White House Secrets

Hello, this is my first attempt at this kind of thing. Please give honest feedback. Sorry for any formatting errors or any grammar/spelling errors I might have missed. Thanks and enjoy.

Edit: I see maybe this is a bit long compared to other stories on here. Maybe I should break it up into a few parts? Any suggestions on this also welcome.
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White House Secrets

Donald sat quietly at his desk in the Oval Office, feverishly penning the last words of his final Executive Order of the day. It was merely a budget allocation for White House renovations, though Donald imagined he was signing an order to send his former attorney Michael Cohen to Iran on a “peacekeeping mission.” Just a fantasy, sadly, though he vowed to himself he’d one day have his revenge. Frustrated and tired from a long day of dealing with more fake news maligning his character, Donald put his favorite black pen down, placed his head into his hands, inhaled deeply, and slowly exhaled.

The Oval Office door slowly began to open. Donald looked up, and his face quickly softened, with a small smile and look of longing overtaking his expression. Ivanka made eye contact with Donald as she entered the room. When she turned around to close the door, Donald buried his gaze firmly into her ass cheeks protruding from her white sheath dress.

Ivanka casually strutted towards Donald in her black heels – or as Donald liked to call them, her “fuck me pumps.” Ivanka smiled with a hint of seductivity.

“What are you up to, daddy?”

“Oh, dear, you know, the usual. This Macron is complaining about the yellow vests again. Can you believe it? Watch him try to man up and deal this on his own. Total loser.”

“Yeah, I know, Macron is totally weird,” Ivanka replied as she forced an eye roll, evident enough she was not in total agreement. “But I like the French, dad. We should help them, shouldn’t we?”

Donald rolled his eyes himself. “Ivvy, you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink. Sometimes people’ve just gotta learn the hard way.”

“Okay, whatever,” Ivanka said in a dejected voice. She approached one of the two Oval Office couches, picking her favorite one closer to the grandfather clock up against the wall. She rested her purse down on the table between the couches, and plopped her firm figure down onto the couch cushion. Memories resurfaced in Donald’s mind of when Kellyanne was kneeling on that same couch not long ago, oblivious to the media circus she would create with her unwomanly behavior. He’d thought on more than one occasion about Kellyanne – “Krafty Kelly”, he called her – and whether or not she was as fun and wild as his intuition was telling him. Perhaps he could make this fantasy come to fruition one day; after all, he thought, he was the most powerful man in the world.

“I’ll call Frenchy and give him a pep talk tomorrow. How ’bout that, sweetie?” Ivanka smiled with satisfaction and nodded.

Donald opened the top desk drawer to his right and pulled out a mini basketball. He aimed and shot towards the hoop on the outside of the bathroom door. The ball hit the rim on the left side and bounced off onto the floor. Donald exhaled in disappointment.

Ivanka, having casually watched this little saga play out, rolled her eyes. She kicked off her heels, knelt up on the couch – just like Kellyanne – and fixated her attention on her iPhone.
Donald stood up, pushed out his chair behind him, and walked towards the couch. He approached Ivanka, and slowly sat down next to his eldest daughter. He sank into the couch cushion, letting some stress of the day seep out of his stiff frame.

“Melania’s back in New York…and here you are.” Staring at the wall across the room, Donald turned his head to look towards Ivanka. She looked back at him with curious delight.

“Of course I’m here, dad. I’m your little girl.”

“And you always will be, won’t you?” Donald lowered his gaze and reached over to place his hand on Ivanka’s thigh. She reacted with surprise, even a bit startled. “Daddy, there’s people outside!” She playfully slapped his hand away, but was unable to hide her smile. Entirely undeterred, Donald scooted over closer to her. He placed his arm around her shoulders and pressed his index finger up against her lips, forcing whatever words that may have been forthcoming right back in.

“Sh-Sh-Shhhhh. Don’t you worry about them, Ivvy. I’m the President now, and you’re my special advisor. This is our room now, and I’ll never let anyone get in the way of us. If they wanna talk – well, let them talk.” Ivanka’s look of surprise was evident and pronounced, though it was plain to see she was very much turned on by her father’s words. Caution was still in her body but her levels of excitement were rapidly rising beyond her control.
“B-but we don’t want people to know about us, dad…do we?” It’s a secret she would never share, though the burden did become heavy at times – and, truth be told, she couldn’t help but get excited at the thought of their escapades one day being out in the open. It was at this moment Ivanka noticed her panties becoming wet. Her dirty thoughts brought her some embarrassment, though not nearly enough to counter the thrill.

