"Another one!" Rin called, demanding results and attention as her tutoring subject took a big step forward and threw another bolt of flame toward her. Her barrier easily held to receive the flame and disperse it without trouble, but her shields were not the subject of this exercise. "Now two. One after another." Fire, then fire again, her shield unwavering, but her eyes on his form. "A big one now. All you have!" That last one was finally enough to make her have to hold the barrier a little tighter. Not too tightly, but she felt some pressure from this one, like she had to exert some magical power to keep it steady as the flames crashed into her, embers licking at the air around her, but all just fine.
Hunched forward in surprise, still holding the position he'd hurled the fire in, was Sean, a towering magical talent who Rin had taken up to tutoring. A 6'5" black American mage who had come to London with similar goals to Rin's, though he was a rougher, less refined magical talent who had come to London to learn better. That was where Rin came in; a peer, but one with far more experience, a life of training, and an entire Grail War under her belt, the perfect tutor to help sharpen him and supplement his studies.
"I really felt that last one," he said, finally dropping out of his posture and loosening his stance, arms down to his sides, back easing down.
"I felt it, too," Rin said. "You're getting stronger a lot more quickly; it seems that leaning in to the physical side of things is good for you." Rin was still trying to make some sense of exactly how she was supposed to tutor him given just how different things were; he was an athlete more than anything, his body and its strength guiding his magic, rather than intense study like her own. It made for a balance she walked as best she could, but results like this left her much more certain that she could make his magical aims work out.
"Do you think I should lean in to it more? I'm worried I'll over-exert physically."
"If you can bring all of that strength into your casting, the fight may not go on long enough for that to matter, but that might require a full sparring session to test out, so not today."
"How about next session?" Sean asked. Quick to the point. Eager.
"I love a student who's motivated," Rin admitted. "We'll do it during tomorrow's session, then. For now, take me through those stretches again to end it." Rin may have been the one with all the magical knowledge, but Sean and his athletic background offered her some help too, insisting on doing stretches before and after they did anything physical. She welcomed it as a nice change, as a way for her own process to be challenged and changed. She was the tutor, yes, but he had plenty to teach her, too, something she was grateful for while she refined her own processes.
Sean led them in the stretches to relax their bodies down. His big, strong body served for the examples that she did her best to follow along after, her eyes set on his with a bit too much attention paid. It wasn't like she meant to look at him like that but every time they did their stretches, Rin found herself a bit enthralled by the sight of his big, strong, muscular form. An exotic looking American towering over her and with a body closer to an athlete than to a mage. Big arms, big shoulders, immense strength. He was pretty good to look at, truthfully; she had to accept that while doing what she could to avoid the pressure and the mental pressure of looking at him; it wasn't something she wanted to do as much as she did, and the need to ward off guilt was necessary to keep her focus on the magic.
Guilt because she had a boyfriend, and she should not have been looking at another guy in the way she kept finding herself looking.
The stretches came to an end, and Rin took a moment to sigh her way through the relief of taking a moment. "Oh, that always feels so nice." She came down from the stretch feeling more rejuvenated than she usually did after intense spell practice.
"Yeah, it feels great. Do you mind if I use your shower before I go? I really worked up a sweat."
Rin offered, "That's fine, sure. You shouldn't go back on the train like that. Go wash up, just make sure you put the towels in the used towel hamper."
"Thanks," Sean said, giving a steady nod and happily turning his way back to go hit the showers. Rin lingered behind to clean up after their lesson. Shirou wouldn't be home until later, but he knew about Sean and hadn't shown any real issues with him being around, knowing how important teaching was to Rin for her own magical development and for the ways it would look to the Clock Tower to be training students when asked. Shirou's own apprenticeship under her was of far lower priority, but he had other matters he sought to attend to in his own work, something that left them in agreement that devoting as much time as she did to Sean worked well for everyone.
Cleanup took all of Rin's attention while she sorted the place back out and sharpened up her surroundings just fine. She felt good about how everything looked when she finally shut off the light in the training room. Her hands needed a quick wash, and absentmindedly, she went right to the bathroom, not having drifted off in thought enough to not be thinking about Sean at all. She headed in without thinking, opening the door to the bathroom, where the sliding door distorted everything in the pursuit of privacy, but distortion could only take so far the general shapes and sizes of things.
And shapes and sizes were, in that moment, all Rin could look at.
In a cloud of shower steam, Sean was half-covered in soapy suds, but he wasn't focused on washing anything. Instead, he was leaned back against the shower wall with his hand grasping the absolute biggest, longest, fattest cock that Rin could have ever imagined laying eyes on, working a soapy washcloth quickly along it to jerk off more than to clean himself. He stroked from base to tip with drawn out strokes and groans of total satisfaction, loving the opportunity to keep touching himself and savouring the pace behind this.
The second worst thing Rin could have done was look. The worst thing Rin could have done was keep looking, standing there with her mouth agape and her thighs clenching together a little bit too much at the sheer size of what she was faced with; Sean's massive cock looked like nothing she had ever seen before, her voice at a loss and her body stuck in a frozen confusion that struggled to grasp just how odd this was and what she was meant to do with the oddity facing her. The strangeness and the tension in all of it brought on a recklessness and an excitement he did his best with. It was so big that she found it impossible to make sense of, but she watched, ached, lost to the tension and confusion of seeing such an impressive cock and not knowing what she was supposed to do with this information. It was so startling to behold and to take in, something that left Rin uncertain of exactly what to do about it.
Then came the single, eager groan from Sean. "Rin."
Her legs finally worked again after that; she scurried off in a panic and kept herself out of the way when he was on his way out. "I have to get started laundry or something!" was her shouted excuse from the other room. She actually said 'or something'. Fuck. She was bad at this.
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"What do you want for dinner, Tohsaka?"
Rin closed her eyes, trying not to make a noise. She didn't want to look over her shoulder, knowing even her eyes were going to convey more frustration than she wanted to. "We're dating," she finally said, all of her patience carefully put into two words. Two words that took a lot of self-control to put out that way.
"Oh, did you want to go out for dinner then? I'm a bit tired, but if that's what you want, we can--"
"No, I mean that we're dating, so you can call me Rin." Less patience. More words to divide her patience up across. Rin wasn't too happy anything about his responses given the way he was ready to push past being tired to go out for dinner, either. It felt too agreeable. too frustrating.
She didn't think that it could be a bad thing for a boyfriend to be 'too agreeable', but it didn't feel like it came from a place of respecting what she wanted or being interested in her ideas. It felt like Shirou was turning into a door mat with no opinions of his own. She knew he wasn't always like that, but something about him being in London had just changed him, smoothed things down, put distance between them that made it harder for her to even feel like they were still boyfriend and girlfriend anymore. Especially when he was still calling her by her last name, in spite of everything. How was she supposed to believe she was even slightly
Shirou was silent for a minute. He didn't know what to say in response to that at first, before ultimately circling back with, "So what do you want for dinner?"
Rin scoffed, rising from her seat. "Just feed yourself," she said, taking her leave from the room without any further interest in bothering. She knew it would take her nowhere. She'd seen and heard just about all she needed to see or hear from him today. Rin felt like she needed something. Some degree of attention, intimacy, personhood, disagreement. Normal relationship things. Was she his girlfriend or the lady he waited on? It was absurd to her, and she was stuck without a good way to manage the expectations and pressures coming with all of it while she dealt with her studies to the best of her abilities.
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That night, she lay in bed beside a snoring Shirou, not surprised it was a sexless night after she stormed off on him, but then, every night they didn't get into arguments seemed pretty sexless, too. Rin was so used to having to deal with everything herself, and she just tried her best not to let it get too hard in the way of things by letting Shirou fall asleep before she slipped a vibrator down between her legs. Just a discrete little cigar shaped one she could slide into her pussy and fuck herself with during lonely nights. Like every night. Despite sharing a bed with Shirou they may as well have been miles apart, detached from one another with an utter lack of intimacy to save the day or bring the two of them together in any way that might be meaningful. There was no room for that in their lives now.
