The Traveling Pussy

Chapter 6: Ikibi’s Office

I couldn’t help but smile. I was so happy to find that this wasn’t a sick joke of Ino-Shika-Cho. I shouldn’t have doubted; it was strictly forbidden to wear an ANBU mask if you weren’t in ANBU. This was a known ANBU building although it was never clear what went on in it. Ibiki raised his eyebrows at me, as if he was surprised. My smile grew bigger, probably making me look like a grinning idiot. The mind games were about to begin. Well, I guess actually they had been going on for about two and a half hours already, but for me it felt like the beginning.

I shut the door behind me and looked to see if it had a lock or bolt. It had both. I flipped the lock and slid the bolt over. I turned around and leaned back against the door, sighed with pleasure, and licked my lips. He looked deliciously scary with his two diagonal scars across his face, sharply sculpted chin, grey uniform, and dark black coat. I hoped he would let me lick those scars slowly some day. Oh, god, what about the scars I couldn’t see? Everything but his face was covered from neck to toe. He was even wearing gloves. The black open coat had a ridiculously high collar that had to limit his field of vision a bit, but it did look cool how it framed his angular face.

Now this was a man. Oh, yeah, all man. He looked damn sexy, dominating this little office, and I’d bet he look even sexier and scarier in my feminine apartment with its pretty pink, white, and buttercream yellow color scheme. “Hey, want to go back to my place for some breakfast? I’ll cook,” I offered.

“Sit,” ordered Ibiki.

I was halfway to the closest chair when it occurred to me that maybe I shouldn’t start out so obedient. But he had a voice that just seemed to reach into your skull and speak directly to the reptilian part of the brain that controlled the oldest human emotions, the ones that made you fight or take flight and want to fuck. And his voice was speaking to all of those drives in me. And what a voice—rough, husky, powerful—a voice to be obeyed, a voice that could strip away your secrets and skin, sliding into your skull. Yummy . . . oh yeah, I squirmed as a shiver of fear and pleasure shook through me.

“Tell me about your vacation plans,” said Ibiki.

“Well, I was planning to try to get Gaara to fuck my brains out and maybe give me a little discipline, but I’ve decided I don’t really like sand so much, so I’d much rather spend the week with you,” I said, hoping to see that I was going to get lucky.

“That can be arranged,” Ibiki said in that hot voice of his without any change of facial expression at all.

Oh, god, I hated not knowing if I was making a fool of myself or not. But seriously, I had his attention now, so I might as well make an offer. “Oh, goodie, how about on this desk of yours? Or would you like me to get under that desk and get you in the mood? Or we could go back to the little blue room for some good table sex if you’re worried about messing up your fancy digs. “ My voice was getting that low, husky tone, it got when I was really aroused and breathing funny. My breasts were rising and falling pretty rapidly, and I was holding my mouth open a bit to help me get enough air. Oh please, oh please, oh please, I was thinking.

“Take your clothes off and stand on the desk.”

Oh, blessed stars in the heavens, oh thank you, oh thank you! My hands were shaking as I tried to undo my blouse’s buttons. Frustrated I just grabbed the neckline and tore down, ripping all the buttons off. The sound of the clothing tearing and the buttons pinging off the desk, hitting the furniture and floor, made me shake even more and moan a little. I was panting now. I unhooked my bra and tossed it on the floor. My nipples were seriously aroused and needy, and I stopped to close my eyes and feel myself up.

“Don’t make me wait,” said Ibiki.

My body shuddered suddenly in one of those little pre-orgasm spasms I often got. Oh lord, I might actually cum before I even finished getting undressed, and I bet that wasn’t going to be acceptable either.

I stood up, pushing back the chair, and shed all my gear and things. I didn’t bother to set them anywhere, just letting them fall anywhere. I kicked off my shoes and pulled down my pants and panties together. The only things left on my body were my leg bandages and my headband. I scrambled up on the desk and stood up to untie my forehead protector and throw it away. I could feel myself contracting a bit and a little liquid running down my inner thighs. I could smell my own arousal, I was so ready. I had pins and needles in my hands already. I turned around to look into the little blue room and bent down to undo my leg bandages. Of course I was giving Ibiki an excellent view of my ass, my little anus, and wet, open lips.

