Photoshop 69

Photoshop 69
An interracial/mindcontrol story
copyright 2003 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009

Note: This story was originally released in three parts.

Photoshop 69.1

Jefferson waddled his way past several stacks of Hustlers, other porn,
as well as camera magazines. Sweat soaked his tee shirt's underarms,
partially from his large size, and partially from the summer heat in his
mother's garage. The obese 55 year old black man was a big time loser, he lived with his 78 year old mother, cooked chicken at Popeye’s for $7 an hour, was divorced twice, and was huge porn addict.

Jefferson was good at one thing and that was photography, anything to do
with cameras. His knowledge sprang from his love of porn. He liked
taking pictures of the huge salami between his legs. His cock was a
thick, fourteen inches long, though only a foot was visible as two
inches were hidden by fat. He took the first picture of his cock when he
was fourteen and never stopped. As the century turned he bought a
digital camera and soon his cock was all over the net. Jefferson loved
reading the responses to his postings, though most were from gay men.

Jefferson  picked up a little extra cash from photography, mostly family
pet pictures at the local pet shop. He sat at an old work bench and
picked up his latest project sitting beside the answering machine for
the garage phone. It was a high powered, longer flash designed to dilate
the pupils to reduce redeye. He hurriedly tinkered with it a bit as it
was almost noon and he was hungry.

Jefferson put a new, stronger bulb in his flash, sealed it and turned
the camera around so that he was looking at it.

FLASH

Jefferson shook his head, blinking as his head spun around. He put the
camera down and unbuckled his pants. His cock plopped out of his old,
ratty underwear, it was already turning hard. He spit in his hand a
couple times and started coating his cock, soon he was stroking it
rapidly. "I gotta remember the b-ball game," he said, jerking his cock.
He loved jerking off and did it at least once a day even when he was
married, but usually he was staring at porn not thinking about his
basketball game. "Oh fuck," he groaned, as cum splattered across his work bench. 'Don't forget my game,' he thought again.

"Fuckin weird," said Jefferson, looking at the mess. "Fuckin good cum,
but weird." He was hungry and glanced at the clock doing a double take.
It was now 1:15, he'd missed lunch.

Something else was strange. The answering machine light was now
blinking. He hadn't seen it blinking a moment ago and hadn't heard it
ring. He pressed play. "Hey jerk off," said the voice of his friend
Leroy, "don't forget our b-ball game tonight."

"What the fuck?" Jerk off and don't forget the game? Leroy had called
him jerk off since catching the fat man masturbating 30 years ago. What
had just happened?

Jefferson moved as fast as his body could. He grabbed his video camera
and turned it on pointing it at his face. Jefferson picked up his
modified flash again and pointed it too at his face. He checked the time
and hit the button.

FLASH

Jefferson shook his head again and rubbed his eyes. Nothing had happened
of course just a flash hurting his eyes. He checked the clock and
stared. It had moved forward an hour.

The big black man rewound the video and hooked it up to the computer.
For the next hour he stared a his face, jowls hanging, mouth slightly
parted, breathing slowly staring off into space. The weirdest thing were
his eyes. The pupils had grown to fill his entire eye. After an hour,
they dilated back down to normal and Jefferson watched himself snap out
of it. He stopped the video. This required some thought and for the
first time in his life, Jefferson put off eating.

****************

Becky entered the garage her eyes widening in shock. She knew this was a
bad idea. First, she didn't like having pictures of herself taken.
Second, this neighborhood was rather rundown, trashy, and seemed
predominately black, as well as dirty, very dirty, Third, this garage
was clearly someone's home filled with a bed, stacks of porn magazines,
and very dirty also. Lastly, the black man standing before her was an
absolutely repulsive individual, fat, balding, and unshaved with some
missing teeth. He also looked dirty. "Hello Miss," he said in a deep
voice.
 
"I'm sorry, I think I have the wrong place."

"You looking to have some pictures taken?"

"Well, I saw an ad in the paper and..."

"That's me."

"I think I changed my mind. This wasn't what I expected."

"Look if you have a problem with black people..."

"No, no, not at all."

"Then what's the problem. I'm a damn good photographer and I'm cheap.
Ifs ya don't likes them, you don't haves to pay."

"Nothing I guess. Your ad said you'd do some portrait shots for $39.99?"
The garage was so dirty she hoped she wouldn't have to sit anywhere.

"That's right. May I ask the occasion?"

"My husband is leaving for Kuwait and I want something he can keep in
his wallet."

"Just portraits, nothing sexier?"

"Oh no, I couldn't do that. I don't like revealing too much skin and
Pete doesn't like other men staring at me."

"That's fine then. I'm Jefferson."

"Becky."

"Becky, go sit in the chair where I have the green backdrop set up."
Becky looked at the dirty chair and crinkled her nose in distaste. She
had a strong desire to wash her hands. A long hot bath in her clean
bathroom would be in order when she got home.

****************

Jefferson had trouble keeping his hands from shaking. This was the first
girl to answer his ad and she was gorgeous. Long, straight red hair,
rather tall, with green eyes, pale, freckle covered cheeks, and what
looked like a killer rack hidden under a bulky sweater. The thought of
this beautiful white girl becoming his slut should have made his dick
hard, but he was too nervous and when he was nervous he tended to sweat
a lot. His tee shirt soon turned wet.

Jefferson had tweaked his model flash, tuning it down so that hopefully
it would make the subject more susceptible to suggestion. He hadn't
tried it out yet, but had used the big flash on his mother. The old lady
no longer nagged him constantly.

"Alright Becky, stare into the camera, say cheese, and..."

FLASH

Becky blinked and shook her head. Jefferson saw that her pupils had
dilated a little. "Alright beautiful, toss your hair back and smile."

FLASH

"Oh baby the camera loves you. You should be modeling." Becky had
visibly relaxed while Jefferson continued to take pictures. The black
man felt his cock stirring now that it appeared to be working. She was
doing everything he said. "Let me take some full body shots."

"Ok," she said meekly.

"Go stand by the bed." Becky looked at it uncomfortably. Jefferson
wished he had made it up, but then he hadn't known she was coming. The
girl seemed pretty prissy.

