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28. God Has A BBC

God Has A BBC

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Summary:

Stephanie is a devout mother who believes God has rewarded her through life. Once her husband loses their life savings, she feels compelled to start a secret Onlyfans to make money. Gradually pushed to interracial content, she finds herself a new object of worship…

NTR, Corruption, BBC, Interracial, Femdom, Raceplay, Older x Younger, SPH, Cock Worship, Violent.

Requested by Karl Hungus.

All characters 18.

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Chapter 1: An Onlyfans Built On Faith

Chapter Text

Raised by a Catholic family, Stephanie was a firm believer in God's plan.

Finding a loving husband in church at the age of 20, giving birth to her first kid at the age of 21, and becoming wealthy despite growing up poor all consolidated that belief.

God had a plan. All she had to do was stick to her faith and God would reward her with an excellent, fulfilling life.

Stephanie stuck to that belief through thick and thin.

It did not bother her to learn that Jimmy would likely be their only child due to her husband's abysmally low sperm count; His conception was already a miracle!

It did not bother her the multiple times that Jimmy came back home from school with a black eye and bruises on her body from being beaten up by his bully, Devontae King; Everyone had challenges to go through, and Devontae was expelled after being involved in a potential murder!

It did not bother her that sex with her husband was only possible in missionary due to the excessive curviness and meatiness of her 5'9 White body; Sex was only for reproduction anyway, and that was no longer possible with Bill!

Nothing shook her because she knew God had a plan. Holding onto that idea made Stephanie all-powerful, gladly going to church every Sunday with her family to pray and serve God as appreciation for his many gifts.

Whenever bad things happened to others, she assumed they strayed from God, thus slipping out of His graces. Stephanie never strayed, and so always stuck within His graces.

...So how could it be that her husband just told her they lost all their money and could soon lose the house?

"I don't understand, Bill..."

"I-I'm telling you that it's okay...! They're 20-year T-bills! All I have to do is hold onto them until the end and the price will fix itself as soon as the interest rate curve stabilizes again!"

"What...? I don't understand anything. Don't you work with car insurance? What's with suddenly investing like this..."

"Uhm... Well... Some of the guys at church thought it was a good idea too because the Fed was bound to... Erm... I don't know how to explain it either..."

"Can't you just sell and get some money back...?"

"I-I... Uhm... It's with futures, so there's leverage and... I don't, er... Get it either. But it's okay! It'll be fine-"

BZZZZZZZ!

Bill's phone vibrated.

He had run out of margin after a sudden market downturn, whatever that meant.

They were officially broke and in debt.

The next time they went to church on Sunday, Stephanie struggled to enjoy her husband's sermon. As a Deacon, sometimes he was called to preach.

He talked about the importance of family, looking at Stephanie and Jimmy often.

It was all a lie.

Bill had thrown all their money away in a stupid investment without consulting her, and now they would lose everything. He promised he and his friends would come up with one of his random, silly business ideas to make up for it, but Stephanie could tell he was talking out of his ass.

All of a sudden, she was able to see things clearer than ever.

Everyone was talking out of their asses.

Everyone had always talked out of their asses.

…

'...Even God...?'

There were no God's graces protecting her. Soon, she would be poor again, having to carefully ration her spending and make sacrifices at the supermarket just like she and her mother did long ago.

God never had a plan, nor had He ever graced her.

...Stephanie was always by herself…

…

THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP!!!

Her heart pounded against her chest, horrified by her new realization. The world had suddenly become very scary.

Stephanie would give anything for it to not be true...!

"Hey, did you hear...?" A man sitting at the pew behind her whispered to someone else.

"Hm? What...?"

"Louise's daughter, the one that turned 18 last week, made an Onlyfans."

"You're kidding..."

"Apparently, she had already decided to make one two years ago and was just waiting to turn 18."

"That's sick...!"

"I know. The youth nowadays are hopeless. To grow up with the expectation to become a pornstar is warped in every way."

"She'll regret it."

"I'm sure she will, once she gets older. The money might keep her happy for now, though..."

"How much?"

"Someone told me she started by twerking and she's already breaking 9k a month. I guess it pays to be born attractive."

"Jesus... What even is her account name?"

"Oh, how would I know? Hahaha..."

"Oh, yeah, totally, hahahah..."

Stephanie had heard of 'Onlyfans' before.

…

She cast a glance to the pew to her left. Then to the one to her right.

There were men glancing at her body.

Her whole life, there were ALWAYS men looking at her body. She had learned to ignore it, but knew their gazes were there.

Everywhere.

Always.

Whenever.

...There were always men interested in her body…

Stephanie was a 40-years-old White woman with blue eyes and long straight strawberry blonde hair that reached down to her upper back, often resting on one of her shoulders, sometimes with a braided half updo. Though her face remained youthful for her age, barely sporting wrinkles, no man ever looked much above her chest line.

Her tits were humongous, round, and firm, often making it difficult to buy clothes in department stores. Over the years, Stephanie ordered many custom tops for her body shape to avoid having her massive breasts too squeezed and highlighted for public view; Even so, the most oversized of clothes still ended up strained with the shape of her chest clearly made out for public view.

