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Televised Ghosting	By : FieldDranzer Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 10974 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Hello, and welcome back to another round of Halloween-themed stories. This time around, we return to finish up the Televised Ghosting series, with two chapters written up and an epilogue to finish us off. The final chapter and the epilogue will be posted on the 31st, so until then, do enjoy the chapter!
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Vengeful Ghosting

A loud thud and a crash reverberated through an ever busy neighborhood late at night, accompanied by a squelch, a pop, and a groan as two bodies flailed around in the dark. Between two buildings, up a flight of metallic stairs, their bodies collided, one hand ceaselessly rummaging around within the pocket of a set of jeans, while two others were up high, forcibly tugging her partner in for another kiss.

The downtown area of town was ever in a buzz, always haunted by the cries of a vengeful lover, often shrouded in a haze of lust and love. That night was no different, nor would it ever change, not when the apocalyptic time of mischief closed in on the horizon.

Fumbling the keys within his grasp, a young raven haired bachelor withdrew from the tight confines of his lover’s embrace, pressing the key inside of the lock in a vain attempt to find themselves a more comfortable place to rest. It hadn’t been his intent to go out that night, but a rather bothersome flatmate had forced his hand, sending one Sasuke Uchiha out into the streets to try his luck at a bar. The woman before him had been nothing but a blessing in disguise however, meeting him on the way there, talking by the bar for hours, before at long last inviting herself to his place.

Sliding the key into its lock, the buttons holding his shirt in place were practically torn apart, exposing his chest to the cool evening air in a flash. Twisting it aside, unlocking the door to his humble abode, his hands fell down upon her toned rear in kind; squeezing down upon her taut flesh whilst the doorway to his apartment was all but kicked aside.

“Hey, you’re back-” In the back of his mind, the soft greeting of a woman’s voice rang out, though the raven haired bachelor paid it little mind. Within the safety of his apartment, a woman’s form could almost always be found; pale, tall and curvaceous, yet whether she was truly alive was a separate matter.

Off in the corner of his eye, the raven haired Uchiha could have sworn to have seen her chest, naked and exposed, capped with a pair of nipples so bright and pink that they proved to be a stark contrast to the fairness of her skin. However, his eyes did not linger there for long, nor did the flirtatious vixen in his hands allow his lips to remain unoccupied for long.

With a start and a twist, their positions were all but reversed, twirling around until Sasuke himself was all but flung up towards the wall beside his bedroom door. The door, an absent thought by that point in time, swung shut on its own, though whether it was caused by Tenten’s care or the wind beyond, Sasuke himself could hardly care. In a flash, her body was pressed against his once more, and with a flurry of kisses that sent a wave of warmth up along his spine, the brown haired woman locked their lips together anew.

“Remember the rules~” She whispered, a breathy moan echoing forth a moment thereafter when Sasuke’s digits sank down into the supple flesh of her behind.

Along the way, in the aftermath of her sporadic, yet charming invitation, a set of rules had been brought to light. No numbers were to be exchanged, and a certain entrance would be forever off limits, if only due to her own discomfort with the matter.

Letting loose a dark chuckle in kind however, his digits ascended, raising the hem of Tenten’s skirt upward in the process. Beneath a flimsy maroon skirt, a pair of bright pink panties resided, lacy and skimpy, hardly covering anything at all while disappearing in its entirety behind the curvaceousness that was her butt. As unceremoniously as their entire endeavor was, his fingers ascended towards the waistband of her panties, giving them a single tug before elegantly disrobing the bare minimum of his lover’s clothes.

Only her panties fell down, though on her end, Tenten had not once become idle. Locked together in a frantic kiss, caught up in the midst of a breathless little wheeze, her fingers fell down to rest upon the belt that held his pants in place. Nimble, yet swift motions undid the clasp of his leather belt, easing it aside in no time at all, before undertaking the endeavor that was to undo his pants.

When the coast was seemingly clear, and when her lips broke free from the tantalizingly delicious kiss that held her in place, Tenten flashed her lover a single smirk…

… before all but flinching back, a meek little yelp spilling forth from her lips, much to the dissatisfaction of their ghostly voyeur.

Crossing her arms beneath the voluptuous breasts that stood out from her chest, Hinata Hyuga’s face contorted, twisting into a frown from the moment her roommate stumbled through the doorway to his apartment. Her presence was faint, her aura had subsided, but somehow, her vaning spirit had persevered in the world of light for the entirety of a year. Yet now, her adoring roommate who had claimed her body more than a thousand times, had dared to bring home another woman.

Sending a glare in the direction of the couple before her, Hinata’s expression formed into a pout once more, though when the brunette leapt back an inch with a surprised little yelp on her lips, the spirit could do little more than smirk.

Springing forth from within the tight confines that was his pants, a thick, throbbing shaft of deliciousness, capped with a swollen, engorged mushroom head made itself known. It throbbed and pulsed, grew in size, and under the watchful eye of the spirit whose womanhood had devoured hundreds of its orgasms, Sasuke’s cock reached its full, mouthwatering hardness, standing proud with a trickle of crystal clear precum forming upon its tip.

