A wet pleasure (1/5)
anonymous
May 15 2010, 21:15:15 UTC
Note: I.. might have overdone the shirt-thing, I hope no one minds =n= Enjoy. ---------------------
Alfred winks at you from across the table as he lift his bottle of water. It’s a sign. He’s making himself ready, filling that bladder of his with as much liquid as possible. You watch in awe as half a litre of water disappear down his throat. His Adam’s apple jumps up with every gulp, and as he accidentally spills some drops from the corners of his mouth, you feel a warmth spreading inside of your stomach. Hopefully your lips will be the wet ones in a short time.
The meeting is too long. You’re getting impatient, and normally you’re very focused on whoever is speaking - even if it’s Alfred, or Gilbert going on about how he killed some ‘n00bs’ in an online game - but your gaze keeps fluttering towards Alfred. The blond teen is resting his head between the palms of his hands, eyes closed and a smug smile resting on his lips. He’s beautiful, you notice, with tanned skin and blonde, messy hair, young strength shining from those sky-blue eyes that he has now opened. You gasp as you wake up from your daydreaming and realises that he’s staring directly at you. Now he parts his lips, curves them upwards and slowly lets his face break into a big, white grin. You snort and look down at your lap, acting interested in the well-being of your nails. But all you’re thinking about is him. Him and all that water in his body. You shudder in delight. You’ll have to excuse yourself soon if the meeting doesn’t end.
Ludwig becomes your saviour. The broad German rises and begs Feliciano to quiet down. “No one cares for your different types of pasta,” he says, and - as always - the Italian breaks down in tears, Ludwig gets flustered and starts stuttering excuses, and Kiku tells everyone to take a break. He’s quickly gone, Yao following him, and soon everyone is but at the table. You look up to catch Alfred, but he has already gotten up and has moved to stand next to you. His hot breath flutters across your ear.
“I feel very… full,” he mumbles, and you wrinkle your brows as if you couldn’t care less. When, to tell the truth, you can’t care about anything but that fact. You turn your head and looks up at him. There’s something about the way he looks at you. He’s been waiting as well. He wants this just as much as you do, and when he gives your shoulder a friendly tug, it’s also a demand for you to pay attention to his needs. “I’ve been drinking all day, Arthur,” he mentions your name, because hearing your name spoken with those pink lips always melts your heart, “just for you.” You nod.
“I’ll come. You go first so it doesn’t look suspicious.” He laughs. There’s no one around to notice, but he’s willing to play your little game of moral. He salutes and bows before hasting out of the meeting room. You take a deep breath. One. Two. Three seconds must be enough. You stumble up from your chair, knocks it over as you almost run towards the door. It’ll probably make the others wonder - why did the careful Englishman leave his chair knocked over? But you don’t care right now.
There’s tons of bathrooms in the building, but you’ve agreed on the one upstairs. It’s hardly ever used, so it’s always clean, and you can be sure no one disturbs you while having some… fun. You chuckle at your own word-choice, oh, you may be old but you’re still witty.
“England!” Francis. Dam-.. Bullocks! The man with hair of light silk smiles at you and waves. He seems to have come out from nowhere. You stop up and smile the best smile you know. But it’s fake. And it’s showing. But it’s not like Francis has ever cared for true feelings. “Can I have a word with you concerning that contract?”
“What contract?” You’re getting impatient just by looking at how slowly the Frenchman is strolling towards you. Hurry, fool, hurry! Your smile becomes a grimace.
A wet pleasure (2/5)
anonymous
May 15 2010, 21:18:11 UTC
“The contract you brought me last week,” Francis explain with a raised brow, “you don’t remember?”
“I remember,” you say hastily and nods, “we… I… We can discuss that when the meeting is over.”
“Why not now?”
“I have to discuss something with someone else…” Francis is not satisfied with the answer. You look away. “With Alfred.” He snorts.
“Oh, I get it.”
“Fuck off.” You hurry past him and up the stairs. It’s not like you could care less about what he thinks that’s going on between the two of you. You’ve been a couple for three months now, everyone knows that, and everyone knows that couples like fucking during breaks. Ivan was the first one to introduce the concept of a quick fuck to the rest of the nations, though he hadn’t been quick enough. They caught him with his dick up Yao’s ass, still on the meeting table. They’d gotten a new table since then, but the picture can’t be erased from your memory no matter how hard you try.
