The Price of a Portrait and its Privacy

In preparation for the final stretch of this longwinded story, here's the next chapter!

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            “That’s odd.”

            No odder than a visitor taking an account of their hostess’s room, but Hinata allowed it on the basis of comradery.  Besides, it wasn’t like Sakura-san was actively snooping; just merely catching a glimpse of something her trained eyes recognized at the bedside.

            “Are you or Naruto having insomnia?”

            Hinata cocked her head somewhat, curious about this specific question.  “Insom…?  No,” she blurted, though was saddened to admit that she couldn’t speak for her husband.  She was always asleep before him lately.  But Sakura’s questioned begged the follow-up of “Why?”

            “Oh, it’s nothing,” said Sakura dismissively waving her hand.  “That hibiscus”—She gestured—“is a pretty rare plant from Iwagakure.  Master Tsunade always tried for a trade deal to get them imported, but the former Tsuchikage was very stub…”  She caught herself suddenly, and then laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of her head as she remembered her manners.  It was the past, and Ohnohki had since grown lenient.  Hinata seemed interested all the same; at least about the flower.  “Master Tsunade wanted them because its pollen could help patients rest.  Heh.  It acts as a natural sedative, and works best if you’re not aware of it, so I guess I shouldn’t have said anything, huh?”  Sakura gestated a little, Hinata unsure if she was really contrite or not.

            Since marrying Sasuke, she had been a bit… off… in motivations.  She seemed very sweet at times, but there just seemed to be instances where it was like she was actively trying to make people uncomfortable or plain unhappy.  Misery loves company, after all, and Sasuke left Sakura with plenty.

            Of course, merely speculation, and Hinata – while swallowing a lump in her throat – wouldn’t entertain the idea.  She invited Sakura in after seeing her wandering the roadways with no particular direction.  “Just wanted to get out of the house,” Sakura had laughed, mentioning it was too quiet when Sarada was out with Chocho.

            “The Nikko hibiscus,” Sakura called the flower they were both looking at.

            Hinata pursed her lips and thought of the one who had given her such a rare plant, and often.

            But Sakura placed her hand on her shoulder and merrily told her, “It’s a good gift to relax the nerves!”

            Maybe at night, but Hinata was a jumble of nerves now!  She invited Sakura downstairs for tea – now that the complimentary home tour was over – and quickly remembered that they were out of tea.  Sakura may no mind of it.  She wasn’t planning on any lengthy visit and said it was just as good to stop in and say hi.  “T-Tell Naruto I dropped by,” she said in parting, giving a very forlorn look that Hinata recognized from her own youth.

            Wives in this villager were turning into sharks…

            Hinata chose that today was a good day to visit Naruto!  And if she was provocative, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing, maybe, to raise his pulse and convince herself that he still found her desirable.

            No doubt Ino-san was just hoping to make the Uzumaki couple more restful.  She told herself this as she took out an older outfit – the kind of outfit women held onto as a keepsake – and blushed as she thought of how she looked wearing it.  Her breasts had grown some from feeding and then weening her children, though she did a fine job of confinement.  Naruto-kun had gushed somewhat jealously that she needn’t go to such extremes to suppress them after hearing her grunt and fit them in their bodice, but she was adamant that they should only be adored by him.

            She blushed redder when she fit the kimono top around herself and tied the obi.  It punctuated her globes back then; now, she felt she was emulating the Fifth.  Best as she could, she closed the top around her supple cleavage, and then struggled into her form-fitting shorts.  To her shame, she struggled, wedging it over her ass and flared hips, but sighed in relief that she could still get into them.  Easy part: stockings and boots, no need for a kunai holster.

            She’d matured, and maybe it was true that she should have cut her hair, but young Boruto and Himawari liked to pull it, and she’d gotten used to it being short.  She stood at the mirror to assess and admonish herself; more of the former than the latter, and only because she was a self-conscious wife and pondering Sai’s wife.  Yamanaka Ino, who had been an obscurity until recent days, and the senses of a woman whose family was in jeopardy kicked in.