“Holy fuck man, that’s hot!” When Tenten’s voice returned to her at last however, the reaction was none too pleasing to the ghostly voyeur.

Shocked and elated all at once, Tenten’s arms wound themselves tightly around the underside of her lover’s shoulders, whirling the two of them around at a pace that made even Sasuke himself nauseous from the speed. Whether it was from the pace of their spins, or the motion itself, Sasuke did not know, but before long however, his jeans pooled themselves around his ankles, undone in their entirety, with all the more of his toned legs put on display.

A soft squish and a faint creak emanated throughout the room as a weight was dropped down upon the couch pressed up against the wall beside the main entrance. His form had been all but pushed down upon it, and with her knees on either side of his thighs, Tenten’s sultry little smile was the only thing that Sasuke’s onyx eyes could see; a smile, and the heaving of a perky chest, hidden from view beneath a white blouse and a bra.

When his lips parted ways to speak however, the only noise that came forth was a drawn out moan, followed by a groan from the athletic woman whose groin sank down towards his own.

Before he himself could respond, a wet, velvety warmth encompassed the length that was his throbbing cock, descending down upon it with a pace that left his lips agape. A tightness unlike any he had felt before wrapped itself around his dick, milking it for what it was worth from the very first inch, though no more than a second thereafter, the warmth descended, devouring another inch of his veiny cock. Out of instinct alone, his hands flew down to clasp themselves on top of Tenten’s behind, drawing forth a mellow yelp from the brunette’s lips, though the smirk that followed only caused his hands to sink deeper into her taut rear.

Across the room, the ghastly visitor that haunted his apartment complex pouted harder, huffing lowly to herself in a vain attempt to draw in her volunteering lover’s gaze. Clad in naught more than her birthday suit, the spirit sauntered forth, a dark glare upon her visage even as the brunette atop her roommate’s lap sank further down upon his cock.

“I could’ve milked you dry by now,” Hinata muttered to herself, reaching a hand down to lightly caress Tenten’s exposed sides.

With a start, Tenten squirmed on top of Sasuke’s lap, twisting her upper body around the tiniest bit to press her clothed chest against her lover’s face. “Watch where you’re prodding, buster! I’m not afraid of walking out on this- fuck!~” No sooner than she had spoken up, the raven haired man whose lap she had mounted thrust his hips upward, effectively bottoming out inside of her cunt with an audible squelch to boot.

Furrowing his eyebrows where he sat, both hands firmly clamped on top of Tenten’s taut, athletic rear, Sasuke sidelined the ghost that stood beside the couch; a threatening glare sent her way, regardless of the curiosity coursing through his veins. For a year, she had lingered, her spirit sapped of all of its strength to the point where she herself had flickered in and out of existence. Yet, now, her touch had registered with another human-

No sooner than that thought crossed his mind, the expression on his ghost lover’s face lit up, and with a devious little grin, the spirit got to work. A fleeting touch that slid up the length of Tenten’s sides, a gentle tug that put more of her perky chest on display, all accompanied by the warmth of a lover’s embrace.

Atop his hips however, a series of audible plaps took form within the apartment. Echoing out around them, Tenten’s voice spilled out in wanton gasps, pleas for more spilling forth from her luscious lips whilst her hips began to move of their own accord. Rising up as much as her knees would allow, the brunette rode him like that; both hands firmly placed upon his shoulders for support, whilst her quivering little slit clenched down around his cock. For every inch that slid out of the tight confines of her rippling pussy, a breathless moan spilled forth from her lips, causing yet another inch to pop out before the man between her legs ruthlessly thrust his hips back up.

With his grip upon her ass, it took him no time at all to lift her up and down in time with his thrusts. Whether Tenten wanted that or not mattered little, nor did the bachelor have a single doubt about whether or not she would tell him if she didn’t approve.

“H-hey, I told you not to touch me there!” Blinking his eyes rapidly where he sat, Sasuke Uchiha peered up, staring into the unwavering eyes of a woman whose face burned bright with embarrassment and lust. His fingers squeezed down upon her rump harder than ever before, though no more than a second later, a malicious, mischievous grin made itself known before his prying eyes.

From her position, on her knees behind the two humans’ backs, Hinata’s pale, moonlit eyes shone with mischievous glee at the reaction that resounded from above. Forgetting the simple fact that both of Sasuke’s hands were plastered upon her substantially smaller rear, the brown haired woman had instinctively thought that her lover had broken their rules. However, much to Hinata’s delight, the human before her could truly feel her presence, akin to how a human would feel it when a finger slid inside of their holes.

Giggling softly to herself, a sound that seemed almost maniacal to the raven haired bachelor whose cock was completely devoured by the brunette’s pussy, Hinata’s fingers centered themselves around her prey’s behind. With every thrust sent into Tenten’s cunt, Sasuke let loose a soft, shuddering breath, knowing full well that he himself was close, however…

Behind the brown haired woman’s back, the fingers that grasped her rear and raised her like a toy flinched, clenching down all the more as a ghastly cold premonition flew across his form. Slow, teasing strokes made the brunette atop his lap shudder, and when a particularly rough thrust sent her over the edge, so, too, did Hinata’s fingers find their goal.

