Kage Sexbomb

"Naruto, do you take mission requests?"

"That's sudden. I would expect someone like you to know the answer already."

"Well you're the Hokage. But can the Hokage still take missions?"

"I can go on missions, but only ones I issue to myself. The Hokage has to be the final authority for the military, and there can be none he takes orders from. Legally speaking, it's an act of treason otherwise. So I would commit treason against myself."

"I see."

"Don't look like that. Just ask me whatever it is. I'll do it as a favor."

"Then in this case, it's a request of my lifetime Hokage-sama."

"Hey, those words aren't a joke to me you know?"

"I know better than most. Help me Naruto. My wife needs a man."

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The cold stone floor was uncomfortable to kneel on. And yet Ino felt completely at home.

The cock in her mouth was far too much for any woman to handle. And yet she could not imagine stopping.

Her jaw ached just from taking his girth. She could barely breathe while having it press up against her throat.

But the cock was stationary. It was she that was cramming it into her mouth.

Yamanaka Ino was the one that tried again and again, over and over, to force the shaft of a mystery man down her throat.

So she could hardly blame the man the cock belonged to. And actually he wasn't a mystery man.

But in the heat of the moment, Ino didn't think of any of those things.

Fucking fuck. She thought. You're too big, you bastard. You're too hot, and hard. How much lust do you have? Are my lips so sweet for you? Does my tongue feel that good?

Am I such a woman? You came three times. Three you fucking adulterous, cheating, magnificent asshole. And your cock's just so fucking big and hard, and ready for me.

It's not fair. You're not fair!

You're doing this to me! You're making me betray my vows.

She thought angrily, though it only made her throat feel more parched.

Cum. Just cum for me already. Doesn't your stamina have a limit? I'm sucking for my life here. I'm suffocating on this massive pussy splitting fuck stick you call a cock!

Gaaaawd. You're so!

Ino moaned desperately as she hotly slid her pink lips up and down the shaft.

She regretted only her lack of technique. Old rivalries with Sakura, dormant these recent years, did flare up again.

Sakura had somehow sunk her face onto this cock as if it were nothing.

No, she made it look as if life were far harder to live every other moment of the day, when she didn't have cock lovingly slurped half way down her chest.

And Ino wanted that. She wanted to prove that she was better in bed than forehead girl. That she was hot. That she was a fuckable object of sex and desire.

A nymph. A succubus.

A woman.

Her husband didn't give her that. It wasn't about getting hard.

She didn't even reflect in his eyes.

Those lonely feelings buried in her heart were being aired out now. Her man didn't want her, well this cock sure as hell did.

And she didn't want that to ever stop.

And she wanted to deserve that.

And oh, it was such a delicious experience. A towel wrapped around her waist, kneeling with her legs on either side of a passed out cum whore, watched by the wife of the man who's shaft she was bathing with her tongue.

Anyone could walk in on her at any moment. A stranger. An acquaintance of Sai. And word could get back to him. Her marriage would be shattered. She'd lose the man whom she honestly considered her best friend and partner.

Her heart was racing.

And his cock was just so perfect. The scent was heady and distracting. The taste, of him, and other women, all mixed together. Oh, a taste she might only have once in her life. She was alive.

She saw the shaft glisten with her slutty saliva, it's veiny glory pulsing as if demanding something, and she was proud. She worked the exposed portion she couldn't quite shove in her mouth with her delicate fingers. And she felt privileged.

Yamanaka Ino, barely able to breathe as she moaned around a cock that was not her husband's, was fucking alive. She was free.

She was almost able to cum, just rocking her hips in the air, from the raw sensuality of it.

She wasn't even sure. She might have done so, when she felt the massive fuck tool in her mouth jump and spray cum down her throat.

Ino groaned at the heavenly taste. She whimpered as she was overwhelmed by the volume, and with a flash of insight she pulled away reluctantly.

Strangely it was then when she finally had misgivings. Somehow, it seemed more wrong than ever to kneel there and take another man's seed on her face. To bathe in it. To worship a cock in that way.