Time? Absolutely. And if he would have bothered to show her the care, she would have happily made the time to help him no matter what it took. But she wasn't given that care, wasn't given any indication he cared about being intimate with her anymore. They were just there, lying in a bed together, distant from one another in ways it felt like nothing was going to bridge together. So she let her battery-powered boyfriend replacement do its thing.
Laid back, legs spread, eyes closed, hands under the blanket, free hand touching her body under the blanket while the vibrator tried to work its magic. Rin was hated how it came to this; this was not what she wanted, not the satisfying ending to this situation that should have accompanied her struggles. She needed better. Deserved better. She just didn't know how she was meant to get that 'better' when she was dealing with a boyfriend she couldn't even get to call her the right name. Rin thought moving to London with Shirou was going to be freedom, an opportunity for both to escape Fuyuki and start new lives on their terms. These were not good terms. These were not the terms that would bring even a semblance of happiness or satisfaction to Rin's life. She needed more.
That thought wasn't made to make her think about 'more' in quite as intense a way as it did when the vision of Sean's cock flashed across her mind.
The moan she let out when she thought about it was intense. Awful. Rin shook her head in a panic, really not wanting to dwell on such a thing as she tried everything she could to process this and avoid the way it hung in her thoughts. She didn't like it, but importantly, she didn't pull the toy out. She didn't stop herself.
It felt good.
The distortion from the sliding glass door obscured so many details for her mind to fill in, but it showed her enough. His size was like nothing she knew how to deal with, and as her thoughts drifted to filling in those missing details, she found herself weak, needy, trying to make sense of the pressures tearing across her and not having any clue how she was meant to deal with it in any constructive way. She felt good about it all, pulled into the idea of wanting to just let these intoxicating pressures strike her. The temptation brought with it something oddly enticing, the extravagance and the passion of feelings she did her best to make sense of, and under this joy came something incredible.
Especially as she dwelled on him moaning her name. It was impossible to stop thinking about. Sean jerking off in the shower, right under her roof, moaning her name while he thought about her. It was such a thrill to give herself to, the enticing pressure guiding her into these deeper delights, joyful burns of a sloppiness and a desire she wanted to make the most of. It left Rin with questions. She didn't know what she was supposed to do with those questions at all, the pressure she was forced to take a moment to think about, aching under the oddity and the frustration of these baffling sensations, but she did her best. She had to.
Embarrassment couldn't stop her when she was in this state, creamy desires building without sense through her body while she accepted the burning intensity and frustration she had to meet, struggling to process the pressures that took hold of her, inviting her surrender with a moment of submission and desire that continued building inside her with something she couldn't process properly. Rin couldn't get Sean out of her head after what she'd seen, but she was fixated, senseless, falling into the steady warmth of a desire and a hunger she couldn't ignore, irresistible delights swelling inside her with an indomitable burn of total need. Desire and greed all stirred inside of her with something she had to accept, torn apart by these confusions and finding herself caught in the idea of something too messy to be able to grasp.
It was the best orgasm her vibrator had given her in a while. Her sex life had dried up and the toy had become predictable, but under the guilty thought crime of letting Sean's cock slip into her mind, she was able to experience something different, excited and senseless under the wicked pressures she was faced with, ready to allow herself this moment to fall into greed and satisfaction. She needed to accept the oddity guiding her down, taken into something incredible and wanton without any idea how she was supposed to deal with it.
After her climax, she was left to lie there, staring up at the ceiling, embarrassed by what she'd done and by how good it all felt. It was done. and Rin was left to sigh and brush it off. a one-time thing. Too stupid and silly to think anything of while she sank back in her thoughts and let herself move on from it. She couldn't be thinking about Sean's dick during sparring tomorrow. She'd have to get it together and make tomorrow work out without letting this get to her.
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Ending up in a full nelson with the weight of Sean coming down upon her and her ass perfectly aligned against his lap was not how Rin was going to keep it from 'getting to her'.
Sparring with a jock turned magus was more physically intense than Rin expected; she was used to very different sorts of intensity from her sparring partners, but Sean took a crafty approach where he threw out magic as a distraction to then go for more physical attacks. A fake-out fireball kept her defending herself magically, which let him grapple her with ease. She was overpowered, left to feel all of his strength and his power now while she wriggled around against him.
His cock twitched a little bit against her big butt, which was what finally prompted an, "Okay, okay, reset!" from Rin. She tried to laugh it off as he let go of her and set her down, but Rin already felt like she had received enough that was questionable enough to make her squirm and wriggle in uncertainty. This was a mess she did not want to deal with on her own, but she was determined to try. She scurried off as fast as she could to the other side of the training room again to try and stabilize herself, ready for this as best she could be, faced with the oddity and the frustration of trying to grasp the idea of giving in to what continued to pull her deeper. The tension and the excitement in this mess offered something enticing and intriguing.
Rin did what she could to stabilize in anticipation of the next round, her magic so far holding steady, but her focus not what she wanted it to be thanks to the ways she felt lost to just how much Sean was in her head. In her head in ways she really didn't want him to be. Ways that were nagging at her beyond reason. Caught in this senseless oddity, she did what she could to try her best with it, but she had to focus her way through more than she wanted to while the prospect built up within her.
This next round of sparring went better, Rin playing evasive rather than defensive, forcing Sean to come after her, ducking around with unpredictable motions and working at throwing magic in fake out directions to make him chase while she circled. Taunting him, she proclaimed, "You aren't the only one who can throw distractions," with playful excitement.
Then she got tackled.
Sean ended up on top of Rin, pinning her to the floor while up on top of her, bragging, "Those are the kinds of remarks coach would have punished." Who was 'coach'? It didn't matter. Rin was under him, her eyes wide, her body lighting up with a tense, shivering warmth that she wasn't really sure what to do with. She felt herself caught in the idea of a lot of things that she was dizzily uncertain about trying to make sense of while he held her down there. She was stuck under him, squirming in surprise, frustrated and dizzy and trying to understand who she was supposed to manage the weight of this upon her.
Sean's eyes widened too, though; he loomed over her, breath growing heavy, body caught in this tension with an ache of something that intrigued him, pulling him in deeper, making him feel like he should do something. That 'something' was a drastic move to lean down and press his lips against Rin's.
For a second, she ignited with incredible relief, with a fiery, tense throb of something that Rin couldn't deny hit her right where it counted. It was the most affection she got in months, the intensity of his lips to hers inviting Rin to feel herself drown in something that felt utterly hopeless. She couldn't fight it. Wouldn't fight it. Rin let him kiss her and let the idea of it wash over her with something that pressured her down at her core. She melted into it. She accepted the idea of giving in with an earnest and infuriating need that conquered her in ways she had to accept.
Then, reason broke through, and she pushed back against him.
Sean got off of her the instant she offered resistance, stumbling up to his feet with a gasped, "I'm sorry, it just happened," to save face.
But Rin knew about the shower. She knew he'd moaned her name. He wanted her, and he'd taken the step thinking she was receptive to it. She wasn't. She refused to be. But fuck did she ache with an interest and an intrigue like she wanted to be. "It's okay," she gasped. "Heat of the moment. Sparring's really--you should go."
"Yeah," Sean said. "Way ahead of you. We still on for Saturday?"
"Yeah! Just give us a--clear our heads. It's okay. Just don't ever talk about this." Rin blushed profusely, tense, worried, and fucking drenched. She was so horny right now, and she was wound up with a tension like absolutely nothing she knew how to dela with, caught in the exhausting reality check of knowing she had given herself to that moment of weakness and didn't know what to make of it. But she knew she was stuck, knew she felt good in ways she had to think about more critically. It was a disaster.
Rin was angry with herself. Not with Sean at all. But entirely with herself. Her mind was straying, she let this happen too easily, she let the kiss go on too long. He was quick to break off when she pushed him back so why didn't she push him back sooner? The confusion ached within her and her head spiraled in uncontrollable frustration while she met this mess with an uncertain pressure and a confusion that she felt totally lost to with the pressures upon her. She had to be normal, had to think her way through what she was forced to deal with, and under this embarrassment came the reality check that she was totally unprepared to deal with.
