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Putting Ichigo to Work	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 4215 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘BLEACH’ nor do I make money off of this fic.

Chapter List
- 1-To Punish
- 2-Broken
- 1
- 2
WARNING: MALE PEGGING
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Ichigo had become unsure about his job. Business was booming, and things had definitely changed on the worksites. Ikumi-san remained a slave driver with certain motherly qualities that subconsciously drew him to her, and that was okay – somehow. But it was the sexual harassment that bothered him; the subtle ‘Good work!’ spanks that had now turned into full-palm grasping, the passing crotch-grabs, pushing his face between her breasts when she was rebuking him. He had thought about bringing it up and sharing his discomfort with her, but he’d get a vibe that she’d subvert him again…
And it wasn’t like he could get advice elsewhere. If word got out that he was submissive to his boss – who was a mother on top of a woman! – the thugs and delinquents who preyed on him already would be stacked with new ammunition, flinging his shame at every showdown. Even without particularly humiliating details… He could imagine the response of Keigo if he was told: What?! You’re complaining about having sex with your MILF of a boss?! Are you crazy?!
Though, right now, Ichigo wasn’t so sure he would complain. The frequent afterwork blowjobs were a great perk after yielding to her. He held the edge of her desk behind him, breathing out shakily as her mouth moved back and forth over his erection. She told him often that she hadn’t done this since Kaoru’s father, but she must’ve acquired a great talent for it. And he really couldn’t object whenever she shuffled down his pants and boxers to his knees. It really did feel incredible!...
But for the wayward finger that curved underneath him and pressed at his button, almost as if warning, almost as if reminding. She’d press, but never invade. The threat of it, though, made his stomach quiver and his spine ice over. The blowjob against the fingertip pressing against his ass; it was a frightful dilemma. He found it best not to hold off and just go with the flow as quickly as possible. Better when they would have sex on the couch, when he would spoon her and she’d guide him into her body as she raised her leg high for easier access. For a woman who switched to a doting mom at the drop of a hat, he had learned that she had a filthy mouth and a mind full of filthy kinks.
“Would you like me to fuck you in front of the girls at school, Ichigo-chan?”
“Did you enjoy how hard I fucked you, Ichigo-chan?”
“Ichigo-chan, would you like me to put on the strap-on next time?”
Ichigo hated how quickly he came when she spouted that filth to him, putting vulgar images in his mind. For the sake of his sexuality and masculinity, he denied liking it when she had straddled him with her faux phallus and taken his anal virginity. What he could not deny unfortunately, was that he produced less of an ejaculation in every subsequent encounter than that fateful night, right now included.
Ikumi grunted and held fast to his groin as he began to twitch and fill her mouth. He listened to her throat gulp down everything, trying to ignore how her middle finger was shoving harder against his asshole than before. “Dammit,” he swore under his breath, tilting his head back and flexing his muscles to pump out the remainder onto Ikumi-san’s tongue. His own hand came around, cradling the back of her head so that she would not lose a drop and hadn’t a chance to torture him. His cock was a vulnerable staff of nerves after ejaculation, and Ikumi exploited that fact often to the point where Ichigo would dig his teeth into his bottom lip to the point where he’d almost depart a section of flesh if only to keep from crying out for mercy.
But Ikumi must not have been in the mood or knew that she must hurry, or else Kaoru the brat would wander in looking for her. He felt his load slosh around his cock in her mouth. It wasn’t going anywhere; not down to her stomach or out to the floor. He hadn’t the strength to retain her, or rather, his weight was slumping and one hand was not enough to brace him. Her oral doting was incredible, no doubt about it… and her retribution was swift. She had lifted from her knees innocently enough; so innocently that Ichigo was not expecting her to throw her mouth against him. And when his lips parted just slightly, the wash of cum flushed in, stinging his tongue with bitterness and burning his throat when he was forced to swallow. Ikumi had no intention of sharing the treat. It was all his to enjoy. She went so far as to squeeze his cheeks, dislodging his lips enough so that she could spit the last drops in.