FLASH

"The bed is fine Becky." She nodded. "Why don't you take the sweater
off?"

"I'd rather not thanks."

Jefferson was still learning to fine tune his technique. Don't phrase
things in the form of a question. Give commands.

FLASH

"Becky, you're hot. Take your sweater off." Becky pulled her collar out
as if she was uncomfortable, then pulled the sweater over her head. He
snapped some cheap shots of her undressing. It was working! He had a
portable device he could take to the beach, college campus‘, or even take photos of the high school cheerleaders. Turning them into vacant zombies for an hour wouldn't have been practical.

Jefferson could now see that her breasts were quite large and high on
her chest. She was tall, with a very thin waist, as well as a nice ass.
Her tits were at least a D cup if not double, and strained at her
blouse.

FLASH

"Show some cleavage. Unbutton the top couple buttons."

"I don't know Jefferson," she said, but she was already unbuttoning the
top two.

"Your husband will love you for this."

Becky nodded. "He will love it, but I'm not used to doing things like
this. " She stopped three buttons down. "This is as far as I'm going.
"I'm not going to show any more cleavage to a stranger."

FLASH

"I'm not a stranger. I'm an old friend of your father's. He trusted me
completely and so do you. You even had a huge crush on me, always
putting on something nice when I came to visit. Just a couple more
buttons." Jefferson sighed when she didn't move. "Undo a couple more
buttons."

"Look, Jeff, I know we go back a long ways, but I can't do this in front
of you." Becky blushed.

"Then I'm not here. Just my voice."

FLASH "

"You're alone posing for the camera. Undo the rest of your top just like
you would undressing for bed, but stare at the camera when you do."
The sexy redhead nonchalantly obeyed, even humming a bit as she
undressed, staring at the camera the whole time. "Smile as you do it
Becky." She grinned happily and pulled her top off. Jefferson groaned at
the sight of her huge white tits straining to break free of the bra. Her
skin was very white and covered with freckles. Her waist was too thin
for her breasts, making her look like a living Barbie. Her belly was
flat and sexy and Jefferson wanted to kneel and thrust his tongue into
her naval. "Now take the bra off."

Becky continued to smile at the camera as she reached behind her and
unhooked her plain, old bra.

FLASH

Jefferson thought he was about to have a heart attack when he saw her
tits. He'd drooled over white boobs in porns for years, but never
thought he'd see any outside of the occasional strip bar. His second
wife had a rack as big as the white woman's, but his wife had been
almost as fat as Jefferson. Becky's were big, up thrust, and capped by
light-pinkish nipples. "Becky," said Jefferson, wiping some sweat off his brow. It's very cold in here, especially on your breasts." Oh god, her nipples were hardening. Jeff's wet tongue flickered out and moistened his lips. They looked like flat, hard pencil erasers and her entire areola were swelling up too, getting goose bumps. "N-now take your pants off."

Becky frowned, but kept smiling. She unbuttoned her pants, then pulled
the zipper down. Her hips were wide and sexy and she had struggled to get the pants over her hips. Her crotch and ass were hidden by shapeless
granny-panties. "Now step out of your panties." Becky hesitated. Her
pupils didn't seem quite so dilated.

FLASH

Jeff snapped a picture just for safe measure. He turned the flash off,
but continued to snap pictures as Becky stripped completely naked. Her
pussy was as red as her hair. "Lay down on the bed. Continue to smile
and stare at the camera."

Jefferson's cock was becoming uncomfortable in his pants. He lowered the
camera to his crotch and began undoing his pants. Becky smiled and
stared at the camera the whole time as she laid back in his unmade bed.
She didn't react in the least when he pulled his fourteen inch monster
out. He wondered what she was thinking. Could she really not see him?
Was she staring at a disembodied camera floating around? He didn't
appear to have complete control over her. He probably couldn't get her
to do anything against her nature such as suicide or kill someone. It
appeared, she had to be tricked.

FLASH

"Becky, do you masturbate?"

"Of course not," she frowned a little and furrowed her brows as if aware
something wasn't right.

"Do it. Spread your legs and stick your fingers in your pussy."

Becky spread her legs, but looked confused. "No, I don't do that. What
was I thinking?" she seemed to ask herself.

Jefferson squeezed the tip of his cock in frustration. "Becky, you're
not in a bed. You're in a warm relaxing bathtub." The nude woman on his couch sat up, rested her head back against his pillows and relaxed as if she were really taking a bath. "Your breasts are dirty, but you don't have a wash cloth. Slowly rub your hands over them and stroke the dirt off your nipples." She did it and Jeff squeezed his cock again in frustration at the slow progress. He should just hit her with the big flash and turn her into a black cock loving slut, but it was important to test the limits of his device.

"Dirty," mumbled Becky looking at her nipples as she twirled them
between her fingers, then looked up and smiled at the camera again as
Jefferson snapped picture after picture. He chuckled and brought his
cock up to her face, holding the camera out as he took some pictures. It
would look like she was smiling at his cock in the photograph.

"Becky! You let you crotch get all dirty. Use one hand to clean it. You
can continue to clean your breasts and nipples with your other hand."
Jefferson groaned as her hand slipped down through her curly red pubes
and rubbed around her crotch. He moved down to the edge of the bed and
snapped a picture of his cock pointed at her pussy with her smiling up
at him. "Don't forget the inside of your pussy. It's very dirty too. Use
two fingers to clean it." Becky slipped two fingers between her pussy
lips. "The dirt's deep Becky, rub it hard. It feels good to clean your
pussy." She moaned softly. "It feels real good. Raise your hips into
your fingers to help clean it. It feels good to clean your pussy."

FLASH FLASH FLASH

"You've never felt this good. It feels better then your husband's little
penis. You'll want to clean your pussy every night."

"Oh god," she moaned.

"It's not getting clean Becky. Thrust harder, harder." The innocent
married housewife was writhing on his bed, fucking her hand like a bitch
in heat. The bed was actually bucking. "You can't take it anymore. Only
an orgasm will wash the dirt away. Cum Becky. CUM!"

Becky's eyes and mouth flew open and she arched her back. "Oh, oh,
aahhhh, yesss," she hissed falling back against his pillows.