Sean took his leave quickly. No problems. She watched him go with his posture trying to hide the view of his pants, and Rin was certain she knew what he was hiding. She'd seen it. And now she had to find a way to drive it out of her mind for good, because this was unacceptable on her part.
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Rin put on her nicest, prettiest underwear, straddling somewhere between nice panties and a thong when packed full of her big ass. Lots of pink ribbons and frills over the black underwear; she looked amazing in it, something she'd bought as a present for Shirou's birthday. Back when he'd fuck her. He saw them and knew the signal whenever she wore them around, and she was hopeful he would see it and get right on top of her. That she could do this again after how cold their sex lives had gone. That was the hope. That was the need.
So she spread herself out on the bed and prepared herself for Shirou. Ass up, body in position, these shameless delights offering up something ready for her to give in to this wild, senseless hunger, whipped up into the deepest, maddest frenzy of her submission. She felt ready. She was hungry.
Shirou came in, saw her with her ass waving toward the doorway, and asked, "Don't you have homework?'
"Yeah, I'm here for you, all sexy and--wait, what did you just ask?"
Shirou remained in the doorway, infuriatingly nonchalant. "You should focus on your studies," he explained.
"Are you for fucking real?" Rin asked, rising up from the bed, looking back at him in shock. "You really--I look like this!" She gestured toward her body. "And you won't even touch me anymore."
"I don't want either of us to get distracted," Shirou explained. "We need to--"
"We need to be a normal, healthy couple! I want to have sex. I want to kiss you. I want to cuddle. I don't know why you would say this to me when I'm dressed up for you, but if you won't appreciate it--"
"There are more important things," Shirou explained.
Rin couldn't hold back the dismissive sound out of her throat. She was awestruck, but the disbelief she felt stirred within her the venomous reality check she'd needed. "Yeah," she said, rising up, moving to go get her skirt on. "Yeah, there are more important things, you're right."
It didn't set in for Rin what she was doing at first. She got stressed in a huff, and then headed for the door. Shirou called after her, asking, "Where are you going?" and only then did she realize what her mind was already moving to do.
"I need to clear my head," she explained, slamming the door behind her with the utmost confidence in her path. Maybe she wasn't completely wrong about that.
Rin couldn't fucking believe him. She was furious with Shirou, feeling like she finally had insight into why he wasn't touching her, and she was even angrier now. He had no problem with fucking her during a Holy Grail War! Why was now, when they were 'studying', so fucking important? Rin was wasting her best years on a guy who didn't want to fuck her because he thought it would be better if they did homework. No, this was insane. This was absurd. Doubly so because her response to a big, hung foreign guy pinning her down was to put sexy underwear on for Shirou! For Shirou. Not for Sean! She'd been faithful and obedient, trying her best to redirect all of her energy.
If Shirou was balls deep in her in that very moment, Rin would have probably been over the moon. A mishap and a mistake driving her back into his arms with a simple and faithful burst of overdue affection. She could call what happened with Sean the fault of a touch-starved frustration that finally eased itself down. She could rekindle her romance with Shirou and consider it a sign that this was the way forward. That would have been a good plan. It should have been the plan!
Instead, she was at Sean's door.
The implications of it weren't lost on her. Rin wasn't naive enough to not know what she was moving toward, but she'd kept moving toward it, until she was there, until she was nervous and dizzy and finding herself stuck at the doorstep of the guy who set all of this into motion, frustrated beyond all belief. She didn't want to cheat on Shirou, but she also wanted to actually have a relationship with him. That bar seemed impossible to meet now.
Was she even 'dating' Shirou? No sex, no intimacy, no emotions. It was a struggle to get him to even call her by her name. She'd worn her fancy underwear and it made him talk about how they should prioritize study. That wasn't a relationship. That left open the horrible question of whether or not it was even really 'cheating' on Shirou to go fuck another guy; Shirou had his chance, and he didn't simply blow it, he refused it entirely. So fine. She'd go get her needs taken care of.
Full of resolve, she rang the doorbell, and she let the confidence and the certainty wash over her. Nothing was going to make her back down now from this.
Sean answered the door in sweatpants and nothing else. "Did I forget something over there?" he asked, trying to hold onto some shred of confidence while visibly awkward around the whole thing, not sure what to make of Rin's presence here.
Knowing he had to cut to the chase, Rin just asked, "Do you want another chance at what you started earlier?" She tried to not look up at him with too needy a pair of eyes, but it was hard to do when she was quivering with such tremendous desperation, dizzily caught in the knowledge this was all simply out of hand.
"What happened to your boyfriend?"
"He won't fuck me. Will you?"
Sean's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't need to think about it for longer than a second. This was more than just a chance to kiss her. So he took it by charge, tugging her into his apartment and slamming the door behind them while he grabbed a fistful of her big ass and pulled her against him, pinning her up against the hallway wall and going for a kiss again. With pure intention, with invitation, with certainty he had a shot and had to make it work, he wasn't going to let anything get in the way of all of these senseless and intoxicating desires.
It was just a kiss, but it was already amazing. Rin felt the intensity of Sean's lips upon hers without any shame or hesitation, able to sink into appreciation for everything she felt and for the pleasures it granted her. His strong hands grabbed at her, inviting and overbearing, pressuring her with a carelessness and a hunger that called to something that had to be given up to.
"How can he have the perfect PAAG in his bed and not fuck you?" he asked in disbelief.
"What's a PAAG?" asked Rin, getting no answer as he turned her around, tugging her back against him and leaning in to kiss her from behind. he reached around front, fingers sneaking up her skirt, grabbing at her gorgeous thighs while he felt her up. It was a contact that she could have recoiled back from, but she accepted it. Even if he didn't tell her what a PAAG was. She was happy to receive his attention, needy, eager to know what it was like to have a man actually touch her for the first time in an eternity.
With nothing in his way and no warnings to stop, Sean got bolder, fingers slipping up her skirt, down her panties. He began to finger her, thick fingers plunging into her pussy, shocked at how tight it was while he urged his way into her, forcing her to writhe against him in a fit of utter shock, the surprise and the frustration inviting total surrender on her part. "You're going to love this," he promised into her lips, keeping up the makeout session while he held her against the wall, feeling her up and now rooting around inside her with his eager, probing fingers. Sean was determined to make her feel good, to make her melt against him with a fit of desire like nothing she could guard against.
But Rin was ready for it. She leaned back against his body, eyes fluttering while she let the attention leave her almost drunk on ecstasy. She felt so needy, so lost, so hopelessly hooked on anything she could get from him. The chance to feel good overrode everything else in Rin's in, and she pursued with shameless indulgence the idea that what she needed was finally right in front of her. Smothering ecstasies pressured her along in step by step surrender, a beautiful submission she accepted as the only path she could in good conscience accept. She was cheating on Shirou, but she was ready to like it, and ready to stop wondering if something was wrong with her.
Sean touched her like he adored her. Like he thought she was the most attractive woman in the world. It helped that he probably did think that. He was all over her, moving to touch her with the knowledge he had an opportunity to make an impression here. "If you were mine, you would never go wanting," he groaned. 'I'd fuck you every chance I got. You'd be so sick of sex."
"Not with that big cock of yours, I wouldn't."
"You felt it?' he asked.
"Saw it in the shower." Rin didn't mean to say that. Her eyes snapped wide open as she realized what she'd admitted, but before she could do anything to panic away from it, the fingers probed in deeper and his tongue invaded her mouth harder, driven now by a certainty that he had to impress. Rin was weak, dizzy, shaken by the excitement wearing at her while he made her feel so incredible; there was no way for this to end but with the drowning euphoria she craved most, and she was finally poised to get it. She was going to love what came next.