As if it were somehow more of a betrayal than merely sucking a cock.

A pain in her heart, and an expectant grin on her face, Yamanaka Ino opened her mouth and tilted her head back, and relished in the feeling of hot cum splashing onto her face. Branding her. Dripping down her chin and marking her breasts, too.

The musky, wonderful cum tasted heavenly. The exact taste she couldn't pin down. The scent, too, was wonderful beyond anything she'd known. But that she couldn't pin down either.

Sour, sweet, spicy?

Ah. It was right.

It tasted… right.

Ino wondered if she had cum. If she had squirted her girl juice all over the ass of her passed out, cum filled friend.

She wondered if it even mattered. That was how blissfully fulfilled she felt.

She had thought Sakura bathing in a similar way had been the most wanton display she'd ever seen. And it was.

But it was very natural. Ino had copied her without even thinking consciously.

It was right.

The cock that had changed her life so, withdrew. And through the hole came words that shocked her. "Don't you dare swallow. Show me."

Ino froze.

Ino, at once, came back to her senses. The fantasy dream came crashing down.

Her hands shook in fear, still cupped beneath her chin, as the earth jutsu wall came down.

Uzumaki Naruto stepped through, and stomped once more, raising the wall completely.

Then he looked over to her with a scowl.

Ino realized how this must look.

She was ashamed. A man stared at her, angrily, cock visibly swaying through the small slit in his waist towel. He stalked towards her.

And Ino felt insignificant. She felt like a deer that had gotten too close to a lion.

Her mouth was still full of his cum. What could she say? What could she do?

Against all reason, she felt as if she had taken advantage of him.

By giving him a blowjob.

She felt as if she had stolen a right. After all, he hadn't been able to see her.

She was ashamed. He was friends with her husband. Would he tell? Would he be angry on Sai's behalf? What would he say? What would he do to her?

She shivered.

The feel of him on her skin was sinking into her mind. Her thoughts were getting skewed.

Oh… if he spanked her.

Oh… she'd been so bad though.

He looked mad. He looked so dangerous when he was mad. She couldn't oppose him. There was no way she could even run. She didn't stand a chance.

The violence would be so sweet, if it was from this particular man. Her mind wasn't sure, but her body was ready for it.

Naruto roughly grabbed the cheating woman by her jaw and inspected her. "Swallow it."

Of all the things Ino had thought he could have said, that was by far the most unexpected.

And the most perfect.

Ino stared into her man's eyes…

No. She was married. She had a man, and it wasn't Uzumaki Naruto.

Oh, but…

A growl began to work up her man's throat, and Ino snapped to attention. Cerulean eyes met, and Ino was more trapped by that gaze than by any threat of violence. And she pursed her lips together around the pool of warm cum in her mouth. That precious package, she swallowed gently. She felt it's heat slide down her throat and coat her insides.

She thought she had felt branded when she had received the cum of a man on her face. No, her chin held tightly and her gaze held sternly, feeling hot down to the depths of her stomach, now she felt branded on the inside.

Ino opened her mouth wide to show her man that she had completed his task. She had sucked her teeth clean of his precious cum. She had dutifully savored every drop.

Would he berate her at last? Slap her face and call her a slut? Walk away in disappointment, find Sai, and see her divorced?

Conversely.

Would he call her a slut and push her to the ground? Would he complain that she hadn't been able to suck him properly, grab her by the ponytail and fuck his massive cock down to the base?

And all the things her wild imagination came up with paled to what he said next.

"I thought you were better than this." Naruto said roughly. "But you were just another cum starved slut waiting to be pushed around. I'm so disappointed. I'm so damn!" Naruto said with a raising voice, and the next thing Ino knew she was thrust by the neck into the wall. "Disappointed! Damnit!"

A harsh slap rocked the blond woman's body.

Ino's world spun. She was many things in her life. Many of those things were civilized and, indeed, quite classy. She had taste. She was an heiress, in her own fashion.

