I'm At Home And I Just Don't Belong

Rin resorted to selling herself to pay off a massive debt, and Saber joined in to help. Now, the girls are in the long-term service of a wealthy foreigner named Ramón, who wants two women to play the parts of his wife and his maid while he's in Japan for business. It's supposed to just be work, but more and more, the girls find themselves enjoying their play and enjoying what he does to them too much to keep their heads above the water.

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"I'm home, honey!" called the voice from down the hall. A booming and jovial call, just as excited as it had been the day before, then the days before that. Every day for a month now. Every time, as bold and as bright as could be. "Did you miss me?"

Stepping down the hall, Rin gave a soft wave. A shy wave, almost. On the inside, she still felt embarrassed. "I did miss you, my husband. I'm happy that you're home." She closed the distance between herself and her 'husband', who leaned down and pulled her into a kiss. A fierce and excitable kiss, the kind that left Rin all tense and frustrated with all of it. She took it, though, trying to stabilize herself in the face of this all.

Behind her, Saber stepped down the hall with her head up and a straight, rigid steadiness to her footsteps. "Welcome home, sir," she said, giving a polite bow, dressed in a white and black maid costume, one with a frilly headband and black stockings, the dress a bit shorter than she would have liked and with a frilly poofiness to it that seemed to actually make it more likely to end up flipped up or exposed in indecent ways instead of less. "I hope that you had a good day."

Standing in the doorway with a big smile on his face, Ramón was happy to give his wife's big ass a nice squeeze while he kissed her, taking a moment to answer his maid. "I had a fine day, and I'm having an even better one now that I'm home, I think." Six feet tall and change, Ramón was a sharply dressed and unsettlingly good natured black man, with his thick curls growing in a little bit more, probably in need of another shave, but he was letting it grow out as he got comfortable in the country.

"It's nice to have you back," Rin said, standing by his side and trying to fight the colour filling into her cheeks. "Saber is almost finished cooking dinner, so we'll be able to eat, and you can tell me all about your day." Holding the pose of a loving housewife left her chest tight and her head exhausted. This wasn't right. It was just about the worst fate she could have envisioned herself having. Rin was not a submissive and demure woman, not a 'traditional Japanese wife' in the fucking least. But for Ramón, she felt like she had to be.

After the Holy Grail War had come debt. A lot of debt. Rin's magecraft had run up a heavy debt. A toll that she should not have set herself up to have to pay from some organizations that sold her gems at a promise of returns when she paid them back. When they came knocking, Rin had no money, and her only real option was to turn to prostitution to whore her way to repaying that debt. It was the only way to fix this trouble. Saber had decided to help her friend, and the two of them sold their bodies to random men. It wasn't the best way out of it, but it was their only way out of it.

Then along came Ramón, a businessman from America who had come to work at the Japanese branch of the company for a few months. Wealthy, committed, with a good work ethic and a nice demeanor, but with no time to find romance. A man who traveled so often he couldn't possibly maintain a social life outside the confines of the office. That meant he was a man used to buying companionship, though usually not for long periods like this. With several months in Japan, he had an opportunity to hire the two girls, to rent them out for a few months to play the roles of wife and 'maid'. When he found out about Rin's situation he put a bit extra onto the payment, wrapping up the whole of her debt in one go and covering everything.

So now, all she had to do was live her way through a few months as something she wasn't.

"That's correct. Dinner is almost ready, I hope that you will both enjoy it." Saber gave a polite bow. She was playing a role too here, the sophisticated, proper Englishwoman and maid. It was a role she found herself enjoying more than she should have for a king playing at being a servant. And not the kind of servant that came with any glory to it.

"I'm sure I'll love it." Clapping a hand down over his stomach, Ramón laughed, "I'm starving. I'm not supposed to eat much during lunch meetings apparently, but I have an American appetite. Let's go sit down, I'll tell you all about my day, dear." He looped an arm around Rin, who nestled in against him and continued to play her part as the respectful Japanese wife, a traditional spot that left her deeply frustrated with everything about this.

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"So that's when Mrs. Takagi comes by looking for her husband, and I knew I had to stall for time and keep him from coming down to the lobby to answer her call, because if he saw the surprise we were planning for his birthday before it was done, everything was going to be ruined!" Ramón laughed his way through his story, gesturing with his fork and sending little bits and crumbs of the crust of his slice of steak pie everywhere across the table while he spoke. Ramón was a big man with big personality, content to laugh his way through just about everything.

"Oh no!" Rin squeaked, sitting upright but doing everything she could to signal interest in his story. She didn't really care, but that wasn't the point. "What did you do?"

"I raced up back up to the fourth floor. Had to take the stairs, because the elevators weren't coming fast enough, and when I got there, I didn't really know what to do. I should have thought about an excuse when I was running, so instead I just picked him up and started to carry him back into our office. Mr. Takagi is such a small man, he was easy to pick up."

Ruin offered a laugh while she stumbled around cluelessly with her fork. She wasn't sure exactly how to approach this kind of pie or how to eat it right, and she found herself mangling it to pieces more than anything. All of her focus was on Ramón and on trying to seem like the good wife, rather than anything else. "How do you like dinner, by the way?"

"Oh, it's so good! This is the kind of home cooking I couldn't live without. Great work, Saber."

Saber pulled hastily back from Ramón's cock and moaned, "I'm glad you like it, sir." Her hands pumped along the length of his impressive shaft while she knelt underneath the table, tending properly to her employer and his demands. Back down his cock she went, mouth open wide to accommodate his incredible girth. There was always something weird to have to deal with here, and she did what she could to handle all of it. Dinnertime meant sucking him off under the table. Every day. She was getting used to it, but it was harder than it felt.

That was thanks to just how big it was. Ramón's cock was unlike anything she had seen before, so long and so thick that it was always at least a little bit of a struggle to deal with it. She still remembered the first night he brought them home when she felt like she was going to break in two trying to take his cock for the first time. It was overwhelming, and each passing day it felt a bit easier, but not so much easier that she really knew exactly how to handle all of it. She just did her best to try and meet his efforts, struggling through all of it. Up and down her head bobbed, tending to the thick shaft and trying her best to deal with these wild satisfactions. It was all always a little bit easier said than done, throwing herself into deeper spectacle and weirdness, into the kinds of pleasure that just wouldn't let up.

But she was getting wetter. Her panties felt so damp, clinging to her mound while she sucked. All she was doing was sucking his cock, but that was forming enough of an intense rush to start lighting her up, inducing madder satisfactions that she felt like she just had to sink slowly into. She wasn't sure how to deal with these burning pressures and how quickly they got to her, but Saber felt like she needed to do her part to meet all these frustrations and satisfy him. That was her duty, after all.

Ramón, for his part, kept hands-off with the blowjob. He focused on eating and on talking with the woman playing the part of his wife. He wanted the companionship of someone to talk about his way with as much as he wanted someone to fuck, and he found relief in the satisfaction and delight of sharing in the moment together. He was always happy to feed more and more chat into the moment. But oh how his cock throbbed in her mouth. Saber was amazing, and he couldn't help but slip a, "You're doing great," as this all played on. He went back to explaining his work story to Rin.

