Sexual Shenanigans of the Trump Family Eric Trump
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Nicole Arbour. Lesbian madam. 40 years old, 5’ 10” tall, leggy, athletic, strong. And stacked. Like a brick house. 50E-24-38. Shoulder-length thick blonde hair. Bright red lipstick, toenails, and fingernails. Golden tan from sunbathing in the nude. Neatly trimmed pussy. A real, live Amazon queen. Nicole had been supplying beautiful American blondes to Kayleigh McEnany’s escort service. A very lucrative partnership. Kayleigh had double-crossed Donald Jr and Eric. Embezzling from the Trump was...
A couple of times when we were in the room alone and she greeted me with a kiss I took hold of her chin and kissed her on the mouth. She would give a nervous little giggle but I could tell it upset her some. After a few times of this, she began giving me a quick peck on the lips of her own free will, I think she looked upon it as a game. Once when she had come in from school I was standing in the kitchen alone and when we hugged and kissed I held her and forced my tongue in her mouth. She...
My mom, Marla, had let me live with my daddy Donald. Daddy became abusive towards me, calling me mean names and hitting me whenever I was bad. Now, I know all parents hit their kids, but I'm not talking about a slap on the ass. I'm talking about being slapped in the face and even punched. Two months after I turned x, he created a special punishment. He would tie me to a table he had in the basement, which he called the punishment table, then whip me with a leather strap. A month after that...
Mom had run off to L.A. a few months before, unable to take the stress of Dad’s drinking and temper any longer, leaving me alone with him in our big house in New York City. Mom hoped to get in the movies somehow. She once even said she’d even suck some producer’s penis until it shot gobs of cum into her mouth if it would get her a job on TV. Things had been going OK. I had settled into a routine of going to school, coming home and doing homework, and then cooking dinner. I would eat alone and...
“shame she isn’t a virgin the President. Our clients like virgins too." The president by the name of Donald Trump looked the girl over. She was young, in her twenties, small well formed breasts, blonde shoulder length hair and skinny body. Her clothes consisted of a T shirt and canvas trousers. on her feet she wore old leather sandals. “What's your name?" asked the President. “Tomi Lahren from Fox News" the girl answered. “Well Tomi Lahren, you belong to us now. Our organization has...
Nicole Arbour. Lesbian madam. 40 years old, 5’ 10” tall, leggy, athletic, strong. And stacked. Like a brick house. 50E-24-38. Shoulder-length thick blonde hair. Bright red lipstick, toenails, and fingernails. Golden tan from sunbathing in the nude. Neatly trimmed pussy. A real, live Amazon queen. Nicole had been supplying beautiful American blondes to Kayleigh McEnany’s escort service. A very lucrative partnership. Kayleigh had double-crossed Donald Jr and Eric. Embezzling from the Trump was...
Light sparkled from the huge chandelier and reflected from the thousands of diamonds encrusting the women in attendance. While an orchestra played softly from one corner of the room, tuxedo clad waiters with white gloves circulated silver trays of champagne and caviar. A small circle of Cabinet members talked quietly with the President. A long string of black limousines was still pulling up outside and passes were being checked against the guest list. Suddenly there was a perceptible pause...
Light sparkled from the huge chandelier and reflected from the thousands of diamonds encrusting the women in attendance. While an orchestra played softly from one corner of the room, tuxedo clad waiters with white gloves circulated silver trays of champagne and caviar. A small circle of Cabinet members talked quietly with the President. A long string of black limousines was still pulling up outside and passes were being checked against the guest list. Suddenly there was a perceptible pause...
Light sparkled from the huge chandelier and reflected from the thousands of diamonds encrusting the women in attendance. While an orchestra played softly from one corner of the room, tuxedo clad waiters with white gloves circulated silver trays of champagne and caviar. A small circle of Cabinet members talked quietly with the President. A long string of black limousines was still pulling up outside and passes were being checked against the guest list. Suddenly there was a perceptible pause...
*** The White House bunker is half-empty or half-full, it depends on how you'd see it. The place is not very big, designed to take about 100 customers in, but now only 40 or 50 customers are sitting at the tables and they all are men. To be exact, they all are Republican politicians. It's also clearly visible, that they are quite wealthy businessmen. They are dressed up very formally in dark or grey suits. They wear valuable rings on their fingers and they drink expensive drinks. Some of...
