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The lights are so bright, the music so loud. I can’t feel anything except the impending explosion in my head if I don’t find a quiet space as soon as I can. I’m at the concert of my favourite band ever, One Direction, but it’s all too loud and crowded. It also doesn’t help that I’m wearing layers and layers of clothes and accessories to make sure no one recognises me, Barack Obama, the former president of the United States.I bought a VIP ticket when allows me in a certain part backstage, but I know I’m beyond my limit now. I walk to a quiet area surrounded by doors leading to different rooms, probably for the band to get ready in. It’s finally quiet. I feel peace as I breathe slowly and feel the clean air go in and out of my lungs.I begin to walk around a bit, take in my surroundings, although I was on edge as I was probably not allowed back here. I hear a noise. Something falling, or someone stumbling around a room. I decide to investigate.I walk into a room full of brightly lit mirrors, makeup and hair tools scattered everywhere. I look upwards and I see Harry Styles, completely naked. He looks at me, and after a second he says “Hey..” shyly. I turn around to leave. This is too much. But before I can walk back out of the door he leaps over and closes it.“Stay. Please” he says, with a hint of desperation in his voice. I nod. My heart is pounding. I look him up and down. His body is so tight and toned. He’s slightly tanned and I can see his muscles shining on his skin, his sweat amplifying his innocent seductiveness. He’s the sexiest man I have ever seen and I can help imagining myself in compromising position with him.. but I can’t. I can’t like men.“Like what you see?” Harry says to me, clearly having noticed me gazing at his hot body. “Um..” “I know who you are, Barack. You can’t fool me with that bullshit disguise like you seem to be fooling half of America with.” I was taken aback. How could he know? “H-How did you know?” I ask hesitantly.“I watch your speeches every day, Barack. I watch them day and night. I think about you constantly. I knew you’d be here tonight.”I’m breathing heavily and sweating so much I might faint. “I didn’t think you’d know who I am..” I say, as I remove some layers of clothes.“Just because I’m the sexiest man in Britain doesn’t mean I don’t have a thing for American politicians..” he says, breathing heavily. “Come over here,” he says, with a dominant tone. I do as he says.He begins to take off my clothes. The last piece of clothes left on me is my special ‘I ❤️ 1D’ thong that I’ve never let anyone see before. He smirks. I say, “I love One Direction”. He stands tall and says, 1 inch away from my face, “you love one direction, so please feel my erection. I’ll fill you with my 1 D.. daddy wants to play tonight.”I rip my thong off and bend over. I feel him pour warm oil all over me as he puts his cock inside of me. The vibrations i feel in my groin are insatiable and I get hard as soon as he touches me. He begins to moan, softly and so do I. He kisses my neck and caresses my arm with his oily, sweaty hands. He thrusts into me, each thrust more thrilling than the last. He breathes in sharply, thrusting with all his might. I have never felt more alive. I can’t feel any thoughts except for thoughts about Harry and his giant cock slamming inside of me right now. I feel his juices almost erupt. Our juices are mixing together in a cloud of lust and I can’t contain myself anymore. I let out the loudest moan I have ever produced and Harry grasps my mouth as he erupts his semen inside of me. We both pant, sweaty and full of energy. I turn around to face him and I lean in and kiss him. He kisses me back with a ferocious hunger I’ve never experienced with a woman before. I can’t get enough of him. I need him, I don’t want to experience life without hot nasty sex with a man like this. As we make out I touch him in every crevice of his body, feeling each hot groove of muscle he has. How have I never felt this before?I desire everything about this man. He’s so sexy.“There’s daddy’s good boy” he says as I rub his dick up and down at lightning speed. “Oh, don’t stop, YES, OOOH” he exclaimed in such pleasure that was almost too difficult for him to take.As he ejaculates I watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head. I could watch this man forever.
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Today is the day where I walk right into the White House and show everyone that I, Donald J. Trump, rightfully deserve to be the president of the United States, unlike that bitchass Joe Biden. I must reclaim my honour and serve my country once more. Fuck abortion rights anyway who needs them..“BIDEN!” I yell as I’m within the walls of what should be my home. I know Biden’s here somewhere. I’m going to beat the shit out of him until I’m in charge of this country like the way god intended.I’ve been searching for him for ten minutes, this house is ginormous. I’ve been walking through each room, looking at everything that should be mine.I’m entering what seems to be the master bedroom and god it’s just as huge as I remember, except somethings different.. there is a gigantic painting of Joe Biden completely nude hung up on the wall facing the bed. I stare at it. I can’t look away. Why do I feel.. some way…? Sweat starts to trickle down the back of my neck and as I look down I notice that my dick is hard as a rock. What the fuck?I’ve never been attracted to a man before.. except for Abraham Lincoln. I look at this painting of Biden, noticing every detail of his member, wishing I could touch it, feel it, taste it.I feel thirsty and all I want to drink from is Joe Biden’s penis.I hear a door unlock and I turn around as Joe Biden himself emerges from his en-suite. He’s steamy, just after a shower, wearing nothing but a towel, barely covering his dick and balls. He looks up in disbelief as he realises that I’m here. “TRUMP?”But instead of fighting his startled look, I walk right up to him and kiss him. It’s a passionate kiss, one that I had unconsciously desired for so long. To my surprise, he kisses me back. He does it softly, as he’s so unsure about this situation, but I hope that I am communicating to him that I want him too badly to let our hate come between us.“Trump.. I-I don’t understand. We hate each other. You are my rival, my arch nemesis, yet all I want right now is for you to ride me as hard as you possibly can”And i do just that.I whip off Biden’s slutty little towel, ripped my pants off as fast as i can and burying my penis deeply inside Joe Biden. He moans softly and I thrust gently into him. I stare at his nude painting, arousing me more, making me hornier and hornier. I suddenly remember all the things Biden has done to make me hate him, and I get more aggressive. I thrust, hard. He jolts, but I know he likes it. I pull his hair, saying “do you like that, big boy?” but I know that he likes that. He’s so submissive, he doesn’t do anything except take my dick and moan, and I hate him for it. I thrust harder. It feels so good. I thrust and thrust until I finally feel that euphoric feeling of ejaculation. I moan and scream. Joe turns around and reveals that he is crying. I lick his tears off gently.