You reach the door. You knock a little melody, again something you’ve agreed. Alfred undoes the lock and lets you in.
“What took you so long? I’ve been waiting.” You sigh and close the door, make sure it’s locked.
“I ran into France, and-” As you turn around, you forget what you were about to say. Alfred isn’t keen on waiting, you know that, but he has already kicked off his pants and underwear - if he was wearing any that is - and is now standing with his soft dick waiting for you. You feel your heartbeat go up. You never get tired of the sight of Alfred’s dick. A thick, long, perfect cock, with bright pubic hair and a pair of beautiful balls hanging heavily from underneath the member. You lick your lips. Alfred laughs.
“Want this?” He takes a hold of his cock, slips his fingers around the base of it to lift it a little. The cockhead is pointing towards you. You feel a loss of words.
“Shut it,” you manage to mumble, but you don’t sound angry, and neither are you upset. Alfred narrows his gaze. He’s ready for the real game.
“Get on your knees.” You do as told, the command in his voice very strong. It’s amazing - you’re older than him, but still you willingly kneel at his feet as if he were superior to you. As you look up at him you realises that he is. He is superior to you. You’re nothing. When you was standing, you was his boyfriend and lover and best friend. But when on your knees you turn into a simple hole. Your mouth belongs to him, and though it is watering with the need of being filled, he can ignore it if he wants to. He’s allowed to, he is in control now, and you have allowed him to be.
“Good,” he mumbles as you takes position in front of him, “good, I am so.. filled. I feel like I am bursting. That we can’t have, now, can we?” You shook your head. It makes a smile take over his lips, but it’s not light-hearted like before, it’s arrogant. “Open your mouth.” You part your lips with a pop, lean back and open your mouth willingly. As far as you can, but he’s not satisfied. Alfred grabs your hair and forces your head more back. It feels like your spine is going to snap, but as he lets go, you stay in the position he has forced you in. You’re not going to move an inch unless he orders you to do so. He grabs his cock again and steps forward, pressing the cockhead to your lips. He sighs. “You’re perfect like this,” he mumbles, “your mouth is all mine, do you know that?” You groan something as an answer. He chuckles and slaps his cock against your cheek. “Yeah, that’s right, you can’t speak. You’re not allowed to. Now-” He slips his cockhead down your cheek back to your mouth, “here’s how we’ll play; I start pissing, and you better swallow it all. If you don’t, I’ll punish you. Do you understand?” You raise your brow and groan again as an answer. “Good.”
Alfred lifts his cock a little and closes his eyes shortly. He’s relaxing himself, and you can hardly wait. The feeling of now knowing when you’ll receive your long awaited piss makes your pants go tight around your own cock. You’re horny, you’ve been it since Alfred started drinking water, but now it’s really getting to you, the situation, the anticipation. You try to force your mouth even more open, but it’s biologically impossible. So you just wait. And now it comes.
A wet pleasure (3/5)
anonymous
May 15 2010, 21:20:13 UTC
Alfred opens his eyes as the piss starts flowing from his cock. He has full control over his stream and directs it directly down into your mouth. It’s hot, so hot, and it quickly fills up your mouth. The smell of urine is strong, your nostrils widen and you take a deep sniff. It’s the smell of man and Alfred. But the taste is even better. It’s salty, slightly bitter, and with a hint of beer. Alfred has not only been drinking water, and it makes you feel giddy to know that he started drinking before the meeting even started, just to be able to please you now.
Your mouth is getting full. You have to swallow soon. But the stream isn’t going to stop, and you can’t swallow with your mouth so widely open, so you close it, making some puss hit your closed lips and spread all over your face. A drop hits your eye and your close them, groaning. Alfred laughs.
“Can’t handle it?” You gasp in return. “Get that mouth open.” You open up again willingly. The piss-stream has gotten more powerful, Alfred’s not holding back. It almost hurts at it hits the back of your throat. But it feels so good. You look up at Alfred, and your gazes lock. He’s so manly. A true world-leader, a dominant human.
Alfred spits. It hits your left brow and starts trailing down your cheek. He grins. “That’s for not drinking it all.” You feel guilt and excitement at the same time. Your mouth will soon be filled again, and you’ll have to close your lips to sink. What will be the next punishment? You try to swallow with your mouth wide open, but you can’t. You gag on the piss and have to look down to take control of your breathing. Alfred doesn’t stop pissing, instead he just covers your hair and back. Your white shirt is getting sticky, you can feel, and it makes your cock throb. You’re so hard, you need relief, so you undo your pants and pulls down your underwear to free your cock. Alfred grunts in disappointment.