I was deer hunting several ridges over from my new house. I had taken a position high on a hill up in the tree so I could overlook the whole valley. About 9 Am; I saw movement on the other side of the creek coming down the hill. As I looked through my scope up and down the beach for something interesting to spot. There was nothing except I could see that it was the liberal news host Ana Kasparian and their property had numerous "No Hunting" signs posted. It was over a 300 yard shot and I...
I was deer hunting several ridges over from my new house. I had taken a position high on a hill up in the tree so I could overlook the whole valley. About 9 Am; I saw movement on the other side of the creek coming down the hill. As I looked through my scope up and down the beach for something interesting to spot. There was nothing except I could see that it was the liberal news host Ana Kasparian and their property had numerous "No Hunting" signs posted. It was over a 300 yard shot and I...
Matthew Pottinger did just as he was told, running his hands up and down Candace Owen’s voluptuous body, caressing her ebony skin, squeezing her meaty breasts, and stroking her big, round ass while she writhed and squirmed. “Candace” – pretty name, pretty girl. Built like a brick house. Real hot body. Big, tall, and busty. 5’ 5”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth ebony skin. Long, thick, curly black hair glistened with mousse. Leggy. Big, firm tits. Full, round ass. Dressed nice and slutty....
Matthew Pottinger did just as he was told, running his hands up and down Candace Owen’s voluptuous body, caressing her ebony skin, squeezing her meaty breasts, and stroking her big, round ass while she writhed and squirmed. “Candace” – pretty name, pretty girl. Built like a brick house. Real hot body. Big, tall, and busty. 5’ 5”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth ebony skin. Long, thick, curly black hair glistened with mousse. Leggy. Big, firm tits. Full, round ass. Dressed nice and slutty....
After about the third or fourth day, she sees an island covered with trees. She knows she is far from main land and has not seen any one else since the day she left. She does not see any sign of another person on the island and there is no sign of land anywhere else. She smiles and begins to load up the raft. Once that is finished, she strips down and pulls out a pair of white, seamless pantyhose. She pushes her tiny foot into the leg and pulls the nylon up. Then she pulls the other leg on....
"Here is another one for you," the man said pushing the young girl into the White House bunker. “Another traitor from the street, totally useless, but will bring us something.” “Maybe," said the woman. “She is very young.” “The younger the better," said the woman with a smile. “Shame she isn’t a virgin, madam. Our clients like virgins too." The woman by the name of Marsha Blackburn looked the girl over. She was young, in her twenties, with small well-formed breasts, blonde...
Although a light snow had been falling since shortly after we left St. Louis, we were making good time, and I felt at peace as we drove through southern Indiana. Despite my family's tendency to transform into Dysfunction Junction, the snow and the impending holiday festivities put me in a good spirit and brought my mind back to a Christmas many years ago. It was 1982, and I had turned x three months earlier. I had passed through that awkward phase of puberty and was an attractive kid; I...
I’m cursing in my thoughts. “Where the fuck is she?” I’m hidden in a dark alley and wait for that pretty former Deputy Press Secretary to come walking through. I’m anxious as hell as I hold the garrote in my right hand. I need to have her tonight. I’ve studied Lindsay’s schedule and habits over the last few weeks; she always takes this shortcut in Friday nights. As I think of this, I hear brisk walking. Peeking from the dark corner, I see her coming towards me, dressed in skinny pants and a...
I’m cursing in my thoughts. “Where the fuck is she?” I’m hidden in a dark alley and wait for that pretty former Deputy Press Secretary to come walking through. I’m anxious as hell as I hold the garrote in my right hand. I need to have her tonight. I’ve studied Lindsay’s schedule and habits over the last few weeks; she always takes this shortcut in Friday nights. As I think of this, I hear brisk walking. Peeking from the dark corner, I see her coming towards me, dressed in skinny pants and a...