As Ramón showed more and more signs of delight in having his cock sucked, Rin squirmed in her seat. It was indecent, almost irritating, but she never really knew how to respond to any of it. She just let it happen, accepting the weirdness and letting it slide while she sat there trying to deal with her own weird emotional complications. She and Shirou had briefly been an item, then he ran off adventuring and left her alone. Now, she was playing wife to a foreigner, prostituting herself. It was a weird plunge to take and one she remained frustrated with. And yet, with all this sex being thrown into her face, something snagged on her thoughts a little bit too intensely.

Saber's head bobbed confidently up and down, finding a good pace to keep up with all of this, pushing more confidently on and bringing him the sort of pleasure that had him throbbing harder in her mouth, barely holding on. She did her part to work through all of it, but the pressures had a way of getting weirder and hotter, pushing her into a state of dizzier fascination amid every chance she could take to try and work through all of it. So many weird and tense emotions built up inside of her, and her focus on the task before her was more and more of a double-edged sword, making her wetter and hungrier even if she didn't know that she wanted to be.

Her throat took it the hardest. She had to suck him down deeper. Had to take him as best she could. That was all bringing on the weirdness and frustrations that kept on coming, and there was so much to have to take here. She couldn't deal with it. Remembering their first night together all brought back thoughts of how she had turned into a wreck begging for more, too cock drunk to think while she mewled her way through being wrecked. Those were the sorts of things that came on stranger now.

Ramón didn't hold anything back. When he came, he was noisy as could be about it, throwing his head back and letting out a deeply satisfied groan, a sound of satisfaction and fire leaving him completely shameless about making a bold mess of this. His erupting cock pumped down Saber's throat, and his hand finally found the back of her head. "Be a proper lady now," he told her. Saber shook in frustration, but she accepted, being a 'proper lady' for Ramón and letting his cock erupt down her throat. She took every drop of his load, clenched up in obedience and accepting the feelings that swept madder across her body. She had to do it. This was her job. Saber drank down every bit of his cum and accepted her place for him.

Maybe she was a hazy mess, but she was a hazy mess who did her job.

When she was freed to pull back, Saber said, "Thank you, sir," and did everything in her power to seem composed and steady.

"Hope you enjoyed that meal," he laughed. "I've got some dessert for you."

"I would be happy to." Saber trembled, knowing full well what that meant.

Rin knew what it meant, too, and she braced herself for it. "I see," she said, rising up to her feet from the table and starting to pull her dress up. "You've worked so hard today, honey. You deserve it." Her legs shook a little bit. As Ramón rose up from his seat, she was faced with the sight of his huge, black cock glistening with Saber's spit. It made her knees weak a little bit. Just like Saber, she too had been rocked by his size on their first night and ended up so cock drunk she was begging for more. Now she was a bit more composed than that, sure, but what good was composure now?

Rin circled around the table while Ramón pushed his dishes to the side. She understood her role, and once her dress was puled up, she leaned over the table in front of him, showing off a lack of panties to cover up her puffy mound and her big ass. Rin was open t this, offering up her bottom-heavy backside to him and accepting that she really had no good idea how to resist all of this.

"I didn't know a Japanese girl could have an ass this phat," he teased, groping her cheeks and pulling his cock in between them. He decided on anal to match things behind him, as Saber sank to her knees and spread his cheeks apart. "Didn't think I'd find a cute British girl here, either."

"Wherever I am, I'm always happy to serve, sir." As Ramón pushed forward, Saber went with him. His cock sank into Rin's ass and her tongue sank into his, starting to rim him in a show of deference and obedience while they indulged post-dinner in something that had become all too familiar now.

"Ah, fuck," Rin whined. Damn it." She cursed and shook, briefly letting her demure wife schtick slip a little bit, unable to help herself under these fanatical pressures and all the wildest of demands they begged for her. "I mean--thank you, my love. Your cock feels amazing today. It's my honour to serve my foreign husband and make him happy."

Ramón offered up a big smile and confident thrusts pounding forward, moving with a persistent haste and a firm greed that couldn't be helped. There was a desire here too wild and insistent to be abler to resist, the throbbing pleasure that simply didn't let up as he got to work at thrusting deep into her. He pushed his way up her ass, filling her deep and stretching her loose. "I like it when I get that out of you," he teased.

The comment made her cheeks burn brighter, genuine embarrassment sweeping through Rin. She kept up the wife act not because he asked her to, but because it put some distance between them. She needed that distance to try and keep herself steady and to work through the madder pressures constantly building up inside of her. How else was she supposed to deal with all of this? "No, it's okay. I-I'm happy to help you. To help my black husband feel good. This is what foreign men like, right?"

"Yeah, foreign men love this," he groaned. "Not why I came to Japan, but it's nice." He looked over his shoulder. "A white woman eating my ass is something I could have had at home, but you're doing great, too."

"Thank you, sir." Saber's thighs were pressed tightly together while her tongue slithered and swirled around his rim, tending to his ass hole with all the pressure and frustration she could offer. This felt like too much, a frustrating shove into passions and tensions she just had to keep up with, struggling through deeper weirdness by the second. It was getting to her and getting the better of her, but she felt the insistent throb of chaos keeping her needing more, craving the clumsy pressure that she had no power now to fight. Sloppy kisses and slurps continued to prove her devotion to him through all the fire and frenzy this invited.

Happily in the middle of a big-assed Japanese girl and his proper, prim ass-eating Brit, Ramón felt damn good about indulging harder. The sweet satisfaction that took him exceeded every expectation he'd had of what he was buying when he rented their companionship, and his every deep stroke forward kept up a ferocious pace keeping everything wild and frenzied, too senseless and fierce to be able to resist, and he was happy to push for more of it, indulging deeper, satisfying his lustful hungers.

Struggling to squeal her way through getting her ass fucked, Rin felt way better than she wanted to feel, legs spread out and her spine arched back, a sweeping tension crashing upon her amid every deep and senseless stroke forward. It was a bit excessive and wicked, but she felt the insistence and chaos keeping her right on the spot, struggling through weirder passion and fascination, dealing with all of this as best she could but faltering under the chaos it granted her. Her ass received all this forceful attention, and all she could think about was the dizzy plunge down, the sweet fire and satisfaction that kept her giving up deeper. Nothing here was sane, but there she was, needing to give in to it, needing to fall deeper.

The mad, throbbing satisfaction was pushing RIn to give in. Anal orgasms always left her the most embarrassed, so needy and shaken, so hopeless under the weight of this, but she found herself giving up to it anyway, a shaky wreck happy to be pushed to the limit. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming, honey, it feels so good. Thank you for making me feel like this!" Dizzy, mad spectacle sent her over the edge, crashing hopelessly into beautiful satisfaction and relishing in the molten joy of letting it all go. She took it all on happily, aimless and hopeless and happy to be wrapped up in these satisfactions. Then came the howl of something a bit more true to Rin, a shriek of, "Flood my guts with your cum!" that she did not mean to let loose.

