A Tale of Trump: Making America Erotic Again

Three hours had never felt so long. Donald was disgusted. I should have taken that edible with Ben, he thought. No wonder that polished-turd-with-eyes had remained so calm and collected.

Face it Trump, you’ve lost a step.

No, no it was all wrong. She had changed the whole equation. Donald could wipe his ass with Jeb Bush any day of the week, but she had upset his whole plan. Why did he get involved in this mess in the first place? No… Donald thought- I have to make our country great again. Our leaders are so stupid… So stupid. I can’t lose sight of the goal. We’ve made it so far.

The candidates shuffled back to their dressing area, which was conveniently located in Reagan’s plane just behind the debate stage. He glanced around the cabin. Scott Walker was on the phone again, taking a call from the Koch Brothers. Fucking disgrace, thought Donald. He scanned farther down and came across Ted Cruz, continuing to mutter to himself about the Iran Nuclear Deal. Donald respected Cruz-but he needed to cool down about this deal. Deal making was an art, and the brash young Senator from Texas had no respect for the art. He was pure rage. Donald liked that in a man. There was Chris Christie, dripping in taco grease, and Rubio sipping a bottle of water. Then he saw her. The light entering the windows of the plane kissed her tight skin- she was glowing like an angel. Unfortunately the only female candidate had not been provided her own dressing space. When the arrangements were made, there were no female candidates in the top debate, but she had changed all that. Donald didn’t mind, in fact he was glad for the chance to observe her perfect body. Donald loved women, and boy did they love him. Carly had removed her jacket, and was gently tugging at the strings on her supple push-up bra. Something suddenly overcame him. He lurched forward, awkwardly, suddenly conscious of the thinness of his hair and the wrinkles under his eyes.

“Carly, when I said you were beautiful back there, it wasn’t just to get the press off my back.” She stopped. “I meant it Carly.” “I have… feelings for you.” He gazed into the deep black pools of her eyes, searching for a reaction, yet she was stoic. It was as if she was looking right past him. No woman had ever made The Donald feel so powerless. “Take out your cock, Donald.” “My…cock? “Don’t make me ask twice” “Oh, well… alright” He yanked at his gold studded belt, unbuttoned his fine silk shirt. Her eyes never left him. When he went to place his belt on the ground below she stopped him. “That belongs to me.” He had never been so hard in his life. He could see her nipples swelling now, poking through her sexy little costume. His cock was throbbing, his brow covered in sweat. “Not today, Donald”. Dammit, it was Rand Paul! His cock fell limp. “I’ve had it with you Trump. Always making your jabs, playing to the crowd. You’re not even a real candidate! I tell you what, I aught to-CRACK! The belt descended in a flash and Rand crumpled to the floor.

Now 18 eyes were staring at his vascular member, lamely dangling like a soggy croissant.

Donald didn’t care. Let them look. Carly was now removing her freshly pleated pants, her tight ass springing free from its elastic prison. “Fuck me Donald. Right in front of all of these clowns.” Oh how he wished he could. But right now his cock felt lifeless, soft, and uninspiring, like that loser Jeb Bush. Speaking of Jeb… Wait! Donald knew what he had to do. “HEY JEB, COME OVER HERE! “Not now Donald, I’m on the phone with my kids. Is that your penis? Gross, man” “Tell your spic kids to go back to Mexico” His cock twitched with life. “Donald, that’s really uncalled for, have some decency” “You worthless loser Jeb, look at you. Second rate son, Second rate brother, and here you are next to me, a second rate candidate, ” Jeb looked shaken- Donald’s cock seized with raw power. He was almost full chub now. He had to keep going. I AM INCREDIBLY RICH! FEED ME YOUR TEARS! Jeb collapsed, shaken, tears streamed down his cheek, and Donald’s apprentice was finally standing at full attention.

The Don shifted his gaze back to Carly- his raw, pumping cock fueling his superstar ego. This was the man who earned the hearts of the American people. “Carly, you know I love you baby, but your pussy looks as dry as the afghan desert. Jeb, get your sorry ass over here.” Jeb obeyed. “I want you to cry on my cock. Look me in the eyes when you do it. Lube me up real good, understand?” Jeb obeyed. With his member now oily with the Florida governor’s tears, Donald returned to Carly, who awaited him eagerly. Her old pussy reeked and Donald loved it. He plunged deep inside her- she could barely handle him.

While he pounded away and away, the other men in the room all stared in amazement. Just then, Donald felt warm, rough hands caress his bare back. A smooth, wispy voice cooed in his ear. “Mind if I join this party?” Dr. Ben Carson was fully nude- his chiseled physique seemed to glimmer in the twilight of the plane’s cabin. Dangling like a chocolate stethoscope, his manhood swayed in the stale air. Each candidate held their breath as they awaited Donald’s response. It was well known that Mr. Trump rarely shared his women, especially with African-American surgeons.

“You can have her ass.”

Together they punished her filthy chocolate starfish for what seemed like hours, their cocks pumping in tandem like a black and white cookie, but made of cock. Before too long, the whole cabin had become a conservative orgy the likes of which neither heaven nor hell had seen before. The night came alive with the furious pounding of flesh on flesh and the low moans of great men as they each approached climax. Donald glanced to his left. Christie had somehow found a hot dog bun, and was wrapping it around John Kasich’s thick dong. From a fanny pack around his waist, the New Jersey Governor procured an array of condiments; ketchup, mustard, relish, nacho cheese, barbeque sauce, melted butter, bacon bits, sour cream, cheese curds, turkey gravy, and a full jar of mayonnaise. With an experienced touch, he lathered his delicious blend all over the cock-on a-bun in front of him.

Christie had skipped dinner earlier that night to prep for the debate. It was time to feast.

Off to his right Donald saw Mike Huckabee attempting to fit a whole King James bible in his ass, while Ted Cruz cheered him on with gleeful admiration.

As the two frontrunners gave Carly the double penetration of her life, Donald could feel Ben’s chocolate balls relentless lapping against the top of his cock like the Atlantic City beach, where Donald had done very well. Donald’s orgasm was fast approaching now. He felt it rising from his toes, building strength. His eyes locked with Ben. There was no stopping it now.

CRACK! Suddenly the door of the cockpit blew open with a flash of radiant white light and a thick smoke blanketed the remnants of the entryway. A silhouette appeared, slowly emerging from the fog. The shrouded figure took a step forward.

Donald exited Carly and turned to face what was left of of the cockpit. No, no, it couldn’t be. It just wasn’t possible. They had all seen him die. Yet, here he was.

“Look at yourselves, you incompetent fucks. Look at what you’ve become. You’re all pathetic!”

Donald clenched his teeth. It was too late- he was helpless to stop it. He came, hard.

The 40th President of the United States reeled backward, covered head to toe in the real estate mogul’s semen. Marco Rubio let out an audible gasp. Donald was horrified. His thoughts were racing. What have I done? This man is my idol, all of our idols, and I just came in his face! Donald fell to his knees, tears welling in his eyes. “Mr. Reagan, I’m so so sorry. It was total accident sir! Please, forgive me!” “Forgive you? I should be thanking you. Rise, Donald Trump.” Donald was confused. “What do you mean sir?” “Don, cumming in my face like that took some real balls. Look around-take a good hard look at all these pussies. They’re losers, Don. But not you, dammit. You’re a winner, born and bred. Its you Don, its always been you, you’re the one.

“Only you can make America great again.”

And somehow, Donald came again.

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