Nijito at a Winery

I went looking for Daichi and Aguri at the winery. I wanted to brag to them about banging the hokage and yea, probably mess with them a bit.

I hated this place. I'd worked there for a couple of weeks but I couldn't stand it. The boss was an unreasonable asshole and stepping on grapes had only been interesting for about the first twenty minutes or so. After that, it was honestly just disgusting.

I'd bowed out and found some slightly less annoying make-work but my buds still filled out Kutsundo's temp quota on the regular. I think Aguri was convinced stomping in place for sixteen hours was going to do something about that gut of his but I don't know what Daichi thought his excuse was.

Walking into the place, I was suddenly accosted with the answer to that very conundrum. There was actually quite a bit more female villagers working here than men, and it was hot and stuffy in here. The constant physical effort meant the men worked in loin-cloths while the women wore kimonos worn loose enough that cleavage for the big busted ladies was often on display and it wasn't all that unusual for a titty to escape out into the open briefly.

I stopped short and stared at the healthy calves of a bevy of young and more mature women stomping, eyes zeroed in on the tantalizing beginning of a line between meaty titties as the women worked. I stared hard at a particular mature woman with dark curly hair bouncing about her shoulders, and smooth fine cheek bones, full plush lips, and dark flashing brown eyes. Her cleavage was deep and there was no mistaking their shear mass bulging against her dull red robe.

I watched with rapt anticipation and I was only a couple of meters or so in front of the glistening with sweat ladies, though I was a bit below seeing as how I was on the floor and they were up in their grapey vats, many reaching up and gripping a pole that ran down the middle to maintain their balance, only emphasizing their fine forms for my lecherous gaze.

No one seemed bothered by my intense attention and some ladies even seemed to deliberately sway their hips or shake their bountiful bosoms to make them bounce about. Still, though I watched intently for several minutes, not a single womanly jug slipped out, disappointing me mightily.

I smiled beatifically. That was easily fixed. I spoke rapidly, not even really thinking about what I was saying, "It's so hot in here it's normal for the women to open their tops, let their tits fall out, and not worry about it until their shift's over."

"Thank the kami for small favors," I heard a woman with brown hair who was one of the sturdier ladies undid the tie at the front of her garment. She had magnificent melons that shook and wobbled in and out of view as the sides of her kimono shifted as she stepped in place. Soon enough a few more ladies did the same and I was treated to delightful views of titties of all shapes and sizes, little pink nipples and fat puffy brown ones. Soon the entire room was a wibbling wobbling sea of female flesh and I felt myself getting hard just observing all this beauty.

"I am a happy man," I said to myself.

I wasn't the only one appreciating the view. I could see the male workers grinning as they stomped, their wage labor suddenly a lot less boring.

"You, big boy, you see something you like?" called out a red-headed woman who was staring right at my groin with an interested gleam in her eyes as she rested her hands on her hips pushing back the sides of her top so that both titties were out in the open as they jiggled.

I grinned and reached down and grabbed my long boner, "I certainly do!"

Her smile got bigger as she watched the progress of my hand intently, "Ah, so you like big girls then? That's good, 'cause I'm off soon. So, if you want to stick that big hammer of yours into something tight and wet then stick around baby, I got a place not far from here."

I was a honestly shocked by her direct response, not to mention her raunchy words right from the get go. Hugely turned on too.

Our conversation rose above the general clamor and most of those nearby laughed and suddenly more women were sending interested glances at me.

I could practically feel the change in their body language and expressions as they looked. After all it's impossible for any woman to maintain their composure when they see, feel or think about my cock. That's just common sense, right?

The woman I was talking to beckoned to me with a finger, "C'mere." She'd stopped stepping and came over to the side of the vat.

Well I was only too happy to comply as I strode forward and she met me half way for a kiss.

She wrapped her arms around my neck as I put mine around her waist and pulled her close as our lips met. Her full lips were amazing soft against my own and they yielded to me as our mouths opened. The inside of her mouth tasted faintly of cherries.
Her tongue pushed insistently into my own mouth and began exploring it's interior as I was lost in the moment. Her body was soft and supple against mine and her ample chest pressed against my own.

I let my hands slip down to cup her big butt as I squeezed and fondled it while our kiss continued.

I felt a hand grab my dick through my pants which was weird because both hers were around my shoulders.

"By the Will of Fire! Look at this big thing!" cried a chipper youthful voice and I pulled back from the kiss to see a cute black haired girl pressed close to us, leaning over the side of the vat as she squeezed and released her hand down the length of my epic new cock.

"Hehe, yeah. It is pretty big, huh?" The woman I was making out with agreed.

"Oh Wow!" cried another female and soon I had her hand and as well as my kissing partner's feeling up my gigantic throbbing erection. I just stood there, enjoying the attention as they cooed and explored every inch of my massive pole even as other women drifted over.

Haha… this was awesome. So it turns out that making it so that women can't maintain their composure when the see my cock and making it so they get aroused when they see me do anything sexual AND making it normal for them to want to have sex with me might have been a bit much.

Not that I was complaining...