She regretted it immediately, trembling under the mad fire and pressure of such senseless satisfaction. She didn't want to feel this good, and as he pumped her ass full of cum, she didn't want to like it as much as she did, but it was unavoidable. Her moans were erratic and shaky, a rush of fire and frustration sending her hard over the edge. It was too much. It was too good. She felt weak and shaky, unraveling completely for him and wishing she had the focus to do anything but submit as deeply as she did. He grunted and bucked forward, making sure he pumped her absolutely full of cum to his fullest satisfaction before he finally pulled back.

Saber's tongue drew back from Ramón's ass hole, spit strands still connecting the two. She was dripping wet now, her own arousal having totally gotten the better of her. Why was sucking cock and eating ass getting her this hot? It didn't make a whole lot of sense to her, but it was impossible for her to ignore just how steeply she was sliding down into this. She was so weak. "I'm happy to help you two however you need."

"And you helped so well." Ramón groaned, pulling slowly out of Rin's ass and admiring how the cum began to drip out of her. "Feel good, honey?"

"Always," she said, forcing herself back into wife mode, but her voice was a bit too compromised for that. Anal wasn't supposed to feel this good, was it?

"I think I'm going to unwind a little bit, but I want to take a shower with you later."

"Of course," Rin said. "Enjoy yourself, honey." She slipped ack into his chair, rolled her head back, and tried to gather herself up. "This is just a job," she told herself when he was out of the room.

"Just a job," Saber agreed, rising up to excuse herself to the bathroom so she could deal with the raging ache between her legs away from prying eyes.

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Ramón was too big a man to really fit into the bath tubs. The company hadn't thought of that when they rented the house for him, which meant he was showers-only. That was fine by Ramón, and doubly so because it meant he could fit in both Rin and Saber with him in the shower every time, so that he could experience more decadence and attention.

Both girls had their bodies all soaped up so they could rub against him in addition to using washcloths to get to him. The press of bodies against his and the rubbing all overhits body helped keep him wound up and excitable, turning a shower into a lot more work than it otherwise could have been, but absolutely with a good sense of pure excitement now.

"We have to make sure every part of you is clean," Rin said, pressing her breasts against his chest and rubbing them against him. "A lot of tourists get soapy Japanese women to rub on them, but few are lucky enough to have wives who will do it for them. I'm glad I can make you feel good." She tried to keep withdrawn and steady in this path while giving up to him, refusing to meet his eyes while he sated down at her in turn. "Glad." She said it again, trying not to sound bitter about this.

Saber, for her part, didn't have much of a chest to use and she had even less ass. It left her happier to be washing his back, away from view. She'd tried a titfuck at one point and it was so that she didn't want to attempt it again. But what she could do, from his position, was bring the wash cloth around front and begin to jerk his cock off with it. "Every part of you, sir," she said, stressing 'ever' while she cleaned him up. "I can hardly call myself a good maid if I do not clean you up completely."

"And I'm glad," Ramón groaned. "I feel so spoiled with you two washing me." He leaned forward to kiss Rin, and with a turn back, did the same for Saber. He couldn't resist kissing them and indulging in this while their hands and chests and legs rubbed against him. It felt wonderful, a sweet satisfaction urging him slowly down deeper, keeping him wanting more of this and keeping him sunken down in decadence and delight. He didn't need to do much but let it happen, accepting all these clumsy devotions and attentions, his thoughts fixed on the idea that this could all take him down deeper still, that he just didn't need anything but the sloppy passions pressing on harder.

The wash cloth handjob never manifested into anything quite forward enough to count as more. That was part of the fun. Saber was just teasing him, just feeling his big, hard cock in her hand. Thinking about it, grinding against his body and letting her fantasies drift. Biting her lip, she thought about it inside of her, clumsy and compromised under the dizzy fever of what was pushing her on for more. She wasn't strong enough to deal with these wicked satisfactions or the hungry extent of them.

With a hand groping her ass, Rin was getting in too snug against him, too. She couldn't help it. "Can I wash your hand?" she asked, trying to ward his hand away gently and save herself. She needed to duck away form the compromising worries and pressures this offered, but she wasn't sure what good any of it could do her.

Especially when Ramón offered his hand. Not the hand on her ass, which gave her a playful smack. "Sure, wash it up," he teased, and a flush Rin's eyes sank downward to the floor again as she brought the wash cloth against him. "I'm cleaning my other hand right now myself." His kneading and rubbing caught the soap suds on her ass, playing deeper into this with a soft laugh. Ramón was nothing if not a man who enjoyed life. Especially his own.

Rin began to wash his hand with ther cloth, getting in between his fingers. It was all superficial. His hands were an easy part to wash, not needing any specific attention in the shower, but Rin saw it as a part of him that she could wash without getting too caught up, without thinking about the thick cock rubbing against her thigh. It was almost chaste, so she held onto it as a way to avoid the deeper truth of this situation. It was nice.

But as she worked down toward his arm, Ramón pulled his hand under the water, getting the suds away, and then presenting his fingers to her again. Not to her own hand, though. He instead brought them up to his lips. "Needs a little more water," he told her with a big smirk.

Rin's shaky lips parted, and she accepted the fingers into her mouth. This was too much. Her eyes began to sink shut as a fond sense of deep arousal pulled her in. She didn't know how to handle it, but Rin found it impossible to ignore the growing frustrations pulling her slowly down. Fuck. She hadn't thought about finger sucking, and now she was in deep, caught in a request to honour that only made things madder and weirder, made her head spin with the burning haze of what was absolutely unavoidable. She knew this wasn't something she had any control over. Not now.

With Rin dutifully sucking on his fingers, Ramón was able to turn back toward Saber. "I think my cock is all clean now, which means I can get to using it again." He turned around, his other hand guiding her into a kiss and urging her up against the shower wall. "Want me to clean you out, too?"

Too pent up after all the sucking, rimming, and stroking she had gone through to say no, Saber could only nod. "Please, sir, do whatever you wish. I am but your humble servant." She went up against the wall and Ramón's imposing body went with her, both his hands briefly working to lift her up off of the shower floor so that he could line himself up with her and push in, pinning her body against the wall with his weight and starting to pump deep into her. "Ah, sir, thank you! Thank you for your big cock and its gracious... mm... black..." She was dizzy and hungry, burying her face into his neck and just silencing herself before things got away from her.

Being fucked by Ramón was, after her service when he arrived, an absolute dream. she threw herself into mad satisfaction, a deep hunger building up inside of her as she wrapped her limbs around his body to accept this, unable to deal with the beautiful chaos of being taken like this. She should not have been moaning so loud. She knew that. This was a lot to take and she was powerless to deal with these beautiful twists of madness, an erupting chaos to fall into without much clear idea of how to handle all of it. She didn't know how to make sense of it, dizzily sinking into the thrall of his touch and all of its weirdest offers.