The steady, unstoppable rub of his fingers assailed her with a pressure that Rin had no hope of making sense of. She continued to crumble and falter, melting into the confusion throbbing across her body, the treat of decadence and desire making her head spin in uncontrollable urgency, so desperate and delighted while she accepted what he could do to her. Rin was falling faster into ruin, surrendering and falling and giving him a sense that she was ready to let whatever he wanted to do to her happen, melting into this certainty while more and more she accepted that she wanted it.
Then she came. She wasn't ready for when she came. Rin had never thought she was a squirter until she was firing off in gushing confusion against her panties and the hand holding her down. She bucked against him, writhing in creamy delight while the sticky mess she made all over the place warned of simple surrender. "That's just your fingers!" she gasped.
"Right. So imagine how hard my cock will make you gush."
Her legs buckled at the thought. she fell back against him, admitting, "I didn't mean to catch a peek of you in the shower. It just happened, and I--"
"You should have joined me," he told her. "Saved yourself some trouble."
"I have a boyf--I didn't want to cheat on--" Rin hated how hard this was. "I couldn't."
"Well, now you can get a better look at it." He turned her to face him again and pushed her down to her knees. Rink sank way to easily, her eyes wide up at him while she shuddered in frustration and surprise, confused and outraged by just how demanding these sensations were getting. His sweatpants came down, freeing his cock to swing upward and smack against her cheek.
It was massive! She knew it was. But being up close to it was something else; it felt, above all else, warm. Full of blood. Rin shook and squirmed a little as she took it in hand, whining, "I've never seen one so big before."
"I knew I'd get to be your first BBC."
"I don't know what these things mean," Rin whined, but she wasn't able to stop herself from licking and kissing all over his dick. she felt herself growing dizzy and hazy under the temptation upon her, the burning delights leaving her overwhelmed with lust and hungry for more.
"It means 'big, black cock', and it's what Asian girls find out they like better than their boyfriends from back home. Go on, lick it all you want. I know it's bigger than his. He wouldn't deserve you even if he was fucking you, but if he's not? I'll keep you satisfied."
With a cock like she, she knew he could. Shuddering in hopeless desire, Rin opened up for him, moaning her way through sucking him down, melting into the obsessive, hopeless desire that kept her wanting to lose herself. She was hungry and needy, so desperate under these satisfactions, letting he mouth embrace the opportunity while she trailed her tongue along his length, trying to map out the sheer size of his cock, trying her best to explore this and to make sense of what she was doing.
She felt like she had to try. Like the only possible path forward for Rin was to embrace the idea of losing herself, letting sloppy attentions praise along his length, letting the obsession guide her in everything she offered him. Shirou's cock was nothing like Sean's, and she couldn't bring herself to feel guilty about thinking that way when he wasn't even using what he had on her. She had to accept this for what it was and throw herself into the unreasonable burn of these intoxicating feelings. This was an incredible burn of satisfaction and frustration, the all-confusing, compromising burn of pleasures she had to accept and give in to, melting under the temptation.
Her mouth opened up for him, and she pushed forward, both hands grasping his cock while she let her desire take her. she was clumsy and uncertain, the aimlessness of this desire leaving her feeling weirder about it all, but she was determined to try, falling into the outrageous delight and decadence of what called for more from deep within her. The idea of restraint never seemed more foolish to Rin while she tried to explore her way into tending to this amazing cock.
"Big, black cock," she repeated, trying to make sense of it. This was all so weird for her, but Rin tried to keep it going, moving with clumsy gestures and an opportunity to let herself find steadiness in all of it. She was enthralled, feeling like she was on the cusp of learning some kind of a lesson, and all she had to do was obediently keep sucking him down. So she worked deeper, bobbing along in back and forth surrender to this pleasure, moaning around his big, fat, black dick while she explored her way into this. she didn't have the slightest idea how to begin dealing with all of this, but Rin was determined, stubbornly, to throw everything she had into feeling this good, embracing the outrageous burn of satisfaction and lust ripping across her. Back and forth she worked, bobbing faster along his cock, giving herself to his size.
"Oh, that is so fucking good," groaned Sean, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her down a bit more. Shirou would have never. Truthfully, even when they had sex he wasn't very assertive. She needed more, and Sean once again proved that he offered so, so much more. She couldn't help but moan around his cock as he pulled her in, her pace quickening in tireless storms of sloppy euphoria, carelessly focused on making him feel good while everything fell totally to pieces for her.
Her cunt ached with need. she was soaking wet, drenched and hazy and lost to the idea that what she really needed was to accept her downfall while it all came to bear. She couldn't contain the idea of losing her mind to all of this, the intoxicating surge of a confusion and a hunger too wicked to be able to manage, and underneath all this commotion was the offer of something truly beautiful. She needed it all, drowning under the smother demands and desperation of these sloppy excitements all tearing through her. Everything built up all at once in an overbearing storm of surrender and confusion, one made to be the undoing of the poor mess down on her knees to take it.
Sean blasted rope all over her face, groaning out in senseless, grinding satisfaction as he fired off shot after shot of hot spunk all over the pretty girl on her knees. Rin took on all of it with ravenous delight, moaning out in acceptance and excitement while Sean gave her this degrading finish. She'd never taken a facial so massive, but Sean didn't just have a giant cock; he had the loads to back it up. She took on the wild bukkake with a big smile and a shameless throb of the most hopeless, most exciting of these pleasures, caught in the idea of total surrender, unable to make any sense of everything that tore across her.
There was no downtime; he grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her down the hall, rushing her away to get at more of her without wasting any time. Rin was startled by the urgency with which he pulled her down the hall, shoving her into his bedroom, almost throwing her onto the bed. Face-down and ass-up, one hand tugging up her skirt and the other slapping one of her big cheeks. "You wore these for him?" he asked.
"Y-yeah," she whined.
"And he still didn't fuck you?"
"Yeah!"
"Loser." Tugging them out of the way, Sean kept the pretty panties on her perfect ass but free her pussy for his taking, his massive cock head pressing against it. "I didn't think I'd find a cute Japanese girl to black when I came to London, but I'll take it."
Rin didn't need to ask what 'black' meant as a verb. She could follow that just fine enough, at least until his cock rammed into her and she was confronted by the surge of something so intense it overrode any semblance of real thought inside of her, trapping her in a burning sense of confusion and panic that she felt herself desperate to give up to, and as he got to work at ramming deep and hard into her, the speed and the vigor behind his unrelenting thrusts called to what Rin needed most.
Sean grabbed her round hips, ramming forward with truly hopeless, careless delight, driven by a greed beyond reason to make this situation work out for is every benefit. The wickedness behind each stroke and each push into attention brought with it something that couldn't be helped, careless escalation of pleasures and passion inviting within her something that she was determined to work through, making the most now of an idea that continued to beg her down. she was lost to this insanity, the deeper surge of overbearing delight and desire brought with it a moment of crushing urgency, the mad euphoria and the inescapable relief of something that had to be given up to completely.
His cock never felt bigger than it did when stretching her pussy out. "I feel like a virgin!" she walked, her fat ass crashing back against Sean's lap again and again while her body moved in erratic swells of total euphoria. The gleeful slide of surrender left her to give in to the surge of confusion and delight, the almost decadent excitement of letting his huge cock wreck her. Rin saw, felt, and heard all that she needed to. The pleasure was outrageous, demanding from her more than she was prepared to give, but she was determined to let it break her down, screams of euphoria and hunger leaving her lips again and again while she allowed herself to break. She lost herself in full to what he did to her, unable to make sense of the overpowering desires that all called to her needs to lose control.
Confidence carried Sean forward in endless excitement, delighting in the opportunity to fuck her raw and hard, to keep up a speed meant to make Rin lose her mind fully, and there was simply no way for her to escape this pleasure. He couldn't hold it back, pounding ruthlessly into her, throbbing and aching with the pressure building into total mania, the madness and the excitement that beckoned him onward. This was a disaster, a mess of these deeper, more reckless pleasures desperately building into these wicked attentions. Burning without reason through the pleasure in all of it, this was a destructive, relentless pressure building up into total lust. If he could steal her out from under Shirou, he never would have forgiven himself for not taking the chance.