“So you have time to please yourself, but not to drink?” You look up. He’s holding back the piss. “I still have some left.” He winks at you. You smile. Your soaking wet already, reeking of urine, but you want more. He slopes his head to the side. “Keep your mouth closed this time, you’ve already spilled a lot. You’ll get punished no matter what.” You want to drink, but you want to please Alfred even more, so you close your mouth while looking up at him. The stream of piss starts again, hitting your face, but it quickly trails down your neck, your chest, wet your shirt, and now, your crotch. You moan as the piss hit your hardening cock. “You can touch yourself, Arthur, come on..” Alfred’s words are sweet, and you grab your cock and start stroking yourself furiously. You’re so hard.
The flow of piss stops. You’re slightly upset by the fact that Alfred’s bladder has a limit, but then he leans down and whispers, “When you’ve come, you’ll get your punishment,” and suddenly it doesn’t really matter. It doesn’t take much to make you cum. Alfred’s looking at you so intensely, and your sitting in a pool of his piss, smelling him, tasting him, and as he sits down on the toilet and says, “Cum,” you do. You curl forward and gasp in air as you’re milking yourself, your orgasm hard and needed. You look down. It’s amazing. Alfred made you cum just by telling you to.
“Come over here.” You don’t have time to recover. Your cock is still twitching slightly sensitive as you crawl your way over to Alfred and seat yourself in front of him between his spread legs. “Suck me off.” You reach out for his cock, but he clucks his tongue and shakes his head. “Only with your mouth, Arthur. Else it is too easy to be a punishment.” You can’t help but snicker.
“You really consider this a punishment to me, Alfred?”
A wet pleasure (4/5)
anonymous
May 15 2010, 21:42:39 UTC
“You’re right, you’re a cock-loving hole. It’s hard to do something you wouldn’t consider a pleasure.” He laughs and you lean in, opening your mouth as you go for his cockhead. But he grabs around his cock and moves it away from your mouth, make you follow it like a hungry child. “Stop.”
You hesitate, look up at him. He smiles and press the wet cockhead to your cheek. He slowly runs it across your upper-lip, down your other cheek, back to your lips. “Open.” You open and let the cockhead in. You start sucking on it slowly, using your tongue to lick off the drops of urine that’s still around the pissslit. Alfred nudges for you to take in more, so you do. You lean forward and swallows, curls your tongue around the shaft and up the thick, pumping vein on the backside of the cock.
Alfred moans satisfied and leans back, watches you work. You feel a pressure, you have to do it good. He has just done so much for you. You close your eyes and start bobbing your head up and down. Better. Alfred starts sighing in pleasure. You try to do it more wildly, but the cock slip out of your mouth, and it takes a few seconds for you to get it in again without the help of your hands.
“That’s pathetic.” Alfred’s fingers dug into your hair, takes a hold of some locks. He pushes his cock in deeper into your wet, swallowing hole. “You can do better than that, Arthur.” You try to do better, to swallow at the speed Alfred is pushing himself into you, but it’s hard. At some point you gag. Alfred allows you to move back and breath, but he’s quickly pulling you back onto his cock. “Come on, come on…” He wants you to take it all the way in. Your eyes widen at the realisation. Not because you don’t want to, but because you’re not sure you can.
You’ve never tried going so far. Not with Alfred, that is. You have deep throated before, but this is different. Alfred’s cock is big, hard, but he’s not taking no for an answer. Welcome to the punishment.
You move back again to breath. This continues a few times, but with each time Alfred pulls you back onto his cock, you can get a little more in. And suddenly, as you want to move back to breath again, he pulls you all the way down. The cockhead bumps against the back of your mouth, you gasp, and then swallows as it goes down your throat. Your slick muscles clench around Alfred’s meat, and he moans so sweetly that you believe it was all worth it. Your nose is resting at his pubic hair. They’re sweaty, Alfred has been wearing his pants too tightly again. But you love the smell of him.
He shoves you back, pulls you in again. Starts fucking your mouth. At first there’s no rhythm, and it’s a hard job for your throat. But slowly he finds a pace which allows him to be pleasured and you to breathe, and you move like that for a while.
