It’s a Small World After All…for Some Part 1

The Bathroom Humiliation

Ambassador Roberts muttered “Dammit! It figures I’m at the Chinese consulate and I’ve got to really piss.” He wanted to avoid this at all costs, but the champagne vodkas he drank so foolishly in the state room poured for him by unbelievably the tall, attractive ladies of the consulate’s staff could not be denied. He also noticed he was a bit tipsy as well as he woozily walked to the men’s room.

He nervously gripped the handle that was nearly at chin-level and pulled open the thick door that towered over him. Luckily, the 4” thick oak doors were on smooth, ball bearing hinges that even allowed him to easily pull them open. He admired the ornate carvings of the dragons coiling around different landmarks around the world in its 9 panels.

His throat dried as he entered the marble floored room. His wooden heeled shoes making a clicking noise that echoed weakly through the room. He tread as softly as he could to the first stall and gingerly grabbed its handle. “Damn, someone must be inside!” He ambled a bit to the left to the second stall and found it distressingly locked as well. He heard a rumbling clearing of a throat in response to his tentative attempts to turn the latch. He decided to be smarter and approached the last stall and bent down to check if there were shoes. “Egad! What rotten luck!” he thought as he saw a pair of large dress shoes below the door. That was it, his weak bladder was practically quivering as he clenched it to hold back the urine that was striving to arrive.

He looked over and saw the four urinals against the wall. They were as formidable as he sadly imagined. Since Asian men averaged 3 meters in height, their plumbing was adjusted accordingly. His face became crestfallen when he noticed there were no courtesy guest stairsteps under any of the urinals. “Geezus, the Chinese used to be polite, but apparently they no longer feel the need to cater to men like me!” Still he had to go and he meekly tiptoed to the urinal closest to the wall and furthest from the sinks. After unzipping and fishing around to find his dick, Roberts finally had his head outside his pants and was trying to aim it up to arc his expected stream.

Suddenly, the room’s air pressure changed as the door opened and he heard loud, thudding footsteps that echoed noisily around the room. He looked straight ahead and suddenly his need to pee melted away temporarily. His eyebrows arched as he saw out of the periphery of his eye that the gentleman was at the urinal next to his. He could feel the massive body of the Chinese gent looming over him like an adult over a 5-year-old. He saw a beefy hand raise up and heard the zipper zip open with a long, ominous sound. He suddenly couldn’t help but look over as the larger man extracted an uncut cock that easily hung 18 inches and had so many bulging veins that added to its…majesty! He lazily gripped the shaft nearest to his balls and unleashed a torrent of piss that would have made a horse proud. The sound of it kept haunting him as it seemed to last forever.

Roberts looked up and noticed that the Chinese gent was sporting a shit eating grin and pretending to show an interest in Robert’s unit and squinting obnoxiously to see it. He felt his white worm retract, but suddenly his need to pee came back with a vengeance. He struggled to aim his nearly hidden pud with his thumb and index finger, but he felt his nervous pee shooting a bit out, but the majority just went down his thumb, spreading across his tighty whitey underwear and proceeded to trickle along the inseam of his trousers. What little escaped his pants arced pathetically hitting the bottom of the urinal’s lip and dripped, wetting his shoes.

The Chinese man cleared his throat and shook his colossal cock to get the last, large drops of piss out of his tool. He laughed and hoisted his massive flesh up towards Roberts and somehow managed to stuff it back into his pants, with not a little difficulty. He said “Do you need paper towels to clean up your little mess?” Roberts was going to fire back at him, but he looked at the towel dispenser over the sink and realized he might not be able to lean over and reach them. “Y-y-yes,sir”, Roberts replied. The Chinese man reached over and pulled them out one-by-one and looking askance at Roberts to let him know when to stop. After 4 towels were pulled, Roberts mumbled “Thanks, sir.”

Roberts started patting his trousers as the stall doors started opening and 3 more towering, muscular men emerged after flushing their nearly 4-foot-tall toilets. Roberts face reddened as they saw him toweling off and then bending down to sop up the liquid on the floor. He surprised himself as he “took the knee” to do this embarrassing task, but somehow, he felt like he must. They all spoke in deep, rumbling Chinese and stood around to watch Roberts do his duty. From Robert’s POV, they appeared even more hulking and intimidating. He also noticed the huge bulges starting at their abdomens and snaking down their legs that shook as they laughed at his meek subservience. His cheeks reddened and he felt moisture in his eyes as he hurriedly dispensed of the towels and nearly ran from the bathroom.

It's Their Party and I’ll Flee If I Want Too

“Annabeth! Annabeth! Where are you?” Ambassador Roberts nearly screamed as he left the horrible bathroom. He scanned the room looking for a petite blond lady amongst the large Asian men and women. He nearly couldn’t see her, but at last a gap appeared and he saw his straw-haired wife between a Chines couple drinking from an absurdly large tumbler.

Roberts walked over in a bit of a flustered huff. Annabeth couldn’t hold her liquor very well and no telling what nonsense she spewed to these people. As he walked up, she held up the tumbler with both her hands and took a big gulp.