Jefferson couldn't take it anymore.

FLASH

"You love black cock. The bigger the better. See my cock, Becky. Suck
on it"

Becky's eyes suddenly focused on his cock as if seeing it for the first
time. For a second, he thought she'd actually do it. She looked lustful,
then her eyes widened in horror and she screamed before realizing she was nude. She scrambled off the bed, running to her clothes.
"What's happening here? I trusted you Jeff. I'll tell daddy."

"Fuck!" Jefferson put his protective sunglasses on and picked up the
prototype camera. "Wait Becky, before you go. Look at me." Becky did as
she struggled into her pants.

FLASH

Jefferson watched as the woman froze in an unbalanced position and fell
over. He removed his sunglasses and went over to pull her up. He led her
over to the bed and sat her down. Her feet moved and her body responded
to his strength while her dilated eyes just stared off into space.
"Becky, you're a black cock loving whore. You love sucking it,
swallowing cum, and you can never have enough in your pussy. Sit there
and think about this over and over."

Jefferson went over to his computer and brought up some of the pictures
and spent the hour editing the day's work. These pics would be all over
the internet by tonight.

As the hour drew near, he stripped off his clothes and walked over to
the nude zombie. His cock had barely shrunk and a few tugs on the end
had it hard and ready. He smacked his cock against her face a couple
times, seeing her flinch before his organ hit her. She could see! He
placed it on her lips and waited.

Becky blinked suddenly and her eyes focused. Jefferson groaned as her
tongue lunged out to lick the tip of his cock. Then she reared back
looking like she was about to get sick and stared at his crotch in awe
and disgust. She opened her mouth and screamed. "Help!"

FLASH

Jefferson opened his eyes after the flash went off. Becky was frozen,
her eyes dilated again. "Fuck," he said. "I needs this pussy."

The fat black man pushed the nude woman down on his unkempt bed and
spread her legs. He kneeled on the bed, cupping one leg with his arm and
guiding his cock towards her pussy. The tip scraped her pussy lips,
finding them wet, but unyielding. "Fuck, fuck this shit," he cursed. "I can't do it like this. I needs her willing."

Jefferson retrieved his camera and took some pictures of his cock
pointed at her pussy. He moved up her body and got some pictures of his
dark black monster superimposed over her pale, freckle covered belly and
tits. The interracial sites would eat this up. He finished
by snapping some pics of his cock head lodged in her mouth. After that,
he couldn't stand it any more and jerked off while kneeling beside her.
His first load was so large, the big wad over shot her and landed on his
already cum stained sheets. The sperm left a trail, the long strand
covering her tits almost from nipple to nipple. The second wad
splattered on her left breast. He twisted his waist and aimed the last
few wads at her belly and pubes, the wads hitting their targets. His
balls matched the huge size of his dick as did his loads of cum. Even
so, the old black man was impressed with the amount he had cum. He took
a few quick pictures.

Jefferson scooped up the wads on her breasts and belly and stuck his
fingers in her mouth. "Taste that Becky. Swallow it. It tastes good and
you want more. It tastes like hot chicken soup, very good for you. Give
your husband a blow job tonight. Your husband's cum tastes like sour
milk. " Jefferson gathered up some paper towels and cleaned her as best
he could. "Becky, you do not realize that you are naked. You will get
dressed and not remember anything that happened today. You stopped by my
shop surprised to find it was owned by a trusted old friend." Jefferson
checked the time. She'd be coming around soon. He hurried to dress,
continuing to talk. "You've always found the fat black man sexy and had a huge crush on him. You always wore somethin sexy for him when he stopped by to see your dad. The photographer couldn't take your pictures today, but you were very impressed with his professionalism. You will come back in two days to get some cheesecake pictures done for your husband. Wear sexier clothes. Your pussy is dirty every morning and every night. Picture the black man in you mind as you clean it. Imagine sucking on his huge black dick, his tasty seed warming your belly. Big black cock is the best tool for cleaning dirty pussy. Your husband's little penis only pushes the dirt deeper then he can reach. Only black cock can flush out all the dirt by making you orgasm. These thoughts are not new, you've been having them your whole life, since seeing the fat black man for the first time..."

Becky suddenly shook her head and rubbed her eyes. She swallowed,
looking confused, probably wondering what was in her mouth. She smiled,
smacked her lips, then licked them with her tongue. "Well Jeff, thanks
for lunch. It was good seeing you again." Becky leaned up and kissed him
on the cheek. He watched as she blushed, her cheeks and breasts turning
red. "I'll tell dad I saw you," she said, pulling the baggy old panty on.

"Don't bother, I'll surprise him someday."

"Well," she said. "I guess I'll see you in a couple days."
Becky, now in her clothes, smiled at him and left.


Photoshop 69.2



"Holy shit!" Pete was in heaven.

"Honey, language please."

"Sorry dear," said Pete, hoping he hadn't upset her too much. Becky
licked around the head of his dick apparently not too upset with his
foul language.

Becky was surprised with herself. This was not something she had ever
considered doing. She was licking her husband's thingy. The thing he
peed from. His penis. It was dirty and made her feel cheap. Still, Pete
seemed to be enjoying it very much and she expected his little penis to
squirt soon. Little? It was 6 inches, not little. Where had that come
from? Where had the idea to do this in the first place come from? She
pictured her old friend Jefferson in her mind suddenly and forced the
image away. It wasn't appropriate to think about the handsome black man
while performing fellatio on her husband. She tried sucking on it again,
gagging a little, but her mouth was clearly getting used to it and she
swallowed another inch.

Pete was clean, having just gotten out of the shower, but still she
pictured his crotch all sweaty and dirty. She pictured him not shaking
his dick after peeing, leaving urine on it, and she felt sick to her
stomach. Something hot hit the top of her mouth. Pete had just orgasmed.
Disgusted, she yanked her head back off his penis as the wad of sperm
fell to her tongue and her mouth filled with the most awful taste, she'd
ever experienced.

Becky ran to the bathroom and spit his semen out into the sink. She
rinsed her mouth out, then gargled with mouthwash, and brushed her
teeth. Still, the awful taste lingered and she knew she'd never do that
again.

