A rough night 2
A/N: Obama won. So....
He took a deep breath and knocked on the president’s dressing room door.
"Who is it?"
Mitt Romney hears from behind the door. He feels a feeling of hate grow in his stomach when he recognized immdetly the voice who said that.
"It's your competitor, Mitt Romney. I would like to talk to you in secret before the debate." Mitt Romney says as confandenally as possible.
There was a silence. Mitt felt like he was making a mistake. And what made him think the president want to see him anyway? All of those political ads on the TV where the call Obama a "cheat", "A loser", and "Unsuccessful" that his camplain paid for and Mitt believed that president wants to see him? plus the hostel debate they had a week before may be still in Obama’s mind. He felt like walking away.
"Come in!" Obama says from behind the door. Mitt felt excited. He knew that as soon as Obama lets him into his room, there will be no turning back from the deed the republican candidate wants to do to the president. He opens the door and lets himself in.
Sitting on a stool in front of a large mirror sat the president of the United states, barack obama. He was sitting in a squat like postion while reading an handful of papers. He looked at Mitt romeny with question, welcome, and a bit of hostlity. Mitt knew the president was wondering why he was here.
Mitt walked toward the president holding out his hand in an handshake. Almost by reflex, the president held up his hand and shook Romney's.
"Hello Mr. president!" Says Romney without getting sick of himself for saying that and aroused for being so close to him.
"Well, this is a first. Meeting you in private." Says Obama placing the paper he held in his other hand on the counter near-by then looking back at Romney in the eyes. "Is there something you want to talk to me about?"
Romney want to shout at him about EVERYTHING he believe is bad with American because of him but he smiled his trademark half smile and said, "I just want to tell you good luck. This will be the last time we will be so close to each other and I just want to put bygones to bygones from any hostility from the race and the previous debate, and hope we don't go away mad again tonight."
Obama smiled his trademark smile and nodded at him. "Thank you. It's rare when running mates want to make amends and just make this a clean race. What you said remind me of John McCain. He was a respectable man."
Mitt Romney tried to not react to that insult. He thought McCain was a pussy who didn't want to angry people, including his running mate. His Sarah Palin, on the other hand was more of a man than McCain. She would be a good leader. Too bad she was a woman.
“Thank you, Barack.”
“Call me Barry.” Obama winked. Mitt stepped back slightly. Something about that wink felt like an sexual advance. He shrugged it off.
“Okay, Barry.” He smiled his half smile. There was an air of silence. Mitt knew Obama knew there was something else on his mind. He cleared his throat and thought about his plan. His plan to show the president whose boss. To show him how hard and extreme his dick can be. Paul Ryan knows firsthand.
“Barry…?”
Obama’s face lit up. Mitt was then sure that Obama knew he was here for something other than to wish him luck.
“Yes Mitt?”
Mitt Romney looked around, staring at the door. “Are we alone? I mean, are you expecting company soon?”
Obama took out his Black Barry stome and looked at his schedule. “Nope. No one until the debate.” Mitt smiled and walked closer to Obama. He looked Obama into the eyes and put a hand on the president’s shoulder. Obama blushes and looks at Romney’s hand. Then into Romney’s eyes. There was another awkward silence. Romney felt his cock grow in his off white briefs. He gripped the president’s shoulder and flashed his teeth.
“Sooo….I have noticed that….well….you are very handsome. I can see why all the female voters like you.”
Obama blushed harder and noticed the growing bulge in Mitt’s pants. He looks in Mitt’s eyes. “Mitt…I…um…are you...coming on to me?”
Mitt giggled and placed another hand on the other shoulders and drew Obama in, kissing him. Obama was still and allowed the republican to kiss him. Mitt pulled away and raised his eyebrows at the mocha skinned man. Obama looked at the door, then at Mitt. Mitt was sure he blew the mind of the president. Soon he is going to force the president on all fours, pull his pants down and pound his lovely ass. He started to unzipped his suit pants. He grabbed Obama’s hand and slipped it in the fly of his pants, forcing him to feel his hard-on. Obama gasp and looked at Mitt. Mitt bucked his hips, giving the President a sample of the force of his hips. Romney loved feeling dominate. He can tell Obama was going to be a good uke. But suddenly, Obama stood and kissed Mitt Romney hard. Mitt was surprised when he felt the president grip his hard cock and unleash the republican’s 7inch member. Before he could think, he felt another bare cock rub against his own. Mitt looked down and saw the President’s 10 inch black dick rub up and down his own.