She had been a diva in the academy. Keeping up with the latest trends. Always holding her princess attitude. Seeming superior. Seeming unattainable.

Look but don't touch.

A tactic to drive boys wild for her. A way to wrap boys around her finger.

Look but don't touch.

Even with her husband. She hadn't fucked Sai until her wedding night.

In retrospect, perhaps a mistake.

But it had to be. She was high-class. She was in charge. She was a venus fly trap that boys begged to boss them around.

She wasn't used to being spanked or slapped. It wasn't normal.

She was… she was…

Naruto spanked her poor princess ass so good she was drooling.

He tanned her ass with his angry strikes.

She was a slut.

She could feel herself press her ass backwards into the stinging palm of her man – no, the man – her rapist – oh fuck, who was she kidding?

He was her man. She had a husband and now, months later, she finally had a man.

She could feel herself press her tight ass back into condemning slaps of the man who had been – until very recently – only in the distant orbit of her life.

"I stood there and saw you married!" Naruto growled while spanking her punitively. "After I sent Sakura down the isle with fresh cum drooling down her leg, I thought you would be better! Didn't you give all those speeches? Didn't Sai say, he finally found someone to light up his empty heart? You stupid bitch!"

She felt the mahogany of the wooden wall of the bathhouse on her chest as she felt herself rock into the wood with every harsh slap. It stung. It hurt. She deserved it. She couldn't fight him anyways. He was too strong. She could feel that in every inch of her body. From his threatening grip on her neck – far from tight – she could still feel the prominence of him. The futility of resistance.

This – whatever this was – was happening. She had no say at all. The wild instinct inside of her told her that there was nothing but obedience for the smart choice.

She could still taste his cum on her mouth. She was still breathing it in with every pant. Her sweet cries of pain were far from convincing.

She felt her ass be tanned. She felt the vibrations rock through her body, and tickle her womb.

And something jostled in her. Something came even further loose.

And she knew – she just knew – she was going to be fucked if she did nothing. Raped. She had no choice.

It was going to happen. She was going to love it. It was going to be the best time of her life, and her worst failure.

But she was finally going to be full of cock, and that thought alone seemed more important than anything else.

She felt the heat of his massive cock fall onto her stinging cheeks and she almost groaned and came.

In pure futility, she made the token gesture of covering her drooling pussy with her delicate fingers. This fragile guird was all of nothing to a man like Uzumaki Naruto. He'd rip it aside, she thought hotly, and ram his massive cock in to the base.

But it was a symbolic guard. She felt the cold sting of her wedding band against her hot pussy lips. A sobering thought. She suddenly remembered just how wrong it was.

Sai hadn't done anything wrong to her. He had been a good man.

No, wait.

No, not at all.

Sai had been a good husband.

He had not been a man.

"Good. Stop me." Was the unexpected demand she heard next.

Ino looked over her shoulder at the towering man behind her. She was briefly distracted once more, to notice his perfectly sculpted form. His body shone in the steam and the afternoon light, and Ino could swear that the sight alone would be almost enough to make her cum, and blinked dumbly.

"Stop me, Ino." Naruto demanded, a pained expression creeping onto his face. "Be the one woman in this village I can't just walk up to and **** into obedience. Stand for something better than fleshy needs. Be good enough for Sai – he could use a good girl. And I… I could use a woman I can't tame into another fresh slut. It's hard for me too! The biology of it works both ways. All these women with instincts of submission to my strength, and me, every day seeing these women as nothing but sluts to have their weakness to be dominated. Fertile receptacles for my seed. I don't want to hurt Sai either, Ino. And you're so hot and ready." He said with a pant. "I used to stare at you and Sakura, fawning over Sasuke, and curse his damn emo luck. Your pretty pigtail that I just want to hold as I ride you. I see you and I imagine a womb swelling with my seed. I can see your tummy distend as you carry my child in you, a comely and fit bitch. A healthy little slut – a little feisty, but fun to bring to heel. Stop me Ino."

