As Trump stood looking out over the pristine lawns from his Oval Office he couldn’t believe how much his life has changed in the last two weeks. The wall to Mexico had begun construction and he had already begun to dissolve Obamacare. However, as the breeze blew a few golden leaves over the sun drenched lawn, little did he know that the next 24 hours would change his life and perhaps that of the nation forever.

He made his way over to the Roosevelt desk. He decided he wouldn’t bother with a tie today he only had a few appointments, one of which was with the England Women’s cricket team. Whatever cricket was. He was sure an advisor would inform him so he didn’t look stupid. His shirt and trousers were freshly pressed and his hair flopped over his head like a gentle willow. Margaret, his trusty aid who had got him out of many a scrape, called through. Ajay wanted to see him about further tax reform. With a shrug he beckoned him in.

Lunch for Trump was salmon with some salad. Margaret thought it would give him the extra vitality he needed to push through his reforms. He sat at his desk reading through the notes on the England Women’s side, who had travelled to try and promote the game in North America. He had no interest in meeting them but knew it would be a good photo opportunity. He strolled down to the front of the White House where he would be greeting them. There was not a huge amount of press but Trump knew to put on his best show and welcome everyone of the group. He addressed each of them and shook each had, finally he got to the back room staff and last in line was a girl who even though they were in side was still wearing a pair of bright orange Oakley sunglasses. Her hair was slicked back into a greasy ponytail. She had the same tracksuit on as every one else but her trousers looked like they could be ripped off with ease. She came forward “Alright Trump”. Trump was taken aback, he couldn’t remember the last time he was spoken to like that.

Five minutes later and Trump still couldn’t keep his eyes off this woman. She strolled around like she owned the place, whacking all the girls on the back as she laughed and bullishly horsed down the canapés. Trump felt that urge again, the same one the caught him out during the Rhode Island primaries. The urge to have her. He knew he needed her and from that moment would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. In that very instant the woman looked over at him. She met his stare and almost rudely summonsed him over.

Trump joined in the jovial chit chat about the warm winter they were having in Washington. When all of a sudden he felt a gripe a his trousers. He looked down and saw a large hand tugging at his crotch he followed the arm up and it belonged to the woman in the Oakleys, Trump couldn’t believe his luck. He moved in close and whispered in her ear “Oval Office, ten minutes” with that he announced that he had another meeting and gave a formal goodbye, briefly catching the eye of his mystery woman on his way out.

Trump sat down in his chair, wondering what was about to happen. The anticipation had his member starting to swell. Margaret buzzed through “Mr President an Alexei Manning is here for you, you have 45 minutes before the defence briefing, be quick.” ‘Alexei, Trump thought, fits her perfectly.’ “Come in” he called and the large door swung open. In strode Manning, her large breasts bouncing with every stride. Trump expected something but he certainly wasn’t expecting what was about to come. “Sit down fella” Manning said “this’ll be the best BJ you’ve ever had.”

Trump fell back into his chair, wild with anticipation. He had had good head before, Catherine in Oregon, Marcia in Detroit. He often masturbated whilst recalling the way he blew his thick creamy load on their young innocent faces. Manning knelt down, a packet of B&H gold fell out of her pocket. “I’ll spark one later guv”. She yanked at his zip and Trump’s cock emerged like a badger eagerly leaving its hole for a nights foraging. Into her mouth she gobbled like she hadn’t had cock in years, sliding her tongue over every inch, sucking and licking. Trump was close to blowing already at that point his phone rang. Fuck it, he thought, before seeing it was President Putin. “I got to take this”. Trump called out. “I’ll stop when I’m ready pal” came the retort. Trump couldn’t believe his luck, if only Putin could see that his cock was down the throat of Manning whilst they discussed a drone hovering over Red Square.

“I’m cumming”. Trump called out “In me mouth then squire” Manning gargled. Trump exploded into her mouth. Manning without flinching swallowed in one go, let go of his cock and said “let’s have a selfie, bet the girls £50 you’d be blowing your beans in less than five minutes”. She dropped a card on his desk. “Give me a call, I’ll fuck your brains out tonight old time”. Trump fell back astounded but was already thinking about how he could get out of his state dinner.

The next few hours were a blur. Trump bounced from defence briefing to meeting some environmental lobbyists without really being able to think about anything other than having Alexei. He wanted to feel her close. He wanted to touch every part of her. After a long chat with Margaret he had decided that he would not be up to the state dinner this evening, he gave her a look that she had seen hundreds of times over the years. She knew he was horny as hell and she knew that it was the Manning woman that had done it to him. She would have to be extra vigilant tonight.

Trump sent the vice-president and made up an excuse which involved him having urgent meetings. He would discreetly use his security detail to get himself to his private mid town residence and ensure they got Alexei there at the same time. It would be perfect. He had managed to speak to her briefly to ask her if she wanted any drinks or dinner. Her blunt response was ” Get us a pack of fags, pack of blue WKD and some Doritos, then you’ll get the ride of your life.”

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