“Do you like it?” she jeered with that devil smirk of hers. Before he could retort in any way, her fingers stuck through his lips, pressing all the way to his uvula. He gagged and coughed around her hand, and she told him to handle it.
With tears cracking out the sides of his screw-shut eyes, Ichigo could not say he liked it at all. Ikumi was so very rough with him. The moments she was tender always conflicted with an instinctual fear of her.
“Be on time tomorrow,” she said, nearly throwing him out the door when she was done finger-fucking his mouth, “or you’ll be sorry.” He turned to her and saw that smirk still just before ‘Unagiya Shop’ slapped in his face.
ccc The next day ccc
“You think you can just show up whenever you want?! After I got everything ready?!” Riruka fussed, fists pointed at the floor at the ends of stiff arms. Puffs of steam were almost visible, clouding around her fluffy hat.
“You just brought a dollhouse again,” drawled Ginjo at the rim of his next glass of alcohol. “It isn’t that big of a deal.” He drank deep around the ice when Riruka’s rant turned briefly to him.
But Ichigo remained firm at the doorway of Xcution. He didn’t feel particularly happy delivering the news that he could not be beckoned at a moment’s notice anymore. “I have a life to work with too,” he countered when Riruka challenged his commitment to Xcution.
“Hmph! Who do you think you are? Xcution is your life now!” Riruka turned away and waited for him to agree with her and beg forgiveness.
Of course, that isn’t what happened. Instead, he just sighed heavily and turned his eyes off to the side. “I have… responsibilities. And my job…”
“What do you need a job for?” Riruka shot out, shoving an indignant finger to the boy gaming on the couch. “He pays for everything.”
Yukio took a moment from his game to leer over at her. “Don’t talk about me like I’m a credit card.”
“This is a waste of time,” Jackie said to Ginjo, clearly irked by Ichigo’s revelation. She waved him off. “He is just playing around here. He’s not taking it seriously!” Ginjo just turned and told Giriko to refill his glass.
“Ichigo-san has an obligation to us, bound through a contract,” the old man observed to put in his equal thought, all the while pouring Ginjo’s drink with pleasant elegance.
And his siding with Riruka made her puff out her chest and laugh victoriously. “See?! You can’t just…”
“Of course,” Giriko went on, now cupping his chin, “one must always see to personal obligations first in order to commit fully to a contract…”
“Shut up, Giriko!” seethed Riruka, whipping angrily to him, switching her tune on a dime.
“I’m not saying I don’t want to help,” Ichigo groaned loudly, rubbing his head, already feeling a headache caused by Riruka’s constant nagging. Jackie was one thing, but he could convince her through action; Riruka seemed the type to whine and kick until she got her way. A princess type…
“Fine, do what you want,” Riruka suddenly said aloofly, turning away and bringing Ichigo’s attention back to her. “But before you go, I’ll tell you one thing…”
BLIP! The little heart stamp patched onto his shirt before he could react. “Ah!” He gave a start, but it was too late.
“I permit you~” Riruka taunted, transferring him with her unique powers.
And before he knew it, Ichigo was miniaturized and surrounded by plush animals. Mr. Pork led the gang of chickens, gorillas, giraffes and the rest of the zoo. And appearing above it all from the removed roof was Riruka’s pleased face. “Beat them all, and then you can go to that job you love so much~”
“Damn you!” screamed Ichigo, stomping his feet and waving his fists. “Let me out!”
The roof was returned in place, for Riruka would not negotiate.
ccc Hours laterccc
Ikumi was facing the clock ponderously. Six hours late… Maybe she could have forgiven a few minutes; she was a mother and had that leniency for him. But hours? He stood her up for hours?!
“Hmph! Ichigo-chan, if I didn’t know better…” The worker lifted her cap from the desk and situated it atop her head. The rim shaded her eyes from the office light, yet they gleamed wickedly above her sharp teeth. “… I’d say you wanted to be punished.”
At once, her dark and malevolent tone switched sweetly as she called into her apartment, “Kaoru~chan~! Mommy’s gonna go look for Ichigo-chan! I won’t be long~!”
