Blacked x WWE #1
With Tiffany Stratton
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Blowjob, Fingering, Interracial, Spanking
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
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It started as a wild rumor backstage at the Royal Rumble premium live event.
Then it became a pitch.
Then, shockingly, it became a deal.
No one expected WWE and Blacked to actually join forces, but after months of secret negotiations, the biggest sports entertainment company in the world and the undisputed king of premium interracial adult content had come to an agreement. A limited crossover series. High production values. Real WWE Superstars. Real Blacked performers.
The only rule? The Superstars had to be willing participants, and they had to bring the same energy they showed in the ring.
Tiffany Stratton was the first to say yes.
The self-proclaimed “Buff Barbie” had been teasing her wild side on social media for months. When the opportunity came to star in the very first official Blacked x WWE scene, she didn’t hesitate. She wanted to be the one who set the tone for the entire series. She wanted to prove she could take everything the biggest names in the game could give her, and look flawless doing it.
So here they were, in a sprawling penthouse suite, just hours after SmackDown had wrapped.
The hotel suite glowed under harsh production lights, cameras positioned at every angle. Tiffany Stratton reclined on the oversized bed, pink lace lingerie clinging to her toned 5'7" frame. She traced circles over her thong, thighs parting just enough to tease the lens. Her blonde hair fanned across the pillow, hazel eyes heavy with lust. She whispered to the camera, voice husky, "I've been soaked all day thinking about Jason Luv splitting me open with that thick black cock."
The door opened. Jason Luv stepped inside, 6'5", 235 pounds of carved muscle, dark skin gleaming under the lights. His black tank stretched tight across his chest, the outline of his bulge already prominent in his jeans. Tiffany sat up slowly, licking her lips. "There he is. Come give me what I've been craving, daddy."
Jason moved toward her with confidence. He peeled the tank over his head, revealing slabs of pectoral muscle and intricate tattoos snaking down his arms. Tiffany couldn't help but gasp. He unbuckled his belt, jeans dropping. His cock sprang free, heavy, veiny, already thickening to its full length. Nine thick inches, dark and pulsing. The sight commanded Tiffany's complete attention. She crawled forward on hands and knees, ass high for the low camera.
Kneeling at the bed's edge, Tiffany wrapped both hands around the base. Her fingers didn't meet. She stroked slowly, feeling the heat, the weight. Leaning in, she dragged her tongue along the underside from balls to tip, savoring the salty taste. Then she opened wide. The fat head pushed past her lips, stretching her mouth. She took him deeper, inch after inch, until her throat resisted. Eyes watered. She relaxed, pushed forward. Gagged softly. Spit bubbled at the corners of her mouth and dripped in thick strands onto her chest.
Jason threaded fingers through her platinum blonde hair, gripping firmly. He rocked his hips, feeding her more. Tiffany moaned around the shaft, vibrations humming through him. She bobbed faster, cheeks hollowing, slurping wetly. One hand cupped his heavy balls, playing with them, the other slipped between her own thighs, rubbing frantic circles over her clit through soaked lace. The room filled with obscene sounds, gluck-gluck-gluck, her muffled whimpers, his low groans.
Minutes stretched into an eternity of wet, rhythmic worship. Tiffany's mouth worked him tirelessly, slow, deep bobs giving way to frantic, sloppy sucking. Saliva poured from her lips in thick, glistening rivers, coating every veiny inch of his shaft until it shone like polished obsidian under the production lights. Drool cascaded down her chin, soaked the front of her pink lace bra, turned the fabric translucent over her hard nipples.
Jason's grip tightened in her blonde hair. Without warning he pulled out. His cock sprang free with a wet pop. Thick, glistening strings of spit bridged the gap between her swollen, reddened lips and the throbbing head, stretching, then snapping, leaving slick trails across her cheeks and chest. Tiffany gasped desperately, chest heaving, mascara already running in dark streaks down her face. Her chin dripped, she looked up at him through watery, pleading hazel eyes.
"Fuck my face harder," she rasped, voice hoarse and needy.
Without hesitation, Jason took control. His large hands framed her face firmly, fingers threading through her hair, thumbs guiding her cheeks inward to tighten her mouth. He thrust forward without mercy, driving straight to the back of her throat in one fluid motion. Tiffany's eyes rolled upward, as moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes, leaving glistening trails along her flushed skin.