            She was not insane enough to dash in and throw accusations at her husband… but she could stand to do some aggressive, spontaneous flirting.

            Naruto-kun certainly looked overwhelmed by surprise when she arrived in her past outfit, bust bursting at the seams, shorts creaking with the strides she made; not the bold, long, sashaying strides of Ino-san, but she could feel her confidence rising when she saw the look on Naruto-kun’s face at her arrival.  He was sweating and flushed, she could practically hear his heart hammering upon seeing her.  “I wanted to visit you,” she stammered out, following with a charming smile.  “Naruto-kun.”

            “Now?” Naruto blurted out.  His arms crossed on the table before a hand shot up into his hair, wiping at his sweat; fidgety and clearly anxious.

            Ino was impatient at his lap, and cruelly casual as she fastened her fingers around his apoplectic erection.  A simple squeeze had a spurt rise up from the crest that she sampled with a long, lazy drag of her tongue, spreading the precum across as much surface of her tastebuds as possible.  She dabbed and fluttered her tongue after consumption, apparently approving of its taste.

            “H-Hinata!”  His hand came down from his scalp with a loud thump on his desk, like a judge trying to draw order to chaos.  He apologized when he saw her face – lifted brows, eyes wide with shock, mouth obediently sealed – and said that she’d nothing to do with his mannerisms.  Feigning a laugh – which took a great deal of effort as he felt the talented tongue tracing the lines of his engorged veins and urethra – and still sweating profusely, he panted out, “How about we-we go out later?  Tonight?  And we-we can…”  He stopped, and his eyes blinked with a sudden moment of clarity.  His jaw hung a little as he looked her up and down.  “Hinata, what are you wearing?”

            Hinata’s cheeks glowed.  She couldn’t help a smile as she put her hands behind her back, twisting her fingers together anxiously as she let her husband’s eyes feast upon her.  Without really meaning to, she presented her breasts, prominent and indignant to the constraints.  She was not that much heavier, but she just couldn’t fasten the neck of her kimono blouse, which was a point in favor for this risky adventure.

            She closed the door behind her with her weight, hands turning the latch to lock them in.  “I was hoping,” she began in a trembling voice, “that we could… actually make some time for each other”—She swallowed hard, not having much practice for the banter of a lusty wife—“right now.”

            “Now?  What do you mean-tebayo?”  Naruto’s hot sweat was getting worse as she strode toward him.  All it would take was a second of the Byakugan to reveal the secret!  Ino’s head turning this way and that, determined to lube his entire shaft.  How Hinata would react was anyone’s guess!  Shy and conservative, she had a streak of being a disciplinary when her home was rattled; not towards him, but he felt for his kids when she used her harsher tones.

            “I…”  She stalled, gulping again and bringing her hands in front of her, clasped beneath her chin.  “I mean… this.”  The zipper seemed loud as it rolled down; thankfully loud, as even Hinata couldn’t hear the wet squelch of her husband’s cock going down to Ino’s throat in a sudden stroke.  Deeper ever than Hinata could take him, that was for sure!  Naruto twinged painfully, turning his howl of pleasure into more of a wanting groan appropriate for seeing his wife’s glorious breasts spill out from her uniform.  They were so cramped that when they did burst out, they gave a bounding bounce and faced him with her pleasingly-brown nipples, pert from arousal.

            “Since you come home so late,” Hinata stuttered after a second of letting out this proposal, “I thought… I could surprise you.”  She really seemed hopeful for this to work.

            It panged Naruto’s heart to enjoy stuffing Ino’s mouth in that moment.

            “This is…!  I mean…  Hinata, you don’t have to-!”  Naruto couldn’t finish a single thought, not when torn up like this: pleasure, guilt, attraction.  To his credit, at least, the throbbing of his dick was not entirely due to Ino’s ministrations as he ogled the tits that fumbled to-and-fro as Hinata’s pace restarted.

            She was rounding the desk.

            She’s rounding the desk-tebayo!

