Chapter 3 - After Hours Temptation Part-3
Minato was used to late-night summons, but he wasn't ready for the sounds coming from the Hokage's office tonight.
He was halfway down the hall when he heard a woman's scream, wild and desperate. He froze, recognizing Kushina's voice, but she wasn't calling for help. She was begging for more, her words filthy and raw. Minato's cheeks burned as he crept closer, thinking it had to be a genjutsu or a mistake, but the closer he got, the clearer it was.
He heard Jiraiya, laughing and making dirty jokes. Sarutobi's voice was low and smug. And Kushina, his own wife, moaning and pleading for every nasty thing she could get.
He should have walked away. Instead, he cracked the door and peeked inside.
What he saw would haunt his dreams.
Kushina was bent over the desk, hands splayed, her kimono bunched at her waist, ass up in the air while Sarutobi pounded her from behind. She pushed back on every thrust, moaning louder, even as Jiraiya grabbed her hair and shoved his cock down her throat.
Jiraiya held her head, forcing her to choke on him, while he winked at Sarutobi. "She sucks better than a leech, old man. You wanna switch holes?"
"Plenty of time," Sarutobi grunted, never stopping.
Minato's heart thudded so loud he was sure they'd hear. His cock was already hard, throbbing in his pants with every slap of flesh. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't.
Tsunade was sprawled in a chair, legs wide, one hand squeezing her tits and the other working her pussy.
"Fuck yes, choke on that cock," she hissed, eyes never leaving the scene. "You like being used like a whore, don't you, Kushina?" Every time Kushina gagged, Tsunade moaned, "That's it, take it deeper."
When Sarutobi's palm cracked against Kushina's ass, Tsunade's fingers plunged harder. "Spank that slutty ass raw," she commanded, her own juices dripping onto the chair.
It was filthy, like something out of Jiraiya's nastiest book. But it was also weirdly beautiful: four of the village's strongest, sweating and fucking like animals.
Minato watched as Sarutobi yanked Kushina up, slamming her on the desk face-up. He spread her legs, slapped her pussy, and lined up for another go. Jiraiya climbed up, shoved his cock between her tits, and made her squeeze them around him.
"Such a good slut," Jiraiya praised. "You want my cum? Beg for it."
Kushina's eyes were crazed, her breath ragged as she begged, "Please, cum in my mouth. I want to swallow every drop. Cover my face, make sure my husband knows what a filthy slut I am."
Minato reeled. The thought that she was thinking of him right now made his cock twitch and his stomach turn.
Tsunade came next, biting her lip as she watched Kushina get used by both men. She pulled Jiraiya in for a kiss, then shoved his face into her tits, smothering him. He groaned like it was the best thing ever.
Sarutobi slammed into Kushina, making her scream. "That's it, make the whole Tower hear you. I want every Chunin to know who makes you cum."
Jiraiya pulled out and sprayed Kushina's face with thick cum, some landing on her tongue, the rest streaking her cheeks and hair. She licked it up, grinning, and turned to Sarutobi, who was still going hard. She reached down, spread herself open, hungry for more.
Minato almost lost it. He gripped the doorknob until his hand hurt, sweat pouring down his face. His cock pulsed with every thrust in the office.
Sarutobi finished with a guttural groan, slamming himself deep inside. "Take every drop," he commanded as Kushina's pussy overflowed onto the desk.
Tsunade laughed wickedly, straddling the edge and pulling Kushina up. "My turn to taste that mess," she purred, smashing their mouths together in a sloppy kiss.
"Mmm, you taste like you've been passed around the ANBU barracks," Tsunade moaned, lips pressed against hers. Then she grabbed Sarutobi's softening cock, smirking.
"The great Professor, still leaking lessons," she teased, dragging him across her heavy tits before taking him into her mouth.
"Even the Hokage's cum belongs to me," she mumbled, sucking every last drop from him with shameless authority.
Jiraiya was already getting hard again, watching the women go at it. "Told you nobody parties like Team Sarutobi," he hooted, slapping Tsunade's ass.
Tsunade turned her head and, for a second, locked eyes with Minato through the cracked door. She smiled, slow and predatory, tongue flicking over the cum on her lips.
"Look at you, so desperate to be filled," she called, voice husky as she stroked Kushina's hair. "Standing out there trembling... when you could be in here taking what you need."
He couldn't move. Could barely breathe.
Tsunade takes center stage, filthy and glorious, never breaking eye contact with Minato even as she slams Kushina down on the edge of the desk.
The Hokage's ass is bare, jiggling with every vicious thrust of her fingers. She groped Kushina's tits, pinching and twisting until the redhead screams and squirts across the desk—again—so hard it splashes the paperwork and soaks Sarutobi's robes.
Kushina was a frenzied mess, legs spread wide, licking her lips clean from Jiraiya's cum and still whining for more. She squirmed under Tsunade's hold, her mouth latching onto the blonde's nipples with a crazed, animal hunger, while her hand shoved up between Tsunade's own thighs.
The two of them ground against each other like wild beasts, their bodies slick with sweat, spit, and sex, grabbing at each other's hair and flesh with no hint of mercy.
Jiraiya and Sarutobi howl at the show, egging them on. "Go on, Kushina, milk those legendary tits!" Jiraiya whoops, stroking himself with both hands as he leers. "Bet you can't get the Hokage to scream, you little brat!"
Sarutobi's breathing is heavy, eyes glazed, cock already swelling again as he shoves a bundle of sticky notes off the desk to clear space. "You're both disgraceful," he growls, but his voice is thick with pride.
Tsunade grabs Kushina's wrists and slams them over her head, pinning her flat on her back and mounting her face with zero shame. "Worship your Hokage, slut," she snarls, grinding her dripping cunt across Kushina's hungry mouth.
"Drink every drop." Kushina moans, hands fisting the air, licking and sucking for all she's worth. Tsunade throws her head back, howling, her thighs quivering around Kushina's head.
Minato stands frozen in the doorway, unable to breathe, cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He can't look away. He sees every detail—the way the sweat glistens on Tsunade's abs, the obscene stretch of
Kushina's lips around the Hokage's mound, the clumsy way Jiraiya fists his cock, leaking down his own fist, the animalistic delight in Sarutobi's face. He's going to remember this forever.
He realizes, distantly, that he's not the only one watching. In a window across the way, a faint shadow lingers—someone else spying on the orgy, just as transfixed as he is. It hardly matters. There's nothing sacred here anymore, only raw, shameless pleasure.
Minato just watched. He knew he'd never forget this night.