Donald, with his left arm still wrapped around his daughter’s shoulders, tightened his grip. He ran the back of his right hand across her cheek, and slowly down her neck, and onto her chest just above her breasts. Ivanka squirmed ever so slightly, if only to offer some token resistance, but her father’s grip was firm. Her resistance had all but dissipated by now. She let out a slight moan as she exhaled, and her eyeballs rolled ever so slightly to the back of her head. Only her father could get her this excited so early into the action.

“Nobody will ever know. Ever.” He paused, ruminating over this thought for a quick second, perhaps sharing some of Ivanka’s unspoken sentiments. “Maybe they’ll talk. I don’t care. Let them talk.” Donald’s hand moved to to her side, and slid slowly downward as he began to lean in for a kiss. Ivanka sensed this coming, and instinctively turned her head his way. Her lips received his, and a slow kiss took life. The kiss quickly gained traction and became more passionate, as she allowed her mouth to open further to fully receive Donald. She felt his tongue slowly make its away into her mouth as she felt her body fully giving in to him. She put her right hand around Donald’s head and through his hair – which, despite the public mockery, she had always adored – and her other hand found its way onto Donald’s shoulder. “Nobody can touch us now, Ivvy.” Ivanka could barely contain herself. Before she knew what she was doing, she found her left hand had slid far downward and was now massaging Donald’s penis over his suit pants. Donald exhaled heavily while letting out a soft moan of his own.

“Mmm, already hard for me, Daddy? Is this from the unchecked Executive Orders you’ve been pushing through all week?” Donald, having none of her sass, grew stern at once. Ivanka saw the look of seriousness she had precisely hoped to bring forth, but could still see the look of undeniable pleasure beneath the surface. He liked the talkback, even if he didn’t admit it, which Ivanka was well aware of.

Donald grabbed his daughter by the arms and forcefully moved her from the couch down onto the floor in front of him in one swift motion. Now with her on her knees, Donald repositioned himself, her upper arms still in his hands, and lowered his grip down to her wrists. He guided her hands onto his thighs, and then proceeded to confidently lay back. Thirst and excitement were in his little girl’s eyes, and her hands began working their magic without any effort on her part. “Melania can have the Trump Tower. I’ve got the real Trump Tower right here.” Ivanka’s hands worked quickly, unzipping Donald’s pants, reaching in, and pulling out his semi-erect dick. She gripped his shaft with her right hand and used her left to cup his balls, just the way he liked it.

Donald gazed downward just in time to watch Ivanka’s face dive onto his dick. When her tongue made contact with the head of his penis, he groaned, smiled, and sunk back into his seat on the couch. She gently cupped his balls while licking his dick, running circles around it with her tongue. Ivanka looked up at Donald, her eyes longingly staring into his. She lifted her head and licked her upper teeth seductively to get her father’s full attention. “What about your wife…Mister President?” Almost instantly, Donald placed his hands around Ivanka’s head and guided it back down into his lap. Ivanka absolutely loved the feeling of his hands forcing her head onto his dick. She opened her mouth to once again let it enter, savoring her father’s moans of pleasure as she gradually took it all in. They’d done it so many times before, but somehow this was better than ever. She felt Donald’s hands tighten around her head, forcing her all the way down, then slowly back up, guiding her back and forth.

“The U.S. hasn’t nuked a country in 73 years. Since before I was even born. I wonder…”

“Mmhmm.” Her pace quickened, her lips wrapped tightly around Donald’s dick, her tongue massaging his shaft in her mouth. All of a sudden Ivanka heard her phone ring, which was resting on the couch beside Donald. Donald peaked over to see who was calling; “Vladdy.” Ivanka knew her father was strangely turned on by her trying to compose herself well enough to carry on a phone conversation while in the heat of the moment. She grabbed her phone and answered.

“Ivanka speaking…Vladdy, hi, how are you?” Donald forced Ivanka’s head back down into his lap. He could hear Putin’s voice in the background, unable to make out the words. “Mmhmm,” was all Ivanka could get out, and eventually she pulled her back head up. “Vladdy, stop it!”, she exclaimed, smiling sheepishly. Donald eyed her suspiciously. Ivanka covered the phone and whispered, “You told me to make nice, didn’t you daddy?” Donald shrugged. He wasn’t thrilled but had learned long ago that he couldn’t control what his daughter did, or whom she did it with. He also knew better than to scold Ivanka for something that likely would be helping him in the long-term.

“I know, Vladdy. Da- Donald isn’t mad at you, I promise. You know, he’s just really been busy lately.” It was near time to wrap things up. Another “mmhmm” with her father’s cock stuffed in her mouth.

