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Yushiro's Harem (Bleach)
🕑 Added 2020-08-16 19:21:25 +0000 UTCSummary: Yushiro's been collecting a harem of all the sexiest women and after breaking several other women, he arrives to collect the gorgeous Orihime, who has been married to Ichigo for years. Her bond with Ichigo won't last long against the young man. Includes: NTR, Mind Break, and Harem
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Orihime thought of a saying as she washed dishes this warm, summer afternoon. ‘It is better to want than to have.’ She had lived so much of her youth trying to reach this moment, trying to become the perfect housewife.
It made the older woman’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red as she thought about it now. She had loved Ichigo for so long, wanting so desperately to kiss him and hold him in her arms. They went through battle after battle together, before eventually he confessed his feelings to her.
That had been the happiest moment of her life. She remembered wrapping her arms around him, squeezing him, and even, finally, kissing him. The two began to date, and from there, they got married and lived happily ever after.
When she was young, Orihime dreamed and fantasized about this life, but now that she was an adult woman, part of her couldn’t help but find herself wanting more.
She hated that part of her. She had married Ichigo, and now they were living together! Wasn’t that enough?
Orihime sighed where she stood. She looked down at the plate in her hand. She had been washing it clean for the last few minutes, just dragging the sponge over it again and again in small circles. She rinsed it off and placed it away, shaking her head, before looking around.
The kitchen was empty. The house was empty. She was alone, just like she always was. Ichigo was a great man, and a brave hero, but a husband… As a husband, he was lacking in some traits.
Instead of being with her, Ichigo would leave for the Soul Society to work with Rukia or even working simple, odd jobs here in their world. He didn’t really have a ‘real’ job. He was a Soul Reaper, and that gave little time for the married couple to be together. He seemed to hardly ever be home, and when he was, he was so distant.
When was the last time he placed his hands on her body? When was the last time they had kissed, really kissed?
She knew he wasn’t trying to hurt her. He was just ignorant.
Next time she saw him, she would talk to him, she told herself. She told herself that several times before in the past, but this time, she meant it.
Orihime walked the halls of their empty home, silently wondering what she should do today. Ichigo was supposed to come home this morning, but she knew how this went by now. If he didn’t show up when he said he would, he wouldn’t be showing up today.
She wouldn’t bother trying to contact him. If he was working with Rukia, he wouldn’t answer back.
Orihime felt her heart twisting in her gut. She missed her husband. She missed companionship. She longed for something more than the walls of an empty home. Maybe she could contact Tatsuki or Rangiku? They could do something together, and-
There was a knocking on the door, and Orihime’s eyes widened. Was that her husband? Did he actually make it home? Her cracked heart soared in her chest as she looked at the front door, hearing another knock on the door.
Orihime suddenly blushed, feeling a rush of excitement and anxiety as she raced upstairs instead of answering the door. She slipped into her bedroom and took a look at herself, looking her body over.
She was wearing a simple, dull orange dress on her body. It wasn’t very trendy or fancy, but it hugged her figure, more because her figure was so voluptuous than anything else. The only other thing she was wearing was her emerald-green apron over her body.
Orihime looked herself over, sliding a hand over her curves, hoping she was presentable. Her figure had changed over the years. Her hips had gotten wider, and her breasts grew even beyond Rangiku’s. Her hair had grown out just a bit, but her figure was still essentially the same.
The innocent woman was completely ignorant of how she looked. She was the very definition of a MILF, just without the child. Her figure was adult, far beyond the pretty teen she was. She was a woman now, voluptuous and alluring.
She was the talk of the neighborhood. A gorgeous, sexy woman that any man would be lucky to have. The poor woman was ignorant of her own beauty, though, partly because Ichigo was so distant from her.
Orihime’s ignorance would be the key to a new chapter to her life. She walked down the stairs, skipping the last couple of steps as she landed on the ground. The door was knocked on once more before she opened it, beaming as she expected to see her husband’s smiling face.
Only to find no one there. She blinked, before she noticed dark haired out of the corner of her gaze. She glanced down, finding a smiling face indeed looking back at her, but it was not her husband.
