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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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Becky Lynch paced back and forth in front of Vince McMahon’s office. She was visibly agitated, wringing her hands together and muttering to herself. In her head she was playing memories of Alexa Bliss being given The Money In The Bank Briefcase,Charlotte being crowned Women’s Champion six times, Ronda Rousey being in the WWE for 5 minutes and being heralded above everyone else.

Finally she gathered the courage she was looking for and walked into Vince’s office without knocking. He jumped in his chair, having nearly fallen asleep going over stock reports. She slammed the door and turned to her boss with fire in her eyes. At first, Vince was just angry. Angry that anybody would have the balls to march into his office unannounced. But a part of him was intrigued. He always admired gutsy moves, and he loved the intensity he saw in her face right now.

“We need to talk, Vince.” Becky said, her voice calm and confident despite the nerves in her stomach.

“Well...go ahead and sit, Becky.” Vince motioned towards the chair on the other side of the desk.

“No.”

Vince blinked. Very rarely did anyone say ‘no’ to him. It was even rarer for someone to demand his attention like this and act this defiant. But Becky had done this several times. His eyes traveled over her body. She was wearing a leather jacket, with a Rise Against shirt on and tight black jeans. He’d made propositions to her before, as he had done to many other women, and she always turned him down. It made him both furious and obsessive.

“I’m sick of watching every blonde bitch that isn’t nearly as talented and dedicated as I am get pushed to the fucking moon, Vince. Charlotte gets to be on top because of her father, Ronda gets to be on top because she’s a celebrity, Alexa gets to be on top because her mouth is glued to your cock!”

Her boss rolled his chair back and put his hands up, ready to speak, but she cut him off. “Me, Sasha, Bayley, everyone who has refused to fuck you has wound up as an afterthought. So I’ve got one helluva a deal for you.”

She said this as she took her jacket off and pulled her shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the side. Vince stared at the redhead in front of him, her tits almost spilling out of the purposefully too-small bra she’d worn. Her chest heaved up and down as she let him look.

“We do this. We do it once, and we do it right here.This same office that Asuka, Lana, Mickie, Renee, and god knows who else let you fuck them. I’ll give you the best sex of your life and you’re going to make me champion. You’re going to give me the biggest push of my entire damn career. You’re going to give me a match with Ronda Rousey and you’re going to give me a top spot at Wrestlemania.”

Vince could only stammer at her as he tried to process everything she’d just thrown at him. “Becky, that’s...a lot to ask for. How can I be sure that you can carry such pressure and high-profile storylines?”

“Because I’m the man, Vince. If you’d been paying any attention to what I’ve been doing, you’d see what the fans have seen. You’d understand why they keep chanting my name. I’m one of the best freaking wrestlers in this company and I’m a bad bitch. I can handle it. I know I can.”

Mr. Mcmahon’s face was blank for several seconds before he began to smile. He stood and unzipped his pants. A second later, his meaty cock was brought out.

“Okay, Becky. Suck my dick.”

The words hurt her more than she thought they would, but she didn’t focus on that. She undid her bra and began to move towards her boss. He put out his hand and stopped her though. “Get naked.”

This time Becky smiled. Despite what Vince might be thinking, she held all the power right now. Not breaking eye contact, Becky slipped out of her pants and pulled down the black thong she had been wearing. Vince’s eyes hungrily took in her body; her small but perky, round tits. Her flat and toned stomach. Her shaved cunt.

She dropped to her knees and took his cock in his hand. It was bigger than she’d expected it to be. Bigger than her boyfriend. Don’t think about him, Bex. Your career matters more. That little voice in her head was true. She opened her mouth and took Mr. McMahon’s cock down her throat.

Vince looked into Becky’s eyes as more and more of his cock disappeared past her plump lips. He grabbed a fistful of red hair and began to control her pace. She loudly sucked him, her fist pumping while he moved her head back and forth. His balls hit her chin again and again, but she didn’t slow down. Nor did she look away. She kept his gaze as she drooled and licked his cock. Vince didn’t see that indignant, fiery ‘lass kicker’ anymore. He saw just another slut who loved sucking his dick.

He suddenly slammed his cock down her throat and held it there. She grabbed onto the sides of his pants as she tried to keep the eye contact. Her eyes began to water as she struggled to breathe. Her lips were completely pressed against his crotch, his gray pubes directly in her face and his cock all the way down her throat. His smile just grew wider and wider as tears were now falling down her cheeks. Finally she closed her eyes and began to tap out. He let go and she fell backwards, spitting and coughing. She wiped at her eyes, smearing the mascara that had trailed down her face.

Vince again grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet, only to abruptly turn her around and slam her face down over his desk. Her face bounced against the surface and she was momentarily stunned. This was rougher than she’d expected. He was testing her. Seeing if she was as tough as she’d said she was, making her pay for her confidence. Bring it, you old bastard. She gripped the sides of the desk and steeled herself.

He brought his hand down sharp and hard against her rounded, curved ass. The sound of his hand smacking against her was loud and hung in the room. There was an immediate red handprint on her cheek. He spread her legs a painful distance apart and began to press his cock against her cunt. Dry.