"You're the best wife in the world," said Pete, as she returned to bed.

"I wanted to do something nice for you before you shipped out Why'd you
ruin it by squirting that nasty stuff in my mouth?. Yech."

"Sorry, lost control, it was so great." Pete's eyes roamed her pajama
covered body as she climbed in bed beside him. "Guess what? I think I
can go again."

Becky turned the light out and reached under the covers to pull her
pants off. Pete was between her legs within seconds. She grimaced as he
entered her pushing the dirt in her pussy deeper then he could ever
reach. She wrapped her legs around him and thrust back to get this over
with so she could go clean herself. He took her thrusts as lust and
started grunting. Just the thought of more of that foul tasting stuff
inside her vagina made her feel sick. Luckily, he came quickly and
rolled off her.

"Hey, where you going?" Pete asked as she jumped out of bed.

"Gotta clean out my pussy before bed."

"Clean your what?"

Becky didn't answer. She entered the bathroom, sat on the toilet and
scooped out as much of his nasty semen as she could, certain that she had missed some to further dirty up her pussy. She ran the water, filling the tub, and soon she climbed in.

Becky felt dirty and hated it as her fingers entered her vagina under
the water. She'd been obsessed with cleanliness since she was a child.
Big black cock. Her mother was a neat freak always cleaning, scrubbing,
mopping, windexing, lysoling, etc. Big black cock. Her dad was a
minister who always said, "Cleanliness is next to godliness Becca, now
go get cleaned up for dinner." COCK! Black cock. "Ooo yeah," she moaned
moving her fingers around rapidly. Daddy was popular and always had
guests over for dinner, like the charming Jefferson and his big black
cock. Becky always wore her prettiest dress when Mr. Jefferson came over. Funny, she couldn't actually picture the black man having dinner with her family, though she knew it had happened often. She could picture an obscenely large black cock jutting out from the black man's obese body. One too large to be real, obviously just a fantasy she had concocted to go with her childhood crush. "Oh god, oh god, oh yesss," she moaned, cumming. Thinking about the handsome black man's equipment was just what she needed to flush the dirt from her pussy. Remembering the past gave her a crazy thought. Maybe, she should find something sexy to impress the big black man when she saw him again in a couple days?

*****************

Jefferson wiped his cheetos stained fingers on his tee shirt as he
watched the TV. He was playing an interview with a famous Vegas stage
hypnotist/magician.

The interviewer was saying, "So it's true you can't make someone do
something against their will?"

"Well, yes and no," said the magician. "I can't order someone to commit
suicide by jumping off the golden gate bridge. I can make them think the
water is only a few feet down. I can also bring back memories. Say the
subject was suicidal in their teens. If I knew this, I could bring back
the memories and convince the subject to jump. Of course this is
immoral, it's much better to help a subject quit smoking or eat
healthier etc. I could convince someone they knew how to fly a plane,
but they couldn't actualy do it."

"I see."

"There's always a way around inhibitions. If the subject can see
themselves doing it, I can make them do it."

Jefferson turned the TV off and washed his hands. He didn't mind being
dirty, but there were two things he always washed up for, his cameras
and his computer. If Becky could see herself doing it, he could make her
do it. Jefferson brought up Photoshop and began editing some pictures.

**************

"Hey Jeff," said Becky, kissing her old friend on the cheek. What an odd
choice for her to have a crush on. The man looked like a sixty year old
version of Fat Albert. His face and jowls were shiny with sweat and the
armpits of his food stained tee shirt were wet.  He stepped back so she
could enter the garage. Becky looked around. "Jeff what happened this
place is a mess?"

"Nothing Becky. That sho is a nice dress you gots on."

"This old thing?" Becky spun around for him making the short skirt twirl
dangerously high up her thighs. The dress was light green with spaghetti
straps and it ended right above her knee. It was the shortest dress
she'd ever worn by a good twelve inches. She giggled thinking of the
sexy lingerie she was wearing underneath it. She bought the underwear on
impulse to feel sexy posing for Jeff, even though he'd never see it.

"Smile" he said.

FLASH

Fifteen minutes later, Becky pulled the dress over her head. It felt
strange exposing herself in front of her father's friend, but it was also thrilling. Pete had barely seen this much of her body in daylight and never wearing anything so sexy. Like her dress, the bra and panties were light green to go with her red hair. They were silk and hugged her curves. Her nipples were light and rosy, but still partially visible through the material. Becky had a slight headache from the incessant camera flashes as Jeff put her through all sorts of poses. "That outfit sho is better then them granny panties you wore last time," he said. "Now take your top off."

Becky hesitated, then removed her bra. For the first time in her life,
someone other then her husband was seeing her bare breasts or so she
thought. The camera continued to go off. "What did you mean when you
said granny panties, Jeff?"

"Those old folks underwear you wore the last time. Remove your panties."

Becky was confused as she pulled her panties down. "But we didn't take
pictures last time. Your camera wasn't working. That's why I'm here
today. Remember?"

"Look at that dirty pussy."

Oh god, how embarrassing. It was dirty. Big black cock. Becky slid her
hand down her belly, past her red bush and her finger started teasing
her clit. Big black cock. Her pussy needed a good cleaning. It needed
big black cock, but she was married. Married to a little man whose penis
could never reach the dirt deep in her pussy. A man who could never make
her orgasm to flush out the dirt. These strange thoughts scared her as
well as the fact that she was resenting Pete a little.

"You don't know what you're talking about. We didn't finish taking
pictures because you were too into my cock. Did you enjoy my thang
better?"

Becky thrust her hips forward to get her fingers in deeper. "I don't
understand?" She had a nagging feeling she didn't know what she was
talking about. "I'm not comfortable being here any more, Jeff."

"You are relaxed and fine, Becky."

Becky relaxed her body only to tense up again as an orgasm approached.
For some reason she looked at Jeff as if pleading with him.

"Cum Becky. It is your biggest orgasm ever."

"Aaaaaah my gawd," she moaned. Becky was still standing and the strength
of the orgasm made her legs shake so bad she felt she might collapse.
"Oh that was good."

