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Her face red as velvet, Temari opened her mouth in protest.

But before even a syllable could escape her lips, Sasuke cut her off with a firm look.

“What were you going to say?” he snarled, tone low and teeming with danger.

The Uchiha took a silent step forward; Temari took a step back, a doe-like look in her eyes.

“I-I am not wearing this!” she whispered, though her voice was hoarse, and lacked any authority. “What if someone looks and sees through the window?”

“Then we’ll close the blinds.”

“But-”-

“No buts—wear it.”

Her hands shook, her skin pale, fingers gripping the garment so tightly that her knuckles had turned a ghastly white.

What was it that was in her hands?

Well, that was a simple question to answer.

It was a bikini—a two-piece, dyed a shade of teal that was the same as her eyes. It was nice… not expensive, but not cheap either.

Now, they weren’t going to the beach. He just wanted her to wear it—or, more accurately, he wanted her to wear it around his house, in front of him, at his behest and because he wanted her to wear it.

The reasoning was simple: he already owned her. He controlled her. But her resistance was not quite broken yet. It was easy to dominate someone when he had his massive cock sheathed to the hilt inside of them, but it was another story when he refrained from using that option. Sasuke simply wanted to break her in. He wanted her to know who her owner was—he wanted her to grow used to carrying out his demands, even if there wasn’t the proverbial carrot-on-a-stick that was his cock waiting to reward her if she did.

And, just as important as that, he wanted her to get used to her harem mates as well.

There was a loud clang of pans from the kitchen, accompanied by a soft humming. Sakura was in there, washing the dishes—and just like Temari was to be, she was clad in a bikini, a hot pink colored one. Branded on the back of the bikini bottom was an Uchiha emblem… which was the same case as Temari’s bikini as well. His mark; his signature. Proof of who owned them.

Temari took a deep breath.

Her hands still continued to shake.

But, with watery eyes, she gently began to slip out of her clothes. Sasuke’s lip curled as her kimono was shed, revealing that she hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear—the dirty whore. Once the clothes were gone, she was quick to put on the bikini, jerking up the bikini bottoms and slipping into the bikini top.

Her chest heaved as Sasuke looked her over in that tight bikini. Truly, she looked gorgeous. The swimwear seemed to make every single one of her curves stand out; it was the kind of outfit that had Sasuke rock-hard, erection twitching angrily against the inside of his trousers.

Sasuke allowed her a simple reward: a soft smile from him.

“Go in there and help Sakura wash the dishes,” he said. “She can wash them, you put them away. Alright?”

She stared at him, transfixed by his… smile… and by how soft his voice was.

Was this how he acted when he was pleased with her?

Temari gulped.

“Okay,” she mumbled.

“Good,” Sasuke said, patting her on the shoulder affectionately. “Sarada is staying at Chocho’s house, so you won’t need to worry about anyone bursting in on us. And we made sure that all the blinds are closed, so again, you won’t need to worry about anyone peeking at you, either. Now go.”

Temari closed her eyes, a light blush on her cheeks.

“Of course, Sasuke.” Her voice was but a whisper—a pleasant one.

And finally, she went. Sasuke watched her go — he even took in the wonderful sight of her ass. Hips swaying from side to side, ass cheeks jiggling slightly. The Uchiha brand in the back of her bikini bottoms like a calling sign.

He heard Sakura talking to Temari affectionately.

She was happy to have the blonde here. To see another woman subjected to the glory of her husband’s cock; to have someone to share her secret with — the deep craving she had, almost bone deep, for Sasuke’s cum. A secret Temari now shared.

Sasuke smirked.

Now, there was the problem of his hard-on to attend to.

He gently undid his trousers, allowing his erection to slip out. He wasn’t about to jerk off then and there — but he had some use for it.
Sasuke took out his phone, pulling up the video camera… and, like the asshole he was, he spent a good twenty seconds recording himself gently stroking his erect member.

Then, he sent it to Karui. There was no need to give her a break after all — he had to keep her horny, he had to keep her needy, he had to keep her-

Ding. Soft, but audible. Any shinobi worth his salt would have heard it.

Sasuke looked up.

“What the hell?” he mumbled, as he heard a muffled gasp.

Sakura and Temari hadn’t seemed to notice anything; his eyebrow scrunched with confusion. Quickly, Sasuke pulled his trousers back up… fast as he could go, he bound up the stairs, and into his room.