Ino stared.

He wants me to… wait...

He wants me?

A deep neglected part of her whimpered in emotional hope.

He can't hold himself back, that behemoth of a man.

For all his power, he's too much of a man – a fucking stud – a fucking breeding ready alpha male.

I'm such a ready, willing, comely, fertile cunt. I stole a position sucking his cock. Yes, I'm coated in his scent already.

I'm… I'm not a wallflower. I'm not an asexual thing that he can't get hard for. Sai, you bastard. Why couldn't you do that for me? If only you were here. If only you fulfilled me. Instead I was left aching far beyond our peers.

Every day I felt a little more empty. A little more undesirable.

But I'm a woman.

I'm a female.

I'm to be desired. Hunted down. Taken. Owned.

A supple blond nymph with a tiny, juicy cunt. A little mare to be broken in by a raging stallion.

Oh. Naruto… this beautiful man. This perfect example of the masculine condition.

He must want me – need me – so bad.

That idea. The concept that he needed her as much as she so hotly needed him, wedged in Yamanaka Ino's mind.

She felt herself getting lost in those wild eyes. That angry gaze, at war with it's own passion.

Ino forgot all about her husband. She only saw the man with the peircing blue eyes, the muscles glistening in the Onsen dew, and a manhood that put all fantasies to shame.

Ino felt the fingers guarding her faithfulness pressed down into her tender pussy flesh and spread her labia apart. She pulled her hole invitingly wide, letting her juices drip onto the back of the passed out Sakura and exposing herself wantonly with a little triangle of fingers.

"You whore." Naruto said in disappointment.

Ino shivered at those words. She felt them, rather than hear them, really.

She felt it resonate inside of her, and as she looked over her shoulder, she shortly nodded her head.

In the next moment, the impossibly hot, massive cock pushed into her equally steaming pussy.

The girth was far beyond Ino's expectation – which felt very appropriate for such a man.

She could feel her entrance spreading wide to accommodate him. She could feel him sliding past her fingers. She could – trapped in the moment of being taken – almost trace every angry vein in his throbbing cock.

Ino gasped weakly as she shuddered in orgasm, collapsing against the wall. She felt her world melting away as he forced himself steadily into her.

She forgot all about her vows, her oaths, and her promises.

Her standards. Her morals. Everything she stood for.

There was no room in her body for that and the cock. So they had to go, because the cock was here to stay.

She needed it. She had to have it. Forever, and ever, she realized.

She felt her breasts crush into the wall. She felt her body's sweat and the steam from the bath mingle. As she came, she felt every small little thing in the world as her mind inscribed this moment forever. Ino's face turned to the side, her face smushed into the wall by the weight of her man's most singular thrust. Her cheek pressed against the grain of the wood, she felt the cool touch of her golden wedding band on her forced-wide cunt. She would remember that sinful metallic feel forever. The feel of her wedding band grazing another man's cock as she was premaritally forced wide open – rubbing even on its way into depths she had never know that she needed filled.

Ino would remember her own groans forever. Half moans, and half scream, she made the sounds that only cum slaves could make. Utter satisfaction laced her panting, hoarse groans of fuck fulfillment.

Oh.

Ouuuuuuuh.

It just… it just keeps going. His cock just doesn't – doesn't.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

Oh my fucking holy fuck god.

She could feel him, every inch, stretching her beyond her limits. Pushing her higher. Farther.

"Is this what you wanted? A nice big cock?! Are you happy now, bitch?!"

"Yes!" Ino wheezed. "God, yes!"

It's so good! He's so deep!

How is he doing this to me? How am I even taking him?

It was beyond her understanding. She felt as if he was taking her somewhere completely new.

It was as if her body had never been designed for this level of pleasure, and he was redesigning it.

His firm grasp on her hip. His hand taking commanding hold of her signature pigtail. His virile shaft digging a little deeper into her depths with every rock of his hips.

