Dieber (a Donald trump and Justin bieber fic)

Chptr 10

"CONVFEFE" I scream while Justin fucks me in ass. That's French for "harder, daddy", I think. I'll ask Putin. He's from France, right? I'm convfefe. I mean confused. Oh but good news, I found my Orb! Yay! Putin threw it at me but at least I have it back. Today I made a flower crown out of red roses which were originally white until I soaked them in the blood of the only virgins left working at this dump. The white House really needs to upgrade. I gave them the blueprints to the playboy mansion and asked them to re-create that but they ripped up the paper! Damn liberals.

I decided to go to the Lincoln bedroom, which I had changed to my own private masturbation room. It's the perfect place, complete with dildos hanging from the ceiling and my favorite music and porn ready to go. It's also the room where I fuck all my side-hoes when my wife isn't around - I mean what?
Haha
Totally don't do that.
I'm not sweating.
Anyways, the only downside to that is that my security entourage has to stay with me at all times. This is one of those times. Totally kills my boner when I look over and see some bald-headed secret serviceman. I like the Lincoln bed because it's big enough for threesomes, unlike the other beds in this house. One time, Hilary, her husband, and I had a threesome in this very room, but that's a story for a different time. I also fucked the whitehouse Easter bunny on one or two occasions. They said a bunny was waiting for me, and I assumed they meant playboy bunnies? But I guess not? Um? Misleading much? I was so horny that I fucked that bunny. I'm still not sure if whoever was in the suit was a man or a woman. It might have been Paul Ryan. I don't know. I don't wanna know to be honest. Anyways, I gotta go bitch about "crooked Hillary" on my twitter. Adios amigos