The window was open, and it hadn’t been about twenty minutes ago when he was up here.

He could feel the chakra signature perched in his closet, clear as day. Those clothes it was hiding behind did nothing to conceal themself from a shinobi like Uchiha Sasuke.

Sasuke took a step forward, batting aside one of Sakura’s sexy roleplay outfits… to stare into Karui’s hazel eyes.

“H-hi,” the dark skinned beauty whispered.

“Hello,” Sasuke said after a second, and he was smirking. “Was that your phone going off up here?” His smirk widened. “Did you think you were going to get the drop on me?”

“No!” she insisted. “I just- uh… wanted to… um…”

“Wait for me?” Sasuke said. “Did you think that if I found you up here, all alone, on top of my bed, I’d just go ahead and fuck you like you want to be fucked, you dirty little slut?”

For a moment, she was silent. Was what she supposed to say to that?

The truth was what she decided on.

Karui gulped.

“Yes,” she said.

“Ah.” Sasuke nodded. “Well, you were honest.” He tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. “I suppose that earns you a reprieve. Get the fuck out of that closet and follow me.”

He turned and walked away, and out of the room. After a moment’s pause, Karui followed, tiptoeing carefully, well aware that Sasuke’s wife was in the house. She’d expected Sakura to leave at some point — and she was going to hide out in the closet until she got a moment with Sasuke alone. That had been the entire point of her sneaking into the house in the first place! What was he doing?

Sasuke lead her down the stairs, into the living room, and then into the kitchen.

Where Karui was met with the sight of two bikini clad women washing dishes, each with the Uchiha crest on the back of their bikini bottoms. Sakura was obvious with her pink hair; Temari was even more obvious with her ponytails.

“She’s mine, you know,” Sasuke whispered to Karui — neither of his two cum sluts at the sink were aware of them. “Temari. I fucked her in the bed she and Shikamaru share every night. I’ve came so deep inside of her that she’ll never be rid of my essence, of my touch. I’ve done things to her that I’ve planned to do to you from the second I saw you at that bar.”

Karui sucked in a deep breath.

“Sakura-san… knows…?” she whispered.

“She encourages me,” Sasuke said. “Do you know who helped me take those pictures that got you to spread your legs? Do you know who told me that you were getting drunk at a bar?” He smirked. “I wanted to clear something up with you.” He put a hand on her back and lead her into the living room, so that they could talk at a normal volume. “I feel no guilt over fucking you,” Sasuke told her. “I’m not cheating on my wife. And I have no qualms about being polygamous.”

She stared at him, mouth open.

“You are the one who is cheating,” Sasuke continued. “You’re the one who’s fucking me behind your husband’s back. Your the one who snuck into my room a few minutes ago, hoping that I’d fuck you. You’re the one who Akimichi Choji loves — and you’re the woman that I’m about to fuck, right here and now.”

Karui’s lip wobbled — tears pooled in her eyes.

Because Sasuke had her in the gut with the last bit of defense she’d had.

That this was a shared crime. That they were both violating their bonds, with Sakura and Choji respectively. That they were in this together.

But they weren’t.

She was a hole for him to fuck; Sakura would quite literally shove him forward into her pussy if he wanted it. To her, however, Sasuke was… her lover. The man who had made her feel things nigh impossible with Choji. The man who had gotten her to shelve her pride and put her horny desires over her mind’s cold logic.

But, as she watched him lower his hands and yet again undo his trousers, she could already feel her will being sapped. Her loins growing hot; her panties getting damp. His hardened member slipped out, and that was that. She was hooked.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered.

And she did.

Shirt, pants, panties and bra — they were all flung off. She was panting with need when she was finally fully nude. Her dark skin glistened with a thin sheen with sweat; her hazel eyes, still watery, stared down at the hard piece of meat between his legs. So big. So hard.

Sasuke smirked.

Then he reached forward, grabbing her head roughly. Karui yelped, but she was helpless to resist — instinct made her claw at his hand, but it was about as useless as a mouse waving its fist at a cat.

She was dragged into the kitchen, where Temari and Sakura still washed dishes.

Sasuke threw her against the stove, just to the left of the two bikini girls. He bent her over; he gave her ass a ringing slap. Then he grabbed the hilt of his cock, spread open her pussy lips with two fingers, and slid himself into her depths.

She moaned.

She bucked her hips.

And her resistance faded away, just like that.