Each powerful movement created a visible response in her delicate neck. She steadied herself against his muscular legs, her nails digging in for leverage, but Tiffany didn't pull away, she pushed forward to meet him, gagging wetly, encouraging the roughness.
The cameras caught everything in merciless close-ups, Tiffany’s mouth stretched to its limits around his dark girth, the faint outline of his cockhead sliding down her throat, the rivers of spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth and dripping in heavy ropes onto her tits. Gluck-gluck-gluck sounds echoed through the suite, amplified by hidden mics. With each powerful thrust, her entire body shifted, while dark streaks of makeup ran down her face, mingling with the moisture on her chin.
Long minutes of relentless face-fucking passed. Jason varied the pace, slow, grinding holds deep in her throat until she struggled for air, her soft whimpers vibrating around him, and swift, forceful thrusts that drew louder choking sounds from her, tears flowing freely now. Through it all, Tiffany remained enthusiastic, her glazed eyes revealing both desire and surrender, sending pleasurable tremors along his shaft whenever she managed to catch her breath.
Finally Jason withdrew completely. His cock glistened obscenely, coated in her spit and throat slime. Tiffany coughed hard, strings of saliva dangling from her lower lip like lewd jewelry, swaying as she panted. Her chest rose and fell in sharp bursts, she licked her lips, tasting him everywhere.
Jason didn't give her time to recover. He grabbed her shoulders and flipped her roughly onto all fours. Tiffany landed with a soft thud on the mattress, immediately arching her back into a deep curve, ass high, spine dipped, presenting herself like an offering. Her thong was soaked through, clinging to her swollen folds. Jason hooked two fingers under the thin strip of lace and yanked it aside, exposing her dripping pink slit, glistening, puffy, already clenching in anticipation.
He delivered one hard, open-palmed spank across her right cheek. The crack echoed sharply. Pale skin bloomed bright red instantly. Tiffany yelped, body jolting forward. Before the sting faded he struck the left cheek, harder this time. Twin handprints glowed vivid against her flesh. She moaned low and broken, "Yes, leave your handprints all over me."
Jason positioned himself at her entrance, the thick head of his shaft glistening with her arousal. He teased her, sliding the length along her sensitive folds, teasing her clit, spreading her wetness, letting her feel the heat and weight. Tiffany's body responded immediately, a soft whimper escaped her lips as her hips instinctively pushed backward, seeking more contact. He maintained this torturous dance, keeping her suspended in anticipation for what felt like an eternity.
Then he slammed forward with one hard, unrelenting thrust. Every thick inch disappeared inside her until his hips slapped against her ass and his balls rested heavy against her most sensitive area.
Tiffany's scream tore through the room as her body lurching forward. Her fingers dug into the sheets, twisting the fabric until her knuckles turned pale. "Oh fuck... too big... so fucking big... stretching me, fuck!" Tiffany gasped between ragged breaths. Her inner muscles contracted desperately around him, adjusting to his size with trembling, involuntary spasms that rippled through her core.
Jason didn't give her time to adjust. He gripped her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh, and started pounding. Long, powerful thrusts that pulled almost all the way out before driving back in. Each impact made her toned ass ripple, tits swinging heavily inside the lace bra. Skin slapped skin in a sharp rhythm. Tiffany pushed back to meet him, moaning brokenly. "Harder, wreck this pussy, own it!"
He spanked the WWE superstar again, harder, faster, each crack landing with force. Right cheek. Left cheek. Right again. The rhythm built like a drumbeat, palm connecting flat and heavy. Her ass jiggled with every strike. Handprints overlapped, edges blurring into solid heat. Tiffany clenched tighter around his cock with each impact, reflexive, involuntary, her vaginal walls gripping like a fist, milking him harder. She gasped sharply on the harder ones, body jolting forward, but pushed her hips back to meet the next thrust and the next spank.
Sweat beaded along her spine first, tiny glistening drops, then rolled in slow rivulets down the curve of her back, pooling in the dimples above her ass. Strands of blonde hair clung damply to her neck and shoulders. Her breathing turned ragged, moans fracturing between slaps and strokes.
The cameras caught it all in great detail. Low angle, close on where her swollen pink lips stretched obscenely around his thick dark shaft, clinging wetly on every withdrawal. Creamy white juices frothed at the base, coating him in a slick sheen, dripping in slow, viscous trails down the insides of her trembling thighs. Another angle, her reddened ass rippling with each punishing thrust, handprints vivid against flushed skin. Overhead shot, her arched back, tits swaying heavily beneath the half-pulled-down lace bra, nipples stiff and dark.
