Yoruichi moaned wildly as she rode Ichigo hard, her purple hair spilling down her shoulders and back. The boy gripped her waist and matched her bouncing with his own thrusts, his thumb rubbing her clit. "Oh yes!" she shouted as she orgasmed all over Ichigo's cock, the bed shaking from her non-stop bouncing. "ICHIGO!"
Ichigo threw his head back against the pillow and moaned Yoruichi's name as he came inside her, filling her pussy with his white cum. Yoruichi collapsed on top of him and they kissed lewdly before Ichigo rolled over and started to thrust in and out of her, the werecat screaming his name. Her head rolled to the side and she held onto Ichigo as he pressed his chest against hers. When she glanced out the window she saw something that made her eyes widen in shock before she smiled wickedly.
The young man was surprised when Yoruichi ordered him to stop. "Yoruichi?" He pulled out and stared at the werecat, wondering if he did something wrong. "Are you okay?"
Sitting up, Yoruichi grinned. "Don't worry, Ichigo. You didn't do anything wrong. Just wait right here while I take care of some unexpected business." Without putting any clothes on, Yoruichi opened the window and flashstepped away, leaving Ichigo sitting on the bed confused and still aroused.
The reason that Yoruichi stopped Ichigo was become she noticed they had a peeping tom watching them. Flashstepping to the roof opposite the Kurosaki house, Yoruichi walked up behind the woman looking at Ichigo's room with a pair of binoculars. "Enjoy the show, Soi-Fon?"
The captain of Squad Two jumped when she saw her personal goddess standing behind her. "Lady Yoruichi!" She covered her eyes when she saw that Yoruichi had no clothes on and was sweating from Ichigo's fucking, making her look almost too radiant to the eyes of Soi-Fon. "I…I can explain!"
Crossing her arms, Yoruichi merely grinned. "If you wanted Ichigo's company so much, all you needed to do was ask."
"No!" Soi-Fon shook her head, her cheeks aflame from the idea. "I…I just wanted to make sure Ichigo Kurosaki wasn't hurting you. I don't understand why you continue to fornicate with that boy."
"Don't knock it till you try it," Yoruichi countered.
"Lady Yoruichi! He's a male prostitute!" Soi-Fon insisted.
"True. And he's the best damn lay me and half the women in the Soul Society have had in centuries. Why not hire him and find out for yourself?"
Soi-Fon bristled. "Lady Yoruichi! You can't be serious! I would never have intercourse with that boy!"
Yoruichi leaned forward and smiled. "Would you do it if I asked you to?"
That got Soi-Fon's attention. She could never refuse a request by Yoruichi but the idea of being intimate with that boy was almost more than she could stomach. She respected Ichigo Kurosaki for all he'd done for them but that didn't mean she liked him. Still, if Yoruichi asked her she was compelled to fulfill her request. "Okay…" she meekly said. She reached inside her pocket and pulled out some cash only for Yoruichi to stop her.
"Leave the fee to me. Now then…I believe that I left Ichigo wanting…."
Soi-Fon face matched Ichigo's name in terms of redness. "Lady Yoruichi, are you sure? I mean…."
Tapping her chin, Yoruichi grinned when a lightbulb went off over her head. "Yes, why not change it up. I'm sure Ichigo's never done that sort of roleplay before." She remembered that the house was empty, with Isshin working at the hospital for the night and Ichigo's sisters at a sleepover. "Yes, I think that'll be a nice change of pace for Ichigo."
Yoruichi's words confused Soi-Fon. "Lady Yoruichi, what are you talking about? Shouldn't…" she blushed harder as the words came out, "Shouldn't I just go to his room right now?"
"Oh no," Yoruichi shook her head. "This is your first time with Ichigo. We can do better than just letting him have his way with you on his bed. Why don't we mix it up a little…." Yoruichi told Soi-Fon her idea and smiled when she saw Soi-Fon's ears turn red from embarrassment. "So what do you say, Soi-Fon?"
The captain was silent for a moment before slowly nodding. As much as she was against this she remembered all the times she'd watched her mentor and the boy make the beast with two backs and part of her felt jealous when she saw her mentor's face twisted with pleasure. "Okay…"
"Splendid! Now, here's what you should do…." Yoruichi leaned forward and whispered instructions into Soi-Fon's ear. After she told her the plan Yoruichi turned around. "Now go get ready while I get Ichigo."
"Um…Lady Yoruichi?" Soi-Fon called out before she could flashstep away. "Could you…join us?"
Turning around, Yoruichi grinned from ear to ear. "There's no way I'd miss out on this!"