To which, Kaoru called back from the couch in front of tonight’s episode of ‘Drop-In’: “I hope he got lost and fell in the river.”
ccc Xcution ccc
“Where is she?!” Ichigo had pulverized the box and all within to escape. Now a heap of befuddled fatties – Mr. Pork’s crew – lay in a daze, perplexed by what had just happened to them and wondering if they were going to get paid. Ichigo stormed this way, and stamped that way, wanting to give Riruka a piece of his mind, but the whole base seemed deserted but for Yukio and Giriko.
“She’s not here. She’s next door,” Yukio said dully with a point in the right direction. “But I’d advise you to skip it. It’s not worth telling her anything when she’s too stupid to understand it.” He shrugged, feeling good about giving some semblance of help, and rewarded himself with another gaming marathon.
“The others are already gone,” Giriko said while prepping tomorrow’s breakfast for whomever wished it. “Jackie-san has a home to maintain, and I closed the bar to Ginjo-kun.”
Ichigo tsked, but felt a bit too rundown to do anything about it. Though disinterested, Yukio had given good advice. Let it go. Rest and let the night end. Ichigo intended to do just that, muttering his intentions to the two left in Xcution before heading down alone and preparing for the long hike home. What would Yukio and Giriko do about the stock of witless thugs, though? Again, he rolled his eyes and gave the matter no more thought. It wasn’t his problem tonight.
What was his problem though, was the prowler who lunged from the dark outside the streetlight, catching his wrists behind his back and subverting him to a knee. He shouted out in pain, his arms twisting hard at the shoulder. Just what punk thought this would be a good idea?
“I found you, Ichigo~chan~”
His blood chilled. He turned mechanically, looking up to the shaded grin of his sadistic boss. “I-Ikumi-san?”
“Hn!” She forced her sneering smile to his face and yanked hard at the inside of his cheek with a crooked finger. “It’s Ikumi-sama tonight.”
ccc Up a few floorsccc
“Ha! Hn! Uh! Ah-ah! Stupid! Idiot!” Riruka lay facedown on her bed, naked butt struck high in the air where it was easiest to drive a phallus into her sloppy cunt. The phallus in question was a carrot-styled dildo with a pair of scowled eyes and a mouth beneath the green crop of leaves that resembled a mess of spiky hair. This carrot had been given the name ‘Strawberry’. And Strawberry did his messy work inside the lovely magenta-haired Fullbringer’s cunt, working in the rhythm of her own hand.
Riruka bit into the pink comforter of her bed with eyes tightly shut. If she shut them tight enough, she could very easily imagine the real Strawberry, muscling her onto the bed and giving her pussy the pounding she wanted, fucking her as she instructed him to. Deeper, you idiot! She jammed the carrot harder. Don’t you know how to fuck right?! Do I need to show you how?! That musclebound idiot and his violent ways! She was close to cumming, thinking of how she could make him beg on all fours like a mutt!
Her knees dug into the mattress as the climax was upon her. “Ah! Yes!!” She worked the vegetable in her garden again and again until…
“Hey! Let go!”
“Quiet down, and we can get this over with!”
“You even sound like a kidnapper-mmph!”
There was a struggle outside; a loud, disrupting struggle, one that included the roar of a van and the thudding of a body against it.
Riruka was never one to share her time with anyone or anything. Hearing the ruckus outside sliced through her spiked orgasm’s moment and it was lost. And that was reprehensible!
She sat up at once, losing all but the leaves of her carrot inside of her. The straps of her outfit had been disheveled so that a pert tit could pop out for her fondling. Now it just wobbled and swayed, pink center hard but untouched as Riruka stormed outside. She stomped through the door and went to the outside banister to look down at the street. “What’s all that about?! I was nearly ther…” She trailed off, realizing that it was the real Strawberry who had been the male’s voice in the argument; him and some… busty gorilla of a woman. Gorilla in manner and that she was larger than Riruka; other than that, if she was unbiased, Riruka could say that she had feminine qualities.