And it worked. The surging decadence all came on with delirious, senseless excitement, aches of a simple desire so sinfully ripping across her body. This was everything that Rin needed, her thoughts falling apart while she allowed him this to ruin her. She couldn't slow down, couldn't behave herself. She just gave in, deeper and faster and wilder, until there was nothing left.
If there was a shred of guilt or decency left inside of Rin, then she would have at least had the sense and decency to ask him not to cum inside. She didn't even muster up that much. Howling out in mad surrender, Rin hit her orgasm, pussy squeezing down around the big, black cock stuffed inside of her. Her eyes rolled back, ecstasy like nothing she could have ever imagined before tearing across her, treating her to this moment of total surrender and obsession. As Sean filled her to the brim with his cum, she felt freed, like everything just locked into place. She couldn't help herself.
She couldn't stay with Shirou now.
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"I'm moving to New York," was what she told Shirou as the semester came to an end. He didn't bother to fight it. He didn't complain about it.
He just told her, "There's good magi in New York," and she was off.
Out of his life. Into Sean's. She could continue to tutor him while she learned everything she could about magic in turn. They could grow together, the magus power couple that she thought she and Shirou were going to be. They moved back in to where Sean used to stay and she pursued her magic in America.
At least, when she wasn't getting folded in half by her hunky new black boyfriend.
"Don't stop pounding my slutty Asian pussy with that big, black cock!" Rin shrieked, her ankles up at her ears while she was mating pressed on the bed. They hadn't unpacked anything yet; her bags were all waiting by the door. The bed didn't even have a sheet on it yet, but already it had a needy Japanese slut getting her cunt pounded into oblivion on it. That was what mattered most. Rin had seen about ten minutes of New York and gone right back to what she needed most.
Sean had been fucking Rin for weeks until the end of the semester behind Shirou's back, but having her folded in his bedroom back home and fucked stupid was a different excitement entirely. He reveled in the power it granted him, surges of pure aggression and desire guiding him forward while he embraced the excitement of just letting this all tear across him. Now, her boyfriend was dumped, and it was just them. Just him and Rin, official and lost and losing themselves with nowhere to run.
"I'm going to keep my cock buried inside you while I sleep," he promised. "Fuck you tonight until we're too tired to move."
"Please! I'm ready to finally have a man who knows how to take care of me!" Rin was overjoyed to be freed, to be fucked like she needed to be under the worsening storm of what he could do to her. She was determined to let him dominate her in a show of total surrender, the surging surrender and euphoria leaving her to continue loving this mess, a slide into the deeper insanity carrying her to keep losing her mind here. It was such euphoria t to give herself in to, drowning out her thoughts under the idea of earnestly wanting to lose all control. She needed to let it all loose, falling to pieces in burning euphoria while her moans rang out.
They didn't have to worry about being quiet. Rin wasn't sneaking times away from her boyfriend to get her back blown out. It was just her and this fat, black dick any time she wanted it, and she was free to let it all out. "Breed your ricebunny right here on your bed, you fucking stud. I'm your woman. I'm your dirty Asian whore, your fat-assed PAAG slut brought home so you could show everyone what a good blacked bitch I am." The words were almost second nature now to Rin; she'd adopted all the vulgarity and the chaos of these callous obsessions while she fell into deeper obsession with this mess upon her, pleasures feeling messier and more hopeless while acceptance tore through her body. Rin knew exactly what she was now and how to play the part, giving herself up to this storm while Sean did the hard work of fucking her senseless.
She'd learned all the dirty talk, picked up all the slang, and paid that forward now in being his plaything without hesitation, crumbling under the euphoria and the weight of her desires to make a grand, spectacular mess as she came again. Her gushing pussy was ready, spraying everywhere while she howled out in euphoria, eyes going cross, body sinking into the depths of unreasonable bliss and allowing these messes of excitement to be her undoing. Sean held her down, pumping her full of cums, reveling in how much of a mark he could leave on turning Rin into his needy ricebunny slut, an insatiable sex machine with a blacked fetish and a willingness to play into all of this insanity.
And she didn't miss Shirou. Not even a little.
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The last time Rin put on nice underwear to surprise a boyfriend, she got so pissed off she cheated on him. Rin knew this time, things would be different. More appreciated. Sean fucked her constantly, giving her praise for her 'big, fat, Japanese booty' and bouncing her on his cock every chance he got. It was the chance she needed in life, made all the better by the simple attention that he made sure to ply her with again and again into endless insanity. She felt loved and appreciated every day she spent with him, and she was always happy to foster that obsession. Sex had gone from something she couldn't goad out of her man if she tried to something that took up frightening amounts of time.
But she was still killing it in her studies, which only made Shirou's insistence more pathetic.
Rin ordered the underwear special online just for Sean. A simple black sports bra and thong that read 'BLACKED' along its band. Just what Sean would want to see his ricebunny wearing. She felt so sexy in it, too. A way to proclaim her love of BBC all over her body. A pair of spade earrings, a choker with a Q on it, and black nail polish helped accessorized with the underwear for the sake of making him go crazy. Her body was ready, set in firm obedience to this mess while she prepared herself for the utter insanity awaiting her.
Sean came home to see her big ass up in the air for him, wiggling along in back and forth excitement. "Do you like what you see?" she asked, casting a wanton glare over her shoulder, flashing him fuck-me eyes and pleading for him to get on top of her and take her as hard as he could.
"Baby, you look straight out of a blacked shoot," he said, rushing toward her, grabbing her big ass and giving it a smack while he reached his other hand for her hair, pulling it all into his grasp in anticipation. "Are you a magus or a porn star with that body?"
"Maybe I can be both," Rin moaned, sticking her ass up higher, welcoming his attention coming down on her. The shudders of desire and greed begged her along with a need and a desire she was determined through stubborn passion to want to give herself to fully. There was something about letting this take her that all became too distracting and enticing. She was ready for him to be all over her, for his touch to drive her crazy with excitement and warmth, desire building into uncontrollable satisfaction while she braced for this impact.
Sean tugged her tong aside before he grabbed up against her body from behind, tucking under her legs and yanking her up, folding her knees up into her shoulders while ye tugged at her, pulling her over his cock for a full nelson as he set his sights on her perfect ass hole. "Sounds to me like you're into that," he taunted, starting at the greedy spectacle and excitement of sliding his cock up her big ass. "How's a Japanese girl go from small town mage to blacked PAAG porn star wannabe?"
"By having an insatiable black stud of a boyfriend to teach her to listen to her body," moaned Rin, shuddering in hopeless delight as he sank her down onto his cock, imposing this ecstasy upon her with immediate and impatient delight. Her defenseless ass hole yielded immediately to the BBC sliding into it, her body trained now to receive and appreciate while these lusts got the better of her, and all that she had to do was accept the greedy slide into this euphoria while her body learned the hard way what she was faced with. Rin had simple desires now, needs burning without a care across her and inviting her to need to let go of any control or restraint while she allowed herself this opportunity to fall apart. She knew exactly what she craved down in her very core, and her body was ready to accept all of these intoxicating throbs of desire and excitement as she succumbed to the weight of this mess upon her.
Deep thrusts took great delight in the careless hunger he pressed on with, pressuring her with each stroke to receive his worst and to crumble in the name of acceptance for his mighty cock. There wasn't a shred of sense or reason that could spare her now from what she was faced with, the demanding and delirious hunger of what she was faced with. Sean wound himself up, pounding up into Rin's tight ass hole and embracing the pleasure, eager to fuck her into a state of creamy delirium while he used her, powerfully driven by a singular pursuit and a goal of pleasure that left her totally lost to the aching excitement and the commotion that this offered. He was ready to make her his, pounding readily away with merciless elation and a need to push her to her limit.
Moaning out in cock-drunk euphoria, the idea of losing control came on with incredible desire, throbbing across her body with a weighty insistence that Rin was happy to let rip through her, every moan dizzy and wanton, drunk on the opportunity to let all these pleasures tear her apart. "You're such a fucking slut," he groaned. "I didn't think you'd be this into it, but you're deeper than I am now, aren't you?"