Rin found fingers in her mouth again as she now leaned against Ramón, her own arousal steadily winding up with little clear idea of how to be managed. She was in deep, not wanting to be this caught and aroused, but finding it hard to work through all of her dizziest wants. This was excessive and weird, a brash rush of pressures to have to contend with, and she could do nothing but accept it. She was supposed to be better than this. She was supposed to be putting distance here, but as she sucked on his fingers, Saber showed off way more approval and eagerness than she wanted to.

"Sir, please don't stop. Your cock is amazing!" Saber howled her way through the satisfaction, through a dizzy stumbling down through weirdness and frustration, through the molten panic and frustration of what kept happening. She was powerless to deal with these abrupt sensations, all of the molten pressures that just would not slow down. She kept accepting it, not sure how to deal with any of it, not really clear on how to make any sense of how good it felt. "It's my honour to serve a man like you."

"Honour is all mine," he groaned. "To have a polite British maid and a devoted Japanese wife. I'm so lucky. I'm blessed. I could have found white and Asian girls back home, but you two are something special."

"All to serve you, sir!" Saber moaned. "I've never served a black man before, but you are something special." Her body began to buck a little bit, pressing against him and opening herself up to wilder satisfaction. His cock inside of her was definitely not 'cleaning' anything, but she felt the urgent pressures and the chaos keeping her craving more, keeping her in a state of delirium so mad and so forceful that all Saber could do was surrender to it. She needed it. The pleasure that unraveled within her was taking her to a state of brilliant delirium so steep that she didn't want anything but the chance to fall to pieces, and Ramón was making that happen for her.

The hand not holding onto Ramón's wrist so Rin could suck his fingers properly was struggling not to reach between her legs and jam fingers into her cunt. Rin was embarrassed by this all. Selling her body to him wasn't the worst fate, sure. She'd whored herself out in worse situation the past little while. But there was something about the guilty ache of want for his huge cock that left her feeling something very different. The fact that Saber was losing herself like this was even more frustrating.

But it was a common sight. His dick was good. It fucked out of the girls a dizzy truth of lust that they were always playing defense against. They constantly had to resist the reality building up inside of them, the bubbling frustration of admitting that this felt good. Every night they were fucked to a state of ravenous approval that left them a bit more hopeless, always unsure how to deal with the guilt of it while he got them to moan through pure chaos. They were just powerless here. Rin wondered if she was barely hanging on by a thread herself, and that frightened her.

As Saber squealed her way through molten satisfaction and the persistent ache of pleasures to mad to handle, it didn't matter. Ramón fucked her too hard to care about what was happening now. She fell apart, happily opening herself up to these satisfactions and embracing the wild joy of letting go. As he pumped her full of cum, Saber wondered why she was putting up much complaint at all. This felt so good. Why not enjoy it? Why not give up completely to these mad satisfactions now? There couldn't have been any good reason to fight this pleasure off now.

"So good. You're more than just a maid," he groaned, holding her in tight and pumping her full of cum, making her shudder and twist her way through pure bliss. he held her down and made sure every drop had been pumped directly into her before he drew back and let her slip her way downward.

Saber's feet stumbled their way to the shower floor to set down and steady herself, but she remained slumped against the shower wall longer, catching her breath.

"Oh look at that, my cock is all sticky now," Ramón teased. He pulled his fingers out of his wife's mouth at last. "Why don't you soap your breasts up for me and clean it off, honey?"

Rin was just glad that he was asking for a titfuck now, because her clenched thighs left her shakily realizing that if he'd wanted to fuck her, she was so horny that she would have probably lost herself completely. "I would love to, dear." Rin pulled the soap over and began to lather up her breasts. They were big enough for a fine titfuck. Nothing crazy. Definitely more involved with a lengthy cock like Ramón's. But she did it. Getting herself nice and lathered, she sank to her knees and pulled them apart, bringing herself to the base of his cock. "I'll clean you right up."

"I know you will," Ramón remarked. "You're so good to me."

Thankful that the shower water running down her body washed away the dripping arousal from her pussy, Rin began to work her breasts up and down along Ramón's cock in obedient service. She wanted to deal with all of this as best she could through her struggles and frustrations, through a persistent weirdness that she wasn't fully sure how to meet. She met it, though, working her body up and down to drag her tits along his cock, pumping with a persistently frenzy along him, just wanting this done with.

But she was left face to face with Ramón's strong, muscular stomach, and in her dizziness, she leaned forward to kiss his abs a little bit. "You're such a strong man," she whined, trying to play this up. "A good, strong man. You deserve a good wife." She was that wife now. Her eyes shut tightly so she didn't have to see more, but she was giving up all too eagerly now to pressures growing out of control. Up and down her chest worked, and the senseless satisfaction felt like it was becoming almost second nature now to Rin. She was getting too used to this role.

"And I have an amazing wife," Ramón remarked, running his fingers through Rin's wet hair, brushing some out of her face. He watched her pale breasts work along the length of his dark shaft. She had to move pretty dramatically to make the most of it given the size of her chest relative to his cock, but she did it with an urgency and a forward pressure that satisfied him too much for him to be able to worry about her back and if it was comfortable for her. It just felt too fucking good.

Stumbling forward and rejoining the commotion, Saber couldn't help but bring her mouth down upon his chest, sucking on one of Ramón's nipples. "Let me clean you too, master," she said, letting slip something more extreme than 'sir' in her dizzy state. It made him throb and shoot some pre onto Rin's chest, but she didn't think anything of it while she rubbed al lover his strong chest and toyed at worshiping his body. She felt like she didn't have a choice here. She just wanted it so badly, and she could feel it urging her down lower and lower into dizzy delight, into a beautiful kind of haze too steep to be able to fight now.

It was hard for Ramón not to feel like he had lucked into the most amazing situation as he stood confidently in the shower, getting a titfuck and getting his chest licked in drunken worship at the same time. Sure, he'd paid money for this. A lot of money. But it all felt more than worth it now, enough for him to sink slowly deeper into appreciation for the pleasures it offered. He received all of it with a stern sense of satisfaction, prepared to see through all the madness and weirdness without a single complaint now.

Rin picked up on the slip of Saber's tongue, too, and she was blushing harder, struggling to keep focused and on task while these growing worries cut through to the very heart of something dizzy and hopeless. She was in over her head, struggling harder to work through this weirdness and through all of the brilliant flares of heat this offered. She didn't have any idea how to deal with it, but she kept stumbling deeper, falling victim to a chaotic and hopeless sort of need. This was too much, and she could feel it taking her to the limit. She was just giving him a titfuck, but the dizziness still had Rin wondering if she was making mistakes that steep too, if Ramón had simply not mentioned things that expressed her own plunge into ruin.

