Dango

Honestly, I wasn’t nearly as hungry as I thought…or at least after being able to just pick up whatever I wanted in the market without paying. An apple here, some tonkatsu with rice from a street vendor, all taken with a smile or usually even less. If it was totally normal, after all, what was the point in them even making more of a note of it than looking at me and then back at actual paying people? And while I had seen a few good milfs on the way here, some reasonably hot teenage girls walking around laughing, and even an Anbu leaping over the rooftops – and I know for a fact it was a girl you can’t hide those hips and that ass – but I hadn’t found anyone who had really piqued my interest yet.

“Hey, am I going to get any food around here or what?!”

I know that voice.

In front of me, at a small dango stand, I bent down so I could confirm it and…yep. I knew that outfit, and that voice.

“Anko?” I called as I pushed through the red cloth covering and walked up behind her, hands coming forward to cup her breasts and begin playing absentmindedly as I propped my chin up on her shoulder.

Oh yeah.

We’re going to be fucking.

“Shit, you? What, are you doing here?” she squinted over at me before laughing slightly. “Buzz off, kid, I’m here for some dango…which should be done by now!”

To be fair to her, as she pounded the wooden counter, there was no one to be seen to come forward for a paying customer.

“Name’s Nijito,” I replied, dismissing the whole ‘kid thing out of hand for an instant…before a thought came to mind. “And if you’re so hungry, you could try gobbling on my cock a bit?”

“What, you probably have an eraser stub down there,” she cackled before turning to face me slightly, forcing me to readjust my position so that I could keep groping her. “Don’t even try me, boy.”

Oh. Is that how it is?

“I bet you it’ll taste good,” I chuckled. “Besides, how long have you been waiting?”

“At least five minutes,” she spat in disgust, “I think I scared the guy off.”

“Well, let me check,” I told her, hopping behind the counter and looking around.

Huh.

A plate of dango….and a ‘back in five minutes’ sign that hadn’t actually made it’s way to the counter. Huh. Whoever ran this thing must have been in a hell of a hurry. Either way, I had some dango…and an idea. It only took me a minute to rub one out all over the things and bring them back proudly as if it was some really high class dish.

“Found some dango, if not the guy,” I slid the plate towards her. “Even put some of my special sauce on it.”

“This is just cum, you idiot,” she scoffed.

“Yeah, well,” I floundered for an instant before snapping my fingers. “It is normal for you to eat my cum like it was any other condiment.”

“Yeah, so?” she said, hands already moving forward to grab one of them by the stick.

And, because I am both confident and don’t like losing…

“It is normal, by the way, for you specifically Anko, for my cum to taste like the most amazing thing in the world to you, and to be so good that you will cream yourself harder than you’ve ever before no matter what the source,” and yeah it was a long order but they worked damn it, “Like sex or **** or masturbation or whatever.”

“You’re crazy,” she rolled her eyes before popping one of the cum-covered balls in her mouth.

I saw the moment she came, her eyes widening and her thighs slamming together as she hunched over the plate, fist pounding onto the stand hard enough to shake the wood slightly.

“Fuuuuck,” she hissed quietly before whipping her head back to stare at me. “You…what did you put in this!?”

“Something good for you,” I poked the bowl. “Now eat up, bitch.”

And she did. Every. Last. Bite.

“That’ll teach you,” I told her sarcastically as she shuddered and sucked down air.

It was hilarious. Every bite made her have to stop and cum again, and by now, towards the end of the bowl, the entire seat was soaked, almost. The cushion on top was probably totally ruined, the wood maybe salvageable. But that wasn’t what was important. What was important was watching her eat my cum like that had made me incredibly hard.

“Anyway, you don’t have any missions for a while, right?” I asked as I walked out and around so that I could put my chest to her back for easy groping access once more. “Hmmm…?” I drew out the question at the same time that I tugged on her nipples.

The coverings for this stand were great for public acts, you know?

“I…nnmmh,” she leaned into me, “No, I just got back from a really good interrogation, broke the guy two days early. My schedule is clear…”

Interrogation?

“Uh…you’re in T&I?” I blinked down at her.

“Fuck yeah I am,” she murmured, her own hands coming up to help me in the groping of her own tits. “Best there is, I’m going to replace Ibiki one day.”

My boner, at the news that I was messing around with one of the spookiest types of ninja we had in the village, just about died at the news before I reminded it that she was going to be off for a bit and was still as sexy as she had been before I knew that. Besides, man. Fishnet, am I right?

“Cool…cool,” I nodded, before slapping both of her tits and stepping back, my hand finding hers to pull her off the seat that she unsteadily slid off of. “So, let’s head to your apartment, yeah?”

“But I was going to go to a bar and find a guy for the night,” she said, not really tugging out of my grip as I stared at her again, an eyebrow raised.

“Uh…right. Well…let’s go to your apartment, and we can fuck a whole lot, okay?”

“You? Sure, yeah, at least I’ll be out the door in another five seconds to find a real man,” she rolled her eyes again, that same dismissive confidence reappearing now that she wasn’t cumming every few seconds.

“Okay,” I narrowed my eyes at her, “For that, you’re going to pay.”