"N-no, you're pretty deep in my guts right now," whined Rin, her cock drunk stupor only feeling better and better the more she welcomed him upon her. The ecstatic, almost exhausting rush of these pleasures brought with them a certainty that she continued to melt into, drowning under the simple idea that what she wanted most was to surrender to these simply pleasures, the crushing urgency and obsession of pleasures she was determined to give herself to with a crushing pleasure she welcomed with a mindless need for more. She felt weightless in his powerful arms, worked up and down on his cock with such careless attention. He fucked her ass so hard. Too hard. She couldn't believe she could handle all of it, just as much as he couldn't believe how big her ass was.
A match made in heaven. He'd turned her into a total buttslut, his huge cock able to get past her fat cheeks and stuff her guts with pounding greed, senseless pleasures and greeds carrying her into the destructive excitement of pleasures too wild for her to be able to make sense of. the crushing surge of crumbling ecstasies and desires brought with it all something she was powerless to ignore, surrendering to the joy and the hunger of crumbling delights, lost to the ecstatic greed and the lust she welcomed with little in the way of sense, a careless burn of all the pleasures and the desires she was determined to accept here, crumbling under the idea of total desire she was determined to let ruin her completely. The spectacular, drowning joys of giving in to this all brought her to a state of submission so stern and so incredible that she struggled to contain herself.
Her moans were desperate, hungry, throbbing through drunken euphoria and a spectacle of stupor and confusion that left her falling to pieces. The weight of these submissions was absolute, and all that Rin wanted was to let her ass get ruined by this big, black cock once more, for her body to be taken to the limit by the determination and the pressure ripping her asunder, until she had nothing left but absolute bliss. Squirting orgasms had become pitifully common, the norm for the sloppy ricebunny to her utter delight. Ecstatic and squeaking through this hopeless rush of desire, she let herself give in to this bliss, screaming out in urgency and passion while the euphoria tore through her. Sean flooded into her guts, pumping her to the brim with his load and giving her something to surrender to in shaky shudders of total bliss, throbbing in decadence and feeling like she had been pushed to the rightful limit of her abilities.
And she loved it that way.
"So if I start letting people know I'm blacked, you don't mind?" she purred.
"You can tell anyone you want," Sean groaned, tugging her hair back and pulling her into a kiss.
"Not just that," she cooed. "I... well, you said it. I look like a blacked porn star. So why don't we..."
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The first post on 'ricebunnyinred' was a picture of Rin on her knees in her new blacked lingerie with Sean's cock draped across her face, blocking out her eyes, captioned with, "I got blacked so hard I dumped my boyfriend and moved to America."
The next picture was of a blowjob aftermath, with mascara running and cum caked all over her face in wild, sloppy attention. It was captained with, "See how it happened," and an Onlyfans link.
In the video, Rin's head hung off the edge of the bed, her tongue hanging out, mouth open in obedient, shuddering excitement, the escalating pleasure that held her with incredible desire and relief, a pressure she felt trapped in with crushing desires making her want to fully succumb to what was being asked of her. Sean eased his way into frame, his lengthy cock giving him an opportunity to step in slowly and flaunt his size as it eased its way toward the open, hot, waiting mouth of the cock-dumb Japanese girl on the bed.
"I love Asian cocksuckers," he said as he slipped his dick into her mouth. One prolonged, eager thrust was all he needed, documenting for the camera his readiness to push forward and make her give right up to what he wanted from her. Rin took it down, the slow slide of cock into her throat making her body shudder in hopeless excitement and elation while he pushed forward to give her what she needed so badly.
Rin's first interracial blowjob had been slower, more patient, and not been nearly as deep as it ought to have been. This was different. She'd learned to take him down and how to give proper ricebunny head, or at least what Sean thought that took. His cock slipped into her throat, pressuring her with an insistent shamelessness pressuring her to want to keep embracing with hopeless pressures and excitements building into the idea of giving up to all of this. His balls pressed against her face and the thrusts began in ruthless earnest, seeking to overwhelm Rin with the pounding, feverish attention she craved, moans stirring within her while she struggled to take down the BBC waiting to inflict its worst upon her.
Struggling, sputtering, gagging up a storm, Rin was happy to receive it all and to fall apart immediately for what was being done to her. Slurping through the madness of giving in, she was overwhelmed by the sheer elation of letting him pound into her, gagging through the sloppy rush of these pleasures while she fell victim to the idea of total submission. She couldn't contain the pleasures upon her, overwhelmed by the desires and the passions that started at wearing her down without hesitation, and all she could do was take it.
"Gluk gluk gluk gluk gluk," Rin struggled, thrashing on the bed, grabbing at her breasts and her body, touching herself in full view of the camera while keeping her head hanging off the edge the sake of this crushing sweep of pure euphoria. She was crumbling under this all, lost to the pleasure she couldn't possibly fight off, trapped in irresistible throbs of a desire digging senselessly into the idea of losing all control. Rin let it consume her, obsessive and ecstatic desires rushing through a body built for BBC and eager to receive. Each deep slam down her throat left her feeling better and hotter under the relentless turmoil of her own submission, a passion and a hunger that ached without reason across a body prepared to go deep.
He went deep, too. Ramming down her throat with all his might, Sean had her choking, struggling, shuddering in desperate euphoria while she let him rule her body with is fat dick and his ruthless pace. His strength all focused itself in on making her surrender. Bubbles of spit rose around her lips while she sank into the outrageous commotion and the satisfaction that kept her crumbling, trapped in the simplicity and the decadence of decadence of simply letting herself be ruled by this dizzy fit of lust. He groped one of her beasts through her BLACKED bra and threw himself into the vigor and commotion of throatfucking her on camera.
Visibly fingering herself while this pleasure swept across her, Rin laid it on thick, marveling as the camera documented everything tearing through her. She never thought she'd enjoy being filmed, but the thought of letting everyone see how blacked she was, of making porn and indulging in all these feelings without dignity... It excited her. She was committed to her obsession and her kink, accepting the chance to burn with outrageous excitement and the warmth she lustfully slid into, the deepest reaches now of a pleasure and a desire she sank into.
Sean pulled back to erupt all over her face, groaning his way through a big, gooey release all over her that left Rin gasping out in joy, fingerfucking herself in blatant joy while she gave her a facial for her trouble. She loved all of it, reveling in the ugly ache of these feelings of molten desire, knowing she was well on the path now into total euphoria as she just kept chasing her utter surrender. Rin looked to the camera in cross-eyed obsession, delighted by what she felt and by the sheer exhaustion holding her so tightly; there felt like nothing she could do to make this all saner, the tiring plunge into dizzy ecstasies that tore her thoughts to pieces in brilliant storms of surging, drunken ecstasy.
Looking to the camera, she burned with hopeless euphoria and a cock-drunk need only to keep being taken. "My name is Rin, and I'm a slave for BBC," she told them, declaring herself readily into this new frontier of insanity.
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Rin took to social media and Onlyfans like a fucking pro. She started dressing in all manner of spade jewellery, even throwing spades into her everyday clothes. She couldn't help herself; the attention and the money flowing it was great. She didn't, strictly speaking, need every dime so intensely, but it was nice to have the cash flow, nice to know she could make some good money. And a fat-assed Japanese girl taking BBC was a hot commodity; she was pulling in good money in only a few weeks, with her gorgeous body and cute face immediately making her A big deal. took that as a good reason to commit to this craziness.
Her and Sean's profile as magi continued in turn; their studies went amazingly, and as a couple, they complemented one another amazingly. Rin's sharp intellect and magical talent paired well with the raw potential that Sean honed down into something powerful, backed by his strength significantly. It pulled a lot of attention to them--and away from her past studies at the Clocktower--while their names rose. It was alongside this magical notoriety that Rin continued to build her following as a blacked slut. It was with pure delight that she built up this dubious reputation, walking the line of this dubious spectacle with unbreakable pride.
