Cumming Up Trumps parts 1, 2 and 3

As Trump stood looking out over the pristine lawns from his Oval Office he couldn't believe how much his life has changed in the last two weeks. The wall to Mexico had begun construction and he had already begun to dissolve Obamacare. However, as the breeze blew a few golden leaves over the sun drenched lawn, little did he know that the next 24 hours would change his life and perhaps that of the nation forever.

He made his way over to the Roosevelt desk. He decided he wouldn't bother with a tie today he only had a few appointments, one of which was with the England Women's cricket team. Whatever cricket was. He was sure an advisor would inform him so he didn't look stupid. His shirt and trousers were freshly pressed and his hair flopped over his head like a gentle willow. Margaret, his trusty aid who had got him out of many a scrape, called through. Ajay wanted to see him about further tax reform. With a shrug he beckoned him in.

Lunch for Trump was salmon with some salad. Margaret thought it would give him the extra vitality he needed to push through his reforms. He sat at his desk reading through the notes on the England Women's side, who had travelled to try and promote the game in North America. He had no interest in meeting them but knew it would be a good photo opportunity. He strolled down to the front of the White House where he would be greeting them. There was not a huge amount of press but Trump knew to put on his best show and welcome everyone of the group. He addressed each of them and shook each had, finally he got to the back room staff and last in line was a girl who even though they were in side was still wearing a pair of bright orange Oakley sunglasses. Her hair was slicked back into a greasy ponytail. She had the same tracksuit on as every one else but her trousers looked like they could be ripped off with ease. She came forward "Alright Trump". Trump was taken aback, he couldn't remember the last time he was spoken to like that.

Five minutes later and Trump still couldn't keep his eyes off this woman. She strolled around like she owned the place, whacking all the girls on the back as she laughed and bullishly horsed down the canapés. Trump felt that urge again, the same one the caught him out during the Rhode Island primaries. The urge to have her. He knew he needed her and from that moment would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. In that very instant the woman looked over at him. She met his stare and almost rudely summonsed him over.

Trump joined in the jovial chit chat about the warm winter they were having in Washington. When all of a sudden he felt a gripe a his trousers. He looked down and saw a large hand tugging at his crotch he followed the arm up and it belonged to the woman in the Oakleys, Trump couldn't believe his luck. He moved in close and whispered in her ear "Oval Office, ten minutes" with that he announced that he had another meeting and gave a formal goodbye, briefly catching the eye of his mystery woman on his way out.

Trump sat down in his chair, wondering what was about to happen. The anticipation had his member starting to swell. Margaret buzzed through "Mr President an Alexei Manning is here for you, you have 45 minutes before the defence briefing, be quick." 'Alexei, Trump thought, fits her perfectly.' "Come in" he called and the large door swung open. In strode Manning, her large breasts bouncing with every stride. Trump expected something but he certainly wasn't expecting what was about to come. "Sit down fella" Manning said "this'll be the best BJ you've ever had."

Trump fell back into his chair, wild with anticipation. He had had good head before, Catherine in Oregon, Marcia in Detroit. He often masturbated whilst recalling the way he blew his thick creamy load on their young innocent faces. Manning knelt down, a packet of B&H gold fell out of her pocket. "I'll spark one later guv". She yanked at his zip and Trump's cock emerged like a badger eagerly leaving its hole for a nights foraging. Into her mouth she gobbled like she hadn't had cock in years, sliding her tongue over every inch, sucking and licking. Trump was close to blowing already at that point his phone rang. Fuck it, he thought, before seeing it was President Putin. "I got to take this". Trump called out. "I'll stop when I'm ready pal" came the retort. Trump couldn't believe his luck, if only Putin could see that his cock was down the throat of Manning whilst they discussed a drone hovering over Red Square.

"I'm cumming". Trump called out "In me mouth then squire" Manning gargled. Trump exploded into her mouth. Manning without flinching swallowed in one go, let go of his cock and said "let's have a selfie, bet the girls £50 you'd be blowing your beans in less than five minutes". She dropped a card on his desk. "Give me a call, I'll fuck your brains out tonight old time". Trump fell back astounded but was already thinking about how he could get out of his state dinner.

The next few hours were a blur. Trump bounced from defence briefing to meeting some environmental lobbyists without really being able to think about anything other than having Alexei. He wanted to feel her close. He wanted to touch every part of her. After a long chat with Margaret he had decided that he would not be up to the state dinner this evening, he gave her a look that she had seen hundreds of times over the years. She knew he was horny as hell and she knew that it was the Manning woman that had done it to him. She would have to be extra vigilant tonight.

