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Negotiating With Mr. McMahon	By : SandyRavage Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 29792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know AJ Lee, The Bella Twins, Layla El, Renee Young, or anyone else included in these writings. I do not profit from these writings neither.

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Asuka, current NXT champion and undefeated superstar, stood patiently waiting in Vince McMahon’s office. She wasn’t sure why she was there, but she was hoping it was because they were finally planning on moving her to the main roster. She’d been dominating NXT, and the fans loved her. She was ready for it.

Finally, the door to his office opened and Mr. McMahon strutted inside. With him was a short, older Japanese man. Mr. McMahon walked to his seat and gestured for Asuka to sit as well. As she did, Vince looked over her hungrily. She was wearing only a shirt and jeans, but they didn’t hide her figure at all. Her tits, her ass. Her innocent eyes. Her playful smile. She seemed to him like a sex kitten outside of the ring.

“Asuka, thank you for meeting with me.” He said to her.

She smiled at him and nodded. Her english wasn’t perfect, but she could understand basic sentences. She felt good. It was going to be her time.

“I’ve invited you in here today because I plan on moving you to WWE Raw!”

She grinned broadly, eyes lighting up. She had definitely understood that. “Thank you!” She said excitedly.

Mr. McMahon, however, lifted a finger. “There is a caveat, Asuka. If you want this, you’re going to let me fuck you. You’re going to get naked in my office, suck my cock, and bend over my desk. You’re going to present your pussy and your asshole to me. You’re going to submit to me. You’re going to wear my cum on your Jap face and be happy about it, slut.”

Asuka just blinked at him, her smile faltering slightly. She hadn’t understood much of what he had said. She had heard some curses, but it was mostly nonsense to her.

Mr. McMahon gestured to the Japanese man who had entered with him. “Hitoshi, would you please translate that to our friend?”

Hitoshi nodded. “あなたが彼に性的に提出すれば、マクマホン氏はあなたが望むものだけを与えるでしょう。”

Asuka stared at him, blood rushing to her face. “Excuse me?”

Mr. McMahon waved at her, getting her attention. “And if you don’t, say goodbye to the NXT Championship. Say goodbye to being undefeated. Say goodbye to being a proud Japanese warrior and say hello to obscurity.” He said with a growl in his throat.

Asuka, her heart thumping loudly, look at Hitoshi.

“あなたが拒否すれば、あなたはすべてを失うでしょう。”

Asuka looked at Vince, understanding more but still confused. “You are...joking?”

Mr. McMahon laughed. “No. Take that shirt off or you can say goodbye to your future.”

Asuka understood that, but still looked at Hitoshi in a desperate hope that she’d misheard him.

“あなたのシャツを脱ぐ。あなたがしなければ、あなたはそれをすべて失う。”

Asuka weighed her options. She’d left Japan a queen. She had been a legend on the rise and had come to America to broaden her reign. To take the biggest wrestling company by storm. She had told herself nothing would stop her from taking over and reaching the top. She thought about her legacy. Would she let some disgusting old pervert take it from her? Anger began to rise inside her.

Asuka stood suddenly, the chair flying backwards. Mr. McMahon jumped, and for a wild second, he thought Asuka was going to attack him. But instead she gripped the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up and off. Before Vince could even register it, she unhooked her bra and flung it across the room.

Asuka stood defiant, her large tits out, her eyes narrowed. “Nobody is ready for Asuka.” She said. Mr. McMahon smiled, his eyes on her curves and her round, perfectly shaped breasts. He was ready for that challenge.

“Now you’re going to suck my cock, Asuka.”

Hitoshi began to speak, but Vince raised a hand, shushing him. He walked over to Asuka, who was still staring a hole through him. He unzipped his pants and let his dick flop out, semi-erect. He took one hand and gripped her hair, and gripped her ass with the other one. He groped her large, soft ass and pulled her head back slightly as neither broke eye contact.

Vince stepped back slightly and let go of her, placing both hands on her shoulders. He pushed her down and she fell on her knees before him. Finally breaking eye contact, Asuka looked at the cock before her. She had come a long way from sucking the cocks of old men to get a break in the business, and it hurt her to be back here again.

Asuka took a hold of his cock, running her hand up and down the length, watching it grow and strengthen in front of her. He gripped her hair again and she leaned forward, taking Mr. McMahon’s dick into her throat. She sucked softly, slurping on his head and shaft. Vince looked down at his newest conquest, a crazed look on his face. He looked at the rainbow locks in his fist, this beautiful exotic woman sucking his dick. She took more and more of him into her throat. She gagged lightly, trying to remain strong. She looked up at him, still defiant and full of rage. He only smiled wider. She placed her hands on his legs as he began to take control, moving her head at a faster pace and jabbing his cock into her mouth. She still glared at him even as he used her mouth.

