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, kbut 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.