With a final breathless groan, Sasuke Uchiha rolled his eyes up into the back of his head; a shuddering moan spilling forth from pursed lips, though half of that was because of what happened around his dick. Where his ethereal lover’s fingers delved, he knew full well, but the moment they sank in there, Tenten’s womanhood all but clamped down around his girth. From a velvety vice to a deathly chain that tangled itself around every inch of his dick, her pussy convulsed, clenched down, rippled and quivered in place, though this was not without a reaction of her own.

Seated firmly atop her lover’s lap, Tenten threw her head back and let loose a silent scream of delight; eyebrows furrowed in mock disdain. Her thighs quivered, her knees locked themselves up around her lover’s legs, and with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her pussy all but exploded in liquid love. Although…

“I told you… no anal!” Pushing herself up off of the couch with a blatant disregard for the cum still oozing forth from the tip of her lover’s dick, Tenten let loose a low huff, kicking her discarded panties to the side while stomping her way out the door; a crimson colored blush adorning her features all the while.

Caught up in the moment as he was, Sasuke could do little more than blink, once, twice, before glancing down upon his still oozing cock. She had quite literally torn the vice around his dick off in the midst of a climax, leaving his cock hard, throbbing and pouring forth cum that did little more than trickle down the side of his length. Somewhere in the back of his head, a vague question came to mind.

Did this count as a ruined orgasm….?

A few moments thereafter however, after staring at his pulsating cock and the discarded panties left in the doorway to his apartment, Sasuke Uchiha let loose a soft, weary sigh. To pull up his pants would be nothing but a hassle at that point, but to jerk off with a woman’s cum as lube was simply far too strange for him to do.

“Want some head tonight?” Before long however, a woman’s voice did ring through his apartment, and with as dark of a glare as the bachelor could physically conceive, he turned his onyx eyes down upon the source of his dilemma. The naked, curvaceous and thoroughly gleeful ghost that had stuck around for a full year.

“No.” Without offering her so much as a second glance, the bachelor arose from his seat on the couch, purposeful strides carrying him away into his bedroom without so much as a second glance thrown across his shoulder.

Not one to be dejected however, Hinata slowly pushed herself up onto her feet, a wide brimmed smile upon her lips, even as she sauntered off after her would-be roommate. “Don’t worry, I’ll just take you after bed~”

The sigh that spilled forth from his lips was undoubtedly loud enough for all of his neighbors to hear, as was the sound of his moans when his cock was enveloped in a warm wetness once more. Whether his neighbors heard or not was of little consequence at that point in time…

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Gleaming down upon the world at large, rays of resplendent sunlight illuminated the early morning world, drawing forth a myriad of sounds that a majority of those that had grown up in the city were foreign to. The chirping of birds resounded through the streets, accompanied by the flapping of their wings as they careened through the city; fluttering past a dozen windows, some of which contained men and women alike. Some, in particular, were dressed even before pulling their shutters aside, while others retained an ounce of nudity, stretching before their uncovered window with their breasts exposed for all below to see.

Within one such apartment, hidden from the scalding rays of sunlight beyond, a young man’s body tumbled along the mattress of his spacious bed. Long, onyx hair stood up at an awkward angle, a naked, chiseled body flailed, and had anyone at all walked in on him at that point in time, it would have appeared as if his naked hips thrust down into the empty space upon his bed. With his eyebrows furrowed, eyelids screwed tightly together, his body acted on its own, so thoroughly accustomed to the spectacle that took place within his bedroom, day in and day out.

Loud gags and audible retches echoed forth beneath his groin. A head, adorned by a long, flowing mane of indigo colored hair was locked in place there, held still by the powerful thighs of her would-be lover, forced to service the cock she adored.

It had been her intent at first, to wake her lover up with a blowjob every morning, but before long, the plan had backfired upon her. With anyone else, her presence could be felt, but not noticed; her body overlooked, regardless of her curvaceous form. Nudity was but a given, taking into account the fact that her dress had been torn to shreds within the very first week of their time together, the ghastly apparition could do little more than moan when a particularly thick load was dumped down her throat. A morning ritual to some, a hedonistic act to others, though to her, it served as the sustenance that allowed her corporeal form to remain in place; anchored to the world of light regardless of her darkened heritage.

Through his half conscious orgasm, Sasuke Uchiha let loose a soft, barely audible groan; a set of long eyelashes fluttering up no more than a minute thereafter. Without so much as a glance between his legs, the faint gags that still echoed forth from there told the bachelor what little he needed to know, and without that as his intent, his expression took on a look of annoyance.

Unceremoniously, he arched his back, stretched his arms up and over his head, all while wiggling his naked hips up and off of the spirit’s face; leaving a trail of saliva and sperm to connect the tip of his softening dick with the back of Hinata’s throat. Prior events aside, his arousal had been maintained in a most cost efficient way, though telling that to the spirit whose moonlit eyes were rolled all the way into the back of her head would lead to no end of boasting and flirting, with no shortage of demands for more sex, so with that thought firmly planted within his mind, the bachelor sauntered off into the bathroom adjacent to his bedroom.

