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Becky's Deal

By: engywwok



I met Laurie when Becky, her daughter, was only two years old. Only a couple of months ago we celebrated Becky's college graduation. It was a proud moment for both of us. Becky had been a wonderful stepdaughter and great student until she graduated from high school. Then, as if all thirteen years of strict parochial school just evaporated; she started college as a drinking party girl. 

Becky survived her first year away but her scholarship didn't. So, at my urging, she left her first choice school and came home to finish her degree. The local college didn't have the same prestige or name recognition but it did have lower tuition and classes close to our house. 

Being forced to move home must have been a blow to Becky's pride. She stayed with Laurie and I for a year then moved into an apartment with three other girls. The apartment was in a bad section of town but it was clean and her roommates were more interested in their GPAs than boys and booze. In this new environment, Becky redoubled her efforts and graduated at the top of her class. 

Laurie and I took great pride in Becky's apparent turn around. That bursting pride wasn't nearly has great, though, as the pride I felt when I saw the job offer Becky was entertaining. A large pharmaceutical company made her an offer with a starting salary that was nearly as big as my current income. It was an unthinkable opportunity. Maybe that's why Becky made her deal with Mr. Jackson. 

Bradley Jackson lives three doors down from us. He's an elderly African American widower who raised his three sons before he moved onto our street. Though, I really never knew him very well, Brad appeared to be a pretty descent guy. 

A week ago last Tuesday, around nine o'clock, I got a call from Becky. I was in my morning Quality Assurance meeting. The departmental assistant broke into the meeting and told me that I had an emergency phone call. Fortunately, the emergency was limited to a car accident involving Brad and Becky. No one was hurt. Evidently, Brad was pulling around a construction crew and hit our Lexus that Becky was driving. Becky called because she needed our insurance agent's phone number. 

When I got home, Becky told me that she had spoken with our insurance agent and since the accident was Mr. Jackson's fault, his insurance was responsible for the repairs to the Lexus. I was so relieved that I didn't bother to ask very many questions. After all, it seemed pretty straightforward to me. 

Even though the body shop was closed, we drove over to take a look. The car was in the middle of the lot, parked alongside a cinder block garage. The front driver side quarter panel was smashed in and there was an ugly dent from the front of the driver's door to the tail light. After walking up and down the fence line, getting the best view of the car I could, I asked Becky if she was sure she wasn't hurt. Becky replied solemnly, "I'm fine. I had the car at a dead stop and Mr Jackson came around and hit the side. I had my seat belt on. The airbags didn't even deploy. I'm fine." 

The next evening I thought I would be a good neighbor and check in on Brad. I explained that I just wanted to make sure he was okay. Under his breath he said that he was fine and asked how my stepdaughter was doing. I told him Becky was fine. He nodded and breathed sibilantly "that's good, that's good." I felt sorry for him. He must have felt awful that he had caused the accident. He's a big man, with a good sized belly and a head of graying hair. He moved slowly almost painfully. Not doubt the jolt was hard on him. We didn't talk much about the accident, each time I said something about it he invariably changed to topic to Becky. Her college education, how she looked like her mother, Laurie, and that I must be proud to have such a beautiful and smart stepdaughter. I nodded but before I could continue he said that his oldest son was like Becky, a real go getter. He and his wife had three boys the same age as Becky. One, Darren, had a learning disorder. He comes around every now and again. I listened to him for awhile and then bowed my head and began to leave. That's when Brad said something that didn't mean anything until yesterday. "Starting a new job and all, she don't need an accident and all that stuff on her record." 

"Well accidents happen. I'm sure the insurance will to take care of it." I interjected as a way of derailing any accusation aimed at Becky. 

Brad stopped and smiled hard at me. He softened a bit as I stuttered through an explanation of accidents and how they were never really anyone's fault. 

With that soft smile, he bade me goodbye and turned to go back into his house. 

I heard Brad's words again yesterday when he spoke them in my house to Becky. I had taken a half day at work so I could pick up the insurance check and get the repair process rolling. Becky's rental car was in the driveway of our house, so I parked on the street. I entered the hallway through the open garage. 

Before I could announce that I was home, I heard "This'll be a good agreement. Your folks don't need to know about your drinking and smoking. You don't need all that stuff on your record." 

The voice was soft, deep and drawn out as if the words were pushed through clenched teeth. Then a response came, this voice I knew because I heard it every day. 

Becky said "Well, it's not going on my record. You saw to that. So let me see it."

Our downstairs hallway ends in the foyer. To the left is the living room and to my right was the big mirror Laurie bought last Christmas. I moved forward just enough to look through the mirror. 

Becky was standing in the middle of the room talking to Bradley who was sitting down on the couch. I'd never seen Becky like this. Her dark red hair was in loose waves over her shoulders. She had heavy eyeliner, lipstick and probably blush. My eyes weren't drawn to her face. She was wearing a tight, one piece black dress that accentuated her assets like Christmas wrap on an expensive present. 

Bradley was wearing a big yellow tooth smile. He ran his thick tongue between his lips and chuckled. "This is your..." Bradley stopped, licked his lips again and gave Becky a slow visual appraisal. He then continued with his speech by saying, "This is your bargain. You offered me, whatever I wanted if I'd keep your dark little secret. You told me that I would have whatever I wanted. Whatever I wanted." 

"What do you want?" Becky quickly countered. 

"First I ask the questions." Bradley said. Becky looked to the floor pressed her lips hard together and nodded. 

"That's good, now you had it right. Let's see it. Take that tiny little thing off" Bradley said with a point and wave toward Becky's thin dress. 

Bradley reached behind her. I heard the zipper slide down her back. In one motion she shrugged off the slutty attire and for a moment I stared into the mirror at the image of a ripe voluptuous woman. Becky's big breasts were capped with beautiful pink nipples that pointed slightly upward. Her tight, shapely ass was a perfect counter point to her huge tits. Just like Bradley, I let my eyes trace the line of Becky's flat stomach down to her perfectly shaped thighs and calves. She was standing perfectly still in a pair of shiny black 'fuck me' pumps 

My mind was blank. I couldn't stop them any more than I could stop looking. And I did look. Bradley lifted his ass up from the couch and unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. Still sitting on the couch he hauled out a huge uncircumcised cock that I could see even over the arm of the overstuffed couch. Becky stared open mouthed at the thick black meat. Watching her reaction, Bradley's face creased with a wide toothless grin. 

Becky licked her lips grinned and stepped between the man's two big legs. Without direction or prodding she dropped to her knees. After a few seconds, her head began to slowly bob up and down over his lap. 

"Oh yeah girl, you do that real nice. My boy hasn't had any attention for a long time. Keep that up, you're a fine girl a fine girl and a hell of a slut."

In spite of the subtle insult, Becky quickened her pace. She extended the soft tunnel of her mouth by wrapping her hands around the old man's shaft. Her head and mouth moved as one. Becky's head moved faster up and down. Her hips began to move from side to side and a deep moan emerged from her like a slow inexorable flood. It got louder and louder. It was an emblem of her pleasure. She loved what she was doing.

Bradley took a fistful of Becky's hair and pulled her down onto his crotch. With Bradley's thick elderly cock buried in her throat, Becky began to convulse. He let her gag a couple of times before releasing her hair. Becky fell back on her haunches. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

Bradley bellowed "I ain't interested in filling your belly with cum. Get up so we can do this right." 

Becky looked up at him blankly. For his age, Bradley is in pretty good shape. He has a bit of a paunch with two large jagged scars on either side of his navel. His large uncircumcised cock hung like a fire hose below a thatch of gray pubic hair. He walked over to my chair and pointed down at it. 

"Come on, get your ass over here, we don't have all day." He said flatly. 

Becky smiled wickedly, got up and walked seductively over to the recliner. 

"Do you want me to ride you while you sit in my Daddy's chair?" Becky asked with a finger playing at the edge of her lip. 

Bradley just said, "No" and grabbed my stepdaughter's arm and pulled her in front of him. Her back was flat up against his gut. Almost instantly she began to undulate her hips and abdomen so that her pussy rubbed his big cock.

"That's it baby. You know how to turn a black man on. Yeah keep doing it. You've had a black man before haven't you?" Bradley asked tauntingly through clenched teeth. 

Becky bent slowly over the arm of my recliner. As her elbows came to rest on the arm of the chair she arched her back so her pussy was in line with the old black man's huge, cock. When she was finally nestled into her mating position she looked back at Bradley with half closed eyes and said, "My Mom and Dad don't know it but yes, I've been with a black man. A couple really; I had a black boyfriend my first year at school. He introduced me to one of his friends and the three of us had a lot of fun. They taught me how to please a man. But, I guess we just partied too much. Oh, Mister Jackson I feel that big cock of yours. It must be aching to get inside me. Why are you waiting, fuck me. I'm all yours." 

Bradley pushed forward and then suddenly stopped. "Now hold on girl. It's been awhile for me. I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to make me cum quick so this will be over for you. But it aint going to be over." 

Still bent over the side of the chair and deeply impaled by his prodigious manhood and his belly resting on her ass, Becky twisted around and stared balefully at Bradley. 

Bradley didn't seem to notice her anger. Instead of addressing her hard gaze Bradley continued his soliloquy about his old penis. "My boy needs to learn how to love a woman. He's a shy one, nothing wrong with him, he's just a little backward around the women. So how far are you willing to go?"

Bradley was pressing against Becky, burying his meat deep inside her femininity. He bent over her, laying his weight across her white back, grabbed a handful of her hair, bared his teeth and growled, "How far are you willing to go?" 

He repeated the question several times. Then his hips began to thrust viciously into Becky. Becky braced herself across the chair. At first, it appeared that she was just trying to keep from being knocked over but then she twisted her back and arched it upward and her expression changed. Gone was her furrowed brow and hard stare that had been stubbornly focused on the floor. Now her mouth was in the middle of a moan. 

"How far is you willing to go? I never had so much as a ticket until you came along. Now I got people eyeing me, thinking I'm too old to be driving around. I'm not too old to fuck, so I'm not too old to drive. I've taken this shit all because a pretty girl doesn't want her Mom and Daddy to find out her drinking and drugging ways. Well, tell me bitch, how far are you willing to go? You said you'd do anything. Well what is anything. What is it?"

Bradley was gritting his teeth and pulling Becky's hair. To accommodate his vicious thrusts she had spread her legs. Now the old man had total access to her bare sex. But that wasn't enough for him. He shoved his cock all of the way into my stepdaughter and then held himself there. In a low growl he asked "How far are going to go, to keep this secret from that nice fancy new job of yours?" 

Fear flashed across her face but only for a moment and then she was back in control and she said "I'll do whatever you want." Her face was red and she was breathing hard. It was clear that Bradley had gotten it right. Her parents, friends and Church be damned; Becky was only worried about her new high paying career. 

"Say it again. Come on bitch, say it again. Say it!" Bradley goaded with a snort. 

Bradley's face broke into a huge nasty grin when Becky said in a meek voice, "I'll do anything you want." 

