Meeting are Orgasmic~
anonymous
July 2 2010, 00:13:01 UTC
“Is something wrong?” he is asked. He shakes his head, even as he bites back a whimper. The pressure is building. It has been building. What had he been thinking to let him do that? His legs were spastic under the table as he tried not to show the effect of the small device inside of his body. Even when it’s not on, it is a painfully wonderful pressure against Sin City. He bites back a cry as it goes from off to the highest setting, jolting and bending over with weak breaths as he tries to get himself under control. It is his turn to speak after all. He stands on weak legs as the device powers down to an aching hum. He swallows against a dry throat as he looks around at his fellows. He avoids glaring at the amused eyes that know what’s going on.
“I-it’s just s-some minor issues,” he manages to hide the breathless quality of his voice, but not the faint stutter. He is the idiot though. People believe him. He launches into his topic. Something about the oil spill. Every time he speaks of his boss’ ideas, the device buzzes insistently inside of him, making him stutter and lose focus. He clenches the table and waves off someone’s suggestions to postpone. He can do this. It’s not the first time he’s had to deal with dis- “Oh god!”
He spasms as the device is turned to its highest setting, his knees buckling. But he holds fast. His face is flushed with red blood and he’s sweating, his lips bruised from trying to keep quiet. Nations are at the edge of their seats as they watch the man’s performance. Some are subconsciously licking their lips as they eye him. He has always been one to hold the attentions of the crowd when he needed to. But to see him this…this Passionate about such a thing… Many singles are going to have one face before them as they sit alone in the darkness. The speech is an unmitigated success. And everyone agrees to a recess before leaving quickly. He turns to the man who smiled at him so innocently and growls, fisting his hands in the lapels of the man in front of him.
“W-where is it?!” he’s twitching and desperate and grinding against the other male’s clothed hardness. The man smiles back, all sunshine and fake innocence. With a growl of frustration, he attacks the other man’s pants. Not to get the remote. He yanks on the belt loops, dragging him to the conference table and hauls them down to the man’s ankles. The man’s arousal is large. And he always wonders how it is able to fit in his smaller body. But that doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is feeling good and being able to finish. The man laughs, and it grates on his nerves. He pulls his own pair of slacks down and reaches between his legs. A hand stops him, gently pulling it away and pinning his hands behind him on the table. He whines, and gasps as the device is put to the highest setting once more. But this time, he can’t do anything. His breaths turn to moans to pants to screams as he begs. Pleading and weeping as he twitches and writhes. But the man is unrelenting. And they both know why the pleasure isn’t enough. He would have finished many times over by now… if it weren’t for the cock ring keeping him from completion. He is a helpless mess by the time the device is finally allowed to turn off.
The male smirks at him and reaches down, two fingers sliding into the tight hole. But all their sessions have made the man wide enough to fit the two with little more than a hitched breath. They hook around the device, brushing against his inner walls teasingly and he begs hoarsely. Finally, the thing is taken from his body and secreted away to some unknown place. His legs are lifted and he is entered without warning. His back arches with pain and pleasure and he mewls helplessly. The taller one laughs breathlessly as he fingers his partner’s entrance. It’s tight and the added digit makes it even tighter. Soon he adds another, scissoring and hearing the man beneath him cry hoarse pleas. It amuses him that the man below him is so shameless when they do this. In the meeting room no less. He smirks as he removes the fingers and reaches into his pocket.
Meeting are Orgasmic~ last bit
anonymous
July 2 2010, 00:15:25 UTC
The device is slid back into the man’s body. He looks up in confusion, only to spasm as the device is turned back on. He is so caught up in the pleasure, he doesn’t feel something else slide into his body. Not until it too is turned on. The combined sensations leave him screaming out hoarsely. Begging to be taken to be claimed. Anything! Just let me come!
They are turned to the maximum as he lapses into incoherent babbling. Finally he feels a hand at his length, fingering the ring. He begs, voice cracking in desperation, and it is removed. He whites out.
And floats back to earth on a cloud. He is lying on his back still. And the man is still inside of him. As are the vibrators… And they seem to have amassed an audience. His face darkens while his partner looks on in amusement. One can hear a pin drop. Instead, France looks at the two of them, visibly impressed.
“Can I join next time?”
He is later found beaten up and hanging from a flag pole several miles away.
------------------------------- Catptcha: Comer go ... You could say that~
Re: Meeting are Orgasmic~ last bit OP
anonymous
July 2 2010, 06:41:07 UTC
That blew me away. You are amazing. Sin city is amazing and I knew that it was located there all along. I now want to go there. The vibrators made this epic sex scene even more epic as did the direction the meeting went. I am near incoherent and this review can not even begin to describe the hotness and the funny of this story. Please excuse me as I go get more tissues. I forgot something...oh yes you are made of win please except the Internetz and my soul <3
“I-it’s just s-some minor issues,” he manages to hide the breathless quality of his voice, but not the faint stutter. He is the idiot though. People believe him. He launches into his topic. Something about the oil spill. Every time he speaks of his boss’ ideas, the device buzzes insistently inside of him, making him stutter and lose focus. He clenches the table and waves off someone’s suggestions to postpone. He can do this. It’s not the first time he’s had to deal with dis- “Oh god!”
