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When Obama’s orgasm had finally died down he pulled himself out of Mitt and said:
“You’re going to come here, every month, of every year, from now on.”
Mitt only nodded in agreement.
“Perhaps You’ll be allowed to have an orgasm too… Next time.”
-“I… I h-hope so… Mr. President.”
“Mitt, please, call me Barrack.” Obama gave Mitt a quick wink.

Mitt gave Obama a confused look. He pulled up his underwear and pants. His pants had been torn slightly. He didn’t even dare to clean the cum out of his arse.
“Now off with you” Obama said, “Move! I’m done with you”

Obama was highly satisfied with how the evening had turned out. His ego was safe for now, noone would oppose him for a while, but there was always the future, and there would be stronger men going against his will in the future. He could only hope that they’d all turn out to be as submissive as Romney had been. But he had set the boundaries in their ‘relationship’. And that was enough for now.

The end…. For now.

That shameful look did it to Obama. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had never been hornier in his life, then he was now. He ripped down his pants and underwear, punched Mitt Romney again, and yelled: “TURN AROUND YOU REPUBLICAN BITCH!” Mitt turned around, and without being asked to, he collapsed onto his knees and leaned on his hands. Obama didn’t hesitate, he put his dick against Mitt’s asshole, and pushed it in. “Republican bitches don’t deserve gentle fucking” Obama said. He started pumping with all his might. Mitt yelled out in agony, but that just made it so much better. “Who’s a republican bitch, heh? Who’s a Republican Bitch?!” -” I..I…I AMMMM!!” Mitt responded, clearly in more pain than he had ever been in his life. On the contrary, Obama had never felt better in his life. The rush itself was almost enough to bring him to orgasm. Obama didn’t prolong the sex any longer than it had to. This wasn’t like sex with women, he was fucking Mitt Romney, and he didn’t deserve a long fucking. “I’m gonna cum in your fucking arse!” Obama said. Mitt responded with a slight moan of despair, this was clearly not what he had wanted out of this date. Mitt’s complaining noise was enough to bring Obama to climax. He shot his load in Mitt’s asshole without any regrets. He could feel wave after wave shooting out of his penis into Mitt’s butt.

-“Yes Mr. President!”
Mitt clumsily got up, nothing of him resembled the witty, back-talking politician he had been earlier. He was reduced to a fucking object in a suit. As soon as he stood, shaking on his feet in fright and excitement, Obama pulled his pants down roughly, not paying any mind to the expensive pants that Romney wore. This was it, Obama thought, nothing is going to stop me now. Obama thought. And he pulled down Mitt’s white boxer briefs. This was what pleased Obama above all things that had happened so far: Mitt Romney’s penis, in fully erect state, could not be any longer than 5” at most.
“Not such a big mouth now that you’re standing naked in my office, especially with that tiny dick of yours.”

“Obama, I’ve been wanti-” Mitt started, but he couldn’t even finish because Obama punched him again.
-“From now on you don’t adress me as Obama, or Barrack, or anything but ‘Mr. President’ Is that clear?”
“Yes Oba-” Obama raised his fist “-Eeehrr, Mr. President”

Adrenaline and excitement rushed through Obama’s body, he had never, ever treated anyone like this before. None of his female sex partners would have allowed it. But Obama could see it in Mitt’s eyes: he liked it. He wánted to be inferior to Obama.”

Obama reached down the pants of Mitt’s suit.
Oh god, the suit…. The suit turned him on. He, President Obama was about to make love to Mitt Romney.
Obama tried to pull the pants down off Mitt’s body. This was harder said than done because he was still laying on the ground.
“GET UP” President Obama yelled.

Obama’s heart jumped. So these feelings weren’t just imagination, there had been a spark at that dinner indeed. But as soon as the feeling kicked in he realized: Once again Mitt had been the one to take the first step. Fury built up inside Obama, and he punched Mitt, right on the nose. Mitt fell down to the ground. For a few seconds, Mitt sat there, baffled. But just as he was about to open his mouth Obama jumped him and kissed him full on the mouth. Obama’s heart seemed to explode with the passion, The heat, the excitement, the wrongness of it, the dominance he just established over Mitt. It was all so overwhelming. The kiss seemed to last an eternity, the first few seconds were tense but Mitt soon settled down and laid on the ground getting into the moment. Obama kept their passionate kiss going, making sure to keep establishing dominance. Then Obama decided that he had nothing to lose anymore. The passion took him over completely. He was going to fuck Mitt Romney, Mitt Romney of the republican party. No matter what his wife, his children the media, or anyone else would think of it, he didn’t even care if Mitt himself wanted it.

Obama could feel his face redden. Am I going to let him talk to me like that? He thought.

“Well I’ve also heard people talk more polite to their President, Mitt.”

Obama put a challenging emphasation on the “Mitt” part. He was dominant over him and he was going to show it.

“Obama, why am I here?”
-“You called, why áre you here?”
“Well you seemed quite eager to invite me over yourself”

Shit shit shit! Have I been that obvious? Obama thought to himself.

“Eager? What do you mean eager? I haven’t been more or less eager than I would have been for any political date”

Obama could punch himself in the face. Could he have been any more defensive with that statement? And the usage of the word date was also stupid.

“Okay Obama, I’m going to lay my cards on the table. I…. I like you. I know I shouldn’t, I know it’s wrong, I know of all the consequences this may bring. But eversince our dinner last week, heck even before that, I’ve had feelings for you. So we can keep beating around the bush like we have until now, or we could just be honest with our feelings.”