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The Postman	By : MrFreaky Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 19177 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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- 2-Part II
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The Postman
Part II

Characters/Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki & Anko Mitarashi

Type: 2 Shot (Complete)

Genre: Hardcore/Romance/Male/Female/Hentai/Exhibitionism/Cheating/ Consensual

Rating: M (Contains content suitable for mature teens and older)

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Summary: Anko Mitarashi loves a man in uniform and she is feeling sexually frustrated.

A/N: This is a 2 shot story. This story features Anko Mitarashi and Naruto Uzumaki. This story is set in modern times.

“There you go, Ma'am.” He had one of those sultry voices. He couldn't have possible been from the area.
“Where are you from?” She asked seductively, letting her eyes drift down to the increasing bulge in his slate blue uniform pants.
“Konoha.”
Mmmmmm, He's from my town! “I've never seen you around here before. Are you new?”
He chuckled slightly, loosening up a bit. “This is my first week on the job.”
“I see. I figured as much, because I'm sure I would have noticed you before. This is my first time getting a package since I moved in here, though. I've never paid attention to whoever puts the mail in the box, but I know I wouldn't have missed your fine ass. I couldn't have.”
He started blushing hard. “Thanks, ma'am,” he replied, letting his eyes drift down all over her nude body before narrowing in on her hard nipples.
“First of all, don't call me ma'am. My name is Anko.”
Beads of seat started forming on his forehead. She could tell he was eager to get his freak on, but he had no clue how to get started. He opted to try the coward's way out. “Listen ma'am, I me-me-mean Anko, I really should be going.”
He turned and headed toward the door, but she grabbed him by the elbow. She walked up to him from behind and slid her arms around his well-toned waist. “Before you do, care for a little afternoon sex?”
She could hear his breathing become shallow, but he didn't respond. She dropped her left hand below the belt and let her right one move upward until she was caressing his dick and one of his nipples at the same time. He was ready for her alright. Damn, was he ready!
“What's your name?” She inquired.
“Everyone calls me Naruto,” he managed to utter as she made her way around to the front of him.
He started trembling when she went down on her knees, unbuckling his belt on her way down. “Well, Naruto-kun,” she said while she worked on getting his dick out of her pants, “I'm starving. I haven't had a thing to eat all day. Mind if I have a little snack?”
Again, no answer. Then again, she wasn't really waiting on one.
She hungrily took in the head of his penis, letting her tongue slide in and out of the slit. Some of his juices immediately started to escape. “Oh, damn,” he whispered. “Oh, shit,” she whispered back. Then she went for the gold. For the next thirty minutes, she sucked on him like he was royalty. He came for the first time in less than five minutes, but she wouldn't let it go at that. She intended to teach his young ass how to last more than one time. That she did.
She could tell he had never been sucked off like that before. To be honest, she wasn't sure she'd ever given head so well before. Not to Genma. Not to anybody. That mere fact only served to motivate her.
After she deep-throated that bad boy until he came in her mouth three times, she glanced at the grandfather clock in the entry hall when the chimes announced it was three o'clock. Two more hours before Genma left the office. Damn, the possibilities!
They didn't exchange many words. Who needed them? She led Naruto into the kitchen, climbed up on the table, and spread her legs. Eating pussy was something he obviously didn't need to be schooled on. He ate her out big-time. Her clit was swollen by the time he got through with her, but it was the good kind of soreness. The kind that lets a girl know she's been down right.
Genma's imminent arrival was barreling in on them, and she should have probably ended the escapade right then and there. She had yet to actually get fucked, though. She told Naruto to follow her up the stairs. He was at her service and would have done any and everything she wanted.
They bypassed the master bedroom she shared with Genma and went into the guest bedroom. It was still in heavy stages of renovation. However, she chose that room for a particular reason, and she spotted it the second they entered. There was a huge antique mirror with an authentic bronze frame propped up over by the window. She purchased it at a flea market for a steal from an old woman who didn't realize what a treasure it was. She instructed Naruto to carefully lay it down in the middle of the floor on top of the tarp that was sprawled about because of the painting in progress. Genma planned to add another coat the following weekend.
Naruto still in his uniform, even though his pants were half way down. She wanted to see his ass naked. She demanded, “Take off all of your clothes.”
He complied in silence while she took her place on top of the mirror, getting down on her hands and knees. She wanted to do the doggy stroke. It's always been her favorite position. After he was naked, he joined her on the mirror. He was too damn handsome.
“Take this pussy, baby!” Once again, he complied, entering her pussy gently from behind. He began to stroke her slowly but she wanted him to fuck the living daylights out of her. She moved her hips back and forth on his dick to encourage him to intensify his efforts.
The real turn on was watching it all take place on the mirror. She had been taken from the rear dozens of times without having the benefit of watching her lover. That day she could see it all. They both could. She loved the way his fingers squeezed her nipples. The way his balls slammed up against the back of her thighs while his dick caught a rhythm. The way he gritted his teeth when she tightened her pussy around his dick. That damn ThighMaster tightens up more than just thigh muscles.
She could tell he was seconds away from cumming when his eyes started rolling around in his head. She knew he came when his semen trickled down onto the mirror along with her own juices. After they were done, they laid there on the mirror with his head on her chest, trying to get their breathing under control. She heard the grandfather clock strike five. Genma would be on his way to his car in the underground garage. She had less than fifteen minutes to cover her tracks.
She got Naruto out the house, promising him they would do it again sometime. He left out with a gigantic smile on his face. She don;t know if he got in trouble because he delivered his mail late, but she sure he felt it was worth it. She wiped off the mirror with glass cleaner, propped it back up against the wall, used air freshener, and sprayed the entire house. She turned on her Crockpot on the kitchen counter and threw turkey breast in the oven. Then she jumped in the shower just long enough to wash the vital parts with a loofah sponge and her herbal body wash. She brushed and gargled before slipping into a pair of sweats and one of Genma's T-shirts just in the nick of time. He walked through the door ten seconds after she got to the bottom of the stair's.
“Did you have a productive day?” He asked her.
“Absolutely!” She chuckled. “Very productive!”
Several months have passed since she first met Naruto. The house was all fixed up now, and Genma was acting more romantic. Even so, about once a month she would stand up in front of the bay window in her birthday suit when she saw Naruto approaching the mailbox out front. It was their version of the bat signal. She called it the fuck signal. Those days were always interesting. As for the antique mirror in the guest room---it gets put to a hell of a lot of use.

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