My hands were shaking so much I was having trouble getting the bandages off. I felt my hands seized and pulled back to the small of my back. The click of the handcuffs was loud in the room, as was my whimper. He didn’t bother to unwrap the leg bandages, but instead sliced them off with a kunai. I moaned and wiggled my butt back at him, a silent non-verbal plea for him to hurry.

A sharp painful slap on my ass made me quiver and moan again. I could feel more liquid sliding out of me and dripping down my thighs.

“Kneel,” said that voice I was now craving to hear and obey.

I knelt on the desk. A soft black blindfold went around my eyes, and I whimpered some more. “Head down on the desk,” ordered Ibiki. It felt a little scary to put my head down, my hands handcuffed behind my back, because I was worried I might miss the desk and fall in an inelegant sprawl on the desk. I didn’t want to make any mistakes. My forehead hit the desk hard, but the minor pain only made me shake and shiver again.

“Knees apart,” ordered Ibiki. The words and the immediate images they brought into my mind were so exciting, I pushed my legs together to wiggle a little and stimulate myself. A leather-gloved finger poked deep into my anus and jerked me down, forcing my legs apart. I let out a little scream and tossed my head back and pushed myself back to force that wonderful finger in as deep as it could go.

“Oh god, oh god, please, please,” I begged.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me, now, please, please, “ I begged.

Another finger thrust into my ass, and I moaned again pushing up and back to take them both in as deep as possible.

“And just where do you want to be fucked first?”

“Wherever it pleases you, Master Ibiki,” I said, truly not caring, just wanting a cock in me now.

The sound of urgent loud knocking at the office door made me cried out, “Oh no, no, please don’t stop.”

“Quiet,” ordered Ibiki, “Get under my desk now and stay still.” I felt myself picked up and placed on the floor, hands pushing me back under the desk. The person at the door was now slamming into it, breaking it open. I heard Ibiki’s chair move a little and then felt legs on either side of my body. I pushed my face forward till I could feel an erect cock against my forehead. The last penis I’d seen had been Kiba’s and over two months ago. Kiba had been into fucking, not oral sex, so I hadn’t licked or tasted cock for even longer than that. I was amazed and thrilled that Ibiki was hard for me.

The sound of the door breaking down made me have another set of sexual shivers. I rubbed my nose and lips against the penis straining against a soft pair of wool uniform pants. I tried to lick and bite through the fabric to get at what I wanted.

“Sir, sir, is there a problem? The suspect is no longer in the room,” said a rather nervous male voice that I didn’t recognize. I was glad it wasn’t Shino’s voice—although I was sure Shino would know why the door was locked, that didn’t mean he wouldn't want to interrupt my fun just for the hell of it. Ibiki’s cock was twitching a little at the attention I was giving it. He didn’t say anything. I thought about my clothes and weapons scattered all over the room and started blushing. I still kept my tongue moving against the wool of his pants, however.

“You will vacate this hall and secure the ends of the hallway, guards on each end. Unless the building is on fire, I don’t expect to see anyone interrupting me. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” came the prompt reply.

“And arrange to get a new door installed at 11 o’clock,” added Ibiki.

“Yes, sir,” I heard again. I had found the end of his penis now, despite my blindfold and handcuffed hands, and was doing my best to suck the head and stimulate it. When a hand fisted in my hair and jerked my head back, I moaned again. I didn’t care if the door-breaking nin had left or not. The sound of a zipper going down made me whimper, and then, at last, I had cock in me. Oh god, yes, I strained and slid my mouth down, opening my throat, and letting it slide back deep into me, stretching my throat, penetrating me completely. I wanted my lips to hit his pubic hair. I heard Ibiki moan, and I felt a burst of pleasure that I had pleased my new master.

I begin sucking him at a pace I knew I couldn’t keep up for long, but I was feeling so, so desperate to please. The hand jerked my head back. Then I was pulled up, bent over the desk, and that wet cock buried itself in my needing, twitching center. I think I screamed with pleasure at his first thrust, but I don’t really remember since I was cuming around that pounding hard stick of flesh that slammed into me again and again. I was shocked as I felt myself in that addictive, helpless, quivering of an orgasm. I never came this soon!