Bradley's voice changed into an intimidating growl and he thundered. "Now we are talking. I'm going to get more than just a little stank." 

Bradley shoved his hips forward so he looked like a rutting seal on the beach. Becky must have liked it, her eyes became slits and she exhaled another long low moan. Bradley jerked and made a beckoning gesture with his hand. 

Oh my God, he saw me! What the hell am I going to do? What am I going to do? What am I going to do? I can't go out there. I can't go out there. Pure terror stole the breathe from my lungs and all of the thoughts from my head. My life was over. 

Just as the rigor was draining from my tissues and a deepening resignation of my fate filled my soul, I noticed a movement. Bradley wasn't looking at me. No one was looking at me. What the fuck; there was someone else in the room with Becky and Bradley. 

Just then, another old black man strode over to Becky. I didn't know him but he was a physical opposite to Bradley. Where Brad was heavy with gray hair on his head, chest and around the root of his cock, this man was thin and bald. His head shone like a polished bowling ball. He was still wearing his pants and shirt but when he stood in front of my stepdaughter's face he methodically undid his pants and eased the zipper down. 

His pants fell to the floor showing a pair of white boxers above two impossibly thin, stick legs. He fumbled at the waistband of his underwear. His lips quivered as his head trembled and shook slightly from side to side. 

The man was angled away from me as he slid the boxers down his legs and Becky's eyes widened. She stared at the mute man's cock and didn't say a word as he stepped out of his boxers. He bent down to pick them up and turned to throw them back where he had come. I stepped to the left and put a hand on the wall in front of me. My heart was racing, I tried to calm my breathing, I was breathing like I had just run a marathon. I focused on the pattern in the wallpaper and slowly my breathing returned to normal. I ran my sweaty palms down my shirt and over the front of my pants. My cock was hard as a rock. I was too aroused for thoughts of propriety. I needed to see more. 

With both hands on the wall I leaned sideways until once again my eyes were full of my stepdaughter's debauchery. The skinny man was still angled away from me. His small, wrinkled black ass was hunched tight as he was leaning forward. I could see Becky's head bobbing up and down in front of him. She was still bent over the side of my chair with Bradley's meaty black cock buried in her pussy. 

My slim pale skinned stepdaughter was taking Bradley's portly manhood into her pussy while she sucked on the skinny black man's meat. She had shown little if any hesitation in accepting two large black cocks. The image of my stepdaughter as a pristine vessel was excoriated from my mind. The raw energy and unbridled enthusiasm showed me that she was enjoying the fucking she was receiving. Her unperturbed attitude and full acceptance of her base status evinced a hidden experience. Becky was an accomplished whore. 

The skinny black man began to moan. It was a low deep exhale that rattled his whole body. 

"My boy, don't you cum. Don't you dare cum." Bradley yelled suddenly. 

The skinny black man stepped back. In that moment I saw Becky's face. It was a mask of lust and desire. Her eyes never left the cock that she had been worshipping. In those eyes was the sorrow of a broken promise. 

The promise was bouncing in front of her. The skinny old black man's cock seemed to stretch from her chin to the top of her head. Unlike his body, his uncircumcised cock was thick with plum sized testicles hanging low below it. A long string of spit slowly fell from the base of the shaft onto the front of my chair. 

Bradley wagged his finger at the other man. "Don't you want to fuck this bitch?"

The skinny man nodded quickly so Bradley pulled his dick out of Becky's pussy and backed up, then motioned for the other man to take his place. The skinny man shuffled over and grabbed his cock with his hand and rubbed it up and down her soaking slit. 

Becky sucked lightly on her lower lip. Brad moved in front of her but was too far away for her to orally service his fat cock. It stuck out in front of him like an extra arm attached at the elbow beneath his belly. 

Becky's eyes widened as the man in front of her surged forward; forcing himself deep inside her with one brutal thrust. I looked at the man. He was skinny, his face was clean shaven and his bottom lip was wide and curled sharply down below his open mouth. I could have counted his ribs through the skin on his chest. He must have been around the same age as Bradley. His age showed in the wrinkles around wrists and the thin bags beneath his eyes. His elbows and knees were ashen. He seemed normal except that he obviously was not; there was something wrong that was not a part of his appearance. His thinking or demeanor kept him from being solid on his feet. 

The skinny man was mentally ill; that must have been why Bradley was defending him. He was shy around women but fine otherwise. That meant Becky was most likely his first or certainly one of the few woman he had ever stuck that hard black stick of a cock into. Bradley was sharing Becky with his mentally disabled "boy". 

"Tell me girl what are you doing?" Bradley asked in a booming voice. 

My eyes found him in the middle of the dining room. He was naked. His cock was gleaming from Becky's juices that hadn't dried yet. My God he was holding a video recorder. As he moved it front of his face his huge cock swayed like a tree limb caught by a sudden breeze. 

"What are you doing?" Becky asked. I'm sure she tried to sound demanding but just as she began talking the man behind her shoved his cock hard into her sex and began to fuck her relentlessly. The skinny old man looked down at her but seemed no more cognizant of her feelings than he probably was of her name. 

"I want to commemorate the moment." Bradley said without taking his eyes off the camera's display. 

Bradley began to wheedle Becky in a cloying sweet voice. "Now look up here into the camera. Don't be shy, come on girl look up into the camera.". 

Becky had dropped her head down between her arms and was moaning like she was getting a deep, full body massage. I guess, in a sense, that's what was happening and maybe that was why she stopped protesting. Keeping her face down, she swayed it from side to side. She suddenly stopped, faced the camera and said, "Mr. Bradley Jackson, shouldn't you be ashamed of yourself taking advantage of a young girl like me?" Becky's eyes became slits as she blew a kiss. 


Becky's Deal Ch. 02



After seeing Becky with her two 'friends' I decided to buy a surveillance system. Thank God for warehouse club. When I went on line I found that not only could I set cameras in every room; I could do it wirelessly and on the cheap. I could even spring for an upgrade in resolution. They had the whole thing at the warehouse on my way home from work. 

I told Laurie that I was working late. I unloaded everything onto my workbench and brought in each piece one at a time. One piece is easier to explain away or hide than an entire system. I took most of the night to mount and configure the motion detector and eight cameras. This particular system came with an app that would allow me to watch and control the camera settings through the internet; a nice addition since I couldn't take any time off work.

I tested the system's basic functionality by watching my dog prowl from room to room and saw Laurie sitting in the dining room poring over paperwork from her office. Then, after Laurie and Becky went to bed, I went into the garage and enabled the "Alert" mode. I closed the website and called the dog. Just as he pushed through the door an email popped up on my computer. I clicked on it and watched in real time our dog hunt through each room for any food that may have been dropped on the floor. I didn't get to bed until two in the morning.

I laid on my back and listened to Laurie for most of the night. Even though I had only gotten a couple hours of sleep, I was up with Laurie's alarm. I immediately went downstairs, let the dog out and while I was getting his food ready I double checked all of the cameras. These were nothing like the surveillance cameras you might see in the mall. These were small and discrete and not meant to be seen. The living room had three cameras, one at the top of the entertainment center, one on top of the bookcase and the other was in the planter by the door in the foyer. There were two more in the kitchen, one in the dining room and two in the basement. 

I had checked all of the cameras by the time Laurie came into the kitchen. They were well hidden but Laurie would spot them as soon as she sat down, so I made plans to remove them after work. I didn't have to worry about Becky; she'd be too busy to notice. Laurie left first, and since I normally left a couple of minutes after her, I took that time to open my laptop and check the URL for the web service. After entering my product information and creating the log-in credentials, I got a very clear image of each room. I only had to adjust the kitchen camera; all of the others caught their areas perfectly. Through my laptop speakers I could hear the click of the dog's nails on the wood floor as I watched him walk from room to room. 

At around 10:00 AM while I was sitting at my desk with my laptop with the air card plugged in an email flashed on the screen. I made myself take a few moments and just breath before I clicked on the link. It automatically opened with the tripped camera. I was looking at the empty living room. There was no contrast. Everything was washed out by the sunlight flooding through the open door. I switched over to the view from the foyer. 

Suddenly, a thick baritone filled my office with "Oh, Hell yeah." I couldn't get to the volume control fast enough because, there was the sound of a loud exhale and then "And to think, I thought that old fucker was lying."

The screen was filled with Becky's profile. A large black hand was holding back her hair and her mouth was full of a huge black cock. She was looking up into his face as he masturbated in her mouth. After a couple of minutes of bobbing her head up and down she cradled his balls with her left hand as she lovingly bathed his shaft with her wet tongue. She licked it slowly through a wide open smile. Each long deliberate stroke brought a deep sigh from the overweight black man sitting in front of her. His ashy knees were spread wide with his ponderous belly hanging just above the gray thatch of kinky pubic hair that had the object of my stepdaughter's affection sprouting out of it. She bathed his cock and balls with her pink tongue and soft red lips all the while moaning like a woman on the verge of an orgasm. 

Becky's hand was planted at the base of the thick black cock. Her small white hand was dwarfed by the thick meat she was pleasuring. Occasionally, she let the pointed uncircumcised head pop from her mouth and would stare at it for a moment before kissing and licking its length. It was while she was kissing the shaft that the black man began his lewd monologue. 

"You love being a slut." The statement was made in the same way he would have noted Becky's hair color. Then, when Becky tried to answer he commanded, "don't stop, I know the truth, you don't need to tell me. Not right now anyway. You're slutting on my cock; making it all wet and ready. Shit girl, I didn't even have to tell you to suck it. Yeah, my cock in your beautiful little mouth is like a hand in a glove. It's just where is should be."

Becky fell into a slow even rhythm. Her left hand was firmly holding the black man's huge cock so she could rock her whole body forward and accept its length into her throat. Like a puppy anticipating its next command, Becky's gaze stayed upward toward his face. She leaned forward and held herself tightly against his groin. The entire monster was inside her mouth and down her throat. She held her position while extending her throat to stimulate the underside of his cock. He groaned and she redoubled her efforts. I noticed her right hand. I had assumed she was using it to steady herself but no; she had the two middle fingers of her right hand buried deep in her pussy while her thumb rubbed her clit. 

Suddenly, he wrapped a hand around her throat and tightened his grip. Becky stopped rocking. Slowly he extirpated his cock from my stepdaughter's throat. Becky inhaled loudly when the shiny, pointed tip finally came into view. After a few more loud gasps, Becky assumed the position for her mating. She was face down with her shoulders resting on the floor and her knees spread wide with her ass high up in the air. 

His black body was mostly out of camera shot, but, two deep thuds resonated through my speakers as he positioned himself behind her. I could only see his thick black arms and hands holding Becky's young white body in place. I could see his grip tighten on her hips and then Becky surge forward. To keep from toppling over, she put one hand on the bench in front of her and the other out farther on the floor. The result was that her tits swayed with each of his hard thrusts. Then, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up off the floor. She scrambled to get her arms under herself. Instead of pulling away from the savage she pressed her soft ass back against him and yelled with a voice tinged with fear and arousal.

