Chapter 1 - After Night Temptation Part-1
It was the dead of night in the Hokage's office, but there was no paperwork being done. The only light came from thick, melting candles, their flames flickering on the glossy wood and all the half-empty sake bottles littering the place. The desk was a mess, paperwork shoved aside to make room for something way filthier.
Old man Sarutobi was slouched back in his chair, not in his official robes but just a loose yukata, his wrinkled chest out and covered in red lipstick marks. Kushina was riding him hard, straddling his lap with her knees spread and her kimono falling off her shoulders, showing off her pale thighs and the curve of her ass every time she bounced. Her pussy was so wet it soaked the old man's lap, and her moans were loud enough to echo down the hall.
Jiraiya was standing in front, one hand tangled in Kushina's wild red hair, yanking her head back so he could see every gasp and shiver, while his other hand was up her kimono, groping her tits. He was grinning, drinking in the sight like it was his own personal porno.
"Take it easy, Jiraiya, don't make her cum before I do," Sarutobi grunted, voice all rough and hungry, his hands gripping Kushina's hips and squeezing them tight.
"Not my fault she's dripping, sensei. You should've seen her on the way in, couldn't keep her hands out of her kimono. Tell the old man how bad you want it, Kushina."
Kushina whimpered and giggled, "Need it so bad, old man." She slipped off his lap, spun around, and bent over the desk, her wild red hair tumbling down her back as she arched it, offering herself up.
"Please, just take me like this." Sarutobi only laughed, stepping behind her and grabbing her hips with both hands. "What a fucking mouth. Next time, I'm gagging you."
He leaned in, dragging his tongue up her spine, slow and dirty, tasting sweat and desperation. "But let's see how loud you get." He drove into her, hard, and Kushina's scream shook the whole room.
Jiraiya's eyes were glued to her, his fingers curled up pinching her nipples, getting rougher and rougher. "She's clenching up, old man. That tight little cunt's about to milk you dry. You lucky bastard." Kushina clawed at the desk, scattering papers and almost knocking over a sake cup.
"I'm gonna cum, shit, I'm gonna cum," she gasped, face twisted in pure bliss. Sarutobi just kept pounding her, making her whole body bounce, the wet slaps echoing off the walls.
Sarutobi didn't waste a second. He slapped Kushina's ass so hard the desk shuddered and her hips jerked forward, mashing her leaking pussy down on his cock with a loud squelch. "What a fucking mouth," he growled, grinning up at her.
The old pervert licked up her neck, slow and nasty, then shot a look at Jiraiya. "Next time, Jiraiya, bring the gag. She's about to scream the whole village awake." He dug his fingers into Kushina's hips, knuckles white, and started jackhammering up into her like he was twenty again. The windows rattled from her howling.
"Holy shit, look at her take it," Jiraiya jeered, yanking Kushina's head back by her hair so every moan spilled out, raw and open-mouthed. His other hand was already up her kimono, squeezing and kneading her tits until Kushina trembled, her body shuddering under his touch.
He leaned in, eyes burning with hunger. "She's gonna squirt, old man, I'm calling it. Milk you for all you're worth." Kushina's hands clawed at the desk, sending paperwork flying and a pen skittering off the edge. Her nails raked the lacquered wood, leaving marks.
"Please, oh fuck, please let me cum, old man, I can't, I can't—" Her voice was a high, manic whine, face red and hair sticking to her cheeks. Every thrust from Sarutobi pushed her higher, her tits bouncing out of her kimono, the tips flushed and smeared with lipstick from earlier.
Jiraiya leaned in to suck one, biting down until Kushina screamed.
"Insolent girl, begging like a whore," Sarutobi snarled, but it only made her buck harder.
"Then punish me!" Kushina gasped, arched against their grip. "Make me cum like a slut, do it, do it—"
Sarutobi's eyes glittered mean and hot. He slammed her down and held her there, impaled, while Jiraiya's fingers worked faster, obscene, knuckle-deep. Wetness gushed out, running down the old Hokage's thighs and pooling on the chair. Kushina thrashed, whimpering, desperate for the release they kept dangling in front of her.
"Don't you dare finish before us," Jiraiya taunted, letting go of her hair just to smack her ass, so hard her whole body jerked forward.
Kushina couldn't help it. She came, violent and loud, grinding down on Sarutobi's cock and clamping so tight it must've hurt. Her wail bounced off the walls, shattering the quiet of the office. Sarutobi shoved up into her, hugging her close as his own orgasm hit.
Kushina's thighs were shaking, pussy still fluttering around the old man's cock, milking every drop.
Sarutobi slumped back into the Hokage's chair, breathing hard, his yukata hanging wide open. Kushina, red-faced and shaking, sank down onto his lap, her back pressed to his chest, her thighs trembling as she settled against him, his softening cock still buried deep inside her.
The door to the office creaked open.
Tsunade stood in the doorway, her silhouette blocking the light from the hall. For a second she looked ready to kill, fists balled at her sides, but then she just rolled her eyes and sighed, deep as the Hokage monument outside.
"Seriously? You can't keep it in your pants for one night?" She slammed the door shut, arms crossed under her monstrous tits, but there was a flush on her face and it wasn't just anger.
"At least try not to ruin my paperwork with your bodily fluids."
"Lady Hokage—" Kushina's voice was fucked out and trembling, but she looked Tsunade dead in the eye, leaking cum down her thighs and still perched on Sarutobi's lap like the messiest slut in the village.
"Sorry to use your chair, but it's so much comfier than the ones at home." She giggled, not even bothering to fix her kimono.
Jiraiya leered over Kushina's shoulder, catching Tsunade's gaze. "C'mon, Hime, don't act like you're not into it." He gestured at the extra chair, waggling his eyebrows. "We even left you a bottle." He lifted a half-full sake cup in salute, then licked his fingers clean with a filthy smirk.
Tsunade snorted, but her eyes lingered on Kushina's ruined body, the streaks of cum glistening in the candlelight, the way Sarutobi's cock was still twitching inside her. She couldn't stop staring, and her fingers drummed impatiently on the paperwork pile.
Tsunade's lips twisted into a sly, knowing smirk as she strutted over to the side table, her massive tits bouncing with every heavy step. She poured herself a tall cup of sake, the amber liquid sloshing over her fingers and dripping down her hand.
She sucked her fingers clean, one by one, her tongue sliding between each digit as her eyes zeroed in on Kushina's spread thighs. Her nipples stood out, hard and obvious beneath her thin top. Sarutobi just winked and kept Kushina stuffed to the brim with his cock. "That's why we keep you around, Tsunade. You always raise the bar."
"Fucking idiots," she muttered, but her free hand was already sliding down her stomach, fingers dipping under her waistband. She knocked back the drink and let the cup clatter to the floor, spreading her legs just enough to show off the wet patch soaking through her panties for everyone to see.
The night was just getting started. And now it was Tsunade's turn to take control.