Dirty Stories

Haruno, Sakura, age twenty-seven, she worked as a secretary in a big corporate building in the city. She was slightly tanned, toned, and curvy as hell. She worked hard, but the girl knew how to have fun. Her hobby was sex. Sex, sex, sex, wonderfully divine, sex. It had taken a while to come to terms with, but all of her wild fantasies had won in the end. Sakura wasn't just any sex fiend though, she didn't go to clubs and pick up just anybody.

They had to be just so, and she had it have it just so. It wasn't her fault she was so damn horny all of the time; the boys, correction, the men didn't complain. Recently though, Sakura had been getting bored. The man she had been sleeping with just hadn't been as agreeable to her terms lately, and she was sore from pleasuring herself.

She hadn't been able to find a reasonable fix, and she was sure her boss was beginning to notice her distraction at work. Damn. Too bad her boss was her boss. Sakura was a rebel through and through, but there was no way she was going to mix business with pleasure. Even though fantasies of the fun they could have together in his office practically drove her insane. Of course, he was married too, she couldn't forget about that. Not that that's ever stopped you before. Whatever, she needed to get laid, and soon.

The sudden ringing of her office telephone brought her from her thoughts and she was slightly peeved to discover that it was the Mrs. wanting oh-so-much to chat with her husband. Great. Sakura sighed and patched her through to his office after telling him that his wife was on the line. What the hell was wrong with her? She needed to focus, badly. She needed to keep this job, badly. It payed well, and having a gorgeous boss wasn't so bad, even if he were off-limits.

Okay, well she needed a plan for the rest of the day. It was already five o'clock, and she was due to punch out soon. First, go home. Second, call up Neji and tell him it's over. Third, break out the chocolate ice cream. Fourth, get ready to go out. Fifth, get hammered and screw whatever looks good. Sixth, come up with a good reason not to come to work tomorrow. Oh God, she really was desperate. Sighing, Sakura leaned back into her chair. She stared off into space and allowed the dirty images to come to her mind. Her current fetish was public places, kinky as it was, and imagining someone erotically pleasing her on park bench seemed really good at the moment.

Mmm. The feeling of risk excited her, and she wished she had someone to do it with. She wanted to feel as if she could get caught at any moment, by anyone. Stupid Neji, she couldn't understand why he wouldn't do that with her! Didn't he get bored with the same old missionary position after a while? Well it didn't matter anymore, at least not to her. It was a waste really, because Neji was a sexy beast. She felt herself getting wet just thinking about him doing those crazy things to her on the bench, in the sunshine and the breeze. It was so hot. Sakura didn't know why she did this to herself; it was like torture. She stood a little shakily and made her way to the bathroom to relieve herself. It wasn't like she had anything better to do anyway.

Opening the bathroom door, Sakura glanced at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were puffy, thank God no one had seen her. The thought excited her though. . .What if her boss had walked out of his office while she had been in 'lala land'? A shudder went up her spine and she quickly made her way to a stall, slammed the door, and twisted the lock. She fumbled with the small zipper at the base of her back, and slid it down along with her black skirt. She sat down on the toilet seat and leaned back, feeling the cold metal of the toilet switch touching the sensitive skin of her back. She unbuttoned the first four buttons on her shirt and cupped her breasts, feeling her nipples harden through her sheer bra. She bit her lip hard, to prevent a moan of pleasure from escaping her mouth, and undid the clasp that sat between her two breasts.

The cups flew to the side and she began fondling her nipples, feeling the wetness in her panties again. Oh, she was so hot right then. She took one hand away from her breast, the other pinching and twisting her nipples in turn. Sakura teased her body starting at her lower abdomen and worked her way down. She softly rubbed herself with her silky panties in between her and her hot spot, causing an involuntary bucking of her hips. Her breasts forgotten, she dropped her underwear to her skirt around her ankles and began working her clit softly with one hand and teasing herself with the other. She was so far gone, that if she made any noises she couldn't have known. She pushed two wet fingers inside herself and began pumping, while continuing to rub in circular motions. She could feel her orgasm approaching and knew it would be good.

She tossed her head back and allowed herself a gasp as she came. Her fingers were wet and sticky and she was breathing heavily. She waited for the waves of pleasure to wash over her before taking some tissue and wiping herself, still slightly reeling from the feeling of ecstasy. She effortlessly pulled up her panties and clasped her bra before re-buttoning her shirt. Finally she pulled up her skirt and zipped up the back. She went up to the mirror at the sink and touched up her hair and wetted her face a bit to rid of the redness in her cheeks. Sakura sucked in a deep breath, straightened her shirt and walked back to her desk.