“Oh. Yushiro,” Orihime greeted, putting on a smile as she scolded herself. Her husband had a key. Why would he knock? She had hoped it was to surprise her, but now she could see that she was just being foolish.
She wanted to frown, she wanted to sigh, but instead she wore her smile well as Yoruichi’s little relative greeted her. “Orihime. It’s good to see you again! I just wanted to drop by and visit you. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Oh, not at all. Please, come in.”
Orihime did not know the young man particularly well, but she knew him well enough. She considered him a friend and she was happy to let him inside. The young boy had grown up quite a bit since she last saw him. He was a man now, though amusingly he wasn’t much taller.
Still, his short size actually endeared him to her. He was cute, and Orihime’s motherly nature instantly rose up in his presence.
“Can I get you anything?”
The orange-haired woman didn’t notice Yushiro’s lingering eyes as her smile slowly became more genuine. The young man had his eyes right on her tits, ogling them, admiring their size and jiggle as his cock twitched in his pants.
Her tits were amazing, even bigger than Rangiku’s, and he was the only person who could genuinely make that comparison. After all, he had already seen Rangiku naked, and soon, Orihime would join that list…
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Rangiku laid on his bed, panting, her eyes unfocused. Every breath caused her chest to rise and fall, bouncing slightly. Her tits were caked in his semen, and every bounce caused the white cream to slowly slide down her body. Yushiro stood over her, a grin on his face as he held his cock in his hand. E moved his fingers back and forth, slowly stroking his member.
The blond was like the goddess of the Soul Society. She had been the last slut he had planned on conquering here before moving on to new horizons. Oh, sure, he had fucked and broken many women in the last few days, but Rangiku was supposed to be the period at the end of the sentence.
He plowed her cunt, and his eyes traveled down her hourglass body to her pussy. Cum trickled out of her womanhood, spilling onto her bed as his balls throbbed. It was a beautiful sight as he turned back to Rangiku, staring her in the eyes as semen clung to her face.
She was so beautiful. She was probably the most beautiful woman in this land. Not just for her large, gravity defying tits or her round, peach-shaped ass, but everything about her. Her golden locks, her slender face, her plump lips…
Speaking of her lips, those lips had scarlet red lipstick smeared on them. She was a bit of a mess, and not just because of all the cum he left on her. The sticky residue made her bangs cling to her forehead, and her lipstick was smeared down her chin and all over his dick. There were several rings around his shaft, reaching all the way down to the base of his cock. There were even scarlet marks left on his balls, further evidence of how he had gone all the way with her.
Pussy, ass, mouth, he had coated her insides in his seed, and now he was going to do the same to her outside. She knew this, and she did nothing to stop him.
Of course she must have been tired. Almost an entire night of sex. How many times had he made her cum? Even he wasn’t sure. Her muscles were probably aching from cumming so much.
Yet somehow she found the strength to smile. She licked her pillowy lips clean, before she smiled at him. She opened her mouth, stretching it as wide as it could go as her hands fell onto her large tits. She groped her herself, lathering his seed into her massive breasts as she grinned.
“Master…” she begged, and that was the catalyst for Yushiro firing another load onto her beautiful face.
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“Can I get something to drink? I’m pretty thirsty,” Yushiro requested, and Orihime beamed as she nodded her head.
“Of course. Wait right here. I’ll go get you something.” The older woman turned and walked away from the young man, giving him the chance to admire her swaying hips and how tightly the dress squeezed her fine ass.
He watched her go as he made himself at home, sitting on her couch and grinning as she returned with his glass.
“It’s so nice to see you, Yushiro. How have you been?”
“Good, actually. I’ve been working for the Soul Society recently, and the work’s been really fulfilling.”
“Oh? What are you doing for them?” she asked as she sat on the other side of the couch with a warm expression on her face.
“I mostly just act as a negotiator. I go where I’m needed to talk to others, convince them to compromise with a deal, talk things out, and make sure everyone walks away happy.”
“Oh, that’s so sweet! I’m glad you’re able to convince everyone to get along! I hated all the fighting we used to have to do. I’m glad more peaceful options are available now,” she beamed, clapping her hands together. The simple gesture caused her breasts to bounce slightly, and Yushiro eyed her rack, admiring their size and clear lack of a bra.
