Story (c): Me

Bleach (c): Tite Kubo

"I-ichigo. . . we can't. . .ooh!" Orihime moan as she felt an all too familiar feeling sliding in and out of her core. Her hands gripped the shag carpet floor tightly and her body rocked back and forth, her ass slapping against Ichigo's thighs.

"Sure we can," he whisper in her ear as he hunched over her body and grasped her breasts tightly. He slid his cock out slowly, teasingly, before slamming it back inside.

"Ichi- I mean, we're in your office! What if someone comes inside and sees us?"

Ichigo stopped moving, his cock buried deep inside her. Orihime turned her head to look at him curiously, "Ichigo?"

"Well Hime, if someone walks in here and sees me fucking the sense out of you surely they'd get the memo and leave. Besides, my patients can't come in here unless the receptionist gives them permission.

Orihime pouted, "That's mean, Ichigo." He just smiled before thrusting his hips again, causing her to cry out.

The phone in the office suddenly rang. Ichigo grumbled and pressed the speaker button. "What is it, Tatsuki?" He continued rocking his hips against Orihime who had covered her mouth with her hands, trying to muffle her moans.

"Your father is here to see you."

Ichigo groaned. Both from the sudden arrival from his father and the sudden tightness of Orihime's core.

"Tel him I'm busy, I'll be with him in five."

"He's being insistent."

Ichigo sighed, "Fine, whatever."

The phone connection ends and Orihime turns around, looking at him in a panic.

"I've got it under control, don't worry about it.

"Ichigo, my boy!" Isshin Kurosaki shouted, as he opened the door to his son's office.

Ichigo stood behind his desk, gripping the desk tightly. Orihime was beneath it, moving her body slowly so that Ichigo's length slid in and out of her core. Ichigo desperately wanted to thrust his hips wildly but he certainly couldn't do that with his father standing right there. Still, her slow movements were driving him wild and he knew he was going to come any minute.

"Hello, Dad."

"Isshin raised an eyebrow, "Are you alright, son? You're looking flushed and sweaty."

Ichigo faked a cough, "Yeah, I think I'm coming down with something. I wouldn't get to close if I were you."

It's funny how Doctors can get sick in their own hospitals, eh, son?"

"Hilarious." Ichigo said, gripping the desk even harder and slightly moving his hips against Orihime. He was so close!

"Well your sisters have been complaining that you haven't come by in a while. You should come see them."

"Alright, alright. I'll come see them this weekend."

"Excellent!" Isshin said clapping his hands together. "I'll see you Saturday for dinner. Bring Orihime, too, they miss their sister-in-law."

"Don't worry, Orihime and I are going to come."

In more ways than one.

Isshin bid his son goodbye and just as the door shut Ichigo thrusted hard, spilling his seed inside Orihime. The two groaned in unison at their orgasms, thrusting against each other to milk every last drop.

Ichigo reluctantly pulled out of Orihime and put his pants back on before reaching under the desk to pull out his wife from underneath it.

"We're eating dinner at dad's on Saturday," Ichigo said as he helped straighten Orihime up.

She smiled at him, "That would be wonderful."

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