She would finish attending a dinner with important magical people and then go back to the hotel they were staying at to record blacked porn.
The light was terrible and the camera on Sean's phone wasn't that good, that hardly mattered when it came to watching Rin's fat ass bounce on it. She rode him reverse cowgirl style, showing off her booty with each slam down while she took him in, moaning, "We just got back from a party, and nobody knew I wore my blacked underwear," while she bounced there, still in her bra and her spade choker while she got used without a care. Set upon him with total delight and the urgency behind this sloppy persistence, she let her perversion s carry her as usual, throwing all sense away while she took him in deep and proved how ready she was to beak for his massive cock.
Sean gave her ass a smack boasting, "She wanted it so fucking bad that I had to keep her off me when I went to the bathroom, she wanted to fuck right there in the restaurant."
"Just some anal, nobody would have known," Rin whined, throwing a flirty smile back over her shoulder while she kept her ass bouncing with persistent joy, the insistence and excitement behind this mess keeping her in wild, sloppy motion, the wicked desires showing off her slide int unquestioned ecstasy while she let it all take her.
But now they were back, in a dimly lit hotel room, all light focused on the bouncing Japanese cheeks that kept moving while she reveled in the idea of letting this allusion her. Up and down she moved, trying to contain the excitement burning through her, and under this senseless commotion came an incredible surge of total bliss. She moved with unerring excitement, the throbbing pleasures keeping her barely able to dela with these merciless feelings without sense under the demands and the pleasures she was determined to keep pushing on and on with, the excitement that pressured her to keep her falling deeper, drunk on the overwhelming and demanding, sending her into the spiraling obsession she loved to live in. Rin was committed to having her back blown out by BBC all day every day. The pleasures were too much for her to bear, and she remained committed to the absolute joy of giving in.
Sean continued to smack her ass, letting her naughtiness speak for itself while she put in the work for him, riding his cock with a clear desperation and a dizzy need to lose herself, caught in senseless ecstasies and excitements he was able to work trough, growing hungrier and more reckless while the pleasure pushed on with senseless, decadent delight. The indulgence behind every stroke was something that he couldn't possibly resist, overbearing, demanding, electric in its senseless pressures. Rin gave in to all of it with a smile on her face and a desperate need in her to be taken to the utter fucking limit. She came hard, howling out in fanatical delight as she soared up into these throbs of pure euphoria, desperate for more, aching for the chance to let herself unravel, and under this delight came a decadent need only to let herself unravel.
Rin played it up for the camera, leaning forward and throwing back with more abrupt gestures to keep feeding this commotion, a moment of senseless delight and euphoria proving just how far gone she was and how good she felt in losing herself to all of it, moaning with hopeless and fitful glee through the pleasures tearing across her. Every slam was a push toward the bliss she needed, cravings and urges pushing her to savour this big, black cock and everything she was ready to do with it. Rin moved like a pro, fucking down onto his cock with greed and satisfaction aplenty, welcoming the surge of total joy as she crashed into ecstasy without a moment's further sense.
For all her trouble, the brilliance of an unrelenting orgasm tore through Rin in surges of sweet madness, the euphoria that called to what she needed most, cravings pressuring her to have to let it all out. This felt like the most reckless and ruthless of pleasures she could have fathomed, the ecstatic rush of pulsing ecstasies leaving her flooded full of jizz, filled to the brim and left drowning in senseless satisfaction with a big smile on her face and no idea how to hold it together. She came her rains out, loving every second of submission and surrender as she rode it out, as Sean gave her a nice, big creampie to deal with. Rin took every drop of it, holding firm down on his cock until she had him wrung out, before lifting up finally to show off the dribble of cum out of her well used cunt. Sean's big load dripped out of her and back onto his cock, drooling along his length for a moment before she slammed her ass back down onto him.
She was unstoppable, just the way she wanted it.
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One of Rin's most successful posts featured her in a dogeza position in blacked underwear, down in front of Sean with only his cock in the frame looming over her, captioned with, "I left my Japanese boyfriend in another country to be with this BBC. My only regret is not making him watch before I dumped his ass." It was a massive smash, one of her biggest early booms in interest. She knew it well as one that always took these big upswells in activity and attention. She loved it, but she loved it as a post. As a thing on social media that accomplished goals. Utilitarian.
Returning back to Japan, though, it presented her with an interesting surprise.
Running in to Shirou was not really to her plan. She brought Sean back to Fuyuki with her to see her family after a year living in America, just a few weeks to visit her family and to show them her boyfriend--word had already traveled around about their magical exploits, but thankfully, their interracial exploits seemed to have passed most of the people in her town by. Not Shirou, though, who after some catching-up just cut right to the chase.
"Did you mean it about wanting me to watch"
Rin's eyes lit up. IT was out of nowhere, but it made her interest rise immediately. "You know?" she asked, biting her lip. "Or are you into it? Have you been watching your ex girlfriend's blacked videos like a cuck this whole time?"
Shirou's shockingly blunt, "Yeah," left her awestruck. He said it with no shame, as if it was just the expected, obvious answer.
Biting her lip, Rin dug in. "Sitting in the cuck chair at a love hotel, jerking off while I get wrecked by BBC right in front of you? No matter what I say?'
"I think I'd like to see it in person," Shirou admitted.
Rin had to hold back her laughter lest she end up coming off so bitchy that it drove him away, but now she had her in. She hadn't expected it, and she wasn't sure how to deal with it, but now she knew she had no choice but to give up to all of this scheming. "We're filming some content tomorrow at a love hotel. I think you should come along." Rin's eyes flashed with devious glee; she was going to make this into something special. She just knew she would.
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Positioned obediently on her knees, Rin slapped on every spade accessory she could to go along with her BLACKED underwear, positioned in front of Sean, knelt obediently, not taking up that dogeza position, but that was because her prostration was not the point here; Shirou's was. He sat in a chair facing the bed, the picture lined up to show him behind her head in perspective, on the edge of the frame and looking at the action as she leaned her way into the dizzying excitement and the pleasure of ugly spectacles that were about to be utter insanity.
"Keep a good eye on this, because this is how I stole her," boasted Sean while Shirou squirmed in his seat. Rin leaned forward with her hands grasping his cock, her lips parting, everything lighting up with ignition and greed.
Rin wasn't looking to dirty talk during the blowjob; laser focused, she began to praise him with sloppy licks and kisses, the messy cock worship that demanded her total surrender while she slurped and slobbered up the length of his shaft. "I'm such a needy slut for this cock," she moaned, fawning over him in a show of sweet desperation, the mania and the desire that called to her hungriest aches. She was caught in a state of pure madness while she tried to deal with the idea of uncontrollable lust ripping across her. Cock worship was an activity she'd treat through countless times and to damn good effect--her audience loved it--but this was special. Shirou was here.
Letting out an uncomfortable groan, Shirou squirmed a little in his seat as he beheld the sheer size of Sean's cock relative to Rin. He'd seen the videos, but it was different in person, something that intimidated him all the more while he tried to fathom the utter delirium taking him. He wanted to be more normal, steadying himself in spite of these baffling feelings while he sat there, taking his cock out and slumping back in the chair.
"Only big cocks deserve this kind of worship," Rin moaned, not necessarily calling out Shirou as small, but definitely not saying he was big. "Big, black cocks get worshipped by Asian girls because it's right." She continued to lick and slurp against his length, playing up this hazy pleasure while she adored him every which way, these pleasures bubbling up into total insanity, the pressure and the madness of manias that continued in senseless earnest to become too much for her to bear. She let it all build into absolute insanity, the hunger and spectacle of desperations that she felt herself eager to welcome without a shred of sense now.
Her mouth opened, and she sucked him down in steady, overbearing delight, embracing the pleasure that urged her along in sloppier decadence, eager desires building inside her while she let go of everything that could have been in the way of this. She acted like Shirou wasn't there while she slurped him down, moaning, slurping, cooing in senseless ecstasy, urgent desires keeping her giving in with drowning euphoria and chaos keeping her losing her mind without a shred of dignity while she embraced the wicked desecration inviting her to let go. Faster she went, throwing herself into this, trying to embrace the unrelenting greed and the hunger of giving up completely.
