Alan slumped into his seat and fastened his seatbelt. Almost immediately a pang of guilt stabbed at him, again his thoughts returned to his wife back in New Jersey. Whilst working for Trump there had been numerous opportunities for infidelity, despite often considering it Saltmayor had always remained true to his wife, Susan. Tonight he had well and truly fallen off the wagon and in a big way.



He had enjoyed shoving his cock up the young ladies arse and in turn was strangely turned on by having Manning’s massive member in his own anus but he knew it was wrong. He was sure that he needed to take action, things had got horribly out of hand on the flight, he could not allow it to go on.



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‘What is happening?’ Lydia’s mind raced as she considered the last few hours. She had quickly formulated a plan back in her hotel room but things had spiralled badly since. Everything had started out brilliantly, she knew that her roommate would be easy to seduce but was taken aback by how much she had enjoyed having a huge dick in her minge. Her panties were soaked through by the time Manning had actually got inside her, that was not part of the plan.

Lydia could hardly believe she was on Air Force One but after getting fucked by Manning on-board her mind was racing. She had taken quite a few cocks as a teenager but had been a lesbian for a good few years and had not expected to be so turned on by Manning. This was supposed to be a means to an end.

Enjoying the sex was not a problem per se, it was just the confusion that went with that feeling. Lydia’s plan was simple, seduce her roommate and the President of the United States, record what she could and blackmail whoever she could for as much as possible.

After fucking Manning her clit was bulging so much that she almost forgot to slip her iPhone into the pocket of the Air Force One dressing gown that she’d slid into. By the time the girls had joined up with Trump and his Chief of Staff she had regained her senses slightly. She knew it was okay to enjoy the sex that was to come but she made sure she shunted the recorder on her phone to ‘on’ before anything else could happen…



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Manning puffed out her cheeks as the wheels of the aeroplane screeched to a crawl on the runway. She was struggling to comprehend what had happened over the last few days. Not only did she have the President of the United States wrapped around her little finger, or more specifically her massive cock, she had managed to nail Lydia’s grade A snatch, which she had been chasing for years. Manning had never struggled for confidence and always expected the best but things really were turning out golden for her.

The aeroplane taxied to a stop and Manning shot out of her seat.

“Get the doors open Trump, I’m busting for a ciggy.” She demanded.

“Hold on a second Alexei, it won’t take a second to get sorted.”

Trump rapped on the door to the cockpit to try and raise a response.

“Any idea how long it’ll take to get the doors open?” He enquired of the pilot.

“Won’t be a moment Sir, just a couple of cross-checks to complete,” the answer came back.

“Move it on son, I got a tab with my name on it in ‘ere.”

Manning had followed close behind Trump and was letting the bemused pilot know her thoughts. Less than a minute later the small door to the plane was open and Manning was on the steps sparking another B&H. As she stood there she suddenly became aware of the crushing heat, which began overcome her.

“Jay-sus Lyd’s, it’s like the third day at at Mumbai out here, fucking roasting girl. You wouldn’t want to be bowling a long spell from the top end in this. Me bollocks are already dripping wet, I’ll have to go commando I reckon.”

The graphic picture caused Alan to wretch despite the fact that less than half an hour before that sweaty cock was up his arse.

“What’s the plan then fuckwit?” Manning turned to face Saltmayor who she knew was not keen on her.

“The cavalcade will be here very shortly, I suggest you wait on-board, the air conditioning will cool your sweaty balls down.” He answered acerbically.

“Fair dos sunshine, I’ll just finish the Gold and I’ll be back inside.”

Saltmayor was right, a row of cars turned up within minutes and pulled right up to the bottom of the steps. All four of them shuffled down the narrow steps and into one large black limousine.



As the streets whizzed by Manning laid back in the comfort of the Presidential limousine. She had little knowledge or interest in why they were in New Mexico. What she did know was that it was time to take a backseat and let Trump do his thing. She knew Alan was avoiding any eye contact but insisted on glaring at him to make him feel uncomfortable. Manning knew he was planning something but the fact that she had recently slammed her cock into his arse meant that she had something over him.

She groped at her cock, knowing that it needed time to rest, her seed was depleted after spunking into Lydia and Alan, her balls needed time to refill.

“What’s the POA?” She asked when Trump had put the phone down.

“Well I’ve got some business to attend to, how about you and Lydia take this card and go and treat yourself?” Trump responded by pulling a credit card from his back pocket and passing it over.

“Cheers fella, could do with a new pair of poppers after this cheeky twat dripped my cum all over them on the plane!” Manning chortled as she grabbed Alan’s knee.

Alan, disgusted at the hand on his knee, reached into his pocket and pulled out his personal iPhone. He sent a message to a number saved as ‘Recoil’ and it read.

‘Hotel Edane, 15 minutes, 3rd floor. We need to bury it.’



As they arrived at the hotel Manning had already pulled a cigarette out of the pack and placed it behind her ear.

“Right Lyds you go grab the room keys, I’ll smoke this and be up in a minute. I am wetter than your snatch was earlier,” Manning boomed.

“Fuck Alexei, pipe down will you or you won’t get it again.” Lydia’s response was sharp before she disappeared, leaving Manning alone with her smoke and the doorman.



With all of the comings and goings over the last twenty-four hours the doorman did not know what to think of this strange looking woman as she lit up a cigarette and came wandering towards him.

“You can’t smoke inside ma’am.” He said.

“Ma’am? I’m not the fucking Queen pal, you don’t need to be so formal!