Ichigo was waiting patiently for Yoruichi as the naked woman hopped back into his room. "What was that all about?" he asked. "Was Soi-Fon spying on us?"
"Oh, I was just making a deal with her." Walking over to her forgotten pants she pulled out a large wad of cash and put it next the other large wad of cash on Ichigo's dresser. "Here. For another round with Soi-Fon included. While she's getting ready, why don't we finish what we started?" The naked woman walked over to the bed and pounced on top of Ichigo….
Twenty Minutes Later….
Ichigo sat on the bed and waited, wondering what Yoruichi had planned with Soi-Fon. Yoruichi had left a minute ago, promising that she wouldn't take long. After a few minutes of waiting Ichigo heard a voice coming from downstairs. "Ichigo! Dinner!"
'…Did Soi-Fon just tell me that dinner is ready?'
Getting off the bed and not bothering to throw any clothes on, Ichigo headed down the stairs and entered the kitchen. As soon as he walked in his eyes stared at the sight before him. 'Okay…that's a first, even for me….'
Soi-Fon was standing in front of him wearing nothing except an apron. "Hi, Ichigo. Your dinner is ready." Her eyes looked downward to Ichigo's hardening manhood and the blush on her face deepened, making Ichigo fear she might faint from all the blood rushing to her head.
Ichigo looked around but saw nothing on the table. "So where is it?"
Shaking with nervousness, Soi-Fon walked over to Ichigo and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm your dinner, sweetie." As Ichigo looked at her stunned, Soi-Fon leaned forward and kissed him. Figuring this was a roleplay that Yoruichi talked her into, Ichigo gave in and kissed her back. His hand ran through her hair soothingly while he pulled her close, her apron-covered chest pushing against his. Soi-Fon, having never made out with anyone, save for the one time she'd gotten into a drunken dare with Kyoraku, melted into the kiss as Ichigo's tongue slipped into her mouth.
Soi-Fon gave a cute squeak when Ichigo reached around and squeezed her ass. When Soi-Fon pulled away from the kiss, Ichigo went back for seconds, pushing her up against the table. "So you're my dinner, Soi-Fon?" he asked with a sly smile.
"Yes…" Soi-Fon said, a shiver running down her spine when she saw him staring at her with lust-filled eyes. Ichigo reached around her and untied the apron, taking it off her. Ichigo couldn't help but admire her small, naked body. She may not have had Yoruichi-sized breasts but her small, perky tits were cute. Ichigo noticed how toned her stomach was, already starting to form abs from her constant training. "Don't stare," she muttered, not used to having a man stare at her naked body. Uusally if one of her men tried to spy on her in the shower she'd beat them to a bloody pulp but here she felt embarrassed.
"Don't worry, honey," Ichigo chuckled, going along with the roleplay, "You look hot." Ichigo leaned down and kissed her again, mentally cheering when he heard her moan into his mouth. Soi-Fon gave a cute squeak when he cupped her small ass and lifted her up onto the table, laying her down onto her back. Ichigo pushed her legs back as his face neared her pussy.
"Ah!" Soi-Fon gasped when she felt Ichigo's tongue touch her hot cunt. She'd been intimate before with Yoruichi but she was always the one giving cunnilingus. Her hands gripped the edges of the table as Ichigo ate her out. "Ohhh…"Her back arched as her lower half melted from Ichigo's sexy tongue. The boy used his expert tongue to get all of the right reactions from the captain. "Don't stop…" she moaned. Her hands let go of the dinner table and went to her breasts, fondling them while she spread her legs wider. "Ahhh…." To Soi-Fon there was no way this could get any hotter.
Until it did.
When Soi-Fon opened her eyes, she saw to her surprise Yoruichi staring down at her with a wide grin, wearing a pink apron around her naked front. "So how is he, Soi-Fon?" she asked her protégé while Ichigo continued to lick her tender folds, pumping a finger in and out of her tight hole.
"So good…" Soi-Fon whispered, her back arching as Ichigo quickened his fingers pace. Her hands squeezed her small breasts as the tension inside her grew until she couldn't take it anymore. "Yes! YES! CUMMING!" she cried out, only for Yoruichi to press her lips against hers while Ichigo drank her love juices while she gushed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. As Ichigo stood up and wiped his face clean Soi-Fon's hands went to her wet pussy, the woman trying to lengthen her amazing orgasm.