It was embarrassing, and I forced myself to be quiet and tried to hold it back. Normally my orgasms were the noisy type, particularly when I had a new lover who hadn’t yet told me to tone it down or to try to limit myself to just his name. I liked the ones that only encouraged me to really let my emotions out better, but I had no clue how Ibiki felt yet—about noise during female orgasm, that is. His cock felt awesome, and the waves of pleasure shaking me were strong and satisfying—exactly what I had been having trouble giving myself lately at home. Oh god, yea, thank heaven—I had been a bit worried that by not using it, I was losing it. Or that not having sex for so long meant I was turning frigid or something.

As more waves of pleasure took me and intensified my spasms, I bit my lower lip painfully and pulled against my handcuffs so that my wrists hurt. Yea, it sounds stupid and dumb, but I really wanted this to be good for Ibiki, too. I also had this history of losing interest in sex about ten minutes or so after I came. At about that point, I usually stopped having those blissful little after-orgasm quivers and tended to want to pee badly and crash. When I had to pee, I wasn’t really keen on waiting for somebody else’s orgasm. Fortunately if the sex had exhausted me enough, I didn’t mind since I knew that even if the guy had already cum, I would still need more time to motivate myself to move. I’d always made it to the pot in time to avoid a mess in the bed, but sometimes I pushed it.

Then pain helped me get more control over my body, but it still felt amazingly good. He was really going at it like a guy who hadn’t had sex in a long time. None of that slowing down and lingering, none of those lazy circles, or moments when only the cock tip was in and my lover was waiting for me to get so impatient that I would slam myself back on him. He was just fucking like he was going to cum any second, in and out, hard and fast. It was too much; he wasn’t going to stop, and I was going to die of pleasure. I felt another orgasm take me, and it was too intense to control. I just let it take over my body. I was screaming now—I don’t really remember since it was that intense of an orgasm, but I think it was sort something like, “Oh fuck yes, oh god, I’m cuming, god, yes, oh cum in me now, god-dammit, now, ohhhh, oh god, ohhhh.” Of course there had to be a lot more I shouted because it was one of those oh-my-fucking-god-it-can’t-last-any-more-I-think-I’m-dying sort of orgasms.

It was feeling so intense, I did sort of panic and think I was having a heart attack. I started thrashing and trying to pull myself away and to push him up and away with my cuffed hands. “No stop, please, I can’t take anymore, I’m dying,” I begged in between moments when I just couldn't do anything but scream and feel. But that cock kept coming, in and out, in and out. My whole body was a mass of sensation, my chest was starting to hurt, and my heart felt like it was going to explode. At the same time, wave after wave of incredible pleasure shook me. It really was too much, and I strained to take enough control of my body to push him away with my legs.

Then I felt a hand on my ass, and a thumb plunged into my asshole, holding me still so that cock could keep sliding out and slamming back into me. My orgasm went to another level I didn’t even know existed. I might have blacked out for a few minutes in fact. I liked to pay attention to how a guy sounds when he cums, but I when I first become conscious enough of other things than my body’s state, Ibiki was already cumming into me. He wasn’t shouting or making any noise, but the flood of sperm filling me indicated he was having fun despite the silence. His breathing also was now noisy enough to hear, and the few grunts I heard filled me with pride. I started focusing on making it better for him, getting control of my muscles down there to tighten and release at a fast pulse that usually made them scream for more. I got one, “Ah,” and his hand that wasn’t in my ass pushed under me and found my clit, and I lost it again.

I hadn’t known my body could cum for this long. Oh god, Ibiki was in a class all his own. He was the best, the very best, and I had slept with a lot of guys. I’d never worried about keeping count—I lost count when the number of my lovers hit the high twenties, and that had been back when I was seventeen or eighteen. There was no doubt in my mind that this was absolutely the best orgasm of my life. I rarely felt that way.