Sakura sat back into her chair, pleased with herself, and spared the phone half a glance and did a double take. Her boss' wife was still on the phone! After all. . .that? What, were they having phone sex or something? Suddenly extremely curious, she was tempted to pick up the phone and eaves-drop on their conversation. The image of her boss talking dirty to her was almost enough to send her back to the bathroom, but she calmed herself down.

They were probably discussing their kids or something. Kids, were created through sex! Jeeze, Sakura just couldn't get her mind off it, and wondered if she had some sort of problem. She almost snorted, most likely. Her boss wouldn't know she was listening if she were careful, though if they were having phone sex. . .Okay, she would assume they were not, and just listen for a few moments.

She wasn't hurting anyone. A funny feeling danced around in her stomach and she felt excited, without any special reason. She slowly picked up the phone, discreetly checking the area for any people spying on her. Coast clear. She pushed a finger on the button connecting to the line and covered the receiver with a hand so they wouldn't hear her breathing. The feeling intensified and her hands began to shake. What if she were caught? Her eyes widened, she would be fired for sure! No! Sakura definitely could not allow that to happen. She was about to reconnect to an available line and slam the phone down, before she heard the conversation that was going on.

"But, dear, you always stay late at the office! I wish you'd come home early! I miss you, I promise to prepare something delicious everyday for you dinner, just please!" That was obviously the Mrs., then she heard a deep hiss, "Ino, I cannot come home any earlier than I already do! I have to work my ass off for you enough as it is already! What would you do if I suddenly couldn't afford you shopping splurges?" Probably leave your ass, Sakura wryly imagined his wife thinking. She wondered when she had become so involved in their discussion.

It felt a bit like a soap opera. "Honey, you know those don't mean as much to me as my spending time with you! If you would just--" "Ino, we both know you're not exactly good for your word, so why don't you save yours and my time. Go play with the kids or something, in fact, why don't you sun bathe in the backyard with the pool boy? I'm sure he can rescue you from the clutches of loneliness while I'm not around." Sakura heard a gasp on the other line, "What are you talking about! I would never even--" "Look, Ino, I've got to go now, I'll see you at the house. Good-bye." There was a click that she assumed came from her boss' phone, and a defeated sigh on the other. Then the line went dead and Sakura was left alone.

Well that was. . .interesting. . .It left Sakura feeling somewhat misplaced. A little empty, actually. She had no idea her boss had a bad relationship with his wife. She was constantly calling and paying little visits to the building. Though, she felt she had an idea of why she had caught the woman on a different floor before. Ouch. That had to hurt to know your wife was sleeping with your employees. It was one of the reasons Sakura never really gave all of herself in a relationship. Sure, conversations screwed up the sex big time, but when feelings were on the line. . .Well it just complicated things.

He was so cold though! Maybe his wife was a bitch, but Sakura never pegged him for a cold, selfish prick, which was what he'd sounded like. He was always pleasant to her whenever he talked to her, though he was distant. She'd just assumed he was a very reserved man, not self-righteous. Gosh, this was ridiculous! First, her Neji problems and now she was obsessing over her boss' private life. Sakura hoped she didn't always act so pathetically. So deep in thought, she didn't notice the object of her inner battle standing over her, talking to her. A few files were placed on her desk, but she still didn't waver from her thoughts.

Finally a deep voice called her back from the depths of her mind. "Ms. Haruno? Ms. Haruno, are you feeling alright? Sakura?" Her name jarred her back to reality, "Hmm? Neji? Oh no, I'm so sorry! I was...distracted." "Hn. So I see." She felt her cheeks burn in embarrassment. "It will not happen again, sir." She began strongly and then said a little more softly, "I've just had a lot on my mind lately, is all." He smirked at her, "Good. I'll be needing those reports by Monday, Ms. Haruno." Was this guy baiting her? "They'll be done for tomorrow, sir." He began to look smug again, and Sakura felt the need to either slap him or suck his face off.

She did neither; she wanted to keep her job. "Very well," he replied. "Do not disappoint me, Ms. Haruno." And then he bent down to kiss...Shaking her head from those wandering thoughts she looked up to see him walking oh-so-perfectly back to his private office. Lord, he has a nice ass.

