PLEASE NOTE: All events involving characters in this piece of work are purely fictional (unfortunately). In addition, all characters are over the AGE OF 18. Enjoy.
-RS
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"Wake up shithead, you're on in five."
You come to with the blinding light of lamps hanging above a dresser mirror. 'Where the fuck am I? Am I dreaming?' You wonder. You look around and see that you are in some sort of stage dressing room. You feel a tug on your head, as someone is combing your hair. Before you have time to react, another hand with a brush pummels your face full of powder.
"Oh what the fuck," you cry out; trying to wrestle out of the chair. But someone holds you back.
"Hey easy there tiger, we need to finish adding your highlights."
"Looking sharp, my man." Someone yells as your chair is swiveled towards the mirror. You take a look at yourself in the glass and make a gasp; you're wearing a sharp business suit and your hair is splashed with grey highlights. 'Jesus! I look like Barack Obama!' You think to yourself. 'What the fuck is going on here?'
"How's my President doing?" An unkept and unshaved overweight man blocks the view in your mirror. He's wearing poindexter glasses and a pretty crude black t-shirt of two naked girls kissing each other. Before you can reply, he interrupts you again; inches from your face.
"Now remember, this scene is called CUMGRESSIONAL BUSINESS. Ha! You see what I did there? You and Sarah Palin are gonna get down and dirty and shit but make sure to talk all political and stuff. I hope you memorized your lines."
Before you mumble a word to react, he grabs you by the shoulder.
"OK, times up, let's go." The director escorts you to the set; a geeky assistant is following him by the hip and won't shut up.
"God dammit Nick! Will you shut the fuck up? I'm the director, not you! He's tall, black and probly hung as a horse. He'll do just fine!" The director turns around to look at me while walking.
"Now remember, homie, don't fucking improvise on me. It's blowjob, titjob, cowgirl and then doggystyle. Cum on her tits or ass. No fucking funny business. You got me?" You nod in approval.
After walking through several hallways, you and the entourage walk into the stage room; the camera and lighting crews are all ready to go.
"Lisa Ann is the fucking queen of porn and she doesn't mess around with amateurs. Just read the teleprompter." You set your eyes to the stage and sure enough sitting at the desk with a cadre of makeup girls fussing about her is the queen of porn herself, Lisa Ann. Holy Shit! You say to yourself. No fucking way this is happening! She was made famous by that Eminem music video cameo and that parody she did during the 2008 election but it looks like she is back for Round 2. And looking better than ever!
Lisa Ann has her hair wrapped back in Sarah Palin's signature bun and is wearing a light blue business suit with matching miniskirt, black stockings and high heels. Her blazer is opened at the hem to show her world famous décolletage, a black lace push up bra and a white silk blouse. You're getting a raging hard on in your pants.
You push it down but something's different. You look down. 'Holy shit!' You say to yourself 'I have a python for a cock.' Sure enough, your tube stick is now down to your pant leg. You have a grin from ear to ear. 'Now I definitely must be fucking dreaming.'
"Alright, people let's get started. We're burning money here! Come here...what's your name?"
"Rod," you answer hesitantly. "Rod Sterling."
"Right. Right. Well Roddy. Meet the lovely Lisa Ann or should I say...Governor Palin."
Lisa Ann smiles half-heartedly and shakes your hand.
"Pleasure." She quips; barely giving you a second glance.
"Alright, you two sit here. Sarah, on the desk please, with your legs crossed." Masterfully, she strikes a seductive pose on the desk, winking at the camera, revealing just enough leg, stocking and garters. She thrusts her bosom towards you. The director positions me adjacent and then rushes off set.
"Ready on the Set. CUMGRESSIONAL BUSINESS. Take 1. And. Action."
"President Obama." Lisa Ann aka Sarah Palin says demandingly; the pornstar instantly locks into character.
"Yes, Governor Palin?"
"My party needs more funding for the big cock healthcare program."
"I am afraid that is out of the question. I have already compromised with your party on the strip club stipend spending."
Lisa Ann pouts.
"But every MILF should have an opportunity to a big hard cock. That is so not fair."
"Well, Governor Palin, maybe we can compromise..."
Before you can finish the sentence, Sarah grabs the collar of your shirt and begins to kiss you passionately. She then lets you go.
"Yes perhaps we can cum to some sort of arrangement, which would be best for both parties?"
You try to pull away but she grabs your crotch with a firm commanding grip and resumes pressing her tongue down your throat. This bitch is not playing games! Sarah forcefully pushes you towards the office chair next to the desk. Grabbing the front of her blazer and blouse, she rips them open with both hands, sending the buttons flying across the office. Shrugging her shoulders, she lets both garments fall to the floor as she walks around behind you; her massive EE breasts bursting from behind that lacy black push up bra.
You start to stand back up, but Sarah grabs your shoulders and slams you back down into the chair. Stepping forward, she goes down on her knees between your legs and begins to unbuckle your pants.
You try to stop her, but she slaps your hands away.
"Let's see what we've got to work with here...," she growls. Loosening your belt and forcefully tugging your pants down around your knees, Sarah repeats the process with your underwear. She grins wickedly at the sight of your massive black cock wobbling back and forth.
"Mmm...now THAT is something I can agree on..." Palin purrs. Reaching up, she takes the bobby pins out of her hair and lets her gorgeous dark brown hair fall to her shoulders. Looking directly at you with her deep brown eyes, she grabs your shaft with her hand and slowly begins to stroke it towards her beautiful tits. You moan as she gently fondles your balls; your cock is so hard at this point it is almost painful.
"You like that don't you Mr. President? Michelle doesn't give you the attention that this big hard cock needs..."
She continues to tug on your prick; slowly increasing rhythm. The lines are comical but her handiwork is taking all the brain capacity you have to not burst in her face. You watch her stare at your cock while she strokes, and then her hungry eyes look at you over the top of her glasses.
"But Milfs like me know what to do with a thing like this...A White conservative little slut like me. Needing it. Mmm..wanting it."
Reaching behind her, Lisa Ann expertly unfastens her bra and lets it fall to the floor; releasing her beautiful firm breasts. The milf of all milfs has kept in good shape over her illustrious career, and her tits show no signs of sagging.
"Come on, Mr. President..." she coos. "Give it to me. Fuck my tits, I want to feel your hot cum on me."
Without hesitation, you squat down slightly before her chest and place your dick between her two ample melons. She dutifully pushes her breasts together with her hands as you slide your massive fuck rod between her massive valley of tit flesh and proceed to fuck her tits.
"Mmm. Yeah, fuck these big titties."
Watching your member slide between the breasts of the most famous modern female politicians while she is talking that dirty is too much to bear. Experienced, she catches on what is about to occur.