"Gluk gluk gluk," she struggled, eyes rolling back in her head while Rin gave up to the idea of total submission, letting go of all sense to keep pursuing this pleasure in senseless pleasures too sloppy to contain, the unbearable rush of desires and excitements keeping her trapped in the idea of submission and desperation. She felt these sloppy delights rip across her, ecstasies surging without dignity toward these ideas of giving in. She gagged down Sean's cock, giving him head with the urgency and the decadence of a storm beyond sense. Touching herself and throwing it all out, she showed off to Shirou how she gave head now--and how she never did for Shirou--when it came to Sean. She sucked and slurped in tense, hopeless elation, the euphoria of pleasures she continued to throb within, stirring ecstasies leaving her ready to keep this mess going, a pursuit of the most senseless and most wicked of desires. She was greedy beyond reason, and she loved every second of it.
"Yeah, you're the fucking best," groaned Sean, paying even less attention to Shirou, focused only on the pretty little Japanese slut on her knees for him. A nice, typical time getting his dick sucked, the shameless glee carrying him to take this all to the limit, messy aches and desires building into the furthest reaches of pleasure beyond sense. Obsessive, reckless, wicked, totally removed from sense, these wicked pleasures became something too impossible to deal with.
Drool dripped down Rin's chin while she listened to the uncomfortable groans from Shirou, knowing he was beating off harder now while this all fell apart. It was a mess of crumbling, decadent delights, the rush of confusion and pressure building into total mania while this all came together. Pleasure beyond reason invoked something destructive, messy, and built on a foundation now of total bliss. Obsessive beyond reason and sense. She just kept sucking, letting the show play on with insistent, escalating chaos, a pleasure she threw herself in to knowing full well that there was no end in sight for the insanity awaiting her. She just kept putting on this show, not just for the camera here, but no for the chance to make sure that Shirou caught every second of her total fucking surrender.
She didn't' stop until Sean was groaning, grabbing her hair, tugging her down and fucking her face more aggressively. This wasn't a cock worship blowjob anymore, but an unbridled facefucking pressuring her with the unrelenting passion and chaos that the moment called for. Dripping wet and accepting this mess, Rin let it happen, allowed him to pressure her on her path into molten obsession and relief in the pursuit of the pleasures sure to rip her apart and break her down completely, the pleasures she was ready to let break her down utterly. She accepted these pleasures with no hope of making this all slow down, the callous bliss and confusion and pleasure of total bliss leaving her to completely fall to pieces, unraveling under the idea of losing all sense, chaotic and senseless in uncontrollable bliss to leave her fall to pieces. It was too much. Too good. Too perfect.
Another big load all over her face. just as Rin craved. Just as Rin deserved. Just as Shiro wanted, given the noise he groaned with as he watched Rin take a big, gooey, blacked facial. He shook in frustration, the almost uncontrollable panic rising within him while he beheld all of it, left with so many questions and no idea how to ask them.
"Sean, sweetie," moaned Rin. "My hung, dark stud. My black king... Why don't you pick up your PAAG whore and fuck her right in front of her ex while he beats off and watches what he lost?"
"I was hoping you'd ask that." Sean picked Rin up off of the floor and turned her around, yanking her panties down before lining her up for a full nelson, folding her in half and slamming down into her cunt with a readiness beyond reason. He started in groaning satisfaction at the pleasure of forcing her down his dick, letting loose all the commotion and excitement he could muster. Relentless strokes up into her waiting cunt pounded with merciless delight into these feelings of sloppy desire.
"You wouldn't even fuck me, Shirou! I wanted to be a good girlfriend, and put on the sexiest underwear I owned to let you fuck me because I felt guilty about how I kept looking at this American hunk. And you turned me down! Now the best you get is being a cuck while I take this big, black cock, and I won't even give you a free month of my Onlyfans to do it; you deserve to have to pay to see the girl you lost!" She really let him have it, playing it up a bit and pressuring him with the senseless attention's and commotions behind the pleasure leaving all sense departed in this utter mess. The pleasure was there for her to be torn apart by, screams of shameless euphoria leaving her to thrash about in her man's strong arms.
Shirou slumped back in his chair, little reaction on his face, but the stern steadiness of beating off making clear that he was happily lost to this, stroking faster while he watched Rin go. There was no use in doing anything to try and fix this when he was facing a girl so committed to being blacked and to Sean. He was just in the way, and now he got to watch that firsthand from the cuck chair.
"I should have made you watch him fuck me that night. I should have called you up and let you watch him break my cunt in after you told me I should focus on homework instead of fucking me. You deserve this." She couldn't stop the mean-spirited burst of cackling bliss while she dug into him. "Now I'm blacked, and I'm never going back, and Asian girls tell me they've dumped their boyfriends to get blacked too. Especially the ones with big, fat, perfect asses like mine, who realize black men appreciate them in ways Asian men don't." Rin spent way too long thinking about the things she'd tell Shirou if she ever got the chance to put him in the cuck chair, and now, she did it. "You fucked up so bad it's ruining other guys' relationships!"
Doing hi best to focus on fucking away in careless euphoria, Sean didn't involve himself in any more of the dirty talk. He just let his thrusts wear down at Rin, keeping up the pace without hesitation, unrestrained and desperate in this wicked euphoria, throbbing harder while he proved how ready eh was to go all out. All this mess wasn't his problem to dela with, he weas just the lucky guy who got to make it happen and fuck Rin stupid. No restraint, no sense, just raw, all-out euphoria. The pleasure all built up into insanity and euphoria, the endless reaches of sloppy bliss and the depth of pure depravity carrying him forward at any cost. This was about getting the pleasure he wanted most, and throwing himself into this senseless craving.
Rin moaned as hard as she could. "Black cocks are just better. I'm not even mad at you, Shirou. I'm glad you were a shitty boyfriend. I'm glad you fumbled a girl with a fat ass and a big heart, because it led me to a man with a fat cock and a big heart, and we're made for each other. I'm happier, I'm getting fucked all the time, and I'm raking in so much money taking BBC from cucks like you who can't compare to black guys. My life was better because you were such a shitty boyfriend, which is why I want you to cum while this black stud pumps another load into me on camera, and all the world gets to know you got off seeing your ex get blacked."
The word drove Rin over the edge, her eyes rolling back, her moans ecstatic and greedy as she accepted the pleasure in full, embracing these senseless, destructive whims while it all tore her apart. She acme her brains out, babbling and aching in senseless delight while the lusts tore her to shreds, and she accepted in full the idea of losing her fucking mind. She gave in to all of it with crumbling, senseless delight, cursing decadence and obsession treating her to the idea of losing her mind, the careless, callous joy she was eager to give herself to, surrendering to the idea of letting this all just ruin her.
Sean came in her, his cock throbbing, pulsing, firing off a massive load deep into Rin's womb. Less intense and less voluminous, Shirou came on the floor, leaning forward and groaning out in joy as he let it all go, cumming with the almost uncontrollable joy and relief of what he couldn't really fight off, these depths of shame and confusion becoming too much to handle, the pleasure hitting him without a shred of pride; there was no good way to cum in the cuck chair, in that regard.
Cross-eyed, shaky, smiling at Shirou, Rin moaned, "I can't wait to cuck you next year again."
"Yeah," Shirou nodded.
The yearly Fuyuki visit to her ex to cuck him was soon to be the signature of Rin's online presence and the most hype video release she put out every year. Back to America she went to continue her dual life as both a magus and a porn star, and to involve her man's talents in sex and magic to make sure he was entwined in both of them. She'd said a lot of mean things to Shirou, some of them she meant, some of them she played up, but the biggest one, the most true one, was the one where she told him he'd changed her life for the better.
How could she ever be mad at a guy who sent her into the arms of a man who gave her all this?