Chapter 7 - Tsunade's Midnight Game Part-1
The Fourth Hokage doesn't usually get called up to the office after midnight, not unless the whole village is burning or the Raikage is threatening to start another war.
Minato was still in full uniform when he reached the top of the Hokage Tower, wind-burned and sweaty from a night patrol, but there was no alarm, no urgent scroll, just a note from Tsunade: "Come to my office. Now."
The corridor was empty except for the faint glow of candlelight. Minato's cock hardened instantly when he caught that unmistakable smell—sake, cum, and Tsunade's expensive perfume—the same stink that had been all over Kushina when she'd stumbled home this morning with bite marks on her neck, giving him that knowing smirk as she told him she'd been "training" with the others.
The memory of her whispering "Did you enjoy the show?" before passing out made his pants uncomfortably tight.
He paused outside the door, his hands still sticky from jerking off to the mental image of what that "training" really meant. He squared his shoulders, knocked twice, and stepped inside.
The Hokage's office looked like an orgy had just wrapped up. Papers scattered everywhere, sake bottles knocked over, and what was unmistakably a pair of woman's panties peeking out from under the couch. The desk was still wet from being hastily wiped down.
Tsunade was sprawled in her chair, feet up on the desk, robe hanging open to show nipples still hard beneath mesh armor that barely contained her massive tits.
She didn't even look up at first, just kept scribbling on a report. "You're late," she said, running her tongue over her bottom lip. "I thought you were supposed to be fast, Yellow Flash. Or do you only come quickly on the battlefield?"
Minato shifted uncomfortably, his erection straining against his pants. "There was an incident in the training grounds." She finally glanced up, her eyes lingering on the bulge between his legs. "You look ready to burst. Sit down before you embarrass yourself."
He perched on the edge of the chair while she openly licked her lips at his crotch. His cock throbbed painfully. Tsunade grabbed a sake bottle, poured two cups, and leaned over his chair, her massive tits practically falling out of her barely-tied robe.
"Drink," she ordered, shoving the cup into his hand. "I've got a proposition for you. How'd you like to fuck every wet cunt in this village? The clan matriarchs begging for it, the elders' wives on their knees... even Kushina's little friends spreading their legs the minute you walk in."
She leaned in closer, her massive tits spilling from her robe right into his face as she gripped the arm of his chair. "You know," she growled, "I can't stop thinking about how you jerked that thick cock watching us."
The memory hit him like a punch: Kushina on all fours, ass up, getting pounded raw by Sarutobi while Jiraiya face-fucked her so hard she gagged, Tsunade with three fingers in her dripping cunt barking orders at them all. He tried to play dumb, staring at the floor. "I don't know what—"
"Shut the fuck up." Her laugh was pure sin. "You beat your meat for nearly an hour. I watched you cum like a fucking geyser." She jumped onto the desk, legs spread wide, her soaked panties inches from his face.
"Did you like watching me finger my pussy while your precious wife got her holes filled?" Minato's cock strained painfully against his zipper. "I wasn't—" She cut him off, rubbing her clit through the damp fabric.
"Don't lie. Your cock's throbbing right now just like it was when you couldn't even walk straight afterward."
His face went hot, cock throbbing painfully. "I'm married," he stammered, "I love Kushina."
Tsunade snorted, leaning closer until her massive tits pressed against his chest. "Your wife was begging for cocks last night while you jerked off watching. Love's got nothing to do with it."
She dragged his hand between her thighs and made him feel just how soaking wet she was for him, practically dripping all over his fingers. "Just picture it," she purred, grinding against his palm, "every matriarch in the clan, every elder's wife, every tight little kunoichi in the village, all kneeling for you.
"I can make every cock-hungry slut in this village spread her legs for you if you bend me over this desk and fuck me like the dirty whore I am.
Your precious wife? She was leaking cum from her pussy, ass, and mouth after those old men used her like a cheap toy. That cum-bucket took load after load.
Then Fugaku and his buddies took turns. Hiashi, Shikaku, all of them—they destroyed her holes while she begged for more. I fingered my soaking cunt watching them pound her.
Fuck, I need to taste her juices so bad. Ram that thick meat inside me now and I'll tell you how she screamed each time they filled her up. I need you to fuck me, Minato. I've been dripping wet for you for years."
Tsunade grabbed his chin hard with her fingers, forcing his face up to hers. "Don't act shy now," she said, her nipples visibly hardening through her mesh top.
"Sarutobi used to bend me over while Jiraiya watched, then they'd switch. I'd get so fucking wet knowing they were watching me take it."
Her hand slid down to squeeze his throat. "But the way you looked at us that night—like you were starving and we were your last meal." He jerked back, spilling sake on his crotch. As he dabbed at it awkwardly, she pressed her massive tits against his chest and bit his earlobe.
