WWE Stipulations: Alexa Bliss & Nikki Cross
By Imorol
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.
Now, to the story...
Smiling brightly, cute butt swaying, Alexa Bliss approached the door to Vince McMahon's office. RAW was a few hours away from going on air, and she still didn't know what her segment was to be. As usual, the final scripts hadn't been given out and the wrestlers didn't know what they would be doing. Knocking on the door, she had decided to go straight to the top to learn what her part in the show was to be. She was right.
'Come in,' came the deep gruff voice of the CEO and company owner.
Walking confidently through the door, Alexa stopped dead in her tracks, smile turning to a look of shock. In front of her were Vince McMahon and Nikki Cross, her current tag-team partner. Nikki was lying across a sofa, naked from the waist down. Chest covered by her ring attire, she wore a tight vest from which her cleavage was threatening to spill. Porcelain face framed by dark brunette hair, she bore an embarrassed expression on her flushed cheeks. Below, her strong legs were wide open, feet flat on the floor. The brown bush of her pubic hair was trimmed down. Running beneath was the slit of her pussy, currently plugged by Vince McMahon's thick cock.
Kneeling on the floor between the Scottish star's legs, Vince looked around at Alexa and smiled. He was also naked from the waist down, although his pants and underwear were wrapped around his ankles, trapped by his shoes.
'Ah, Alexa! Would you like a title shot tonight?' Vince asked, not at all embarrassed by the situation. Evil grin aimed at the diminutive blonde, Vince pressed forward, sinking a few more inches into the brunette beneath him.
Ignoring her partner's gasp as the thick cock slid further into her, Alexa said, 'Err, yes. Yes I do want that. I want the title.' It was the Women's Championship she really desired, but the tag titles would do nicely.
For now
.
'Good. Suck my cock,' Vince replied, pulling out of the brunette with a slurping sound. Standing, he faced the sexy blonde, his wet cock pointing at her. With a deep breath, Alexa made to get on her knees but Vince stopped her. 'No. Just bend over. Stick that ass out.'
Flushed with embarrassment, Alexa bent at the waist, bringing her face mere inches from her employer's prick. Glistening with girl juices and smelling of Nikki's pussy, it was thick and veiny. Wrapping her fingers around it, Alexa could feel her friend's slickness.
Eww god, it's on my hand
, she thought.
Hesitating briefly, she opened her mouth and took the head between her lips. Screwing her eyes tight shut, she could taste Nikki now, and closer her scent was pungent on the shaft.
I want those belts
, Alexa thought,
I want those belts
. With that her cheeks hollowed as she started sucking Mr McMahon's cock.
'Ah, that's good,' Vince said, feeling the agile tongue playing over the tip of his cock, soft cheeks wrapped around the crown.
It was not the first time that Alexa had given a blow job to the boss. But as she sucked, she couldn't help but notice the difference in the flavour. Salty male muskiness mixed with the more tangy essence of her friend. Pushing forward, she accepted some of the rod into her mouth and continued to suck and lick, lapping up the juices, cleaning it from the prick.
'Come on, Alexa. Get it in there,' Vince gruffly said, pushing his hips forward, forcing her to take more. 'That's better. Keep going.' She responded by taking half the length into her mouth and then some more until it hit her throat. Drawing back to the tip, she began bobbing her head up and down, lips tightly locked around the girth, mouth sucking, tongue licking.
'Give me your throat. Take it all the way in and you'll go all the way to the top,' the promoter encouraged her.