Breaking the kiss, Yoruichi leaned up and gently patted Soi-Fon's head. "Soi-Fon, why don't you and your darling, Ichigo, get more acquainted?" she suggested, winking at Ichigo. She pointed to a chair, which Ichigo sat in. Getting the picture, Soi-Fon swallowed the massive lump in her throat and hopped off the table. Ichigo watched as the petite captain got onto his lap, her wet honeypot rubbing up against his thick shaft. Soi-Fon tasted herself on Ichigo's tongue when he kissed her again. Ichigo moaned into her mouth as Soi-Fon subconsciously began to grind her lower half again his. Soi-Fon shivered as his hands cupped her ass again, his hands firmly squeezing her soft cheeks. She gasped when she felt Yoruichi lean down against her back, her large breasts pressing into her back. Leaning over Soi-Fon, Yoruichi kissed Ichigo while her hands groped her protégé. Breaking the light kiss, she whispered into Soi-Fon's ear. "Soi-Fon, why don't you show Ichigo how good you can ride him? This is your favorite position after all…."
Nodding, Soi-Fon gave in to her mentor's seductive suggestion and lifted her hips. Ichigo lined his cock with the entrance to her tight hole and gave Soi-Fon a nod.
Yoruichi watched with a wide grin as Soi-Fon sank down on Ichigo's manhood, his large girth entering her small body. Soi-Fon's breath hitched as her walls were stretched to their limit. Ichigo was so much larger than the toys she used to pleasure herself. Her arms wrapped around Ichigo tightly while he sat there, his face pressed into her neck as he tried not move inside her. Finally, after a few moments, Soi-Fon took deep breaths before lifting her hips, moaning as Ichigo's cock rubbed against her sensitive spots. Her bounces were intensified by Yoruichi, who lightly tugged on Soi-Fon's braids. Ichigo's hands went to her waist, bouncing her faster on his lap while he watched the stoic woman's face twisted with pleasure, making her moan as he bounced her on his cock faster and faster until he wasn't sure if the chair's legs could take much more.
Soi-Fon was so close to climax, having never had a man fill her to her limit before. Her hips moved with a mind of their own now, her body no longer under her own control. Her arms tightened their grip on Ichigo's shoulders as she bounced faster and faster, her vision turning white. "I…I…I'm gonna-"
Before Soi-Fon could enter the gates of ecstasy she was stopped by Yoruichi, who put her hands on Soi-Fon's shoulders and ceased her wild riding. When both she turned to look at the werecat and her eyes widened when she saw the woman, having removed her apron, lubing up a strap-on attached to her crotch. "La-lady Yoruichi…" Soi-Fon gulped, knowing what her mentor was going to do with that toy.
"Just relax, Soi-Fon," Yoruichi said, running her hand soothingly through her black hair. "This is just like the time me and Unohana gave you double on your birthday. Only my toy is slightly bigger than Unohana's." Seeing Ichigo's eye, Yoruichi winked, "Don't worry. I'll give you the juicy details later. But for now…let's have some double fun!"
Ichigo hissed as Soi-Fon's tight hole became even tighter when Yoruichi pressed the tip of her toy against Soi-Fon's backdoor, the captain trying hard to relax; an impossible task considering she had Ichigo's large member already in her pussy and an almost equally-large toy pushing into her asshole. "Ahhh!" she cried out while holding onto Ichigo for dear life. Ichigo, trying to not do anything until she was ready, ran his hand soothingly up and down Soi-Fon's back to try to comfort her. Yoruichi continued to push into her protégé's ass, her nipples rubbing into Soi-Fon's back. Soi-Fon fought the urge to scream as her ass was filled, having never had both holes filled to their very limit. Without warning she bit down on Ichigo's shoulder, making him yelp before Yoruichi got settled in her asshole.
Despite the fact that he was in a chair with two women practically leaning down on him, Ichigo decided it was time to move. His arms wrapped around her waist as he moved, sliding his cock out of her cunt gently before pushing back in. Yoruichi took that as a sign to move as well, pulling her toy out of Soi-Fon's ass.
Yoruichi found their position to be quite uncomfortable, having to lean down. "Ichigo, why don't we get your sweet Soi-Fon more acquainted by standing up?" she suggested.
Soi-Fon let out an uncharacteristic squeak as Ichigo and Yoruichi stood up, lifting her up in the air. "Oh god!" she cried out, feeling both of them move inside her. Once they'd both stood up in the middle of the dining room they started to give Soi-Fon a double-fucking she'd remember for a long time. Soi-Fon's cries filled the room as the two moved in synch with each other. As Yoruichi pulled out of her asshole Ichigo thrust up into her pussy and vice-versa. Soi-Fon squeezed her eyes shut as the climax she'd been denies began to build up inside her again, bigger and stronger than ever. "AH! OH! ICHIGO!" she shouted, her nails digging into Ichigo's back as her holes were assaulted. "YORUICHI! CUMMING! CUMMING!"