He pushed past what she thought was what made her full – and forced her to realize that her husband had never made her full. Indeed, she had never been full in her whole, entire life.

The thought flittered through her mind, and frightened her.

But any thought at all was brief as Naruto's hot cock continued to fuck her senseless.

Only hazy waves of ecstasy remained as she bucked her hips against her man.

Her man.

He filled her so perfectly, after he stretched her to accomidate. Yes. Yes he molded her to his cock. He changed her, to take his whole girth, somehow. He made her pussy – her greedy little pussy – gape for him with it's hot need. Her slippery canal was a tight and eager fit, but he made it work. He stretched her, and gave her more of herself. He scraped against every hidden recess. Her G-spot was on overload. In her delirium, she felt as if her womb itself descended eagerly. As if it inched forwards with prying open lips and a hot soggy kiss for newfound lover.

Which she knew well and good to be a medical impossibility.

But oh, she was senseless in lust.

She made no sense at all with her words as she madly and happily cried out whatever he wanted to hear.

Anything to have him keep fucking her. Her voice replied subconsciously, and truly. For she was truly and utterly obedient.

If he would just fuck her. If he would just not ever stop, she would be anything he wanted.

"Are you happy, you cheating slut?!"

"Yes! Yes!"

"You stupid bitch!"

"Yes!"

Naruto fucked her angrily. Ino felt her already spanked red ass cheeks slapped when his hips met hers.

And far from shying from the sting, the Yamanaka princess thrust against her stud with a passion. He was taking her from behind, like a rutting animal. And she couldn't see him, so constantly pressed into the wall. But she felt him so deeply, it didn't matter. She couldn't kiss him – oh, she wanted to – but she would get a kiss if he decided she earned it. And she had his cock. Oh, how his cock kissed her little womb. How his thick beast plunged to her depth and nuzzled against the back of her. Her mind went blank on several occasions. Her limbs which were already weak with pleasure nonetheless found power to move. She threw herself into the pleasure that swallowed her whole.

And she panted like a rutting animal as she was fucked summarily senseless.

"God! Fucking God Fuck Shit, God!" Ino gasped breathlessly. "Oh God!"

"Tell him." Naruto growled, moving aside the small cap. It revealed the glory hole Ino was now so familiarized with. "Scream through the fucking hole you started this all with. You sucked my cock through that hole, now tell your husband what you're doing!"

Ino felt a pang of pain in her heart. A twinge of regret, and shame, and utter embarrassment.

And she came harder than ever.

She felt her lips press up to the hole, with her tongue lolling out from the pleasure of being fucked so deeply.

And that pain became sick pleasure, because it was a mark of how far she would go. How far he could make her go.

How utterly she was now his bitch.

She messily groaned out the words to the man she couldn't see.

Naruto egged her on, and Ino continued to writhe and buck, and cum onto his cock.

She began to feel a little ache in her depths, despite being so lovingly full at last. How could something be missing when everything was so perfect?

Oh, she knew.

She dizzily remembered Sakura scratching at her abdomen absently.

Yessss. Ino thought. Yes. I need his cum inside of me.

It frightened her when she realized how much it was so, and that it might not come to pass.

He fucked her so hard, and already it felt like he had been pounding orgasm after orgasm out of her quivering flesh. But he was still raging hard and commandingly in control of himself.

Such a man. She whimpered in the back of her throat when she thought of the extent of him.

Would she even make him cum before she lost all strength? Did she have to deserve it? Earn it?

She didn't know how this worked.

She knew how it worked with Sai – with her 'husband'.

But not with the man fucking her now. Not with a man like Naruto.

She knew it couldn't be so equal. She had to… she had to earn it.

"Did I tell you to stop, slut!" Naruto growled, slapping her ass. "Tell your husband how you need me! Which of us is better?!"

Ino groaned as her master's words accompanied a perfectly deep thrust.