“Yep. In fact, do you remember Tier Harribel and her Fraccion?” Orihime’s eyes widened, before she nodded their heads. “Well, Soul Society was having some issues with Tier after she took over Hueco Mundo, so I went to go and give her a visit.”
“And you were able to broker a peace?” Orihime asked, making the young man beam with pride.
“Oh, yeah. Tier was much more willing to work out a deal after we negotiated. By the end of it, she and her three servants were calling me-”
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“Maaaster!” Tier screamed, breaking on his cock as she bounced on his shaft. His arms released her hips and he leaned back on her throne as she put in all the work. She was bouncing on his shaft, panting and moaning as his cock reached deep into her cunt.
The once stoic and icy woman was gone. He had fucked Tier’s tight cunt, popping her cherry and releasing the slut buried deep within. Tier lifted her ass up and down, feeling his dick stretch out her pussy before the audience of three.
If Tier registered her three loyal Fraccion, then she made no clear sign of it. She only focused on the cock buried balls deep inside of her, squeezing it with her tight cunt as Yushiro’s precum filled her insides.
Her face was nothing like the woman they followed into battle. Tier’s eyes rolled into her skull with every bounce, and she roared with pleasure as the cock throbbed inside of her. Speaking of which, the dick was huge. As big and thick as an arm, maybe more. All three women stared at it as their pussy trembled under their clothes.
“Tell your sluts who owns you,” Yushiro demanded, pulling on Tier’s hair to whisper into her ear.
Their leader was being manhandled so easily by the small man. If any of the three expected Tier to be angry at being treated so roughly, they would be left very disappointed. They watched as the dark-skinned blond looked at them, her eyes bouncing to one to the other, to the other, and she smiled.
“T-this, ahh, this man is now the k-king of Hueco M-Mundoooh-oh!” she mewled. Her eyes stared at Sung-sun, and the small woman covered her cherry-colored lips with her long sleeve, trying to hide her blush as Tier moved on.
“H-he’s the king! He’s our king!” Apacci’s heart raced as she watched the woman she respected more than anyone else be reduced to… to such a slut. Tier’s tits bounced, smacking against her chest as Apacci felt her pussy juices trickle down her leg.
“Ha, ahh, ahh, please, Master! I’m so close!” Mila didn’t even earn two seconds of Tier’s gaze. Her Mistress instead looked at Yushiro, begging for more from him as Mila’s strong, muscular legs gave out under her. She bowed before Yushiro as he sat on his throne, like a king over his harem.
Yushiro spanked Tier’s ass, before drifting his eyes to the three women. Each of them trembled in place as his eyes stared at them. “As you girls can see, your realm is under new-mmmh, management.” Yushiro grunted as Tier came on his cock, her pussy juices trickling down his dick as she squeezed the rod.
He came inside of her, and each of the women watched as his balls throbbed and his cock began to spray semen out like a hose. Cum shot into Tier Harribel like a geyser, filling her inside and not stopping. More and more cum raced inside of her, and Tier leaned her head back as she let out a loud moan. Soon cum was trickling out of her cunt, sliding down to his balls as Yushiro sighed.
“Ahh. Not bad, Tier,” he complimented, groping one of her large breasts and earning a whimpering moan from her. “Anyways, I won’t expect any of you three to join your ex-ruler on my cock. I’m not a monster. You should only be here worshipping this big, fat cock if you want-”
Yushiro expected the women to break, but he really didn’t think it’d be this easy, or that Mila Rose was the one to crack first. He peeked over Tier’s shoulder to see the dark-skinned beauty tearing at her clothes, ripping them clean off her body as she pounced towards him.
She landed at the foot on his new throne, and her black-painted lips pressed against his balls. She kissed one of them, not even waiting for permission as she moaned. Mila pressed her face against his balls, kissing them, leaving dark marks on them as she breathed in the scent of his semen.
“I-I will worship you, Master.” Mila dragged her tongue along his balls, gently smacking them, before she wrapped her lips around his testicles and sucking on them. Yushiro moaned at the suction, before she let his ball pop out of her mouth. “I’ll worship you. I-I give myself to you.”