Becky’s grip tightened and she bit her lip as he slowly, very slowly, forced his dick into her pussy. She wanted to scream. She wanted to tap out, to end this. But she’d gone too far. She would see this through. Finally, after several long minutes and more watery eyes, he was all the way inside of her.

Vince loved the power he felt right now. Becky was splayed over his desk, his cock was stretching her out, and he’d left his mark on her pale skin. “Are you ready, Becky?”

“Yes.”

“Yes...what?”

Becky rolled her eyes despite the pain she was in. “Yes, sir. Fuck me, sir.”

It was all he needed to hear. He pulled out slowly and then slammed back into her. Despite her best efforts she let out a soft cry. It was music to him. He began to steadily fuck her, every thrust sending pain shooting up her body. Her ass jiggled with each one, his cock filling her pussy as he pounded her. If somebody were to open the door to Vince McMahon’s office right now they’d see Becky Lynch with her head down and Vince behind her, hands dug into her waist as he pumped into her. Her body jolted forward with the power he was fucking her with.

She had the mental image of what this looked like and tried to find resolve. She pushed herself up and lifted her head, arching her back. She began to meet his thrusts, working her hips as she rode his cock. Her pussy was beginning to get wet and Vince found himself near the edge. She looked back at him and moaned loudly. “Fuck me, Vince. Fuck my pussy harder.”

Mr. McMahon stopped and bit the insides of his cheeks as he tried not to cum. She’d almost gotten him there before he’d been ready. Becky was braced on the desk, waiting for more. Vince would make sure she’d get it.

He grabbed her around the stomach and lifted her up before dropping her onto the floor. Before she could register what had just happened and get up on her hands and knees, he fell on top of her and pressed her down. His weight didn’t allow her to move at all. His breath was heavy on the back of her neck as she felt his hands fumbling at her cunt. She was ready for round 2. Except he didn’t push his cock into her pussy again; he pushed himself into her ass.

Becky’s eyes shot open and she gasped. She had never done anal. Had never wanted to do anal. She especially didn’t want Vince McMahon, her disgusting pig of a boss, to be the one to take her anal cherry. But here she was. Vince’s huge cock stretching her ass wide as he pressed her face to the floor.

He lifted her waist slightly with his other hand and began to fuck her with short, hard thrusts. Becky was face to face with a dirty floor as Vince, with his pants still on, fucked her asshole. “I’m fucking you like a bitch, Becky. Like an animal. You’re not a champion or a fighter to me; you’re just another hole.” His words were hot and raspy into her ear.

She tried to find some leverage but it was all his. Her ass was impossibly tight, gripping his cock steadily. His free hand began to maul at her tit, squeezing and pinching her nipple. Everything hurt for her. But she was not going to simply take it. “Don’t….cum….yet”. She managed to get out.

Vince slowed down, his cock still up Becky’s ass. “Cum in my mouth.” She said. Vince grinned, sliding out of her with a soft plopping sound.

He stood up, away from her, and watched her crawl on hands and knees toward him. Crawling towards him naked and well fucked. He grabbed the sides of her head and shoved his cock back into her mouth. She tasted her cunt. She tasted her ass. She wanted to vomit and cry but she was not going to give up, not at this stage. He was fucking her mouth intensely, his hands holding both sides of her head and forcing her mouth down onto his dick.

Suddenly, she knocked his hands away and looked up at him. She grabbed his ass with both hands and began to fuck her own mouth with his cock. She was gagging and spitting and moaning, her mascara completely smeared across her face. There was dirt on her face as well, along with fresh tears. Her body was red and sweaty, she was sore, but she refused to look away as she frantically worked her mouth up and down on her boss’s cock.

It was too much for him. He went to grab her head but again she knocked his hands away. Her nails dug into his ass as she pressed her face all the way into his crotch. Her nose, her eyes, it was all flattened against the bottom of his stomach as every inch of his cock was in her mouth, across her tongue, and down her throat. He came violently, waves of cum shooting forward. She began to choke as her mouth was full of his sperm, but she looked back up at him with red eyes and swallowed every bit of it. Even as he kept shooting cum into her mouth, she would keep swallowing until he was limp in her mouth.

Becky stood on shaky legs. Her pussy and her ass were a mess, and she was gasping loudly. But she smiled. She picked up her clothes, dressing in front of Mr. McMahon, who was panting as well. He pulled up his pants and waited for her to speak.

“Title, Ronda, Mania. I want the spotlight, Vince. I earned it.”

Vince sat back in his chair, his face neutral. “I think you just proved you’re like every whore who wants to be a star. But you'll get a chance to be one. You’ll get everything you asked for, Becky. Hopefully neither of us will regret it.”

Becky smirked, putting on her jacket. “I don’t regret a damn thing.”

But as she left the office, she wondered if that would remain true. She looked up to see Charlotte, who had watched her enter the office looking like the normal Becky lynch she knew and watched her exit as a disheveled, teary, red-faced tramp with her makeup smeared. Becky didn’t say anything, couldn’t if she had wanted to. Charlotte smiled softly and shrugged at her. “A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, huh, Bex?” She said before walking away.

Becky walked into the restroom, washed her face and rinsed out her mouth. She hesitated to look in the mirror, but did so anyways. And made a promise that she was going to be the biggest star the woman’s division had ever seen. They would all pay.
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