"Remember sucking my cock, Becky. We fucked for hours. You're addicted to black cock."

"You're crazy." Becky was starting to have doubts. She vaguely
remembered having his cock in her mouth. It was the obscenely long black
cock of her fantasies. Yet, the only time she could remember sucking on
a man's penis was Pete's the other day and she would have remembered the
awful taste of Jeff's cum. No, Jeff's cum tasted good, he was black, hot
and tasty black seed warming her belly. Her belly growled wanting more.
"Something's not right here."

"I can prove it. Go look on my computer."

The large black man followed the nude woman over to the computer where
she sat down. He brought up a picture folder. Becky gasped when she saw
herself smiling at his big horse cock. In one scene she had cum dripping
from her lips. She looked in a daze, drugged maybe, blankly staring off
into space with large dilated pupils. The next picture had her kneeling,
smiling up at the camera with Jefferson kneeling nude behind her, his cock rampant above her ass. In the next picture it was gone apparently buried in her pussy, but her pose and expression hadn't changed. "Wait a sec! These are faked!"

"They aren't fakes, Becky."

Becky looked at the computer again. It wasn't a fake. This had happened.
"No, please don't let this be real."

Jefferson put on dark glasses. "Stare at the bulb on the computer
Becky." She looked up.

FLASH

Jefferson moved the frozen woman's head back down to stare at the
pictures as he put them on slideshow. "This happened Becky. Picture
yourself doing this Becky. It wasn't your fault. Your pussy needed
cleaning and now you'll do anything for more black cock. It was the
greatest sex of your life. You've never felt so clean. This pic here,
you can't see my cock, but it's buried in your ass. Your ass is dirty
too. You need big black cock in your pussy, ass, and mouth. It makes you
feel good, feel happy, feel as though you belong. It makes you feel
clean to fuck and suck black men. It's what you were born to do. Stare
at the pictures Becky and remember doing them. Oh, and when your around
black cock, your mind gets as dirty as your pussy. Speaking the dirty
words is the only way to clean your mind Becky."

**************

Becky's eyes focused on the images changing on the computer. Jefferson
was right, they'd fucked and sucked the last time she was here. She'd
given in to her old crush. His charm, looks, and big cock had been too
much for her. Guilt must have made her forget what had happened. Even
now she couldn't quite remember the sequence of events, just what the
pictures randomly showed. Well, she'd have to make new memories. Becky
pushed the chair back, stood, and turned around. Her eyes opened wide
with joy at the sight of Jefferson laying back on the bed nude. His
monster cock laying over his flabby thigh, already plump and rising.
"You move fast," she said. One second he had been standing over her to
show her the pictures on the computer and another he was lying nude on
his unmade bed reading a porn magazine.

"I go slow with the important stuff, baby."

"I know it lover." Becky stepped around a video camera on a tripod that
she hadn't noticed before and there were two others, all aimed at the
bed. Words formed and flowed from her dirty mind. "I'd love to suck on
that big black cock."

"Be my guest, ya fuckin cocksucking white ho."

Becky winked at him and fell to her knees beside the bed as he sat up.
She reached up and grasped his cock, her touch being the last thing it
needed to grow to it's full fourteen inch glory. "I should have done this years ago. Where have you been all my life you big beautiful thing." She pulled it out from his fat belly and licked around the head. Her stomach growled. Becky would of preferred taking her time, but she was too hungry for his sperm. She took the head in her mouth and immediately gagged. "Sorry, I don't remember it being this hard."

"You’re a born cocksucker Becky. I'll let you watch some of my movies so
you can copy the techniques."

"I'd like that." Becky took his cock head in her mouth again and took it
a little slower. Pete's hadn't been easy, but this was three times as
thick as her husband's. She loved this dick. There was no place she'd
rather be then slurping on Jeff's big schlong. Becky suppressed the gag
reflex as the bulbous head pushed into her throat. She managed around
half and began bobbing her head rapidly over it while stroking the rest
with one hand while kneading his balls with her other. She had kept up
the pace long enough for her neck and shoulders to start cramping when
she noticed the monster getting even bigger. Bile rose in her throat as
she thought of the foul taste of Pete's semen, then she remembered black
seed tasted different. She withdrew the head from her mouth just in time
as the warm broth filled her mouth. Becky's throat purred contentedly as
wad after wad of his hot, tasty seed flowed into her belly, warming her,
the heat spreading through her body. "Hmmm, so yummy," she said,
stroking forward on his cock until the last bit of milky fluid appeared
around the tip. She licked it up, then ran her tongue around the knobby
head until the black man shuddered.

"Gets on the bed ho, I'm gonna go piss. Start cleaning that dirty
pussy."  Becky did as she was told, getting her pussy all juiced up for
Jeff. He came back and pointed his camera at her. "Smile baby and watch
the birdie."

FLASH

Becky felt her mild headache returning as he snapped several pictures.
She tried to stare at the camera, but her attention was focused on the
big black banana swinging between his legs. "Come on and fuck me with
that big cock, Jeff."

Jefferson leaned down and kissed her. His breath and tongue tasted like
Fritos as she kissed him passionately. He kept kissing her as he moved
around, her hand slipping under his belly to stroke his growing cock.
"Ummmph," she grunted as he rolled on top of her. "C-can't breat..."
Becky gasped for air as the fat man sat up. He settled for kneeling
between her spread legs. The bed was small, barely big enough for the
black man. Even now, his weight threatened to push the end where he
kneeled down, but luckily the bed held strong.

"Put it in, ho."

Becky sat up, reached down between her legs and grasped his cock. She
felt his immense girth and looked at her tight pussy lips wondering how
he had ever gotten the big black monster cock inside her last time, but
they had and it had been the best sex of her life. She rubbed the head
along her labia and poised it at the opening of her pussy. She looked up
his fat, sweaty belly to his face and said, "Put it in lover. Fuck me
good and deep." Becky gasped as her pussy lips slowly pushed inwards only to spread apart and spring back as his black cock head forced it's way in.

"It wasn't this hard the last time," Becky gasped, panting. The fat,
girth of his shaft stretched her out like never before, the head soon
plowing deeper then Pete had ever been, seven inches, eight, eight and a
half. "Ow, ow, slow down."