He spasms as the device is turned to its highest setting, his knees buckling. But he holds fast. His face is flushed with red blood and he’s sweating, his lips bruised from trying to keep quiet. Nations are at the edge of their seats as they watch the man’s performance. Some are subconsciously licking their lips as they eye him. He has always been one to hold the attentions of the crowd when he needed to. But to see him this…this Passionate about such a thing… Many singles are going to have one face before them as they sit alone in the darkness. The speech is an unmitigated success. And everyone agrees to a recess before leaving quickly. He turns to the man who smiled at him so innocently and growls, fisting his hands in the lapels of the man in front of him.
“W-where is it?!” he’s twitching and desperate and grinding against the other male’s clothed hardness. The man smiles back, all sunshine and fake innocence. With a growl of frustration, he attacks the other man’s pants. Not to get the remote. He yanks on the belt loops, dragging him to the conference table and hauls them down to the man’s ankles. The man’s arousal is large. And he always wonders how it is able to fit in his smaller body. But that doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is feeling good and being able to finish. The man laughs, and it grates on his nerves. He pulls his own pair of slacks down and reaches between his legs. A hand stops him, gently pulling it away and pinning his hands behind him on the table. He whines, and gasps as the device is put to the highest setting once more. But this time, he can’t do anything. His breaths turn to moans to pants to screams as he begs. Pleading and weeping as he twitches and writhes. But the man is unrelenting. And they both know why the pleasure isn’t enough. He would have finished many times over by now… if it weren’t for the cock ring keeping him from completion. He is a helpless mess by the time the device is finally allowed to turn off.
The male smirks at him and reaches down, two fingers sliding into the tight hole. But all their sessions have made the man wide enough to fit the two with little more than a hitched breath. They hook around the device, brushing against his inner walls teasingly and he begs hoarsely. Finally, the thing is taken from his body and secreted away to some unknown place. His legs are lifted and he is entered without warning. His back arches with pain and pleasure and he mewls helplessly. The taller one laughs breathlessly as he fingers his partner’s entrance. It’s tight and the added digit makes it even tighter. Soon he adds another, scissoring and hearing the man beneath him cry hoarse pleas. It amuses him that the man below him is so shameless when they do this. In the meeting room no less. He smirks as he removes the fingers and reaches into his pocket.
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They are turned to the maximum as he lapses into incoherent babbling. Finally he feels a hand at his length, fingering the ring. He begs, voice cracking in desperation, and it is removed. He whites out.
And floats back to earth on a cloud. He is lying on his back still. And the man is still inside of him. As are the vibrators… And they seem to have amassed an audience. His face darkens while his partner looks on in amusement. One can hear a pin drop. Instead, France looks at the two of them, visibly impressed.
“Can I join next time?”
He is later found beaten up and hanging from a flag pole several miles away.
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Catptcha: Comer go
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You could say that~
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I like to incorporate locations that could coincide with certain areas...
And Sin city is one of them~
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*scratches cheek*
If you say so~
I'm always kind of worried about posting my... NSFW kinda stuff...
Glad you like it~ ^w^
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Aww!
You're too kind to this humble anon~
I tried my best to incorporate things i thought were win~
And get some mild France bashing in~ XD
And tissues?
It's not all that great...
I was just trying to get my creative juices flowing again~
Captcha: by unproven
Well... I am an anon~XD
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love how you make it an 'it can be anyone' fillX3
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Personal fave is GerUSA for some reason, but I loves me some RUS as well~
I like being vague~
Captcha: morales of...
This Anon?
Rare and obscure~XD
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oh? never tried that pairing...that be so hot though =W=
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Yep~
Germany with his SM fetishes and America with his... unique personality~
It makes for a hot combination~
Captcha: typhoon here...
*snickers*
Once upon a time Captcha~XD
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The only thing I can nitpick is probably the cock ring part? I read somewhere that cock ring is not supposed to block orgasm... it only delays it.
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I probably should have looked it up~
Er...
Artistic license I suppose?
*smiles innocently*
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You know... I think I am slowly becoming impressed with how the Russian can deal with his harem :3 Just saying...
If that is England... I love you authornon.
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Captcha: prefer bondsmen... Yes Captcha, bondsmen indeed :3
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So it could be Russia...
Or someone else~
Not England unfortunately...
He's shorter than America.
I like your captcha~ ^w^
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