Both Ichigo and Yoruichi grinned as Soi-Fon came, her juices gushing from her plugged cunt. Yorucihi reached around Soi-Fon to fondle her small tits, coaxing the petite woman's body into relaxing before moving once again. Ichigo silenced Soi-Fon's loud moaning with a deep kiss before thrusting into her harder. His cock felt right at home inside her tight cunt, his head pressing against the door to her womb. As he broke the kiss Ichigo saw her eyes rolled into the back of her head and gave a nod to Yoruichi.
Soi-Fon felt her lower half melt as Ichigo and Yoruichi started to move faster, her abused asshole yielding to Yoruichi's toy while Ichigo slid into the deepest part of her pussy. Yoruichi moaned into Soi-Fon's ear while she fucked her senseless, the toy's harness rubbing against her clit. Ichigo began to fuck Soi-Fon as hard as he could, his balls tightening as Soi-Fon's hot and wet womanhood gripped his cock.
All three Soul Reapers threw their heads back and cried out as they came together. Yoruichi's strap-on harness became soaked as she squirted all over it. Ichigo thought that Soi-Fon was going to strangle his cock as her walls tightened around him before he shot his load into her.
Yoruichi pulled her strap-on out of Soi-Fon's ass and removed it, giving a slight giggle when she saw Soi-Fon fall asleep in Ichiog's arms. "Aww! She's all tuckered out!"
Lifting her off his cock, Ichigo handed the sleeping captain over to Yoruichi. "So what are you going to do with Soi-Fon?"
Laying her down on the table for a moment, Yoruichi gathered her clothes before picking her back up. "I'll take her to Kisuke's to get some rest. I've no doubt she'll be hiring you again sometime soon." Walking over to Ichigo she kissed his cheek and smiled. "Later, Ichigo. I'll be sure to hire you again with Soi-Fon sometime soon."
Ichigo watched Yoruichi leave with Soi-Fon before picking up the discarded aprons. Looking at the table, the young man sighed. "I'd better go get the disinfectant before the others come home…."Hi, Yoruichi! Kisuke!" Orihime greeted as she entered the shop. In her hand was a bag of bread she'd made from her bakery. Every week she stopped by to give a delivery to Kisuke.
The cat was lounging on the counter while Kisuke worked the cashier. "Hello, Orihime," the black cat greeted. "Another bread delivery?"
"Yep! Here you go!" She handed the bag to Kisuke before browsing his wares, picking out lollipops to take back on the trip home. "Hey, I was wondering if you've anything else?" she asked. What she was asking was if Kisuke had any of the soda-flavored suckers he usually carried.
Kisuke took her question the wrong way….
Yoruichi could feel a sense of alarm build up when she practically saw Kisuke's eyes light up at the question. "Oho? Interested in my little business venture with Ichigo, are you?" Yoruichi held up her paws to try to stop him but Kisuke continued. "I'm sure he's been waiting for you to hire him."
"Kisuke, I don't think-"
Kisuke hushed the cat before pulling out his usual sheet of Ichigo's services. "As you can see he's very skilled at what he does." Ignoring the cat trying to stop him he handed the paper to Orihime.
Orihime stared at the paper confused. 'Since when did Ichigo become a masseur and get interested in body painting?' "I don't understand, what business venture is Ichigo doing?" she asked, confusion written all over her face.
Grinning from ear to ear, Kisuke elaborated, much to Yoruichi's horror. "He's been in the business of pleasuring women. He's been doing it for a while and you can ask Yoruichi here if you need a testament of his skill in the bedroom!" he said, thinking that he was roping in another customer for his successful business.
Orihime stared at Kisuke, all of the color in her face fading away as Kisuke prattled on. She looked at Yoruichi, who looked away ashamed at herself before looking down at the paper in her hands, realizing that it was actually a list of sexual services. Orihime felt a wave of disgust hit her as she listened to Kisuke, her hands crumpling the paper as she felt a brand new emotion surge through her: rage.
"So, Orihime, what have you-" Kisuke started only to realize that Orihime was hauling back with her hand….
SMACK!
Yoruichi flinched as she watched Orihime give Kisuke the mother of all bitchslaps, the shopkeeper getting knocked to the floor. The werecat almost cowered from the hateful stare Orihime gave her before the teen stormed out of the shop, obviously heading for a certain Substitute Soul Reaper who had some explaining to do. The cat turned to Kisuke who picked himself up off the floor. "You know, Kisuke, for as smart as you are…you can be a real dumbass sometimes."
