The Dictator Visits DC: A West Indies NSFW Story

	1: Prelude ~

	A cold wind whipped through the capital as Yoro stepped off the private jet onto the tarmac ramp. It was late-January, and the US was hosting an international peace coalition conference, trying to court smaller nations into official relations, and Yoyomania had been selected as a potential candidate for alliance. Yoro pondered what strategic significance her tiny little part of the world could hold in comparison to the all-encompassing power of America, but she was not going to complain about selection. Her people had been living in substandard housing for years, with no government funds available to upgrade the long run-down structures and housing complexes. If the US wanted to shell out a few million a year in exchange for some kind of quid pro quo, it was an acceptable exchange to her. She loved her people, and wanted to do the best for her nation, no matter the cost.

	Yoro entered the limo that had pulled up on the tarmac, adorned with the flags of her motherland, and it sped off towards her destination, the the Blair House, near Dupont Circle. She was excited to stay in such luxurious accommodations, albeit only for a few days. She shuffled through the binder of paperwork she had brought with her, looking over the speech she had prepared if asked to speak at the conference. She had no official request to do so, but her nerves had got the better of her and she wanted one ready anyway. While re-reading the document, the secret service agent accompanying her in the limo shifted in his seat and cleared his throat, seeming to want to interact with Yoro. She looked up from her papers and could almost tell through his sunglasses he was glancing her way, with a strangely nervous demeanor.

	"Oh s-sorry it was rude of me not to introduce myself, I, uh, I'm Yoro Yoyo of the land of Yoblan, I mean Yoyomanian, what is your name s-sir?" She could feel her heart pounding out of her chest. Yoro was not good when it came to talking to big strong looking men.
	The agent repositioned himself in his seat and exclaimed "O-h ah yes, I'm Alex, your security detail for the weekend. I just wanted to ask you if you had any questions about the procedure for the visit or..."
	Yoro cut him off "Oh d-don't worry I did su-sufficient research before my visit, I should be OK I'll just vibe. Thank you for your concern Dav-, um, Alex." She stammered, trying to steady her shaky, clammy hands.
	"Ok miss, uh, Supreme Leader was it? Well if you need anything at all, I will be at your service."
	"Thanks, y-you too." Fuck fuck fuck fuck why did she say that why why why cant she ever do this right.
	Alex looked at her quizzically, but ignored the nonquitter response and went back to observing the surroundings of the drive as they came closer to their destination. "I hate it here" Yoro thought to herself, as the car pulled up to the regal looking brick building.

	2: A Meeting of the Minds -

	The limo door opened, and Yoro exited the vehicle, followed close behind by Alex. The Blare House looked like a huge imposing white monolith in comparison to Yoro's tiny 4'6" wiery frame. Her nerves were on fire as she walked through the steel garden fence surrounding the building and walked up to the teal green door. The color calmed her for some reason, dancing memories of an old friend, as the door swung open revealing more Secret Service agents standing in the doorway. She was ushered in, and rounding the corner into the foyer she saw someone she was not expecting to meet so soon. Standing in the open area near a fireplace and some couches was a tall gaunt man with grey hair and many wrinkles. His sunken eyes and absent stare into the distance told a million stories at a glance, but were mysterious in their absentness of light. He wore a dark blue suit, adorned with a small American flag pin, well-kept shined shoes and pants that seemed a bit loose on his body. This was the President of the United States, and Yoro had caught his eye as she walked into the room. The wrinkles of his mouth moved in unison with his smile as he noticed her, turning to meet her with an expression like one had just seen an old friend for the first time in a decade.

	"Why look at you squirt, your about the size of a jackrabbit in July" He said extending his hand to shake hers. Yoro had to hold herself back from quipping back and calling him an old bitch for insulting her size, taking his hand for a quick and brisk handshake. His grip was light and she could feel a tremor in his hand, clearly this mans age was catching up to him, and she took solace that she still had her youth in comparison.
	"Hello Mr. President, its wonderful to meet you. For what do I owe the honor of a surprise welcome?"
	"Well little missy, I wanted to see what the badger brought in. You see back in my day when we had new people coming over to the house in Scranton, wed give em the full beeswax treatment to make sure they weren't spouting hoohaa out their yimyappers. The boys would be out in the hard playing stickball and fighting over who has the biggest palm leaf collection, and the girls now they would be too busy thinking about the spring tomyknockers dance to do their proper toe workouts..."
	Yoro was utterly confused at this point by the presidents near incomprehensible ramblings, but tried to follow along with his story as it went. She began to think of how nice a soft bed would be after her long journey as he continued to ramble on, catching bits and pieces as the monologue continued;
	"...And back then you didn't even have a Buffalo Wild Wings, you'd have to hunt down a waitress in the wild, drive the car up along side her and say..."
	"...Special Uncle Skooter, we used to blow cigar smoke up through the cracks in the floorboards, drive him crazy..."
	"...Why the milk would taste so bad. Cause she would bring it to your mom or your aunt, and she would fuck em..."
	"...That's what we'd call hoohaa milk..."
	"...And you I uh I i've nerrrrrr been hard. I don't even wipe my peenis..."