“Annabeth! What are you doing?”

“Oh hi, Les! I’m just passing the time with Mr. Wong and his wife Ms. Li. Did you finally make your weewee?” she asked while batting her eyes lethargically and smiling. She looked at the tall couple and squinted her eyes and said “You should see Les stand up to pee. It’s so cute the way he pulls himself for a about a minute to get to ‘straight shooting size” and he practically straddles the bowl to make his pee hit the water! He knows I don’t tolerate peepee on my bathroom floor. He’s just so DAINTY! He’s my Dainty Dandy! Aren’t you Les? LOL!!”

Roberts looked up in embarrassment and said “Annabeth is drunk! She makes up so much stuff when she’s loopy on liquor!”

“Make up my ass! I’ve been married to you for 15 years and I know every little trick you do in the bathroom. Does Mr. Wu have any secrets?” Annabeth asked mischievously.

Ms. Li’s lips bowed up as she smiled and said “Oh no! There’re no little secrets between me and my man! As a matter of fact, I normally extract his long, thick cock and aim it like a firehose at the toilet bowl. Usually, the bowl flushes automatically when his urine starts to fill it a couple of times and then I wipe him dry and flush it one last time.”

Annabeth’s eyes widened and she started looking at the obscene bulge that was nearly at her shoulders and she looked up sheepishly to say “That big? Really?!”

Ms. Li grabbed her wrist and placed her little white hand on Mr. Wong’s unit. “Feel for yourself! He’s just soft now, but he’s probably 3-4 times the man your little Les is…hard! When my Haoran gets excited he’s at least 60 cm long and probably 45 cm around.”

Roberts watched in horror as Annabeth started running her hand up and down the length of Mr. Wong’s thick, long junk and trying to cup a ball with her delicate little hand. “Careful Annabeth, if you keep doing this, you might awaken the dragon and have to pay the penalty!” Wong smiled wickedly as the suddenly weakening American Ambassador put his fist by his mouth in horror.

“Les, honey! You should feel this!! I don’t think Ms. Wu is lying about a single thing. I can feel how heavy his big Chinese cock feels even through his pants. I’ve never felt anything this big ever before! It’s like he’s an entirely species of man!”

“Criminy Annabeth, I don’t want to touch another man’s cock, especially one that large! I think it’s time to go, don’t you?! Please excuse us, but we’re both a bit drunk!”

Mr. Wong smirked and placed his hand on Annabeth’s head and cupped it easily like a NBA player palming a basketball. “What do you want, little lady? Do you want to leave with your husband or should we go someplace more private and continue our conversation? We could have a very nice cultural exchange.”

Annabeth kept absently tracing his flaccid cock up and down the length of his thigh and looked at me and said breathily, “I want to stay with Mr. Wong and Ms. Wu. What about you?”

Suddenly, Roberts felt Ms. Wu sidle up behind him and she reached over his shoulder while whispering in his ear. Her hand reached down to his privates and he felt her fingers probe his crouch as she said, “You and I can have some fun as well. Wouldn’t you like a closer look at my body? I know I’d like to play with yours!” Her finger and thumb found his little bulge and started to grasp, tug, let go and then repeat. His knees weakened as she kneaded him like a cat on a pillow.

“I-I guess we can stay o-out a bit longer!’ stammered Roberts. Ms. Wu let out husky giggle and wrapped her other arm around his chest and easily lifted him in the air. He swung his feet and arms around in alarm, but she held him solidly as she continued to pinch and pull his peter from the outside of his pants.

Mr. Wong was even more demonstrative, and he lifted Annabeth like a baby and cradled her against his chest and said “You will enjoy what we will show you, I know it!” She trembled like a scared bunny as she felt his hard pecs and abs behind his coat and dress shirt. She never felt anyone so overwhelmingly powerful before.

They carried the Americans to the coat room to retrieve their outerwear and placed them on the countertop while they awaited the cute, young coat maiden to retrieve the items. When she came back, she lifted Roberts and Annabeth up on the countertop and put their coats on them like children. Then she put them on the floor and Ms. Wu’s large hand engulfed Robert’s as did Mr. Wong’s on Annabeth’s. They walked to the front of the hotel and their Chinese-made Rolls Royce car pulled up. Thankfully it had a running board that made it a bit easier for their Western guests to climb into the enlarged car. They ogled the expensive interior complete with amenities like a bar with crystal glasses, a TV, a golden phone, etc. Ms. Wu asked “Drink?” and they dumbly nodded in awe. “I think I’ll give the drinks to you in the shot glasses since the others are 2 liters capacity.” She then poured the scotch and ice into the glasses and Robert’s marveled at how the shot glass she held with her finger tips was large enough to fill his hand and Annabeth used 2 hands to receive hers.

Mr. Wong held up his glass and said “Cheers Mr. & Mrs. Roberts! We are so glad you yielded…I mean agreed to come to our house this evening. We will treat our little American guests very well tonight, won’t we, Mei?!”

Ms. Li smiled a bit wickedly and answered, “Oh yes, we will treat our new little friends to many great experiences at our home!”