Orihime was at an impasse. She had an itch that she KNEW she could scratch and her usual way of satisfying it wasn't going to cut it out anymore. No; this one required the help of another person and that exact person was right in front of her: Ichigo Kurosaki; Her orange haired class mate who had amazing power as a Shinigami, which was only half the size of his obliviousness. She had feelings for him for a VERY long time, yet... He never ever ever noticed them! He seemed to only ever see her as a friend.
It was frustrating beyond belief…but now she was going to solve THAT particular problem.
"Ichigoooooo!" She called out happily. She had all the materials set up for this plan to come to fruition. "I need you to help me with something!" Ichigo turned, saw her and raised an eyebrow in confusion, Ichigo came up to her. "What do you think this smells like?" She asked, holding out a brown rag. 'Please fall for it, please fall for it' she thought desperately.
Taking a nice deep breath, Ichigo did not realise what he just doomed himself to.
"I think it smells like-" he suddenly collapsed. Orihime smiled as she put the chloroform soaked rag away.
"Waa?" Ichigo blearily woke up. Taking a few seconds to look around, he noticed several things wrong with his current situation: first, he was tied to a chair. Second, all of his clothes were gone. Third, he could not break out of his bonds. He was helpless, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Oh it seems you have woken up." Ichigo recognised a familiar voice. "Orihime, what is going on? Please help me escape this chair!"
Orihime walked in front of him and Ichigo went red; she was naked.
"Oh Ichigo, don't try and escape those bonds; they're made of the same material used to bind Aizen. You can't escape and that works for me." He looked up at her in alarm. "What are you going to do?" He asked, cautious. Clearly, this was not the Orihime he knew. Something about her was…bewitching.
"There's something I have wanted to do for several years now." She said quietly, unbridled lust burning in her eyes.
"What is that?"
She looked straight into Ichigo's beautiful brown eyes as she prepared herself for what was coming.
"Confess my love… to you."
As Orihime spoke those words, Ichigo's words died in his throat. She walked around him, perving on him from behind. Sultry hands reached down and held his head, forcing him to look deep into her eyes. Ichigo felt helpless, but couldn't bring himself to be afraid of Orihime.
"But I felt that would be too... Complicated for you to understand; that is why," She walked around his prone body and suddenly sat on his lap. "I will be using you as my boy toy until you understand how I feel."
She forced her tongue into his mouth, swirling around, ravaging his mouth with her long suppressed lust. Ichigo grew wide-eyed as he saw and felt her violate him. Previously repressed feelings forced themselves up and his hormones went on overdrive.
Orihime was already tracing her fingers down his body, quivering as she imagined Ichigo calling out her name in ecstasy. She smirked as she felt a growing hardness press against herself. She finally stopped tongue-raping Ichigo and let out a gasp as she breathed in. A thin line of spit went from each other's tongues as she drew her head back.
"You have no idea how long I have waited for this moment Ichigo. She walked behind him and disappeared for a few agonising seconds only to suddenly force something into his mouth. "Although I enjoy your voice, I cannot have you ruin the moment."
She brought her arms close, emphasising her already large and attractive breasts. There was no holding back now; the sight of her amazing bust had forced a full erection out of Ichigo. "I bought that ball gag so I can hear you scream." She brought her hand to her face and started to suck on her middle finger. "Besides, it has the effect of making you seem like my plaything. Guess what? You ARE my plaything!"
With that she went on her knees in front of Ichigo and without hesitation let a sliver of spit trickle into Ichigo's fully erect penis. He merely screamed through the ball gag. "Don't worry my dear, you'll feel great after a while; I promise!" She silently focused on the nine inch cock in front of her. She started lightly, kissing the tip to wet it. Caressing the bottom of the shaft, Orihime was pleasantly surprised by the twitching her actions were eliciting. He tasted delicious.
She licked the penis' entire length, making sure to stop at the head and when it seemed her tongue would leave, her entire mouth swallowed Ichigo's penis, taking its head right to the back of her throat. Letting out a groan at the feeling of losing his oral virginity, Ichigo could only watch as Orihime's head clumsily bobbed up and down his dick.
With a particularly lewd *plop* Orihime brought her head away from the penis. She was slightly dishevelled now, but looked like she was thoroughly enjoying herself. "You're lucky that I have a weak gag reflex otherwise we'd have a problem, wouldn't we?" Ichigo screamed through the ball gag, clearly in protest.