It was late after work, close to ten at night. Sakura had already done away with Neji and feasted on her ice cream, now for the fun part of her Thursday evening. Grinning she twirled in the mirror. She had to admit, she could cleanup rather nicely. Sakura was wearing a light yellow halter top that was just above her bellybutton and a black skirt with a nice pair of black pumps.

It sounded plain, but Sakura made it look like a banging outfit. That was all that she wanted tonight; someone to bang with. She needed to scratch an itch, and hopefully, she would find someone who could relieve some of her pent up stress. Smacking her lips together in anticipation she snatched up her cute, little black purse and headed for the parking garage. Sakura lived in an extremely nice place, rich looking and posh. Of course, there was no way possible she could afford it on her own. So ex-husbands had their good points, too. She had received the penthouse when she’d divorced her first husband, Shino.

He’d always been on the secretive side, she remembered. Always in his den, never making an attempt to strengthen their relationship, if that was what you could have called it. He’d been a good man, which was what Sakura had thought she’d wanted. His lack of desire to indulge in her fetishes had set a gap between them that could not be overcome. When he’d suggested the divorce, she was almost too relieved for words. Hah. She’d shown him, though! Shino had given her the option of their house or his penthouse. She’d not been too keen on spending her life alone in that huge mansion Shino called a home; the apartment suited her just fine.

She pulled up into the parking lot of the club that was called “Nine Iron”. Sakura had only been to the place a few times before as it was newly opened, but it was hot. The architecture was very stylish, almost as if the designer had lavished his attention on it as he would a child. Nice lighting, a great dance floor, and plenty of drinks; this was the perfect spot for Sakura tonight. She walked into the club as if she owned the place, confident and sexy, catching stares as she passed by.

She knew she looked good, as one guy told her after she’d sat down on a stool. Ordinarily, she’d be out on the dance floor, but tonight, tonight was to relax over a couple of drinks, with a hot looking man, and rent a room afterward; with the man of course. Focused on her goal, Sakura ordered a drink and began to chat up the cute guy who just happened to be sitting beside her. She did not notice the lone, obsidian stare from across the room.

It had been at least an hour, and Sakura was beginning to feel bored. The man she’d been flirting with was completely drab. The only thing keeping her sane was the constant flow of drinks her way. She felt a bit fuzzy and knew she was tipsy. . .Just a little more, and maybe this guy could become superman for her. That was it! She could not stand it any longer. She didn’t know why she didn’t stand up and leave. Whatever. She ordered something strong; mmm, yes, some vodka would do the trick. Gulping it down, she asked for another, until she felt so dizzy she realized it was now or never. She opened her mouth, but the words wouldn’t form on her tongue. She felt a bit stupid for drinking so much all at once.

Damn it! Suddenly, she snapped out of her reverie as the bartender slapped a glass on the table in front of her. Gaining some composure, she looked at the man with a raised brow. He shrugged at her and indicated that it was from the man across the room. Sakura looked over in the direction and saw the hottest thing that could claim the male anatomy, in the bar that night. She blinked a few times to clear her vision, but it was no use. She was too drunk to even think straight. She wanted that guy in her pants. Now.

Attracted beyond belief, Sakura remembered vaguely excusing herself from the boring man’s company. What had his name been? Oh yeah, Ghai. She mentally snorted, what a name. She swayed over to where the hot guy was sitting in the lounge area. Oh yes! Definitely what she was looking for. Sakura did not stop to take a good look at his appearance.

Dark hair, dark clothes; he fit the bad boy description well enough. She smirked cutely at him and thanked him for the drink. His deep, sensual voice asked her to join him, which she obliged to eagerly. Oh, she hoped he didn’t just want to talk to her. A few drinks later, and Sakura felt completely wasted. Her hormones were reacting to the man beside her who was fingering the fabric of her skirt on her upper thigh.

Naughty. Sakura knew what he wanted. She looked at him and he smirked she realized, seemingly waiting for her reaction. He was lucky she was so turned on. She gave him a sexy look and grasped his hand, squeezing it slightly before moving it higher to her hip and back down again. He liked what he was seeing she guessed because before she knew it, Sakura was being led to an upstairs apartment. “I have connections,” he told her when she asked why they were staying at the building.

Soon enough, they had their hands all over each other. Her breathing was ragged and she could feel the deep ache between her thighs. She never imagined that a man could make her feel that way. Sakura felt as if she was dying with need, just thinking about what she was about to experience, with this sexy male specimen. All coherent thoughts were lost when his hands were on her.

