Chapter Text
CHAPTER ONE!!!
Pov: Charlie Kirk
“Erika, I’m home...” I murmured out into the cold, vast abyss of emptiness that was my gigantic mansion. I sigh, and peel off my prized 625$ Air Jordan 1 Retro High OG "Chicago Lost and Found" sneakers. I wasn’t expecting anything in response from my bitchy wife, whom is very annoying.
What I DID expect, nonetheless was for her to be cooking me a nice hot homecooked dinner like the good housewife she's SUPPOSED to be. Seems she had other plans; as she's currently passed out drunk on the floor. Tsk, like jeez I GET that you’re depressed but ,like, that's HER fault because of her period or whatever.
“Women are SO dramatic!” I grunt and begin stomping towards the living room like a fat overgrown baby, my feet felt heavy from all the big boy debating work I did today. I don't bother to maneuver around my ‘wife’ so I just walk on her hair, she doesn't move this time which is odd because usually when I do stuff like that she cries or makes some sorta annoying female sound.
Though-I could care less about her. I don’t even think I'm attracted to females anyways (if that wasn’t already abundantly clear)
And so, seeking the little comfort that resided in my massive house, I belly flop onto my sad grey-blue leather couch that smells like old people and feet
I crash onto the distasteful sofa. The sudden impact to my fat belly made my pouch of fat wobble and jiggle like jelly. the smelly leather was sticking to my hairy, sweaty limbs. The sensation felt almost as if the couch was hugging me-well...in a way,
maybe that’s just what I wanted to believe.
That SOMETHING...loved me.
What I mean by all this is...Recently, I've been coming home SUPER horny because of my rut, and because my wife is a useless slag I must find other things to get off to.
I don’t mind though~ My favorite thing to jerk off to is...D-Donald trump!
THERE!.... I said it....
Gosh, at the start it felt so sinful...so evil...but now jerking my shit to his orange face has become a part of my daily routine! So much that I think I might be addicted to it...
The absolute worst part about my newfound ‘trump gooning addiction’ is; how phenomenal it feels. I swear I come back to front six or seven times in a row over him and he’s not even an omega.
God, trump makes my alpha instincts go feral~.
I decide I don't have the energy to get up from the couch to go to my beg so I curl up into a cute wittle ball and fall asleep, sucking my FAT thumb as I drift off to sleepy land
(in sleepy land)
My dick is the size of a fire hydrant and has the squirt range of one too.
I am facing a set of circus games but instead of having a clown where you throw the balls into its mouth...
Its TRUMP and I must empty my balls into his mouth!
The dream-unfortunately doesn't last very long because I am awoken by my BITCH wife nagging me about how she ‘hasn't eaten in days’ and that I should give her permission to use the bathroom because she's about to piss.
“Let it run gold...” *I growl, using my alpha voice to command her to do so. Now she HAS to pee. That's what she deserves after all, as she interrupted my glorious dream about me nutting in my secret crushes mouth. (or mouths depending on how you look at it I guess.)