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be calling soon….mmhmm. Me too. Bye bye, Vladdy.” Ivanka casually tossed the phone back onto the couch, sending a wink her dad’s way. Donald felt a tinge of jealousy creep up on him.

“You’re daddy’s little girl, aren’t you Ivvy? Forever and ever?”
Ivanka lifted her head up once more. “You know I’m your little fucktoy, daddy. Forever and ever.”

Just as her head was going back down, she felt the firm grasp of Donald’s hands on her arms. He slowly stood up off the couch, pulling her up with him. As she licked her lips clean of Donald’s precum, he raced his hands down to her hips, thighs, and under her dress. He massaged her thighs, squeezed her ass thoroughly and vigorously as he always did, then slowly ran his fingers between her legs.

“Oh dad, I’m so w-” Donald swung her around to face him, and delivered a slap across the face. Not so hard as to leave a mark, but hard enough to keep Ivanka on edge and assert his dominance.

“You’ll speak to the leader of the free world when you’re spoken to, Missy. Got it?” Ivanka nodded steadily, eyes intent with focus. She was soaking up every moment of this new Presidential roleplay. Or was it roleplay at all?

Donald turned her back around and guided her to the Oval Office desk. Donald was beginning to feel it, the power that came with being the President that still hadn’t fully sunk in. He felt it overwhelming him in that moment, with his luscious daughter ready to serve his every whim.

Donald bent Ivanka over the front of the desk, some files and papers being thrown aside. He lifted Ivanka’s dress up to her waist and shoved his hand down the front of her panties. He quickly felt the juices of Ivanka’s wet pussy soak his fingers. “I raised such a good girl. What would President Trump do without you?” Donald used both hands to slide her panties down to the floor. Ivanka lifted her feet up one at a time as Donald slid them off her ankles and tossed them aside. “I haven’t even done this with Melania, you know. So remember the rules: Our little secret.”

“Always da–oh!” Donald ‘s erection was pressed up against Ivanka’s wet pussy lips from behind, and he began sliding it up and down, back and forth. “Ohhhh…” Ivanka moaned, as she felt her entire body tingling. Donald grabbed her hips, positioned himself, and used his hand to guide his dick inside his her, slowly pushing himself deeper and deeper into his daughter’s warm, wet pussy. Ivanka felt her entire body spasm as she took his cock, welcoming every bit of it inside her, and felt her body filled with warmth as Donald entered fully inside her. He thrusted back outward, savoring the feeling of his daughter’s pussy walls wrapped around him, pulsating against his throbbing penis. He couldn’t help but note how tight she still was; even after squeezing out three kids he was unsure if he noticed any difference at all compared to when they first began their adventures in her teen years. Truth be told, for all either of them knew, any one of those kids could have been Donald’s with the way they had been carrying on. This was something of which they dared never speak aloud.

Ivanka’s moans intensified. “We’re making America great again, daddy…” Both father and daughter were overcome with ecstasy, losing themselves in the moment. They felt the stress of their days dripping away from their bodies, now entirely overcome by their base urges, fucking like animals in perhaps the most prestigious room in Washington. Ivanka somehow summoned the energy to place her hands firmly on the edge of the desk so that she could push back against her father’s dick, setting an asychronous motion between the two, thrusting and pushing. Donald felt the power of the Oval Office surrounding him in this moment as Ivanka bounced back and forth on his cock.

“It’s gonna be a good six years for us both.”

Between breaths Ivanka gasped out, “Nuke all the towelheads, daddy”, A sly grin passed over Donald’s lips; he took pride in his ability to bring out his daughter’s evil side, especially knowing how she excelled at hiding it. Ivanka surprised even herself by her commentary, but hardly had the energy to care in that moment. She squeezed her pussy tight on Donald’s cock. As far as her husband Jared knew she did kegels just for him, of course keeping the true motives for her vaginal vigilance concealed.
Ivanka felt her father slow his pace and heard a deep breath. He was slowly sliding out of her now. She inhaled, exhaled, falling onto the desk; and just as she realized Donald hadn’t came yet, the break in the action was already over.

“Ohhh!”

Ivanka felt her father’s throbbing hard penis pushing into her ass. Ivanka was wide-eyed, both hating and loving the pain. Slowly but surely her dad’s dick was entering the tightest of her holes. She wouldn’t dare complain about the pain. For one, well, she liked it too damn much. More important to her than this though was that every hole of hers belonged to her father. Those were the rules, and she was daddy’s little girl.