Time is running out. You both know it. The meeting will soon begin, and you have to be back. You have to wonder about how to get back without everyone smelling your clothes, but you don’t have the time, for suddenly Alfred speeds up the pace. He gets onto his feet and starts humping your mouth, grinding his cockhead against the sides of your throat. You don’t want to gag, you try not to, and you succeed. Alfred comes down your throat, spills his thick cum and gives it all to you. He draws back. Some of the sperm hits your face and mix with the urine.
A wet pleasure (5/5)
anonymous
May 15 2010, 21:53:06 UTC
You decide to give Alfred a treat. You wipe some of the mix of with your hand before licking it slowly off of your palm. He watches you while panting in air, tilting his head to the side.
“Pervert.”
“You like it.” You get up. And suddenly you’re lovers. His eyes are so carefully and his voice concerned as he looks at you.
“You’re drenched.” You look down. You truly are.
“I can’t go back like this.”
“But you have a presentation.” You nod. That’s problematic. Well, first thing you can do is to cover up your cock, so you do so, tug it back in and zip up the pants. Alfred’s pondering. Drops of urine fall from your hair and you can’t help but chuckle.
“You really did a good job.” You run your fingers through your hair. Alfred smiled goofily at you.
“Arthur..”
“Can we do it again sometime soon?” He blinks surprised. He hadn’t expected that, and for a second you believe he’s going to turn you down. But then he smile oh-so-sweetly.
“I would love that,” he mumbles. He steps in and leans forward, gives your lips a hasty kiss. But only hasty. He’s not up for tasting what you have tasted. Instead he grabs the roll of toilet paper and gives it to you. “You can try to dry your hair a little off with his.” You nod.
While doing so Alfred unzips his bomber jacket and hands it to you. “You can cover yourself in that.” You’re about to take off your shirt, but he stops you. “No, keep.. Uhm.. Keep that on..” He blushes slightly. You smirk and takes his jacket, dropping the used paper to the floor.
“It turns you on?”
“Yeah..” He smiles. You put on the jacket and zips it up.
“Well, I think people will wonder anyway. And smell something.”
“Who cares.” You laugh. Right. Who cares.
As you get to the meeting room you realises that everyone cares. Everyone is looking at you, and you try to catch Alfred’s eyes to get help. But he’s busy drinking water. You blush. On it again.
Re: A wet pleasure (5/5)
anonymous
May 16 2010, 00:43:57 UTC
I was torn before disgust and fainting at the hotness of the fill. Please don't take the disgust the wrong way, it's just normally not my kink but this was hnghhh
The second person POV was also a really interesting way of writing things and I think you pulled that off really well! Awesome job anon <3
Re: A wet pleasure (5/5)
anonymous
June 14 2010, 03:42:30 UTC
Wow, this is really not my type of kink... but I was just soo damn curious that I hat read it all... It was very well written!! I loved the way you used second person!
Re: A wet pleasure (5/5)
anonymous
August 27 2010, 23:18:57 UTC
I can't believe how hot something that should be so disgusting can be when you write it well. You're a master <3 The POV worked really well, but it was the obvious mutual enjoyment and the humilliation-submission kink which blew my mind. Unf.
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Alfred winks at you from across the table as he lift his bottle of water. It’s a sign. He’s making himself ready, filling that bladder of his with as much liquid as possible. You watch in awe as half a litre of water disappear down his throat. His Adam’s apple jumps up with every gulp, and as he accidentally spills some drops from the corners of his mouth, you feel a warmth spreading inside of your stomach. Hopefully your lips will be the wet ones in a short time.
The meeting is too long. You’re getting impatient, and normally you’re very focused on whoever is speaking - even if it’s Alfred, or Gilbert going on about how he killed some ‘n00bs’ in an online game - but your gaze keeps fluttering towards Alfred. The blond teen is resting his head between the palms of his hands, eyes closed and a smug smile resting on his lips. He’s beautiful, you notice, with tanned skin and blonde, messy hair, young strength shining from those sky-blue eyes that he has now opened. You gasp as you wake up from your daydreaming and realises that he’s staring directly at you. Now he parts his lips, curves them upwards and slowly lets his face break into a big, white grin. You snort and look down at your lap, acting interested in the well-being of your nails. But all you’re thinking about is him. Him and all that water in his body. You shudder in delight. You’ll have to excuse yourself soon if the meeting doesn’t end.
