Looking up through ruddy colors, delight takes over him as glove snaps around flesh.
“I hear no one touches Mr. Trump without a glove; well this touch is going to be a little different, bitch.”
Sudden. White bulging, constrained inside orange —like a creamsicle being born organically. Colors, flesh, thrusting, squirming. Moans and squirms of delight from orange, but sighs of disappointment from white gloves. I shove my glove inside him, and as punishment for pathetic whimpers, I push too hard on his prostate causing him to explode in impotent, small handed ecstasy.
“Sure, Joe, he’s a filthy slut —but look what little Orange Julius Caesar puts out. Fucking nothing of substance. I told you he didn’t have the range.”
I’d say that I didn’t plan to fuck Donald Trump in the ass, hard —but I’d be lying. I could smell through my Morning Joe that little unprepared piggy’s slut heat. I needed to find a way to use that. I need to get Joe to help me. That motherfucker is more clutch than his hair plugs multiplied by his veneers:
“Donny, you know we all need to get back like a Philly girl after some PBR in my Trans Am. We all need to get together before we steal this thing for whoever is standing in for ‘the Jews’ in conspiracy theories in comments sections these days. We need to –you know—blow off some, heh, steam. Let me call Jeffrey.”
“He does have the classiest, yoogest sex plane.”
“Exactly. We all know you’ll be there, let’s do it now before the majority of American vote against their own self interest and install, at the peak of our empire when it’s in desperate need of repair and rebuilding, a failed businessman”
“I don’t know, I planned on eating out Ivanka for dinner –I mean eating out with Ivanka for dinner. Do you think we could get Jeffrey to take her?”
”I can ask once we’re there and about to get on the sex plane.”
“Good.”
“Now put on this blindfold. You need plausible deniability.”
“That’s why you’re the smartest, classiest, most gold quality Veep ever,Joe.”
Joe smiles and secures the blindfold. They arrive at the hanger and Joe pretends to ask Jeffrey about Ivanka. He hold Trump’s cell up to his blindfolded head in the limo.
“Ivanka, baby, Daddy needs to go hang out with Joe and Jeff and have a fun time. They said you couldn’t come or cum on the plane.”
“Gross, Dad.”
“Honey, you have the yoogest-best, golden-moist day.”
“I only talk to you in hope of mitigating your embarrassing acts.”
Joe crushes the phone in his masculine hands and throws it on the floor, tells the Secret Service that his detail will take over the security, and after they leave he moves Trump into the plane. Joe throws him into a room and ties him to a chair and rips off the blindfold.
“This isn’t the Epstein’s sex plane. There’s no scent of lube or teenage despair.”
Joe stands and paces in front of Trump. Unbuttoning his dark gray jacket.
“You little fuckwit boarding school boy. You don’t understand, you just grunt and people call it words.I’m going to strip you like how your ill defined fiscal policies will strip the US Treasury due to shear panic in the markets alone –not to forget the disastrous implementation that it would take to inact your policies. You’re going to rip every dollar out of this country, but before that I’m going to rip every piece of clothes of your disgusting mac-n-cheese body.”
“Tell me more about how I instill panic and destroy,” he slithered while twisting his nipple against the restraints.
Joe has removed his coat and has his hand sewn striped shirt halfway open.
“You don’t or can’t understand the concepts that shape our world. You praised 2 trillion dollars disappearing because of Brexit, and I’m going to make your pathetic little rich-man uniform disappear.”
Joe unties Donald, but removes his clothes. Trump is visibly excited and squirming for attention when Joe bend Trump over the chair and lifts his hand high into the air.
::Gasp:: “Make me pay like a school boy that failed economics but brags about Wharton!”
“You’re just a boy that needs discipline.” SMACK.
Somehow the terrible man got even oranger as his smile widened with each spanking stroke on his bare ass.
“Oh, God! Punish me like my tax policies will punish the middle class while my extended family and business partners profit off of shorting the market I destroy by over taxing the very classes of society that spend the most and fuel the economy! Hurt me deep, Joe.”
“I’ll instill fear in you like the Asian markets after ‘Leave’ won.”
The Vice President of The United State’s strong hands grab Trump by the broke-ass-road-cone colored hips and toss him over a desk.
“Tell me about the destruction I will win and fuck me.”
“I’m gonna fuck you up like you’re the US Military depending on predictable leaders to ensure deterrence and my Daddy cock is your incoherent and contradictory military plans to ‘Make America Great Again. I’mma call your ass European Stability cause my dick is gonna fuck it up like a nuclear threat from POTUS –which incidentally is my dick’s name: ‘Nuclear Threat from POTUS.’”
“I’ll take nothing of the table but my horny ass when it’s satisfied.”