Somehow, her lower body was even thicker, carrying an ass so enormous, round, wide, and heart-shaped that many of her friends suggested she seek a doctor for her back, thinking she had a spine problem keeping her ass perked out 24/7.

There was no back problem. Her ass was simply absurdly huge, perfectly matched by her thighs and calves despite not being a gymgoer. Most women had to bend to get half the curviness she got from standing still with perfect posture – something difficult at times due to the weight on her chest.

She disliked having such a thick, curvy body ever since puberty hit her. Sometimes, she even complained to God in her prayers.

Now, it all made sense to her.

'Ah... Thank God...'

God DID have a plan for her.

The world was not so scary anymore.

When Stephanie first heard the term 'twerking' in her life, it came from accidentally overhearing her son's friends telling him that his mother was built to twerk.

She had no idea what it meant but was quite happy with what she believed to have been a wholesome compliment.

Now that she researched the term online, she realized her son's friends thought of her sexually as well.

'I'm almost 40... They think of me that way? I don't know how to feel about this... It's a little inappropriate, but I guess it's okay if they keep it to themselves...'

Next, she researched how Onlyfans worked and how to make a page. Via related articles, she also learned about the importance of Twitter and Tiktok to market herself.

She confidently proceeded with creating her page... Until she had to click the button to officially launch it on Onlyfans.

'What am I doing...? I think I've lost my mind.' Stephanie hesitated.

The idea of creating an online page to make money with her body was utterly immoral and certainly went against her faith, even if she did not intend to offer real nudity.

It was basically prostitution!

'God gave humans free will, but that doesn't mean I should sin freely... I shouldn't do this. What would Bill and Jimmy think of me if they found out...?' She changed her mind.

Just as she intended to cancel everything…

BZZZZZZZZZ!

...Her phone vibrated.

Her credit card statement for the month had been closed and she had the usual seven days to pay it off.

…

'Launch...!' Stephanie went ahead with her page.

God gave her that body and put her in that challenging situation for a reason.

The truly immoral thing would be to question his plan for her!

After officially launching her page under the name 'Hot_Stephy', she panicked and went to sleep, hugging her husband hard as a secret apology for what she did.

The next day, she still had no followers or subscribers.

Obviously.

...She had not even put a profile photo on.

'I'm so dumb...! I need to put something there, and it has to be a little spicy... Uhm...' She searched her wardrobe and drawers for what she believed to be her best set of underwear: The lace-trim White lingerie she used on her wedding night with Bill.

It was the first time she erotically offered him her body, and the first time they ever had sex – both were virgins until then.

At the time, Bill got extremely hard from seeing her beautiful shape in the lingerie, and she got extremely happy to see him so excited about her body.

Now, she was using that same lingerie to show herself off to complete strangers on the internet.

Stephanie was struck by guilt but went ahead with it anyway.

'It's God's plan for me... It's what He wants me to do... I must help my family...' She convinced herself again and again to fight off the guilt.

The next day, God's graces relieved her anxiety.

'25 paid subscribers...! Wow...!' Stephanie was AMAZED at how successful she was.

There were 25 men somewhere in the world who had paid real money because she put on a profile photo of herself in lingerie; Not just that, but she garnered a total of 500 followers between Twitter and Tiktok as well.

In that moment, Stephanie experienced a form of shallow satisfaction that she had not experienced in over 15 years.

...The same satisfaction she first felt when she realized she could buy whatever she wanted at the supermarket because God had made her and Bill wealthy…

'What a thrill! Hm? Oh, they're complaining about the lack of content. I didn't post anything, that's true...!'

Stephanie was worse than an amateur when it came to anything social media-related.

'Uhm... Okay, I should twerk! Uh... I record with my phone, right? Wait... Do I shake my ass in a specific way? What do I wear...? Oh, golly...!'

One hour later, Stephanie found herself bent over with a pair of black leggings, shaking her ass up and down with comically poor skill to her phone camera.

She captured a poor angle with poor technique and posted it with no music edited into the video.

The next morning she had 850 followers, 50 subscribers, and complaints that her twerking video was the same for the general public as for her paywall subscribers.

Stephanie understood she had done a bad job; And yet, she was rewarded.

'God rewards the faithful who try their best...!'

The next day, Stephanie messaged every single one of her subscribers and vowed that she would do better.

Some of them messaged back, telling her how much they enjoyed jerking off to her video.

'...D-depraved...!' Stephanie found it gross and wrong!

...But thanked each one for the interest in her body and told them she hoped they would keep on masturbating to her future videos.

Depraved males masturbating to her body was the business; She understood that as much as she hated it.

The next time, she published a video of herself twerking in the same lingerie as her profile picture. She also looked at several videos of thick women shaking their asses to learn the best way to utilize her meaty hips for effective movement.

She merely needed to swing so powerfully that her buttcheeks shook up and down or clapped together. Wearing panties or thongs made for better clapping, and thus was better for twerking. The louder the collisions, the better for the viewer.