            He lunged, grabbing her wrist across the table, dislodging slightly from Ino’s mouth, but as soon as she got the hint, she grabbed his engorgement again and settled for licking… for now.  “Hi-Hinata, let’s not…!  You don’t have to surprise me like this!”  His laughter was very airy and forced.  The hand latched around her wrist was twitching, but she held his eyes.  He was very peculiar.  She could read his eyes, and he’d not looked like this before; the closest she could remember was when he came home one time, trying to hide the fact that he hadn’t eaten Ichiraku when she had already made arrangements for a dinner.  Two bowls were an appetizer, he’d defended himself when the truth came out; and she, a loving and forgiving wife, smiled and allowed it… and two bowls weren’t even a start for her.

            Well, this was different entirely.  She couldn’t say what, but the look on his face worried her.  She turned her own hand atop of his.  Perhaps he needed this, after so long; so long of unwillingness and interruptions!  “I don’t mind, Naruto-kun,” she whispered, and then eased his hand off of her wrist to apply it to her spongy breast.

            He faltered with a shudder.  He was weak for her, and she’d help him with that…

            He kissed her.  Abrupt, passionate, in a way that stole her breath after a minute and muffled gasp.  He pulled her in by the back of her head, held her to him, and thrust his tongue in her mouth, asserting its dominance as hers reared back until he coaxed it into a dance.

            The kiss reassured her.  This kiss felt right, like the kind a man should give his wife.  She could almost devolve into tears from the joy it gave her, which was all the better for Ino, who had chased Naruto’s lap out from the cover of the desk and leered wickedly up at Hinata, none the wiser.  Ino just coiled her tongue around the cock and lapped up another dose of precum.

            They both could have stayed like this for an hour, and Hinata could have been sent home contented, but her husband was a thorough man; very passionate on most occasions, and he was not done with her.  Before she could say anything possible to the contrary, he hoisted her from the ground – He was strong, she was light. – and put her right on the desk, like any other booklet of forms he needed to address.  She exclaimed to him, but he was not deterred.  She felt indecent, her legs splayed open, heels hardly catching the surface of his desk’s edge, but it was all the better for him to arrive at her apex.  She had taken such care of this outfit over the years, but a second of Naruto’s impatience left it with a ripped-open crotch; her panties hadn’t even a chance to be admired when they were torn off next and thrown thoughtlessly behind him.

            “Naruto!” she gasped again, unable to hide the thrill in her voice.  She was normally so reserved about contact with that space beyond touching.  She’d divert Naruto and say he needn’t do that for her, but right now…  She just couldn’t say no, she held her breath, and nearly climaxed when he dove in.

            The space between her thighs was warm, and she was dripping.  Naruto rarely saw her this anxious at the start, let alone see here at all!  He at first wondered if his oral skills were not up to par, so he always wanted to endeavor and better himself – going as far and as desperate to seek Kiba’s advice, though Kiba hadn’t caught the hint and dismissed it – to make her enjoy it.  The times he had down here, he made studies and strides and had accumulated a fair bit of knowledge.

            But right now was about passion and distraction!  He ran his fingers down Hinata’s pubic hair before opening her vagina until he saw mostly pink.  She objected to this, throwing a hand out to cover herself, but he nosed his way past her modesty and immediately went for her risen clit, coaxing it with a tongue as enthused as the one testing his cockhead.

            Ino had gotten comfortable again, and with Naruto stationary to feast on his wife’s pussy, she went to work testing his mettle.  She sucked his cock while above her, Naruto wagged his tongue across Hinata’s quim.  From the sounds of it, Naruto was very proficient in the art or Hinata was very sensitive.  Ino was excited by it; not just by the secrecy and the heightened senses of fearing discovery, but to be a part of their marital practice.  The moans Naruto muted against Hinata’s mound were not made by her taste – surely not! – but by the efforts of Ino’s mouth, kissing, sucking, slurping across his urgent cock.  Truthfully, she was a bit astounded that he hadn’t popped yet!  He’d likely been unabated for a week now.