"Fuck me. Come on, you know you've wanted to, so come on and do it. Fuck me hard." She yelled at the black man who was violently screwing her on the floor in my foyer. 

"Now that's right. Baby you need to remember this. Your love for black cock aint ever going to be satisfied. Remember my cock when you get to work and some white boy gets you drunk and beds you down. When his cock doesn't fill you like mine, when his cock shoots his cum into you and it don't go anywhere. Then, remember me, cause I'm going to shoot my load deep inside you. It will never come out." Becky began to moan. It was a constant hiss like tea pot on low boil. He picked up his the tempo of their mating and the lewdness of his diatribe increased. 

"You could have called this quits at any time, bitch. But you like it. Fuck, you love Getting black cock in your family's house while they out working for your future. Keeping your new career; that's just an excuse. Isn't it bitch?"

When Becky didn't answer he shoved himself hard against her and flopped himself over her so his ponderous belly was laying on her back. He repeated his question but this time his thrusts were slower but pressed farther and he lingered longer with his cock completely buried in her womb. 

Becky got the message and replied through clenched teeth. "I'm bad. Oh God, I'm so bad."

Becky was in some world of her own and he knew more about it than I did. "Yeah, you a bad girl. You're a nasty little slut." he affirmed with a hoarse whisper. 

"It feels great to be bad. You make me so happy, baby, when you're bad. I love it, and right now, you are so bad." His accusation came in a thick monotone whisper. 

I couldn't hear Becky's whispered response, but her obese black lover certainly did; his demeanor changed, he lifted himself up so he was once again fucking her doggy style. His left hand gripped my stepdaughter around the waist while his right pulled a thick handle of her hair. 

"Ah fuck, I love this sloppy pussy. Fuck. Fuck, bitch, you got a good pussy. A damn good pussy; I'm going to fuck this again. You hear that? I'm going to fuck this again."

"It's yours baby." Becky said breathily. Her eyes were half closed and her lips hung slack as her body was pushed forward by his cock and pulled back by his thick black hands. Her big breasts were rocking back and forth and her pink nipples were small swollen points. 

My God, the slut was really enjoying it. I couldn't look away from the screen. My stepdaughter was taking a strange black man's cock from behind, not like some catholic ingénue but like a well-used slut. She read her black lover exactly and now had him pleading for release. 

"Ah fuck, I love this pussy. Damn this is some good shit. You gonna make me bust a nut. I'm gonna nut in you." 

The black man increased his ruthless pounding of Becky's ass.  

"Ah fuck, ah fuck" he bellowed with his quickening pace. 

Becky kept her ass high up in the air and he rode it like a rutting seal. Becky was staring blankly toward the camera until suddenly her lips opened with a silent moan. Her body went suddenly slack. Her big black lover sank to the floor on top of her. He held himself over her with his outstretched arms. 

Below him, Becky was shaking as if plunged into ice water. 

"Oh fuck girl, you're grabbing me, I can't hold it, I can't hold it. I'm nutting. I'm gonna bust my nut." He sounded desperate. He pushed hard down onto her. Becky's legs splayed farther apart to accommodate his bulk. She let her head and shoulders rest on the shiny hardwood floor. 

Becky slinked her arm up to caress her lover's fat black ass. 

She cooed as her hand ran over the tall mound of his quivering flesh. "Oh God your cock is so big. Give me your nut. Come on, give it to me. "

A sly grin slid across Becky's face as she waited for her lover's reply. Then after a few moments she asked simply, "Whose pussy is this?"

"It's mine." Growled the fat black fucker 

Becky whispered, "Then seed it baby. Seed it before your uncle does."

Just then his fat belly began to undulate. His movements became violent and Becky slid forward two or three inches on the slick wood floor. His anger filled my speakers.

"This pussy is mine. It's mine, bitch. You hear me, mine." Her black lover was screaming his ownership. I turned down the volume again on the speakers. 

Becky's single question brought out all of his aggression. Her smile melted away and her brow furrowed as her legs tensed against the sudden attack on her vagina. 

Suddenly he stopped. His large fleshy body arched and he growled "I'm nutting. I'm fucking nutting inside you Bitch. Take it. Fucking take my nut bitch. Take it all." 

He ground his fat crotch into her ass as Becky said softly "I love it. I love being bad."

After a minute or so his breathing slowed and evened out. He said my stepdaughter's name and then said, "Oh I think we best close the door. 

With his big black cock still emptying its load inside her, Becky relaxed, flicked her leg and I heard the front door slam shut. The light was gone. It was difficult to see with only the light from the transom. The fat black man lifted himself off of Becky. He rose to his feet and stood on wobbly legs. His legs were dark brown triangles with his wrinkled knees gray blotches in the dim light. 

"Where's that letter your daddy called about?" asked the black man through a long sigh. 

Becky was still on the floor seemingly too tired to get up. The fat black man had a bundle of clothes in his hand. He sat on the bench and stopped to look down at my stepdaughter. 

"Oh, it's in the kitchen I'll get it for you in a second." Becky said dismissively. 

"That's good but, I'm not leaving here with a dirty dick." He announced flatly. 

Becky rolled over got on her hands and knees and crawled between the black legs. She started with his left thigh. She licked and nuzzled and sucked lightly here and there. From mid-thigh she started and continued until she reached his crotch. Immediately she switched to his other thigh. Again she started at his mid-thigh licked her way toward his crotch occasionally sucking lightly on his hairy fat flesh. 

Without using her hands Becky cleaned his sagging black balls that were laying on my bench. Each one looked like a plum that she was delicately holding in her cheek. When she let each out, she licked the skin that incased it. After her cleaning, the black man's balls were tight against his cock which was slowly rising to attention. Becky licked up and down the thick black shaft. As she started at the base she planted a dozen or so small kisses on its underside. At the tip she swirled he tongue under the foreskin then kissed the disappearing head. 

Sitting back on her haunches she gazed up at the black man and said, "No need in your wife finding out about this, so just in case I think I should give you a good cleaning." 

Again the baritone filled my speakers but this time the voice was only laughter; vile, evil sounding laughter its crescendo coincided with the fat black man lifting one of his thighs and sliding his ass off the bench. Suspended in front of Becky was his big black ass hole. I only saw the stinking orifice for a second, after that all I could see was the back of my stepdaughter's head. 

"Clean it good now girl. That's it get that tongue up in there. Go deep, yeah just like that." the black man said as Becky's head pressed farther against his anus. 

After a few moments, she began to make small circles. As she made these slow circles she reached up with her right hand and slowly pumped his rock hard black meat. The sudden attention brought the lewd remarks back to my speakers. "Lick my cheeks too girl, yeah you're one hot, nasty slut. Fuck, bitch you're tossing my salad. Right here, you're tossing my salad." 

Becky alternated between rimming the black man's ass and licking his big ponderous balls. Regardless of what her mouth was doing her small white hands pumped his cock until finally he began to arch his back and lift himself off the bench. 

"Damn girl, you doing it again! You must be hungry for my nut. Fuck yeah, here it is, get it, get it bitch." He yelled. Then Just as he was telling my Becky to get his load she pulled away from his black ass and suddenly engulfed his cock. 

Becky took a couple of inches of his cock into her mouth then froze. As if on cue the black bastard pumped his fat hips up and down, fucking my stepdaughter's mouth like a shallow pussy. Then he stopped. A hand came up and held Becky's head in place. Her eyes closed as she swallowed spurt after spurt of his semen. 

Finally, the hand came off the back of Becky's head and the black man sat back down on the bench. Becky sat back on her haunches and looked up expectantly at the man. 

Quietly, like an obedient puppy Becky sat and watched the obese black man put on his clothes. "Fuck, that was great. You are one hot slut, baby. It's a good thing my wife don't fuck like you do." He told her with a chuckle. 

"What? You don't like it hot and nasty?" Becky replied in an innocent tone with a finger to the side of her mouth.

"Fuck yeah I love it hot and nasty. But, if she did it then I'd have to stay home and fuck her all the time. No work, and no Becky. I think I'm going to go home and give that bitch a kiss. Hell, it's later than I thought, get that letter, I got to go." 

Becky got up and bounced off to the kitchen. When she came back her black lover was dressed. She handed him the envelope. "I'll see you tomorrow." He said as he crossed between her and the camera. 

The door was open again, Becky stood naked in its light looking perplexed. Below her at her feet was a glob of lumpy semen. "I thought this was instead of Thursday. Your uncle is still coming over tomorrow?" Becky asked the question but her voice sounded like she already knew the answer. 

"Hell no!" the black man squealed in surprise. "There aint no exchanges! He's told everyone that I know to come on by. Said something about it being a time they'll never forget. That cheap old fucker never gave me nothing. I guess you make up for all those years of stinginess."

Becky looked frightened but her fear didn't keep her from letting him cup her breasts and run his black hand over he flat belly to her wet vagina. 

"Don't worry girl. This party is big because most likely it's the last. He said something about you moving away." 

Becky nodded her head.

"Well, there you go. You're a hot white bitch but none of us are going to travel to get some. Don't worry. You just get your pretty little self ready for tomorrow. You'll have fun, we'll have fun and then you'll be living somewhere else and we'll just have to jack off thinking about your white ass." 

Becky looked at the ground and said quietly "ok". 

"That's a girl." The black bastard said in way of encouragement but then added "You best be good tomorrow, real good so none of us feels like we missed out on anything."

Becky nodded again and the black man left. He didn't shut the door. So she went to it and looked out as she pushed it closed. A few minutes later she was cleaning their fluids off the floor and she said to herself. "I hope he wasn't kidding. Thursday better be the last time. That old fucker is getting a really good deal. I hope they've got some decent beer tomorrow." 

My phone rang. It was my secretary; she was reminding me of me of my purchase meeting. I clicked my laptop closed, adjusted my pants and hoped I could make it through the meeting. 



Becky's Deal Ch. 03



I missed Becky's party. I missed it because she couldn't have it; at least not at our house. Laurie was home when I got there Wednesday. Becky left a note on the kitchen's peninsula. She wrote that she was going out with friends and would be back in the evening; most likely to get her things for a two day camping trip.

Fortunately for me Laurie was in our bedroom. The lights were out, the drapes were closed and the white noise machine was running. All signs that she had one of her monstrous migraines. Laurie didn't get migraines very often but when she did they were incapacitating. So it was no surprise that my cameras had not been spotted. Laurie was in too much pain to notice a four inch camera mixed in the ferns. 

I made sure Laurie didn't need anything before I went downstairs and carefully put each camera back in the box exactly as it was when I first opened it. I hid the box in the garage. There would be plenty of time later to show them to Laurie and then mount them outside along the hedge and out back by the entrance. No one need know the cameras had already fulfilled their primary purpose.

Time passed and eventually I did find out that Becky had her party. My discovery was made about a month after she had gone back to school. I was coming into the house from the garage when Laurie handed me a plastic mailer that was addressed to Becky 

"Would you put that with the other stuff we're mailing on Saturday?" Laurie asked. 

