Trump paced a circle around the Oval Office it was 6:00am and he had managed a half hour snooze on the way back to the White House. He was used to getting little to no sleep, when he was on the campaign trail there were weeks where he survived on as little as ten hours sleep. He was awaiting the morning briefing from his Chief of Staff, Alan Saltmayor. This usually happened at 5:00am but Alan was used to pushing it back.

Alan was in his office putting together the days agenda. There wasn’t a huge amount pressing but tensions in Syria were mounting. The recent insurgent uprising meant that there was pressure on the US to send ground troops into the region to support the UN peace keeping forces already there. Alan had been with Trump for 20 years, supporting his business dealings and helping him out of numerous scrapes. But something was different this time, the last time he had been this obsessed with Corrine from Denver.
Alan was actually quite jealous when he had heard all of the sordid details of Trump’s dirty dealings with Corrine on a drunken night in Cleveland. She was a fine, slender, black woman, with long dark hair. She had legs up to her armpits which were silky smooth, she wore glasses during the day which emphasised her secretarial sexiness. She walked into Trump’s campaign office with a swish of her booty, she wore a short-skirted business suit which Alan found incredibly attractive but it was Trump she wanted. She put her hand on Alan’s desk and demanded an audience with the candidate. What followed Alan only had Trump’s word for and that night replayed again in Alan’s mind.

Trump gave his account as he and Alan sat in a bar in Cleveland after a hard week of campaigning.
“What happened that afternoon in Denver boss?” Questioned Alan.
“Haha Alan, I knew you had a thing for that fine assed black woman.” Snorted Trump.
“Do you really want all the details?”
“Well, yes and no at the same time boss, just tell me.” Alan went on.
“She glided into my office,” replied Trump, with a knowing look in his eye, “and I knew at that moment that she wanted something from me. She asked for cash to help with some homeless charity in downtown Denver. Well you know what my response would have been to that Alan, right? But before I could say anything she took me by surprise. She gave a wriggle and slipped her panties down to her ankles.”
“Fuck off!” Alan retorted.
“Honestly Alan. She then walked over to my desk bent over and whispered, ‘from behind sir!’ Obviously I shot up and stood behind this gorgeous woman, dropped my pants to the floor and unleashed him. No chance of me wrapping up at this point so I attempted to slide it up her bum. Do you want to know her response?” Trump let the words hang in the air for a second, building the suspense.
“Put it in the front one! Can you believe that? So I slammed it in pumping away, slapping that fine ass, hearing her moan just made me slam it in harder. I pulled right out and slammed it right in over and over again. I loved how tight she felt around my cock. I’m not big by any means Alan, you know that, but her pussy was so incredibly tight. And her smell Alan, fuck I could smell her on my dick for weeks after. Then I just blew my load in her. I didn’t even warn her I was cumming, just blew right inside her. Then I bent over her back and said, ‘the cheque’s in the post sweetheart.’ Pulled out, wiped up and told her I was keeping her panties. Then she just strode out of there like nothing had happened!”
Trump reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of lacey black panties and stuck them under Alan’s nose.
“Have that Alan, you can still smell her!”
Alan grabbed them, stuffed them in his pocket, downed his drink and left.
“You’re disgusting Donald.” He called back as he left.
As soon as he was back in his hotel room he had those very panties wrapped around his shaft as he tugged away at it, vividly imagining himself smashing Corrine’s back door in. Alan blew his load within minutes. It wasn’t the first time he had masterbated whilst thinking of Corrine but having her panties made him cum extra hard and fast. He ensured that he didn’t cum on them, he knew he would be using them again.

Alan’s eyes returned to the agenda for the day. Whoever this woman was Alan knew he needed to make sure he found out as much as possible before Trump became even more infatuated with her.

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Manning had arrived back at her hotel just after 6:30am. She had stopped at a shop and bought a four pack of Red Bull and some Pro Plus caffeine pills to keep her awake.
She loved the taste of Taurine and the way her heart pounded after downing a can. She stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray before being let into the hotel by the doorman. She fist bumped him on the way through.
“Cheers Jermaine, have a good day son,” she said cheerily.
As she strode towards the lift She noticed a few of the cricket team were sitting in the lobby.
“Hey Alexei what did you get up to last night?” One of the girls called over.
“Bertie Bassetts,” replied Manning. “You know, all sorts,” she clarified, still leaving her audience bewildered.
She didn’t have long until the coach left, but she knew she needed a quick shower and change. She liked to be fresh and she knew her cock would stink after fucking Krystal.
She burst into the room she was sharing with Lydia and stripped off to her underwear and shut the bathroom door.
“You need to be quick,” Lydia said, with genuine concern for her room mate. “We leave in ten minutes, where have you been?”
“A lady never kisses and tells,” Manning replied in her poshest accent.
“But I ain’t no lady you know that only too well Lyds, if only the old boy could speak, the stories he’d tell…”
With that Manning flopped her semi-erect dick out of her tracksuit bottoms.
“Piss off Alexei, you know me, I’m all about the snatch.”
Lydia got up and stomped out the room, slamming the door behind her. Manning begrudgingly admitted she had lost this bout but she was never shy of a challenge, ‘I’ll turn her soon’ she thought to herself.

She realised that time was short and the team coach was unlikely to wait for her downstairs. Manning flew into the en suite but as she did her mind wandered to what she wanted to do with her room mate. Within moments her cock was throbbing yet again, she lit a B&H Gold to try and calm her urges but it was useless. Almost subconsciously she found herself stroking her member, feeling it harden up in her hand. She knew time was short but at this point she couldn’t leave the hotel without tugging herself off.
She was wanking against the clock and she knew it, it was making things more difficult, the pressure was unbearable. Her knees weakened and she felt her right elbow start to lock up as she furiously hammered away at her cock hoping for a response. Finally she got the return she was hoping for as a dribble of spunk emerged from the end of her piece.
It had been a tough 12 hours for her huge dick and her stores were almost dry.