“Good girl,” Yuushiro grinned, treating her like a dumb little animal. “Keep sucking. Worship your Master.”
Mila Rose obeyed as his semen trickled out of Tier’s pussy, right down to Mila’s waiting mouth. Sung-sun and Apacci watched their two friends moan and quiver. Tier didn’t move beyond some slight twitches and shudders as Yushiro buried his cock inside of her. He bucked his hips, making Tier bounce and earning another loud cry from her.
The two women began to move forward, slowly inching closer and closer until Yushiro’s gaze fell upon them. They soon realized their error as they fell to their knees, crawling towards him with scarlet cheeks as his gaze softened towards them.
“Tier. Get off me. Join your three servants sucking my cock. I want you all to share it amongst each other,” he commanded, practically pushing the taller, bigger woman off of his rod and onto the ground.
Mila didn’t even bother catching her or helping her up. She had eyes only for the cock, beaming as she had the chance to drag her tongue from the base of his dick all the way to the bulbous tip of his cock.
She licked his cum right off the shaft as Tier stood up, standing before the crawling Sung-Sun and Apacci. She looked down at them and smiled, licking saliva right off her lips as they looked up at her. She reached down, grabbing Sung-Sun’s clothes first and tearing her robes apart with her bare hands.
Sung-Sun’s eyes widened and she let out a cry of shame as she looked down at her naked body. Tier didn’t say anything, grabbing Sung-Sun by the back of her head and shoving her towards Yushiro and his new throne. The dark-haired woman fell at his feet, feeling the shadow of his cock looming over her. She whimpered, shaking in place as Mila suckled on one part of the cock.
The long-haired woman panted, breathing in the scent of the fleshy tower. Yushiro’s eyes locked with hers before she leaned forward, kissing one side of his cock with her cherry-red lips. Mila and her moaned, licking each side of the cock, sliding their tongues up and down at different speeds.
Apacci watched the two ‘Beasts’ submitting to the man. Her pussy quivered, turning her shorts wet as the golden-haired woman appeared before her. The small woman’s eyes traveled up her Queen’s curvy body, staring into her eyes as Tier grinned.
She didn’t need to say anything. Apacci pulled at her clothes, tugging on them at first, before ripping them off of her body. She tore her clothes to shreds and threw them to the ground, crawling towards Yushiro.
Apacci joining in on worshipping the cock was seamless. The other two sluts moved out of the way, letting her mouth join theirs. Each of them licking and kissing the cock, leaving prints of their lipstick on the slick, wet flesh. They felt how hot it was against their skin, how hard… Their pussies dripped between their legs as they moaned against his thick member.
“Do you like them, Master?” Tier asked, shaking her ass from side to side. “They’re yours. W-we are yours. Please, Master, I’ll give you all the women of this land if you just give me your cock…”
Yushiro just laughed, relaxing in his throne as he closed his eyes. He didn’t bother replying to his eager whore as three mouths kissed and sucked on his cock.
Life was good, but it could be better...
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“-a good friend.”
“That’s wonderful!” Orihime beamed.
The two made small talk as time moved on. Yushiro eyed her tits, admiring their heft and jiggle as Orihime continued to be an arrogant little bimbo. She was older than the young man, and yet she seemed to pass off his stares and lingering eyes as nothing to worry about.
Yushiro began to feel more and more aroused, admiring her body as he grew impatient. He soon pushed Orihime into his trap, believing he had her.
“Orihime, how are things with your husband, Ichigo?”
“Oh.” Immediately her tone became sadder, weaker. “W-we’re good.”
“Are you sure?” he inquired. “I always see him in the Soul Society with Rukia. He rarely ever comes home, it seems. I mean, some of the younger members didn’t even know he had a wife.”
That comment clearly hurt the young woman. Yushiro grinned as she fell into place, just as he hoped. He moved closer, sliding towards her as he slipped his arm around her shoulder, bringing her closer.
“I can feel your sadness, Orihime. I can tell how badly his behavior has hurt you.”