	Yoro checked her pocketwatch and realized it had been 25 minutes of nonstop rambling. The timewarp was real. Just as she thought there was no end in sight, a voice spoke up behind her; "Um Mr. President? I think your 4PM meeting with the corn lobby is coming up, and Ms. Yoyo is probably tired from her flight." Alex chimed in. "What a lifesaver" Yoro though, as the Presidents face warped from a moment of confusion, as if he had forgotten where he was, quickly back into a malaise of perpetual contentment. "Why you know what sport your right, thanks for reminding me. Ill be seeing you latter little missy, and we will talk turkey about those nuclear missiles being stationed in your borders."
	Before Yoro could even process what was said, the President had circled around behind her on his way tot he door. She suddenly felt a pair of hands on her shoulders, and he leaned in as if to sniff her, when the sound of a throat clearing very audibly rang out through the room. The hands disappeared as quickly as they had appeared, and suddenly the President was briskly exiting the townhouse, on his way to do god knows what god knows where.

	"Sorry about all that, he can be a bit, uh, abrasive at times" Alex said, as Yoro turned around to face him.
	"Thanks for the save dood, I really appreciate it, that guy is indeed a real weirdo" Yoro felt more comfortable with Alex at this point. A moment of mutual bonding had occurred.
	"I'll let you go upstairs and freshen up if you want, and can run out and get you whatever you want for dinner while you do. Ill give you my cell number too so you can get in contact with me whenever you need anything during your stay"
	"Thanks Alex, your the man. Ill take one of your American cheeseburgers from "The Five Guys" if you could find one" Yoro began to ascend the stairs, and then paused, "Also, are there any good bars around here? I wanna knock down a few, calm the nerves and all"
	"Off The Record is a really nice one just around the corner. Ill take you over there once I get back"
	"Thanks man, its a deal" Yoro bounded up the stairs, ready for a good shower and to change into some traditional American "tee shirts" and "short shorts" for a night on the town.

	3. A Chance Encounter

	Yoro stretched as she walked down the staircase. It was now 7pm, the sun had set, and there was no sign of Alex still, an hour after he had left to go pick them up food. She checked her phone, and noticed a text from him;
	"Sorry, incident around the corner, probably nothing but will be back latter, have to respond"
	Yoro furrowed her brow and let out an impassioned nyyyyaaaahhhhh of disgust. She hadn't eaten in what felt like ages, and wanted to get her drink on. A realization then hit her: She can just go to the bar herself! Its only a 10 minute walk, and Alex wont know the difference if she runs over there, has a few drinks, munches on a little bit of traditional American "Bar Food" and gets back before he even notices. She had made her mind up, she was getting blasted and nothing in the world could stop her.

	The walk to the bar was a breeze, and now Yoro entered a luxurious looking cocktail room adorned with red velvet curtains and matching furniture. This was true luxury unlike anything she had back in Yoyomania, a simple bar bit it felt fit for any king or queen. She slid up to the bar, took a seat in a big red and brown barstool with a lack of arm rests, and motioned to the female bartender to make an order.
	"Ill have one of what you Americans call a "trash can" please miss"
	The bartender nodded, and began mixing Yoro's drink with a quick complexity that amazed her. It was a quiet night in the bar, not many patrons around, but one person caught her eye on the other side of the bartop. A tall man, strong features, wearing a brown coat that covered part of his face from the side. He looked to have scruffy facial hair, and be in good shape from the perspective she had. the bartender brought her the drink as she was fantasizing about talking to a hunk of a man like that, chatting up and carrying on like it was nothing, being able to beat her debilitating nervousness away in the desire for a nice piece of ass. She sipped away at her Trash Can while glancing over at the mysterious stranger, and by the time she had realized it in her daydreaming state she had downed the entire drink, on an empty stomach no less.