Eric Erica (en francais)Eric, 18 ans depuis trois semaines, bon c?ur mais incurable r?veur et incorrigible romantique, ne faisait rien de sa vie. Rien de rien, incapable de se fixer ou de fixer son attention, archi largu? au lyc?e, non pas stupide mais jamais pr?sent, toujours r?fugi? dans son monde imaginaire. Eric ?tait diff?rent. Cette diff?rence, son p?re, ancien officier reconvertit dans l’industrie et sa m?re, une catholique bigote, tous deux issus d’une stricte bourgeoisie conservatrice, ne l’admettaient pas e...
Ashli was one of these females in the military. She, however, was determined not to be placed in that "Air Force Slut" category. In the beginning, everything went according to plan. She attended her training and made it to her air base with her reputation still intact. The past few hours, however, have changed her life forever. Let me start at the beginning. Ashli came from a lower-middle-class family, in the lower middle part of San Diego. At 18 years old, she saw the military as a perfect...
Shenanigans Too By Morpheus Part 1 Crystal Hall, Sunday late afternoon, Nov 25th, 2007 Amy stared down at her tray of dinner, feeling less than impressed. After being home for Thanksgiving and eating some of the food that Mrs. Lawrence had sent over, she was not thrilled about returning to cafeteria food, even if that cafeteria happened to be Crystal Hall. "At least there's always the kitchen in Hawthorne," she reminded herself, making a note to check what ingredients were...
Recently, matty7853 and I got chatting about past lovers, and he asked if I had been with any transgender girls or femboys. I told him I had, and gave some details about a certain xHamster encounter some of you may recall (and who, I hope, will contact me again one day). He then asked about the two femboys I had been with, and it seems that my response was too wordy for xHam’s chat system. So, instead, I’ve decided to post it as a story - for Matty’s enjoyment and for yours. This takes the...
Mike Pompeo arrived in Beijing on a special kind of vacation reserved to the men of his status and connections, which needless to say were numerous and well maintained. The purpose of the trip to the capital of China was to see several women hang by the neck until dead, women sentenced to die on gallows for drug trafficking. Pompeo, being a man of spiritual, as well as physical exploration, took interest in Mainland hangings, for one of his friends , Peter Navarro, had already gone to China...
Mike Pompeo arrived in Beijing on a special kind of vacation reserved to the men of his status and connections, which needless to say were numerous and well maintained. The purpose of the trip to the capital of China was to see several women hang by the neck until dead, women sentenced to die on gallows for drug trafficking. Pompeo, being a man of spiritual, as well as physical exploration, took interest in Mainland hangings, for one of his friends , Peter Navarro, had already gone to China...
Sam Trump, Ace Detective By Ron Dow75 Louise King thought that the place she had her appointment was very appropriate. It was a five-story brick building built in the 1910's or 20's in a rundown section of the city that was now being renewed. In fact, when she entered the building she saw that the lobby opened up into a large atrium with large, sun-admitting skylights stories overhead. Scaffolding, materials, tools and workmen vied for space with those still using the...
Although a light snow had been falling since shortly after we left St. Louis, we were making good time, and I felt at peace as we drove through southern Indiana. Despite my family's tendency to transform into Dysfunction Junction, the snow and the impending holiday festivities put me in a good spirit and brought my mind back to a Christmas many years ago. It was 1982, and I had turned x three months earlier. I had passed through that awkward phase of puberty and was an attractive kid; I...
I’m cursing in my thoughts. “Where the fuck is she?” I’m hidden in a dark alley and wait for that pretty former Deputy Press Secretary to come walking through. I’m anxious as hell as I hold the garrote in my right hand. I need to have her tonight. I’ve studied Lindsay’s schedule and habits over the last few weeks; she always takes this shortcut in Friday nights. As I think of this, I hear brisk walking. Peeking from the dark corner, I see her coming towards me, dressed in skinny pants and a...
Shenanigans By Morpheus Crystal Hall, Friday afternoon, Nov 16th, 2007 "So, what are you working on this time?" Alyss asked. Amy Maguire took a bite from her dinner, then glanced over at the notebook beside her. She'd been doodling a little while she ate, which she frequently did when she had ideas she was working on. "I was just thinking about different ways to weaponize my spheres," Amy answered once she'd finished swallowing. "It's been three weeks since Exquisite and...