I soon had a whole crowd of women around me now, even pressing close on the outside of the vat as well. I looked around and saw women of all shapes and sizes, young and old, fat and thin, pretty and ugly, every type of woman you could think of was in this room and every single one of them had a big goofy smile on their face as they touched me anywhere they could reach. I was also very quickly divested of all of my clothing, setting off a chorus of delighted exclamations when my heavy prick was unveiled.

"Oh my! That's a lot bigger than anything I've ever had!" gushed one girl.

"Kya! He's so big!" Giggled another who'd lost her whole kimono in the press.

"I know right! It's as big as my arm!" another one said holding it up to her forearm to compare.

Of Fuck! Someone had just wrapped her lips around the end.

"My my, you are full of surprises..." A more mature woman said as she cupped my scrotum and gave my testicles a light squeeze.

"I want to put that thing inside of me!"

"Me too!"

"Let me take you into the back and make you feel really good, big boy!"

Suddenly a loud man bellowed, "Oy! What the hell is going on in here?! Get back to work!"

It was Kutsundo, the burly bastard who ran the winery. He was a powerful, middle-aged man with thick arms and a balding head. He frowned at all of us as the women quickly tried to pull their clothing back on while I just stood there. I didn't know what the hell to do. There I was buck naked in the middle of the work floor, my cock still very hard and sticking out towards the guy.

His eyes lingered on me for a moment, drifting to my dick. His brows rose and he snorted, giving me an impressed look and a measure of respect I'd damn well never received when I'd actually worked for the guy. Not that he appeared to recognize me. Then his attention returned to his workers, glowering, "You broads can spread your legs for the man with the giant dong on your own time!"

The women rushed to obey their boss, their heads down, a few giving me a last longing look before scurrying away.

"Fucking whores..." he muttered, shaking his head as he watched them.

After a moment he turned to me and said, "Heh. You must really pound some pussy with that thing, huh?"

"Uh... I do all right," I admitted. Man, this was weird. He was treating me like an equal. Me, the commoner nobody, naked as fuck in his place. Though It really shouldn't have surprised me. Look at the fucking way Tsunade treated me now! With a smirk, I added, "Fucked the Hokage last night."

"Did ya now?" he murmured, a bit of surprise in his voice.

Then he laughed loudly before saying, "Well, you go boy! Those tits! What I wouldn't give to see that bird up in one of my vats bouncing those big tatas for my viewing pleasure while her feet make my wine..." He adjusted the front of his pants perving on the women who were still showing off their own breasts thanks to me, before shaking his head and looking back at me with a rueful smirk, "Heh... But I guess a guy with a big enough dingaling has all the luck, huh?"

"Yea, you could say that." Not to mention a pair of magical earrings...

"So what brings you in here with that monster between your legs?" he asked. "Aside from the obvious, I mean."

I snorted. This situation was just so awkward and weird. This asshole normally would have had me thrown out of her by his goons. Back when I actually worked here, he treated me like a part-time **** or maybe a pack-animal. Now, he thought it was perfectly normal for me to be hanging out in the nude in his winery, so much so that he was perfectly comfortable just shooting the shit with me like I was a fellow over-seer type.

Now that I'd calmed down a bit after his sudden roaring appearance and confident again that I was once again immune to all consequences and basically all-powerful, I recognized this dick had interrupted that orgy I'd almost been about to have. That kind of pissed me off. I decided to mess with him a little.

"Well Kutsundo..." I started, turning to him, "Just the obvious, honestly. I came for the orgy, of course! Why did you break that up? Isn't it normal that you really love the idea of your workers getting fucked while they stomp the grapes, the thought of all those sex juices mixing into the wine sounds hot, right?"

I watched his face closely, knowing the magic of the earrings would be even now making by crazy statement true for him. His eyes widened a bit and he licked his lips, obviously getting off on the idea.

"Oh yes," he said, a little embarrassed. "But I want to keep my workers productive. If they get too distracted, they will end up screwing around instead of working. I have to make sure that only I can enjoy their sweet fruit..."

I smiled a bit.

"Well said," I told him. "Now let's get back to the orgy!"

He stared a bit, his face growing awfully red as his nostrils flared, then he nodded and raised his voice, looking around, "Oy!"

"Who wants this big strapping young man's meaty rod down their throat?" He called out, pointing at me.

The thirty or so working women turned to look our way, many looking excited but many were reticent probably because of their boss's whip-lashing behavior, yelling at them one moment and loudly encouraging them the next. Finally, an older woman broke the impasse calling out, sounding annoyed, "Ah! Boss! You shouldn't play around like that!"

"I do! I do!" one of the girls volunteered, a busty redhead who was watching us with a glazed look in her eyes.

"Me too!" another said, a pretty girl with dark hair.

More called out and started to approach the side of the vat, all looking at me with hungry eyes.

Kutsundo stepped closer to me and slapped my back, "Silly bitches... Well, what are you waiting for, lad? Get in there and fuck the shit out of those stupid cunts!"

I was over in an instant, my prick swinging as I jog-strode over to the vat, my big heavy tool bouncing in the air as I went.