	Her vision was a little blurry, but the sudden liquid confidence screamed at her to go for it, talk to the cute guy for once, live a little Yoro! What's the worst that could happen! She sauntered her small frame across the bar towards the stranger, feeling progressively drunker by the second, and then suddenly...

														  *POP*

	It was like her memory dissipated. All she knew was that she was now in what looked to be a motel room, and a large, muscular, attractive man was on top of her half-undressed body. And she could recognize this mans face. She knew who this was.

													It was Ryan Gosling.

	4. An Unforgettable Night -

		Yoro was afraid of this lack of memory, but also enthralled by the scenario playing out in front of her eyes. She was in bed with Hollywood Actor Ryan Gosling, and his rippled chest was heaving just above her tiny body. The sight was like a dream, and her eyes were transfixed on his, a kind of unknowable power driving her deeper and deeper into lust as she stared into them. Yoro reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, exposing her petite breasts and perked, hard nipples. Ryan ran his fingers through her hair, rubbing her head and eliciting a moan of pure ecstasy from Yoro. She never realized headpats could be this sensual.

	He lowered his head and began kissing her on the nape of the neck, moving downwards towards her breasts. He licked her erect nipples', and was rewarded with another shiver of pleasure from Yoro, who could barley make an audible noise from the shock of this dream-like situation. He continued downward until he reached her bellybutton, and lightly began tugging her shorts and underwear off. Once clear, and her well-trimmed vagina was exposed, he began kissing the inside of her legs, descending further until he reached her opening. With a delicate motion his tongue ran across her labia and up to her clitoris, playing with the bead in a quick flicking fashion. Yoro felt like she could let herself cum just from that alone, but held herself back as wave after wave of pleasure lit her brain on fire. Panting and moaning, she clawed at the bed covers for something to grip, barely able to keep herself still with the torrent of delight washing over her.

	Suddenly her body began to uncontrollably tense up, and her back arched. Waves of rapture ushered themselves over her senses as she came harder than she ever had in her life. Her body went limp as she panted in contentment. Thinking it was over. It was nowhere near over. Ryan lifted himself up, and began sliding off his underwear, exposing his amazingly thick, well-endowed cock. "Th--that's a nice shlong" is all that Yoro was able to muster through her panting as he raised his erect manhood towards her delicate, soaking slit. he slowly slid himself inside her, and at first the feeling of fullness made her mind go completely blank, followed by racking convulsions. He had inserted himself completely raw, and the insertion alone had made her cum. Yoro had locked her legs around his back at this point, and was panting heavily in his ear.

	"Keep going" She moaned, "Fuck me up good." Ryan obliged and started repeatedly plunging himself in and out of Yoro's tight wet womanhood. She clawed at his back as he penetrated her repeatedly, moans of pleasure tuning into near screams of pleasure. Suddenly, at an apex, when she thought she couldn't possibly feel any more full and alive, she notices something about Ryan's mouth. His canines were not normal sized, they were long and protruding, almost like...

	Yoro looked up into Ryan's eyes, and instantly realized what was occurring. His eyes had a blood red tint to them, and she could see eternity in those eyes. He leaned in, and while still fucking her raw, bit into Yoro's neck with his sharpened teeth. She felt a sting, but instantly felt even more wracking pleasure as he sucked the blood from her neck. His cock slid inside her while blood leaked and dribbled into the white sheets of the hotel bed, Yoro's eyes rolling into the back of her skull in pure, unadulterated bliss. Her vaginal walls closed around his cock, and while she was having her lifeforce sucked from her, she vibrated and orgasmed repeatedly. She felt a pulsating feeling within her as well during this, as Ryan poured his semen directly into her womb. She would bare his unholy seed, and that thought was the last thing she remembered as she drifted into what felt like an ephemeral sleep.


	4. Epilogue -

	Yoro awoke with a start. She was in the bed of her lodging at the presidents guesthouse, and felt very hung-over. Her hand quickly shot up to her neck, but she could feel no spots of impact or holes on it. She was still wearing her underwear, and soaking wet to the touch, but otherwise felt completely fine. Had that all been a dream? Had Alex found her passed-out at the bar, and taken her home to sleep off a bad night of drinking? It all felt so real to her though, how could that be? The man, the hotel room, the bite....

	Yoro looked to the side table, and her heart stopped in her chest when she saw a small note sitting on it, with her name written on the top. She unraveled the letter, and read it aloud to herself:


	"Had a great time, but decided not to go all the way. Hope you understand babydoll.
		Have a safe rest of your visit, and try not to get too caught up by handsome men next runaround

		- Your pal, Ryan"

~~FIN~~