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.
“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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