The Traveling Pussy

Chapter 26: Gaara’s Invitation

The next day I was exhausted. Ibiki hadn’t been kidding about giving me those spanks after filling me with cum. Then he’d wanted a blow job. I was pretty sure that was because of his stupid idea the other day to chain me to a table and have me give other—beings—some good head. The reason for the wrists cuffed up to my collar was pretty clear once we got to the oral sex—I could touch his penis and testicles a little when he wanted, but also wasn’t free to touch anywhere I wanted.

He undid all the belts after he filled my throat with cum, and I was sort of looking forward to bed, but he was in the mood for anal sex now—going for the trifecta. I was a little worried because I really was feeling tired and not in the mood—was this a sign my old problem of losing interest in a guy after a while was resurfacing?

But after he’d told me he was going to fill my ass with cum, too, he set me down on the platform to just relax and watch as he slowly stripped for me. I was already feeling back in the mood after that show, but he just sat on the black fur-covered platform and pulled me on his lap. He licked my ear and began whispering the dirtiest things in it as he smoothed lube all over both of us. It was one of those lubes with painkiller in it, and the sting on my butt and the soreness in my breasts went away. By the time he finally started stretching my ass, I was kissing and licking his scars.

He lay down and had me slid down on him, his fingers playing with my clit and vagina as I rode him. Embarrassingly I got tired out before either of us were close to cumming. We shifted so I was lying on my back, my legs over his shoulders. Afterwards, we fell asleep dirty and naked in the basement.

But neither of us had anywhere to go in the morning, so we showered and ate, and then went upstairs and just lay on what was becoming “our” bed. I told him about my day yesterday and, after he told me not to ask about his, told him my new idea for a career and raised the idea of a party.

When Ibiki baulked at the idea of a big party, I brought up the idea of adopting one or more of “my” orphans. Needless to say, we are having a party in four weeks. I was hoping for something sooner, but Ibiki tricked me into agreeing to a month wait by playing with my body and distracting me. After lunch, Ibiki had to work on some reports, and I went shopping for invitation cards and to order some flowers for Ibiki. He just told me he was meeting with the Hokage tomorrow morning in her office, so I planned to have Ino’s shop deliver them there. Tsunade would get a kick out of it, too.

I was disappointed when I got to Ino’s shop that she wasn’t there. Her mother doesn’t like me either, so I got in and out of there as fast as possible. As I was leaving the shop, a flower arrangement in a white vase marked with a bright red kanji “love” caught my eye. It made me think of Gaara. A wicked, wicked idea came to mind—if I sent off an invitation to Gaara and his siblings today, they would have time to make arrangements to come to the party. They wouldn’t come, but it was likely they’d sent a letter declining the invite. I wanted to tease Ibiki with that note.

I went to the nearest café and sat down to dash off my invitation. After I had mailed it, I started having all these fantasies about Ibiki, Gaara, and I spending some quality time in the basement. I'd never done two guys at the same time. I'd always wanted to have a cock in my pussy and my ass at the same time. When I walked into a light post, I decided I better stop thinking about. Once I tried to focus on the real world again, I started feeling guilty about having those fantasies. But soon it occurred to me that some fictional variation of my fantasies could be my first novel plot. I decided to head to a porn shop to check out the various publishers of pornography and erotica, my potential future employers. Gosh, no wonder Jiraiya had spent years doing nothing but write those Icha, Icha novels. As a career, writing dirty novels doesn't give you the moral satisfaction that being a ninja does, but it sure is a lot more fun.