Donald Trump's P.O.V.

I honestly felt so sorry for Obama, so I've decided. Since there are lots of rooms in the White House, I allowed him to stay with me.

But not that bitch Michelle because she's gonna ruin everything. Not the daughters either. No bitch in the house should have a better ass than my daughters Ivanka and Tiffany.

Tiffany looks like Sid from Ice Age tho

But Ivanka... damn that chick

She's a model for fuck's sake

And has a really nice ass

Oh, Obama has arrived.

"Welcome back to the White House." I greet him once he arrives with his stuff and steps in the White House. He drops his stuff. I order the servants around to go get them to his room.

Obama's were teary. He was crying. I sigh and step forward, closer to him. I wipe the tears off his cheek with my thumb. "Baby, don't cry. You're here now."

"I-it's just..." He takes a tissue and sniffs on it. Ew, snot. I love it. "I'm so happy. Thank you so much, Trump."

"Oh just call me Donald."

"I'll call you Donny."

"I'll call you Barry."

We exchanged smirks and sexy faces for a few minutes, but then Ivanka steps in so we stop.

"Umm... Dad? I think it's time you show 'Barry' to your room." Ivanka tells me, her arms folded.

"O-oh! Right." I chuckle. I put my arm around Barack's waist.

"I can't wait." He whispers to my ear. I can feel his breath brushing against my ear. Oh god, so hot.

We went upstairs to his room.

Which was also my room. ;-) The president's bedroom of course. Both of us are the president of the United States now.

"Ready for this?" I wiggle my eyebrows.

"Oh yeah," He wiggles his eyebrows too. Such a turn on.

Then we take our clothes off.