At some point, I noticed I didn’t have a cock in me anymore. Then I felt a soft cloth between my legs wiping me up. The touch of the cloth sent me off again. I was sort of embarrassed about that, but a little grunt of satisfaction made me feel free to say how I felt—“Oh fuck, I’m cuming again, you’re fucking lethal, oh yes, oh Ibiki, god Ibiki," I then just kept gasping out my private little code word for him, “Eye,” code of course for “I.” This was how I referred to him in my little notes and reports on my potential lovers that I made when at work on the gate. NIEL was another code I used, meaning Not In Eye’s League, but I was going to have relable everyone a Niel, I was sure. “Eye, eye, eye, you’re ruining me for anyone else,“ I moaned. “Oh god, Eye, you’re the best. Oh, yes, there, rub there.”

But suddenly I was flipped over on my back, and the blindfold was torn from my eyes. My legs were held spread, and nothing was touching me between my legs, but I was still cumming and throbbing although it was no longer at that dangerous level where I truly feared I would die.

He was still in his uniform, coat, gloves, and wearing his black scarf/forehead protector. He’d even cleaned up and put himself back in his pants, and for a weird moment I thought someone else had fucked me, and he had only watched. He didn’t look like a man that just fucked me silly and shot a shitload of sperm into me. I was naked, still handcuffed, and now the cuffs were digging into my back painfully, but I was still shaking in pleasure. My orgasm was forcing out of lot of his ejaculate on to the desk. But the intense, borderline emotional expression on his face was thrilling me. Ibiki was feeling emotions, some emotions, what I wasn’t sure.

“Tell me who Eye is now,” he growled out pushing his head down close to mine, staring into my eyes in a way that was suddenly, heart-stoppingly terrifying. I was confused and scared. “It’s you, it’s Eye for the letter I, for Ibiki, for Morino Ibiki, registration number 01093, born May 20, Blood type A, 193.5 cm, and 88 kg.” Oh god, he was an interrogation expert. I was spilling out facts at him about his life that indicated how often I had thought about him, how much I had studied him. I would say or do anything to make that angry look go away. He didn’t look like he believed me, and I started to cry. He looked like he might just kill me. “Please, please, don’t be mad, I need you," I begged. "Kiba says so, Ino says so, even Shikamaru and Chouji will tell you that that they told me to chase you. It’s Kiba’s fault; he was the one that said I need an expert to top me. Blame him, blame him! I tried to find someone else! I did, I did! I was going to try fucking sand boy, and I don’t even fucking like sand! It gets in your ass and crotch and hurts! I was trying not to come here, I was trying to leave you alone, oh god, oh god, please, please—“ And at that I was suddenly being kissed and fingers were thrust into my pussy and ass. I didn’t think I could cum again, especially when my back was being bruised and likely cut by a metal pair of handcuffs and my weight, but live and learn.

The fear, the pain, and the way that tongue was working my mouth immediately sent this orgasm to super intense. It didn’t take long for me to once again reach that hitherto unknown level, that level of sensation that freaked me out. This time I did pass out—as I was losing consciousness, I was convinced I was dying, but I didn’t really care—this was the way to go. I could die now; I'd never have a better orgasm. And then I slid into that state of blankness, and darkness closed over me.

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Thanks to my reviewers!!

Sorry I'm not good at taking your suggestions--this one sort of sprung to mind with an actual plot for a change. Clearly, however, a lot of people are interested in Slutty Sakura stories--hmmm, well I've already started a new Hinata and Sai story (not ready for the web), but I'll keep Sakura in mind! I don't know what I'm going to call the next chapter of this--I need to work on my Team Asuma story. I'm planning a Shikamaru voyeur/masturbation scene . . .

But seriously feel free to make any suggestions you want--they're all good inspiration even if they may not end up in this particular perversion of the Naruto world! Should I be mean and have Ibiki feel the need for a spy in Sand and do some Gaara sex after all? I was going for a more WAFFy-type BD tail, but that could be a interesting twist . . . (Hey, I know there's a typo in that last sentence, but it's a pretty funny Freudian slip, so I'll leave it for you who share my sense of humor).

Anywho, let me know if you have an opinion.

And special thanks to akasha, krickitat, Tsukashi, and Dominic Shade!!! You folks were awesome inspiration when the rating was a low of a 3, and I was thinking my type of tale might be better off just removed from here. Thanks!!!

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