Vince gripped her hair in his other hand and began to push his cock as deep as it could go. Moments later, his hairy balls rested on her chin. She still looked at him, trying to remain angry. Tears were falling down her cheeks, but she was unsure if it was from choking on the cock lodged in her throat or from shame. Vince pulled out until the head of his penis was laying softly on her pouty lips. Then he rammed it all the way back down her throat. Finally, she broke eye contact. She closed her eyes and tightened her grip on his legs. He fucked her throat urgently, relishing the wet, choking sounds from the squirming Jap sucking him off.

Mr. McMahon pulled out all the way and stepped back, allowing Asuka to fall forward onto her hands and knees. Vince bent down and placed his arm around her throat, picking her up in a rear-naked choke. Asuka kicked her feet, trying to find her ground, but was slammed stomach first onto his desk before she could. Vince reached around, undoing her jeans. He began to pull them off of her as she lay there, her face wet from tears and drool.

Vince flung the jeans and took in the scene before him. Strong, dominating Asuka bent over his desk, her face red from being skull fucked, her tits squished against the wood surface, her large ass sticking out in only a thong. She looked at him, still trying to remain strong. “私はあなたに復讐を約束します” She said, gasping.

Mr. McMahon looked at Hitoshi, who had been standing quietly in the corner, watching it all. “What did she say?!” He snarled.

“She promised revenge.” Hitoshi said.

Mr. McMahon’s face went blank. Then he burst into laughter. “Thank you for making this fun, Asuka.”

He stepped towards and raised his hand, bringing it down hard over her ass. The sound reverberated throughout the room. A large, deeply red handprint tattooed her ass. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Vince took the thong and ripped it, discarding it to the side. Her pussy was shaved, and he ran his fingers over her lips, over her asshole.

“Tell her I’m going in dry.”

Hitoshi looked her in the eyes. “あなたは私たちの人々に大きな恥をもたらす。”

This, for the first time, made her sob. She said softly “彼をやめてください”. Hitoshi only shook his head slowly.

Vince drove his cock into her asshole and she screamed. Vince looked down at the crying, broken Japanese slut beneath him. He wondered what her fans would think if they saw this. The beautiful, dominating Empress of Tomorrow. The undefeated, NXT Champion. Now just another naked whore being fucked in the ass by her boss.

He pulled his cock out and walked over to her. Vince took his dick and began to rub it over her face, wiping away the tears and dragging it over her mouth. With her spit and tears coating his dick, he began to push his cock back into her ass. She continued to cry and moan until his balls hit her cunt.

Mr. McMahon built up a steady pace as he fucked her ass from behind. Her ass jiggled each time he thrust into her, and she’d given up the fight. This wasn’t enough though.

He withdrew his cock and gripped her waist. He pulled her up and turned her around before pushing her back onto the desk facing him. She thought he was going to fuck her pussy, but she was wrong. He wrapped one hand around her throat and jammed his cock back into her asshole.

Her large tits bounced in front of him as he fucked her missionary, choking her tightly as her legs hung over the side and she held onto the table for dear life. He leaned in close to her, his breath hot. “Don’t forget who owns you.” His cock stretched her asshole and she felt only pain as he repeatedly drove his cock in and out of her. She could barely breathe, her face almost turning purple. He let go, suddenly, and the relief was only momentary as he gripped her tit instead, pinching her nipple violently. She moaned out loudly in pain, music to Vince’s ears as his thrusts deepened.

Abruptly, he pushed her off the desk and she landed hard on her side. Before she could recover, he pulled her up to her knees by her hair and began to stroke his cock. “Beg for it, Asuka.” He demanded. Held up by her hair, his large cock pointed at her, her body bruised and exhausted from the forced sodomy, his hand print still on her ass, she felt only defeat.

“Please...Mr. McMahon….cum on….my face...all over...my face….please….give me your cum….”

Asuka pleaded, her big brown eyes watery. His cock erupted, blasting her in the face. Spurt after spurt hit her, coating her in his cum. McMahon sat in the chair she’d occupied earlier, exhausted. She stared at the floor, almost comatose. Cum dripped from her lips, her nose, her hair. She didn’t feel like Asuka the conqueror. She felt like Asuka the common whore.

Vince smiled at her, almost warmly. “Welcome to RAW, Asuka.” He stood and zipped up his pants. “Be gone when I come back.”

Asuka didn’t move for several long seconds. Suddenly, she heard a quiet ‘click’. Hitoshi looked at her, guilt on his face. He lowered the phone in his hand and hurried out of the office. She bet she looked quite the sight. Kneeling naked and cum-covered.

Asuka walked out a few minutes later, cum still drying on corners of her mouth and some strands of her hair. She would make him pay for this one day, she told herself, that familiar rage building again. He would not be ready for Asuka.
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