Ludwig becomes your saviour. The broad German rises and begs Feliciano to quiet down. “No one cares for your different types of pasta,” he says, and - as always - the Italian breaks down in tears, Ludwig gets flustered and starts stuttering excuses, and Kiku tells everyone to take a break. He’s quickly gone, Yao following him, and soon everyone is but at the table. You look up to catch Alfred, but he has already gotten up and has moved to stand next to you. His hot breath flutters across your ear.
“I feel very… full,” he mumbles, and you wrinkle your brows as if you couldn’t care less. When, to tell the truth, you can’t care about anything but that fact. You turn your head and looks up at him. There’s something about the way he looks at you. He’s been waiting as well. He wants this just as much as you do, and when he gives your shoulder a friendly tug, it’s also a demand for you to pay attention to his needs. “I’ve been drinking all day, Arthur,” he mentions your name, because hearing your name spoken with those pink lips always melts your heart, “just for you.” You nod.
“I’ll come. You go first so it doesn’t look suspicious.” He laughs. There’s no one around to notice, but he’s willing to play your little game of moral. He salutes and bows before hasting out of the meeting room. You take a deep breath. One. Two. Three seconds must be enough. You stumble up from your chair, knocks it over as you almost run towards the door. It’ll probably make the others wonder - why did the careful Englishman leave his chair knocked over? But you don’t care right now.
There’s tons of bathrooms in the building, but you’ve agreed on the one upstairs. It’s hardly ever used, so it’s always clean, and you can be sure no one disturbs you while having some… fun. You chuckle at your own word-choice, oh, you may be old but you’re still witty.
“England!” Francis. Dam-.. Bullocks! The man with hair of light silk smiles at you and waves. He seems to have come out from nowhere. You stop up and smile the best smile you know. But it’s fake. And it’s showing. But it’s not like Francis has ever cared for true feelings. “Can I have a word with you concerning that contract?”
“What contract?” You’re getting impatient just by looking at how slowly the Frenchman is strolling towards you. Hurry, fool, hurry! Your smile becomes a grimace.
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“I remember,” you say hastily and nods, “we… I… We can discuss that when the meeting is over.”
“Why not now?”
“I have to discuss something with someone else…” Francis is not satisfied with the answer. You look away. “With Alfred.” He snorts.
“Oh, I get it.”
“Fuck off.” You hurry past him and up the stairs. It’s not like you could care less about what he thinks that’s going on between the two of you. You’ve been a couple for three months now, everyone knows that, and everyone knows that couples like fucking during breaks. Ivan was the first one to introduce the concept of a quick fuck to the rest of the nations, though he hadn’t been quick enough. They caught him with his dick up Yao’s ass, still on the meeting table. They’d gotten a new table since then, but the picture can’t be erased from your memory no matter how hard you try.
You reach the door. You knock a little melody, again something you’ve agreed. Alfred undoes the lock and lets you in.
“What took you so long? I’ve been waiting.” You sigh and close the door, make sure it’s locked.
“I ran into France, and-” As you turn around, you forget what you were about to say. Alfred isn’t keen on waiting, you know that, but he has already kicked off his pants and underwear - if he was wearing any that is - and is now standing with his soft dick waiting for you. You feel your heartbeat go up. You never get tired of the sight of Alfred’s dick. A thick, long, perfect cock, with bright pubic hair and a pair of beautiful balls hanging heavily from underneath the member. You lick your lips. Alfred laughs.
“Want this?” He takes a hold of his cock, slips his fingers around the base of it to lift it a little. The cockhead is pointing towards you. You feel a loss of words.
“Shut it,” you manage to mumble, but you don’t sound angry, and neither are you upset. Alfred narrows his gaze. He’s ready for the real game.
“Get on your knees.” You do as told, the command in his voice very strong. It’s amazing - you’re older than him, but still you willingly kneel at his feet as if he were superior to you. As you look up at him you realises that he is. He is superior to you. You’re nothing. When you was standing, you was his boyfriend and lover and best friend. But when on your knees you turn into a simple hole. Your mouth belongs to him, and though it is watering with the need of being filled, he can ignore it if he wants to. He’s allowed to, he is in control now, and you have allowed him to be.