Saber sucked greedily on his nipples, fingers all over his chest while she paid this devotion, trying to work through a fiery rush of satisfaction and heat that left her clumsy and delirious. She could feel herself sliding too far in, feel the wicked pressures urging her to give-up to a beautiful sort of chaos and weirdness so steep that, maybe, this was just how she would find happiness. That was a weird thought, but it was an inescapable one as she continued her slide lower. The Burning frustration sank her down lower, and all she could understand now was the beautiful fever of wanting to just let fucking go.

All the pleasure combined brought a swift, efficient rush of pure chaos to this pleasure, bringing him to want to lose himself fully. With an eager, hopeless groan, Ramón erupted all over Rin, his hips bucking and swaying madly about while he let it all out all over her face, splattering spunk all over the face of the poor girl who completely lost herself, hopeless and shaky and struggling to deal with her sinking surrender now. It felt too good, excessive and fierce but bringing her down into exactly what she needed.

But for RIn, it was a shot of cum that hit her right up along her face and almost into her eye. "Hey, what the fuck?" Rin gasped. "Fuck, just because we're in the shower doesn't mean you can do that!" she said, shutting that effected eye and saving herself for it, but a bit too late. She tried to wipe it away, her good housewife act briefly crumbling under the weight of frustration. She realized a bit too late that she had not meant to do that, her cheeks igniting and her eyes going wide as she realized she'd let the act slip. "I mean--"

"No, it's fine, that's on me." With a good-natured smile, Ramón reached for her face and wiped some of the cum away. "Should have been more careful, sorry." He remained cheerful about it all. In some insane way, that only left Rin more shocked and frustrated. "Anyway, I think I'm all clean now. I have some calls I need to make, but why don't we dry off, and then you two go wait in bed for me?"

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"Are you doing okay?" Rin asked, sitting nervously on the bed, all toweled off and straightened out again. She had changed into a purple nightgown, sheer and barely covering up anything. A gift from Ramón, of course.

Saber's bra, panties, and stockings were reminiscent of a maid costume with little frills and bows, lingerie that reinforced her role here a little bit, but which she loved wearing. She looked good in it. She felt good in it. "Yeah, I'm fine," Saber said. She knew she wasn't. "I just wanted to make him happy in there. That's our job, right?"

"Yeah, that's our job!" Rin said. "It's just a job. We're doing a job, and I think we're doing a really good one."

"We are!" Saber nodded happily. "We're doing a very good job at this."

"And it'll be good when it's over."

"It will be great when it's over."

"I can stop acting like a prim housewife. It's not who I am, but I want to keep making Ramón happy. J-just because that's my job!" She added that last bit in a mild fit of panic. "Because I want to make sure we're doing this right. You know what I mean."

"Yea. And I can stop acting like a maid. It's not too bad, really. I'm not used to being a servant like this, but when it's over, I can..." She realized she didn't have a good answer for that. "But uh, that way he talks about us. Do you think it's weird?"

"Which way?" Rin asked. She knew which way it was, but she tried to brush it off and hoped Saber wouldn't bring it up.

"Talking about me being white or British, and bringing up you being Japanese. It seems like he really enjoys pointing that out." But Saber's mind drifted back to when she had just blurted out 'black' when they were fucking in the shower. Her cheeks lit up bright. "I don't really mind it! I just wanted to know if you thought it was weird."

Rin's eyes drifted off. "I don't know. Maybe it's weird. I don't know a lot of Americans. But if it makes him happy, that's what we should do, right? Maybe we should even play back a bit more. I know we've talked about ourselves, but..." Rin was in way over her head here. This conversation with Saber was going in awkward directions that were in no way the reassurance she felt she needed to keep steady in the face of this all. Something was off about it all, and she could feel it wearing her down more and more, struggling through the persistent and dizzy frustration behind it. "We'll get out of this in a few months."

"He'll go back to America," Saber said. "We'll be here until he's gone, and then we can both go back to normal with your debts gone."

"Yeah! I'm surprised he paid more than the time he was getting us for, just to get me out of that debt faster. He's really kind to do that." It was as she said those words that Rin really started to get tense. Ramón was very kind. He took good care of them, and this roleplay was all in good fun, but he hadn't done anything inappropriate with them or disrespected them. And he got them presents like the nightgown Rin had on. Like the extra money he paid to save Rin's debt and let her freely choose what to do with her life when her service was over.

And here she was, fishing for reasons to complain and seeking some sort of hope-misplaced 'strength' from having Saber respond in a way that might help her through this. What was she doing?

Stepping into the bedroom to interrupt the conversation, Ramón was happy to come in at last. "Thanks for waiting. It's morning in America, and I wanted to call my mom to see how she was doing."

"How is she doing?" Rin asked.

"She's doing well, but I don't want to think too much about that right now." With a confident slide forward, Ramón slipped his way into the situation again and invited himself into this. "I have other things I want to deal with." He pulled his shirt off, and his underwear went with it shortly after, and he climbed naked onto the bed with his cock already hardening. "I think I want you two to share me first."

"Of course."

"Yes, sir."

Ramón lay back on the bed, his huge cock standing at attention as the two girls advanced upon it, both worked up with all manner of dizzy hungers and desires. They crawled in toward his lap from the sides, Rin and Saber meeting in the middle with a sloppy kiss over the head of his cock. When they were in bed, the dynamics of 'maid' and 'wife' all dizzily vanished a little bit. There was only the nice satisfaction and cooperation of the two women who were here to attend to Ramón's every need, and the girls understood that role well, sinking in together and letting the united joy of tending to his cock begin to take them down deeper.

He was big. That was all either girl could think about as they began to lick and kiss and caress all over his cock. There was just something beautifully wicked to be said for the joy of praising his dick every which way now, pushing themselves into a beautiful sort of frenzy and pressure. This all felt very delightful and intense, a pleasure they could fully lose themselves to now while their mouths caressed all over him. Up and down they licked, dragging their tongues along the impressive length of his cock and drowning it in kisses.

"You are the first black man I've ever been with, sir, and you are very impressive," Saber said, all but immediately jumping onto Rin's ponderings about if they should dial that up to turn him on.

"Y-yeah," Rin gasped. "I--I'm amazed by how large you are. I'd heard things about black men before. You truly are the foreign husband I deserve." Her eyes closed and she stumbled her way into deeper appreciation, lost to the wicked satisfaction and chaos of giving him what he wanted. She couldn't deal with all of it, the cloying passion dragging her deeper, every hazy thought in her head leaving her craving more. She was stuck here, wondering how to deal with the pleasures and the chaos it offered, every hopeless ache bringing herd own lower.

Ramón's cock twitched at that comment. "You have?" he asked. That was a first, and he had been having sex with them now for months. "Well go on, ladies. Do you like my big, black cock?"

Ravenous moans of, "Yes!" from both women clumsily expressed the deepening fever of what they needed, pleasure dragging them down into a beautiful rush of passion they couldn't get enough of now. They were hopeless, spinning around in dizzy senselessness under the weight of thoughts that could not be helped.