"How’s it feels baby?"

"Oh Jeff, it hurts. Your cock's too big, too deep. It's hitting my
cervix."

"You love it. You want more and more. Only big cocks satisfy your needy
pussy. Only black cock can make you cum."

Becky quit wincing and stretched her legs, trying to pull him in deeper.
"Ooo, fuck me baby. Give it to me, deeper. I love it. Oh god, it's
making me cum. Aaaahhhhhh yeessss!" For the first time in days Becky felt clean. She smiled and sat up to watch his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. She reached out andngrabbed two handfuls of his flabby stomach, trying to pull him in as she thrust her hips up. "Oh yes. Your big cock's gonna make me cum again."

"You’re a fuckin dream come true," said Jefferson, staring at his cock
pumping in and out of her writhing body. "Turn over," he said pulling
out when she'd come down from her orgasm.

Becky flipped over and got on all fours while Jefferson began fucking
her doggy style. "Oh god, Jeff, I've never been fucked like this. I
fucking love it. Give it to me deeper and harder baby."

Jefferson started pumping her hard, his unfit body gasping for air as
sweat rolled down his bare skin. He squeezed her ass cheek and pushed
his thumb into her ass which gave her another big orgasm. "You on the
pill, ho?"

"Oh god. Yes, for now. P-ETE and I, oh yes, are g-oh-nna start a
f-family s-oon. Cumming!"

"Me too slut." Jefferson slammed his cock deep and blew the best load of
his life. Becky had one long continuous orgasm as she took his seed into
her womb.

Jefferson pulled out, snapped a few pictures of her sperm filled pussy,
then waddled inside his mom's house to get a cold soda. He was wheezing
with exhaustion when he returned to the garage. The sight that greeted
him was astonishing. Becky was still on the bed. This time her head was
down and her ass was up. Her hands were holding her butt cheeks apart.
"Please baby, my ass needs your big cock, it's still dirty. Fuck it
stud."

Jefferson exhaled sharply. He needed time to recharge. "Look over at the computer first." Becky did.

FLASH

"Well what am I look...?" she asked?

FLASH

ing at? You’re hard again? You've already cum twice. What kind of a man
are you?"

"A real man, bitch."

Becky put her head back down and stretched her ass as wide open as it
would go. A new thought had popped into her mind while waiting to get
ass fucked. She no longer wanted to start a family with Pete, she wanted
Jefferson's baby. She would quit taking the pill immediately. Strange,
her ass felt gooey as if it were already lubricated. Jefferson's cock
slid between her cheeks also feeling well lubricated. The head
approached her rosebud and pushed. "Oh that's good," she moaned. His
monster stretched her anus out until she thought it would rip and she
even felt blood vessels tearing at the intrusion, but there was no pain.
In fact, the pleasure was almost unbearable. She started cumming just
from having her ass fucked. The deeper he went the more she came.  He
fucked her hard while she constantly came. Becky lost all track of time
Eventually, sperm flooded her bowels and another new thought filled her
pleasure soaked mind. Two black cocks would be twice as good and three
would be even better. Making movies for Jeff would allow her to live her
childhood dream of being an interracial porno actress as well as keeping her clean.

Sperm poured out of her vagina and rear end- Becky's mind felt cleansed
and the foul words no longer entered her mind as she quickly pulled her
panties on to keep cum from pouring out, she wanted to hold it
in to stay as clean as possible. "My god, you are a real man!" she said
catching a glimpse of his clock. They'd been at it for over four hours!

Jefferson looked exhausted as she walked over and gave him a kiss on his
sweaty forehead. "Come back tomorrow and we'll make a movie."

"Of course lover. I'll see you then.


Photoshop 69.3


"What exactly is more important then your husband?" asked Pete, as the
breakfast line at McDonalds moved forward a bit. "I'm shipping out
tomorrow dammit."

"Pete, language please. It's just something I have to do to stay clean."

"What is it, a new spa or something? Honey? Honey?"

Becky was staring intently at a young black teenager taking orders at
the counter. He was lean and tall with a basketball player's build and
looked no older then 16.

"Becky, what's wrong?"

"See that black man."

"Yeah?"

"He makes me feel dirty."

"What are you talking about?"

"May I take your order?" asked the black kid, as Pete and Becky stepped
up to the counter.

"I betcha you're hiding a nice big one under that uniform?"

"Excuse me ma’am?" asked the teen.

"Becky, are you ok?" asked Pete, staring at his wife.

"I betcha got a big cock. I'd love to suck your big black cock."

"Becky?" Pete grabbed his wife and covered her mouth. Half the customers
had heard her and were staring. The poor kid looked like a deer caught
in the headlights of a car.

"Ma’am, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," said a manager, coming
Over to them.

"Sorry sir, I'll get her right out of here," said Pete. They skipped
breakfast as Pete pulled Becky out of the store. "What was that all
about?"

"N-nothing honey, I just feel so dirty."

Pete got her to the car and put her inside as they silently drove back
home. He was worried Becky was having a breakdown or some kind of mental
illness like that one that makes you scream out dirty words. He sat her
down on the couch and sat across from her and watched her. She turned
the TV on and sat there as if nothing unusual had happened. "Becky,
maybe you should see a shrink?"

"Whatever for dear? I'm fine, just a little upset that your shipping
out."

"You know that I have no choice." Pete felt a little relieved. Maybe,
this was just a plea for attention? That would explain the blow job the
other day. She didn't want him leaving her.

"I know honey." Becky stood and kissed Pete on the forehead. "I need to
go clean up."

"Alright dear." Pete expected to see her head upstairs to their bath,
but instead she walked outside. He heard their car start up and ran
outside to see Becky back out and drive off. Worried about his wife, Pete entered the garage and mounted his motorcycle.

Pete caught up with Becky after a few miles and held back following her.
She entered a rather run down neighborhood and parked on the street in
front of a one story house with a large garage. Several old cars sat in
the driveway, an El Camino, an old Chevy truck, and a 1975 Cadillac.
Becky walked past the cars and entered the garage. Pete checked his
watch, it was precisely noon.

