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The Spotlight	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 52314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 1-The Spotlight
- 2-The Grade
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Here's the second chapter.
Enjoy!
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Hinata grinned like a fiend at the look on her husband’s face.
“Well…” she purred, shaking her rump like the tease she was. “Do you like it?”
“Do I like it?” he said incredulously, a bulge evident in his pants. “You better believe I fucking like it, Hinata-chan. “ A woman like this was a once in a lifetime catch, something that Naruto realized dearly. Not just every wife would leave herself like this at home, waiting for her dear husband to return.
She had handcuffed herself to the headband of their bed - a pair of fuzzy pink manacles that she had bought from a ‘specialty’ store. Hinata wore a schoolgirl outfit, complete with a sailor fuku and a short skirt. Positioned on the bed as she was, Naruto could plainly see that this naughty girl had no panties on underneath her skirt… nor a bra.
Naruto gently closed the bedroom door behind him. In no time at all, his shirt and pants were off, his member already at half mast from the mere sight of his wife in such a position.
“Now, now, Hyuga-san…” he murmured. “You’ve been a real bad girl, haven’t you?”
“I’m sorry, Uzumaki-sensei.” Hinata whimpered, turning her head from him.
“Mmm…” Naruto hummed, climbing onto the bed. His hand ran over her firm ass, squeezing it through the fabric of her skirt. “You’re going to need a suitable punishment,” he said softly. “I think anal might be just right.”
“If you say so,” she said, smiling. “Just be gentle, Uzumaki-sensei.” Hinata mumbled, as he hiked her skirt up. “I don’t want my parents to know what I’ve been up too…”
“Gentle?” Naruto said, chuckling lightly. “Oh… Hyuga-san, oh sweet, sweet, Hyuga-san.” He smacked one of her ass cheeks, leaving a red imprint of his hand. “You won’t be able to walk for a week after I’m done with you.”
He grabbed a bottle of lube off of the nightstand, slathering the see through liquid onto his hardened member. Naruto made sure to rub some of it into her puckered hole as well, sticking a finger inside coated with the lubricant and twisting it about - to make the process as effortless and as painless as possible.
A few moments of preparation later, and she was ready.
Naruto pressed himself at the entrance of her ass, and with a soft thrust, slid inside. He grit his teeth - she was so tight, so warm. Inch after inch of his member went into her ass, Hinata groaning against the headboard.
“Fuck…” he groaned, both of his hands gripping her asscheeks tightly. “You’re so tight, babe.” Naruto murmured. “Fuck… how are you always so damn tight?”
Hinata chuckled. “I don’t know.” she murmured. “But don’t act like you don’t like it.”
Tied up like this, her arms made completely useless, Hinata felt so defenseless. If Naruto really wanted to, he could have his way with her in any way he wanted - and she would be powerless to resist.
And that thought only made her wetter, her juices dripping down onto the bed as her stud of a husband pumped himself further into her asshole.
He gave her another smack on the ass, throwing his head back. “Fuck…!” Naruto growled. “You like that, don’t you?” he said, another hand landing squarely on her asscheek. “You love it, don’t you, Hyuga-san?”
“Uzumaki-sensei…” she purred, bucking her hips back against him. “You’re so… big…!” Hinata moaned, her indigo hair falling in a curtain down her back. “You feel so good inside of me, Uzumaki-sensei.”
Naruto reached a hand in between her thighs, knowing just how close she was. The tiniest nudge against her clit sent her over the edge - and with a guttural groan she came, her juices sloshing out onto the sheets. Her bowels tightened immensely around him, and Naruto had to grit his teeth and hold his breath in order to not blow his load right then and there.
Once the tightest has subsided just a tad, he began to thrust once more. Naruto reached forward, pulling at her shirt - the buttons popping apart. He discarded the sailor fuku off to the side, groping his wife’s breasts in just the way he knew she loved. He teased her rosy nipples, pinching and running them over in between his fingers.
Another hard thrust hit that spot, buried deep in her ass, and she came, crying out against the headboard. She became so tight that Naruto simply couldn’t help himself - and with a grunt he came as well, burying himself as deeply in her ass as he could go, spraying a load into her bowels.
He fell onto his back, panting. The sight of her asshole - gaping, with globs of his cum leaking from it, sent his member back on the track to hardness once more.
“Uzumaki-sensei~” Hinata murmured. “I hope you’re not done just yet~!”