The ‘American Spirit’ was nothing I expected a space ship to look from the inside. It was more like a luxurious villa, complete with garden, swimming pool and green lawn. We stepped through a glass sliding door under a blue sky with a single yellow sun and on the green plant surface he called grass, was a table with umbrella and a few garden chairs. Rolling hills with forests in the distance. “All simulated of course,” Alex explained. “The walls are actually only 30 meters from us, but I...
The Adventures of Eric and Donna: Save the Last Dance For Me! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Eric's life-long friend Steve bounded down the outside cellar stairs towards Eric's basement, the default hang out for all of Eric's friends since elementary school. As was the custom, he walked in without bothering to knock, jumped over the back of the sofa, and landed on the cushion next to Eric. As was also their custom, he referred to Eric...
The Seduction and Enslavement of Young, Innocent Eric: The Path to Total Control I knew what I was thinking was evil. But still, I couldn't convince myselfit would be wrong, not with the excitement, sexual and otherwise, that I feltwhen I thought about it. Marion, my office assistant of nearly five yearshad just died prematurely from cancer. She had been a single, overprotective motherof a shy 16-year boy named Eric. They had had no other relatives, eventhe father, if he was even known, was...
(Not quite) the beginning...“Ooh! Oh, fuck, baby! Like that! Yeah! Harder! Uhr! Oh, god! Oh, god! C’mon, baby! Fuck me! Like that! Yeah! Uhr-uhn! Huhrr! Oh, shit! Fuck!”Eric sat quietly on the sofa across from the television, unable to find a comfortable position on the beaten cushions. With his fingers interlocked on his lap, he melted against the cushy, round arm of the old sofa, keeping a wide gap between him and Millie seated by the opposite arm.Every few minutes, he shifted his eyes to the...
Straight Sex"Master?" Sir Eric Nicolas Roberts, Viscount of Atlantia, sighed, then mumbled, "Hmm?". "Is the Queen's castle much further?" His Excellency opened his eyes and looked down from his horse at his squire walking besides him. "Do you see it yet Squire?" "No Master, I do not," he said just before he clumsily stumbled. "Are you tired boy?" "No, not tired ... My left shoe has a hole in it, Master, and I keep getting pebbles in it." "Hop up here, then," Eric...
ERIC Eric had just turned 14 in June. As with most 14 year old males, Eric was small and thin, a boy growing into a man's body. Confused about who he was and what he had changed into. Puberty does that to young males. He liked girls but was he was very confused. One of his best friends was Joey, or as she preferred to be called now Mary Jo. Again puberty does that. Confusion reigned in the lad's life. Eric lived at home with his parents. His mother was a homemaker, his dad...
1.01 Eric and Nicole: 1.02 Eric, Nicole, Harness Preparation: 1.03 Nicole, Harness, Bidet, Vaginal Preparation: 1.04 Eric, Harness, Bidet, Rectal Preparation: 1.05 Nicole, A Silicone Love Affair: 1.06 Eric, A Silicone Love Affair: 1.07 Nicole, Harness, The Girl, Fisting: 1.08 Eric, Harness, The Boy, Mating: 1.01 Eric and Nicole: Eric and Nicole are anti Gay and Lesbian activists. They also campaigned for the closing of adult businesses that sell sexual oriented material,...
“You are allowed pets in your apartment?” Eric’s father asked as he emerged from the bathroom.Eric, seated with his mother at the table, frowned and asked, “What are you talking about? What pet?”“There is a small black and furry creature crawling around behind your toilet,” Father grunted. “Must be a rat.”“Oh my God. You have rats?” his mother exclaimed.Eric smirked. “I don’t have rats. Dad is just making it up.”“Just because you don’t see rats, it does not mean that there are no rats,” Father...
Straight Sex"Oh, fuck James, Donnie, fill up my glass," I whined, putting it out."Gwen, I know you're hurting," Donne pointed out, slanting the bottle down and pouring the wine. "I'm just saying, don't go nuts.""I'm not going nuts, I'm getting drunk, there's a huge difference, Donnie," I groaned before turning my head. "You get me right, Eric?""He kind of has a point. We're on our third bottle now, and you've drunk most of the first two," Eric reminded me, rubbing my arm.Then they both...
