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Donald Trump x Elon Musk

Summary:

Elon needs to be in the White House... to what lengths will he go?

I'm very sorry for this.

Chapter 1

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Trump sat at his desk, hunching over more paperwork. There always seemed to be more these days. Banning pronouns, Mexico, and Democracts; being the President was exhausting!

Suddenly he felt hands rubbing his shoulders.

"Hey Daddy~ need a break from the work?"

Trump jolted out of his work, spinning around to see Elon grinning.

How had they got here? When had the friendship turned into lust?

4 MONTHS AGO

Elon took a deep breath outside Trump's office. Everything he had was riding on this.

He eased open the door and gingerly stepped in.

"Hey Donny~" he murmured.

Trump turned around in his chair.

"Can we talk?" Elon asked. There was no response. He went on.

"I was thinking... when you're inaugurated, can I- um..."

"Spit it out."

"I need a spot in the White House, I need more recognition. These Cybertrucks, beautiful as they are, aren't selling enough."

Elon could see Trump's eyes widen.

"Elon, that's a big responsibility. And there aren't many spots... I'll need a large compensation."

"I'll do anything~" Elon said.

"Anything?"

Trump smiled slowly.

"Sit down."

Elon nervously sat in the chair across from Donald. He squirmed a bit, knowing what Trump's meaning behind his words was.

"If you're in the White House, you need to do everything I say."

"Yes Don--"

"It's sir to you."

"Yes sir."

At this, Trump smirked and gestured for Elon to come by him.

"Kneel."

Elon's heart rate doubled. He got on his knees in front of Trump and started to unzip his trousers.

"You know what to do, whore." Donald said and leaned back.

Now Elon had Trump's dick out and in his hands, hard already. Musk slowly kissed along the sides, making his way to the tip and taking it his mouth.

"Fuck yes~ keep going," Donald moaned, grabbing Elon's head and fucking his throat.

Elon looked up at him, eyes watering, and whimpered.

"Fuck," Donald said. "Get up."

Elon reluctantly stood up.

"Strip."

He did so.

Donald spun him around, bending him over the desk. Elon gasped.

With no warning, Trump entered him in one hard thrust.

"Aah~ Daddy~" Elon moaned.

The papers were falling to the floor but Donald didn't care. Elon's tight hole was the only thing that mattered.

Soon, Trump was feeling close.

"I'm going to cum," he growled.

"Inside~ please, sir~"

A few more thrusts and they both cried out in pleasure.

Donald pulled out.

"Alright, we'll get you in the White House."

Chapter 2: Chapter 2 - Maid Dress

Summary:

Chapter 2! Requests open for TrumpxElon <3

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Elon rolled over and turned off his alarm. He stretched his arms and got out of bed.

He made himself a delicious breakfast of raw oats and melted plastic to fuel him throughout his work day and hopped in his ugly fucking Cybertruck to go to the White House.

When he arrived at his office, he sat down at his desk. He tried to focus on his work, but he couldn't stop thinking about Donald.

He shook his head and tried unsuccessfully to banish Trump from his thoughts, but suddenly, Trump walked in.

"Hey Elon~" Donald said.

"Hi Don-- I mean Sir."

"Good boy. Now come over here," Trump said.

Elon gingerly walked over to the door where Trump stood. He noticed Trump was holding something behind his back.

"I want you to put this on." Donald handed a bag to Elon. He eagerly opened it to find a maid dress.

He immediately blushed. "Sir... I-"

"Remember, you work for me, kitten. Now change into it."

Elon reluctantly shed his formal suit. Trump's eyes lingered across his body. Elon shyly slipped into the dress.

"How do I look, sir?"

Trump, licking his lips, responded, "Don't forget these."

He gave Elon a pair of stockings, heels, and cat ears.

"S-sir--"

"I can fire you at any time. You need this, don't you? I know you're too much of a whore to really be shy. You do everything I say."

Elon was too embarassed to do anything other than comply.

Trump smiled at the sight of Elon, in a frilly maid dress in heels. He gestured for him to follow him.

They arrived at Trump's office. "Now, you clean my office. Once this room is spotless, I will fuck you so hard you won't be able to come into work tomorrow, but I'll make you anyway, so I can do it again."

"Yes Sir." Elon flushed but couldn't help getting aroused at Trump's confidence. He picked up the feather duster and got to work.

