DMR - Milly With Suzaku

Suzaku stepped up to the urinal as he undid his pants. He took his member in hand, happy to note that his erection had relented. He really couldn't account for how wildly aroused he'd gotten by Milly's antics. It was a complete lack of control to get so turned on by the innocent touching of her tickling and he was ashamed. Though to describe anything the President did as completely innocent was surely folly. In any event, it had been nice to see Lelouch so relaxed and unguarded for once.

He relaxed his bladder and started to pee.

Someone entered the bathroom and stepped up to the urinal directly next to his. All of the urinals were free so Suzaku was a bit uncomfortable at the person's choice. He purposefully didn't look over and unconsciously leaned a bit further into the basin.

A very familiar feminine voice said, “Ooooh! Why so shy, Suzaku?”

His teeth clenched in shock and he pinched off his flow. Milly Ashford was standing right next to him in the men's restoom well back from her urinal with one hand on her hip. The other was holding a penis. A very large flaccid penis. It filled her palm as she held its underside, her skirt resting across the top of the thick appendage.

It was obviously a fake. Another of Milly's really inappropriate gags. But Suzaku couldn't help but be a little amused by it and maybe just a bit intimidated.

“Madame President! You shouldn't be in here! What if someone comes in?!”

She shrugged with an easy smirk, “I'm the Student Council President! Now, subordinate of mine! Step back from that urinal! This is when all you boys measure each other up, right?”

That was most assuredly not what boys did at a time like this, but for some reason he couldn't find the words to correct Milly. In fact, he didn't see much point in putting up a fight. Milly could be an unstoppable of nature when she wanted to be and he didn't mind her seeing his penis.

He moved back and shifted his grip so that she could see his member better before she told him to.

She was silent a moment as she looked with that devilish little smile ever present. “It's a bit small, isn't it?”

Suzaku found himself going along with this ridiculous conversation despite himself, “Well, It's not hard, Madame President.”

Milly's hand shot up with a wagging finger, “Ah. Ah. Ah!” She bounced her surprisingly flexible faux penis in her hand to make her point.

He stifled a sigh and admitted, “It is a bit small, Madame President.” Suzaku was unprepared for the thrill of arousal that pulsed down his spine in response to his words.

Milly raised her chin with a haughty tilt, “Well. I was hoping for a better match up. Sorely disappointed, Sazaku. Sorely Disappointed.”

He couldn't help but smile, the President's goofy demeanor effectively dis-arming him. “My apologies, Madame President.”

She fluttered her hand in the air, waving the issue off. “Alright. Something else fun then. I've heard about this but never had the opportunity. Let's cross streams!”

It took him a moment to get what she was talking about. “I don't think that's possible.”

“Pish-posh! Now, come over here. We'll share this one.”

Milly's fake penis aside, getting that close would be rather more sexual than was appropriate. The situation as it was now was bad enough should another student walk in and get the wrong idea. He was supposed to be setting a good example and that would confirm some of the worst stereotypes about his people.

Unfortunately, the President would not be denied and simply brushed up against him to join him at his urinal.

And that was one very realistic fake penis. Suzaku was impressed. Had Milly had one custom crafted just for this prank?

It sure was big. If it had been real and sported by a man, it would have confirmed every crass stereotype he'd overheard about Britannian men from Japanese women with rather unfortunately low levels of national pride. His mind went unbidden to the insults thrown at him from his own people since becoming an Honorary Britannian. About certain obscene activities he performed while on his knees or perhaps bent over for his Britannian masters. Whereas before he strictly pulled his mind away from them, now his imagination forming pictures. Milly Ashford now featured prominently in all of them, Milly's well hung Britannian cock in particular. The result was not nearly so off putting as he'd expected. Oddly titillating in a way...

Milly's voice tore him from his reverie and he flushed, realizing he'd been staring at her cock for some time, “What's the matter, Suzaku? Is the little guy still shy? I'll help! Just listen to me talk about water pouring from the sky, a nice rainfall, a stream in a forest, or perhaps a rushing waterfall...”