            Lucky she got to him before Hinata had this uncharacteristic lapse of bravado.

            Even so, she thought wickedly, sitting back and assessing the amount of space she had to work with, she was not afraid that Hinata could suddenly curb Naruto’s appetites.  She had taken her breasts out for a reason, and while she had caught a glimpse of Naruto’s hand pawing Hinata’s larger set, her own assets remained assets.  They were heavy and firm, with an attractive yield when grabbed.  Her nipples were a glossy kind of pink; the kind of shade that blended nicely to the contrast to the rest of her milky breast, much like a cherry atop a hill of cream.  And they were high on her chest.  Even outside the confines of her bra, they stayed close and pert and maintained a cleavage instead of sloping open like larger or older breasts.  It delighted her at the hot springs when women – even younger women! – stared enviously and suspected her of some type of body modification.

            “Nope,” she would boast casually, shoving out her tits and combing her hair flagrantly for a cascade of golden locks.  “All real~”

            Large and firm, but pliant, in this little space – and at the cost of some discomfort – Ino shuffled and turned and hunched until she was able to wrap her bountiful breasts around the rigid piece sticking out from her Hokage’s pants.  Clearly it was a treat that he rarely – if ever – experienced with his endowed wife, as he jumped in his seat, his face plunging into Hinata’s cleft with a noisy, wet sputter that both tickled and embarrassed Hinata.

            “Naruto-kun!  Please don’t!”  She had one hand slanted behind her, grabbing at the other edge of the desk for support as she reclined and pushed her pussy out to him, but the other hovered near her midriff, cupping her breasts mostly, but there to act as a guard if her Naruto was too frisky.

            “Sorry,” Naruto wheezed, covering up his reaction to tits squeezing his shaft in secret.  Unable to really jostle her with his tongue in the same manner, he settled for intimate kisses applied to the insides of her thighs; he at least remembered that these subtle but affectionate gestures resonated best with his modest wife.  He felt her muscles jump and tighten, little bubbles of gasps leaving her lips with traces of giggles, until he finally reigned himself back into himself.  He was of two minds now: the pleasure of himself buried under his desk, and the pleasure of his wife, which meant to secrecy of his under-desk pleasure.  So he committed himself to her quim, mustering up the nerve to continue pattering her clit with his tongue, becoming more ravenous as Ino’s breasts continued to wrack him.  He could pick up her hefting voice, panting with the effort of working him, her flesh becoming more and more saturated with her sweat.  Not long strokes, but just the cajoling around him, her tits mashing back and forth over his erection, had excited him.

            He grunted very Choji-like as he insisted his tongue to Hinata’s folds, sifting through them to wallow in her flowing juices.  She squeaked, embarrassed and unused to the experience of something other than finger or phallus going up there.  She pressed a hand to his brow, but it did not deter him.  His bustling mouth was on a mission, and it effectively concerned her clit to his nose.  “Naruto-kun!  Naruto-kun, I’m-I’m cumming!”  Both her hands left their respective anchorages to seize at his shoulders.  Her first climax had be instantaneous and brief, the waves of pleasure following the initial touch superseding the relief and flooding her with tides of anticipation and splendor.  She so rarely let Naruto-kun such uninhibited access that she’d no real tolerance for the experience.  Her hands were uncertain and frantic, grabbing the cloth at his shoulders, the back of his head, tightening her fingers in his spiky hair – to which he suppressed a pain grunt, feeling he at least deserved that much for right now.

            Her urgency apparent – with that constant chanting that she was definitely on arrival – he upped his bravado, curling his tongue quicker and applying every trick he could think of: nipping and plucking at her vaginal lips with his mouth, tonguing and suckling her clit more alternatingly, pressing deeper into her core while applying his thumb to continue stimulating her nub, as well as giving her a shock when he inadvertently swiped his tongue against a separate section that made Hinata give a full leap.