It was dark, and without her glasses, Riruka had to strain her eyes to really see the clamor. But it was clear that, by the end of the apparent struggle, Ichigo’s arms and hands had been taped behind his back, a gag – a specific kind of gag – had wedged into his mouth, and his ass was possessively grabbed by gorilla woman.
“Now come with me back to the office,” said gorilla woman before hoisting helpless Ichigo into the van. “And I’ll teach your ass a lesson the Unagiya way.” The van door swung closed like the gates of doom.
And Riruka pondered for a moment, for she had heard Unagiya before…
ccc Unagiya officeccc
Ichigo had tumbled through the back of the wild ride back with the toolboxes and assortment of supplies a woman of Ikumi’s trade might need. Plant food, mouse traps and panting canvases; just a wide variety of things to knock into a bruise him. He was almost thankful when the tires screeched to a stop, but that was only seconds before Ikumi retrieved him. He held on to the flimsy hope that she might forget about him; she sometimes did that when heated.
But this was a different kind of heated.
He was reminded of the first time she had come to drag him back to work. She had hoisted him like a satchel over a shoulder and carried him up the stairs herself without a break in stride. She did the same now, but with more glee in her grin.
“It almost seems like you’re testing me on purpose, Ichigo-chan,” she crowed on the ascent, and then patted his bottom teasingly. “Well, you’ll see that I wasn’t bluffing.”
His protests, whining and curses were all jumbled into that same kind of noise blocked by the effective ball gag. If he had an excuse for leaving Ikumi and prestigious Unagiya work hanging, she would not even bother to listen. She trumped all other goings-on in his life, and she would make sure he would not soon forget that.
Though he made a jolt and a complaint, he knew his pants would be the first thing to go… Well, those and his underwear. She was fond of smacking his cock and his balls. She wouldn’t be surprised to find the unwelcomed erection that had fought against his anxiety, but she acted like it shouldn’t have been there when she uncovered it. “Hmph! What’s this doing here?” She grabbed it by the root and tugged hard enough to bring Ichigo forward a few steps. He stopped only by relying on her sturdy form, though he knew that didn’t bode well, no matter how gently she had started to stroke his cock to full erection. “Did you think you could come here and expect a reward?”
She suddenly caught his chin with that hand that had been stroking him and took him to her face; her deep, leering face. “Well, I dohave a kind of reward for you.”
Ichigo, of course, knew better than to think that it was an actual reward or anything good for that matter; least of all when his cock was turned away from Ikumi and he was unfriendlily heaved across the table to present his posterior.
It had come. The time of reckoning. The moment Ikumi-san reminded him why he had become so faithful to her as of late. The blowjobs and fucking her outright on the couch were shameful perks, he would admit, but what made his balls tighten painfully was the dread of her threat.
“Ikumi-san!” She made that out, at least, of all the stifled pleas that bunched up behind the red ball. She eyed him from across the desk, blindly but methodically reaching into the bottom drawer… the drawer she kept locked for special occasions. “If you think it’s going to be the same as last time, you’re wrong,” she crooned, and brought a small, squat jar from the drawer. Something to lubricate, no doubt. Ichigo floundered away, but fell to the floor in his ambling.
Before he could try the inchworm method of escape, his cheek was beneath Ikumi’s foot. Thank goodness she’d kicked her boots off at the door, but it was still uncomfortable. “And I thought I told you it would be ‘Ikumi-sama’ tonight.” He writhed beneath her, but she ignored and went to work on his ass. He had a nice one, and she complimented him on that. All that muscle-building had trimmed the fat and gave him a finely-sculpted and taut butt, though her intentions lay between the cheeks.
Ichigo tensed, his neck stretching and straining as his face glowed pink when the warm wetness slid over his hole. Ikumi-san – or -sama – was very liberal with spreading the jelly. He heard her scoop an abundance out on two fingers; a loud squelch! that did not provoke a shiver like the one that followed when his anus took the weight of it. She slathered it on messily, and when he felt how easily two fingers dipped into his tight hole, his belly chilled over.
