Chapter 2 - After Hours Temptation Part-2
# Scene 2
Tsunade didn't waste a second. She strode across the office like a queen, hips swaying, every step making the floorboards creak. She set a fresh bottle of sake and four cups on the sideboard, pretending not to care about the mess, but her eyes were glued to Kushina's pale ass grinding on Sarutobi's lap, the glistening slick between her thighs, and the old man's wolfish grin.
She shrugged off her green robe in one move. Underneath, her legendary tits strained against a mesh top, barely keeping them in. Her waist was bold and shameless, her whole body a dare. She poured herself a drink, downed it in one, and finally looked at the others.
"At least lock the door next time," she said, almost laughing. "If a genin saw this, the whole village would know by morning."
"Maybe that's the point," Jiraiya said, crowding up to her, eyes stuck on her chest. "I could write a whole book just about the look on their faces."
"You fucking pervert," she spat, slapping his hand away, but then grabbing his wrist and shoving it back to her chest with a roughness that made her tits bounce.
"If you're going to grope me like a beast, at least pinch it right."
He buried his face in her neck, biting at her neck and giving her a hickey, while his fingers found her nipple through the mesh.
"These tits were made for my hands, Tsunade," he growled into her skin, twisting her nipple until she gasped. "I bet you're already soaking wet for us."
"You're hopeless," Tsunade sighed, but her nipples were poking through the mesh.
Kushina, still riding Sarutobi, grinned with her face all smeared in lipstick and sweat. "You're just jealous," she teased. "Come try it, Lady Hokage. Or are you scared these two old perverts will outlast you?"
Tsunade took the bait. She leaned over the desk, her huge tits dangling right in Kushina's face. "Wanna see what real stamina looks like?" she taunted.
"Show me," Kushina moaned.
Sarutobi laughed and pulled his fingers out of Kushina's messy pussy. "You heard her. Go teach her a lesson."
Tsunade's eyes flashed as she shoved Sarutobi's chair back with her foot, spreading Kushina wide, her legs dangling helplessly. "You think he knows how to fuck you properly?"
she sneered, dragging her nails up Kushina's inner thighs. "Let me show you what a real Hokage feels like."
She rammed two fingers inside, curling them upward with medical precision. "That's your sweet spot, isn't it, you little slut?" Kushina's answering shriek confirmed everything.
Jiraiya was already hard, grinding against Tsunade's hip, one hand up her top and the other between her legs, stroking her wet slit. "Fuck, Tsunade, you're soaked. Been waiting for this, huh?"
"Shut up and use your tongue for once," she snapped, but she was grinding on his hand.
Kushina was a wreck, gasping and moaning. "Holy shit, don't stop, your fingers, Lady Hokage, you're even dirtier than Jiraiya said!"
"Don't talk with your mouth full, Kushina," Tsunade said, working her clit with her thumb.
Jiraiya dropped to his knees, yanked down Tsunade's pants, and started licking her through the mesh, biting just enough to leave marks. "God damn, Tsunade. You taste like sake and sex. Let's see if you can squeeze my head off."
She laughed, loud and wild, then pulled Kushina down and kissed her, tongues battling, the whole desk shaking. Kushina ripped the mesh top open, Tsunade's tits bouncing free, hard and perfect.
Sarutobi just watched, stroking his cock, hand still sticky from Kushina's pussy. "Beautiful," he rasped. "Never gets old."
Kushina broke the kiss and rode Tsunade's hand, face twisted with need. "Please, fuck me, Lady Hokage. I want your hand on my throat. Show me who's boss."
"Is that an order?" Tsunade grinned, grabbing Kushina's throat and pumping her full of fingers.
Jiraiya was drooling, humping the floor as he sucked Tsunade's clit. She grunted, focusing on Kushina's desperate bucking and the pleasure building in her own body. "God, you're all such fucking sluts," she said, loving it.
Kushina came first, her whole body convulsing violently as she squirted all over Tsunade's hand, eyes rolling back and face turning purple under the Hokage's merciless grip.
Jiraiya followed, his cock erupting untouched in his pants while he rutted against the desk like an animal in heat, drooling and whimpering pathetically.
Tsunade finished last with a feral growl, crushing Jiraiya's face against hers as she bit his bottom lip until it bled, grinding her sopping cunt against his thigh so hard her juices soaked through his pants and pooled beneath them on the floor.
When it was over, the office was trashed. Paperwork stuck to sweat and cum, sake spilled everywhere, and three bodies tangled together. Sarutobi looked like he was about to light a pipe and celebrate.
Tsunade leaned back, tits out, surveying the mess. "Told you I could outlast you all," she said, pouring another sake.
Jiraiya was sprawled on the floor, giggling and licking Tsunade's taste from his lips. "Best fucking research night ever," he crowed. "I'm writing this down. Word for word."
Kushina was limp, legs still spread over Sarutobi, panting like she'd run a marathon. "Can we do it again?" she slurred, already greedy.
Sarutobi grinned. "All in good time. We've got hours before sunrise."
Tsunade glanced at the door, half-expecting someone else to walk in, but it was quiet. "Next round, I'm on top," she warned, and nobody argued.
But just as things started heating up again, there was a sound—a footstep in the hall, a shadow behind the glass. Tsunade's lips curled, hungry and wicked. "Looks like we've got an audience," she purred. "Let's give them a show."