Pete gave her a few minutes, dismounted his bike, and walked up to the
garage. It had a few windows so he crept over to one and got the shock
of his life. He could see Becky standing between three large black men.
They seemed to be examining her and when one shifted, Pete was horrified
to see that his wife was naked. He ran back to the motorcycle, where he
kept a small selection of tools. He grabbed the largest wrench and
returned to the window.

The scene was worse now. Becky was kneeling before one of the men and
sucking on a rather large black dong. Her hand was stroking the crotch
of the next black man who stepped back and Pete could hear him through
the open window. "This is too weird for me, Jefferson," he said, to a fat black man watching the action. They were all older men, all fat, though Jefferson was immensely so, and had gray hair.
"Sure, I always wanted to have sex with a white woman, but I have three
kids. I love my wife, though lord I wish she had this hot body. Maybe if
I wasn't marr..."

"Come on bro, fucks the bitch. She wants it." Jefferson had several
cameras around him as well as video cameras and apparently planned on
filming the action.

"Shit," said the black man, getting the blow job. "I tells you one thing, she's a fuckin good cocksucker."

"I can't do it," said the noble black man.

"Your big cock says otherwise," said Becky, grabbing his crotch again.

Pete had heard enough. He hefted the wrench and crept over to the door.
He found it unlocked and burst inside. "Freeze assholes. Get the fuck
away from my wife."

The three men as well as Becky jumped with fear. When she realized it
was only Pete, she turned around and began sucking on the black man's
penis again which Pete saw was probably ten inches long. The black men
looked scared until they saw he only held a wrench. Pete wasn't too
worried. He had combat training and these men were too fat and out of
shape to pose much threat. "This yo little dicked hubbie, Becky?" said
the one called Jefferson.

"Yeah, that's him," said Becky, before returning to the cock bobbing
before her mouth.

"Hey buddy, I don't want any trouble," said the married black man
holding up his hands.

Pete caught Jefferson picking something up out of the corner of his eye
and yelled, "What's that in your hand? Drop it."

"This? It's just a remote." The grossly fat man put on a pair of
sunglasses. "Harmless. See that light over my computer there?"

"Yeah, I see..."

FLASH

**************

Pete shook his head feeling foolish. He looked to put the wrench down,
but it was no longer in his hand. He stared at his empty hand confused.
"Damn guys, I'm sorry. I swore I thought that was my wife."

"That ho?" laughed Jefferson, "She's just some slut with a craving for
dark meat."

"Sir, I see that now, sir," said Pete.

"Relax private," grinned Jefferson.

"I wants me a piece o' dat white pussy," said the married black man, whom Pete thought had seemed more well-spoken earlier.

The man dropped his pants and pulled out a large superior black dick,
that was rapidly growing. The thing seemed to stop at around a foot
long, twice as big as his own inferior white penis. Pete often wondered why he bothered when there were men like this around. "Sir, may I offer my services?" The woman was now alternating between the two large cocks in her mouth.

"What do you mean private? You don't thinks yo little white prick will
satisfy Becky do you?"

The slut even had his wife's name, thought Pete. "No sir. Of course not
sir. My white prick can't satisfy any woman, sir. I was thinking that I
could take over the filming so I could see how real men fuck a woman and
you could be free to join in the fun, sir."

"Good idea private. I couldn't have thought of a better idea myself."
Jefferson seemed to find this funny, so Pete politely chuckled along
with his superior officer. "Oh private, why don't you pretend this is
your wife getting the fucking she deserves."

Pete had a slight headache and his eyes hurt a little. He rubbed them
and said, "I'll do that sir." Pete grabbed a video camera as the grossly fat black man removed his clothes. The old sweaty black man was missing some teeth, had a huge belly covered with rolls of fat around his hips and Pete felt his jealousy growing. He would never be able to compete with this handsome stud. The jealousy grew worse when the black man's gargantuan penis came into view, soon springing into action.

Pete brought the camera in for a close up on Becky's face as the three
black men surrounded her. She had a cock in her left hand, was sucking
the tip of another, and the big man's fourteen inch monster was sticking
out over her shoulder. She alternated licking and stroking them. Pete
zoomed in on her face pretending it was his Becky in the whore's place.
As he pictured it, he decided that he should encourage it. After all, he
loved his wife and she deserved better then what he had to offer.

The slut looked like she was in heaven sucking on the black men, but she
seemed to grow impatient and started putting all her effort into getting
the ten inch one off. "Swallow it bitch," the man shouted before
groaning. Becky's throat made contented sounds as she apparently
swallowed his load.

"Almost there ho," shouted the married one.

Becky had been stroking him rapidly while sucking on the last one. She
turned her attention to him and wrapped her lips just around the tip so
that his load filled her mouth. This act set the slut apart from Pete's
wife as Becky had hated it when he came in her mouth. This woman not
only seemed to like the taste, but she seemed to crave it. "And now for
my favorite cock in the whole world," she said. She took Jefferson's
cock in her mouth and started sucking while one hand massaged his balls.
He came after several minutes and Becky appeared to shudder in orgasm as
she gulped down his load.

Amazing to see a slut so turned on by large black cocks that she could
cum just from sucking one off. "Lets move to the bed," said Jefferson.
"First one up gets to fucks her."

"Looks like it's me," said the married man. His big penis was sticking
out, angled down a little. He squeezed it once and it rose a little
more.

"Lay down on my cot," said Jefferson.

Pete brought the camera in close. The woman straddled the black man and
lowered herself over his big fat penis. He'd never seen a pussy more
dripping wet with anticipation. He zoomed in on her pussy lips opening
for the bulbous invader. He panned back to get her body shivering as the
big dick impaled her. The woman looked ecstatic and soon started
bouncing up and down on the big shaft, her big tits bouncing. The
contrasts of her pale white skin on his dark black was vivid and would
look good on camera.

The other black had his cock rising and moved around behind the couple.
He kneeled on the bed and bent his cock down so that it pointed at her
ass. The slut actually stopped bouncing and reached behind her to spread
her ass cheeks open. "Oh god yeah, fill my ass with some big black cock,
stud." She winced as he pushed it in, but her moan was one of pleasure.
"Fuck it stud, fuck my ass, fuck my pussy, I love em big and black."
Becky pushed back into them as the black men began thrusting.