She was hot and shaking with desire when she thought about his length pulsing in front of her. Of course, she hadn't seen it yet, but she new it would be beyond impressive. Sakura knew how to please a man, and she wasn't going to let him have all the fun. He pulled back a little and sat down on the bed. Looking at her, smirking like that, turned her on and renewed all pleasurable sensations in her body. She could feel herself pulse with excitement and closed her eyes while slightly squeezing her legs together, giving her lover a good impression as to what she was thinking.

So he wanted a strip tease? Fine. Better than fine, this would be fun. Her eyes slowly drifted open and glittered at his challenge. Sakura started by turning around, so that her back faced him. It wasn’t called a tease for nothing. She reached behind her neck and untied the halter top she was wearing. She slowly allowed the fabric to glide along her skin before pulling it over her head. She ran her hands down her body down to her waist, where her short skirt sat. She gingerly undid the zipper, so that he could hear it. Dropping it to her feet, she stepped out of her shoes and exposed herself. She decided that was good enough for now, he could wait a little longer. She wasn’t in any rush. Sakura could hear him rise from the bed as the springs squeaked back into place.

He sauntered toward her, looking drugged in ecstacy at the sight of her. He reached for her and grabbed both forearms, pulling her into his chest and kissing her in a demanding way. He nibbled on her lower lip as she sucked on his upper. He slowly brought his hands up to intertwine with her slender fingers, palm facing palm, before separating so he could blindly roam her voluptuous body. Their lips split from each other leaving both partners gasping and breathing heavily.

Both extremely aroused by the touches and small caresses they gave to each other, which only served to fuel the burning anticipation of what was about to happen next. He breathed loudly on her mouth, "You took so long, I was about to come and ravage you." Sakura pressed her lips against his softly before feeling them stretch into a smile, "That's not such a bad idea, maybe you should have acted on your impulses..." She let out a short giggle, before gracefully throwing herself into his open embrace, kissing him feverishly.

Sakura ripped open his shirt after having some trouble with the buttons and her hands expertly slid down his chest to his waist to unbuckle his belt. The clinking of the buckle could be heard, and it was obvious she was having trouble kissing him and undressing him at the same time, "Seems you're not so multi-tasking, wouldn't you agree?" He asked slyly. She snorted softly before swiftly whipping off his belt, the sound as it snapped against the wall startling her.

Sakura dropped the belt and it was instantly forgotten, as she looked up to smirk triumphantly at her lover, "What were you saying before? Oh yes, you wanted me to take it easy on you, isn't that right?" He gazed at her, his eyes filled with a new form of lust, "Oh no, I want you to be rough an' thorough with me, please." Her eyes lit up with excitement and she advanced on him unzipping his pants and maliciously yanking them down to his feet, her gaze suddenly locking on his erected member. She shoved his shoulders, causing him to fall back onto the bed, so she could rip his pants from his feet before straddling his waist.

He reached up, unable to control himself and caressed her breast, slowly and softly, frustrating her to the point of no end. She narrowed her eyes at him and growled, "I'm in charge of this freak show, got it?" She said, pulling at his member through his checkered boxers. He clamped his eyes shut and groaned as she touched him, it felt entirely too good. She let out a satisfied grunt and teased his waistline with her fingertips. He was becoming impatient she could tell, but it seemed to Sakura that he'd allow her a little more 'play-time' before taking her like a rabid animal.

She finally decided to pull off his boxers, only stopping when they reached his mid-thighs, to examine his erection. She liked the look of it, it was so big and when she touched it she realized the oxymoron of it all. It felt hard and alive, while still having that soft rubbery texture that made her shudder at the thought of it inside of her. He let out a gasp as she stroked his foreskin and tickled his sack. She vigorously massaged his balls, causing him to howl in pleasure and dissatisfaction. He needed more; needed her stroking his length. He bucked at her in an attempt to get the message across, since his voice was no where to be found. His pleas were answered as she began to slowly pump his aching need. He grunted and moaned his pleasure, occasionally managing a few dirty comments between clenched teeth. "Hmm, you bad, bad boy. I know you like it, but calling me a little bitch isn't going to get you very far..." She said as she slowed her pace, forcing him, involuntarily to arch into her touch, "Oh, I see how you want it, baby, but I want you to beg." She licked her already moist lips suggestively. He lifted his head from the bed and eyed her before shaking his head. "I beg to no one," he managed to choke out.