I looked it over and asked, "What is it?" 

Laurie was dismissive. She answered "It's music. I thought it was pretty nice of Brad to drop it off. He said that after the accident, while he and Becky were waiting for the tow truck, she mentioned that she liked jazz." Laurie turned away to get some pasta from the pantry.

I was turning the bubble wrap envelope around in my hand and thinking about the possibilities as I absent mindedly said, "I didn't know Becky liked Jazz." 

Laurie pulled a pot out from beneath the counter. She set it on the stove and continued, "I don't think she does. But I'm not going to tell that poor old man that. He's been through enough. It's probably Charlie Parker and Miles Davis. Kids these days don't appreciate the greats. Let's send it to her and she can decide what to do with it." 

I'm a voyeur and I love jazz.. So I assumed that no matter what was in the envelope it was something I was sure to enjoy. I took the envelope to Becky's room and put it on the pile of snacks, stuffed animals, gift cards and sundry basics such as cotton balls and razors that we were sending to Becky. It was all the stuff no student would want to spend their own money buying.

I had an identical envelope, on it I mimicked the address label from Brad's package. Then I opened the original and found two CD cases. One was a George Howard CD and the other was a Grover Washington Jr. CD. Damn, this was not what I expected. I put the George Howard CD into the new envelope, grabbed a Grover Washington CD and started to put it in also. I've always liked Soulful Strut; so I thought I might as well get a good copy for all my work. I put the CD into my computer and listened to the player windup. I clicked Rip CD then sat back and listened to the first track. That's when I noticed there was more than one disk in the case. The second disk was a DVD. I actually looked at the liner notes to see what was on the second disk. I don't know, I guess I thought it was bonus concert footage. Then the CD tray opened and I knew. I knew the DVD labeled A Wonderful Concert was not made by Grover Washington.Jr.

I watched the CD drawer close again and listened to the drive windup once more. I stared at the blinking LCD light as if it were flashing some sort of coded message to me. There was movement on the screen but I did not look up. Long moments passed as I tried to tell myself that I could put the DVD back in the case, seal it and send it to Becky. Then I wouldn't see what I'd later have to try and forget. But, then again, I had come so far already. On the floor next to my feet was the envelope and my office scissors. The discarded edge of the envelope was lying at the top of the trash in the can. Everything was in motion. There was no unknowing what I had already seen. In front of me was more to see. There was no resolve, there was only procrastination.

My eyes flitted upward and I saw the splash screen for the 'Concert'. My guilt feelings evaporated. The sound of a whirlwind filled my ears as I grabbed the mouse and clicked the blue Start button at the bottom of the screen. My last thought was that I was the worst kind of voyeur. I was watching something that no man should ever see. The video started with a group of black men standing in a wide semicircle. They were applauding my beautiful, shapely stepdaughter's entrance into the room. 

Becky was wearing a short black skirt that could have passed for a thick belt. Her top was a tight fitting green halter. The halter was the kind that had its own sewn in bra that did nothing to keep her tits from jiggling with each move. Over the halter she had on a thin matching jacket. For shoes my stepdaughter was wearing four inch acrylic mules. Did Laurie know Becky even owned this stuff? Becky stood in the middle of the half circle and slowly turned clockwise. There were five men. None of them appeared to be under forty. She paused for a moment as she faced each man. It was obvious she was grinning. This bitch was as much a woman as any I'd ever seen. 

The cameraman began to narrate the scene. "Damn, this is one hot bitch. To think she is going to get it on with these out-of-shape, greasy fuckers is amazing. Why is she doing it?" 

Another voice replied, "I don't know. We all paid but Brad said it wasn't for her. It was something about using his house or some shit like that. Who the fuck cares? You know what I'm saying? When he sent out that invitation and it had the picture of her on her knees deep throating him. Hell, I've seen this bitch around the neighborhood, I'd a paid five hundred dollars. But fuck, I'm sure glad though that Brad only asked for a hundred." 

The camera shook a little as both men laughed.

I could hear some of the other men making comments too. Someone said, "That's it baby, show us all what you got." Another man yelled, "Fuck Brad, you been holding out on us? How long you had this pretty little thing all to yourself?" Brad just smiled. He never took his eyes off Becky. When she looked at him, their eyes locked onto each other and neither of them moved. 

The narrator held the camera on Becky. Brad was sitting in a big leather recliner that was positioned at the apex of the half circle. Becky slowly ran both of her hands down her sides to her hips and then between her thighs. Someone turned on some slow jazz. Becky swayed her hips to the music's heavy beat. 

The cameraman restarted his raunchy narrative. "Here we go!" he said. He took a couple of steps closer. He was no more than five feet behind my stepdaughter. Becky's hands ran down her thighs and onto her calves. She stopped at her ankles. Behind her, the cameraman was filling the screen with Becky's perfectly formed muscular ass. A tiny green strap of her thong disappeared between her buttocks and reappeared as a small patch of cloth that barely covered her perfectly shaven cunt. Her ass and pussy were open to anyone interested and all of these men were interested. 

One of the black men said in a thick baritone "Damn that bitch is limber."

Without missing a beat the cameraman replied, "Fucking good thing dawg, that way she don't break." Suddenly there was laughter and more yelling. Someone else yelled, "Fucking look at this shit. I can't wait to tap that white ass. God damn I'm going to make her scream." 

Again the cameraman evinced his wit as he quickly responded "Fuck man, she already saw your face. If she ain't screamed yet she ain't gonna." 

The whole room erupted with laughter. Becky stood up and shrugged off her jacket. From the vantage of the cameraman, Becky appeared naked except for her little skirt and heels. She turned her head and said "I'll scream but it won't be from pain."

The cameraman's voice filled the speakers as he laughed and said "that's a challenge". 

Becky twisted around, looked directly into the camera and said that she liked challenges. Then with a tilt of her head she added, "of course, some challenges are bigger than others." 

The black man who said she was going to scream suddenly lost his smile. With a stony face he replied "Careful bitch, you in a black man's world here. We all like a good time but you mind your place. You hear bitch." 

Becky couldn't have expected such ferocity in his response. She went rigid. She seemed deeply ashamed of herself. In the immediate silence after his rebuke, Becky furtively looked around the room. She found only grim, hard-set expressions. She was no one's darling here. She was a piece of meat among ravenous dogs. And they were going to be sated. They were going to enjoy themselves. And they didn't care about her. 

Becky looked up to the man who had scolded her, she tilted her head, gave a slight smile and slowly sank to her knees. Once her ass was resting on her heels she bowed her head and said, "I'm sorry. Please let me show you my contrition." 

In an instant the man was in front of her fumbling at his belt, snap and zipper. By the time she lifted her head his thick veiny black dong was hanging only a few inches in front of my stepdaughter's lips. She looked up at it through heat charged eyes. When she had walked into the room she appeared to be a happy woman set on having a good time. Now, on her knees licking the thick sweaty manhood of a black man twenty years her senior, Becky was a bitch in heat. She wasn't trying to pass the time by giving this black fucker a blow job. She wasn't trying to quickly get him off. No, Becky was loving him. She pressed his manhood to her cheek and kissed his pubic bone. Mashing down the graying thatch of pubic hair, she planted small kisses around the base of his cock. She turned her head slightly and kissed the base of his massive pole as if kissing the cheek of a long sought lover. 

The gruff man's penis was thick and looked like an over-stuffed blood sausage. Becky pulled back the foreskin and licked the shaft till his entire manhood glistened wetly. Then, she lovingly dropped down a few inches and licked his black leathery scrotum. When Becky returned her devotion to the middle aged black man's cock, it was as hard as the hall table where he put his clothes. 

Becky held his penis a couple of inches from her face. She licked her lips and then said quietly, "It's so big. I love being in this black man's world." Then Becky looked up at the hard breathing black man and said demurely, "This is my place. I know that now. Please forgive me and give me your cum. Then fuck me and make me worthy of you and your friends. Please show me this kindness." 

Instantly the cameraman gave his assessment and yelled, "Holy fuck did you hear that? This bitch is high class. Damn she sounds like Shakespeare or something. Yo, you need to dumb down the vocabulary bitch. So you is sorry. You want to suck that big fucker's cock to make up for the mistake. That's what he understands. Remember, slut there aint no college educated fuckers here." 

There was No reply to cameraman's jest and no one looked away from the spectacle unfolding in the middle of their semicircle. They were as focused on Becky as metal flecks on a magnet. 

Becky took her hands away from her master's cock and put them on his expansive ass. The cameraman focused in on the muscles in my stepdaughters arms. "Look at this will you. This big titted slut is trying to push more of that black cock down her throat. She is the bomb. Brad, we may need to do this girl a few times. Revisit her, you know?" 

For a brief second the camera panned over to Brad. Sitting in his overstuffed recliner he seemed as happy as a king on a throne. He seemed to take pride in Becky's ministrations as if he was the one who discovered and then nurtured my stepdaughter's wantonness. 

Breathlessly the cameraman said "Holy shit. Check this shit out." While the camera's auto-focus struggled to resolve the image. The camera man continued to give his lewd narration. In a loud voice he said, "Damn! Check this shit out. She's got DaJuan's cock down her throat. No shit, she is deep throating him. Look at this shit. God damn, I need to tap that shit myself." 

Just then, the pixelated image came into sharp focus. It was Becky. Her face was pressed hard against a black man's groin. Her eyes were shut. Her lips were lost in the tangle of gray public hair that surrounded the cock she was servicing. A black hand, I assumed it was the cameraman's was holding Becky's hair back away from her face. I could see her jaw move forward and her throat convulse as if she were not only accepting his entire length but was stimulating it too. Then she backed away a few inches and suddenly surged forward again. She repeated this back and forth movement on him all the while licking and moaning around his thick black cock. 

Where in the hell did she learn how to give head like that? 

My stepdaughter was being filmed as she fellated a black stranger with the expertise and enthusiasm of a high priced prostitute. The cameraman focused on the action as he made his lewd comments. "This classy fucking bitch is hungry. She needs something, fuck DaJuan give her what she needs. Come on fuckers. DaJuan ain't going to last long. He probably aint cum in years. I hope the bitch don't drown." 

There was a smattering of laughter but it was quickly drown out by DaJuan's deep growl. DaJuan put his big pumpkin hands on Becky's head and roared out, "Fuck, I'll show this cunt. I'll show her. Come on bitch, you wanna be in a black man's world? Well you take a black man's fucking. I'm going to fuck your mouth like a pussy." 

DaJuan's greasy sweat fell on Becky's shoulders like rain. Becky was rigid as the black brute rammed his meat into her throat and fucked it like a virgin pussy. My stepdaughter didn't gag, she didn't choke, hell her eyes barely watered. That is until DaJuan clamped onto her head with his thick hands and held her face over his cock. The fucker moved his hips faster and then shoved his girth upward and his full length disappeared through Becky's lips and into her throat. 

DaJuan screamed, "Drown bitch, drown!" 