With a twist of his hand, the faucet of warm water caused a spray of warmth to rain down upon his naked form, bringing with it a plethora of steam that hid the seemingly lifeless apparition within his bed from view. Rinsing off the stench of sex and sweat from his form, the bachelor remained there for a handful of minutes, speed showering the early morning grogginess out of his form before at long last twisting the faucet shut.

Sauntering forth from the snug confines of his shower, his left hand subconsciously reached out to grasp a nearby towel, loosely wrapping it around his waist while making his way back into his bedroom. A fresh set of clothes were picked out, slacks and a shirt with his company logo on it, along with a set of socks that bore his family crest upon them; a rather peculiar gift from his brother’s girlfriend, one year. Still, the seemingly lifeless form of his spiritual companion remained in bed, eyes rolled so far up her head that she had surely passed out.

Could ghosts pass out? The question coursed through his mind, briefly causing him to pause in his morning routine before shrugging it off. To the side, out of the corner of his eyes, the Uchiha could vaguely see his involuntary roommate’s chest rise and fall, appeasing what little doubts might have lingered upon his mind.

With his clothing set, and with his shirt pulled on, the towel that had once been used to keep him dry instead moved up towards his hair. Drying it was but another part of his routine, though even in the midst of that, his legs continued onward. Breakfast was as overrated for an electrician as the concept of going a day without eating. The office always, without exceptions, had food available for their employees, and he most certainly was no exception to that rule.

Only when his feet approached the threshold of his front door did the woman in his bedroom stir, and as a shoehorn was employed to ease his feet down into a set of polished black track shoes, an audible thump not unlike that of a woman falling out of bed echoed forth.

“I’m coming with you!~” Before he could so much as open his mouth in complaint, Hinata’s luscious thighs stood beside him, naked, creamy and pale, jiggling ever so slightly from the motion of bouncing up and down on her heels.

Heaving out a soft sigh on his end however, the raven haired Uchiha furrowed his eyebrows, reaching out with one arm to ease a leather jacket onto his shoulders. “Don’t talk to me at work. I won’t respond.” It wasn’t as much of a command as it was a warning, one that was met by a mock aghast expression, though he paid it little mind.

Right as his hand fell down upon the handle of his front door however, key in hand to lock it shut, the bachelor paused, turned his head to the side, and stared into the moonlit orbs of his roommate.

“How were you able to touch her last night?” This time, it truly was a genuine question, but who he referred to should have been obvious. “You used to pass right through others before, so why did she feel it this time?” Try as he might, Sasuke’s voice lit up with an ounce of genuine curiosity; a spark rarely heard whenever the two of them talked.

The question did instill a pause between the both of them however, with Sasuke trying to somehow figure out the logistics of ethereal possession and ghostly remains, while Hinata…

“Maybe because you’ve been cumming inside of me a lot?” Tapping a long, eternally manicured finger against her chin, the ghost simply tilted her head to the side, staring out into empty space with a contemplative look upon her face.

In a flash, the spark of curiosity within his mind was shattered, and with it, his expression soured. Letting loose an audible, exasperated sigh, Sasuke Uchiha unlocked the reinforced door before him, stepping through to slam it shut without a second thought. Like always, the spiritual being known as Hinata, a woman formerly dressed in a white gown, simply phased through the door as if nothing had taken place.

Beyond the veil of dumbfounded answers that was his reinforced door, the sun shone down as brightly as ever before. Rays of glimmering light illuminated the alleyway that separated his entrance from the main streets, and with a metallic stairwell to descend, the bachelor Uchiha set off at a brisk pace.

Along the street, whenever his feet brought him down a level, a series of passersby could already be seen, some trudging off to work with a yawn on their lips, while others were more upbeat. Out of the corner of his eye, a few students entered his gaze, one of which sauntered backwards with their hands above their head. All was as it should be, and all of town approached the zenith that was formerly known as Hallow’s End; Halloween.

The year before, a series of unconfirmed rumors and suspicions had weighed the city down, bringing no end of complaints to the public eye, with a few unofficial murder cases being raised to the police force. Shrouded in an ocean of fog so thick that one could barely see more than an arm’s length ahead however, no clear evidence could be found until the morning after, and by that point in time, it was as if the people that disappeared didn’t even exist. Friends and family alike had forgotten their loss- no, forgotten was too vague of a term. Had it not been for the documentation within the police force’s archives, one would have thought that the people hadn’t existed to begin with.

Again, he contemplated whether or not to consult with his peculiar friend, but once more, her reply from before came to mind, and with it, a deep groove began to form on the ridge of his nose. To consult a ghost on the customs of ghosts was akin to asking a toad why it croaked.

“Ooh, ohh, what’s it like there, at the office? Do you work in an office? What about colleagues, you have some right?” Behind his back, her eternal triade of questions continued, rolling off of her ghastly tongue with ease whilst he himself merely trudged on. Jumping down the final step of the staircase, Sasuke stepped out into the gleaming sunlight beyond, raising an arm up to shield his eyes from the incessant sunlight above.