“Good,” he mumbles as you takes position in front of him, “good, I am so.. filled. I feel like I am bursting. That we can’t have, now, can we?” You shook your head. It makes a smile take over his lips, but it’s not light-hearted like before, it’s arrogant. “Open your mouth.” You part your lips with a pop, lean back and open your mouth willingly. As far as you can, but he’s not satisfied. Alfred grabs your hair and forces your head more back. It feels like your spine is going to snap, but as he lets go, you stay in the position he has forced you in. You’re not going to move an inch unless he orders you to do so. He grabs his cock again and steps forward, pressing the cockhead to your lips. He sighs. “You’re perfect like this,” he mumbles, “your mouth is all mine, do you know that?” You groan something as an answer. He chuckles and slaps his cock against your cheek. “Yeah, that’s right, you can’t speak. You’re not allowed to. Now-” He slips his cockhead down your cheek back to your mouth, “here’s how we’ll play; I start pissing, and you better swallow it all. If you don’t, I’ll punish you. Do you understand?” You raise your brow and groan again as an answer. “Good.”
Alfred lifts his cock a little and closes his eyes shortly. He’s relaxing himself, and you can hardly wait. The feeling of now knowing when you’ll receive your long awaited piss makes your pants go tight around your own cock. You’re horny, you’ve been it since Alfred started drinking water, but now it’s really getting to you, the situation, the anticipation. You try to force your mouth even more open, but it’s biologically impossible. So you just wait. And now it comes.
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Your mouth is getting full. You have to swallow soon. But the stream isn’t going to stop, and you can’t swallow with your mouth so widely open, so you close it, making some puss hit your closed lips and spread all over your face. A drop hits your eye and your close them, groaning. Alfred laughs.
“Can’t handle it?” You gasp in return. “Get that mouth open.” You open up again willingly. The piss-stream has gotten more powerful, Alfred’s not holding back. It almost hurts at it hits the back of your throat. But it feels so good. You look up at Alfred, and your gazes lock. He’s so manly. A true world-leader, a dominant human.
Alfred spits. It hits your left brow and starts trailing down your cheek. He grins. “That’s for not drinking it all.” You feel guilt and excitement at the same time. Your mouth will soon be filled again, and you’ll have to close your lips to sink. What will be the next punishment?
You try to swallow with your mouth wide open, but you can’t. You gag on the piss and have to look down to take control of your breathing. Alfred doesn’t stop pissing, instead he just covers your hair and back. Your white shirt is getting sticky, you can feel, and it makes your cock throb. You’re so hard, you need relief, so you undo your pants and pulls down your underwear to free your cock. Alfred grunts in disappointment.
“So you have time to please yourself, but not to drink?” You look up. He’s holding back the piss. “I still have some left.” He winks at you. You smile. Your soaking wet already, reeking of urine, but you want more. He slopes his head to the side. “Keep your mouth closed this time, you’ve already spilled a lot. You’ll get punished no matter what.” You want to drink, but you want to please Alfred even more, so you close your mouth while looking up at him. The stream of piss starts again, hitting your face, but it quickly trails down your neck, your chest, wet your shirt, and now, your crotch. You moan as the piss hit your hardening cock. “You can touch yourself, Arthur, come on..” Alfred’s words are sweet, and you grab your cock and start stroking yourself furiously. You’re so hard.
The flow of piss stops. You’re slightly upset by the fact that Alfred’s bladder has a limit, but then he leans down and whispers, “When you’ve come, you’ll get your punishment,” and suddenly it doesn’t really matter.
It doesn’t take much to make you cum. Alfred’s looking at you so intensely, and your sitting in a pool of his piss, smelling him, tasting him, and as he sits down on the toilet and says, “Cum,” you do. You curl forward and gasp in air as you’re milking yourself, your orgasm hard and needed. You look down. It’s amazing. Alfred made you cum just by telling you to.
“Come over here.” You don’t have time to recover. Your cock is still twitching slightly sensitive as you crawl your way over to Alfred and seat yourself in front of him between his spread legs. “Suck me off.” You reach out for his cock, but he clucks his tongue and shakes his head. “Only with your mouth, Arthur. Else it is too easy to be a punishment.” You can’t help but snicker.
“You really consider this a punishment to me, Alfred?”
