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Shake Your Money Maker
🕑 Added 2025-04-05 02:38:48 +0000 UTCMark "Hercule" Satan, master of the Satan Dojo, was the World Martial Arts Champion... in name only. The truth of the matter was that although he was elite among the elite for the world's martial arts, he knew he was but an ant before the true mighty masters. He remembered the day he became the Master of the Satan Dojo, it was one of the worst days of his life.
The day he saw true power, when Tao Pai Pai, the famous mercenary assassin, responded to his master's belligerent behavior and provocations by slaying him with a single touch, a finger alone had ended the life of a man who the current Mr. Satan had the utmost respect for as a Martial Artist.
A part of Mark had died that day, and it took years, and a victory over many opponents to claim the World Martial Arts Tournament, officially earning the title of Strongest Under the Heavens, for him to regain his bravery. Just in time to save the world from Cell, as far as anybody cared.
However, he was only the strongest Under the Heavens, and the ones above the Heavens came back to the next tournament, and it came very close to ruining his reputation. Had he not forced the changes that made him battle the champion, he might've had to face someone he couldn't beat.
Hell, he very much did face someone he had no chance in hell to beat.
And the way he maintained his title, well, it was a good thing she wasn't making that public.
The absolute bombshell that was 18, not a stage name but her actual real given name as she insisted, had accepted a bribe to allow him to win. He didn't need the money, not even close, honestly the money from the tournament was a blip in the radar to him, his brand deals brought more weekly than the entire prize money, so he gladly took it.
But as she came to collect... the problem began when she realized exactly that.
Thus...
18 walked into the private office of Mr. Satan, Hercule to his more self conscious fans, but more importantly, she stepped into the most private innermost sanctum of Mark, the man behind the champ.
The clack of her heels was causing him to shiver with every step, and she faced him with a smirk. Ice cold blue eyes focused on the champ and he flinched as she walked up to him.
With a black and white striped long sleeved shirt under a sporty tank top, light blue, almost white jeans that seemed to be painted on, short heeled open toed sandals and the confidence and presence of an absolute queen, she cut a terribly enticing figure, as sexy as she was terrifying. She was someone who could crush him with a thought, who could think him out of existence.
She was someone for whom the heavens of the Earth were a pathetically low bar to clear.
And more importantly, she was someone who was on a mission. "A-Any problems with the transfer?"
"None, none at all, I've got to hand it to you, 'champ'," and he could hear the air quotes, as she cocked her hips and rested her hand on her thigh and pelvis, smirking at him, "I've never seen a man move so quickly to give me money. And yet, I couldn't help but notice..." she hummed thoughtfully. "You've got a whole lot more where that came from, don't you?"
"I mean I am the second richest person alive, not to brag," he said, pulling at the collar of his shirt.
"Exactly," she spoke, her smirk widening. "And I'm here, asking myself, just what else I could do to make some of that mine," she spoke, moving so swiftly and smoothly that it looked almost like she was floating onto his desk rather than walking, which she probably was. He remembered, she could fly. She sat her butt on his desk, and he saw as her shirt rode up and her jeans rode low, that she was wearing a tiny black whaletail thong.
Gulping, the idol of the masses leaned back into his plush chair, pressing his back against the thickly padded backrest. "W-What're you thinking?"
"Oh, I'm thinking, you're a lonely man, Mr. Satan," she said, her smile growing wider, "a single parent, raising a young girl, having to be an example... you've not remarried, and there wasn't even a single partner in any research I made. Either you're really good at keeping your personal life hidden, or..."
His face turned so red that it was visible through his heavily tanned cheeks and the dark hairs already growing on them. "Y-Yeah, so, so what if I haven't huh! I, I could have any woman I wanted!" he said.
"True," she said, "for the right price... and I saw how you looked at me, I felt your eyes roving all over my body, even now," she raised her leg, the spray painted on jeans hiding nothing, swinging her legs in the air and hearing him gulp, she was visibly satisfied. Then she threw her legs up and towards him, scooting towards him using her flight once again, putting one of her heeled feet on each side of him, on the armrests of his chair.
She looked at him between her raised legs, peering at him between her thighs.
"Double, and this is yours," she said, bringing her hands up to her body, starting just under her neck and rubbing along her chest, shaking her bra-less breasts at him as she continued her way down past her flat tummy and onto her crotch, grabbing onto her thighs and spreading them a little, somehow as she moved she had undone the button and pulled down the zipper of her jeans, letting him get a good look at her thong.
He gulped. "T-This, all, of, uh, that?"
18 raised her legs and hooked her thumbs onto her jeans, and then with a swift pull, removed her jeans, tossing them away and revealing her almost entirely exposed pussy, only a tiny triangle of black fabric hid her cunt lips, and the fact that she had a very carefully trimmed pubic region, only a small strip of hair remaining, was only making her even sexier.
"It'll be worth every zeni," she said, pointing a finger at his crotch, launching a small beam that seemed to disintegrate just his clothes, opening up his crotch.
Her eyes widened momentarily as his mammoth cock flopped out of containment once his underpants disappeared. Even not fully erect, he cut an incredibly impressive length and girth, it was darker than the skin around it and though she expected him to have a jungle down there, he was entirely bald.