“I’m not answering in public.” Muttering out his words through clenched teeth, the raven haired male continued down the sidewalk at a brisk pace, side stepping a handful of pedestrians along the way.

“Whaaaat? Why not? Hey, come on, it’s just us here anyway!~” Whining from her spot behind his back, the indigo haired spirit continued, either ignorant or unable to understand the concept of her own invisibility. “Would it be better if I made myself visible?”

Blinking his eyes rapidly for the briefest moment, Sasuke was about to open his mouth to agree, only to snap it shut a moment thereafter. He himself had been the one to tear her dress apart during a particularly rough round of lovemaking, and in her own words, her clothes were more than just a spiritual projection. If she made herself visible, in broad daylight no less, she would undoubtedly appear as a pale and naked lady, her assets put on full display for all to see.

Needless to say, it would do nothing for his reputation to have a naked woman obediently following him around.

Visibly shaking his head to clear that thought and her suggestion out of his mind, a nearby passerby gave him a brief look before shrugging; being all too aware of how it felt to wake up early.

Down the length of the street, his office building came into view. A tall construct made up of off steel and glass panes, easily around forty floors in total, though only two of those floors were dedicated to his company. As a smaller tech support firm, their employers were particularly keen on efficiency over anything else, and due to that very concept, their staff was on the smaller side. Only one manager was present at a time, lording over their employees, and out of the two that they had…

Even before his feet could round the corner of the building, the thought of which manager would be in attendance that month sent a shiver down the length of his spine. A notorious ballbuster, figuratively and literally, known for her expertise in numerous fields, though chief amongst them was her medical knowledge. What a woman that qualified to work as a doctor did at a tech company, Sasuke would never know, nor did he intend to ask.

Passing through the double sliding doors made out of glass at the entrance, the ramblings of his spiritual companion had died down in their entirety, leaving only the dull hue of a few muted conversations as people from a great variety of companies filtered in. One elevator was already filled to the brim, sent skyward with its passengers, but his gaze had already fallen upon the one to the far left.

His schedule for the day was rather empty, save for a few meetings with some of their company clients. Within a handful of minutes, the bachelor had made his way inside of the leftmost elevator, ready to press the button until-

“Hold the door, Uchiha.” Strict and rambunctious, a woman’s voice reached his ears right as his index finger pressed itself down on the button that would lead to their floor. Suppressing the sigh that would have undoubtedly gotten him fired, he schooled his features and pressed the button to keep the doors open.

Sauntering through it was the one woman he had hoped to avoid, assets aside. Clad in a white silk shirt that would forever appear to be at its limits, stretched beyond capacity in a way that made the buttons threaten to pop, a woman whose round amber eyes hardened at the sight of him strode forth. The moment she stood by his side, a hand fell down to rest upon her cocked hip, and with an expression that practically voiced her complaint at why he hadn’t closed the door yet, Tsunade Senju made her presence unmistakably known.

Repressing the temptation to take the stairs instead, Sasuke gently pressed the button to make the doors glide shut, hoping and praying beyond belief that anyone else would enter the elevator to stand between them. However, despite seeing several of his male colleagues at the doorway, only a handful of them looked their way; one of which sent him a rather apologetic look.

Out of the corner of his eye, as the doors slid shut and the sound of the wires dragging them upward thrummed through the elevator shaft, Sasuke’s gaze faintly lingered upon the sleek black skirt that adorned his manager’s thighs. Under any ordinary circumstances, it might have reached a woman’s knees, appearing modest at most, while leaving something to the imagination. In his manager’s case however, it did nothing of the sort.

Standing beside the two of them, even Hinata, a woman that by all means covered every base in terms of curvaceousness, was put to shame when compared to the Senju heiress. Breasts as large as Sasuke’s head stood out from atop her chest without so much as a bra in sight, defying gravity in ways that broke all laws of motion. Had it only been her chest, then the ghastly woman by their side might still have won, but even beyond that, Tsunade’s form was curvaceous to a fault, taut and toned from decades of hard work, leaving her unnaturally youthful and gorgeous to the point where even Sasuke had to refrain from thinking about her for too long.

Although, his one saving grace and the eternal downfall of the manager by his side was undoubtedly her personality, or more specifically, the rivalry going on between their two households in olden times. Somehow, the moment she had heard his surname many years beforehand, a downright hateful rivalry had arisen, leaving him on the tailend of her triads, and the one person she would blame if anything even remotely technical went wrong.

When the soft chime of the elevator reaching its destination rang out, and when Tsunade sauntered forth, phone in hand, Sasuke at long last released the breath he hadn’t known he had been holding. Everything, from her presence to the faint scent of honey that followed in her wake, set his nerves ablaze, but regardless of all else, her hardened honey colored eyes would forever glare at him when the two were in the same room.

“How can anyone walk with breasts that big?” Out of nowhere, a question thrown into the void resounded, making Sasuke blink his eyes and glance behind his back to warily eye up his spiritual companion. Still held in the elevator, Hinata’s hands were upon her breasts, caressing them gently while shifting their weight up and down.