“So, you want to see what keeps my wife coming back for more?” The president says before slipping his hand behind Mitt and into his briefs. Mitt gasped when he felt the president’s finger slide unlubricated into his asshole. Mitt bucked backwards into the finger shamefully. He felt embarrassed that such an intrusive act felt so good. Mitt pulled away from the president and balled his fists.
“Listen motherfucker, I came here to fuck you up hard! I hate your liberal ass and you will Not seduce me! This will NOT be a loving one-night-stand! I am going to fuck you and you’ll going to like it! Understand?” Mitt did not like love making. He loves rape and fucking. He never was gentle with his wife or with Paul. He will not have slow sex with the man he hates with all his heart.
Obama shrugged and walked toward Mitt. “That’s fine. I’m up for a unpassinate fuck, too. Sometimes making love to your wife can turn old. Bend over.” Mitt Romney was very offended and shoved the president away. “Who are you talking too, asshole?”
Obama grabbed Mitt and stuck the finger he slide up the man’s ass into his mouth. “You. You know you want my dick.” Mitt punched the president strait in the face, knocking him down. This was the type of foreplay he liked, violence. He jumped on top of the president and started to rip off his pants. Romney could feel his cock grow harder than ever. Obama laughs and stopped struggling. This pissed Mitt off. He punched Obama again.
“Fight! Come one you wuss! I am going to rape you! Aren’t you going to fight?”
Obama laughs hard and looks at Mitt evilly. “I like my ass to be fucked forcefully. You will not have the pleasure of me fighting.” Mitt punched him again and blood started trickling out of the president’s nose. Obama took an handful of blood and wiped it on Mitt’s face. “Come on, big boy! Show me what you got.”
This was turning Mitt off. He wanted Obama to fight and scream. He wanted him to not want his dick. He wanted to slide his member into the president and bust open his asshole. He wants to leave the president on the floor, bleeding while he walked away and rehearsed his notes for the debate. But Obama wanted to be fucked. He wanted to get a ride. But Mitt wasn’t going to give him the satfaction. He stood up and zipped up his pants. He looked down at the president with a disgusted look. “You are pathetic.” And start to walk away. Just when mitt was at the door, he felt a hard whack on the back of his head causing him to fall down. Before he passed out he looked up at the pantless president smiling his wide mouth smile.
“If you won’t fuck me hard, I’ll fuck you.” Then Mitt Romney saw black.
To be Continued…
He took a deep breath and knocked on the president’s dressing room door.
"Who is it?"
Mitt Romney hears from behind the door. He feels a feeling of hate grow in his stomach when he recognized immdetly the voice who said that.
"It's your competitor, Mitt Romney. I would like to talk to you in secret before the debate." Mitt Romney says as confandenally as possible.
There was a silence. Mitt felt like he was making a mistake. And what made him think the president want to see him anyway? All of those political ads on the TV where the call Obama a "cheat", "A loser", and "Unsuccessful" that his camplain paid for and Mitt believed that president wants to see him? plus the hostel debate they had a week before may be still in Obama’s mind. He felt like walking away.
"Come in!" Obama says from behind the door. Mitt felt excited. He knew that as soon as Obama lets him into his room, there will be no turning back from the deed the republican candidate wants to do to the president. He opens the door and lets himself in.
Sitting on a stool in front of a large mirror sat the president of the United states, barack obama. He was sitting in a squat like postion while reading an handful of papers. He looked at Mitt romeny with question, welcome, and a bit of hostlity. Mitt knew the president was wondering why he was here.
Mitt walked toward the president holding out his hand in an handshake. Almost by reflex, the president held up his hand and shook Romney's.
"Hello Mr. president!" Says Romney without getting sick of himself for saying that and aroused for being so close to him.
"Well, this is a first. Meeting you in private." Says Obama placing the paper he held in his other hand on the counter near-by then looking back at Romney in the eyes. "Is there something you want to talk to me about?"
Romney want to shout at him about EVERYTHING he believe is bad with American because of him but he smiled his trademark half smile and said, "I just want to tell you good luck. This will be the last time we will be so close to each other and I just want to put bygones to bygones from any hostility from the race and the previous debate, and hope we don't go away mad again tonight."
Obama smiled his trademark smile and nodded at him. "Thank you. It's rare when running mates want to make amends and just make this a clean race. What you said remind me of John McCain. He was a respectable man."
Mitt Romney tried to not react to that insult. He thought McCain was a pussy who didn't want to angry people, including his running mate. His Sarah Palin, on the other hand was more of a man than McCain. She would be a good leader. Too bad she was a woman.
“Thank you, Barack.”