He must have spewed his thick heavy load well past her mouth and directly into her throat. I could see Becky's throat muscles contracting. She was forced to swallow his sperm because if she didn't that shit was going to blast out her nose. That's how hard he seemed to climax. 

After several minutes, the black brute let go of Becky and staggered backward a few steps. The cameraman took advantage of DaJuan's lack of composure and said, "Holy shit mutha fuckas, check this shit out! The bitch took all of DaJuan's fat cock." 

No one seemed to be listening to the cameraman. Every man had his own conversation going on. A couple comments rose above the din. "I'm going get me some of that, fuck yeah I'm going get me some of that bitches mouth." 

Someone else said, "Damn! We need to tag team this bitch." 

Another comment that I heard more than once was "We gonna tear that shit up!" 

Another voice growled, "Shit, after us, nothing but black cock is going to satisfy her." 

Then one question stood out from all of the other comments and questions. The cameraman, had his focus on Becky when I heard a thick baritone ask, "Damn, this bitch on the pill?"

For a split second the group went completely silent. Then my speakers filled with raucous laughter. The cameraman panned the group and stopped on a skinny balding man. He was naked except for his socks. His arms were thin and his chest was hairless save for a few wiry nipple hairs. As the camera settled on his weary face he gave a buoyant smile that had him shed thirty years as he said, "Who the fuck cares?" 

My speakers once again filled with raucous laughter and shouts of agreement. Then the cameraman announced. "Well, she can't get no child support when she don't know who the daddy is. Right, so who cares?" 

But then, Brad spoke up, "She is here because I asked her to be." 

Someone interrupted by yelling, "Fuck, the bitch is here cause she want to be. You've just made it convenient!"

Two big muscular men on the cameraman's right answered the assertion with a deep "uh huh" and then the one furthest away added angrily, "Fuck man, I didn't come here to banter and shit. Let's get this show on the road."

The cameraman took a loud, deep breath before replying, "Cool down Daniel, it's all good. I'm just trying to capture a memory here." 

The cameraman's sarcasm was lost on the two muscular black men. 

The one I could only assume was Daniel, replied gruffly and said, "Capture a memory? What silly shit is that? I paid to fuck this bitch. I've wanted to tap that ass since I first met her in high school." Now let's get it on." 

Becky smiled demurely as she acknowledged Daniel with a small wave. Then, while staring at his groin Becky said "I thought I recognized you. You were in my history class." The revelation seemed to neither frighten nor alarm my stepdaughter.

Daniel clenched his teeth and replied slowly through an angry hiss, "Yeah, I was in that class. Bitch, you never even looked at me twice." 

Suddenly Brad spoke up. "Well, she's looking at you now. And, you're about to fuck her, but no one is doing anything without a rubber." Brad's tone suggested that there would be no argument on this point. 

The cameraman put in his own twist on the command. "Yeah, this is the only damn thing that everyone had to agree to. A damn rubber on every dick." 

In a quieter voice so that only the camera could hear the cameraman continued with, "Hell, what do I care? None of these fuckers know it but I didn't have to pay anything. I just had to bring the camera, and well the damn condoms. So, I guess I best go get them..." 

The camera swung around. I saw the pictures of Brad's wife and children and his grandchildren hanging on the wall. I saw the Maple dining room table, with the big Lazy Suzan sitting on top. Then suddenly a bowl appeared. It was at the bottom of the screen. It was an orange plastic bowl with black silhouettes of ghosts, goblins and broom riding witches along the sides. The bowl was filled with cellophane wrapped condoms. Using the camera as an extension of his own eyes, the cameraman panned back to the living room. None of the men had moved. Brad was still droning on about everyone following his rules. He said a lot more but I didn't hear any of it. The cameraman turned back to the bowl of condoms. This time I could tell it was sitting next to the mixer on the edge of the kitchen counter. The Cameraman's hand was absent but then reappeared. He held a condom between his middle and index finger. With Brad haranguing the group about being in charge; the cameraman's thick hand turned the condom so the camera could see both the front and the back of the wrapper. The wrapper was pristine. Then the cameraman's other hand came into view. He was holding a slender awl. He presented it to the camera. Then he made a show of squeezing the condom and then pushing the awl through the cellophane. He removed the awl, smoothed over the ragged edges of the hole and tossed the condom in with the rest. He shook the bowl a few times. Then the camera levelled and he returned to the living room. 

The cameraman handed the bowl to the closest man and said, "Here you go man. Take one and pass it on. Use the one you take." 

The bowl quickly made the circuit of inpatient men. Becky eyed the group and smiled broadly. She appeared to be pleased that each man was holding a condom. 




Becky's Deal Ch. 03



Brad spoke up. In his normal baritone he said flatly, "You've all got a rubber so you all get a turn." 

Turning to Becky Brad said, "Are you ready bitch?"

Becky's eyes widened as she held up her hands and replied "I was ready when I walked in the door." 

"That's my baby girl" Brad said with a wide toothy smile. Then he stood up and announced, "Now as long as you got a condom, you got a place in line." Brad smiled and nodded to the camera and with a drink in one hand he waved to his guests and said, "Ok, now let's get these festivities moving. I got shit to do..." 

Becky took a side step away from the group and took a long draw from a drink that was sitting on a side table. 

A naked thickset, black man from the center left of the line scowled at my stepdaughter and bellowed, "Come on bitch, you are the festivities now get your ass over here." 

Becky hurriedly put the drink on the leather coaster, turned and immediately dropped to her knees. She then lifted herself up just high enough to pull a small flat cushion under her. Before she could stand straight on her knees the man who had scolded her, palmed the back of her head so her face was angled upward. The cameraman put the camera a couple of inches from Becky's face.

"You gonna do what we want?" the black man asked.

"Yes, I'm here to please you." Becky replied coyly.

With a baleful glare the man replied "Then suck my fucking dick, bitch." 

Becky dipped her head, opened her mouth and laid his thick black cock on her tongue. Slowly, she pushed forward. More and more of the stranger's cock slid past her lips. As her nose nestled into the thatch of thick wiry hair, Becky's hands found the black man's testicles. She gently caressed the stranger's leathery sack. Like a well-practiced whore Becky timed the pumping of his sizable cock with the massaging of his ponderous balls. Becky caressed and fondled the black stranger's genitals with more fervor and devotion than most women show their own husbands. She attended to his every whim. Every moan spurred her on to give more of herself and work harder. Conversely, any twitch or withdrawal, no matter how tiny was instantly met with a change in her technique. The lucky bastard moaned loudly when she took all of his meat, so Becky stayed where she was with her nose buried in his thatch of coarse pubes. Becky reached around and planted her tiny pale hands on his buttocks and pulled him to her. He rocked his hips back and forth, she caught small breaths when his cock was shallowest in her mouth. Then he drove his cock deep into her throat, she opened her mouth farther, and jutted her jaw forward to more easily accommodate him. Becky was getting her face fucked. He used her pretty mouth, her red painted lips and her throat like any other man might use a whore's pussy. Through the onslaught Becky stayed in her subservient position. She spurred her master on by pulling him into her after he pulled back. Becky continued even when tears ran down her cheeks and fell onto her breasts. My stepdaughter spurred her master on with the same fervor and blatant need from the beginning of his pleasure to the end. 

The end came sooner than the stranger probably wanted. Suddenly, the black man clamped his thick hands onto the back of Becky's head. He held her still as he screamed. He screamed out his ecstasy and Becky swallowed his semen. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. The black stranger's climax went on and on and through it all, he never let go of Becky. Becky never stopped swallowing. Even though she never once attempted to withdraw from his spewing member his hands held her firmly in place. Finally after she must have gulped down a pint of his semen, his hands slackened and he leaned back against the arm of an overstuffed chair. The camera zoomed in on Becky. She was naked, sitting on her haunches. Her hair was pushed back away from her face. Strings of saliva and semen hung from her chin. A thick white string lengthened and then dropped slowly onto the top of her full breast. Her cheeks were wet from tears and her pouty lips were parted with a grand smile. 

The cameraman kept his lens on Becky as he talked to her. He said, "Damn girl, you just annihilated him. He came so much and look at you, fuck, you swallowed it. You swallowed it all. Fuck, you are one hot bitch. I wish I had a chance with you."

Becky purred, "You do" as she reached out and ran her palm against the inside of the cameraman's thigh. Looking right into the camera Becky continued, "I'm here to please."

The cameraman quickly replied with, "Of course you are baby. But this is pay to play and I just brought the camera." 

Becky flashed him a pouty face and said in a sweet, little feminine voice, "That's too bad. But, you never know..." 

Becky wasn't able to finish her thought because another black man shouldered past the man who had just filled her stomach. He didn't ask her anything or tell her anything. In fact, he didn't say anything at all. The big man moved Becky's mouth toward his turgid cock. His black hand was nearly as big as my stepdaughter's face. With a hand on each side of her head he pulled her in close. His thick cock slid up across her face until the head was nestled in her hair. 

At this point, Becky didn't need the black fucker to speak. His desires were self-evident. She opened her mouth and licked his testicles. This man's balls were drawn tight beneath his thick cock; they glistened after she licked them like a cat diligently cleaning one of its kittens. 

The black man's big muscular hands clamped down on Becky's shoulders when she drew back and lifted her mouth upward. Becky stopped, looked up at her black master with eyes that pleaded for his approval. He didn't give it. This brute seemed to have other plans. Becky redoubled her efforts. She licked his scrotum as if it were candy coated. Becky's efforts paid off. Without a word the black fucker grunted and spewed his seed; he spurted several big gobs of his nasty goo all over my stepdaughter's face. When the silent black man was finished he turned and walked toward the kitchen. He left Becky in on the carpet in the middle of the room. She was naked on her haunches. Her large breasts hung heavily in front of her. Her large round nipples faced forward and her beautiful round ass jutted out behind her. That ass was a perfect invitation for everyone in the room. 

Becky smiled broadly at the camera. Her face was covered with the last man's slimy semen. 

The cameraman yelled "Damn baby. He fucking covered you. He's been holding out. I bet Randy aint cum in months till now. Damn you got enough protein for a week." 

Just as the camera zoomed in on Becky's sperm splattered face, a baritone voice that could only be Brad said, "damn girl that is a lot of spunk. You in a black man's world now. You know what to do with it. Get on with it and don't you fucking waste a drop and hurry up, cause we got a lot more where that came from."

Becky used her index finger and thumb like a squeegee to wipe the greasy semen from her face. After one swipe it looked like she was holding a shot glass' worth of tapioca pudding. Becky loves tapioca pudding. She licked the gooey liquid from her palm and swallowed to it the cheers of her black lovers. 