            But that sudden shock undid her.  She squealed in delight and shame as she wet her diligent husband’s face, but he didn’t mind beyond a brief look of shock.  He didn’t really have much of a chance to bring her to such heights as to relieve herself like this, and he took full advantage.  He stuck a finger up inside her – a snug fit as her walls condensed – and ravaged her clitty to his full advantage.  Hinata’s hips churned and thrust, trying to find some tempo to the persistent jolts of pleasure bursting throughout her system, from her toes to fingertips, the tips of her breasts and the inside of her head.  Everything was so wonderful that nothing mattered; she was just ecstatic.

            Naruto seethed and relinquished his mouth’s stay at her crest to apply his hand.  His jaw wasn’t so tired just yet, but he had just felt a deliberate scrape against the sensitive head of his dick: Ino’s teeth.  She was trying newer practices, every angle to get a result from him.  She’d grown tired of the delectable globs of precum – which she hadn’t missed supping up – and wanted to see how far she could push him; to see if she could get him to reveal themselves to his wife.

            However, she was dealing with the Seventh Hokage.  He wasn’t the tactless kid of his youth; he’d learned to control himself and his impulses.  Back then, even if he tried to hide it, he would have likely bumbled and found some way to accidentally reveal his transgression.  Ino was as impressed as she was disappointed that Naruto was able to keep himself composed, even coddling Hinata as she fell with a soft thump just above Ino’s head.  Ino’s eyes cast up to the bottom of the desk, giving a wry smirk as she listened to the heavy panting of the Hokage’s wife.

            She wouldn’t be in such bliss if her Byakugan were activated.

            “Naruto-kun,” cooed Hinata, an arm over her sweat-covered forehead as she lay in repose, dragging her fingertips over her goose-pimpled skin.  Every part of her was so sensuous, even the air tickled and kept her nipples erect.

            She was all limp; Naruto almost jibed her for it, but was content to smile.  She looked so beautiful.  He could lose some of his vigor for her at that moment.  She was content, so he was too, though Ino insisted otherwise.  At least for that instant, he was Hinata’s husband, and she was his wife.  He could almost ignore the lips wrapping around his head and suckling the life back into the staff.

            “I’ll-I’ll be home in a little while,” Naruto said in a hiss that could be mistaken as a passionate whisper.

            Hinata hadn’t any mind to argue, hardly any mind to get up on her feet.  Luckily, Naruto was there to help her with that, steadying her and being kind without ever leaving his comfortable seat.  Even in her abstracted mind, the clarities of balance and purpose somewhat askew, Hinata observed her commonplace niceties by offering more pragmatic services.  She looked dreamy, disheveled, contented as she held the edge of the desk, her feet shuffling to keep under herself.  “I could bring you something to eat, Naruto-kun,” she offered her hardworking husband.

            “No,” Naruto blurted a bit too quickly, tensing up in his seat when teeth lightly grazed across his bulbous cockhead.  Ino, deliberately interrupting the conversation, needing to be his center of attention.  He felt her thumbing his tip; both thumbs, gently prying the tiny slot open to dab at more internal surfaces.  Hinata had never done that.  It felt intense, particularly when he was trying to banter with his wife and save her the mortification and embarrassment of what was happening literally right under her nose.

            Scrambling, Naruto reached across his desk for one of the only dossiers left remaining on it after the whole shuffle with Ino.  He felt a cringe but also a relief to see Yamanaka inscribed on it; it wasn’t a lie when Naruto flipped open the folder and excused himself to his wife, “I gotta deal with Ino’s stuff first.  Th-Then I’ll be home.”  It was becoming harder to suppress his reactions to Ino’s underhanded techniques.

            Finally, a bit of luck; Hinata beamed at him and nodded.  Even the mention of Ino hadn’t disheartened her, and she was glad for that.  Her Naruto-kun’s fervor consoled her insecurity.  She clutched at her blouse to try to maintain the deepness of her cleavage.  “Then-Then I’ll see you at home, Naruto-kun.”  She reddened when he nodded assuredly.