Sitting down, Kisuke nursed his sore cheek before sighing. "Right…I forgot that Orihime was one of the few who didn't know about Ichigo. Why is that again?"
Bristling with annoyance, Yoruichi glared at the man. "Have you forgotten she loves Ichigo? How the hell do you think she feels knowing that the boy she loves has been with more women than he can count? We've been keeping it a secret from her so her feelings wouldn't get crushed but now you've just opened Pandora's Box!"
Sighing, Kisuke merely put his hat back on and got up. "Well, I suppose I'd better go call Ichigo and warn him that he's got trouble coming…."
He stopped when he saw the look on the black cat's face. "Don't bother. You've done enough. Besides, she was bound to discover what you've had Ichigo doing sooner or later."
"You think Ichigo will be okay?"
"I've never seen Orihime so angry before. We can only hope…."
Meanwhile….
Ichigo's Room
Ichigo lay on the bed, staring out the window. He felt lethargic and weary. Not from the sex but, rather, from the whole affair of working for Kisuke. Over the past few weeks this tired feeling was starting to build up inside him with each girl and the last few jobs he had he practically just laid on the bed and let the girl do whatever they wanted. They were very satisfied, to be sure, but Ichigo was not.
During his last visit to the Soul Society he noticed how the women all talked about him when he walked by but he noticed how they only ever talked about his skills in the bedroom. He figured that was to be expected but he was beginning to grow tired of being treated as nothing more than a sex object.
Rolling over in his bed, he stared at his phone, waiting for Kisuke to call him and tell him of another job. 'Maybe I should call it quits…' he thought. He looked over to his wallet on the dresser, crammed full of money. 'I'm certainly not doing it for the money. And I'm not really enjoying it anymore. So why keep doing it?' Rolling onto his back, he looked up at the ceiling and sighed. 'I don't know what to do anymore. Mom….' He knew that his mother was no more after being killed by Grand Fisher and her soul most likely eaten but he tried to take comfort in the idea that maybe somehow his mother was watching over him. 'What should I do? Some form of sign would be helpful.'
His musings were interrupted when he heard the doorbell ring. He ignored it, figuring that one of his family members would answer it only to remember that they were currently at Karin's soccer game, leaving him home alone. Hearing the doorbell ring again, Ichigo got up. "Hold on!" he called out as he ran down the stairs, wondering who kept ringing the doorbell over and over again. "Better not be Keigo again with another stupid game…." He opened the door only to see that it wasn't Keigo but someone else. "Orihime?"
SMACK!
Ichigo was completely caught off-guard when Orihime slapped him, holding up the crumpled paper in her hands. "What is this? Kisuke…Yoruichi…they told me…." She looked distraught, as if she didn't know how to process all of the emotions inside her. "Ichigo, you're selling yourself to women?!" she finally demanded.
Staring at the angry girl, who was close to tears, Ichigo realized that the girl had learned of his new job despite his efforts to keep it a secret from her. Knowing there was no point in denying it, Ichigo hung his head and nodded. "Yes…."
Orihime stared at Ichigo, wondering if she should smack him again. She was feeling so many emotions right now she couldn't think straight. Part of her wanted to go home and cry, part of her wanted to hit Ichigo again, part of her wanted to scream at him for keeping this from her after all the years she'd loved him, and a very small part of her wanted to know if maybe she could hire him. "Ichigo…why have you been doing this?" she asked in a weak voice, her eyes clearly showing pain.
Staring at the ground, Ichigo felt uncomfortable for the first time in a long time. Not wanting to do this outside, he gestured to his house. "Um…could we discuss this inside?" he asked, hoping she didn't smack him again. Orihime had a really hard right hand.
Taking a deep breath, Orihime nodded and followed Ichigo into his house. Following him into the living room, she sat down on the couch and stared at him as he sat down next to her. "Well?"
Ichigo stared at her hazel eyes, feeling ashamed at himself for the first time since he started this job. At first he liked it, as it became clear that Kisuke was understating how much the women in the Soul Society needed a good lay, and the nonstop sex was amazing but for the first time he felt shame burn as his friend stared at him with hurtful eyes. "Kisuke roped me into it after I walked in on Yoruichi playing with herself," he explained. "I'm sorry. I didn't know how to tell you."
"Why not?" Orihime asked, crossing her arms and trying to look angry.
Continuing to stare at the floor, Ichigo finally admitted the truth. "Orihime…I know…I know that you like me." He looked up to see Orihime looking shocked and gave a weak smile. "I know Rukia and the others will say that I'm a bonehead or dense but I'm not dumb. I…I've known that you had feelings for me for a while."