Feeling the need to pinch the bridge of his nose, Sasuke Uchiha forcibly pushed the button to keep the doors from sliding shut, stepping through the elevator a minute after his manager. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes pinched shut, one might assume the man to have a migraine already, but alas, none would be the wiser to what troubled his mind.

Before he could so much as reach his own workstation however, yet another call reached his ears, though this one was one he desperately hoped to avoid. “Uchiha, my office. Now.” With one hand caressing the edges that separated his booth from one of his colleagues, Sasuke let loose a weary sigh, silently asking his colleague to clock him in for the day.

Shrugging his jacket off of his shoulder to hang it across the back of his chair, the raven haired man followed along with his manager’s stubborn demand, sauntering past a line of new arrivals before creeping through the opened door at the edge of the floor.

Each and every manager within their company had their separate office, either built in from scratch or set up after the fact to shield their business from that of their employees. Tsunade’s office was one of the former, and the only one on that floor that was put behind lock and key whenever the woman herself was not at work. Some assumed that her computer carried with it information about their clients, though others had proposed that there was another reason for it in its entirety.

On his end, Sasuke couldn’t care less why the woman sought to keep her computer as secure as humanly possible, however…

“You’re decent with our setup, but a handful of my drives have corrupted themselves. Fix it.” Seated across from a relatively large white desk with drawers along its flanks, the amber eyed manager had her arms crossed beneath her considerable bust, reclining back within a far more comfortable recliner than what a majority of the others had. “Oh, and lock the door. You need your privacy.”

Confused, but too annoyed by the prospect of updating her drives to withstand a potential virus to care, Sasuke Uchiha let loose an audible sigh, much to the vengeful ire of the woman before him. Nonetheless, upon entering the built-in office, his left hand reached back to subconsciously lock the door, stepping forth to handle the task as quickly as he could.

Unlike a handful of the other managers that worked or had worked there over the years, the blonde was among the only ones that kept the shutters of her office closed at all times, leaving the door as the only entry point. Even there however, the shutters were pulled shut, leaving the two of them with as much privacy as one could achieve in a company filled with dozens of employees.

“Pretty used to locking the door behind you,” Tsunade quipped, rolling her chair back the tiniest bit to allow her colleague enough space to work. “Afraid your lovers will run away when you drop your pants?”

Pausing for the briefest moment, the raven haired bachelor merely peered over at the woman beside him, a faint twitch of his eye drawing forth a smile upon her lips, but much to Tsunade’s chagrin, he did not bite.

Focusing upon the chore before him however, bent over ever so slightly, his nimble fingers began to fly across the white keyboard laid out before him. Drives were simple enough to update, so much so that they mostly did so of their own accord, so with a single glance thrown down at them, he all but confirmed that they were up to date. The malfunction had to come from somewhere else, and thus, the Uchiha bachelor set to work on locating the true source of the issue.

Behind his back, the soft heave of a hydraulic chair being raised resounded, and before long, his peripheral vision was filled by the figure he had desperately tried to ignore. Finding herself a seat upon the edge of the desk, Tsunade’s amber eyes peered down upon the keyboard, briefly zeroing in on his digits before reaching up to lightly tap a manicured finger against her screen.

“Trying to look through all my private folders, are you?” Again, her voice rang out, though the vehemence from before had faded away, leaving only… a sultry tone? Furrowing his eyebrows where he stood, Sasuke had half a mind to look to the side, though as soon as his eyes moved there, the entirety of his body froze.

Whether it was out of boredom or genuine curiosity, Hinata Hyuga, the pale, moonlit eyed woman whose body he had used time and time again crept up behind the manager’s back. A finger lightly tapped against her chin, circling around the blonde woman with a contemplative look on her features; a look that was made all the weirder by the nakedness of her form. However, what made him pause was not necessarily the ghost’s proximity to his manager, but rather, the direction with which her free hand roamed.

Sneaking its way down along the gap between Tsunade’s slightly parted thighs, Hinata’s digits carefully grazed the woman’s skirt, reaching up and under it while crouching down, as if to inspect whether or not she-

“She’s pretty hairless, too.” Gulping, Sasuke could do no more than stave off the visage that threatened to force its way into his mind, silently cursing at his involuntary roommate to stop her ministrations. Hinata however, did not stop.

With her hands still underneath the hem of Tsunade’s skirt, the ghost lightly caressed the outsides of the blonde’s thighs, sending a jolt up Tsunade's spine, which then caused her sizable breasts to jiggle underneath her blouse. Right as her wide amber eyes fell upon him however, Sasuke’s fingers tapped down upon the enter key, opening the location of every recently added file and image; the sight of which left his throat dry and his jeans strained.

Picture upon picture of the woman by his side presented itself before his eyes, appearing at a much faster rate than he himself could close them down. From the most controversial position to the most highly traditional ones, upon her hands and knees, rolled over onto her side with her legs raised, the pictures of his manager appeared one after the next. There were even a few that had her legs straight, but with her front bent over so that her breasts and head could rest upon the floor. Although, what every single image had in common, was undoubtedly the state of dress that the woman was in.

Naked, wearing the most revealing swimsuits in existence, some even featured… outfits, though each and every image was suggestive in its own ways.