Fuck… this girl was going to be the death of him. Not that he’d have it any other way, of course.
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“An F?” Hinata said, a hand on her hip as she read her son’s report card. “How do you get an F in history, Boruto?”
He groaned. “Umino-sensei is such a bore,” Boruto whined. “All he does is make us do work out of the textbook. We never use the computers, we never use the-”
“I don’t want any excuses.” Hinata said. “This has been going on the entire year.” The ex-Hyuga told him. “You should have told me or your father - we could have helped you!”
“Tch. I’m just going to fail the stupid class anyway.” Boruto grumbled. He sighed. “Whatever. Umino-sensei told me that he wants you or dad to go to school for some conference thing.”
“Hmm.” Hinata hummed, interest in her pale eyes. “When is it?”
“Tomorrow.” Boruto said. “After school at around six. Why?”
“I’m going to have a talk with your teacher.” said Hinata, suppressing a smirk. “We’ll see about getting your grades bumped up, sweetie.” She quickly scrawled her signature on the report card, before handing it back to Boruto. “Now… you’re going to tell your father about your grades, Boruto.” she said, murmuring it into his ear as Naruto walked into the room. “Don’t think you’re getting out of this without a punishment.
Boruto blanched. When his mother said punishment, she meant punishment.
She smiled. “What do you want with dinner, dear?” Hinata asked. “Apple or orange juice?”
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Hinata let out a soft sigh, standing in front of the door of Boruto’s teacher, Umino Iruka.
Clad in a low cut top, and a tight, black skirt that fell to mid thigh, Hinata was quite the eye catcher - especially with the way she walked, hips swaying from side to side as if she knew nearly every male gaze in the building was on her, or more specifically, her rump.
Reaching forward a dainty wrist, she knocked on the door, humming a happy little ditty under her breath. Moments passed, before it swung open - the tall figure of Iruka appearing before her.
“Ah, Uzumaki-san!” Iruka said, trying very hard not to look at her cleavage. “Come in, come in. I’ve been expecting you.”
Hinata smiled, ruby red lips looking plump and inviting. “Thank you, Umino-kun.” she said, her voice sultrily. “Boruto told me that you called me here to talk about his grade in your class.”
Iruka nodded. “He’s a bright kid, but with all due respect, Uzumaki-san - he just doesn’t know how to pay attention.” the teacher explained. “I’ve tried my best with him. Detention, repeated warnings, incomplete after incomplete, and yet he just won’t listen.”
He sat down in his chair, Hinata pulling up a chair opposite his desk and sitting down there. One of her legs came up, her skirt hiking up slightly to reveal a creamy thigh.
“Surely there must be something we can do.” Hinata said, her voice the very picture of innocence. “Extra credit… summer school... “
Iruka shook his head. “I didn’t call you here today to discuss whether or not your son can still pass my class.” he said. “I called you here to tell you that your son will fail my class.”
Hinata smirked. “Are you sure about that, Umino-kun?” she asked, her voice low. She stood, placing her hands on his desk and bending over slightly - giving him an impressive view of her bust, so much cleavage shown that a mere centimeter more would reveal her perky nipples. “There’s… nothing we can do?”
Iruka’s face heated up slightly, and Hinata’s smirk only widened. “N-no.” he said, forcing himself to stare her in the eyes. “There’s nothing w-we can do, Uzumaki-san.”
“Oh… I have an idea of what we can do.” she purred. “Sit tight, Umino-kun. I’m going to make sure we have some… privacy.”
She strolled around the room, closing blinds, bathing the room in darkness. Hinata stepped up the door - sliding a small plaque in front of the window there, completely cutting her and Iruka off from the outside world. She flicked the light switch on, a small smile on her face.
“Do you find me attractive, Umino-kun?” Hinata asked, walking over to him, placing a hand on his desk - mere inches away from his own.
“A-attractive?” he asked, cursing his stuttered.
The TV news reporter slid onto his desk, lying across it as if it were a bed. A leg came up - and Iruka caught a glimpse of lacy blue panties before forcing himself to look away.
“I find you attractive.” Hinata murmured. “Sexy, even.” She reached forward, carressing one of his cheeks. “Do you want me, Umino-kun?” Hinata said, her other hand pulling back her top - to reveal a matching blue bra, her nipple poking through the thin fabric.
“I-I-I-” Iruka tried to say.