"I'm... Ohhhh... fuck... fucking... I'm fucking your... ah! Sai, I'm fucking your best friend! Sai, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm just a bitch! I'm a bitch for him! I'm a slut! Naruto-sama is making me a dirty, dirty whore! Your best friend is soooo much bigger than you! He's stretching - Oouuugh! Stretching me oouuuut! Oh God! Oh God! My pussy's on fire! My cunt is being reshaped by his cock!" Ino moaned. "I won't be able to feel your little dick anymore!" She gasped. "I won't be able to notice when you put your limp dick inside! Because he's so fucking! He's soooo fucking BIG! And he's fucking me so gooood! I'm his bitch, Sai, I'm his bitch, I'm his bitch! God yes, fuck yes, it's so fucking good I'm gonna die!" Ino screamed madly in lust. "He's... fucking... guh... so... so good. He's just soo goooood! Ouhhhh.... He's so... He's so, so, so much better than you. He's so thick. He's so long! He's so hard. He's so strong. He's so handsome. He's so pushy. He's so demanding. He's so mean to me! He's so controlling. He's got so many more women at his beck and call. He's such an animal! He's such a fucking stud. I can't help it. I can't help it. I'm sorry. He's so fucking biiiig! Fuck me. Fuck me, Fuck me baby just fuck meeee!"

She panted that through the glory hole amidst her screams of pleasure.

He had a nice, hard cock that made her whole.

He was rutting her like an animal, and like an animal she submitted.

She couldn't resist. How could her weak little frame do more than bend over and shudder and be taken? It wasn't her fault. It wasn't her fault that she needed it so bad.

She felt so amazing. It was so fucking good.

Naruto was such a man, he was so deep in her. Her husband, she was sorry, had never stretched her. And Naruto stretched her so very, very much. To her new limits. He was a perfect fit. It was made to be.

She was sorry, she was such a slut. She was such a whore that wanted to be paid in cum and cock. She needed a man to own her body and soal. It hurt her so badly not to be owned, and she was so happy and pleased, and honored to be Naruto's new conquest.

To be a slave to his desires. To bear his child. To wait on his every whim.

"You're mine?!" Naruto demanded.

"Yes! Ah! Aaahn! I'm – I'm yours! Please! Pleash let me be yours!"

Ino realized she earned it.

She felt her master yank her upright by her hair. Her back was arched as her pussy ached with his cock. She felt his hard chest on her back. Finally, she was allowed to see his face once again, however briefly, before her eyes fell shut when he kissed her possessively.

Her fingers had never stopped holding herself open for her master, but her other hand flew up to grab weakly at his messy blond hair. She never wanted him to stop. She wanted him to stay forever.

It was so perfect, but was even better as she felt his cock jerk inside of her and a blissfully warm flood of cum spread out inside of her.

Ino screamed, her back arching into her lover as she mindlessly bucked in her peak of peaks. Her body twitched in ecstasy. Her hips felt hot. Her womb felt… quenched. Her carefully manicured fingers dug trenches wherever she could lay her hands, as her body sought outlets to express the depth of intensity she felt.

She couldn't scar her man, oh no. She could barely leave little red marks of pressure on his skin. But she clawed at the wall when he pressed her body into it, his hands on her pert breasts as he rocked his hips back and forth gently.

She came and came, drowning in a hot sea, screaming out cries of 'Master!' and 'Naruto-sama!' and 'Ouuuh!' and above all 'Thank youu!'

And at last, she blacked out, unthinking of how her husband must have heard her cum for another man over and over.

She blacked out, only knowing the warmth of her man's embrace. His hard, but constant embrace.

So possessive, with his rough hands mauling her pert little breasts that were now his. His chapped lips tracing the contours of her neck, that was now his.

Her pussy was full to overflowing. Her poor cunt had never been so filled. Her belly distended visibly by the volume of his hot seed. He was so virile.

And her last fading thoughts were on how she was certainly drooling the cum of a man who was not her husband, all over her best friend who was also stuffed with the cum of the same man who was not her husband either.

And she thought, dimly, that this was real life at last.