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Naruto Penthouse Letter - The Flute Whore	By : blueh Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1297 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: To my To
Love Again readers, I have not abandoned the story. Well, more info in my
author�s panel if you�re interested to find out.

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Dear Penthouse:

A few nights ago, I met a man at my
workplace. 11pm sharp. It was raining viciously outside. So I assumed he came
in for shelter. The minute he walked through the door, partially drenched from
head downward, I held my breath. I watched as the water glided down his
whiskered (yea, whiskered) caramel cheek. How I envied those little droplets.
He removed his trench coat, leaving them in the cloakroom. My eyes followed
every movement he made. How he effortlessly took my breath away when he ran his
fingers through his wild golden wet locks. *licks* Damn it.

Now here comes the interesting part.
After roughly shaking those stubborn raindrops off his hair, his eyes captured
mine. What lustful eyes he had. I could almost see red. I was so lost that I
didn�t notice him walking towards me. Or perhaps, towards the counter and I was
the only bartender available. He asked for a martini.

�Sorry, sir. We�ve ran out of gin. Perhaps, champagne?
My compliment,� I offered. He looked at me in suspicion but accepted my offer.
I carefully place the champagne flute in front of the blue eyed man. I reached
inside a tray filled with black cherries. The first cherry disappeared into my
mouth to personally taste the sweetness before serving the client. We don�t
want to serve bad cherries, do we? That definitely caught his attention. So I
ran my tongue over my lips, screaming lust in my midnight black eyes. I could
surely see it in his. Taking the second cherry, I leaned forward. He mirrored
me. I dropped the sweet ripe cherry into his glass. �Enjoy your drink, sir. I�m
sure you�ll love it.� I slowly backed away.

Suddenly, I felt myself leaning forward.
Cold. Champagne. The coolness was washed off by warmth
on my bottom lip. I opened my eyes that I didn�t know closed. The whiskered man
kissed me, hard and deep. I gasped. His tongue slipped languidly into my mouth.
I tasted something sweet. A moan escaped. Was it me? Oh fuck. It was. �Washroom. Now,� he commanded before pulling away. I
shuddered. He left. I flicked my dark bangs from my eyes and followed not so
closely.

He had his back inclined to the wall. The flute glass still in his hand. I locked the door. He
smiled. It was captivating. In less than three seconds, I had my hands all over
him. Fuck, I�d never felt that horny before in my life. He stood there,
watching me as I lapped on his lips, nipped his jaw, sucked
on his caramel neck. I could taste the rain mixed with the musky scent of his.
In less than a minute, I got his clothes scattered all over the dingy orange
tiles.

I got lucky that night. He had the
perfect body. Strong and wide frame. He must have gone
to the gym everyday to achieve that mouth watering abs. I knew I was in for a
nice ride. My head swirled at the dirty images playing in my mind.

Out of the blue, I felt my back
prickled. I was rammed onto the black tiled wall. When did I get naked? I
moaned out loud as he took in my hard length expertly. He was the fast moving
type. Wasted no time. My erection was standing,
glorified and slicked in no time. Lucky me.

He turned me around before rubbing his
thick and hard cock on my bare ass. With his flute glass still in his right
hand, he poured the cool liquid over my neck. The liquid forked its way down my
back. I felt him smirking into my skin as he lapped on my champagne drenched
nape.

The next thing came unforeseen. My cock
felt constricted. It wasn�t warm, like a hand. It was hard and solid and cold.
Fuck. I was fucking the damn flute! And the worse part was I got even hornier.
I braced myself on the wall as two fingers went up my ass, taking dexterous
fingers greedily. I couldn�t contain the awfully girlish mewl that escaped my
mouth. He must have thought I was a fucking girl.

I growled, a macho growl, and glared at
him as the fingers left me. He whispered my name in my ear. How did he know my
name? I had forgotten my nametag that night. Before I could question him, he
began filling me up to the hilt. I sucked and held my breath in as I tried my
best to accommodate him, scrunching my face at the pain and pleasure coursing
through my lusty body.

�Move, damnit.� He complied
willingly and started fucking me faster and harder with each thrust. I moved my
hips, trying to get the most pleasure out of it, fucking the flute at the same
time. He bit on my shoulder, his left hand snaked to my nipple, rolling the sensitive
dusky nub between his thumb and index. More moans, pants, hisses and groans
filled the four walled room.

I cried out as he roughly pulled the
flute away. I heard glass shattering. I winced when he buried calloused fingers
into and tugged on my raven locks. His left hand traveled down to my aching
cock to pump it. The sensation that he was giving me made me see whites, cumming all over his hand. �You�re so beautiful, Sa�. Ahh!� He let out a feral groan. Liquid warmth filled and seeped
out of my hole. He withdrew, placing butterfly kisses over my back. We got
dressed. No words were exchanged. He left.

The next day, I came in ten minutes late
for work. I was greeted by Kiba, a workmate. �You�re
late. But not late enough to miss the important part.
Come. Kakashi�s gathering everyone in the private
room.� I followed him into the dark lit room.

�Ah� so everyone�s
here.� A man suited all black with an orange tie
came to my vision. I almost died of heart attack. �This is our boss� son, Uz�� I felt my body shuddering. I could hear nothing. The
whiskered man held up a champagne flute, giving a toast to the staff, before
letting his azure eyes lock on my coal black ones.

Work has never been the same after that
day. It became� fun� and exciting. I�m always looking forward to prepare
champagne for my whiskered man.

~flute whore

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