Trump sent the vice-president and made up an excuse which involved him having urgent meetings. He would discreetly use his security detail to get himself to his private mid town residence and ensure they got Alexei there at the same time. It would be perfect. He had managed to speak to her briefly to ask her if she wanted any drinks or dinner. Her blunt response was " Get us a pack of fags, pack of blue WKD and some Doritos, then you'll get the ride of your life."

Trump's anticipation had reached its limit. His mind had wandered for the last three hours to what Alexei could possibly have in store for him. He loved sex, no wait he loved fucking. Sex was boring, fucking was wild, dirty and to some people disgusting. Trump had done it all, or so he thought. Every position, every hole licked, sucked and fucked. He couldn't get enough of it. Manning was his next conquest he needed to have her. He looked at his phone, she would be here any minute. He unbuttoned the next button on his shirt, Manning would be here any minute.

Manning arrived and stepped out of the limousine. She had got changed. She was wearing white adidas trainers, cream coloured shorts, a white Hollister polo shirt which showed her white bra and a white adidas cap. For some reason she was wearing another pair of Oakley shades, white this time. Trump had never seen anyone look like this, it was a bold look that was for sure, but it was one that Manning pulled off with effortless ease. Manning was walked to the door by the secret service detail, laughed and joked with them up the winding path to Trumps cabin which lay on the outskirts of Washington. The cabin was beautifully furnished, an open fire was roaring in the lounge and Trump was about to pour Manning her first drink as she burst in. "Don't worry pal I'll drink it out of bottle, did you only buy four? Best get the lads to order in some more before we get started I'm parched. Here watch this." Manning placed the bottle to her lips, threw her head back and drink was gone in under 3 seconds. "Reggy taught me that back at uni, swallowed his tongue doing it a few years back, stupid cunt". Trump was taken back by the use of the word, but instantly knew he was in for a good time, more importantly he was in for a filthy time.

Trump, Eager to get down to business, forced down the double shot of Courvoisier and stood up. Upon seeing this Manning grabbed another bottle, tore off the lid with her teeth and downed another. "Right big man, I'm all yours lets get your kit off and see if you really are socks and pants stuff?". "Socks and pants?" Replied Trump. "You know. Top draw." Mannion snorted "get your kit off I have something that you'll want to see." Trump did as he was told, he had had women like this before, and he was keen to be dominated tonight. He knew that by giving in like this in the future he could be as filthy as he liked and they wouldn't mind. One evening of doing what she said he thought.

Manning stood in front of the naked Trump, she tied his hands behind his back and downed another WKD blue. "Don't mind if I spark up in here do you?" As she lit a cigarette blowing the smoke in his face. "Now then, remember what I gave you in the Oval Office? Time for you to repay the favour." Manning slowly took off her t-shirt leaving it on an old deep brown armchair. Then came off her shorts she kept the sunglasses on, what happened next Trump didn't expect in any of his wildest fantasies, she started to slide off her, what looked like male boxer shorts, to reveal a large penis. Trump was in shock, but in the same instance more turned on than he had ever been before. His cock grew exponentially he had never felt it throb like this before. "Trump that pal" said Manning triumphantly. She held his gaze for what seemed like forever "get your laughing gear around that old time it won't suck itself."

Trump, more eagerly than he could have imagined, horsed down Manning's large cock. Gulping and slurping tasting every drop. His hands even reached up to grab her ballsack and he considered sucking it before Manning pulled at his hair "suck the tip of my bellend big man I love that." Quick as a flash he went back to it, Manning moaned and groaned as Trump pleasured her. Trump felt her cock swell in his mouth but before he felt the taste of her load in his mouth she whipped it out, smacking it across his cheek and with a few pumps of her hand she erupted into his face covering Trump's eyes and nose. Forcing him to breathe through his mouth. Trump greedily licked what he could and begged to be untied so he could finish the rest. Manning obliged before settling into the large armchair sparking another cigarette and ripping the top off another WKD. "Let me tell you a story about a Northern Irish bouncer I met once, he was bowling around a nightclub spouting off about his 'huge cock' I heard him say, "let me tell you one thing about me, I've got a huge cock." Manning began to retell this story in a broad Northern Irish accent "'I've got a massive dick," I saw him go up to a black lad and say, "I bet yous £500 I've got a bigger dick than yous." So they've both slapped their cocks out and fair play to the Nordie, his cock was bigger than the black lads... Anyway I've cruised in, downed 3 tequilas and said to them both, "Oi soppy bollocks, you call those big dicks? This is a big dick," and I've whacked the old chap out. I've taken £500 off the both of them and I'm walking around this nightclub with a fat G in my back pocket just because of the size of me old boy.