"But then why are you selling yourself to women then?! How do you think this makes me feel?!" she angrily retorted.
Ichigo's vision returned to the floor and he felt the dragon of shame continue to claw at his heart. "Orihime, how could I ever tell you that I was being paid to have sex with other women? I knew you would be disgusted with me. And…and…."
"And?"
Ichigo gripped the couch's leather and found the words he needed to say. "I like you, Orihime…and after I got roped into this job I thought that you didn't want to have anything to do with me if you knew. That's why I never told you. I'm sorry…."
Orihime was silent as she stared at her crush, his words weighing deep in her heart. As much as it hurt her to hear that Ichigo had been with other women, she was thrilled to no end to finally hear him admit his feelings with her. She also noticed that sad, tired look in his eyes and understood that her finding out about him wasn't' the only thing that had been weighing on his mind. Closing her eyes, she thought about it and came to a decision. She couldn't let this cloud her judgement. True, Ichigo had kept this from her but when she'd demanded an explanation he'd been forthcoming and honest. That and…he said he really like her….
Silence filled the room as Orihime took hold of Ichigo's hand, squeezing it. When Ichigo looked up, he saw that Orihime was smiling warmly at him. "Ichigo…I…I love you no matter what. I am mad you kept this from me but…thank you for being honest."
A feeling that Ichigo had not felt in a long time: happiness. "Thanks, Orihime. I've gotta admit, I was getting sick of Kisuke's job. I was starting to feel shallow…" he confessed. He squeezed Orihime's hand and smiled back at her.
Blushing, Orihime looked deep into Ichigo's eyes before a thought came to her, making her blush deepen. "Um…how about this, Ichigo? Can I hire you?"
Ichigo stared at her agog. "You…want to hire me?"
Smiling, Orihime nodded. "Yep! And my payment…" she held up a finger, "Is one date."
Smiling, Ichigo leaned forward, brushing her burnt-orange hair with his hand softly. "Deal," he whispered before pressing his lips against Orihime's. Orihime's heart skipped at beat as they made out on the couch, her dream come true. Laying back against the couch, her hands slipped into Ichigo's and their fingers intertwined, both of them feeling extraordinarily happy. Ichigo and Orihime continued to make out until they ran out of air and parted. Ichigo looked down at Orihime's flushed face and chuckled. "C'mon. Let's take this to my bedroom. It's soundproofed."
"Your room is soundproofed?"
Scratching the back of his head, Ichigo explained, "Kisuke soundproofed it after I started."
"Perfect!" Orihime giggled. She took him by the hand and hurried up the stairs, eager to feel Ichigo's touch once more. Once Ichigo had locked the door to his room she was in his arms again, a deep kiss shared between them while he led her over to the bed. As she sat down he reached for his shirt and tugged it off, revealing his naked chest. Orihime's ears burned as she stared at Ichigo's body. She'd seen him topless before during gym class when they had to swim but this was the first time he was so close…and alone…and looking at her with seductive eyes. She looked down to Ichigo's pants and gulped. 'Wow…' she thought when she saw the bulge in his pants. 'This is happening. This is real.' She reached for Ichigo's pants with shaky hands. "Is it okay?" she asked.
Ichigo could feel the blood rushing to his head from the cute look on her face. "Yeah. It's okay, Orihime," he said.
Nodding, Orihime unzipped Ichigo's pants and started to pull them down along with his underwear. Orihime stared at Ichigo's manhood with widened eyes. As Ichigo stepped out of his clothes he reached for her and grabbed her shirt, pulling it over her head. Sitting down on the bed next to Orihime, the naked Ichigo pulled the girl into another deep kiss, his hands undoing her bra with ease, like a master lock-picker.
Taking off Orihime's bra, Ichigo gently pushed Orihime down onto the bed and crawled on top of her. Orihime blushed as he started to kiss her neck while her hands roamed his bare back. Sweat began to bead down Orihime's body as her body heated up from Ichigo's tender ministrations. Ichigo kissed his way down her front until his face was pressed into her bosom. Orihime let out a loud moan as Ichigo's tongue licked her hardened nipples, teasing the girl with his wet tongue. "Ichigo…that feels…so good…" Orihime moaned as her crush lavished her breasts with his skilled tongue, "Ah! Ichigo!" she gasped, feeling Ichigo wrap his lips around her nipple, sucking on her tit as if she had milk in her breasts.