“W-what are you doing?” Temari cried. “That’s-”

“Oh, Karui,” Sakura said. “Nice of you to join us.” She was washing a plate, soaps and suds littering her front. “Don’t worry about it, Temari,” the pink haired woman said. “Sasuke’s just breaking her in.”

“Huh- huh?” Temari mumbled. “That’s… the wife of Shika’s teammate…” she whispered.

“It is,” Sakura said. “But now she’s Sasuke-sama’s bitch. And so are you. So be quiet, wash the dishes, and he might fuck you after he’s done with Karui.” She smiled and giggled almost girlishly. “Come on, Temari! No time to waste.”

Temari gulped, well aware of how wet she was growing. “Alright,” she muttered, taking the plate offered by Sakura and moving to dry it off.

Sasuke slammed in and out of Karui with glee. “God damn!” he hissed, giving her ass another slap. “She is tight, Sakura,” Sasuke told his wife. “I guess Choji hasn’t been using her enough; that’s just better for me, I suppose.”

“Are you going to creampie her, sweetie?” Sakura asked. “I’d ask you not to, since I just mopped the floor…”

“I’ll creampie her whether I want to or not,” Sasuke growled, and Sakura recoiled slightly. “But I won’t. I think I’ll shoot a nice load over her face and have you and Temari lick it off. What do you think?”

Sakura giggled. “Sounds good to me!” she said, returning to her dishes.

Temari shuddered at the thought of Sasuke’s cum on her tongue, and returned to drying the plate before she got even more horny… and perhaps even elected to try and get her piece of the action. Damn — she was already ruining the bikini bottom Sasuke had given her. Juices leaking down her thigh, the front completely soaked through.

“Come on, bitch!” Sasuke grasped Karui’s hair, forcing her head against the counter, deepening his thrusts. “Moan for me; moan for my two women over there. Tell them how much you love your husband when you’re bucking your hips back against my cock.”

“G-guh!” Karui moaned. “S-Sasuke~!” she squealed, as her nipples bit into the wooden counter.

“Sakura, go fetch me my phone,” Sasuke said. “It’s in my pants in the living room.”

“Yes, Sasuke-sama,” she choursed, setting down the bowl she was washing and darting away at once. A moment later she had returned, giving her lover the phone he had requested.

He pulled up the camera, posed it in front of Karui’s borderline-orgasmic face — Sasuke’s smirking features looming behind her — and took the picture. Her hazel eyes widened to the size of saucers.

“That’s a nice picture,” Sasuke murmured. He waved the screen right in front of her face, the image proudly displayed on it. “Look at that.” He chuckled darkly. “Oi, Sakura.” Sasuke showed her the picture. “Do you think Choji’s ever seen that face on dear little Karui here?”

Sakura giggled fiendishly. “Karui talks a lot when she’s drunk,” the pink haired girl said, passing off a plate to the ever-silent Temari — who was busy fighting her own internal battle of lust.

“Oh?” Sasuke asked. His smirk was so wide that it almost looked as if he was grinning.

“Let’s just say… the only way Choji could get her off is when he ate her out,” Sakura said snidely. “And she made a point to mention how much he preferred to eat other things instead.” Not other women, of course; Choji was no cheater.

But he wasn’t Sasuke. He was- some boy with a kind smile and a healthy appetite that she’d married. Not a sex god; not a man with a cock as hard as diamonds and that could penetrate the womb her daughter had been born from.

It was a pity that her body yearned for one of those two, and it most certainly wasn’t Choji.

“God…” Karui whispered.

Sasuke sunk himself to the hilt inside of her again. So- so deep. She could feel that monstrous length twitching inside of her. Even a twitch made her entire body ring with pleasure. Even a subtle buck of his hips made her vision shed stars.

“Please-” the dark skinned goddess whimpered. “Please… delete it.”

“Delete what?”

“... the picture… the one you just took.” Karui’s voice was quiet, hardly audible over the sound of Sakura’s hands splashing in the water that was in the sink as she washed a dish.

“Oh, you want me to send it to Choji?” Sasuke said mockingly. “I bet he’d love that. What husband wouldn’t? He just wants to see you happy — and where are you happier than impaled on my cock, Karui?” He ground his hips against her, and she swore her cervix was about to give out and grant him entrance to her womb. “Huh, Karui? Where?”

“Sas-uke,” she groaned. Karui felt as if she was being suffocated, shoved up against the counter, her cheek pressed against the wood. Her body was giving out beneath his assault.

