Trump's anticipation had reached its limit. His mind had wandered for the last three hours to what Alexei could possibly have in store for him. He loved sex, no wait he loved fucking. Sex was boring, fucking was wild, dirty and to some people disgusting. Trump had done it all, or so he thought. Every position, every hole licked, sucked and fucked. He couldn't get enough of it. Manning was his next conquest he needed to have her. He looked at his phone, she would be here any minute. He unbuttoned the next button on his shirt, Manning would be here any minute.
Manning arrived and stepped out of the limousine. She had got changed. She was wearing white adidas trainers, cream coloured shorts, a white Hollister polo shirt which showed her white bra and a white adidas cap. For some reason she was wearing another pair of Oakley shades, white this time. Trump had never seen anyone look like this, it was a bold look that was for sure, but it was one that Manning pulled off with effortless ease. Manning was walked to the door by the secret service detail, laughed and joked with them up the winding path to Trumps cabin which lay on the outskirts of Washington. The cabin was beautifully furnished, an open fire was roaring in the lounge and Trump was about to pour Manning her first drink as she burst in. "Don't worry pal I'll drink it out of bottle, did you only buy four? Best get the lads to order in some more before we get started I'm parched. Here watch this." Manning placed the bottle to her lips, threw her head back and drink was gone in under 3 seconds. "Reggy taught me that back at uni, swallowed his tongue doing it a few years back, stupid cunt". Trump was taken back by the use of the word, but instantly knew he was in for a good time, more importantly he was in for a filthy time.
Trump, Eager to get down to business, forced down the double shot of Courvoisier and stood up. Upon seeing this Manning grabbed another bottle, tore off the lid with her teeth and downed another. "Right big man, I'm all yours lets get your kit off and see if you really are socks and pants stuff?". "Socks and pants?" Replied Trump. "You know. Top draw." Mannion snorted "get your kit off I have something that you'll want to see." Trump did as he was told, he had had women like this before, and he was keen to be dominated tonight. He knew that by giving in like this in the future he could be as filthy as he liked and they wouldn't mind. One evening of doing what she said he thought.
Manning stood in front of the naked Trump, she tied his hands behind his back and downed another WKD blue. "Don't mind if I spark up in here do you?" As she lit a cigarette blowing the smoke in his face. "Now then, remember what I gave you in the Oval Office? Time for you to repay the favour." Manning slowly took off her t-shirt leaving it on an old deep brown armchair. Then came off her shorts she kept the sunglasses on, what happened next Trump didn't expect in any of his wildest fantasies, she started to slide off her, what looked like male boxer shorts, to reveal a large penis. Trump was in shock, but in the same instance more turned on than he had ever been before. His cock grew exponentially he had never felt it throb like this before. "Trump that pal" said Manning triumphantly. She held his gaze for what seemed like forever "get your laughing gear around that old time it won't suck itself."
Trump, more eagerly than he could have imagined, horsed down Manning's large cock. Gulping and slurping tasting every drop. His hands even reached up to grab her ballsack and he considered sucking it before Manning pulled at his hair "suck the tip of my bellend big man I love that." Quick as a flash he went back to it, Manning moaned and groaned as Trump pleasured her. Trump felt her cock swell in his mouth but before he felt the taste of her load in his mouth she whipped it out, smacking it across his cheek and with a few pumps of her hand she erupted into his face covering Trump's eyes and nose. Forcing him to breathe through his mouth. Trump greedily licked what he could and begged to be untied so he could finish the rest. Manning obliged before settling into the large armchair sparking another cigarette and ripping the top off another WKD. "Let me tell you a story about a Northern Irish bouncer I met once, he was bowling around a nightclub spouting off about his 'huge cock' I heard him say, "let me tell you one thing about me, I've got a huge cock." Manning began to retell this story in a broad Northern Irish accent "'I've got a massive dick," I saw him go up to a black lad and say, "I bet yous £500 I've got a bigger dick than yous." So they've both slapped their cocks out and fair play to the Nordie, his cock was bigger than the black lads... Anyway I've cruised in, downed 3 tequilas and said to them both, "Oi soppy bollocks, you call those big dicks? This is a big dick," and I've whacked the old chap out. I've taken £500 off the both of them and I'm walking around this nightclub with a fat G in my back pocket just because of the size of me old boy.
Trump looked with astonishment, he knew Manning had more in store for him but he didn't know what the rest of the night would entail.