Trump looked with astonishment, he knew Manning had more in store for him but he didn't know what the rest of the night would entail.

"You remind me of Cooky" Manning said, "Who's Cooky?" Replied Trump. "He is me ex but he shouldn't be playing one day cricket for England" said Manning with a groan as she swigged from her hip flask. As she gleefully swigged from the flask she was reminded of how she came to be strewn across the chair of the most powerful man in the world.

Her mind wandered back to the days when her and 'Cooky' would happily play around Essex Cricket Club. Her bowling and him practising his cover drives. Cooky had moved down after finishing at Bedford School. He was a bright young man and Manning knew he was destined for greatness. Often she would tell him how his batting resembled that of Bradman or Sobers. She knew teasing him would make him horny and she could cop a grope of his cock after nets. One summers afternoon, amidst the start of the first ever T20 season, Manning went down to Chelmsford to watch her beloved Essex Eagles in the T20 cup. Cooky was just making his breakthrough into the Essex team but wasn't near the T20 squad and Manning bumped into him wandering round the outfield. Manning hadn't seen him in ages and he looked well for all the batting practise he had done. Cooky had short black hair and had a fine muscular physique. Manning strolled around in her now infamous tracksuit bottoms and top. "Here Cooky" she called out "fancy a net I've just pinged Nasser Cobain on helmet"

Cooky could never resist Manning and agreed, he donned his pads and helmet picked up his bat and made his way towards the set of stumps at the end of the net. Manning took a number of steps back and began to charge in. She bowled three at half pace, purposely so that Cooky would think she had lost her abilities, then she ran in at full pelt. Pitching it half way down it reared up sharply and pinged Cooky right on the badge of his helmet knocking Cooky to the floor. "Hahaha" laughed Manning "told you I pinged Nasser Cobain on helmet only the other day now I've pinged you on helmet!" "That's enough for today" Cooky called as he got up gingerly, "time for you to give me something special in return I think". Manning knew exactly what he wanted. Cooky wasn't gay but he enjoyed sucking Manning and had done so regularly before Manning went off to university, but what he really loved was Manning sliding into his tight anus.

They took a walk together round the back of the main Pavillion, the crowd were engrossed in the game. Essex were 75-0 off 13 chasing a mammoth 170 but a young Ravi Bopara was at crease and the crowd loved it when Ravi was going well. Cooky kissed Manning turned around and cooly whispered "into me like before". Manning knew what he meant, she pulled her tracksuit bottoms down and slid out her massive cock. "Let me tell you a story about a Northern Irish bouncer I met once, he was cutting about a nightclub spouting off about his, 'huge cock'."
Cooky cut her off before Manning could continue, "Yeah, I know Alexei, he got his dick out, you got your dick out and yours was bigger."
His exasperation grew at a story he'd heard a thousand times last summer. "Don't forget the fat G I won off the back of it Cooky," Manning persisted. "How could I?" Cook's tone became sarcastic and Manning sensed the frustration in his voice. "Alright sweetheart, you'll get your cock and balls soon enough." "Hurry up then, we haven't got all night," Cooky hastened Manning towards him.

Manning obliged sliding her hard cock to the rim of Cooky's anus. Gently sliding the tip in as Cooky moaned in enjoyment. "Deeper Alexei you know how much I've missed you". "Alright Cooky for old times sake" Manning snorted and spat on her fingers and rubbing it on Cookys arsehole. "Have that ya bastard" Manning wheezed in delight. She slid her whole length into Cooky over and over again. There was no time for the sensual touching like the first time they had fucked. Manning had quickly understood the need to be quick, there was a large crowd and Cooky could not afford to be caught with Mannings cock up his arse. She was incredibly turned on by the situation the thought of getting caught that after nine or ten thrusts she felt her cock begin to swell further, she knew that her load was about to blow "Where do you want me Cooky" asked Manning. "Where else? In my mouth of course like before!" Replied Cooky with an eagerness about him. Manning pulled out and Cooky spun round quicker than Ravi was turning for another quick single in the middle. Cooky then devoured Mannings cock more greedily than she had felt him do before as she exploded deep to the back of his throat."Howzat" she cried as she lifted her finger to the air. He gagged as the river of semen flowed down his throat but he devoured all of it save a splash that trickled out of the corner of his mouth and landed on the Essex crest on his shirt. "Loved that Cooky" chuckled Manning "you best get some rest lad or else you won't be playing one day cricket this year". Cooky stood up and they walked back to the crowds together "walking like John Wayne there Cooky hahaha" Manning chortled. "This no" Cooky replied " tried to take a cheeky single in the 2nd XI match down at Canterbury last week, Foster still quicker than me thought I could keep up!". "Ha" Manning replied "you sure it wasn't that you just took my length?". The jovial chit chat continued as they made their way back to the game, just as Bopara smashed a six in their direction. Manning pushing Cooky and two young boys to one side took a full length diving catch. A few disbelieving spectators looked on as Manning picked herself off the floor and dusted herself down, "Shot Ravi," one of them offered. "The muggy cunt top edged it, lucky we're at home on a ground the size of a postage stamp or else he'd be back in the hutch." Manning countered. Manning smirked to herself as she sparked up, drawing a deep drag from yet another B&H Gold. A young steward bedecked in a needlessly lairy hi-viz jacket chimed in, telling Manning that there was no smoking in the stadium. Alexei eyed the young stud up and down before leaning in and quietly offering him a wager, "hey kidda how about this, if you've got a bigger old boy than me I'll put it out." Manning seductively blew smoke at the befuddled twenty-something who, being a local lad, had heard the stories of this Alexei Manning. He turned a blackcurrant shade of purple and completely clammed up. Manning knew the battle was won and let out a chuckle before slapping the youngster on the arse and adding, "shame son we could of had a lot of fun together." She strode off, slipped her Oakleys off the top of her head and over her eyes and grinned to herself... She knew, this was home.

