herrington rolls away from McMahon, lying on his back, panting. McMahon could probably jerk off and come in a matter of seconds, but he doesn't want to finish like that. Instead he crawls on top of Herrington, cowboy style, crouching over Herrington's cock. His cum turns to out to be as good as lube and his dick slides back up into McMahon. That's the nice thing but fucking younger guys, they can always get hard real quick. Herrington snaps back to it, like he had never come, hammering his dick up McMahon's hole.
"Ahhhhh... Billll...llllly..." McMahon's voice trembles with excitement.
Herrington knows McMahon won't last too much longer and figures the least he can do is give him an unforgettable ending, especially after all the abuse he's taken. He pulls McMahon's hips down to slam into him harder. McMahon's cock drums down on Herrington's stomach, strings of pre-cum connecting them briefly before breaking apart. McMahon rides him like a stallion adjusting his angle until he finds the spot. And once he does McMahon's eyes roll back and his mouth hangs open with a long continuous moan. That's as much warning as McMahon gives as thin white strings squirt out on Herrington's chest, clinging to his chest hairs.
"FUCKKKKK!" McMahon spasms, his whole body shuddering.
Through all this Herrington keeps pumping his dick up in him, making it an endless orgasm. He only stops after McMahon nearly falls forward, putting his hands on Herrington's chest to keep him from doing so. For a moment the pornstar fears McMahon had a heart attack, but then his wide grin returns, revealing everything to be ok.
"Holy shit," McMahon finally says gaining his bearings.
He dismounts off the bodybuilder and lies on his back, staring up at the ceiling like he's in a spell. So much so that he doesn't notice Herrington slip out the locker room and disappear. When McMahon does look back around for Herrington and discover the empty room he feels like he just woke up from a dream. But he wipes his finger along his ass, and licks up some of Herrington's cum, remembering that it was all real.
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