My stepdaughter never got off her knees. One by one, each man approached Becky and stood motionless as if in front of a urinal. As they stood, Becky, my Becky, went to work. Her hands were anything but still. With one hand she palmed their big leathery scrotum. She massaged their testicles with the delicacy of mother bathing her newborn. With the other hand she pumped their dark manhood. The camera was always in close. I could see Becky's tongue slide over their dark smooth skin. I saw her lips part to take their black meat into her mouth. I saw the bubbly strand of saliva that bridged the gap between their cocks and her pouty lips. I saw her eyes water and heard her gasps. Some of the cocks made Becky's lips stretch and lose their red color. All of them, made her open her mouth wide and adjust her posture. One after another they came to her and one after another Becky milked them of their semen. She drank every load and then gave each man a heartfelt thank you. 

After the last man stepped away from Becky and she swallowed down his copious load, the camera was withdrawn and once again I was looking at the living room. Brad was standing in the center with everyone else in roughly the same semicircle they had been in at the beginning. Becky stood up and took a few wobbly steps to stand next to Brad. 

Brad twisted at the waist so he could look at each man in turn, then he looked at the camera and said, "Now that everyone's had their first nut. We can get down to the real reason we're here. Each of you has a rubber. Since you have a rubber, you have the right to fuck, aint that right?" Brad was staring down at Becky. 

Becky was staring at her feet. She nodded but Brad obviously wanted more than that. "They have the right to fuck, don't they?" he repeated forcefully. If she had been looking she would have seen his baleful stare. Becky folded within herself. She still wasn't looking up when she said something so faint that the camera couldn't pick it up. 

"Speak up bitch!" yelled a man standing behind Brad. He was tall, thickset with big arms and thighs. Between his legs stood a huge rock hard penis. Brad turned as if to rebuke the unknown man but instead only smiled and then slowly turned back to Becky. 

Brad sighed heavily then started on Becky with, "Now, cut this self-pity shit out. You is the one who made this arrangement. You suggested it. Hell, you already fucked me. Damn girl, you got all our sperms swimming round in your belly. What's the problem now?" 

Becky looked Brad squarely in the eye and said simply, "I'm not on the pill."

Brad's gave a sudden, ravenous grin that quickly softened within Becky's gaze. He put his hand on Becky's arm and said "that's why these men have condoms. Listen, none of them guys wants to pay for another baby. Trust me, you're safe." 

Several yelled out their approval of what Brad had just said. "Hell Yeah" was the predominant comment from the crowd. 

Becky bowed and shook her head but before she could speak Brad interjected with "Now come on girl, you suggested it, you agreed to it and these men, these black, men paid for it." 

There was silence for several moments. No one moved, then the man that had earlier interrupted Brad stepped forward. He came behind Becky and engulfed my stepdaughter in a hug that lifted her from the ground. With Becky in his arms he turned and walked to the sofa. 

Keeping Becky's back on his stomach, the man bent down so his chest was over the couch. Becky was sandwiched between him and the cushions. Putting his lips to her ear the big man said "You're in a black man's world. You don't tease us. You don't hold out a prize and say just kidding. You enjoyed your times with Brad. Ease up and you'll enjoy this too. Cause we're going to get it, anyway. So let's all enjoy ourselves. Ya hear?" 

Becky nodded then turned her head and joined her unnamed black lover in a deep soul kiss. The kiss evolved into Becky licking and delicately sucking on the man's lower lip. After several minutes of this heavy petting, the black man got up on his knees and quickly rolled the condom down the length of his meat. Holding the rubber's end against the base of thick cock he pushed his hips forward and Becky sighed. 

In no time the black brute was riding my stepdaughter like a fifty dollar hooker. He said, "That's it baby. Now you loosening up. You're taking it all. Damn you're hot and you're so fucking wet." 

Becky played her part, she looked over her shoulder and said, "I love black cock. I love being fucked by black men." 

Her black lover quickly replied with, "Fuck, that's obvious. You is a slut for black cock." 

Becky gritted her teeth and said, "Make me remember you. Make me remember your cock."

Just then someone yelled out "fuck her hard". 

Becky's lover took a fist full of her hair and used it hold her in place so his thick meat could bottom out in her vagina. Becky took the abusive treatment, in fact everyone had fallen silent so her sighs and moans were the only sounds from my speakers. Then slowly her moans mingled with his. His thrusts became more fluid, like he had decided to fuck her and not just punish her with his cock. 

Becky turned her head looked right into the camera and said, "That's it baby, cum inside me. You've got me so open. I'm ready; I'm ready to be the whore I was born to be. I'm so bad. Cum baby, make me yours and cum inside me. You've got me started. Now I want to fuck you all."

For a moment the camera zoomed in on Becky's soaking cunt. The black man was giving Becky the benefit of his whole cock. With each stroke he pulled it out till only the uncircumcised head was still ensconced in her sex then with a forceful thrust his entire length disappeared into her. 

Gritting his teeth and pulling my stepdaughter's hair till her face jerked toward the ceiling, the black man yelled, "I'm cumming bitch. I'm cumming hard." 

The cameraman then added "Best wish that rubber holds, if not you going be his new baby's momma." 

Becky sounded like a true lover when she said, "That's it baby, cum inside me. If it breaks I'll love the child you give me." 

With a growl and a scream, the black brute emptied himself into my stepdaughter's cunt. Then the tired black man rested on Becky's back. With his head on her shoulder, Becky kissed and nibbled her black lover's ear. After a while, the black man pushed back her hair and planted a big love bite on the back of Becky's neck. 

When the black man stood in front of Becky, she lovingly removed the rubber from his deflating cock. Fortunately the condom did hold, it was full of thick white semen. There was enough in the confines of that latex to get a dozen white women pregnant.  

Before Becky could set the condom on the carpet, Brad said "Now, now, we don't waste a man's essence. You took it from him. Now you just going to let it spill on the floor? What kind of bitch are you?" 

Becky began to stutter, "I'm, I'm sorry, but, but, it smells like rubber. I don't, I don't, I don't like the taste." 

Brad shot back angrily and said, "fuck that. It wouldn't smell like rubber if you didn't make us wear them. Now, I'm warning you - don't waste that." A big black hand suddenly emerged inside camera view. It was pointing to the full latex condom hanging from Becky's hand. 

Just then her black lover grabbed the condom from her hand and then announced "Next" with a voice as noncommittal as a man exiting a bathroom stall. 

In a flash another black man was behind Becky stuffing her cunt with his cock. The camera followed the man with the condom. He went to the kitchen and upended the condom over a red plastic cup. With a squeeze the contents slid out of the rubber in thick gelatinous strands. 

When the cameraman finally returned to the living room there was another man behind Becky. This black man was different from the rest. He was on his knees holding the base of his cock behind Becky's upturned ass. Unlike the last two men, he didn't growl or show his teeth. Instead, this black man looked troubled as if he was facing a decision he didn't want to make. 

The cameraman was laughing as he zoomed in on Becky's soon to be third lover of the night. He was smiling but his eyes were not happy. Slowly the camera panned down over his neck and chest. His torso was heavily muscled. His stomach was lean but not terribly well defined. Just below the thicket of pubic hair was a sizable cock and at its base was a band of latex. The condom had been reduced to a small band of latex that was hanging loosely around his thick cock. 

"Come on man, what are you waiting for? We all want some of that pussy. Fuck her!" the cameraman chimed as if nothing was awry. 

The rest of the black men made the words a chant and suddenly my speakers were filled with shouts of "Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her." The men gathered around and chanted until the black man arched his back and with a long firm thrust impaled Becky completely with his uncovered black pole.

Becky encouraged her reluctant lover. She said, "Oh yeah, that's it baby. Give it to me, don't be shy. Oh, you feel so good baby. Fuck me."

As the mating progressed, Becky stopped looking back at her lover. She laid her head on the cushion so that she was facing the camera. She wasn't looking at the camera, I don't think she was looking at anything. Like a bitch in heat Becky spread her legs wider and arched her back. The black stranger who was fucking her now had total access to her sex. The black man picked up his tempo. He hammered Becky's sodden cunt like a feral dog. Then, with no preamble Becky began to speak. She spoke softly. The words came slowly as if given to her one at a time. She spoke them as if in a trance. She said, "Make me a lucky girl. Make me love black cock. Oh God. Make me love it. I want to be bad. Use me. Use me like a slut. I'm your slut." 

Then, just as Becky had done with her previous lovers, she pleaded with the black man. "Cum in me Please cum inside me. Make me yours, brand me. Oh God I love it, I love it, I love it. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God." 

Her black lover, a man she didn't know took hold of her hips and thrust himself entirely inside Becky's soaking wet cunt. Then the black man emptied his balls inside my stepdaughter's cunt. Becky went slack. She let herself rest on the couch cushion. She again encouraged her black lover. As he sowed Becky's field with his copious seed she whispered sweetly, "Oh yes. That's it empty your balls. Give it to me. Give it all to me. I'm your slut." 

After several moments of involuntary quivering, the black man fell back on his haunches. There was no longer any indecision on his face. He was simpering as his slimy black cock rapidly softened. Becky's face screwed up. She ran a hand down to her crotch. The cameraman captured the horror on my stepdaughter's face as her fingers found her ruined hole and she realized that she had been inseminated. 

On the verge of tears, Becky wailed, "Oh no! The condom broke!"

The cameraman quickly panned back to her lover's lap. His shiny black cock had lumps of white semen clinging to it. At the base of his cock there was white froth covering his kinky pubic hair.

"Oh my God, what am I going to do?" Becky said in a quavering voice. 

A man who had not talked before walked up behind Becky and flicked his wrist. The man with the broken condom stood up and walked to the other side of the recliner. The new man held up his condom, it was still in the wrapper. With a flick of his wrist he threw it away. He knelt down behind Becky. With his knees between hers, the man forced my stepdaughter to rudely expose her cunt for mating. "I can tell you what you are going to do. You're going leave that fine ass right where it is. You got one nut inside you. We is black men. It's all for one and one for all. You can't tell your daddy that you had unprotected sex with him. No, you going to have to tell your daddy that you fucked a lot of black men. Because if a babe come, any one of us could be the daddy." 

The man grabbed a handful of Becky's hair and filled her cunt with one hard stroke. Becky tried to talk but only ended up repeating, "Wait...wait." Over and over again, until her new black lover growled loudly and bucked his hips so hard that she had to put both of her arms on the couch to steady herself. 

The black man's ferocity never abated. He was an animal; heartless, with no empathy or consideration. He screamed when he came and my stepdaughter turned her head. She was looking into the camera as the man was pulling hard on her hair and mashing his convulsing cock against the inside of her womb. Becky's lips trembled. Her arms were shaking and her eyes were half shut. When the man dismounted his bitch. He slapped her ass hard. The cameraman zoomed in on Becky. There was a pink hand print on her ass cheek. 




Becky's Deal Ch. 03



The cameraman panned up to her face just in time to catch her whisper, "Oh my God. Please forgive me. Oh God, Oh god!"

He taunted her with a whisper and said, "You came didn't you baby. You came when that big black cock came in your cunt."

With tears beginning to well in her eyes Becky nodded then she whispered back, "I'm so bad. I came knowing he could get me pregnant." 

"Ah, baby would that be so bad?" the cameraman asked in a calm patronizing voice. 