She gave an evil chuckle. "I guess you'll have to finish the job then, won't you?" Sakura said softly in a taunting voice. Ah, she was a bitch, she admitted to herself. A sleazy, sadistic, little bitch. She removed her hands from him, and to the base, where his body begged to be touched again, only allowing a feathery caress in attempt to tempt him. She grinned as she heard his moan, knowing that she would have him begging for her in no time. She knew he could not resist what she was offering, even if it meant sacrificing some of his pride, he'd get her back later. Her ministrations were too few and far apart and his body yearned for her skilled attention. "Please," he breathed, "I surrender, oh just please, do it..." He trailed off as she started to rub against his base with the heel of her palm while the rest of her hands were wrapped around his length. She started a paced motion, sometimes moving into irregular spurs of speed. She bent her head down, and he arched his body, preparing himself for the feeling of her hot mouth on his tip. Instead she gave a soft nibble before teasing the soft flesh with her tongue.

He moaned out again and fisted his hands into her hairas she began to pump his whole erection and tease his foreskin with her mouth simultaneously. He looked as if he were in heaven. She continued her work, while watching him through half-lidded eyes. He tasted good, Sakura decided.

She gave one long suck before he ejaculated into her pouty mouth. He groaned again and rasped at her. She kept licking his member, this time taking more of it into her mouth, making him hard all over again. He began to stop her and hissed when she blew softly onto his erection; it was cold and irritated the sensitive flesh, yet almost caused him to spiral out of control.

Sakura stopped and licked her lips, slowly. The man grabbed her again and forcibly kissed her, bruising her lips for sure. It didn’t matter, it drove her wild. The wetness in her panties had intensified, but he had yet to really touch her at all. He was hard again, she could feel it and it felt marvelous. He stood up again, bringing her with him. His hands awkwardly fingered for the clasp at the back of her bra. She laughed a bit, startling him. He looked a tad confused and she pointed to the centre, in between her breasts.

His eyes lit, and he undid her bra, almost breaking the clasp. He grabbed her orbs, roughly squeezing and pinching her. She loved the feelings that were running through her. He was so good with his hands, her body was trembling at his touch. He left her mouth and teased her stomach before reaching down to her silky undergarments. He pressed his mouth to the front and she felt him smirk again. “Look how wet you are, already,” he whispered loud enough for her to her. He grabbed her ripped her panties down her legs and grabbed her ass, resulting in a startled squeal that soon became a moan as he touched her.

The man was up before she knew it and she felt his erection poking her a little more evidently than before. She moaned as it touched her. He pushed her roughly against a wall and she spread herself enough for him. Sakura knew what was coming next. He gave her one last look before plunging deep within her, so caught up in the heat of their passion. Two strangers, yet they knew exactly how to please each other.

He moved fast and hard, and Sakura liked how she was being slammed against the wall every now and again. He’d lifted her so that she straddled his waist and she gasped at the new sensation. Sakura moaned and panted, arching and movingfor him. He was out of breath too, she knew since their kisses were shorter. Her breathing hitched at she felt the sensations of her climax rushing through her body. She shook around him and he came as well, though she didn’t feel it, due to the condom he’d somehow remembered. He let her legs drop, before guiding her back to the bed they would share.

Sakura felt herself being tossed onto the bed before the man’s body covered hers again. Looked like she wasn’t the only one with pent up energy. His hands roamed her body and he kissed her all over, making Sakura feel horny again. He stopped as he reached her womanhood, that was glazed with her juices. She managed to look at him before he dove at her, sending her head back to the pillow, moaning.

Eventually they both tired, and fell asleep together, atop the sheets of the bed. Sakura had turned over and he had slung an arm over her hip. Oh, that had been the best she’d ever had; had been exactly what she’d needed. Now she could focus on her work and stop fantasizing so much about her boss.

It was early when Sakura woke up and she realized her companion was still fast asleep. She was lucky that she wasn’t completely hung over, but she had a head-ache that would definitely require some serious Advil. She decided, that she wouldn’t wait for they guy to wake up, but she wanted one last look at his face, since she only had bits and pieces of the night before.

She reached over and lifted some hair away from his face. Sakura froze, shocked. It couldn’t be. If she hadn’t felt sick before, she definitely did now, for there lay beside her was her boss, Uchiha Sasuke.

(A/N: I know, pretty short for a first chapter, but please give me some feedback, you know, constructive critisicm, so I can build on itt!! Thanks so much!!!)