Joe drops his pants, waves his hand to show his penis and puts LBJ to shame. He gets behind a begging, screaming Trump then spits on his own President Johnson and start fucking Europe hard. Bringing a shuttering chaos to Trump like bringing a rogue leader to power over one of the strongest and most historically stable nuclear powers in a post bi-polar hegemony world brings chaos to world security.
“You ain’t no power bottom; you can’t even where a power suit.”
“Daddy Joe the Chaos Bringer, fill me up.”
Joe’s strokes start becoming irregular like the global climate in a world where a sentient, oozing jar of bronzer has become POTUS and does not believe in or act to avoid global climate change. Joe blows inside the Donald: the small handed menace, but he stays hard and keeps stroking lightly in and out of Cumdump Trump.
“You’re so unfulfilling.”
Trump hears the door open and starts leaking precum like awet, horny bitch as steps pronounce themselves. A belt is unbuckled and pants drop. Looking up through ruddy colors, delight takes over him as glove snaps around flesh.
“I hear no one touches Mr. Trump without a glove; well this touch is going to be a little different, bitch.”
Sudden. White bulging, constrained inside orange —like a creamsicle being born organically. Colors, flesh, thrusting, squirming. Moans and squirms of delight from orange, but sighs of disappointment from white gloves. I shove my glove inside him, and as punishment for pathetic whimpers, I push too hard on his prostate causing him to explode in impotent, small handed ecstasy.
“Sure, Joe, he’s a filthy slut —but look what little Orange Julius Caesar puts out. Fucking nothing of substance. I told you he didn’t have the range.”
Trump can’t quite make out the figure as it walks towards him. He opens his willing mouth as Joe rolls him over on his back while still inside him. Suddenly, A mouth that knows it can contain two tiny fists is open.
“Fill my mouth like I’m hungry because I no longer get free school lunch!”
I sit down on his face, smothering him, grind my pussy until it’s pink/red with excitement and orange with his Florida fratty color crust.
“You dim fuck. Lick that pussy clean like Rustbelt families will have to lick clean plates to save for college for their kids after you gut the Department of Education and Pell Grants. There’s no hope for a future generation’s educational goals, and there’s no hope for you unless you spit shine that cunt.”
Trump grunts and hungrily swallows and laps. “Tell me how I’ll make America great again by remaking it in the imagine of my failed Casinos.”
“What a thirsty little bitch. Joe, we should’ve known from his Twitter account.”
The mention of Twitter immediately makes Trump hard like a rocket that will never fly because President Trump will devote no money to science, exploration or space programs.
“My boss bitch lips are going to undue your tongue like you’re going to undue moderate progressive reforms like the healthcare granted by the Affordable Care Act. You’re going to leave millions of the very people that love and adore you empty, with a gaping hole. Just like Uncle Joe and I are gonna do to you.”
Trump is bucking on the steady wood of our impressive Veep, while me, the Secretary of Cumming in Donald Trump’s richman ratchet weave, is about to finish up round one –grinding while all three of us groan.
Joe’s and my eyes meet, and I stand up –leaving orange smears of wetness and terrible cheese-based make-up behind. Joe comes over, and shoves his dick right in Trump’s mouth.”
“What if your ‘Murican follows saw what a hungry little cockslut you are ? They’d leave faster than your wives after they realize they’ve signed up for a lifetime of staring at a set of low hanging oranges but still can’t fill your gaping hunger.”
After I affix the straps on the instrument left under the desk, Trumps screams and moans as he’s penetrated again with a thick, cold object.
The Vice President can’t help himself and laughs while he’s getting cleaned and harder again, “Donny, you’re getting rawdogged by Hilldawg.”
“Joe and I call this ‘French Diplomacy.’”
We high-five while fucking Little Donny.
Trump squirms on my strap-on like the cumhog he is. I start slapping and twisting the deflated globes he calls balls, while Joe twists the small handed one’s undulating penis. Trump looks up and sees me pegging him. He immediately gushes and sprays all over at the sight of himself.
“Oh, ME! I LOVE ME!”
“Just like this whole campaign gets you off cause you’re a narcissist, you cum hardest when you see yourself getting ruined like how you’ll ruin the country’s credit rating. I’d almost be sad if I weren’t enraged and the stakes weren’t so very high. We all need to expose your empty core.”
Suddenly I pull out and snap a picture of Trump’s gaping, hollow core. It was basically the same color as his skin under heavy lighting. I grab Trump’s hand and Joe asks, “Where are you going?”
I take Joe’s hand and guide them both, Trump looks up and says, “We’re going to the Air Force Two’s bathroom, so you can both piss on and in me. “
Piss on and in him we did, and did he ever deserve it. I can’t believe he was almost president.
Signed,