Throughout the enclosed office, an ear piercing noise echoed forth, reverberating as loudly as the heart thrumming within his chest. Between his legs, as his pants grew ever tighter, the zipper of his jeans was slowly pulled down, seemingly by the force of his own aching arousal… save for the fact that Hinata herself had found her place between his legs, a wide brimmed smile upon her lips as her fingers lightly grazed the zipper with their presence.

“Damn, getting so hard that your zipper can’t hold it? Pretty weak control there.” To his direct left, the manager whose pictures were put on full display didn’t so much as blush in return, only truly crossing her arms beneath her chest while allowing her thighs to spread ever so slightly. “Bet you loved feeling me up when I wasn’t looking.” Though her final words were borderline spat out, Sasuke himself knew that his hands had never strayed from the keyboard.

“It’s not that-” Sasuke began, only to snap his lips shut. What could he even respond with? It wasn’t his arousal that did it, but rather the invisible ghost that had made herself his girlfriend, against his will?

“Uh-huh.” Trailing her wide amber eyes away from the obscene bulge that adorned his lips, and the folder filled to the brim with pictures of herself, Tsunade’s teeth sunk down into her bottom lip. “Which one stands out the most?”

Blinking his eyes twice, Sasuke paused, threw a sidelong glance at the woman seated upon the very edge of her desk, then glanced back towards the myriad of images presented before him. From the ones that simply featured her naked, to a handful of images of Tsunade in a revealing nurse outfit, to the ones that were her in the weirdest poses he had seen… not a single one stood out as superior to the next.

Opening his mouth to reply, the Uchiha reconsidered, furrowing his eyebrows whilst sending a conflicted glare towards the woman on his right. To that, Tsunade did little more than snort, pushing herself up and off of the desk to saunter off towards the very back of the office space. Sasuke, not being one to ogle a woman’s nudes, minimized the folders, spinning the office chair around to watch his manager’s every move.

“Do you know why I close the shutters all the time?” A question was asked, though whether it was rhetorical or not still remained to be seen. Within a few seconds, Tsunade Senju threw a glance across her shoulder; a faint, barely noticeable blush adorning her cheeks, despite the disgust apparent in her eyes. “Some of our business partners are pretty obstinate about talking to a woman, so sometimes… the top goes off.”

Taking but a moment to consider that little nugget of information, Sasuke slowly arose from the chair, casting a doubtful glance to the side of his manager, where a playful little ghost stood; the widest grin he had ever seen plastered across her extremely pale cheeks.

“Is there a point to you telling me this?” His question was aimed at Tsunade, causing her head to turn back towards the window, but a subtle shake of his head was sent towards Hinata. The pale spirit stood upright, naked, with her hands dangerously close to the hem of Tsunade’s skirt.

“Get over here. Since you’ve seen that,” motioning in the general direction of her work computer, Tsunade cocked her head straight ahead, signaling for him to approach. “I’ve got to keep you silent. Who knows, maybe you’ll finally get to be with a woman that ain’t your sister.”

Rolling his eyes at her blatant taunt, Sasuke’s onyx eyes swiveled down to Hinata, stiffening ever so slightly from the dangerously hostile look upon her face. The thought of him being with another woman had already sent her on a mischievous streak, but to do so openly at work…

“I don’t have a sister.” That was his reply instead, stepping up directly behind his boss, so much so that his warm breath danced across the back of her neck. “But I’m sure we could figure something-” The moment he did however, the moment those words left his lips, Hinata Hyuga, the vengeful spirit by their side, made her move.

Without so much as a warning thrown her way, a force beyond recognition yanked the hem of her skirt up, pulling it so far up that Sasuke himself was sent back a step, causing his eyes to fall down upon the one thing he truly hadn’t caught. Hidden beneath a set of black leather boots and her strangely long skirt, a pair of stockings now presented themselves, black in color, see-through in some places, and undoubtedly worn to be seductive. Yet, what stole his breath away was undoubtedly the lacy garter belt holding her stockings in place, that… and the complete lack of panties, as Hinata had tried to convey beforehand.

Their little encounter that day had most certainly been premeditated on her end.

“Fuck~” Ahead of him however, Tsunade could do little more than grit her teeth, a furious blush adorning her now visible cheeks as the tiniest little moan had spilled forth from her pink, plump lips. “Who the fuck said you could do that?” Her voice, sultry and shaky, rattled in the faint wind presented by the air condition within the office, made all the more prevalent by the way her knees buckled beneath the onslaught of a set of invisible hands below the belt.

Whereas his hands retained their place atop Tsunade’s waist, ever so slightly caressing her hips, Hinata was the least idle existence in the office. From the moment the manager’s files were exposed, her nimble fingers had caressed them both, finding their way up and down the lengths of Tsunade’s stocking clad legs. On Tsunade’s end, the motion had made her all but forget the existence of the hands on her hips, knowing full well that only they were within the office.

Although, the more Hinata’s teasing touches continued, the less offended the woman before him seemed. With a small, faint smile that resembled her usual demeanor in his presence, the amber eyed woman rolled her eyes, chalking it up as her colleague being a pervert through and through.

