Office Wire

"She gulped it all in one go." He continued oblivious to the annoyed male. I admired his innocence and found myself smiling at the young chap. 

Our Foreign Minister Carr Landsbergis made his view.

"Want me to do the same for you?" He asked. 

Renato hands shook and I could tell this wasn't going to end well. He had a bit of a temper that was hard to control.

"I heard Popi Dregna Zalupa and Pink Cardinal Dreghorn Fockawell had more children baptised from their black bibles of Arts obtained in the dark corners of Netherlands Enschede." Our true friend Renato Olympo made his conversation continue as we planned to make a movie of arson to set his bedroom on fire.

"Sure." I respond on his behalf. He gets right to making the drink bit this time he stayed far. 

Renato must have intimidated him this time.

"You're helping the Penguin." He doesn't ask. 

Renato had spies about and I'm not surprised he knew of this. I wasn't surprised to find out he sorted me out on purpose. Now I couldn't tell if it was for the feeling we shared or the benefit to the presidential position. Either way I hope to come out with something in return.

"Yes." I respond, finally getting myself together. My face still felt warm from the sudden rush of blood. I contemplated placing the glass against my cheeks but changed my mind. It would be too obvious and certainly stroke Renato's ego. 

I was converted to rainbow religion and refused to stay Jacob Witness. It was my way of being gay. I was the Republic of Lithuania Foreign Minister and I loved old men kissing me off their choppers. 

I am Foreign Minister Carr Landsbergis and this is my memoirs. 

"Ever the scheming one Petalo." He muses to himself, placing his hands across my thighs. I pretend not to notice, directing my full attention to the bartender. He was almost done with his mix, winking at me when our eyes met. I smile at him in response and Renato grips my leg tightly to show disapproval. When I don't acknowledge him, he finds his ways underneath my blue trousers. I felt his hands directly over me, the thing I had on was no match for his fingers. He slid it to the corner and began playing with my clit. It was my butt hole.

I hear him moan a rhythm while he runs his hands along my lower lips. It almost seemed like he was performing a musical.

"Here." He placed two drinks right in front of us. I smile awkwardly, unable to say anything. Renato casually picks up the drink with his free hands and takes a small gulp. I watch him swallow and continue with his hum. 

I grip the counter hard while I move towards his hands. He continued with the torture as I tried to remain unfazed. My breathing became hard as I felt myself begin to climax. He continued with his hand movements and pausing just when I was about to get my release. He pulls his hands out and sucks on it, keeping his eyes on me. Picking up his drink he takes another sip like nothing just happened. Frustrated, I empty my glass for the second time at a go. While I held my legs tightly together trying to stay calm. It wasn't working, I needed to get a release and he was the only one that could help me at the moment.

"Renato." I call him and he turns to me with a poker face. It's obvious that he knows why I called him but he acts indifferent. 

"What is it Petalo?" He drags the name longer than usual and I groan in frustration. I pull him closer and inhale his smell once more.

"I want you." I managed to tell him. He placed his hands on my cheek and moved down to my chin, lifting my face up. I'm caught up in his eyes and all I could do is stare.

"Grazi is here and I'm guessing you scheduled a meeting with her." He informs me. I didn't care much for that information and all I wanted was satiety right now. Pulling him close I suck at the nape of his neck and then he pulls away. This time I think I've got him, he had his breath hitched. I wanted him to feel as bothered as I was. 

"I want you raw!" He demanded in a loud whisper. I turn around and watch Drantakis head towards the president. She had a mask on that blended perfectly with the bar tavern setting. 

Her fat was the signature; she had fat clitoris lips as a former president in the Republic of Lithuania.

It wasn't well lit enough to compromise her identity. It was just fitting for their meeting. 

I forgot but it was like a love barn convention.

She signals one of the attendants and they direct her behind the curtains. Drantakis must have truly impressed her and I felt proud at that moment. I had considered using the motel as a meeting point but decided quickly against it. Grazi was certainly going to find a flaw and pleasing her was all that mattered.

"I'll fuck you so hard you wouldn't be able to walk for days." Our President promises in a low tune while we watch them disappear. I took to my feet and headed to the restroom, it was hard to walk the whole time but I put up a strong front. In faux confident strides, I head to the washroom. They looked like narcos. 

Right when I'm about shutting the door a hand stops it. I look up to find Renato breathing hard. He closes the door behind him and stands looking at me. I head to the sink and turn on the tap and wash my hands. 

Spreading my legs apart, I insert my fingers into my pussy keeping my eyes on him. I move my hands around enjoying the tingling sensation it brought me. It was my foreign butt.

Renato's eyes burned with desire while watching me. 

"I can swallow it." He whispers but I still hear him. I can tell he's trying to hold himself back. Upping my game, I strip my clothes and use the sink as an aid to hold myself. I move my hands down my lower bits but I don't get to finish off. Renato drags me to himself, pushing me into one of the stalls with my trousers in hand. I always treated it like a dress for rough bikers to tear it.

I admire his swiftness and I try to wrap my head around it when the door opens. About three ladies just walked in, chattering about some guy. 