"To serve a black man is such a high joy for me," moaned Saber.

"Marrying a black man was always my dream," Rin confessed.

They were putting on airs, but as their thighs rubbed together an both women fell into deeper, unravelling joy, they found it impossible to deal with these beautifully senseless joys. They were lost to pure satisfaction here, needing to pay as much praise as they could to Ramón under the burning haze and thrill of giving him everything he wanted. There was simply no good way to contain themselves or hold back these satisfactions, their pushes forward coming on madder, insistent and weird and dizzily taking them down deeper. This was too much. They couldn't wrap their heads around just how far they wanted to sink, but it felt incredible.

Sucking cock turned them both on. Rin opened up and took him into her mouth first, sinking down with a rather hopeless satisfaction, a need to lose herself to this as hard as she could. She hadn't meant to go throat deep but as he hit the back of her throat she also didn't want to stop. Her hands pumped along his cock, not to stroke but just to feel him up. Why was he having this compromising an effect on her? Why was Rin so hopelessly trapped in a plunge into need and ruin so reckless that it was all taking her to a place of utter surrender now?

She choked him down a little bit, clumsily and stubbornly shoving on with only one goal in mind, and she wasn't able to contain it. She didnt' want to let up these erratic pleasures and their worsening temptations, and she felt truly locked into something beautiful now. Drowning pleasure left Rin ready to give in, and as she pulled back from his cock and pushed against a kiss with Saber, she wondered if her grip on herself wasn't something she just needed to let go of.

Saber transitioned from kissing Rin to throating his cock down, too. She was a lot deeper in, the erratic pleasures leaving her simply needing to give in deeper. She felt herself struggling to even begin making sense of these passions now. This was too much, and it felt impossible now to handle these erratic delights. This was all simply taking her to a state she needed to accept the chaos and the fever bringing her what she needed now. Her head sank down and bobbed quickly, the persistent fire bringing her into a state of mas fascination here.

Passing his cock back and forth, Rin and Saber knew their rhythm. They were used to sharing his cock like this, switching who was sucking his cock to dial up the attention. Saber turned toward him while Rin sucked him down, moaning, "Japanese women make such great wives, don't they? She's so submissive and eager to please you. Rin is just what you need."

But when it was Saber's turn to suck him off, Rin was happy to sing her praises in turn. "I'm sure there's plenty of unruly white women in America who can't appreciate you, but a proper British lady like Saber knows how to serve you. Please appreciate our maid, she works hard all day for us."

"I don't know what's gotten into the two of you, but I like it," Ramón groaned. He was happy to fall deeper into this, to appreciate the sinking delight and beautifully chaotic ecstasy of letting this all keep happening. He wanted it. All of it. None of this made a lot of sense, but that was only enriching the beautiful senselessness that carried him to want more. He craved this opportunity to give in and lose himself. "And I'm so close. Fuck."

The girls didn't let up in their ravenous appreciation of every inch of Ramón's cock. They paid him all the devoted attention they could, caring only about making him feel good and about pushing him to give up completely. It was so much for him to give in to, and he took it like a champ, accepting the slide down into madness that their mouths granted him while they did everything they could to satisfy him. They were here for him and they were ready to blow his mind.

When he came, it was all their faces. Both girls took the sweet excitement of gooey satisfaction splattering all over their faces, the girls moaning in approval as they accepted the spurting facial. Rin's tune had changed in short time from the facial she took when she was in the shower, and now, as she stared down at his cock, almost drooling, she could feel ravenous lust begin to drag her down deeper. Saber, in turn, was just about ready to pledge herself to him for life. Neither girl could contain themselves now.

Something took hold of Rin. She didn't really know what she was doing when she said it, but as she knelt there, truth and fantasy all melded together in weird and delirious ways, and she found it impossible to fight the bizarre sense of hunger that began to build in her. "I think we should try for kids," she told him. In character. But also maybe not quite as rooted in fantasy as it should have been. "I want to be a mother."

That had Ramón's cock almost spurting another load just from the excitement alone. He jolted upright. "I can make that happen," he promised, taking Rin by the hand and guiding her to lie down. "Saber, you're going to get your face on my ass to make sure I cum as hard as I can, okay? We have to make sure I give her a lot, and if you do well, maybe I'll breed you, too."

Breed. Why did that sound like a serious remark with real intent behind it? Why was she suddenly trapped in a weird state of fascination and heat? Saber could have said something. Should have said something. All that came out was, "Okay, sir."

Ramón's body came bearing down upon Rin's with intent and fever, her legs coming up in the air as he sank himself into her and started to mating press his 'loving wife'. The time was here for pure satisfaction and indulgence now, and Ramón was eager to prove himself and how thoroughly he could take her, thrusting down deep and hard into Rin, filling her up with his cock and starting in on the satisfaction. "I thought you'd never ask," he told her, pinning her flush against the mattress and rocking his hips with relentless fever.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck!" Rin shrieked as she felt his cock fill her. Her pussy was finally getting some action after everything else, but that wasn't what got her. It was the intensity behind his thrusts, like he really had just been waiting for her to ask him to knock her up. The very tenuous grasp that Rin had over self-control and steadiness immediately began to buckle as he took to fucking her deep and hard, raw strokes leaving Rin to have to sort out the delirious chaos behind what he was after, and she was hopelessly unprepared for just how forceful he could be. Every mad slam down into her filled her up hard, made Rin shriek in surprise under the senseless chaos and weight of his attention. Nothing could spare her now from this wicked satisfaction, but she was so ready to give in to all of it, to be plunged down into commotion and fire.

Saber threw herself into rimming Ramón as hard as she could, slobbering all over his ass hole with a delirious sense of pure fascination carrying her down lower. She didn't want to hold anything back, persisting through the fire and the commotion of eating his ass and trying to get Rin knocked up. That felt like a moment of very real consequence, and yet she did everything she could to make it happen while hoping he'd make good on his promise. Slithering her tongue around his hole and diving shoving it in deep, she did everything she could now to make him feel good.

Ramón groaned his way through sweet fascination and fever, the pleasure burning him up brighter and fiercer, encouraging him to just want to lose himself. This felt amazing, and the pleasure was spectacular and it was also utterly mad. She had very specific and hungry needs here, and she was ready to give up to it all. His hips crashed down hard, and he moved with wicked purpose to take Rin as deep and as hard as he could, throwing himself into this with all he had and finding it almost impossible to keep himself together. So much was happening and none of it was sensible, but she felt the ravenous hunger keeping her falling, dizzy need driving her to crave anything and everything she could get through this pressure.

"Fuck me!" Rin shrieked. Her legs pressed against his sides while she gave in to the deeper spectacle and frustration of hopeless service. This was too much, and Rin could barely wrap her head around all of it, but she had never felt more ready to keep giving in. This was beautiful and insane, and it left her trembling through fascination and fever she just had to give in to. This didn't make sense, but under the chaos and pressure of it all, Rin was breaking down. She was giving up and giving in, a powerless mess writhing through hopelessly beautiful joy. "Breed me. Make me yours, I need it so badly!" She could barely keep in character, struggling with a desire to want to say she wanted to be his wife outright.