Threesomes“Master?” Sir Eric Nicolas Roberts, Viscount of Atlantia, sighed, then mumbled, “Hmm?” “Is the Queen’s castle much further?” His Excellency opened his eyes and looked down from his horse at his fourteen-year-old squire James walking beside him. “Do you see it yet, squire?” “No, Master, I do not,” he said just before he clumsily stumbled. “Are you tired, boy?” “No, not tired. My left shoe has a hole in it, Master, and I keep getting pebbles in it.” Eric commanded, “Hop up here,...
Mr.Flensburger was now gone for a week and we had a new teacher. Mr. Walters was his name and he was much different to the jovial and gentle Mr. Flensburger. He was stern and had a no nonsense approach. This Monday morning, right by the main doors I saw Yngve Lofdahl waiting for me. He had a busted; bleeding lip and his left eye was swelling. Like me he was wearing a fur vest over a linen tunic that reached halfway to the knees, linen breeches and boots. Usually he always looked like he wore...
"How about Eric?" she offered. My girlfriend, Michelle (sometimes just "Chelle") and I were lying in bed, our sweat and other fluids drying and our heartbeats slowly returning to normal after a pretty adventurous little romp together. This particular evening of youthful exploration had "climaxed" with me sliding a vibrator that we had been using during foreplay into her ass while I was already inside of her, simulating double penetration. We'd never done this before but we had been trying more...
Group SexThe small apartment was quiet as Eric settled down to an evening of television. He was looking forward to a night to himself after a long week of teaching at the Wood County Police Academy. His specialty was self-defense, but he taught all aspects of police work. It had been an especially tough week where things went wrong when they shouldn’t have and things didn’t get done when they should have. All in all, he was tired and sore and didn’t want to be bothered for a few days. Flipping through...
I'd first like to say a big thanks to the person that gave me this idea for my story. Although I can't remember their name for the life of me, I have borrowed some ideas and situations from their original. It was from a story I read a while ago. I can't find the story now and if anyone has a clue as to who it was, please let me know so I can give them proper credit. [email protected] This story deals with adult situations and subject matter. If you are not of age, do not...
It is late evening; Eric approaches the hotel room door, key in hand, and opens it into a lit room with Shelly passed out on the bed. An empty bottle of wine and a glass are on the night stand; Shelly is half under the covers with her legs sticking out and her shod feet hanging over the edge of the bed.“Holy fuck!” Eric says under his breathEric ducks back out of the room, closing the door gently, and retrieves his cell fone from his pocket. He dials Jim on the phone and says, in hushed...
JakeWe were having some bagels and coffee for breakfast. Margaret gave me the phone and reminded me she would be listening in on the speaker. I let the phone ring once then hung up then again and the last time let it ring properly.“Yep.”“Eric, it's Jake. I need to see you urgently.”“Ok, usual place in an hour.”“'K, but I will have a companion with me. It’s important.”“Best make it at your usual hotel then.”Eric was big on keeping his place secret. It had taken me a few months before he...
BDSMEric: Agent of Allies An Axis and Allies Story by Chrissy and Caleb Jones Part One: Somewhere in the Atlantic... by Chrissy Eric sat at the main ops of the Allies base somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic. It was a quiet day and he had spent it going through some reports whilst listening to serene classical music. He thought back to those few months ago when Chrissy, his 1st Officer had left on extended holiday. He wished she would return. Then she could fill out these...
Eric and I had worked for the same company for 10 years and hadsurvived several retrenchments, down-sizings, and reductions in force,probably because we were very good at our jobs. Company politics beingwhat they were, only our competence kept us employed, because we weren'tattached to any of the power cliques that seemed to determine companypolicy. In short, we were too low on the totem pole to be chummy with theexecutives who decided the future of the company. We were both field...
Author unknown.One by one, these c***dren from the ward were taken to the bathroom for a bath in the order they were being operated on and really thick nappies applied so that their legs were spread apart like a frog from the thicknesses between their legs. While they were in the bathroom, their beds were made with clean sheets so that they were clean for theatre. The c***dren came back on the trolley without gowns on and were placed in bed and covered up. It was Eric's turn to be taken into...