“Do you like it, Ichigo-chan?” she purred. She sounded sexy, but malicious; a dominatrix disguised as a mother. As if to give him some respite from the pumping in his asshole, she applied the slick lube to his hanging balls and then to the reaching branch. Two fingers going into him, and a hand jerking his cock slowly; when she pressed in deeper, touching that very particular spot in men, he arched deep and groaned. His cock twitched warily and spat a clear bit of pre-cum onto the floor. That earned his over-enthused cock a hardy slap.
Her digits slipped out of him with a satisfying slide, but his hole did not close up quickly. Ichigo relaxed a bit, if only for the moment, but he knew she was far from done with him. And soon enough, the toy of the hour came to his line of sight, making his eyes widen. The ball gag could not have stifled his speech more than his own dread and shock when Ikumi presented a new pink strap-on dildo, twice the girth of the previous one and several inches longer!
“I got it right after the first time,” she told him, and planted a much-too-gentle kiss on the right cheek of his butt. “I knew the old one wouldn’t be enough if you were going to learn.”
Ichigo moved mechanically when Ikumi hoisted him to his feet. Once again, he was bent over the desk, face planted on papers, but he didn’t struggle. He felt muddled, like he was in a fog of a dream, like this wasn’t real. But his cock hurt. It hurt so much from how hard it was, and his balls ached from being swollen. She emptied him only yesterday, but that did not matter now. He felt filled to the brim and couldn’t catch his breath. He only listened to the shuffle of Ikumi-sama removing her pants and panties, and then the clinking and creaking of the leather harness and links fitting tightly about her waist.
Then he arched his back when her hands were on him, holding his waist firm. “This will hurt at first, Ichigo-chan,” she teased, leaning across his body so he could feel the weight of her holding him down. Her tongue lapped outside his ear. “But you’ll like it.” Her whisper ended with a painful bite.
He doubted her promise and braced for impact. It came slowly after one hand drifted away from his hip; obviously guiding the pink, chubby phallus to its small target. He felt the blunt tip soon enough, inhaled deep, and held on. His taped-up hands curled into tight fists. He knew his body should relax; he learned that much from the first time, but the tension and anticipation was prolonged, and he couldn’t exhale.
Ikumi pressed her faux cock inward, grunting softly as Ichigo’s resistance held against her advance. She should be impressed, but anyone would have trouble taking this thing in! She said something – “Relax” – and Ichigo did the exact opposite. The gel around his entrance did little at first, but when Ikumi’s insistence grew, Ichigo’s barrier was breached.
“Mmph!!” Ichigo cringed, his teeth biting into the red ball. Either he would chomp off a good chunk of it, or his teeth would break. He never imagined himself being able to open so wide, but Ikumi showed him his own possibilities. Instinctively, his feet separated from each other to help the passage, his balls dangling low from their apex.
“See?” wheezed the shop owner, flushed herself and perspiring across her brow. The sight of his ring of muscle stretched so wide around her synthetic penis gave her a thrill. Beneath her shirt, her brown nipples puckered to fat nubs and her pussy was already salivating around the harness and down the insides of her thighs. “You can handle it.”
No, I can’t! screamed Ichigo’s mind, but his body did the exact opposite because it was forced to. The dildo dug up his crack, stretching new territory to its max. He rose onto his tiptoes to escape the sting, but Ikumi relentlessly dragged him back down to her pelvis with a sustained and heavy exhale, as if she could feel his passageway massaging her fake organ.
Once she had descended into him all the way, coming together with him like a clicking piece of a machine, a hand strolled leisurely around his waist to find his swollen cock. The veins running along its underside pouted, engorged with his spiteful desire. She coddled that desire with a soft stroke, which set off a misfire of pre-cum; she nearly believed that she had triggered his actual ejaculation, so she pulled away fast. His punishment shouldn’t come with too much relief. But the clear fluid indicated a dud release, though it made a mess regardless across her desk and papers. It actually aroused her more. She took the remaining dollop of infertile ejaculate from his cockhead – it twitched pleadingly in response to her touch, but was shunned – and spread the gooey string between her fingers in front of his drooping eyes. He tried not to look, but could not bring himself to move; difficult enough just to stay in place while Ikumi rutted his taut ass.