“O-oh, I’m okay. I-I understand that Ichigo-”
“Don’t try to justify his cruelty and neglect, Orihime. It’s not right.” She sealed her lips shut. The buxom beauty was a natural submissive slut, eager to obey the orders of an alpha male. Yushiro grinned as he stroked her shoulder, leaning closer. She smelled of strawberries…
“I’ve seen this too many times before,” he sighed, shaking his head as her eyes widened. “The neglect a husband puts his wife through… It always ruins the relationship. It always hurts the couple and ends in divorce.”
“W-what? No, I-I would never divorce Ichigo!”
“It might not be your choice,” he replied. “I’ve seen it happen so many times,” he lied, and Orihime found herself trusting him as his scent tickled her mind and nibbled at her rationality.l
Orihime shook her head, pressing a hand over her heart, groping her own tit. “No, t-that can’t be true. Please, Yushiro, there must be something I can do to keep us together! Marrying Ichigo had been my dream since I was a child! I just… I want to-mmmph!”
Yushiro kissed her, and her heart stopped. She should have pushed him away, maybe even smacked him if she could muster up the anger, but honestly, Orihime was just stunned. She couldn’t remember the last time someone kissed her.
Ichigo hadn’t even given her this much in weeks. Weeks without a kiss from her husband. When she felt Yushiro’s lips against hers, she placed her hands on his shoulders. It should have been to push him away. Instead she held him in place as her eyes began to fell shut. Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes, but she couldn’t part.
Not yet.
The kiss was warm. Soft. It sent electricity through her body. Then Yushiro’s tongue slid against her lips, and she opened her mouth, taking his tongue. She felt his tongue slide along the inside of her cheek, over her teeth, and against her own tongue.
Her arms slid around his neck, pulling him closer as the shorter man fell against her soft, buxom body. Yushiro had her as Orihime’s body craved the warmth and love he was giving her. His hands groped at her chest, playing with her tits through her clothes, feeling her nipples gently harden against his palms. He felt her fingers gently comb through her dark locks as their tongues pressed against one another.
Yushiro broke the kiss, leaving her panting and staring into his eyes as realization dawned on her. Her eyes widened, shaking as her hands refused to part from him.
“W-we shouldn’t have-I shouldn’t have-”
“Do you see what I mean, Orihime?” he asked, gently squeezing one of her tits. “When was the last time Ichigo touched you like this? Made you feel… like this?” he asked, pressing one of his fingers against her nipples. Even through her clothes, it left her body quivering and pulling soft moans from her lips.
Her silence was all the answer he needed as he leaned towards her ear, whispering into it. “I can help you. I can keep you and Ichigo together, but to do that, you have to trust me.” She didn’t say anything, even as her face burned hot and her heart raced against her ribs. “Let me be Ichigo for the day. For the night. Just to scratch your itch, and give you the strength to keep this marriage going.”
“But… but we…” It was wrong. It was so wrong, but right and wrong were difficult concepts to focus on when Yushiro’s hands pawed at her tits. “It’s wrong.”
“What’s wrong is leaving you alone for so long, so often, and so hungry for the touch of another.” He moved his hand from her chest to her cheek, and she nuzzled against it, shuddering from his soft touch.
“I…”
“Just once. Just for tonight, and we can pretend it never happened, and you can talk to Ichigo when he comes back. But don’t you deserve to be happy?”
The words made sense to Orihime. At least, she thought they did. Her eyes fell shut for a few seconds as she rubbed against his hand and felt his fingers digging into her breast. Her eyes slowly opened after a long moment, staring into his as she nodded her head.
Her mind was in a daze, but her heart… she knew what it wanted. The touch of another. To feel… loved.
Yushiro had her.
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The two fell onto Orihime and Ichigo’s bed as they kissed. Their tongues swirled and wrestled until he won, and he pinned her down as his large cock pressed against her pussy through his clothes. She shuddered, moaning as he began to rub his shaft back and forth, teasing her.
“Y-Yushiro, t-that won’t-ahh… I-it won’t fit in me!” she whimpered, feeling the beast’s girth as he chuckled.
“You don’t think so? I guess Ichigo must be pretty tiny in comparison,” he joked, and the orange-haired woman blushed as he reached into his clothes and pulled out a small phone from this world.
“W-what are you doing?” she asked, lifting her head up to watch him press on the device.
“I’m just giving something to my audience back in the Soul Society. I like to record myself helping young ladies like you, and my audience enjoys watching.”