            “But you should – ahem! – be careful on the way home-tebayo.”  Naruto pointed out the obvious gash in her shorts.  She had needed his passion, but the results left her rather exposed now.  Embarrassed, she swung away from him, hands in front and in back, beseeching that he not look so pryingly at her.  It took him back to their youth, and he enjoyed that.

            She scampered out, trying to reclaim her modesty while also attempting to find a stride that did not seem like haste but remained quick, and kept her thighs tucked as tight as possible.  Hard to ignore the draft, though, her shame mounting as her gooey flesh caught the breeze.

            The door was closed.  Not locked, but rarely anyone came in around this time; rarely and not never because of the instance that had just occurred with his bashful wife.  Naruto exhaled gratefully to have survived that experience.  In a daze, his hand came up and brushed his lips lightly, still tinged with his wife’s flavor.

            “I almost thought she’d never leave.”

            Naruto’s eyes opened, his chin tucked, and he glanced sternly down at his lap.  Ino peered back up at him, seeming rather pleasant and pleased with herself as his dick leaned across one side of her face.  His lips pursed up; he almost looked angry, but it didn’t faze her apparent mood.

            “I didn’t think you’d handle it so well,” she giggled, now grasping at his shaft and running her tongue up its side like it was hers to do with as she wished.  “You really are changed from being that loudmouthed knucklehead, huh?”

            It was beyond what Naruto could tolerate; her jibe, her rhetoric.  He stood up so fast that his legs threw his chair back.  It hit loudly and bounced off the wall in a lazy roll.  Ino fell forward with a shout when his lap vanished from beneath her arms, but she’d had little time to ingest what was going on until the cock was forced back into her mouth.  She responded with a shocked and muffled shout as Naruto wedged his way to the back of her throat.  Instinctively, she threw her hands out in front of her, bracing on his impending hips, doing little to prevent them from shoving forth.

            She veered him a bit, but that only made her cheek distend temporarily until his course was righted and he was diving down her gullet.  She gurgled and coughed, but her skill was practiced and the second she had a cleared windpipe – when he retracted – she breathed in deep through her nostrils and entirely composed himself.  She was more ready for his next thrust, though she still retched a little when her neck visibly bulged.

            If he was trying to test her limits, she was glad to allow him.  But…

            But… is it getting… bigger?!

            Ino’s jaw was pushed open, notably more than before.  She didn’t have this much trouble taking him in before, yet now, he had more bulk, muscles piling atop one another for a more formidable shaft of meat to introduce again and again to her throat.

            His eyes were not the lighthearted blue she had seen before.  She needn’t her ESP to decipher the intensity behind those eyes.  It wasn’t the influence of the Biju within him, but his shadowed eyes carried similar intensity.

            Her bravado was quickly sapped, and she found herself grasping at Naruto’s pantlegs for some sort of anchorage as he began to fuck her face more candidly.  No steady rhythm or pauses to ask if she was okay.  She was his holster now, his sheath for his eager tool.  Again and again, he opened her throat despite the sputter of copious saliva that strung out from her wide mouth.  Her lips had since detached from around him, her struggling to bring in any amount of air as he choked her with his staff.

            He didn’t speak a single word to her as he used her.  Nothing left his lips beyond a forceful grunt every now and then.  He listened to the burbling of her voice in vague pleas for respite and watched her spit latch in strings to his pelvis as he drove deeper into her gullet.  It was what she wanted, after all: no quarter.  She felt no need to halt her ministrations as he convinced his wife he was sated.  Did she not realize how badly he wanted to mount Hinata and fuck her as she lay strewn across his table?!  And Ino deprived him of that!  So he watched, enthralled, to see his stacked dick arriving from and disappearing into Ino’s bossy mouth.  Her tongue was a suitable cushion, and even in these moments of panic, she was mindful of her teeth.  Perhaps even worried should she foul up his endeavor.

            He’s…!  He’s fucking my mouth like it’s a pussy!  The color rose in Ino’s cheeks, her eyes crossing down her nose to look at the cock punching through her mouth.  It’s like… I’m nothing to him… but a cock sleeve!