After a torturous hour of dusting and tidying, Elon said, "It's clean, sir."

Trump got up, took one look around, and said, "Not quite. Start scrubbing the floor."

Elon felt his stomach drop. He was so horny, he didn't think he could do anything more. But he knew he couldn't argue, so he took a sponge and started cleaning the floor.

Trump stood, watching him, until he couldn't anymore. Elon's ass jiggling while he cleaned the floors was too much.

Trump picked Elon up and threw him on the couch, eliciting a surprised whimper. Trump positioned himself behind Elon and started to slowly enter him.

Donald's tip was inside Elon's tight hole, and it was bliss for Elon, but he needed more.

"Please, please, Daddy~ fuck me~" he moaned. Trump obliged, burying himself in Elon's ass and pulling out slowly.

"Fuck yes, you're such a good slut for Daddy," Donald breathed into Elon's ear, making him shiver.

Soon, the pent-up energy from both of them was close to its release.

"Daddy, please let me cum~" Elon whimpered.

"Cum with me, 3, 2, 1,"

And Trump shot his seed into Elon's ass, filling him up. Elon came and fell forward.

Trump stood up and said, "See you tomorrow, slut."

Chapter 3: Chapter 3 - Eggs

Summary:

Trump has a sexy, non-vegan idea.

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Elon sat at home, thinking about Donald. Suddenly, his phone rang. Wow, it was Donald.

"Y-yes?" Elon answered.

"Hey baby. Can I come over? I need a little fun tonight~" Trump said.

"Sure, sir," Elon said.

"Great, I'll be over in 10." Trump hung up and Elon jumped up to put a nice shirt on and find some wine.

By the time he tidied his house and freshened up, the doorbell rang. He went to answer it.

He opened the door to see Donald standing there with a grin on his face and a bag in his hands.

"Hey baby girl~ I've got something in mind for tonight."

Elon blushed. Peeking inside the bag, he saw a carton of eggs and a skimpy pair of lingerie.

Confused he looked up at Donald.

"W-what--"

"Heh... well, with all this avian flu and the rising prices of eggs, I figured it would be fun to put them to... a different use."

Elon tilted his head.

"Still don't get it? I want to fuck you, using eggs as lube."

The crudeness of Trump's words made Elon jolt, but he couldn't help but get hard.

Frozen with lust, Elon remained shocked in the doorway while Trump slid past and sat on the couch.

"Come in baby, you're letting the cold air in. Put these on."

Elon gingerly stepped over and took the lacy bralette and panties from Trump.

He shyly slipped off his carefully planned outfit and into the lingerie.

Trump's eyes wandered up and down Elon's body. He smirked.

Elon got on his knees, reaching to take off Trump belt. After pulling his trousers down, Elon started to suck Trump's cock, swirling his tongue around the tip.

Soon Trump tired of the teasing and thrust into Elon's mouth, filling his throat. He pulled out, breaking the string of saliva that connected his dick and Elon's moist lips.

"Strip for me babygirl."

Elon stood up to take off his lingerie. As soon as he did, Trump grabbed him and positioned his tip right on Elon's hole.

"W-wait, sir... the eggs~" Elon moaned.

Trump roughly threw Elon aside and went to fetch the eggs from the fridge. He sat down again.

Holding the cold egg in his hand, and rolling it around, Trump crushed it over his cock, whimpering as the yolk dripped on him.

Elon greedily slurped it up, but Donald turned him around.

"Let me prep you, babygirl~"

Trump cracked another egg on Elon's ass. He moaned at the cold. Trump thrusted three fingers inside. After Elon was ready, Trump turned him around and positioned him, again, over his dick.

The slick egg whites assisted Trump's entry in Elon's tight hole. They both moaned as Donald pulled out and thrusted back in.

Soon, his thrusts sped up, and Elon was a moaning mess.

"Sir- I-I'm close~"

"Cum with me babygirl."

They moaned simultaneously. Their cum mixed with the eggs. Trump slid out.

"Now lick it up."

Elon did so, keeping eye contact with Trump all the while. Trump smiled at him, with kindness in his eyes.

They lay down, cuddling.

"Babygirl, are you awake?"

Elon hummed affirmatively.

"I love you Donald."

"I love you too, Elon."

Chapter 4: not a real chapter

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Hi guys. I don't have motivation to write more because of the very real, fucked-up state of the U.S. government.

Stay safe out there guys, call your representatives

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