“Young?” Orihime blinked, blushing at the simple word. She smiled at it, having been longing to hear such a compliment, only to blink. “W-wait, y-you mean you’re going to livestream us? Yushiro, you can’t, I-”
“Don’t worry, Orihime. Rangiku’s part of the audience. Momo, even Unohana.” Orihime blinked. She knew and trusted each of those women. “You trust them all, right?”
“O-of course.”
“Women just like them make up a large part of the audience. I’ve helped them just like I’m going to help you. They want to see this, Orihime. You don’t want to disappoint them, do you?”
“N-no. Of course not,” she replied, shaking her head. Her eyes stared at him, before glancing back at his phone. Her eyes bounced back and forth, before she muttered something barely caught by Yushiro’s hearing.
“But… but if you’re going to live stream this, s-shouldn’t I dress up into something… nicer?”
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Either Orihime was nowhere near as innocent as she let on, or she just knew what Yushiro wanted. Either way, the young man couldn’t believe the sight before him as he looked at Orihime. The older woman had asked him to look away while she changed, which annoyed him slightly, but now… now she looked so fucking sexy, he was glad he waited.
The sexy older woman was wearing a pink sling bikini that failed to hold her large tits and delicious curves. The V of cloth couldn’t even cover her nipples as her breasts jiggled slightly. That wasn’t all, though.
Orihime blushed as she stared at him, dragging a tube of pink lipstick along her lips. The pink was sparkling in the dim light of the room, leaving her lips with a beautiful shimmer as Yushiro stared at her.
She popped her lips, before putting the lipstick down on her nightstand. She was still red, panting as her chest rose and fell.
Yushiro glanced down at her crotch, smiling at how her pussy juices slid down her inner thighs. He then looked up at her as she eyed him, crossing her arms and lifting her tits up slightly.
“D-do I look good?” she asked, meekly.
The young man answered by taking off his clothes, revealing his comically large, especially compared to his short height, cock. It was over twenty inches, and as thick as her arm, and she gasped at the sight, her already red face turning even brighter.
Seeing it sent something through her. She was already falling, corrupted by his whispering words and smiling glances, but now… now she was all in. It was the fat, huge cock that broke the woman’s mind.
She was going to give herself to him, but she had no idea that she was going to end up being his pregnant, personal cum dump. His slave.
Had she known, she would welcome it.
“Hold on. There’s one last thing you need before we start.” Yushiro walked around her, picking up the lipstick she had used, and when she turned to face him all the way, he spanked her. “Eyes forward.”
Orihime jumped at the smack, but obeyed, keeping her ass towards him as he crouched down and began to write on her ass with her lipstick. It bright, pink, shimmering letters, he began to write the word ‘Yushiro’s Blackened MILF.’
He then turned her around and wrote on her tits next. ‘Slut’ on one boob, ‘Whore’ on another, followed by ‘Yushiro’s’ on her flat tummy. Afterwards, he dropped the empty tube to the ground, grabbed Orihime’s hair, and pulled her down into another kiss.
His tongue plunged into her mouth and she eagerly sucked on it, moaning against his lips until he suddenly pushed her onto the bed. With no more waiting or foreplay, he got on top of her and slammed his cock into her cunt.
It hurt like hell for only a few moments until Orihime moaned loudly. It still hurt, but soon pleasure was beginning to flow along with it, hitting her like lightning every time he slammed into her. He held her by her hips, pounding her cunt as her tongue hung out of her mouth.
She licked the air as his cock pulled back, and then shot forward again. She cried out as it filled her, already going deeper than Ichigo’s ever did. Orihime, the sweet, almost innocent soul was mewling with pleasure, throwing her head back as every thrust pounded more and more of his cock into her.
The bed was shaking under them as Orihime cried out. “Oooh, oh fuck, fuck, Yushiro, y-your cock is so fucking huge!” she howled, and he grinned as he quickened his pace. He kissed her lips, and she moaned, sucking on his tongue again as his saliva coated the inside of her mouth.
Her pussy squeezed his shaft, tightening around it. Her pussy spasmed, tightening again and again as Yushiro got closer to filling her entirely with his cock. Orihime’s legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, and letting their moans meld together as his balls pressed against her.
