Cumming up Trumps Part 3
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Whilst it had been Manning that had passed up the opportunity to fuck Trump, it did not mean she wasn't horny. Given the amount of male interaction she'd had in the last few hours she longed to dip her cock into a soaking wet minge. It had been tough for Manning growing up as a 'woman' with massive tits and an equally huge dick. She'd been the subject of many a cruel whisper during her school years but as she grew up so she grew into herself. She learnt to make the most of the 'tools' that she been given.
She loved to have her member touched and sucked and equally enjoyed shoving it up a receptive arse but there were times when only another woman would do and this was one of those times.
Manning guessed that she couldn't be a million miles away from the subway station she was heading to but those familiar urges were starting to get the better of her, she needed pussy and she needed it now. She eagerly skipped on and she started to encounter one or two more people as she passed a row of suburban shops. There were those making their way home after a long night out and those early risers presumably on their way to work. Manning collared a youngish looking man, he was dressed well but looked as though he'd had a pretty heavy session. "You know of a brass house round here," she ventured, hoping to quell the need that was threatening to overcome her. "Pardon?" Her would be assistant was clearly a little worse for wear. "A brass house, you spawny little wanker. Somewhere one gets their end away."
Manning's tone turned needlessly high-brow as if to make a point. "Sorry bruv, I didn't get you first time out. Genevieve's is just around the corner. Second left, you'll see the steps up to the massage parlour. "Bruv?!?" Manning was taken aback. "Have you not seen these cans? They do 'extras' up there then?" She added. "Mate, I've got no idea what you are or the point you're trying to make but who goes to a massage parlour for a massage?" The point struck a chord with Manning who didn't even venture a response before she marched on, her need was too great. She hustled round the corner but there was no sign of any steps or a massage parlour, Manning was seething. As she looked left and right she spotted a skinny woman, probably in her early 20s approaching her. "You know where the brass house is?" Manning asked as the woman came into ear shot. "I'm on the game." The response was instant and music to Manning's ears. "Bingo, how do we take care of business round here then," Manning shot back before sparking up again.
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What is going on? Trump lay flustered on the huge bed he had in his edge of town retreat.
I only met this woman a few hours ago and I cannot get her out of my thoughts, she is consuming me. Trump's thoughts raced from one encounter to the next, Manning had him wrapped round her little finger, he knew that now but he was hoping Manning was still unaware of that fact. Who leaves me hanging and withholds sex from the President of the United States if he asks for it? Trump's temperature rose as he remembered the way Manning had left just moments before.
His cock was still throbbing, he had felt sure that he'd get a cheeky fuck before she made her way into the night, after all he's not had to work too hard to get his dick sucked earlier in the day. What was she thinking? Trump almost willed himself to be angry with his newest squeeze but the more he thought about her the less angry he became. He was besotted.
With Manning gone he had to take care of his own business so he raced into the en suite and sat on the ledge of the bath tub. He undid his trousers and slid his hand onto his cock. He had a raging bonar long before his hand had got near it, his recent encounter with and subsequent thoughts of Manning made sure of that. This was no time to be gentle, Trump whacked away at his erect member whilst hazy pictures of Manning raced through his head. When would he see her next? He thought, the reality of the situation almost spoiling his flow. The end was as quick as it was messy. A torrent of spunk exploded from the end of his bulbous cock, spraying all over the place. That was what this woman was doing it him. After a brief clean-up operation he wandered back into the bedroom and slumped onto the bed, he had to see Manning again, and soon.
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"Just follow me but keep a few steps behind, we don't want the Feds picking us up. I'm Krystal by the way." The blonde girl had clearly had a tough life and looked tired and haggard. "No problems sweet cheeks, I'll walk wherever you want." As Krystal turned to walk ahead she noticed something wasn't quite right with her latest customer. It was strange enough that the person in front of her was wearing Oakleys in the dingy haze of the early morning but upon closer inspection she now noticed this masculine figure had a huge pair of tits. "What's your game?" Krystal ventured as she turned away. "Are you gay, straight, woman or man, what is going on with you? I don't really do lesbian stuff, not unless it's the right price." She carried on. "I'm your fucking dream ticket sugar tits, I can do anything you want, straight or queer, it's all fine with me." The statement made no sense and certainly didn't answer any of the multitude of queries running through Krystal's head, she carried on anyway thinking there was money to be made.
Manning followed obediently a metre or so behind. It was unlike her to have to submit to someone else, particularly in a sexual sense. She normally dominated any similar situation but needs must and she could feel her piece swelling and coming to life in her boxer shorts. She knew that sex was moments away and this was naughty stuff. Manning had used working girls before of course in circumstances resembling these, when her mammoth sex drive had got the better of her. Picking a prostitute up off the street was different though, much more dangerous, her pulse raced as they turned into a fairly secluded park. "Follow me," Krystal led Manning to a child's play area, there was a seating area just below the slide. Manning sat on a bench, clearly designed for a child, it groaned under the weight of her ample frame. "What do you want then?" Krystal asked. Manning leaned back and spread her arms beside her. "Well you can start by getting your laughing gear round that." Manning tore down her tracksuit bottoms to reveal her cock which was stood to attention and ready to go. Krystal was really surprised by what she was seeing but in many ways it made it easier for her, she had sucked hundreds of dicks in her time. She got down on her hands and knees and began to work her hand up and down the shaft of Manning's dick, which was as big as any she'd seen before. She pursed her lips around the huge purple head using her tongue to excite Manning. "Give the balls a cheeky tickle." Manning gave direction between her moans and groans. Krystal obliged, this was her stock in trade, she knew her craft. She upped her tempo, working the shaft with her hand whilst sucking from the top. Manning sat back, enjoying the BJ and finally getting some gratification, Krystal was good, she thought to herself, she'd waited long enough to for this.
"Right sweetheart, knickers off, the old chap is going in." Manning rose to her feet, her excitement was almost too much. "Bend over sweet cheeks you're about to get the ride of your life. You'll be asking me for cash after this!"
Before Krystal could get into position she felt Manning's cock probing around her pussy. She felt strangely turned on and had to admit she was looking forward to what was to come. She was used to having cocks inside her, most of the time she struggled to gain enjoyment from something that she had to do over and over again. Manning fiddled around before finding the target and she slammed her dick inside Krystal. Both let out a squeal of delight.
"You wanted this more than me hey Krystal, it's wetter than an otter's back pocket down there."
Manning quickly got into her stride, driving her hips back and forth. This was not a time for seduction she wanted to blow her load and quickly as she could. Both her and Krystal yelped as Manning neared climax. "I'm going to spill my seed any second you filthy animal."
Manning lost herself in the moment and her whole body stiffened, this was it, for all of her sexual conquests, occasionally she just need to pump her load into a wet hole. "Ooooof, have that you complete bastard." Manning's work was done, she exploded behind Krystal climaxing in absolute ecstasy. What followed was a mixture of awkward chit-chat before Krystal asked for her money. "$100 then?" Manning shot her a look, "I should have thought you'd pay me for that ride no?" Krystal had enjoyed the sex more than she anticipated but this was her job, there were no performance related discounts. "Look it's $100, you know the deal, I have to make a living!" "Fair dos sweet cheeks, I've got your dollar, don't fret." Manning pulled out a money clip with a wad of notes and counted out $101. She slipped the notes into Krystal's cleavage. "Keep the change, that was some sweet poontang." With that Manning marched off to find her way back to the hotel. -->
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