Those lazy summers were what Manning lived for full of cricket, booze, sex, friends especially the Lads. She loved being at University, she had a good group of friends but nothing beat fucking Cooky behind the pavilion, that was about bant for her. This was now a distant memory she had done a lot in the last few years to get herself to this point and now she had just had her huge cock sucked by the most powerful man in the world. She could have whatever she wanted, as her mind wandered back to the cabin. Trump had tidied himself up and was once again looking pristine in his designer suit. He had poured him self a large glass of what looked like scotch and was about to light a cigar. "How did you like that big lad?" Queried Manning with a voice of authority like she knew how much Trump had enjoyed it. "Alexei, I've done everything in my time, I've snorted cocaine off hookers tits, drunk champagne poured from a bottle inserted into a girls vagina, fucked more girls than you can ever imagine. But nothing compares to what I have just experienced with you!" Trump said with an innocence. "Thought so, told you it would be the best you'd ever had, runs in the family see. My sister once sucked off O'Brien, he told everyone it was the best BJ he'd ever had, without question. He hunted around for years afterwards but never found anything that compared. Let that be a lesson for you." Trump was puzzled by the story, which lacked any context, but he allowed Manning her moment as he was becoming more and more fascinated by the specimen in his midst.

They talked, drank and smoked for much of the next few hours. Manning questioning Trump on his views about sex, drugs and Mexicans. Manning thought she would hold off on a few of her stories, she had plenty of time to tell them when she was on Trumps arm. It was at this point that Manning knew it was her destiny to be First Lady of the United States under her influence she could have whatever she wanted any man or woman would be hers. Money would be no object. She felt a rush, something that she had only previously felt whilst having her cock slid into a wet hole. Manning sauntered over to the large leather sofa and beckoned Trump over. She curled up and allowed Trump to lay his head in her lap, her cock twitched as he lay on top of it. Her horniness rose but she knew that it was not the time for sex, she had to now seduce Trump further. They kissed deeply, Manning running her tongue over every part of Trumps mouth, a kiss like Trump had never felt before. Manning touched his face and kissed deeper loving the taste of scotch mixed with cigar, how she'd love her cock sucked again right now. If she was lucky one of the girls might be up when she got back to the hotel, she might get something or else she would wank in the bathroom. She had masturbated hundreds of not thousands of times in hotel bathrooms. She was actually quite turned on at the thought of it. So turned on in fact she whispered in Trumps ear " fella, here's something to keep you going until the second innings" she unzipped his trousers and slid out Trumps cock, which grew as she held in. Gently at first she began to slide her hand up and down his cock. "Wank me off Alexei, just wank me off" groaned Trump in delight. She varied her tempo, building Trump up and then easing off to prolong the experience, she felt Trump tense up on more than one occasion and then slowed right down to make sure he didn't cum. "Just teasing you old time, don't wanna make a mess on these trousers do we" Manning said with a glint in her eye. She began stroking again sliding up and down his hard shaft, Trump was urging her on now "I want to be in you again" Trump called out. But Manning had other ideas, "not tonight pal," she announced as she polished off the remaining WKDs before flashing a mischievous look at a stunned Trump. "There's plenty more where that came from you murky old fuck." With that she slipped her Oakleys back on, bowled over to the door and made her way back into the Washington night.

Trump was left feeling more infatuated than before. This woman was driving him crazy.