Ichigo's hands sneaked underneath Orihime to touch her back, which arched at his soft touch. He sucked on her tit tenderly, wanting to bring Orihime as much pleasure as he could give her. He switched to her other, neglected nipple while his hand traced up her spine, making her gasp as his subtle touch felt like lightning.
"Ichigo…" she sighed in ecstasy before looking down at Ichigo's large cock. "Um…Ichigo?"
Taking his mouth off her nipple, Ichigo looked up. "Yes, Orihime?"
"Can I pleasure you?" she asked, her hand reaching for his manhood, her face getting hotter as her fingers touched him.
Ichigo gave Orihime a knowing smile and reached for her pants, unbuttoning them. "Sure. We can do it together." Orihime put her legs together and let Ichigo slide her pants off of her, leaving her wearing nothing but white panties. Ichigo teased the girl by sticking his hand in her panties and rubbing her moist honeypot. Smirking as Orihime writhed in pleasure, Ichigo peeled them off of her and lay down next to her. Sitting up, Orihime crawled on top of Ichigo, facing his hard manhood while her lower half hovered over Ichigo's face. As she opened her mouth while nearing Ichigo's cock, Ichigo began to eat her out, his tongue licking her tender folds before snaking into her tight hole. "Ahhhh…" Orihime moaned before leaning down and licking Ichigo's manhood. Ichigo moaned into Orihime's snatch when he felt Orihime's hot mouth surround his cock, the girl giving him head while he continued to lick her pussy. His hands gripped her soft ass while he tasted her juices while Orihime took him deep into her mouth, the sound of her slurping filling the room. Orihime thought she'd died and gone to heaven as she sucked him off, her head bobbing up and down.
The two enjoyed giving each other oral 69-style, enjoying every second. Orihime thought her mouth was going to melt from the heat of Ichigo's cock as she bobbed her head up and down, her hands going to his tender sac and fondling him. Her body shook with sheer ecstasy as Ichigo's tongue left her snatch to lick her sensitive clit. Unable to control herself, she started to grind her pussy into Ichigo's face, wishing this would never end. So caught up in the pleasure that she quickly lost herself, the bubble inside her stomach beginning to pop. "Mmmmmmhhh!" she moaned as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Ichigo eagerly drank her juices as they gushed from the orangette, his arms wrapping around her waist tightly.
When Orihime rolled off of Ichigo she gasped for air. She'd pleasured herself before but she'd never experienced an orgasm that was as intense as the one she just had. "Wow…" she gasped, her vision spinning, "Ichigo, that was amazing. I'd no idea you were so good."
Chuckling from Orihime's reaction, Ichigo got on top of her, caressing her cheek. "Experience has taught me well," he said before kissing her again, letting her taste her juices on his tongue. Orihime could no longer keep her hands off Ichigo. The boy shivered as her hands explored his back, her nails lightly raking against his skin. It made the urge to take her harder and harder to fight. No longer able to hold back, Ichigo got between her legs and guided his cock to her entrance, a hand palming her large breast.
Orihime shook like a leaf, knowing she was about to lose her virginity to the person she loved most. Ichigo kissed her forehead and looked her in the eyes, his cock rubbing against her wet entrance, the head so close to slipping inside her. "Orihime, are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes. I want you, Ichigo."
A kiss was shared between them, one of love and affection, as Ichigo pushed into her, his cock sliding into her tight honeypot. Orihime cried out as her crush took her virginity, feeling Ichigo go deep inside her. With one thrust he tore her barrier and made her a woman. Her legs wrapped around Ichigo's waist, impressing the boy as she pulled him close with her surprising strength. Ichigo slowly pumped in and out of his friend, hearing a delightful moan leave her sweet lips with every slide into her. "Orihime, you're so hot and tight!" he grunted, beginning to move faster.
Orihime's breasts bounced wildly as Ichigo began to move inside her with more force, her body bending to the pleasure building inside her. "Ah! Ichigo! You're so big!" she cried out, pulling him into another deep kiss as she bucked into his thrusts, making him slide even deeper into her.
Not wanting to just fuck her into the mattress, Ichigo decided to switch positions. Orihime let out a coo as Ichigo gripped her hips, turning her to the side. Ichigo placed one of Orihime's smooth legs on his shoulder before continuing to thrust in and out of her, the bed shaking as he hit all of her sensitive spots. Ichigo couldn't believe how tight she was, chreshing every second of it. Sweat dripped down his back as he fucked her hard, wanting to bring her more and more pleasure. Her walls gripped Ichigo's cock, as if refusing to let go of him and it drove him wild. For the first time since he started this job he felt excited.