“You like this more than you think,” she purred behind his ear, and then bit roughly at its lobe. Ichigo’s throat vibrated with a sound of pain that didn’t quite make it through the ball, but his hips drove forward involuntarily, thighs smacking hard enough against the desk to push it an inch with a screech!
His balls were caught in her fist then; a tight vise of warning that stilled his erratic behavior, though not his bated, nasal breathing. “Careful, Ichigo-chan. I don’t want you to make too much noise and wake up Kaoru-chan.” She rolled his balls as if meaning to squish them; thankfully, her grip did not tighten.
Ichigo’s head bowed from either weakness or submission. Either way, it was enough for Ikumi to let go of his balls and grip his hips to begin her work. The gel she had spread across his hole was noisy; a deep schlop! whenever she dug into him. He tried to suppress his own reactions – from jerking to moaning – but it was harder and harder to do so when it seem that every push into him was intended to elicit a reaction from him. And while the jelly did its job alleviating the burn of friction, it was the burden of her girth that pressured him. It hurt to feel that rod jamming up his only channel, though the grind against his prostate had started to work its magic. Every rub against that spot sent his cock into convulsions, straining almost, reaching further than he ever thought possible. Looking down at it bobbing underneath him, he almost swore that it had pushed out another inch. And from its head, it bled pre-cum, sloshing down or dangling over his boss’ desk. He wanted to cum… He wanted it so badly… and he wanted Ikumi-san to praise him for it.
“Mmf!” His head dropped, his whole body trembling. His legs had not shivered like this since Aizen evolved from his chrysalis stage. Ikumi whispered to him, but her voice was just a drone amongst the crashing of pleasure. Against her will, he arced his hips again, shoving his erection to some phantom space to grind and plant his seed.
His passion brought a haughty grin and a laugh from Ikumi. “I told you you’d enjoy it,” she smirked. “How do you like this?” She shoved in deep after a long pull away, and Ichigo’s response met the ball between his teeth. Trusting the durability of the one worthy to represent the title of Unagiya employee, she went at his ass in full abandon, grunting to herself as she rammed him harder and harder, beating his pert cheeks red with her waist. Oh, how she felt a void in her own loins. She’d like Ichigo to plant his pent-up seed inside of her womb, not waste it making a mess.
She leered, for there were other things to share with Ichigo for his punishment. A huge strap-on was not the only thing she took from her drawer, after all. If that was it, he’d surely try her patience even more to get his hidden desires sated by her.
She stopped all at once, flipping through the strap of his ball gag so that it loosened and dropped from his mouth to the desk, and forced him to turn back to kiss her. A strong hand on his throat made him sound like she was choking him – and maybe she did for a moment, just to excite him more – but it was the other hand that shifted with more wicked intentions. And Ichigo soon found out what they were when a tight, silicon ring rolled over his tip, painfully ceasing circulation of blood until it held him at the base of his cock; from there, she needed both hands to work his balls through the elastic circle, securing his payload until she saw fit to relieve him.
“Ikumi-san!” He really did sound like he was choking now, like the stopper had been rigged around his neck rather than his loins.
THUMP!! In the span of a second, Ikumi had caught Ichigo under his leg and hurled him up onto the desktop, sending papers over the sides while she appropriated him to her needs. His legs splay open around her, fencing her within them. His balls, tight already, had been lifted by the encompassing silicon cock ring; his genitalia felt and looked like it would erupt. And to top off the sight was her cock buried deep in his bottom, with no way to unroot it.