On top of all of this and on top of Rin, Ramón was ready to keep up with that demand, speeding his way through fucking her as hard as he could, pursuing the beautiful fever and chaos that kept coming. This was a beautiful sort of insanity. "Going to fuck you so well you want to come back to America with me," he told her.

For some reason, that was it. That was the moment of excess and chaos so steep that Rin's legs wrapped around Ramón's waist and she leglocked him. She needed it too bad now. "Yes, more!" she shrieked, bucking against him, throwing herself into fire and delight and the kind of beautiful fever she could no longer make sense of. This was her breaking point, and she was unable to contain it. "More. Make me your wife. Fuck me so hard that I stop acting. I want it so badly. Sweep me off my feet and take me back to America to be the submissive Japanese wife to an amazing black man!"

Everything felt too sincere for Rin to handle. No snark, no attitude, just the crushing joy of letting herself fall deeper, spiraling through a beautiful senselessness, a kind of chaos she just had to let go of. There was so much here to want to accept, and she just had to give in to all of it, a stumbling wreck happy to find just how steeply she was giving up to it all. She had very pointed, specific needs now, and nothing could keep her from accepting those joys, writhing against him, bucking her hips up to meet his thrusts and losing herself to everything she could. This was Rin's breaking point, a moment of beautiful acceptance and unraveling joy. She needed it. She couldn't get enough of the fascination and fire that finally brought her what she needed.

"Breed her, sir," Saber moaned while she sucked on his ass hole without sense. She couldn't stop licking, sloppy desperation carrying her to compeltely fall to pieces. She needed to lose herself, needed to embrace these beautiful spectacles and accept them for all she could. "Breed her silly. Knock her up and then pin me down and take me, too." The desperation carrying her tongue could not slow down. She had very specific and singular needs, and everything she did pushed toward the satisfaction and delirium that finally brought him what he needed. Saber was startled by how easily she was letting this all follow, but she couldn't help it.

"I'm going to be a mother. I'm going to be bred by a black man. I'm going to be a wife!" Squealing through the revelations and the chaos, Rin found herself in a state of such reckless fire that she didn't understand how to deal with all of it. She fell to pieces through the hazy thrills of giving up so deeply to this all. This was madness, but it was so beautiful and spectacular that it didn't matter. She just wanted it, and the satisfaction of finally having her pussy stuffed with Ramón's big, black cock was too much for Rin to deal with.

She fell to pieces, her orgasm noisy and fiery and expressing the kind of hopeless, slavish fever that left her feeling incredible. She wanted all of it, and she could not possibly deal with how steeply the pleasures took her down. Her legs locked even tighter around him, and she could not dela with these beautiful spectacles, ready to give up fully and to savour it all. How could she fight it?

Ramón was ready to capitalize on it. With a deep, hard slam, he began to pump Rin full of cum, pushing her into the mattress and making sure he filled her up with every drop, a shameless mess of desire and heat forcing Rin to squeal even louder, struggling through all of this and finding it impossible to handle it now. It was all so amazing, and the gooey satisfaction left Rin broken, satisfied, and so ready to give in. She'd let go of it. She was ready. Staring dizzily up into Ramón's eyes, she was ready to simply give in. She needed to.

"I love you, my husband," Rin whined. Her arms and legs went limp and unraveled from around him. As he pulled out, her hips rose up to go with him briefly, and when his huge cock spilled out of her, she was a dripping, dizzy mess who slumped back down again. She was out of breath, hopeless. Rin had been fucked plenty of times. Never before had it left her like this.

Saber pulled back too, lingering antsily there, wondering if she should ask. Would it be out of line to ask? Would she be wrong to ask?

She didn't have to worry about it more, because Ramón grabbed hold of Saber and threw her right on top of Rin. He wasn't wasting any time with this, shoving her down and slamming his cock right up into her, now. "And since you've been so good at serving us, I think you should become a mother too and be part of our new family," Ramón groaned, yanking her panties down and slamming happily forward and throwing himself into the blonde, ready to pound her, too.

"Yes, sir, I'm ready. I am but a servant, and if you wish to breed me, I will happily have your children. It would be my honour to carry the black children of the man I serve." Clutching at the sheets, Saber lurched forward, staring Rin in the eye, only for the sweaty mage to yank her down and make out with her, feverish kisses and a sloppy, dizzy push forward becoming something truly senseless. She was all worked up, full of need and fire and a throbbing sense of utter fixation now.

Rin was gone, but she knew Saber was also gone. Gone before she was. This confirmed it now as Saber met the kisses and shoved her hips back against Ramón's thrusts. She was hopeless now, her body struggling through these wild pleasures. Usually, Saber was a bit self-conscious about getting fucked doggy style. Rin had a plump ass that could shake and bounce. Saber had almost no ass. But it didn't matter now; she was too busy dealing with the sweet surrender and spiraling bliss of letting him fuck her harder, thrown into senseless spectacle and the kind of beautiful, unraveling delirium that could carry her down deeper. She had only one need now, and she was throwing everything she had into it.

"We're going to be a family," promised Ramón while he plundered Saber's pussy. He could tell for the past week or so that the girls were faltering, that they couldn't keep themselves steady. He really had only meant to rent their company until he left, but he was getting fond of them, and as they got needier and more clingy to him, he knew the right call was to make a move to get them secured as his real wife and maid, beyond the confines of their deal. He would be going back to America when his business with the Japanese branch was done, and he was tired of new prostitutes all the time.

"A family," the girls moaned in drunken unity, fumbling against one another with sloppy kisses and a persistent, hazy rush of passion that wore them down more and more. Neither could contain these senseless delights, a grand spectacle forcing them deeper into appreciation and fire, desperately seeking whatever they could get now from his touch and the fiery dominance he offered. Ramón had them fallen apart and completely lost to these joys, and they could no longer contain these passions.

Even though she was only the maid and not the wife, Ramón threw everything he had behind pounding Saber just as hard, ready to breed her too, ready to send her into a mad spiral of lust. His hips were eager to keep up the mad intent, to make sure he knocked up both women in one night in a show of pure fire and fever, dominant almost to a fault as he did what he could to make this moment his. He refused to slow down, refused to quell the erratic fever of his wild thrusts. He wanted her to fall apart for him. He wanted to make sure he put her through the sort of senseless, chaotic joy so steep that she would never come out of it.

Writhing against one another in a mad fit of kisses and spectacle and surrender, neither girl could contain themselves. Rin and Saber both fell ever deeper into senseless joy, into a sort of beautiful spectacle so steep that all either could do was give up completely. They needed this. They were unable to resist it, and they found it simply too good to handle.