She put a finger over his lip. “Shh…” she whispered, slipping off of the desk, and right into his lap. “Just let it happen, Umino-kun.” Hinata said, her plump lips mere inches away from his own. “You can’t deny it- in fact, I know that you find me attractive.”
The bulge pressing against her thigh told all, and it told Hinata that Iruka wanted her - badly. Only mere professional courtesy and decency was holding him back from bending her over the desk and fucking her.
Hinata unzipped his pants, biting her lip as she fished his member out from the depths of his trouser. It sprung out - at full mast, a bit of pre cum dripping from the tip. She gave it a few experimental strokes, loving the small moans that he was emitting at her soft touch.
She reached a hand beneath her skirt, pulling back the fabric of her panties. With a little maneuvering, his member was soon pressing against her folds - and then, she was sinking down onto him.
Iruka moaned, her inner walls clutching him tightly. She kissed him on the nose, right on the scar that ran across it. “You feel so good inside of me, Umino-kun.” she whispered to him, her arms digging into his brown hair. “Do I feel good as well?”
“Yes…” he murmured. “You feel so good, Uzumaki-san.”
“I’d prefer Hinata-chan… or Uzumaki-chan if you’d like.” Hinata said, smiling softly. She wriggled her hips slightly, enjoying the feeling of his cock scraping against her walls. His eyes were glued to her breasts, at the rosy nipples that poked through her shirt. “You can play with them if you’d like,” she said, giggling lightly. “I don’t mind.”
His hands reach up, to caress her firm tits. They were so supple and soft beneath his touch, like a pair of soft marshmallows that rested on her chest. She let out a low moan as he pinched a nipple, Iruka grinning slightly.
He closed his eyes. “You’re so tight, Uzumaki-san…” he murmured. “You feel amazing.”
“It’s Uzumaki-chan,” she scolded. “Don’t think you can get away with treating me so informally, Umino-kun.”
“Alright… Uzumaki-chan.” Iruka said. “I-I think I’m going to… you know.” he said rather meekly. “Where… where do you want me to do it?”
She grinned, almost wanting to pinch his cheeks. “Inside is fine, Umino-kun.” she said. “I want to feel your hot seed inside of me.” Hinata moaned, as her teased her nipple with his thumb. “Fill me up good, Umino-kun… and maybe this won’t be a one time thing.” She shot a wink at him, causing him to flush.
Hinata began to bounce faster and faster, occasionally pausing for a brief moment to rock her hips back and forth on his mem
ber. The chair squeaked beneath them, most likely not built to support the weight of two - even if Hinata could barely crack sixty-five kilos soaking wet.
With a long drawn out groan he came, cumming inside of her. Hinata continued to grind on top of him, her walls milking him for every drop of his warm goo, until he was spent. He slipped out of her, Hinata sliding off of his lap and onto the desk once more.
She showed him her cunt - spreading her folds open to show the creampie that he had left behind, Iruka’s jizz leaking down her thigh.
“You see the mess that you left behind, Umino-kun?” she said. “Mmm… I guess I’ll have to clean it up.” Hinata reached a hand down, scooping up the cum that had leaked from her cunt and popping it into her mouth, moaning at the taste. “You’re delicious, Umino-kun.” She licked her lips. “Sweet, like wine.”
“Wow…” he groaned, his mind failing him at the unbelievable sight.
Hinata stood, hiking her skirt back down, and smoothing out her shirt. She straightened her hair once more, a smile on her face.
“So…” she murmured. “How do you feel about Boruto’s grade now?”
Iruka felt like he went cross eyed just staring at her. “I think a C would be fair…” he slurred. “He has put in some effort, I suppose.”
Hinata grinned. “That’s better.” She glanced down. “Oh! I suppose I made a bit of a mess as well.” She dropped to her knees, settling herself in between his legs. “Here… let me clean you up.”
Iruka groaned, as she took his flaccid length into her mouth.
“Did I say C…?” Iruka mumbled. “I think I meant B...”
Her grin widened. ‘I think I can bump that up to an A,’ she thought, suckling at his member. A nice blowjob, after all, could change any man’s mind.
Fortunately for Hinata, Boruto decided never to ask why his grade had gone from an F to an A plus. All he knew was this - his mother had come home from the meeting happier than she had went, and Umino-sensei had avoided making eye contact with him for the rest of the semester.
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Hmm. Everybody's happy in the end, I guess.
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