Small Loan Of My Cock (Donald Trump Smut)

Rich Dick

I walked slowly into his office, suspicious because I heard a strange noise coming from it. As I entered the room, I saw him. The Trumpster. His back was turned to me, and he had a porn website opened up on his computer. He was fapping, HARD, to a video of two men penetrating each other. I stood there for a moment, marvelling at his gigantic cock, when all of a sudden he turned around and spotted me. I tried  to pretend not to notice, but he knew. Unexpectedly, he beckoned me over and ripped my shirt off. Surprised, I stumbled a little bit, but then I pulled my bra off for him.

He caressed my nipples carefully, then slid his hands down to my skirt. He gently pulled it off and started groping my ass. Groaning, I grabbed his tie and pulled him closer to me. My lips touched his and we started to make out passionately.

I slipped his clothes off for him, my fingers tingling with anticipation. He pushed me fiercely against the wall, his hands on my boobs and mine on his ass. He kissed me roughly, his tongue sliding inside my mouth.  We kissed passionately for a while, and then he stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" I asked, impatient because I was enjoying myself so much.

"We can't do this here. We need to go somewhere more... hidden."

I nodded and he grabbed my arm, shoving me into a closet. After looking around outside to check that no-one else was outside, he walked in silently and closed the door.

"Are you sure this is safe?" I asked, afraid that someone might catch us.

Without saying anything, he looked deeply into my eyes, oh, god his eyes. They were so sexy, I could just stare at them forever.  I stared back at him, and just from that luck I knew I could trust him.

He reached into a box hidden in the shelf, and unlocked it with a key from his coat, which was hanging up on a coat hanger. As he unlocked it, I got a fresh whiff of what could only be thousands of fresh, crisp dollar bills.

He looked at me, grinning with a menacing smile.

"Part of the beauty of me is that I'm rich."

Suddenly, he grabbed me and a rope that was also hidden in his closet, alongside some fluffy handcuffs.

"i wonder how many girls he takes in here?"  The voice in my head thought, but I shushed it. Enjoy yourself while you can.

He tied me up and handcuffed me, making sure I couldn't move, I had to endure every bit of pain he put me through. He tossed a handful of money over me, to really get the mood, I guess. Then he turned me around on my side, grabbed a handful of coins and began shoving them up my rectum. I gritted my teeth in agony, but somehow I knew this was only the beginning, worse was yet to come. Each dollar coin that he was holding was inserted inside me, every penny. I started to bleed, and then shat out all of the coins. Donald watched, laughing at my pain. He came all over the disgusting liquid that was splattered all over the floor, seemingly aroused by my pain.

There was now a horrible mixture of shit, blood and semen on the floor, and I started gagging. Donald began to lift me up, to make me face the puddle of vile liquids, when I threw up. All over him, and the already disturbing mess on the ground. The smell in there was getting too much, but I couldn't move because of the ropes. I was terrified of what he was going to do next, but also, strangely enjoying it.

He crawled towards me, slipping in the liquids, covered in it. Then he pulled out a $100 note and stuffed it in my mouth. He lay me on my stomach, right in the middle of the mess on the ground and laughed again. All of a sudden I could feel his massive dick being inserted into me. I tried to scream, but I couldn't. I was in too much pain. I could feel him pushing in and out of me. His large member feels so good inside me. I grit my teeth in pain,  but I do it for Trump.

When he was done, he slowly moved in front of me and forced his penis into my mouth. I tried to gasp but failed, and instead ended up choking. He laughed, but must've felt sorry for me because after that he was slightly more gentle with me. I gave him a blow-job but it was very half-hearted as I was running out of energy, it was too intense. I rolled over to the side, forgetting the ropes and got tangled up as a result of my laziness.

I lay there, expecting him to do something painful to me for giving up but it seemed I was left there in the puddle of vile liquids, a shivering, naked mess.

"Oh God," I thought "What have I done? I'll get fired for sleeping with my boss! And no way we won't get caught... there are security cameras everywhere, and how will I clean up this mess?"

I started shaking violently when I began thinking of what my parents would say. They hate Trump, and think I'm crazy for supporting him. Suddenly, I hear him moving beside me. He gets up and says, "The fun has only just begun."

He stared down at me, then reached into his box and pulled out.. wait, could it be? A shaving razor? Before I have any time to process what he might want to do, he began to shave off my lovely long locks. I opened my mouth to scream, but the dollar bills are still there, stopping me from emitting any sound. I silently watched my hair fall to the ground, tears in my eyes. My hair was one of the only things I took pride in about my appearance, and it's gone.

When he was done, he reached back into his box and pulled out a weave. It, for some reason, looked familiar. He placed it on my head and, without saying a word, gave me a mirror. I looked into it and stared for what seemed like forever. It was an exact replica of Donald's hair.

I looked up, still in shock. He left the room, leaving me trembling on the ground. He was gone for quite a while, leaving me worried. Was he just.. gone? I tried to stand up but was worn out from all the pain I had been through, and I had forgotten that I was tied up. I attempted to get up but got tangled up in the ropes, and slipped in the disgusting mixture on the ground. I fell over and knocked my head off the wall, and after that, everything went black.

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To be continued...