“I will take whatever pictures of you I want to,” Sasuke whispered into her ear. “I will take a picture of your naked, destroyed body after I’m done with you, and show it to the entire village if that’s what I wish.” He sucked in a breath. “You are mine. Your body is mine. Choji may be your husband, but I am your master.” He continued to hammer into her. She could hardly catch his words, the air being squeezed from her lungs by his powerful thrusts.

“You- you-”

He grabbed her hair once more, jerking her head back.

“All you have to do is play along; do as I tell you, and your husband will never have to find out. Your daughter won’t find out how much of a whore her mother is. The village won’t see how much of a dirty slut you are. And more importantly… you’ll have the opportunity to be fucked by me, day in and day out, forever. How does that sound?”

Another thrust. She came around his cock — oh God. She couldn’t see. She slumped over, held up by his strong arms.
“Yours…” Karui mumbled.

There was a starry look in Sakura’s eyes — as if she were recalling the moment Sasuke had broken her. Such a sweet, romantic night it had been… being fucked like an animal, having her womb filled to the brim, having to wake up the next morning to service and make breakfast for her new master.

Temari-

Well, she was on the verge of defeat in her ‘battle’ of lust. Even drying the dishes has become a monumental task for the poor woman, when all she wanted to do was touch herself to the sounds of Sasuke fucking the dark skinned redhead beside them.

“You are mine,” Sasuke growled.

He buried himself inside of her once again.

Karui could only purr as she was filled up.

Her first creampie from a real man.

What a glorious moment.

Piping hot cum, swirling around her insides; invading her womb. If she wasn’t on birth control, she would have been pregnant a thousand times over, she was sure.

“Sasuke-sama…” she whimpered. He pulled out slightly, then jammed his cock back inside of her again, even as he continued to cum inside of her. That one action forced another word out of her lips: “Sasuke-sama!”

He pulled out of her all the way, and she drooped to the floor.

Sasuke seized her hair, turned her head, and stroked out the last of his orgasm across her face. Three massive bursts of seed, the tail end of his orgasm but more than enough to coat her features. Choji would have been blessed to coat a fourth of it with two loads… yet Sasuke could do it with the last little bit of one.

She blinked several times, dark skin contrasting wonderfully with the white cum smeared across her face.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he admitted to Sakura, who was frowning at him — mostly because his sloppy creampie had already begun to leak out of Karui and onto the floor.

Sasuke smirked as he turned to his right slightly.

Temari was down on her knees. Face flushed and her expression desperate.

“Please fuck me,” she begged, bikini bottom gathered around her thighs and four fingers steadily thrusting in and out of her needy pussy.

“I think you’re missing something there,” Sasuke told her.

Temari whimpered. “Please fuck me… Sasuke-sama…” she said, without even an ounce of hesitation. Submission was evident in every joint of her body.

“Good,” he said. “You can clean my cock off first, though.”

Without waiting for a response, he seized one of her pony tails and pressed his still hard cock against her lips. On instinct she opened them, and before she could even begin to brace herself, he had shoved his cock into her mouth like a plug.

She bobbed her head back and forth weakly.

“Clean you dumb bitch,” Sasuke growled. “Use your tongue; your saliva. This isn’t a blowjob.”

Tears pooled in her eyes — having such a large cock shoved down ones throat could do that to you — but she went ahead and did as he asked. Her tongue swirled around his shaft. The sheer size of it ensured that it took quite a while for her to fully clean it off.

By the time she was done, Karui had keeled over onto the floor, sprawled out with her pussy still leaking and her face glistening with his seed. Sakura had to nudge her out of the way so she could finish washing the dashes.

It was important to note that Sakura had significantly prolonged the process of washing the dishes. Mostly because she knew Sasuke loved to stare at her ass, and also because sooner or later he was going to bend one of them over that sink and dry fuck them if he wanted to. It was only bad luck that it wasn’t her.

Sakura sighed.

“I’ll clean it… and her… up once I’m done,” she muttered.

“Good,” Sasuke said. “I think I’ll take Temari for a spin in the living room..

“Sounds good to me,” Sakura mumbled, grinning.

Karui was finally his, and Temari seemed to have fallen all over again…

What a productive day.

And truthfully, this wasn’t even the end for the dark skinned goddess and the curvy blonde. There were still many more boundaries to break, holes to stretch out, positions to try out. He wasn’t done with either of them yet… not by a long shot.
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