“Ohhhhhhh…mmmmmffff.” Ivanka couldn’t control her noise levels any longer. Donald bended over top of her, his chest pressed against her back, and tightly cupped her mouth shut with his right hand.

“Shhh…” Ivanka, mouth covered, wide-eyed, nodded quickly. Donald continued to push his cock into his daughter’s ass, slowly, though quickly enough to be forceful and cause Ivanka some pain – the pain Donald knew she loved, the kind that hurt so good. Ivanka’s mouth still tightly sealed by his palm, her father pushed all the way in. Ivanka gripped the edge of the desk tightly, moans muffled by a hand over her face. Donald slowly slid back out, then back in, establishing a slow rhythm.

Donald and Ivanka were far too absorbed in themselves to notice the repeated knocking on the door, which neither of them had thought to lock in the throes of their depravity. The door gradually slid open. Donald’s right-hand man, Vice President Mike Pence, spoke as he entered:

“Mr. President, I-”

It didn’t take Mike long to see his boss with his eldest daughter, going at it across the room. Mike looked on incredulously; perhaps not at what he was seeing, as this wasn’t the first time he’d walked in on them without their knowing. Either he was very observant, or Donald and Ivanka were far less vigilant in their discretion than they thought they were being. Rather, Mike didn’t believe even Donald was so brazen as to bring it out into the open like this, right here in the Oval Office, with the door unlocked no less. Mike lowered and shook his head, slowly closing the door in front of him. He lifted the handle as the door hit the frame to avoid the latch clicking, though he was sure even that would have gone unnoticed. As he walked back down the hallway, still staring at the floor in both disbelief and disappointment, he whispered to himself, “Not here, Donny, not here.” Mike looked up to see Sarah Huckabee walking in the opposite direction towards him. Sarah looked at him knowingly and nodded.
“They could at least keep it down a notch. Subtlety, Donald.”
Mike shook his head and looked away. “Not his strong suit, Huck.” They had matching facial expressions, and knowing nothing further needed to be said, continued on their way.
Back in the Oval Office, Donald and Ivanka had found their way down onto the carpet, just above the Presidential Seal. Ivanka was on all fours with the President on his knees pounding away behind her, back inside her pussy where he enjoyed being most. They had carried on longer than normal, sweaty and breathing heavy – a great midday workout, as Ivanka would call it. Donald was tiring and Ivanka could sense it. She felt the pace slowing gradually and felt some relief in the fact she could begin to compose herself once again. Donald’s dick was sliding back, before she knew it Donald was no longer inside her. Ivanka turner around, locked eyes with her father for just a moment. “Ready, daddy?” Without awaiting an answer she darted her hear head down into Donald’s lap, and began slobbering his cock as rapidly as she was able.

“This is how it should be, Ivvy. That I can tell you.” Donald grabbed his daughter’s head, still on his knees along with Ivanka, and proceeded to facefuck his little girl. He was able to go all the way into her mouth without even the slightest sign of a gag reflex, after years of practice with her of course. It wasn’t long until he felt the moment coming on, which Ivanka recognized when she felt his grip on her head tightening. Donald’s body tensed up and Ivanka felt his cock stiffening and throbbing inside her, and at that moment she felt it. He was shooting his cum into Ivanka’s mouth, squeezing her head as he pumped back and forth, slowly as he let it all out. Ivanka felt the warm goo coating her tongue, inner cheeks, then the back of her throat as she began to guzzle it down. She wanted to swallow his cum. More importantly, she had to swallow his cum. Those were the rules: every last drop. Ivanka’s focus intensified as she swallowed every little bit that passed through her lips. The joy of swallowing her father’s seed was only surpassed by how good she knew she was making him feel in that moment. Donald’s mind went blank, with nothing left but the pleasure of that moment.

Donald exhaled, slumping down momentarily. Ivanka pushed herself from being on all fours back onto her knees, all the while licking her lips and her inner mouth clean. Donald looked at her and slowly stood up from his knees. His senses coming back to him slowly, he shot a glance at the Oval Office door, still closed. He breathed a sigh of relief, confident nobody had seen them. He felt some surprise at his own recklessness with what had just transpired, but it wasn’t in his nature to regret. Nothing to gain from looking back. Move up, move on.

Ivanka, still on the carpet, crawled over to the spot her panties had been removed, which were still a bit wet from the start of their session. She wiped her hand across her mouth one final time. Donald smiled down at the sight of this as he pulled his pants back up. He’d be going to his cabinet meeting this evening in a wonderful mood.

“King Donald, Queen Ivanka. How does that sound, baby?”

Ivanka gazed intently back, struck by the power of the man who stared down at her. “Whatever you say, daddy…”

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