Introduction: Incest fun between a brother and sister Lynn and Eric My best friend, Eric, had a sister, Lynn, with whom he had incest. They played a game called Get Your Rocks Off whereas she would lie beside him and they would mutually masturbate each other until orgasm. Of course, being a young girl, she wasnt able to have a real one, and my friend hadnt been producing sperm at the time, so it was just to make each other feel good. Well, as time progressed, the siblings became more daring...
Eric took a sip of the hot tea from the mug that he held. His handswrapped around them as though the warmth seeping through the ceramic would drive away the slight chill and damp drifting in the open window of his home office, on the second floor of the house. The late-August rainstorm had been soaking the earth since the late morning but instead of the smell of the earth and of new growth that he had so enjoyed earlier in the year, now the rains brought the smell of autumn and of leaves...
ToysChapter 3 – Eric wants to mount me…..Between the alcohol and my orgasm, I drifted off to sleep quickly as Eric cuddled with me, and spooned me from behind. I must admit, I enjoyed having his naked form next to me in my bed. I particularly liked his firm erection pressing into my backside as he nuzzled me and cuddled with me.I was amazed that he remained firm, even after cumming in such a large quantity. I could still taste the faint semen residual in my mouth. I liked the reminder that my son’s...
IncestMy best friend, Eric, had a sister, Lynn, with whom he had incest. They played a game called “Get Your Rocks Off” whereas she would lie beside him and they would mutually masturbate each other until orgasm. Of course, being a young girl, she wasn’t able to have a real one, and my friend hadn’t been producing sperm at the time, so it was just to make each other feel good. Well, as time progressed, the siblings became more daring and he was beginning to produce semen. He got to where he was...
This story is a continuation of, "Sharing my Wife: An Evening with Ginger and Eric" We didn’t get a chance to see Eric and Ginger over the next couple weeks, but whenever we made love, we still fantasized, pretending we were with them. We were both hot for this other couple. Michelle didn’t ever expect to ever be able to carry it any further than we had at dinner, but I had other ideas if Ginger was still willing. Michelle’s fantasizing and my anticipation made for some very hot lovemaking...
Wife LoversHaving had some bagels and coffee for breakfast. Margaret gave me the phone and reminded me she would be listening in on the speaker in case I had any funny ideas. I let the phone ring once then hung up then again and the last time let it ring properly.“Yep!”“Eric its Jake I need to see you urgently!”“Ok, usual place in an hour.”“K, but I will have company with me it’s important!”“Best make it at your usual hotel then!”Eric was big on keeping his place secret, it had taken me a few months...
I have an interview today, I'm dressed in this nice business suit: navy blue blazer with a white spaghetti string top underneath with a very lacey push up bra to show some cleavage, a navy blue skirt that sits justs about 3 inches above my knee, I'm tan enuf that I don't need to wear hose, so I pick out my navy blue pumps. I get my resume in order and my portfolio of offices that I have redecorated.Once I get to the downtown building, I'm boarding the elevator to go to the 10th floor. I'm...
A bonfire was to be held in the grounds of the building during the winter, in celebration of a Norse God, probably long forgotten by humans. Impervious to the cold and frosty weather, a mass of us sat on the ground near the fire, close to the lake that had long since frosted over. There was music playing and the smell of spiced apple in the air, a scent that brought about the kind of excitement that only Christmas seems to bring. Eric and I had chosen our seats under a leaning oak tree, away...
Introduction: Okay… so its my first story, please dont judge too harshly. Its about a new vampire, Daniel, who has been sent to a safe house for humans and vampires called The Den just until he can gain control of himself. There he meets Eric… okay, so I hope you like it. Sorry about any spelling mistakes. Depending on how this one goes and if I have time I might write more (: I had lost track of time. I knew it was the early hours of the morning, that much I knew, but it had been hours, maybe...
I hadn't been a vampire for long, two or three years maybe, and my thirst or lust was not yet under complete control, nor were my impulsive actions, which could often lead to disputes among the older ones. As a result of my lack of control I had been placed here by the Elders Council, a group of vampires who were almost classed a royalty. It was the Elders who had thrown me in here, a nightclub run by vampires, and I was to stay here until I had gained control. To some it was a place to come...