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Chapter 5 by mrdarcydoms mrdarcydoms

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Ivanka

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"Now, Ivanka. Stand up." The blonde, imperious bitch stands. She still has a face of defiance, however.

"If I must stay, I will," she offers no argument against staying, it seems. She was a power grabber. Just like her creep of a husband, and the rest of her family. Seeing no merit in anything at all, save the acquisition of position and wealth, "but I ask you to leave my family where they are. So they can continue to serve the American pe..."

"Pshhht, come now, Ivanka, dear," you say, "we both know what you're about to say is a lie. I will leave your family as stewards of the USA, but it is due to no other reason than I deem it necessary. Your father's fanatical followers will cause me a little upset, should I remove you, and for the time being, you serve my purpose well. But under no assumption will you ever lie to me again. You and your ilk serve no one but yourself. You are attention seekers, power-grabbers, gold-diggers and your only worth is that you are empty, vacuous, self-centered, former reality TV stars. Now. Come here and stand before me."

She is stunned by your calm, controlled outburst, and finds herself meekly approaching you. She stands before you, her tits bulging from her white dress. She gulps.

"Now. Each of you will kneel before me, in turn." Donald Trump begins to balk at this. His orange face turning a deep shade of puce as he begins to argue, but you cut over his empty, moronic blathering calmly, "if you do not, I will kill you. Not your family, just you. You care for none of them. I will make you suffer, and kill you slowly."

He shuts his rosebud of a mouth quickly, but you can see him seething.

"Now, Ivanka dear. Your father has now begun a demonstration into what will happen should he question any directive I give him, or go off-script ever again. When he fucks up, you get the, rather long, end of the stick. Kneel."

Ivanka makes to argue, but kneels before you. She looks up, defiant.

"Undo my trousers, and suck my cock. Here, in front of your family. God knows, your father will probably enjoy the sight a little too much. Hop to it." She looks one last time over at her father, who looks as if his stupid face is going to implode from the situation, before leaning in towards your crotch. Her slender hands reach up, and undo your belt, before she, with a disgusted look on her face, pulls your underwear down. She, and Melania, let out a surprised gasp, and 'The Don' goes motionless, at the sight of your prick as it flops out, and almost swats the blonde beauty kneeling before you in the face.

Measuring a grand 12", your semi-erect penis begins to harden further, and Ivanka's hand automatically reaches for it. The effects of your advanced pheromones kicking in. Her warm fingers grasp around the base, whilst her other hand slowly caresses the length of it.

"God..." she whispers, involuntarily.

"Go on girl." You place a hand on her cheek and she makes eye contact as her head bobs towards your prick. As her full lips engulf your cock, you look over at the President of the United States and smile. The warmth of her mouth is exquisite, and her 'fuck me' lips are like velvet along your length.

"Now Don, if you play by the book, and do exactly as I say - and when I say that, I mean you don't fuck up like you always end up doing when that shit-hole of a mouth opens - I will not only provide for Ivanka, but I will put her in a position of great power, and great wealth. All she needs to do is enjoy herself here. With the wealth of the world at her disposal. All you have to do is try not to be a man-baby for the rest of the life you have left. Judging by the state of you, that won't be too long."

Ivanka is a natural cock-sucker. And moans about your dick. She has around a third of it's length in her mouth, when you stop her and bring her up to stand in front of you.

She looks at you quizzically as you lean in and plant a deep, lingering kiss on her lips. She moans.

"I must admit," you say, breaking contact, "I'm truly impressed. Now, shall we show your father a snippet of what you'll be enjoying whilst here?"

Breathlessly, she nods, mesmerized.

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