“You won’t cum until I let you, Ichigo-chan,” she jeered at him with that wolfish smile. And as the look of panic wettened his face, his mouth hissed with unfettered pain and pleasure as she began to pound her hips into his ass again. Smartly, he kept his voice as restricted as possible; she had set the rules on volume, and he did not want to imagine the punishment in store should he disobey, willfully or otherwise…
Ikumi bit into his calf, stifling a whimper of her own. Ichigo-chan’s cock was so wonderfully swollen by this point, reddened and enflamed. What oaths he would not give for her to undo the ring…
She snatched his wanting cock and began to jerk it splendidly, its surface shiny with the overflow of pre-cum that the ring brought to the surface. “I can do this all I want now, Ichigo-chan,” she warned him, giving him full, long strokes, or short, fast pumps; either method would have had him cumming in seconds in other circumstances. She hadn’t even removed her top, yet he was ogling her like she was naked. Such a green schoolboy; she bit his leg again.
“Ikumi-san!” he said, his voice a strangled cry. “I can’t…! I’ll burst!”
“I don’t need to do anything for you,” she told him. “You haven’t earned it, Ichigo-chan.” Her stare hardened when she stole his hips and yanked him into a plentiful series of thrusts. His neck flexed as he suppressed his cry. All the while, his cock surged and tried to find space to eject its pained balls.
“I’m sorry,” the words were wrenched from his throat, shattering his pride as a man. “Please, Ikumi-sama! Let me…!” His hips took a life of their own, resisting his own willpower to buck and flop with her working shaft.
Ikumi, heated herself, knowing that a touch alone could set her off, removed the tape binding Ichigo’s arms before she stepped back, voiding Ichigo’s hole from her artificial cock, and immediately caught him bridal style in her arms. The teen – larger than her – was hefted with ease to the couch, where she deposited him on one side and occupied the other herself.
Ridden with sweat, flushed and out of breath, Ichigo watched his caught cock, choking on the ring, engorged to the extreme. He nearly made the mistake of grabbing it to suit his desires, or maybe if Ikumi hadn’t been so swift, he might have. But before he could make a poor judgement and act on his own, his boss reclined, slanting slightly in her seat while watching him. “What are you waiting for, Ichigo-chan?” She righted her floppy cock, pointing straight up.
Ichigo regarded the offending phallus with a gulp. “Ikumi-san,” he started, but she grabbed his chin, turning him to face her directly.
“It’s still Ikumi-sama, Ichigo-chan,” she reprimanded him in a maternal way. “In fact, that’s what you’ll be calling me from now on whenever it’s just the two of us. Another thing that’s going to change is that I’ll be making use of this big boy,” she emphasized while lathering up the dildo with lube brought in her pocket, “a lot in our sexual activities from now on, seeing as that asshole of yours is able to take its entire girth, and clearly enjoys doing so. Now then, Ichigo-chan.” Ikumi sighed as rested her arms up on the back and spread her legs with the dildo sticking straight up before shooting an expectant look at Ichigo with a shark’s smile.
“Get on.”
Ichigo could only stare at his boss in wide-eyed disbelief. He didn’t think he had it in him to actually resign to her whims in such a way. But then there was his cock, bobbing heavily with every motion and breath. He held until a raised eyebrow on her part caused him to swallow, prompting him to crawl over to Ikumi-sama’s lap before he rested his knees on either side of her waist, and placed his hands on her shoulders to rise himself up. Ichigo felt the dildo that had already stretched his ass to new limits slide against his crack until the tip was aligned with his hole once more. He removed a hand to reach behind him and hold the toy in place, and with a shuddering exhale, he lowered himself down and forced his ass to slowly swallow Ikumi’s cock again. As he looked down, it dawned on Ichigo that his purpled dick surged on its own merit. When the flesh of his ass met her thighs, Ikumi’s smile widened, followed by her hands gripping Ichigo’s hips.
“Good boy, Ichigo-chan.”
He winced at the tone of her voice, and very quietly, very weakly, replied, “Thank you, Ikumi-sama…”
She let out a small, satisfied chortle and spanked his ass and told him to ride her. He felt sick to his stomach when he complied to her wishes. He cringed to the merciless hit, but began to grind his way up and down like a steam engine building speed. His hands kept to her shoulders for support; she helped only by lending stability to his unpracticed hips. “You like it, Ichigo-chan?” she breathed, looking down to see her pink phallus charging up under his impeded erection and balls.