"Breed me with your big, black cock!" Saber howled, the words coming from deep within her as a mad acceptance of what she craved most. This was too much. She was a wreck, feeling lost to the dizzy pressure and the plunging heat of completely giving in. She had to fall apart, had to accept that this was the only thing she really wanted now. It was too much, but it offered her a senseless joy truly beyond reason now. She had a very singular desire to fall apart, and she was all too happy to make it into a reality now. This was beautiful, senseless, and she felt the raw fever finally be too much to make any sense of.

There was nothing more satisfying or enticing than this, and with a decisive slam forward and throbbing delight taking him fully to the limit, Ramón let himself go completely. He slammed hard forward and pumped Saber full of cum, intent on breeding the needy blonde just as hard, having no idea he was cumming inside of a king as he gave himself to all of this. It didn't matter. He was happy to just give up to it, to embrace the fever of claiming her and embracing pure senselessness. Saber's orgasm was fiery and noisy, thoroughly devoid of reason too, and the pleasure all become a kind of perfect so steep that there was simply nothing to do but fall now to pieces. The beautiful commotion and spectacle wore her thoroughly down, and there was nothing left in the wreck of a girl but molten surrender. It was perfect. It was just what everyone involved needed.

Everyone finally calmed down. Ramón pulled out of Saber and drew back, slumping against the headboard to gather himself a moment. He was so happy with what had happened, and he admitted, "I'm happy to take you both with me. For real. I'll do my couple months here, finish everything up, and then we can move to America. I'll take good care of you two. You're both something special."

Shifting sluggishly over to crawl up at his sides, Rin and Saber both rested down upon him, setting their hands and heads onto Ramón's chests. They murmured out some faint, dizzy remarks of agreement, and it felt more sincere than they could really deal with. This really was a good thing, really was what they both needed.

"Good. One thing though; I know you said you wouldn't let me meet her, but now that we're something more, can I meet my sister in law?" He asked with a greedy smirk, cock twitching at the thought. He'd seen pictures of Sakura. He liked what he saw.

Rin knew he liked what he saw, which was why time and time again she had refused, steadfast in the absolute denial of such a thing. She would not let him get his hands onto her sister. But now, as she lay dizzy and hooked on his cock and ready to be his wife, well, of course he'd have to meet her sister!

"I'll be happy to introduce the two of you."

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Sakura hadn't seen her sister for weeks now and hadn't heard her much more. Rin had insisted she was deeply busy with things and working, and Sakura didn't push it, but it made it all the more startling when she received an invitation suddenly to the place Rin was staring at. It was an odd address she definitely had not seen before, but Sakura was so happy to finally see her sister again that she jumped at the opportunity to go visit.

And from the first moment she arrived, something was very definitely weird about all of it.

It was hard to put her finger on exactly how to feel about this, but as Sakura sat at the table, everything seemed off. Rin was dressed plainly with an apron and light colours, greeting her like a warm housewife instead of like her sister. Even weirder, Saber was there dressed as a maid, regarding her as 'ma'am' and calling Rin 'milady' as she served the two tea.

"So what have you been up to?" Sakura asked, trying to overcome the utter awkwardness of this all. "What work are you doing here? I thought it would be magecraft, but this doesn't seem like the place for that. Are you working somewhere else?"

"No, I don't want to talk about work," Rin said, waving a hand and brushing that off. "I have been doing my duties as a lady of the house, and that is enough. No, what I really want to talk about is how great your figure is."

"Thank you?" Sakura's eyes went wide and her cheeks caught some colour. Rin had never complimented her body like that before and she really didn't know how to meet those remarks.

"Your breasts, especially. I love how big they are, and I'm a little jealous. They look like they would be amazing for breastfeeding, you know. When you become a mother." Rin talked plainly about her sister's chest like it was nothing. Like it was actually them catching up.

Sakura didn't know what to make of that, shifting a little bit in her chair. The weirdness of those remarks left her with doubts and confusions, but she tried her best to not dwell too much on them even while things took a weirder turn. "Thanks?" But Saber and Rin both seemed happy with how they were acting, so she just accepted it. Whatever was going on, she was sure she would come to understand it in time, and she wasn't too worried about anything here. It would all make sense.

The doorbell rang, and Sakura was shocked by it. Was someone else living here?

"Oh, that's my darling husband," cooed Rin. "Come on, Sakura. I want to introduce you to him."

"Husband?" Stumbling up to her feet, Sakura was almost compelled by the magnetism of sheer confusion to have to stumble over with her sister and find out what was going on. Something weird was happening here, and she didn't know what, but her curiosity was rapidly getting the better of her. What the hell was going on here?

Rin raced up to the front and opened the door. Saber followed behind Sakura, urgent her forward a bit faster while they all moved toward the door. Ramón stepped in and was greeted immediately with kisses from Rin. Blatantly, the man grabbed hold of Rin's ass, and Sakura could only stare in silent awe at the large black man standing in the door way, cupping her sister's ass and kissing her. Husband? This was her husband? When did Rin get married? What had Sakura missed? None of this made a lick of sense to her.

"Sakura, this is Ramón!" Rin said happily, taking her place right by her man's side.

"It's nice to meet you," Ramón said. He wasn't even trying to hide how his eyes scanned up and down Sakura's figure. Her hips, breasts, and ass were all bigger than Rin's. She had grown into a gorgeously generous figure, one that seemed like a good escalation from her sister's. One that he wanted to have some fun with. "I'm Ramón, I'm your brother in law now."

Sakura's eyes in turn couldn't help but roam, in particular down to the bulge against his grey pants. He was dressed fresh from the office, and his pants looked like they needed to come off, because a swell of something hard formed against the front and running down his leg. Long down his leg. Her legs shook a little bit as she tried to turn her gaze back toward her sister. "Rin?"

But Rin was happy to take hold of that bulge, rubbing her hand along it slowly and drawing Sakura's eyes right back down toward it. "I've had a really busy few months, but my life is a lot more stable now. I've found love, and I want to introduce you to him. I think you would make a very good part of our family, too."

Sakura took half a step back just to try and center her thoughts, but that was when she bumped back into Saber, whose hands began to massage her shoulders and relax her. "It's okay, you'll enjoy this," Saber said.

"I want to bond with my sister," Rin explained, "and my husband is just the man who can help with that."

Within moments, Sakura's skirt was flipped up and her blouse was unbuttoned, Ramón's mouth around one of the dark nipples topping off Sakura's ample breasts and his hands dug into her big ass while he worked her up and down on his cock. Shrieking in mad satisfaction, Sakura had no idea what was happening here, but it felt good. Inch after inch of black cock sank happily into her and filled the poor girl up with so much that she couldn't think straight, and she found herself clumsily stumbling into pure satisfaction, dizzy and impossible and struggling to make even a little sense now of what was happening to her.

Saber and Rin both encouraged her on, telling her she was going to bred by his black cock and going to love being part of their family, and while Sakura didn't really understand any of it, the pleasure drowned away every bit of concern inside of her, left her just moaning dumbly for more while her stacked body became Ramón's latest indulgence.