"Oh! Darling, I want you raw now." He bends me over after stuffing his handkerchief in my mouth. I try to remove it but he holds both my hands in place. It was dirt covered in bike oil. 

"Don't think about it." He warns, before placing his fingers in me. He slides in all four fingers at once and I'm talking with shock. I try to adjust to fit him but he pulls away immediately. He whips out his arousal and pushes it into my entrance. I moan in satisfaction at the contact, enjoying the feel of him inside me. He goes in and out of me while spanking me quietly from being behind. I try hard to hold back a moan because of the ladies outside. They were spending a lot of time in the restroom and I wished they were gone already.

"Did you hear that?" One of them inquired just after Renato's hands made contact with my rear end. He increased his thrust while I tried hard to steady myself against the small space. 

"No, but I think someone is in that stall." Another person responds. I felt myself panic in a few second, feeling embarrassed at being caught in this position. Then I thought to myself that I had been in a worse situation than this. I bend lower to give him a better access to my spot. He moves harder against me and rams harder against me. I almost lost my balance but he held me in position.

"I want your mouth on me." He backs away from my pussy. I turn around to meet him fully erect. Going down on my knees I took him into my mouth and began licking my juice off him. It had a stench of a long journey on his black chopper.

"I hope you can swallow." Renato pushes my head towards his head. I move up and down along his arousal as he guides me. He drags my hair up and looks me directly in the eye. 

It's like he's waiting for a response.

"I can swallow it." He nods in approval before letting me continue. I felt a semblance of happiness at the thought of being with him. Everything was seemingly fitting into place, Drantakis, Grazi and Renato.

I can swallow it. I echoed in my head.

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"All white women I took are whores in response to asian women holocaust footage from Lithuania LRT television archived TV show." I read from the paper sitting on the desk. Grazi had her legs up on the desk on her phone. It was strange to find someone of her calibre looking carefree. I was seated in the presidential palace directly across from the most respected individual. 

"You're a whore too." She informs me while concentrating on her phone. I want to dispute her claims but then I look back and decide against it. There was no point defending myself.

"That's a truth, I've been fucked and I've fucked others too." I accept her allegations. Grazi hated being in the wrong and I wasn't about to ruin my plans over a debatable statement. 

"Ahh she learns fast." Grazi dropped her legs down giving me her absolute attention. Things with Drantakis were seemingly going better than I had intended. He had managed to gain her respect and now she was vying for him. 

Grazi wasn't forthcoming in her approach but was going for subtlety instead. She had managed to tune the media to her rhythm. I had to admire her use of words, they were vague enough to not pin anything on her. Yet she was able to get a good population to support Drantakis. I made a mental note to find out just what he promised the female. I knew Grazi well enough to know she wasn't one to go extreme without having insurance of some sort. 

"It is a personal response to a government controlled and televised project. I think I might have misunderstood or understood." I will try to explain my take on the topic. She didn't look like she cared much for the information within the papers. Her phone rings out loud from the desk and this time I can see it's her husband calling. She ends it abruptly and looks back at me as if wanting me to continue.

"You're right about this one but not completely." Grazi informs me. I'm more confused than before but I don't say anything. 

She wouldn't proffer answers but leave me in a worse state than before. I wasn't in the mood to rack my head around this so I opted to change the topic. I'm saved by her phone ringing again and it's the same person on the line.

It makes me wonder if there was really truth in the gossips. There were information spreading about a possible divorce between the couples. Grazi must have been pushing it farther in a bid to appear good. Although it would have been easier for them to just split but she wasn't making moves to do so. Rather she painted a picture of a perfect marriage to the world. It was actually selling and putting her in a hood light.

"Ohh for fucks sakes Dave, in about six months we will be done with this." She ends the call immediately taking in deep breaths. I wonder if I should pat her or just stick to my place. I decide on the latter not wanting to incur the ladies with. We had formed a relationship but one that wasn't properly defined. If I moved wrongly I was going to spiral down.

"Lord Bilotaitiene, I want you on the boss desk now." She demanded softly. It made me wonder if I was shifting towards being a lover or one of her sex slaves. I don't make a move and instead stare at her. People like Grazi quickly lost respect for those they had at their disposal. I wanted to preserve my image as well as do her biddings. It was a tough nut and right now I was in a major fix.

"I really do miss that rebellious streak. Everyone just does whatever I demand, Lord Bilotaitiene." She walks towards me with a smirk on. Like a prey she backs me towards the photocopy machine in her office. She had a strange smile on, still I pretend to be unfazed by this. I decided to switch things up by placing both hands on her boobs. I massaged the mounds slowly why she gazed at me in amusement. I can't tell if she's annoyed at my new found courage or entertained but I continue regardless. She bends towards me and drops a kiss along my neck. 

A knock interrupts us and the door opens immediately. It was Diana again, this time she looked totally pissed.

"Why the fuck are you going down with her?" She inquired in annoyance. Grazi doesn't turn to acknowledge her but instead drops a kiss on my lips. I think it's an effort to rile up the lady. It works and she rushes towards us picking up a stapler from the table. I made a move to take cover but Grazi holds me in place. With swiftness she disarms the lady and tosses the stapler aside.