Trump X Pope (smut)

Chapter 6: An Unholy Lesson

Trump wanted to object, but felt powerless against this man - he truly did have the power of God.
"Now then, I know you have been told otherwise," the Pope muttered, "but sometimes, the odd little sin is allowed.."
Donald tried not to breathe too obviously, but when you feel an elderly man's scrawny hand slip down your pants, it's difficult to stay silent.
"I believe this is a security violation, Father Francis," the defenceless Trump managed to gasp, "but unlike the Muslims and Mexicans, I'm not so desperate for you to keep your hands away from my land."
"That's good, very good," murmured Pope Francis, "now you'd better say your prayers, because you'll need more than holy water after this."

Pope Francis chuckled when he found what he guessed was Trump's dick. When Donald looked embarrassed, however, he smoothly resolved his mistake and apologised.
"I am deeply sorry if I offended you, this is not a place of judgement," he slowed down his voice to eventually say, "it's just I am used to handling.. larger penises, if you know what I mean?"
Trump blinked in confusion, because he didn't get it.
"Do not worry child, I can make you a good little Christian boy now.."
Trump hadn't been under this much pressure since he faced all those sexual assault allegations - ironic, he thought. The Pope licked his plump lips, then pressed them against Donald's - Trump moaned like a whale when he felt a loose tug on his shrimp cock. Wet and floppy, Francis' loose tongue slipped gently into Trump's mouth and caressed the insides of his cheeks.
The Pope let out another of his hearty chuckles, "you taste like shit.. and wet dog fur. I like it." Their eyes met, Trump's afraid and alert, yet the Pope narrowed his eyebrows - he was ready to go further.
"My peepee is how you say... Rock hard.."
Trump's eyes widened, but instinctively he unfastened his extra-large belt.
"You are becoming obedient, good boy. That makes what I'm about to do much, much easier.." the Pope looked completely in his element, Trump wasn't the first to be in this position.
"Sir, you're experience must be unlike any other," Trump felt puny under the influence of this wise being, he was facing the dick of God.
The Pope slid off his robes to reveal a pink lace g-string that was covering an indeed monster cock. Trump's jaw dropped.
The Pope giggled and said, "Open mouth already? You really are enthusiastic. Now this is something I want to show you, it might come in handy." He ruffled through a large chest drawer of various sex toys, eventually brandishing a jet black whip the length of his arm. Donald stood obnoxiously with his juicy moobs and his snail-like dick dangling - you couldn't tell if he had an erection or not.
Pope Francis' words echoed in the changing room, his tone suddenly more serious, "Child, in the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit... Bend over."
Trump reacted more in fear than of his own accord. He turned his gargantuan body around and leaned over the coat rack, he immediately felt a wrinkly hand spread his arsecheeks followed by yet another solid laugh.
"It is funny because your cheeks are so flabby, it takes long time to find your hole," chuckled the Pope, both hands still burrowing around the plump ass. Trump screamed like an ape when he felt a skeletal finger prod his hairy arsehole - it penetrated his hole, then wriggled around inside his rectum like a rat's tail.
"This is your warmup," whispered the Pope, right into his ear, "but nothing will prepare you for my gerthy, monstrous penis from heaven." Trump started to reconsider his disliking of this place, the rubbing inside his anus was unusually pleasurable and only a little bit painful. He was terrified of what was to come, however the adrenaline excited him in a way that he had never experienced. Silently, the Pope peeled the g-string away from his massive schlong, put one hand on Donald's pudgy back and Donald squeezed his eyes shut.
The last thing he heard properly was Francis' voice, "Just relax, this might hurt.. a lot."