Orihime gripped the bedsheets as Ichigo pumped in and out of her, her pussy craving Ichigo's cock. The bubble inside her began to build inside her again, this time much more stronger. "Ichigo…yes! More! Harder! Faster! Deeper!" she pleaded.
She was taken by surprise when Ichigo pulled out of her, much to her dissapoitment, only to gasp in surprise when Ichigo put her onto her hands and knees and shoved his cock back into her warm hole, his hands palming her juicy ass as he pistoned into her. "Fuck! Orihime!" he grunted as his hips slammed against Orihime's hot ass, making her body shake with each thrust. "You're so tight!"
"Yes! Ichigo! Fuck me!" Orihime moaned as Ichigo fucked her doggy style. Talking dirty was not her style but Ichigo's cock was hitting all of her sweet spots so good but she didn't care. "Fuck me! Harder! Harder!"
Ichigo obliged, his hips moving with almost herculean strength. His hands reached for Orihime's swaying breasts and squeezed them, loving how soft and firm they were in his hands. The bed shook like crazy, despite its sturdy frame. Ichigo couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex this wild and intense before but he wanted to keep going until he couldn't feel his hips anymore.
Orihime couldn't hold on any longer. Ichigo's cock had invaded her womb and she melted in Ichigo's arms. His balls were slapping against her clit, making her body arch into Ichigo's chest as she saw nothing but white. "ICHIGO!" she shouted, her pussy beginning to gush all over Ichigo's cock as the dam inside her burst. "CUMMING! FUCK ME!"
Unable to resist the temptation from her tightening walls, Ichigo quickly pulled out of Orihime and, gripping her hips, flipped her onto her back. Before Orihime could figure out which way was up, Ichigo had got on top of her chest, wedging his cock in between her large tits. A few thrusts into her soft cleavage and Ichigo cried out in ecstasy. Heat splashed all over Orihime's face as Ichigo gave her a facial, his white cum shooting onto her face. "Orihime…" Ichigo moaned as he shot the last of his sticky load all over her face.
"Ichigo…" Orihime breathed. Her tongue licked the spunk on her lips and she swallowed it with lustful glee. Ichigo grabbed a rag he kept on his nightstand and wiped the cum off her face. "You okay, Orihime?" he asked, laying down next to the exhausted teen as he finished, putting the rag in the trashcan.
Panting for air, Orihime rolled onto her side and pushed her head into Ichigo's shoulder and sighed contentedly. "I feel great. Thank you, Ichigo…" she whispered before snuggling into his embrace as he wrapped his arms around her.
Ichigo buried his face in her hair and felt her warmth sink into his exhausted body. He felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders from admitting the truth to his friend. As they lay there, a new feeling began to well up inside Ichigo. Running his hand through her hair, Ichigo kissed her forehead. "Orihime…I-"
RINNNNNNNG! RINNNNNNNNG!
Both orange heads looked over to Ichigo's phone. Frowning, Ichigo picked up the phone and hit the answer button. "Hello?"
"Hey, Ichigo! Looks like Orihime didn't blast you to bits!" the shopkeeper happily chirped. "Good to hear! Listen, I've got some clients coming in today who want a nice fivesome. You're needed in an hour so-"
"No," Ichigo said.
"…Come again?"
"I quit, Kisuke. I've got a date tonight."
"Wait, Ichigo! They've already paid up front and-"
CLICK!
Ichigo turned off his phone and put it away. Turning back to Orihime he kissed her lips and smiled. "Dinner and a movie tonight for our date?" he asked.
"I'd love that," she said before cuddling into Ichigo's chest again. "But maybe a nap first? I'm tired."
Chuckling, Ichigo grabbed the covers and pulled them over him and Orihime. "Agreed." Kissing her forehead again, Ichigo softly fell asleep with Orihime in his arms, no longer in the employ of Kisuke and his secret little business….
Meanwhile….
Urahara Shop
Kisuke ran inside and slammed the door shut. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a remote and hit the shiny red button. The doors and windows to the shop were barred by thick sheets of iron. "Whew!" He wiped the sweat from his brow and took deep breaths before jumping back when he heard pounding on the doors to the shop. "Oh dear."
Yoruichi stepped out of the back, in her human form, and sweatdropped. "I take it they mob outside didn't take the news of Ichigo's early retirement well?"
"No…" Kisuke shook his head and wanted to cry. "And it gets worse!" The pounding on the walls became louder, along with the sound of the protective iron walls being ripped apart.
"You've a mob of angry women out there about to rip you limb from limb. How does it gets worse?" she asked out of curiosity.
"THEY WANT THEIR MONEY BACK!"
The End