It wasn't long at all before the President's words had the desired effect and he felt his bladder relax and a thin stream of urine flowed free. For some odd reason, he was very self-conscious about the anemic of his stream, hardly making a sound as it hit the porcelain. Then Milly sighed next to him and to his surprise the end of her cock erupted with a powerful stream of urine that reflected off the back of the urinal to spray them both before she angled her massive member downward. She pulled her skirt up and completely out of the way with her free hand.

Suzaku was utterly shocked to see the base of Milly's penis where it smoothly transitioned to the soft skin and neatly trimmed blonde fuzz of her pubic hair without a break. He looked down to see the waistband of her pink panties easily held back by the girth of her shaft and an enormous scrotum stuffed into the badly strained undergarment, one pale smooth testicle partially stuck out the left leg hole. Suzaku was struck to the core as he reallized that Milly's massive cock was, in fact, very real. There was no mistaking it now, the details too perfect.

He stopped urinating but not because he no longer needed to go. His dribbling stream cut off because his dick was swelling with blood, the trickling arousal that had been in the background this entire time becoming a roaring flood. It wasn't long at all before his dick was pointing straight up, as hard as it had ever been.

Milly keeps peeing, apparently oblivious to his condition. She continued to urinate for long minutes and Suzaku just watched finding it to be incredibly arousing for reasons he could not define. Milly's cock was huge, dominantly so. When she complained of it being heavy in her hand, he reached over and took it from her without comment.

It wasn't heavy but he was strong, even if he'd never felt more weak with its not insignificant weight in his hand. It was hot and it filled his palm, his fingers not touching even as he wrapped them firmly around the shaft. They didn't touch.

Finally after what felt like forever she was done. With a hand on the small of her back, he found himself drawing the other down her shaft to grasp her cock just behind it's large glans and shook it as he would his own penis, finding the action incredibly erotic.

She was smiling faintly at him as she simply asked, “Is it clean?”

Suzaku didn't know why he did it. It just happened, one of those insults suddenly close to mind. His voice was small and abnormally high, “I'll check, Madame President.” Then he bent down and lifted her flaccid cock. He regarded its masculine strong face for a moment before he pressed forward and drew his tongue across it to scour it clean of any liquid. The salty taste was rather appealing and he found himself drawing it into his mouth, his lips securing just past the well-defined ridge running around the glans. He gave it a hard suck, once, twice, and three times pulling a sound of pleasure from the President's throat that sent an unseemly thrill down his spine.

He pulled back only to feel Milly's hand fall on to his head and he went to his knees, finding himself sucking upon her cock with growing relish. He brought both of his hands up to grab and stroke her swiftly swelling shaft. He didn't know what he was doing and he became alarmed when her glans enlarged in his mouth, forcing his jaw open wider. When he backed off of it, Milly took her cock from him and held it teasingly away from him.

“Now, now, now. I had no idea our Suzaku was such a good little cock sucker!”

He was humiliated and aroused, mostly aroused. So he just waited patiently as she gently slapped her meaty cock against his cheek. She made him tell her that he was her good little cock sucker a few times before she relented and let him suck it some more. It took five minutes before he made her cum and she didn't give him any choice before blowing her load directly at the back of his throat. He gulped it down as fast as he could but his mouth inevitably overflowed and Milly's white jizz soon flowed liberally down his chin.

Suzaku took the hand she offered and got to his feet, still feeling aroused and honestly, not himself. This feeling was only intensified when she lightly brushed her fist across his chin and said, “You're kind of a slut, aren't you?”

He could only smile and barely suppress the urge to giggle and say, “A bit. Um. Since when have you had a penis?”

“Not important! Here. Let me return the favor!” she declared with a smile and took possession of his still exuberantly hard dick.

Within a minute Suzaku was moaning and squirming as Milly vigorously jerked his dick. She had him on the cusp of cumming seconds after that and expertly kept him right on the edge until he promised to wear her panties. Then she directed his dick into the urinal and he was exploding and whimpering as the pleasure washed over him.

A little later, Milly pressed her panties into his hand and swept out of the bathroom, a confident strut in her step.