"Damn, this is one tight ass, Jeff." He looked at the fat man whose cock
was rock hard again. "Looks like you're stuck with her mouth again."  
"Don't matter. I owns her pussy. I can fucks it whenever I wants."

"Lucky bastard," said Leroy. Pete was thinking the same thing.

Jefferson walked around to the end of the small bed right where Becky's
head was. She eagerly took him in her mouth and there she was, now
stuffed with three large black cocks. Married guy didn't seem to
appreciate Jeff's large scrotum hanging down over his face, but he still
looked happy as Becky ground her pussy into his crotch.

"Fuckin tight ass is milkin my cock," growled Leroy. "Here it comes,
ho."

The woman shuddered from an orgasm as Leroy shoved his dick hard and
deep into her ass, holding it there as he emptied his balls. Pete
brought the camera in for a close up as Leroy pulled out. Her anus clung
tightly to the big cock, reluctant to release it. As the black man's
dick pulled free, her ass closed and sperm welled up in it until it
dripped down her crack to pool on married man's balls which were
contracting as he too emptied his load. Jefferson pulled his out of her mouth and started jerking off. The slut moaned, "nooo, please? I want to swallow it."

"Sorry bitch," said Jefferson. "I want the private here to film me
shootin on them big titties. Got that private?"

"Yes sir," said Pete, bringing the camera up close on Jefferson's massive rod.

"Get ready private. Here's the money shot. Oooh fuck, here...I...cums."

Becky arched her back and thrust her tits out as a large wad of white
goo shot out to coat them. Jefferson aimed higher and Pete brought his
camera up as a large strand of semen hit her face from her hair to her
chin. Several more strands hit her body and the woman moaned rubbing his
semen into her breasts like it was moisturizer. She also leaned forward
and licked Jefferson's dick clean of every last drop of cum.

After resting a moment, the Becky look-alike raised herself off the
married man and crawled off the bed. "I feel so clean," she whispered,
still covered in sperm.

"I'm fuckin wiped bros'," said married man sitting up. "Sorry you didn't
get to fucks her Jeff."

"I'll fucks her now then." Jefferson put on his shades.

"Yeah right, Jerk off," snorted Leroy retrieving his clothes. "You just
came twice."

Married man looked at the woman. "I'd fuck that ho...

FLASH

*************

ho...me, I'd better get home," said married man wiping his eyes. He
started dressing.

"Holy shit, you’re hard again," said Leroy, staring at Jefferson's cock,
not noticing the fat man wasn't wearing his shades anymore.

"Told you I could do it."

"Fuck, I feels my own self stirring already, but I best be gettin," said
Leroy.

"Especially if you expect me to drive you," said married man now
dressed. "Thanks for letting me watch, Jeff. I'll never cheat on my
wife, but it was sure fun watching you and Leroy screw her."

"I'll let you knows when I needs you to watch us again," said Jefferson,
laughing and sitting down in a chair. Becky walked over to him and
turned around, backing herself into the huge cock. The sperm on her body
had dried quickly and was now flakes.

"Give it to her good, sir," said Pete picking the camera back up. "Thank
you for fucking my wife for me." Pete had brought Becky right over to
get fucked by superior black cock ever since he had filmed the black guy
with her look-alike, he couldn't get the picture of seeing his real wife
with the black men out of his mind.

"Oh, god," cried Becky bouncing up and down in the fat man's lap. "See
the big prick fucking me," she said to the camera. "That's a real man's
cock. No white dick is ever coming near my pussy again. I think Becky
Blackcoxx is a great name."

"I knew you'd like it," laughed Jefferson, reaching around to squeeze her breasts.

Pete zoomed in on the beefy black hands covering Becky's pale breasts.
"I must say it was a very generous offer, sir. Most managers would
surely take more then 90%."

"I'm a generous guy," said Jefferson. "I'll make up the money I'm losing
with volume. I think Becky Blackcoxx will get to make dozens of
interracial porn videos." Jefferson quit talking and moved his hands up
to her shoulders, pulling her hard into his lap as he came again. Becky
collapsed into his big belly as a giant orgasm rocked her body. "Plus,
before I send her to Los Angeles to make movies, she's gonna help me
recruit some mo army wives and brats."

"Excellent idea sir," said Pete. "I'll need someone to watch after Becky
while I'm gone. You should move into our place. I'll move my things out
of our bedroom tonight before I ship out. I'll make sure to throw her
birth control pills away too."

"Good work private."

"Thank you, sir."

**************
 
Sweat rolled down between Louise's breasts and pooled in her navel. She
stretched and looked to her right and left at her two friends. It was
good to have friends she thought. Having parents in the army never let
friendships get too deep, but in this case she was lucky to find two
other teens her own age and just as hot as she was. The three girls
tanning on the beach in their little bikinis were attracting a lot of
attention from passing men, most of whom were off duty soldiers. Some
attention was unwanted, a fat black man with a camera was huffing and
puffing towards them now.

"Hey, you girls wants your picture taken?" he said. His shirt was soaked
with sweat and had a large yellow mustard stain down the front.

"Go away," said Louise.
 
"Aw come on, just one picture, said fatty, holding the camera up.

Louise held up her hand to block the flash which went off despite the
sunny day. "I said go away fat boy. We don't want you taking our
picture." The other two girls laughed along with Louise.

Fatty shambled away and Louise watched as he got two young army wives
with nice bodies to stand and pose for the camera as he started snapping
pictures. A female form blocked her view of the black man which given
his size wasn't easy.. Louise looked up to see an attractive, pale
skinned, red head in a scanty green bikini. "Hi. Like to get your
pictures taken?"

The red head wasn’t as disgusting as the black man even if she did have
little to no modesty. "That sounds like a good idea to me."
Her friends agreed. The three girls stood and wrapped their arms
together.

"Say cheese," said the redhead.

FLASH

The End


Author’s Note: This story spawned a piece of fan fiction titled, “Group Portrait,” by Aurachaotic.