-third person pov-
Donald sat on his cheap one million dollar chair and fixed his wig. He applied more makeup to his face. It was his favourite Gucci bronzer made of freshly harvested carrots and oranges.
He glanced out the window. He was situated in one of his many offices at the top floor of one of his many magnificent towers.
A robotic female voice came through the intercom "Lord Trump, you have a client who is ready to see you. I'll send him up."
Donald instinctively fixed his attire and spun his chair away from the door so he could dramatically turn and be all intimidating. A few moments later he heard the door open softly and then close.
"Greetings Lord Trump." Said a deep voice. Donald turned his chair slowly to face his client. He was shocked with what he saw. My, what a handsome ogre, Trump thought to himself.
Trump admired the ogre's flabby belly and beautiful green complexion. His eyes scanned over the ogre's big hands and sausage fingers and he began to imagine them wrapped around his wrinkly ass micro-penis. The ogre cleared his throat, interrupting Donald's concentration.
Trump began to rub his proud erection. "What is your name?" Donald asked shakily. The ogre saw Trump's hand from underneath the desk and his own erection sprouted. He wasted no time in walking up to the wrinkly man. The ogre looked at Donald's erection and then back at his face, asking for permission to fuck the life out of him.
Trump barely had time to nod before his cheap one million dollar suit was torn from his flabby skin and he was left only in his underwear. The ogre ran his hands over Trump's flabs. "You're so beautiful." He whispered breathlessly. He pinched Donald's hard nipples, causing the orange man to moan loudly.
Suddenly, the ogre slapped the smaller mans wrinkly buns and the sound ricocheted off the walls of the office. "Call me daddy," the ogre said firmly "daddy shrek." Donald nodded eagerly. "Yes, daddy shrek."
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