"Everyone will know" Becky added. 

"Yep, and your little mixed baby will let the brothers know that you've already partaken. You'll be, what we call, attainable. Would that be so bad? Black men in the grocery store, will talk to you. Black men in the mall and at the football games will approach you and talk. That's not so bad is it?"

Becky shook her head but then added "they'll all want to fuck me."

"Don't you think the white boys you talk to want to fuck you?" replied the cameraman. 

"I suppose some do..." Becky answered but was cut off by Brad's deep baritone. 

"They got a cock don't they?" Brad bellowed. 

"Yes" Becky said with consternation wrinkling her brow. 

Another voice then chimed in and said, "It's just that the black man does it better." 

My speakers filled with raucous laughter. 

As the laughter died down and Becky's latest black breeder backed away, another thickset black man took his place. This black man had a short white towel with him that he used to wipe the slime from Becky's sex. After a few good wipes, his hands were on her hips and his bare cock was buried deep in Becky's vagina. This man did as the others did. He rode my stepdaughter like an animal. When he was finished he simply stood up and walked away. 

As the last man of Becky's train pulled his cum soaked cock from her folds, Becky turned to sit on the carpet in front of the couch. The Cameraman yelled out, "Woe! Wait a minute there girl, let's not make a mess. Don't sit down just yet." He handed Becky a cream colored bath towel. "Sit on this" he added as she took it from him and stared quizzically into the camera. 

Becky sat on the towel and leaned back against the couch. With their initial arousal sated, the men stood around the living room and talked amongst themselves. Eventually, Becky got up to go to the bathroom. For the first time, the camera was turned off. Becky was coming back into the room when the camera came back on. Becky was naked but, she looked like she had just showered. 

Becky stopped at the edge of the room. She put a hand on one hip and asked "I wasn't in the shower that long was I?" As if in answer, the camera panned the room. Brad was standing, alone in the middle of the living room. He was dressed in his khakis and polo and flashed a big wide grin. 

The living room faded to black. 

A few seconds later the screen lightened. Brad was sitting in his recliner. He was wearing his shirt and pants but his zipper was down and Becky was on her knees in front of him. She was naked swaying her ass back and forth as she sucked, licked and adored Brad's massive prick. 

As the last act of the video, my stepdaughter fellated my black neighbor as he sat comfortably in his recliner. Becky methodically pleasured Brad's cock. She didn't seem to be in a hurry nor did she seem to be killing time. She was entranced by his black length. 

Becky alternated between licking the underside of his black cock and moistening his scrotum with her wet lips. Brad drew himself up in the chair and rested his hands on the back of Becky's head. Becky's movements immediately changed. She lifted her mouth and put the thick bulbous head into her mouth and pushed. Slowly his length disappeared into her mouth and throat. 

Becky established a rhythm with Brad's cock. Slowly she descended to his belly and then just as slowly she lifted herself up so that only the head was inside her wanton mouth. Then down she went again. At first her pace was slow but steady. With his hands on her head, her pace quickened until finally my black neighbor snarled and yelled out that he was cumming. He leaned forward holding Becky's head in place and his cock ensconced in her throat. 

Becky lifted her face off of Brad's lap and inhaled loudly. At this point, most women would have spit his semen out and stormed out. Not Becky, after catching her breath, she took the time to clean Brad's penis and scrotum. Only after Brad's cock and sack were spotless did she sit down on the carpet next to his feet like a favored pet. 

Becky turned to the camera and gave a small wave. Then my stepdaughter said, "Goodbye and thanks so much for a good time!" The screen went black. 

Ah, damn I said out loud. For the first time, I realized I hadn't given any thought to Laurie. I opened the door and walked down the hall. She wasn't upstairs. At the bottom of the stairs I could see movement in the kitchen. Laurie had a pained expression on her face. She was cradling her cell phone on her shoulder as she brought dinner to the table. 

I caught her eye and she made a gesture to sit at the table. With my thumb and fist I mimicked the phone on her ear then shrugged my shoulders. Laurie soundlessly mouthed "mom". It was the first time I had ever thanked God for my mother. The woman could talk on the phone for hours ignoring every cue to stop the conversation that my wife could throw at her. 

Just as Laurie was telling her mom that she had to get off the phone I shook my hand and mouthed that I would be right back. Laurie shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. I knew what that meant. Her mother wouldn't get off the phone. Laurie was trapped. That was great luck because I still hadn't put everything away. I ran upstairs and into my office. 

I expected my computer screen to be blank and the DVD tray to be sticking out, but that's not what I found. The screen was filled with the image of Becky's face. She was making a show of swallowing something. . From the closeness of the image and the angle of the shot, she must have just finished fellating the cameraman and was swallowing his semen. 

Becky shot the cameraman a broad smile. "It's done she said. I didn't think I could do it but it's done."

"What did you do baby?" the cameraman asked in a soft cloying voice. 

"I had sex with black men", Becky said with sudden shyness. 

The camera man instantly countered with, "That's not so bad. White girls do that all of the time, hell it's getting downright common." 

Becky shot back, "They gangbanged me." 

For the first time, the cameraman seemed to be caught off guard. It must have been the frankness of Becky's response. It didn't fit into his coy little game of words. His reply signaled his befuddlement as he stuttered, "Well. Well. Well, that is a little different, I mean that sort of thing doesn't happen every day. I mean well, did you like it?"

Becky sat back. Her eyes danced around as she licked her right index finger. She didn't say anything. The cameraman goaded her by saying timorously, "all of that was a put-on wasn't it? You weren't forced to do this, were you?"

Becky didn't say anything. For the longest time she just smiled at the camera. I put my finger on the off button and tried to listen for Laurie. It sounded like she was still on the phone with her mother. I left my finger on the button just in case I heard footsteps. 

Thankfully Laurie stayed downstairs and I got to hear the last minutes of the video. 

In those minutes. Becky's demeanor changed. She wasn't the precocious know-it-all but instead was a girl out on her own with no reason to hide anything. Her words came easy as she said, "the thing between Brad and I started it all. We played it for the camera. I wasn't forced. I came and I stayed because I wanted to. Looking back on this, damn, I can do anything. I've had to change a lot of things over the past few months. Brad's always been nice to me. He talks shit, but who doesn't? When we first started I was a little scared. But, when it comes to sex, I've always had a submissive streak." 

The cameraman snorted and then said, "Girl, you submissive? You stood naked in front of all these men, then one by one you knocked them down. A submissive can't do that."

Becky nodded, "You'd think so. But like I said, after all of this, I think I can do anything."

The cameraman changed the topic and asked, "so you on the pill?"

Becky shook her head. 

My stepdaughter looked directly at the camera and said, "that part was true. I'm not on the pill. I may be someone's baby's momma."

The screen faded to black. 

Laurie yelled, "I'm off the phone. Let's eat, I'm starving."

Later that night I made a copy of the video. We sent the original movie to Becky.



Becky's Deal



Bradley, took the bait and continued his lewd interaction with my stepdaughter. "I'm not taking advantage of any little girls here. You love the fucking you're getting don't you?"

"I love to fuck" Becky said in a low husky voice. She let her head fall back down again. While staring at the seat of my chair; she repeated between long moans and grunts "My God, you're cock is so fucking big." 

Bradley got down close to Becky. The camera was only a foot or so from her drooping head. She was mumbling something. It sounded like a primitive mantra, she lifted her head, stared directly into the camera that now was only inches from her face and moaned breathily, "Oh God. Oh God. Hmmm... it feels so good."

"What feels good baby? Is my boy's fat black cock making you feel good?" Bradley asked with a yellow, languid smile. 

"Why are you doing this?" Becky asked weakly. 

"No one's making you stay here. My boy here can pull himself right out of you and you can stand up and watch us leave. But that's not what you want is it? You want the clothes, the cars, the house and the peace of mind that no one can take it away from you. You want it all but you wanted that smoke more and you hate an empty bottle." 

Bradley sat back on his haunches, his belly in front of him like a sack of chocolate fudge. He never took his camera off Becky. He asked her, "You don't care if your mom or dad found out. But you about choked when you realized that fancy new career of yours was going down the toilet. Don't you forget girl it was you who asked me to cover for you. It was you who grabbed my cock and purred like a torn up pussy when you saw I ain't too old to get it up. Now you know I can get it up. How many friends of mine have you fucked?"

Becky raised her head and stared into the camera. Her oblique challenge was matched. If she had intended to destroy is ability to use the tape against her by implying that she was underage, his tirade nullified that stratagem. For me, at least, he laid everything bare. I knew now why she had been so evasive about the accident. I knew now why Brad didn't want to talk about it. It wasn't just an old man's bruised pride, he was keeping a lie. Becky's lie. 

Bradley brought me out of my epiphany when he flung the question again at Becky. "Well how many of my friends have you fucked?" He demanded. 

"Four" Becky said staring directly into the camera lens.

"And how many of them did I make you fuck?" Bradley asked with an edge in his voice. 

"None, I fucked them all." Becky stared into the camera and looked like she was reading a speech. But the man behind her started bucking harder into her. Her vacant stare into the camera waivered. Then her eyes closed and she let out a long deep moan. 

"Yeah, that's it. That's the reason you fucked four of my boys. You love it. You just fucking love it, don't you? You love being bad, everyone thinks you're such a good girl and you are but you're also one hell of a hot slut.", Bradley said sibilantly. 

"I'm just as hot as any other girl. I can do nasty things and be a good girl. I'm good at what I do." Becky looked directly into the camera and talked to it as if talking to a lover from across the bed. She slowly licked her lips, glanced behind her at the old skinny black stranger who wore his smile like porcelain mask. 

"You are good at what you do. Whatever you do and you're going to do this for me for the rest of the summer aren't you?" Bradley asked in a commanding voice. 

"Yeah I am" Becky replied coyly with a mischievous grin. "I'm gonna fuck all your boys. You can have me any time you want me Mr. Jackson." Then, as if the thought just occurred to her, Becky added, the summer's short we better enjoy it while we can."

"Looks like he's enjoying it right now..."Bradley said looking up at the man mating with Becky. 

The skinny black man looked confused like he was caught between wanting something and not knowing if it were right to have. Bradley nodded his head, giving the affirmation that the old man needed. Suddenly, he leaned forward and awkwardly pulled Becky's hips closer to him. He hooted like he had stepped on a tack and was trying to be quiet. Bradley broke out in to a wide grin. His old yellow teeth shone with spit. 

"Can you feel him cum inside you girl?" Bradley asked tenderly.

Becky's eyes watered and she inhaled slowly then replied with the same tenderness. "Of course I can. He must have cum a bucket." 

"Good, now do your job girl. Do what every good white girl should do." Bradley said as approvingly as any well pleased master could be. 

Becky reached behind her and slowly extracted the black cudgel from her sex. The black uncircumcised penis was enormous. Though he had just ejaculated what must have been a huge quantity of sperm the black meat was still hard and as unyielding as bone. White froth was drying at the base; what wasn't drying was slowing running down onto the man's low hanging scrotum. After the exertion of the coitus with Becky and the delivery of a massive amount of seminal fluid, he looked older and more frail than even when I first saw him unsteadily approach Becky. 