"If you're thinking the problem is with me, then you're wrong." She started to slowly stroke his penis. "I have wanted you to love me for over a decade, five years waiting for you to fuck me! It's so frustrating seeing my friends getting who they want and then there's me; I had you right in front of me. I just couldn't resist." She swallowed his penis once again, leaving Ichigo to think about her words. 'She is right, I did always know- but doing this is just too extreme!'
Orihime massaged Ichigo's balls with great care, making sure to pay attention to both of them. Ichigo suddenly tensed and let out a groan. He was at his limit and had no way to vocalise it!
Orihime's eyes widened as she felt Ichigo cum in her mouth. She was expecting a lot, but not this much!
Swallowing most of what her love had released, she let a bit fall onto her breasts. "That was round one Ichigo." His eyes widened slightly at her words, his mind too busy reeling from the orgasm. "I know you've got a lot more than that to give."
Lifting up her breasts, she brought them directly to Ichigo's penis and completely enveloped them. Despite their size, the head of Ichigo's penis could just be visible in Orihime's cleavage. He groaned at the heavenly feeling of breasts squeezing his penis. Making sure that they were securely on him, Orihime started to go up and down on the rock-hard penis.
She spat on the head, making it easier for her to move her breasts, more so than the semen; it was in fact rather sticky, though some dripped off of her chin. It wasn't long before Ichigo was at his limit again. Who could blame him? The feeling over of soft, large breasts over a man's penis is one of the true physical pleasures of this world! He bit down hard on the gag as he came all over Orihime.
"Oh you came again!" Orihime breathed heavily moved her fingers over her chest, picking up semen as she did so. "Oh Ichigo, I knew you can do it for one more round" she placed her fingers in her mouth and greedily sucked the semen right off them. Ichigo's mind had broken; he was a lust crazed man who had cum twice to the woman he loved. He knew what was coming next and he wanted it-he wanted her.
Smirking as she saw his desire-filled eyes, Orihime stood up and leaned forward. Reaching around his head, she undid the ball gag and flung it away. It was already replaced by Orihime's tongue by the time it hit the ground. She broke away quickly, agonisingly so. She smiled at his obvious disappointment at the short kiss. Orihime licked her lips. It was time to mark him as hers!
She grasped his penis in her gentle hand and caressed it for a moment, then stood directly above it. She teased Ichigo by allowing him to feel the soft, wet outer lips of her pussy and no more.
"Please Orihime! Fuck me!" Ichigo cried, before he could stop himself. Those were the words she had wanted to hear for over five years!
She quickly sat down on it, her barrier broken instantly. She gasped in both pain and pleasure, whilst Ichigo revelled in his ecstasy. Taking a moment to get used to the feeling (dildos don't have anything on this!) she looked hungrily into Ichigo's eyes. With a slow Intake of breath, she began to ride him.
Both gasping and moaning in their shared mindless state, Orihime found herself playing with her breasts and nipples. She still felt as though something was missing. Then it hit her. 'His hands on my hips!' She quickly realised. She didn't want to leave her position so she Sent out one of her shun shun rika to unlock Ichigo's hands.
The thought that he would attempt to escape flitted across her mind as she did so. With this, a stab of guilt at having raped her Ichigo gave Orihime sudden hesitations. However, not a mere moment after they were freed, Ichigo's hands were at her hips, helping her as she rode him; making them both achieve greater levels of pleasure. This new influx of satisfaction chased away any doubts that either of the two lovers had.
After what seemed like hours of piercing heaven, they were finally moments away from finishing.
"Orihime, I think I'm gonna..."
"It's fine. Do it inside." Orihime started to pump faster and Ichigo tensed for the third time. "We'll cum together!
Seconds later they both exclaimed in sexual pleasure as they both ejaculated. Ichigo's semen seemed run hotter and hotter inside her. Orihime looked at Ichigo; he seemed to be on the brink of consciousness! She wanted him to remember her touch, even when he was falling asleep.
She leaned in and kissed him deeply and lovingly on the mouth. She felt more satisfied than ever before as she saw Ichigo's eyes roll back into his head from the sheer pleasure of it all. She allowed herself to slip off Ichigo's penis, her vagina already missing its partner's presence. She walked away, sperm dripping onto the floor behind her.