Their cries were muffled with each other’s lips. Yushiro tasted the pink, strawberry-flavored lipstick on her lips and he savored the taste of another broken slut. Not just any slut, though. He could already tell Orihime was going to be one of his main bitches. The older woman’s huge knockers were pressed against his chest, and her pussy was squeezing his cock, tightening around it as her muffled voice filled his mind.
He broke the kiss and whispered and whispered into her ear. “How’s my cock compared to Ichigo’s?” he asked. When she didn’t answer, he frowned and he began to slowly pull out of her.
Her sin was thrown right in Orihime’s face, she should have felt shame, and for a moment, she did, but when she felt how empty she was without his cock, she whined and gave in. “Y-your cock is better! It’s bigger! I-it’s so much better, please, put it back in, please, Master!”
The young man laughed, before he gave her what she wanted, stuffing his cock back into her until the tip of his cock was kissing the entrance to her womb. Orihime threw her head back, eyes rolling into her skull as she arched her back.
Every last inch of his cock was inside of her. Tears flowed down her face as her mind tried to comprehend the pleasure. She wasn’t sure what to do as her womanhood spasmed, squeezing and releasing and quivering around the member inside of her.
Pleasure shot through her body like a storm. Her skin felt like it was on fire. Her brain melted between her ears. Then Yushiro pulled his hips back and began to really fuck the soft, buxom bitch.
The bed was rocked back and forth, springs groaning under them. The bed banged against the wall, shaking the entire house it felt like as Orihime placed her hands on Yushiro’s cheeks and kissed him again. Again and again, leaving bright, sparkly marks on his face. She dragged her tongue on his skin, tasting the sweat on him as his cock throbbed inside of her.
His penis was so big. It reached deep inside of her, stretching her cunt. It sent waves of pleasure through her, hitting her entire body again and again like a hammer. Her pussy juices coated his shaft and spilled onto the bed
Suddenly he pulled away, and Orihime whined as his cock slipped out of her. “Beg for it. Tell me how badly you want it.”
“I-I love you!” The words slipped out. Yushiro grinned when he heard them, looking down on the big-titted slut as she groped her tits and played with them for him. “I love you, I want you, I-” She glanced at her ring, the one Ichigo gave her, and without a second thought, she pulled it off and held it up to him.
He took it, looking it over, before he casually tossed it behind him. It fell, forgotten by both as he kissed her once more, pushing his tongue into her mouth as she wrapped her arms around him. The two parted, only so Yushiro could fuck her doggy style.
Orihime was on all four, shaking her as Yushiro shoved his cock into her, pounding her cunt again and again. The bed continued to rock as she screamed in pleasure, squeezing his cock as her arms struggled to keep her up.
He grabbed onto her hair, pulling on it, directing her face towards the camera. Rangiku, Unohana, and so many others could see Orihime’s bouncing tits and fucked silly face. They watched as her once innocent voice cried out…
“Ah, ahh! I-I’m gonna cum! I’m going to cum, Master!”
“Cum for your slut, Orihime! Look in the camera and tell everyone who owns you!”
“Y-Yushiro! Y-you own me! You o-ohh-own-ahhh!” Her scream filled the room as she came, pussy tightening around his cock as he unloaded a geyser shot of cum deep into her pussy. His cum flooded her womanhood, no doubt impregnating her as she came to an explosive orgasm.
Her eyes rolled into her skull as her arms gave out. She fell onto a pillow, drooling onto it as his cum filled her, soon dripping out of her cunt as he released her hair. He smiled at the sight, pulling his cock out of her slowly, letting more of his semen gush out.
Yushiro picked up Orihime, letting her face stare into the camera just a few inches from her face.
“What about Ichigo, your husband?” he asked.
“D-don’t… don’t care. Want… Want you, Master,” she muttered, gasping for air as Yushiro chuckled. He leaned in and kissed her lips, and she pressed her lips against his, rubbing her smudged lipstick against his ebony skin.
“I love you, she moaned between kisses as his tongue tasted her sweet saliva.
Comments
Excalibur
We will see. Only time will tell. :)
Bert Torres
Is there going to be more chapters