The punishing rhythm stretched on, long, relentless minutes. Jason varied it just enough to keep her on edge, deep, grinding rolls of his hips that stirred her insides, making her whimper, then sudden jackhammer bursts that slammed her forward and drew raw moans. Beneath him, Tiffany's limbs quivered with exertion, perspiration falling from her forehead to darken the bedding below. Tiffany’s voice cracked. “Don’t stop, fuck, keep going, harder.”
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of skin-slapping, muscle-straining intensity, Jason pulled out abruptly. His cock sprang free, glistening and throbbing. Tiffany collapsed forward onto her chest, ass still raised, panting hard. Her pussy gaped slightly, pink, slick, pulsating, slowly closing as she shivered. A thin string of her arousal connected them for a second before snapping.
Jason rolled her over without ceremony. Tiffany landed on her back, legs falling open instinctively. Jason hooked her ankles over his broad shoulders, folding her nearly in half, knees pressing toward her ears, thighs spread wide. The position exposed her completely, her glistening center exposed, the tender bud at its apex visibly engorged. He positioned the head of his manhood at her entrance and eased forward in one measured motion. The new angle let him bury deeper than before, hitting places that made her eyes roll back instantly.
One full pump of Jason’s cock and she moaned out in pleasure, nails raking down his thick forearms, leaving red trails. “Right there… fuck... hitting my spot... oh god..."
Still hard inside her, Jason let her catch her breath for a moment. Tiffany’s chest heaved, skin flushed and glistening. She pushed weakly at his broad chest. “My turn.”
She climbed astride him, cowgirl style. Straddling his hips, knees sinking into the mattress on either side, she gripped his slick, throbbing cock at the base. Her fingers barely met around the girth. She aligned the swollen head with her entrance, then sank down slowly, inch by torturous inch, savoring the stretch, the burn, the way her walls parted and hugged him again. A low, shuddering moan escaped her as she bottomed out, clit pressed flush against his pelvis.
Then she started riding, aggressive, and athletic. Hips rolled in tight circles first, grinding her swollen clit against the coarse hair at his base, chasing sparks of friction. She picked up speed. Bounced harder. Tits bounced wildly inside the pink lace bra until she reached up, yanked the cups down roughly. Full breasts spilled free. Tiffany pinched them hard between thumb and forefinger, twisting slightly, head thrown back, blonde hair whipping across her shoulders.
Jason’s hands clamped onto her ass cheeks, fingers digging in deep, spreading her wide for the low camera angle. Thumbs brushed teasingly over her tight rear hole, circling the puckered ring without pushing in. He used his grip to slam her down harder onto his cock, meeting her downward drops with upward thrusts. The bed creaked loudly under the force, frame protesting with every impact. Wet slapping sounds filled the room again.
Tiffany pitched forward, steadying herself against his torso. Their mouths collided in a frenzied kiss, wet, urgent, and sloppy with need. She increased her pace, driving herself down harder with each descent, feeling him throb inside her as her inner muscles began to contract rhythmically around him.
“This cock feels so fucking good... filling every inch of me.... stretching me so deep… fuck!”
Sweat slicked their bodies completely now, glistening sheen on her tits, dripping down the valley between them, rolling off his abs. Strands of her hair stuck to her damp neck and face.
Tiffany spun around without pulling off him, reverse cowgirl now. Ass facing the main camera now. She planted her feet flat on the mattress, knees bent, squatting over his lap. Then she dropped, full length every time, taking him to the hilt in one smooth, controlled motion. Her firm cheeks clapped loudly against his thighs with each descent. Ripples rolled up the pale flesh of her ass, jiggling enticingly for the lens.
Jason spanked her again, sharp, rhythmic cracks, alternating cheeks in time with her bounces. “Bounce that fat white ass, girl.” Red bloomed fresh across already-tender skin. She obeyed, relentless, moaning nonstop, voice raw and broken. Cream frothed thick at the base of his shaft, white and glossy, dripping in slow strands down his heavy balls and onto the sheets.
