Trump x Pence Smut

Exposition, Rising Action, Climax

I sit with my face buried in my hands. Jacking off didn't help me feel less angry. If anything I found myself more frustrated. I rake my hands through my hair, as I hear knocking on my office door.

"Come in." I yell.

Trump walks in. "Sorry about that." He casually adjusts his tie."I had some business to take care of."

I look up at him, his smug demeanour pissing me off. Suddenly I felt the anger welled up inside me start coming up. "Fuck you." I whisper, tears welling up in my eyes.

Donald's smile faded, and got replaced by a confused look. "Excuse me?" He mumbled.

"You heard me, fuck you." I growled, tears streaming down my face.

His cheeks flushed with anger. Trump grabbed me by the collar and pulled me up, so that my eyes were at his level. "What the fuck is this about you little shit?" He growled out His facial expression turning to pure rage.

"You don't really care about me. You tease me on our campaign trips, you keep me around you but you don't care. I hate you!" I pushed him off of me, and he stumbled back. For a moment his expression turned to that of pure shock and hurt.

"You really think that's how I feel about you." Trump whispered. He intently looked at me with those dark grey eyes that gave off a blue under tone. They reminded me of a stormy ocean.

"Y-yes..." I croaked, tears streaming down my face harder than ever.

"For fucks sake Mike. You're ridiculous you know that?" He sadly chuckled holding his gaze firmly in mine.

Suddenly he sprung towards me and grabbed my hands, pinning me against the wall. I struggled to get out but his strong grip effectively kept me in place. He bent down and leaned into my neck. I could feel his hot and heavy breathing travelling up my skin, sending me electric chills with every exhale.

"Is this what you wanted?" Donald grabs my face with one hand leaving the other to pin my wrists above me. I say nothing, refusing to look at him.

He tightens his grip on my face to the point that I cry out in pain. "Answer me." He snarls.

"Y-yes Donald..." he lets go of my face and chuckles.

"Good little slut." He reaches down, gently caressing my crotch, I can't help but moan out,

"Donald..."

He suddenly grabs onto my balls hard enough to make me squeal from pain. "Get down on your knees bitch." Donald hissed and let go of me.

I slowly got on my knees, the hardwood floors feeling cold and unwelcoming. I watch as Trump aggressively unbuckles his pants and pulls out his dick. Before I could say anything he violently shoves it in my face and starts thrusting. I choke and try to tell him to be more gentle but it's so deep in my mouth I can't say anything.

He thrusts harder and harder until he finally arches his back, releasing his warm fluids deep in my throat. "Good boy" Donald pulls me up and starts unbuttoning my shirt revealing my bare chest. I look at him in anticipation as he stands back and thinks what to do next with me.

My body aching for more I suddenly speak up. "Please play with me." Donald looks at me, a wide grin spreading across his face.

He leans down and starts sucking on my nipple, holding it in between his teeth and rolling his tongue around it's perimeter. His hand reaches down and starts unzipping my fly. I unbuckle my pants to make sure his mouth doesn't leave my nipple.

He starts fondling my member, pinching and tugging it in ways that were painful yet satisfying. I could feel my member throbbing against Donald's teasing hand. Suddenly he lifts his head and pulls me into a passionate lustful kiss. I could feel myself melt in his embrace and break out in sobs. He slowly pulls away.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Mike, you know I love you."

I nod, with my happy tears blearing my vision. "I'm ready to go further, but please..." I pause, catching the smell of his cologne. "Be gentle, it's my first time in... there."

He kisses me again, this time I feel none of his rage reflected in the kiss. I slowly turn around and fully take off my pants. Pressing my elbows against the hard walls of my office I felt myself trembling at the thought of Donald's erect cock entering my Ona-hole.

"Are you ready?" Donald huskily whispers in my ear, sending me full body chills.

"Y-yes." I brace myself. Slowly I feel my asshole being stretched out by the girth of his member. I scream in pain, but quickly muffle my cries with my palm. He pauses and I feel his dick reach into my stomach.

"Are you sure you're ok with this?" He heaves out.

"Y-yes!" Nhhh fuck I can feel him starting to slowly thrust. My eyes roll back in my head at the sheer pleasure. I can feel him groaning behind me and I know he feels good too. My moaning is loud, loud enough for me to be worried about other office workers hearing me, but I could care less, because Trump is with me. Finally he finishes, his love fluids filling my insides. We stand there motionless, his thumb tracing circles around my waist.

"I love you Mike." Donald finally whispers, while pulling out.

"I love you too Donald." I say, smiling.

He hurriedly gets dressed and with a quick kiss on the lips, hurried out of my office, seeming obviously flustered.