            Her hips gave an involuntary jerk to that thought, her ass rising off her feet.  Her skirt pulled.  How she wished she had taken Hinata’s direction and switched to her short, provocative dress of her prime years – though she would say her prime was everlasting.  Her pussy itched for attention, burning to know Naruto’s touch again, if only for a little while.  She would probably follow suit as Hinata had and reacted instantly to the first swath against her clit.

            Yet as Naruto’s abuse of her throat continue…

            Oh no…  Am I- Am I…!!

            She did.

            She came spontaneously, spurred by her own degradation and excitement.  Sai was not lacking in much, but his passion was shallow.  He would have stopped long ago, extracted his cock – which did not reach the depths of Naruto’s plugging – and asked if she was alright.  His concern was admirable, but in all these years, he should have learned to read sexual cues.  Wasn’t Root a cesspool of depravity?  She hadn’t asked for specifics, but he had at least confirmed that she had been far from the first person he’d coitus with.

            Ino was of the firm belief that Naruto hadn’t strayed from Hinata’s side until now, Sakura vehemently denouncing any sort of intimacy prior to Naruto’s romance with the Hyuga.  Hinata was meek, probably also in bed.  Was this side of Naruto, the side pummeling Ino’s throat with no recourse, something contained within him?  Besides the Fox?  A sexual deviant, frustrated from his long captivity?  There was fear in Ino’s eyes, but also desire.  If this was the price of it, she’d happily open her throat, legs, anywhere and let him…

            “S-Swallow-tebayo!”  The veil lifted, his impassive expression cracking with the wince of pleasure and a sudden stall to his thrusting.

            Ino switched to obedience, catching the hem of his pants to hold him while using her other hand to grab at his balls through their crotch.  She felt the fleshy stalk palpitating magnificently!  And waited.

            Not for long.  Naruto did not wish to belabor the issue of his loins.  He found that sweet spot, that tender angle in Ino’s mouth and ground himself to it to empower the release.  She was squeezing his balls through pants and boxers, enough stimulant to really goad him to powerful release.  It came.  His tube contracted, feeling the warm, exhilarating rush of fluid being compressed out of him and into his patron’s mouth.  It would have gotten some impressive distance – He was uniquely proud of a shot that had cleared Hinata’s sternum, from her groin to her face, which she hadn’t allowed often. – and Ino’s ensuing, muffled exclamation was testament to how heavily the glob had landed in her orifice.

            Down it went.  He heard it, after the noise of her surprise.  The sound of her abused throat gulping and consuming his essence.  And soon more followed, in enthusiastic droves after hearing the destination of the first.  Sperm flushed down Ino’s throat with willing swallows, her eyes open intently, watching him, waiting for some method of congratulations for her devoted obedience.

            Naruto grabbed her arms and rushed her to her feet.  She hadn’t time to finish her first breath or to lick her semen-stained lips when he kissed them; not to taste himself – and she felt him reflexively recoil when he did – but to praise her.  She kissed him back immediately, moaning as she wrapped her arms around him, stroking his hair and scratching down his back, wishing to leave claw marks through his clothes to have some claim to him.

            She was hammered against his desk, her butt striking the file Shikamaru had made up concerning her permit request.  Like it was anywhere in her thought what was done with her husband’s art when she felt Naruto’s ready cock shoving at her apex, his hands grabbing at her breasts.

            He took off from her mouth, panting and excited, and put his lips to work on her erect nipples.  She swung her hips in reaction, hoping to guide him to more rewarding areas – though she didn’t want his lips detached from her breasts.

            “I think,” she said breathlessly, reaching for the clasp of her dress to let it drop, “we should get to the show, Naruto!”

            Naruto paused, both breasts still cradled in his hands.  His head turned up, his eyes glistening.

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 Women (as if there are any that read my stories), consider this a cautionary tale.  Every once in a while, just surprise your guy by swallowing.  We know it's not one of your favorite things, but just show him that you are willing now and then.  Or else... he'll sneak a blonde under his desk while eating you out.  That what you want?!  A blonde swallowing?!