He flinched and rolled back on the wheels of his chair, almost hitting the wall behind him, nearly knocking over a trophy case.
"I can see how much you want it... come on," she said, sliding off of the desk and turning around, showing him the perfect curves of her legs and her butt. She put her hands on the desk, and spread her legs just enough to give him access, and began to shake her butt, to shake her money maker as it were, to entice him to finally lose it. "Just give me what I want, and I'll let you do what~ever~you~like~!" she added, using her hands to pull her thong down, revealing her cunt, and then spreading it with her fingers.
"F-Fuck, you, you whore," he growled, "you really want to do this huh!? Fine then!" he finally said, finding not his courage, but overwhelming desire that overcame the fear of getting absolutely destroyed by the woman in front of him. "I'll show you... fifteen years of lust since I lost Miguel, I'll unload them all on you!!"
He stood up and what remained of his pants fell apart, his cock was fully erect now, his glans was a very dark brown as it became uncovered from his foreskin.
Without even bothering to prepare her at all, he put a hand on her ass to stop her from shaking it and used the other to help guide his cock into her pussy. He went in with great speed and furious passion, shoving a cock that would've given a horse a run for its money into 18's tight twat.
She was much smaller than him, not just in musculature but in height as well, compared to him most women were tiny, but it was the first time since his wife that he had ever managed to put his entire cock in something. His bitchbreaker looked to be huge on his already huge frame, and it was so large that immediately 18 lost her mind.
She choked on her own spit as she tried to moan, gasp and swallow all at once, but he paid her no mind.
"I can do whatever I want as long as I pay you right!?" he roared, "then take it!! Take my cock you whore!!"
He immediately began pounding her recklessly and powerfully.
He had never been able to fuck his wife the way he wanted to. She was a normal woman and he was a strong martial artist. Had he gone full on, mega hard on her, he would've broken her very swiftly.
But 18 could take it. Mark "Hercule" Satan couldn't hurt her if he tried, right? So he went all out and held absolutely nothing back!
Grabbing her hips he pounded her furiously, the slapping noise quickly hitting a crescendo and becoming deafeningly loud. Each pound of his hips and crotch on her ass and pussy, every time his cock gouged out her insides and pushed against her tight tummy, creating a bulge on her front, a shockwave coursed through the room, causing the glass and trophies in the room to rattle.
He was hitting her as hard and as fast as he could, reaching his limits and bursting beyond them.
Mark, before he became Mr. Satan, had been a complete loser, who had never been able to put his true talent to use. Having entirely too much self respect, he had never gone into porn or into the escort service, but the truth was that he had such incredible talent for sex that some would even call it divine, breaching past the realm of the gods and demons and mastering the ultimate techniques of sex.
Though the difference in their level of power was great, 18's immense power meant little against Mr. Satan's absolute technique.
Every movement was perfect, by pure instinct. Every impact fed his ego. Instead of becoming tired, he was growing more energetic. Instead of weakening, his thrusts became empowered. Instead of missing a step, he became more locked in with every pump, every pull, every thrust, every push. He rocked his hips, changing his angle, to hit every weak spot inside her.
Even the throbbing of his cock was perfect, matching her heartbeat and bulging and contracting at exactly the right times to push her to the limit.
He didn't even look at her face, he only imagined that smug, superior smirk, knowing she was but an ant to her, and it filled him with more rage and determination, his heart a weird storm of calm and passionate, raging, yet serene.
Mr. Satan could not see that her eyes were rolling to the back of her head, her mouth was open and her tongue lolled out, she hadn't spoken a single word because all she could do was moan, pant and swallow air, all she could do was babble unintelligible nonsense as she was fucked harder than she had ever thought imaginable.
"Fucking! Cunt!! So tight!!"
Roaring, Mr. Satan pushed himself to the absolute brink and then some, but even someone with his impossible level of talent could only exceed the limits of what was possible for even the gods themselves for so long.
"I'll fill you with my thick milk, earn that paycheck with your womb, you fucking whore!!"
Pushing himself in all the way and pushing past all her cunt's resistance until the tip of his dick knocked into and intrepidly invaded her baby room, Mark "Hercule" Satan claimed his superiority against all lesser men by dumping his seed directly into the most powerful woman in the world, creaming her and painting her deepest, furthest parts in his own off-white.
With a cry of pleasure and then a yell of pain as his rampage caught up to him, Mr. Satan fell on his chair, realizing only then that his clothes had become shredded, and so had hers, her thong had snapped, her jeans were gone, and her top was destroyed, only a few shreds were remaining.
She drooled, open mouthed and tongue lolled out, on his desk.
And yet, as the world came back into color and motion, he could see she was slowly waking up.
For a moment, he feared for his life as she turned her gaze on him. He knew she could end him with a whisper.
"S-Shit," she said, gulping her own saliva. "You might've... earned yourself, another go," she said, "I only planned to do it once but with a cock that good..."
"S-So-"
She smirked down at him, climbing atop his desk. "Double it again, and I'll let you use me all weekend."
Filled with excitement at meeting a woman he could finally go all out with, Mr. Satan jumped to his feet. "DEAL!" he shouted as he threw himself on top of her, ready to reshape her cunt to fit his cock some more.