“Call me Barry.” Obama winked. Mitt stepped back slightly. Something about that wink felt like an sexual advance. He shrugged it off.
“Okay, Barry.” He smiled his half smile. There was an air of silence. Mitt knew Obama knew there was something else on his mind. He cleared his throat and thought about his plan. His plan to show the president whose boss. To show him how hard and extreme his dick can be. Paul Ryan knows firsthand.
“Barry…?”
Obama’s face lit up. Mitt was then sure that Obama knew he was here for something other than to wish him luck.
“Yes Mitt?”
Mitt Romney looked around, staring at the door. “Are we alone? I mean, are you expecting company soon?”
Obama took out his Black Barry stome and looked at his schedule. “Nope. No one until the debate.” Mitt smiled and walked closer to Obama. He looked Obama into the eyes and put a hand on the president’s shoulder. Obama blushes and looks at Romney’s hand. Then into Romney’s eyes. There was another awkward silence. Romney felt his cock grow in his off white briefs. He gripped the president’s shoulder and flashed his teeth.
“Sooo….I have noticed that….well….you are very handsome. I can see why all the female voters like you.”
Obama blushed harder and noticed the growing bulge in Mitt’s pants. He looks in Mitt’s eyes. “Mitt…I…um…are you...coming on to me?”
Mitt giggled and placed another hand on the other shoulders and drew Obama in, kissing him. Obama was still and allowed the republican to kiss him. Mitt pulled away and raised his eyebrows at the mocha skinned man. Obama looked at the door, then at Mitt. Mitt was sure he blew the mind of the president. Soon he is going to force the president on all fours, pull his pants down and pound his lovely ass. He started to unzipped his suit pants. He grabbed Obama’s hand and slipped it in the fly of his pants, forcing him to feel his hard-on. Obama gasp and looked at Mitt. Mitt bucked his hips, giving the President a sample of the force of his hips. Romney loved feeling dominate. He can tell Obama was going to be a good uke. But suddenly, Obama stood and kissed Mitt Romney hard. Mitt was surprised when he felt the president grip his hard cock and unleash the republican’s 7inch member. Before he could think, he felt another bare cock rub against his own. Mitt looked down and saw the President’s 10 inch black dick rub up and down his own.
“So, you want to see what keeps my wife coming back for more?” The president says before slipping his hand behind Mitt and into his briefs. Mitt gasped when he felt the president’s finger slide unlubricated into his asshole. Mitt bucked backwards into the finger shamefully. He felt embarrassed that such an intrusive act felt so good. Mitt pulled away from the president and balled his fists.
“Listen motherfucker, I came here to fuck you up hard! I hate your liberal ass and you will Not seduce me! This will NOT be a loving one-night-stand! I am going to fuck you and you’ll going to like it! Understand?” Mitt did not like love making. He loves rape and fucking. He never was gentle with his wife or with Paul. He will not have slow sex with the man he hates with all his heart.
Obama shrugged and walked toward Mitt. “That’s fine. I’m up for a unpassinate fuck, too. Sometimes making love to your wife can turn old. Bend over.” Mitt Romney was very offended and shoved the president away. “Who are you talking too, asshole?”
Obama grabbed Mitt and stuck the finger he slide up the man’s ass into his mouth. “You. You know you want my dick.” Mitt punched the president strait in the face, knocking him down. This was the type of foreplay he liked, violence. He jumped on top of the president and started to rip off his pants. Romney could feel his cock grow harder than ever. Obama laughs and stopped struggling. This pissed Mitt off. He punched Obama again.
“Fight! Come one you wuss! I am going to rape you! Aren’t you going to fight?”
Obama laughs hard and looks at Mitt evilly. “I like my ass to be fucked forcefully. You will not have the pleasure of me fighting.” Mitt punched him again and blood started trickling out of the president’s nose. Obama took an handful of blood and wiped it on Mitt’s face. “Come on, big boy! Show me what you got.”
This was turning Mitt off. He wanted Obama to fight and scream. He wanted him to not want his dick. He wanted to slide his member into the president and bust open his asshole. He wants to leave the president on the floor, bleeding while he walked away and rehearsed his notes for the debate. But Obama wanted to be fucked. He wanted to get a ride. But Mitt wasn’t going to give him the satfaction. He stood up and zipped up his pants. He looked down at the president with a disgusted look. “You are pathetic.” And start to walk away. Just when mitt was at the door, he felt a hard whack on the back of his head causing him to fall down. Before he passed out he looked up at the pantless president smiling his wide mouth smile.
“If you won’t fuck me hard, I’ll fuck you.” Then Mitt Romney saw black.
To be Continued…