Her pace alternated between slow rotations that ground Tiffany’s hips in tight circles and quick, urgent descents that pulled gasps from her throat and set her breasts swaying. Tiffany reached down with one hand to work rapid patterns across her sensitive bud while the other pressed against his muscled thigh for support. Each movement flung droplets of perspiration from their bodies. The pitch of her cries climbed steadily, taking on an edge of pleading urgency.
Jason’s hands roamed, gripping, spreading, spanking, keeping her spread open for the cameras while he thrust up to meet her halfway. The angle let him hit deep, brushing that spot inside her over and over. Tiffany’s legs trembled, thighs burned from the squat. She didn’t stop, riding harder, faster, chasing the next peak.
Jason sat up behind Tiffany in reverse cowgirl, chest pressed to her back. One thick arm banded tight around her waist, locking her in place. His other hand slid down between her spread thighs, fingers finding her swollen, slick clit immediately. He rubbed fast, firm circles, precise pressure, no teasing. Tiffany gasped, head falling back against his shoulder.
Tiffany writhed against him, her movements alternating between languid circles and desperate grinding. Every thrust sent dual waves of pleasure coursing through her, his thickness filling her completely while his fingertips worked their magic on her most sensitive spot. Her breathing fractured into ragged gasps. A tremor ran through her thighs as her inner muscles began to clench around him, signaling the approaching climax.
Her climax crashed through her without warning, stealing her breath as her spine curved like a drawn bow. Every muscle seized at once, inner walls gripping him with such force he gasped against her neck. A flood of warmth spilled between them, christening the tangled sheets below. The sound that tore from her throat was primal, half sob, half victory cry, bouncing back from the bedroom walls. Her thighs quivered against his hips as she rocked against him one final time, drawing out the last sweet pulses until they dissolved into soft, shuddering breaths.
A moment later, Jason flipped Tiffany over without warning, prone bone. Tiffany landed face-down, legs pressed tight together. Jason straddled her thighs, knees bracketing her hips. He grabbed both her wrists in one massive hand, pinned them above her head against the mattress. She was trapped, immobile, ass slightly raised by the arch of her back.
This time, Jason entered her with slow precision. He pushed forward gradually, stretching her with each measured advance. Tiffany buried her face in the pillow, a deep moan escaping as her body first resisted, then yielded completely to his intrusion. When he finally pressed fully against her, the contact sent electric currents through her already sensitized nerves.
Then he started hammering. Brutal downward thrusts, hips snapping hard, driving her deeper into the mattress with each pump of his cock. The angle was punishing, cock hitting her front wall relentlessly, pressing her clit indirectly against the sheets. Skin slapped wetly. Bedframe groaned. She muffled screams into the pillow, raw, desperate sounds. "Take it, all of it," he growled low, voice rough. Tiffany could only whimper, overwhelmed, body rocking helplessly under him. She pushed her hips back weakly, meeting what little she could.
Sweat dripped from his brow onto her back, hot drops landing between her shoulder blades, rolling down her spine. His free hand gripped her hip, fingers bruising, pulling her back onto him harder. Pace built again, faster, deeper, shorter strokes that kept him buried almost to the hilt. Her moans turned to broken sobs of pleasure. Walls fluttered wildly around him.
Without warning, Jason withdrew completely. A soft, desperate sound escaped Tiffany's lips as her body clenched around sudden emptiness. With firm hands, he flipped her onto her back and positioned himself between her thighs. In one fluid motion, he lifted her legs, draping them over his shoulders. He pressed forward, bending her nearly in half, her knees almost touching her ears. Their eyes connected, wordless communication passing between them as their bodies aligned once more. Thrusts turned frantic, jagged, relentless. Each collision sent shockwaves through her core as his body ground against her most sensitive spot. Tiffany’s nails dug into his arms. She begged, voice cracking, hoarse from screaming.
"Cum on me... cover this pretty face... paint my tits... please... give it to me..."
Jason pulled out at the brink. Knelt over her chest. Stroked fast, hand blurring along his slick length. Thick white ropes erupted, first heavy strands across her heaving breasts, splattering over her nipples. Then her open mouth, landing on her tongue. Cheeks, chin, forehead, strand after heavy strand. Cum dripped in slow, viscous rivulets down her face, pooling between her tits.
Tiffany scooped some with two fingers, brought them to her lips, sucked them clean slowly. Eyes never left the camera, hazel eyes glassy, wicked. She smiled, smeared, flushed, utterly wrecked and satisfied. "Best black cock I've ever had."
The director's voice cut through. "And... cut."
The End