Yes, We Came!

After Mitt Romney wins the 2012 Presidential election, Michelle Obama shares a steamy evening with husband Barack Obama. Later that night, however, she's kidnapped, thrusting her into a world she never knew existed. Her life is turned upside down as the sultry side of the GOP rears it's ugly head. She hopes and prays for Barack to save her from their clutches . . . but does he? You'll have to read to find out! Warning! This 4,800 word story contains Presidential poundings, hot governmental threesomes, and kinky anal action.

Excerpt!


"God damnit, Michelle," Barry said, getting into bed, his elephantine member plainly visible under the cloth of his pajamas. "You always know how to make a man feel better about himself."
Passionately embracing, I found myself marveling at how excellent a kisser Barry was. He always proved himself to be top notch in the bedroom. Whether it be oral, anal, or just heavy petting, Barack Obama was a true sex machine.
Barry gently caressed my breasts as I started to stroke his growing member. It’s no secret that he has a big dick, but I don't think many people understand just how big it is. Frankly, it's huge. I've done a lot of research on the topic, and it would appear that Barack has the second biggest Presidential penis of all time, second only to Chester A. Arthur.
"Oh, Barry!" I said as he kissed my neck. He always knew just where to touch to get me going. I continued to slowly stroke him, his cock growing bigger and bigger by the second.
I began to slowly make my way down to his dick, giving slow, soft kisses on his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair, moaning from the pleasure that I was giving him.
"Michelle," Barack said through his moans. "Stimulate my package, baby!"