Choji/Ino

Ino's a seasoned working girl who's been around the block a few times. She thought there was nothing that could shock her anymore. Turns out se was mistaken.

Ino was a seasoned working girl. Ask her about it and she'd tell you she's seen, heard and done just about anything, that was until today.

A robust middle aged man had hired her and informed during their negotiations that he had a very specific request for her. It was the thing that had the john hiring a hooker in broad daylight in the first place.

That specific thing? Well she found out he had heated up a metric shit ton of stew in a large tin tank in his backyard and wanted her to bathe in it. Stew all in her nooks and crannies? She declined, she wasn't about to get an infection to satisfy this week's weirdo.

After a bout of panic from her john and triple the payment up front they'd made a compromise, and this is how she ended up bent over a tub of stew in some dudes backyard while he railed her from behind all while he ladled stew down her curvy spine and slurped it off. The amount of times he choked mid thrust from inhaling broth was both hilarious and terrifying. She could only imagine what she'd have to tell the paramedic and police had the john actually asphyxiated.

At least the sex wasn't bad. The chubby man was hung decently, and had an attractive circumcised dick. The extra weight he carried around really helped him ram his cock deep inside her, though she wasn't sure if it was the pleasure her wet slit was providing him or the eagerness to eat those random chunks of root vegetables he'd been choking down that motivated his powerful pelvis.

Either way she was enjoying herself but was in no way approaching release. It was rare for her to orgasm with a john. Normally she'd just do the whole moan and clench, it always seemed to do the trick.

Their time limit was rapidly approaching as she felt his sweaty body slam into her over and over again. He must have noticed too because had finally put the ladle down in favor of grasping her hips with both hands.

"Oh, so good baby," she fake moaned as she felt his balls continue to slap against her cooch.

"God you, made my stew taste so fucking good," He gushed out breathily. His breath was laboured and he couldn't hold back the pathetic strangled noises that escaped his mouth as he watched his dick disappear into the prostitute over and over again. Her tight walls were velvety and wet, they fluttered periodically around his aching cock in the most proactive way.

She didn't know what to say to that so she fell back on her practiced hooker lines. "Yeah baby?"

"God yes, could lick it clean off you all day," Choji groaned and threw his head back as Ino used the tub that she was supporting herself with as leverage to thrust back and meet Choji's eager cock thrust for thrust. Her body was sweaty and sticky from broth, her tits bouncing violently as the john ruthlessly pistoned forward into her tight hole.

As she felt the man's hips begin to stutter she knew it was time to put on her start performance. "Oh so good baby, you're going to make me cum," She moaned devilishly as she began to kegel around his cock.

"Y-yeah?" Choji stammered needily at the sudden strangling of his cock. Ino smirked smugly when she felt his squeeze her hips unbelievably tight. 'Works every time.'

"Oh, oh yes baby, I'm cumming!" She threw her head of long blond hair backwards as she put the muscular walls of her pussy to work. She made sure to sell it just enough to be believable. By the shuddered groans escaping the man she'd hit her mark.

"Fuck!" Choji hissed. That last convulsion had pushed him over the edge making his dick throb before shooting his load deep in the condom he was wearing as he fucked the pretty prostitute through completion.

Ino let him roll his lazy hips into her a few more times so he could ride his climax. After he had pulled out she turned down the opportunity to shower, she just wanted to get the fuck out of there and shower in her own home. When Choji had finally dropped her off she couldn't hold back the snort that escaped her, she could just imagine how the conversation with her pimp about today's job would go. Madara was going to love this.