"Stop lying," she hissed, grinding against his thigh. "You weren't just watching—you were fucking me with your eyes. I've been dripping wet thinking about you inside me ever since."
Tsunade was grinding on his thigh now, the heat of her pussy soaking through both their clothes. Minato opened his mouth to protest, but Tsunade clapped a hand over it, stifling his words with her palm.
"Shh. You think Kushina isn't getting stuffed full of clan cock as we speak?" Tsunade's voice was low and hungry, lips at his ear. "The Hyuga matriarch is hosting an 'interclan reconciliation' tonight. Fugaku. Hiashi. Shikaku. They'll take turns fucking her until she can't stand. You want to sit here worrying, or you want to fuck me so hard I can't walk for a week?"
He pictured Kushina on her knees, pale thighs spread, red hair tangled in some bastard's fist as she slurped up another man's cum. The image made his cock twitch and pulse in his pants.
Tsunade felt it, and grinned.
His throat went dry. His wife was getting railed by the entire Hyūga clan right now—probably on her knees with cum dripping down her thighs. Fuck it. His cock throbbed painfully against his zipper, the head already leaking pre-cum into his boxers.
Tsunade's hungry eyes locked onto his bulge, and she licked her lips like a predator spotting easy prey. "That's a big problem you've got there," she purred, reaching down to squeeze herself through her soaked panties.
"See that?" She set her sake cup aside and slid around the desk in one fluid motion. She grabbed his face, her thumbs tracing circles on his cheekbones, thumbs brushing down to his jaw.
"No more Mr. Perfect Hokage. Tonight, I want you raw. I want you to fuck me like I'm your filthy little slut."
He almost moaned out loud. The words—rail her, ruin her—burned on his tongue, but he swallowed them back. Tsunade leaned in, her lips just inches from his ear. Her breath was warm.
"You think Kushina didn't let go? She came three times last night. Screamed your name like a banshee under my hands."
She straightened, shoulders loose, triumphant. "That honesty—good. Now a second step: stop caring about right and wrong. Start wanting." She poured them each another cup of sake and shoved the glass into his trembling hand.
Click—the door locked behind her and the office felt smaller, hotter. She turned, eyes gleaming, licked her lips. "You're not going anywhere until you beg for it."
He swallowed hard. She stalked around him, then perched on the desk edge, jeans hugging every curve of her hips. Her knees spread, taunting him. "Tell me exactly what you fantasized about while watching Kushina lose herself."
His cheeks burned. He lowered his gaze. "I—I pictured you under me, head thrown back, nails digging in. Imagined taking you harder than anyone ever has."
Tsunade's grin sharpened. "Good boy." She leaned forward, strands of hair brushing his cheek. "Now I'll remind you how it's done." Her fingers slid beneath his waistband, warm and teasing. She circled the tip of his cock through his boxers. His breath hitched.
She unbuckled his belt with slow precision, then yanked down his zipper. His cock sprang free, thick and pulsing. Tsunade let out a soft laugh. "No wonder Kushina can't get enough," she murmured, palming him. "But you're holding back—you deserve more."
Her grip tightened, guiding him to the edge of insanity. Tonight, she'd teach him how to lose control. And he ached to learn.
Tsunade ripped her robes off, her massive tits bouncing free. She grabbed Minato by the hair and shoved a nipple into his mouth. "Suck my tits like you mean it," she ordered, grinding her wet pussy against his thigh.
Minato latched on hungrily, his cock throbbing painfully as he finally got to taste what he'd been jerking off to for years. He couldn't believe the Tsunade was letting him suck her legendary tits. Now he was going to fuck her brains out just like he'd always fantasized.
He sucks Tsunade's nipple hard, making her moan like a slut. "Fuck yes, bite it," she demands, shoving his face between her massive tits. Her nipples are rock-hard, and he sucks them hungrily while she grinds her soaking wet pussy against his thigh.
"You like these big tits in your face, don't you?" she growls, forcing his mouth deeper. Minato groans around her nipple as she yanks his hair painfully.
The musky scent of her cunt makes his cock throb painfully in his pants. He bites down harder, making her squeal and grind faster against him. "Such a dirty boy,"
Tsunade pants, grabbing his bulge and squeezing it roughly. "Your cock feels so fucking big." She suddenly rips his hair back. "Get naked. Now."
Minato rips off his flak jacket, tosses it onto the desk, and fumbles with his shirt—the fabric clings to his sweat-slick chest.
Tsunade growls impatiently and tears it down his arms, the sound of ripping fabric making his cock throb harder. She shoves him roughly, sending him stumbling backward until his ass hits the chair. "Too slow," she hisses, already yanking at his pants.