“Going to rape me against the window?” Clicking her tongue in disdain, Tsunade’s tone was light, teasing, despite the gravity of her words; words that, in hindsight, only stoked the fires within her womb. “At least-”

Snapped free from her ramble, the sound of a button under high tension coming undone made her eyes go wide, and when one of Sasuke’s hands removed themselves from her hip, a warmth unlike any she had felt in the past decade landed upon her sizable rear.

With his zipper and button undone, Sasuke himself moved to lower his boxers, casting a singular glance down at the ghost whose face lit up from the sight; as much as a ghost’s face could brighten, that was. No more than an hour before, his balls had been drained, but somehow, the mere sight before him was enough to cause his cock to harden anew. Thick and rigid, it stood out from atop his groin, hovering dangerously close to the very top of Tsunade’s rear, no more than an inch away from her unguarded backdoor. However…

Without so much as a word of warning for his supervisor, Sasuke’s free hand fell down to wrap itself around the tip of his dick, using it to correct his course, before lining the swollen tip of his dick up with the entrance to Tsunade’s pristine womanhood. In one singular thrust, a thrust that met far less resistance than he had thought, the Uchiha bachelor buried himself balls deep inside of Tsunade’s pussy, stifling the outdrawn moan that threatened to break free from the motion alone.

Tight, velvety and warm, oppressive in its utmost comfort to the point where even his breath came forth as a ragged gasp. Entering was the simplest thing, but once inside, the pressure of a thousand clamps crushed his shaft, pulsating and quivering around him as if it was a machine meant to milk stallions of their seed. Yet, regardless of the tight, womanly wetness that threatened to knock the air out of his lungs, he continued, rearing his hips back until only the very tip remained inside, before once more bottoming out inside of his manager’s cunt.

Slow, rhythmic and relentless thrusts, not nearly as uncaring as his fast paced lovemaking with Hinata, but undoubtedly harsh enough to cause his manager’s breasts to jiggle. When his pace was set in stone, and when his hands fell needless to his sides, they sought out a new target. Soft and squishy, pillows in their own regard, undoubtedly softer than clouds but ten times as firm, his digits reached up to relieve the blouse of its duty, freeing Tsunade Senju’s breasts for the world to see.

Throughout their little ordeal however, Tsunade herself had only somehow refrained from screaming out her bliss when the tip of his dick bumped up against the entrance to her womb. Slow and steady were words that hardly registered within her brain, yet now, those very words were forced upon her with his every thrust. Clenching her fingers tightly together, it was all the blonde could do to not roll her eyes up into the back of her head, much less so to cry out when her forceful lover’s cock bumped up against her cervix.

Shallow, ragged breaths forced themselves past the teeth that were buried inside of her bottom lip, wheezing out as heaves through her flared nostrils. However, regardless of her expertise at going unnoticed, when her lover’s pace sped up, she could do little more than quiver like a leaf in the wind.

“W-wait, okay, whoa, please slow doooown~” Before long, it was her voice, alternating between meek and squealing, that rang through the small enclosure that was her office. At her pleas, the cock within her womanhood only sped up, increasing its pace that much more until, with what little self control remained, Tsunade clamped her mouth shut; a trickle of juices sliding forth from her now squelching vagina as she came.

On Sasuke's end, buried as deep as his cock could go inside of his ridiculing manager’s womanhood, the moment she came felt like an eternity of pleasure and pain. A tightness unlike that of a virgin being anally claimed bore down upon him, wringing his cock for what it was worth, twisting and massaging it until-

“Fuck!” Biting out a low curse, the hands upon Tsunade’s breasts clamped down, kneading and molesting her tits whilst his hips slammed themselves up against her rear one final time. With her face forcefully squished against the window overlooking the still bustling streets below, Sasuke Uchiha came.

Like an unending torrent of sticky warmth, his cum all but sloshed forth from the broad tip of his dick, spraying his manager’s insides down. Heavy gushes erupted from his tip, jet upon jet of a load so unnaturally large that even he failed to notice its potency, all of which was deposited directly inside of Tsunade’s fertile womb.

Between his legs, a faint glow shimmered, a hue of pale light that consolidated, centering around the throbbing balls that continued to unload a supernatural amount of cum inside of the blonde’s womb. A set of fingers, pale and thin, caressed the swollen orbs, attuning her own energy to that of the Uchiha’s testicles to procure every little ounce of cum that they could.

What possessed the spiritual woman to do so, she would never truly know, but nonetheless, when her lover’s balls were drained of all the sperm they would produce that week, the lovebirds ahead could do little more than gasp and sigh in turn.

“Y-you… owe me dinner- hhah~” Tsunade’s voice quivered, her breath coming forth as weary gasps, despite the scalding warmth that had conquered her womb and distended her stomach.

Straightening out his back where he stood, balls deep inside of the woman that had single handedly made his work life gruesome, Sasuke shifted his grip away from her breasts, holding the woman’s shoulders steady as he began to pull away. His dick, already so soft and spent, slowly dropped out from the squelching depths of Tsunade’s cunt, leaving a trail of cum in its wake and a now breathless Tsunade to sink to her knees.
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