Ichigo answered with an airy exhale. Every thrust down was a punch to his stomach and a hand to his throat, yet it brought a powerful surge that exploded in pleasure… but the explosion had no outlet. The ring kept all his ecstasy bottled up tightly and painfully. “Gah!” Ichigo’s clenched mouth came apart with a flourish of spittle before closing up again.
Unexpectedly, Ikumi’s hand wound around his aching erection and gave it a squeeze. The sensation of release unmet brought him to buckle, groaning and trembling and losing his poor rhythm. “How’s it feeling, Ichigo-chan? You want me to take this off?” She hooked a finger underneath the ring and stretched it to one side before letting it snap back around him.
“Huff! Huff! Please…!” he gave, and then made a demonstration of his commitment to her with three mighty thrusts. But he was not going to get anywhere with her unless he gave in to her. “Please, Ikumi-sama!” His voice rose and cracked in his desperation.
But Ikumi did not concede so easily. “You want so much, but give so little,” she teased, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and hoisting it up over her bosoms. No bra; just two massive breasts and brown nipples wobbling to the rhythm of his downward thrusting. “You’d also make a mess.” She leered pointedly at her own observation. “Would you take responsibility?”
Ichigo nodded. Whatever she meant, he would meet her expectations. Just please…! “Take it off,” he slobbered.
“Hmph! Very well.” She casually worked the silicon around his shaft. Already, she could feel the unstrapped tubes swell and contract and push. She lingered at the rim of his head, waiting for Ichigo to break – he did after a mere three seconds – and the second the loop came off, he began to hose her with his seed. Sticky ropes swinging at her, though the first jettison went well overhead, slapping the wall with a gooey hit. The rest, as she had predicted, made a serious mess of her, sticking to the undersides of her tits and stringing across her flat tummy. It took no touch at all to keep his spewing his cum across her body for nearly a minute; Ikumi wrapped her hand around him and rubbed vigorously – the leftover lube helping – to keep him going through the full minute. The whole time, she instructed him not to stop his riding, and he obeyed… frantically. He sobbed and shouted out his final satisfaction, ending with gratitude to his boss’ mercy. She was caught off guard herself when he fell over her, kissing at her mouth. She received it kindly, however, running her tongue into his mouth when his was offered.
But she did not let this show of affection last beyond her tolerance for it. She would not show weakness so early in the game and shoved him away, planting him entirely on her dildo again with a grimace from him. “Now, now, Ichigo-chan,” she cooed, waving a finger at him. “You made a mess and have to take responsibility for it.”
He obviously wasn’t in a sound set of mind to understand her meaning, but taking her semen-blotched hand to his mouth, he realized what was expected of him. Dazed in the head, he licked first, and then sucked each cum-covered finger until clean. “Good boy,” he was given praise. Bowing in half, he began to clean his boss… his mistress with his tongue, lapping up his release from her soft, pliable breasts. He seemed delighted in his mindless state when he had to swirl around her plump nipple to make a collection.
“Good boy, Ichigo-chan,” Ikumi whispered again, petting his head, imagining the possibilities in store for her freshly-trained employee. As he lapped her clean, she began to softly buck into his rear end again.
Just because he had ended did not mean the night was over…
As the two of them worked together to bounce Ichigo up and down Ikumi’s lap to fuck his ass with her toy again, neither noticed the break in the doorway, where a brown gaze peeked in beneath magenta hair.
Riruka fumed and fussed as she witnessed the debauched affair, her fury only compounded by how wet the sight made her. Who was this gorilla lady who thought she could take Riruka’s new plaything and make him into her own!? “Hmph!” She twirled around and stormed back to base. “I’ll have Giriko print out the pictures,” she grumbled loudly while waving her incriminating cellphone by her head, as if someone could hear the intent of her scheme to get Ichigo for herself.
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