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You hesitate, look up at him. He smiles and press the wet cockhead to your cheek. He slowly runs it across your upper-lip, down your other cheek, back to your lips. “Open.” You open and let the cockhead in. You start sucking on it slowly, using your tongue to lick off the drops of urine that’s still around the pissslit. Alfred nudges for you to take in more, so you do. You lean forward and swallows, curls your tongue around the shaft and up the thick, pumping vein on the backside of the cock.
Alfred moans satisfied and leans back, watches you work. You feel a pressure, you have to do it good. He has just done so much for you. You close your eyes and start bobbing your head up and down. Better. Alfred starts sighing in pleasure. You try to do it more wildly, but the cock slip out of your mouth, and it takes a few seconds for you to get it in again without the help of your hands.
“That’s pathetic.” Alfred’s fingers dug into your hair, takes a hold of some locks. He pushes his cock in deeper into your wet, swallowing hole. “You can do better than that, Arthur.” You try to do better, to swallow at the speed Alfred is pushing himself into you, but it’s hard. At some point you gag. Alfred allows you to move back and breath, but he’s quickly pulling you back onto his cock. “Come on, come on…” He wants you to take it all the way in. Your eyes widen at the realisation. Not because you don’t want to, but because you’re not sure you can.
You’ve never tried going so far. Not with Alfred, that is. You have deep throated before, but this is different. Alfred’s cock is big, hard, but he’s not taking no for an answer. Welcome to the punishment.
You move back again to breath. This continues a few times, but with each time Alfred pulls you back onto his cock, you can get a little more in. And suddenly, as you want to move back to breath again, he pulls you all the way down. The cockhead bumps against the back of your mouth, you gasp, and then swallows as it goes down your throat. Your slick muscles clench around Alfred’s meat, and he moans so sweetly that you believe it was all worth it. Your nose is resting at his pubic hair. They’re sweaty, Alfred has been wearing his pants too tightly again. But you love the smell of him.
He shoves you back, pulls you in again. Starts fucking your mouth. At first there’s no rhythm, and it’s a hard job for your throat. But slowly he finds a pace which allows him to be pleasured and you to breathe, and you move like that for a while.
Time is running out. You both know it. The meeting will soon begin, and you have to be back. You have to wonder about how to get back without everyone smelling your clothes, but you don’t have the time, for suddenly Alfred speeds up the pace. He gets onto his feet and starts humping your mouth, grinding his cockhead against the sides of your throat. You don’t want to gag, you try not to, and you succeed. Alfred comes down your throat, spills his thick cum and gives it all to you. He draws back. Some of the sperm hits your face and mix with the urine.
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“Pervert.”
“You like it.” You get up. And suddenly you’re lovers. His eyes are so carefully and his voice concerned as he looks at you.
“You’re drenched.” You look down. You truly are.
“I can’t go back like this.”
“But you have a presentation.” You nod. That’s problematic. Well, first thing you can do is to cover up your cock, so you do so, tug it back in and zip up the pants. Alfred’s pondering. Drops of urine fall from your hair and you can’t help but chuckle.
“You really did a good job.” You run your fingers through your hair. Alfred smiled goofily at you.
“Arthur..”
“Can we do it again sometime soon?” He blinks surprised. He hadn’t expected that, and for a second you believe he’s going to turn you down. But then he smile oh-so-sweetly.
“I would love that,” he mumbles. He steps in and leans forward, gives your lips a hasty kiss. But only hasty. He’s not up for tasting what you have tasted. Instead he grabs the roll of toilet paper and gives it to you. “You can try to dry your hair a little off with his.” You nod.
While doing so Alfred unzips his bomber jacket and hands it to you. “You can cover yourself in that.” You’re about to take off your shirt, but he stops you. “No, keep.. Uhm.. Keep that on..” He blushes slightly. You smirk and takes his jacket, dropping the used paper to the floor.
“It turns you on?”
“Yeah..” He smiles. You put on the jacket and zips it up.
“Well, I think people will wonder anyway. And smell something.”
“Who cares.” You laugh. Right. Who cares.
As you get to the meeting room you realises that everyone cares. Everyone is looking at you, and you try to catch Alfred’s eyes to get help. But he’s busy drinking water. You blush. On it again.
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The second person POV was also a really interesting way of writing things and I think you pulled that off really well! Awesome job anon <3
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The perspective you chose to write in works so freaking well.
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It was very well written!! I loved the way you used second person!
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The POV worked really well, but it was the obvious mutual enjoyment and the humilliation-submission kink which blew my mind. Unf.
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