Becky steadied her mate by holding his meat like a handle. As she held tightly onto it, she deftly slid around so she was on her knees in front of the doddering old black man. Then, as if she were born to it, she tongued his black scrotum clean. She made her way up his massive cock with the diligence and clarity of a well trained slut. She shivered; her nipples hardened as she performed her lewd act of submission. 

When she was done, Becky ran her hands over the old, skinny black man's torso and said, "My oh my Mr Jackson, this boy of yours tastes wonderful." Then, fixing her gaze on his swaying cock, she continued in a monotone voice "He's still hard." 

"You can't leave him like that bitch." Bradley replied immediately and then added "he knows the feel of your pussy, give him your mouth. Swallow his cum like you've been doing for me every day. Give him the best suck he's ever had and make it as beautiful as you do for me." 

Turning to the old man, Bradley said, "Sit down on the couch. This is a full service bitch. None of my boys ever leaves with a hard dick. You got to leave here feeling spent anything less than that is a shame, pure and simple." 

The old man sat his bare ass on my couch put his arms out on both sides and smiled like a bleary eyed drunk down at Becky. She slid her pale nakedness in between his dark legs. Immediately she sandwiched his dong between her breasts. Slowly, ever so slowly she moved up and down. Her white breasts lid around his black cock. After a few moments, my stepdaughter looked away from the idol of her worship and stared half dazed at Bradley. Then, with renewed vigor she pumped the old black man's cock through the wondrous cleft of her perfect youthful breasts. 

It was the most erotic scene I've ever witnessed. Becky on her knees, bent over this old black man's lap worshipping his long black cock with the enthusiasm of a newlywed. The old man was thin but sinewy. His yellow smile shook from his nervous tremors. The vacant, fearful look was gone from his eyes. He must have accepted the situation and decided to enjoy it. 

Becky stopped fucking him with her cleavage. She pulled away but still on her knees she was nearly erect before her black mate and ran a finger from the base of his veiny meat to the tip of his black foreskin. As her finger moved, she said in a slow, sweet voice, "My Oh my, your cock is huge. You're the biggest mister Jackson has brought over for me. We don't have time right now. My parents will be home soon." 

Becky looked over at Bradley who, I noticed was recording for posterity my stepdaughter's latest big black cock experience. She continued to talk as if to him and not the doddering black man who owned the object of her idolatry. "You'll bring him back again won't you?" Becky asked. Smiling at the camera, she played with her bottom lip with the same finger she had just traced over his cock. 

Breaking into a wide clean smile that could have been the result of a Christmas morning Becky turned, lowered herself and began tonguing the man's large testicles. The old man spread his legs so my stepdaughter could bury her face into his gray pubic hair. Her left hand roamed, open palm, around his chest while her right pumped his uncircumcised meat. 

The old man tensed. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the naked white girl between his legs. He seemed to realize as if for the first time, that she was there solely for his pleasure. He came alive like a suddenly inflated balloon.

"That's it. That's it; you is doing it right. Yeah bitch, keep it up. That's right." The old man hissed. As the old man came to life and hissed vulgarities at my stepdaughter, her ministrations became more fervent. She pressed her soft white body against his. She both pumped his cock and bathed it with her saliva. 

With her mouth full of his cock and her right hand tenderly fondling his big balls . she began to buck her hips. She switched her position so his boney leg was between her thighs. The room filled with her muffled moans and the old man's vulgarity. 

"Oh yeah, white bitch. You is a beautiful breeder. You're even prettier with my bick dick in your mouth." The old man hissed. 

He peeled back his thick lips and gritted his yellow teeth as Becky took his cue and used both of her hands to pump his cock. My stepdaughter's mouth and chin were down low between his thighs and her eyes were nearly hidden among the gray thatch of his pubic hair. 

As if spring loaded, the old man lifted his right leg and rested his heel on the arm of the couch. His breathing was hard and quick. He looked down at my stepdaughter like a man worried that he was being harmed but wasn't quite sure that it hurt. Then he closed his eyes. 

The old man began to yell, "Oh bitch, that's it. You is the bomb, the bomb in my life, you hear. Oh yeah, lick me, lick my asshole so I can shoot. I want to shoot, oh, yeah I needs to shoot." His ass came up off the couch as he yelled "I'm cumming!" 

Then all at once, Becky straightened up and plunged the ugly black cock into her mouth. Her milky white breasts dangled over his skinny black legs. Her pink nipples were hard and stiff. She clamped both hands around his meat as she heroically swallowed his remaining length deep into her throat. Her perfect white body, from her manicured toes to her flawless rounded ass, up to her angelic face was bent on one result; swallowing all of this man's black baby making sperm. 

The old man held his ass off the cushion and Becky stopped her ministrations. For a fraction of a second they froze in their lewd dance. Then the old black man's leg muscles quivered and his ass muscles clenched. Nearly inaudibly he said through his thick exhale."Suck that cum, slut; swallow it like it was your last dinner." 

Becky milked his cock. Her throat flexed with her swallows. He must have ejaculated a quart. She kept swallowing over and over as if trying not to drown. He finally stopped flexing and let his ass sag back onto the cushion. Becky extricated herself from his rod and dutifully licked his penis and scrotum clean. She then licked his abdomen, stood up and started to give the old man a kiss. He shied away and then blurted out, "Not with that mouth, I know where it's been" Bradley pulled the camera from his eye and laughed hard and deep. 

"Boy, where the hell did all that come from? I thought I was going to have another boring video of this bitch sucking off another old black man. But you bust out with that shit. She's right, we got to have you back." 

The old man giggled through a sudden froth of saliva then asked, "You going to pay me next time right?"

"Shut the fuck up." Bradley replied in the same jocular tone. 

Through all of this, Becky hadn't moved from her spot between the old black man's thighs. She was looking expectantly up at Bradley. 

"Well, it's that time baby. We better get going. Get your clothes on man. Baby, we'll be doing this again. On..."Bradley stopped and was staring at the old black man who was leaning forward running his palms over my stepdaughter's relaxed pink nipples, looking at her hair and licking his lips. She didn't back away or show any revulsion; instead there was a look of serene hopefulness on her face. As if she knew she had done well and expected praise. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm available any time." The old man said, slowly biting off the last word 

"Good, then we'll plan this for Thursday." Bradley said with finality. 

"That's only two days away." Becky announced. 

Bradley answered with, "I know, our agreement was as much as I wanted until you moved away. It was your agreement. Hell, I don't know why you're bitching, because you obviously loved this dicking you got. That black boy you knew in college sure did teach you right. Hell, I need to look him and thank him personally. Now get your ass up and let's make sure this place looks good for your folks." 

Becky got up and gathered the old man's clothes for him. He sat naked on my couch as she walked around the room stooping over periodically to pick up socks, a belt, pants, a shirt, a hat and a pair of old penny loafers. I was given a perfect view of her ass and her well used pussy when she leaned over for the shoes. Her labia was puffy and her thighs were streaked with runnels of sperm and seminal fluid. 

Becky stayed nude as the two old black men dressed. Her pale youthful body was a strong contrast to their weathered black skin. She stood in middle of the room, looking back and forth as if making sure each of them had everything they needed. 

The old man finished dressing first. His clothes were old and drab but his smile was quick and his eyes flashed with a youthful radiance that almost made me smile too. Then his smile took on a lecherous edge and he put his arm around Becky, leaned down and sucked hard on her left nipple. Becky grimaced from the sudden attack but she did nothing to stop the old man. 

"Now that's good. Real good, young lady", Bradley admonished. 

The old man was obviously sucking hard with no regard whatsoever for Becky. Her nipple disappeared beneath the circle of his thick lips. Moans came from his throat. A tent was forming in his old work trousers. 

"Now that's enough. Leave her be. What you trying to do, feed off her? She ain't pregnant." Bradley bellowed at the old man then, when he didn't respond, Bradley cuffed him lightly on the back of the head. 

"I said she ain't pregnant." Bradley said then turned to Becky and asked, "Right?"

Becky just shook her head.

"Good, but you might be by the end of the summer." The old man cackled. 

Becky blushed. 

Bradley's expression clouded, then it hardened as he looked down at my stepdaughter disapprovingly. Without warning he launched into a tirade "Well the next time, maybe you won't be driving so damn high. You're the one that asked me for this arrangement. Fuck, you had enough shit in that car to get the whole neighborhood high. I fucking hate everyone thinking I'm too old to drive. I can drive fine, its your drugged up ass that got my car all banged up. I got people asking me if they can take me places. I ain't too old to drive. We ain't too old to fuck and that is exactly what you is going to do. You're going to fuck until you move out. So, what you got to say?" 

Becky stared at the floor, her blush brightened. The old man clucked and said something about not being hard on the poor girl. Bradley swelled as if he meant to exhale a thundering barrage at the old man but Becky's cool answer stopped him. 

"I guess I'll see you on Thursday." she said with an innocent smile. 

"Very well" Bradley said with an undisputable finality. He patted her on the shoulder and told the old man to get going. They headed for the door and I realized at that moment that I would be in plain sight from the door. 

I padded softly to the kitchen and ducked around the corner. I was too scared to look down the hall. I stood in the kitchen staring at the basement door trying to hear what the two men were saying to Becky. All I could hear was the beating of my own heart. I opened the basement door and stepped lightly down the steps. I don't know what I expected to do but I knew that no matter what I couldn't let Becky find me. 

I went into the laundry room where the furnace and water heater were located. When I could finally control my thinking I looked around and assumed that Becky would most likely take a shower. If she did, I'd hear the water going down the drain and then I could make my exit. 

My fervid plan was flawed. 

Becky came down the stairs with clothes and sheets in her arms. She was naked. I quickly squeezed behind the furnace. With The furnace in front of me and the water heater on my right most of the light from the bulb was blocked. If Becky had looked for me she certainly would have seen me but she was not looking around. She went straight to the washer filled it with her bundle and detergent then set it to fill. 

Oddly she didn't turn to leave she just stood there, bent over the washer. Her creamy white ass was jutting out like it had for Bradley just a few minutes ago upstairs. I could see the side of her right breast. Her pink nipple was hard. She parted her feet on the cement floor. I saw the fingers of her left hand stroking her sex. Her ass moved slightly as she rubbed her clitoris. 

"Oh my God, fuck yes." was all I could hear. She let her torso fall onto the top of the washer. She shivered through her climax. Abruptly she turned and went upstairs. A couple of minutes later I heard the water run down the drain. I left the house through the back door and got into my car and left. 

I came home at my regular time. Becky was laying on the couch watching television. I told her that I had the check and that our car would be fixed soon. She agreed that would be great. I never mentioned what I had seen to Becky or my wife. I also didn't tell them that I had gotten off work early or that I had left the house and went to the store to buy a web enabled wireless camera.