It was so easy because of her humongous, meaty ass. She WAS built for twerking!

After recording that video, she also had a grand epiphany. 'What if I pre-record a dozen of these?!'

Within the next hour, she had 12 short videos of herself twerking with different clothing ready to go, giving her the time to research more about how to make her videos better.

Lighting.

Music.

Angle.

Clothing.

Stephanie once read about how people could get into a mental state called 'the zone' where they had intent mental acuity and focus while executing their craft.

That was how she felt while re-recording every single one of the 12 videos with better lighting, music, and angle – the clothing improvement would have to wait, as she currently lacked the money.

Twerking felt so good...!

Recording the videos was so fun...!

The clapping of her own ass was hypnotizing...!

Dozens – or hundreds – of men would stroke their penises to her shaking her ass.

...It felt oddly empowering...!

Her mind wandered about the money and praise she would receive once she posted the videos online-

"Hey, Mom? Do you know where I put the-" Jimmy opened the door.

"Hm?!" Stephanie instantly shot into a straight posture.

They awkwardly stared at each other.

Jimmy had 100% witnessed her twerk in a two-piece bikini that barely contained her tits and ass, which splurged with bursting intent. 'B-b-but he didn't see the phone...! I'm covering it with my body...! He doesn't know I'm recording for online strangers...!'

"Uh... I..."

"Wh-what did you think?!" She asked with a nervous smile and chuckle.

"Heh?"

"O-of my dancing...! Hahahah... Was it good? I felt like trying a new form of exercise to feel young again! It's embarrassing to be caught...! Hahahah..." Stephanie hid her shameful behavior behind an act of naive innocence.

"O-oh... I-it was pretty good... But it's a bit of a... Uh... Inappropriate dance for a mother..."

"You're so right, Honey. D-don't tell your dad, would you?"

"Yeah..."

They awkwardly stared at each other for a few more seconds before Jimmy left with a fluster.

Stephanie let out the biggest sigh of relief of her life... And went on twerking, this time locking the door to her room. Her husband worked all day, and her son was usually in high school at that time, so it was sheer bad luck to almost be caught at that moment.

When posting the video, Stephanie forgot to edit out her off-camera interaction with her son.

At first, she thought the video would be hated for amateurism; Instead, it was her most popular video by far and even got pirated out of her page and reposted on Twitter and Tiktok, going viral on a small scale.

That was when Stephanie first learned the term 'cuckoldry', which people pejoratively used about her son. On Twitter, it was often paired with the words 'interracial', 'BBC', MILF, and 'BNWO'.

She did not understand but also did not invest time researching them.

Stephanie had clothes to buy, twerking to do, and Tiktok dancing trends to research!

'Cosplay dancing...? Custom clips...? What are these guys asking me for...?'

One more thing called her attention: Many people joked that her son probably got a boner from seeing her shaking her 'PAWG booty'.

Stephanie had no idea what a 'PAWG booty' was but revisited the memory in her mind.

There was a small strain in the crotch area of Jimmy's pants.

'He got hard from seeing me shaking my ass...? Even though I'm his mother...? That's... improper...'

…

'But it also means I'm even more attractive than I thought!' Stephanie found a form of shallow pride in it.

Her son was raised as religious as she was. For him to feel sexual arousal toward her, it would have to mean she was IMMENSELY attractive.

Stephanie felt a tingle between her legs that she had never felt before in her life.

She also found herself wondering how many other Jimmys watched her on the internet.

...Jerking off to her…

'A lot, I hope!' She thought for purely financial reasons.

TINGLE...!

Jimmy might have reached a new low in his life as a virgin young man.

Seeing Stephanie twerk left him unacceptably hard thanks to the utter roundness of her rear. The fact she was his mother meant very little to his erection.

He searched for online videos of MILFs twerking in a quest for masturbation material.

In what must have been ironic fate, he found a MILF that looked EERILY similar to his mother. Even her username reminded him of her: Hot_Stephy.

'It's obviously not her, so it's okay.' Jimmy was perfectly confident. A religious, traditional woman like Stephanie did not even know the meaning of the word 'twerk', much less had enough online knowledge to have an Onlyfans.

Thus, he subscribed to her.

...Jerking off with his mother's round ass in mind…

"If you twerk, you can win. If you win, you live; If you lose, you die. You can't win if you don't twerk." Stephanie said to the camera before doing a weird military salute with a hand on her lower back and a fist on her heart; Next, she started twerking to the camera.

It was her first cosplay: Some Asian girl with a black-haired bob, a red scarf, and a brown cropped jacket. Her subscribers fed her the lines and helped her find the clothes for it; Then, she acquired them and recorded a short custom clip.

…

"In the name of the Moon, I will twerk for you!"

…

"I will never go back on my twerking because this is my ninja way!"

…

Stephanie recorded lots of clips with cosplay. After reaching 500 subscribers and 5,000 total followers, she felt confident enough spending money on costumes as an investment in the future of her page.

It was the first time she showed her face to the camera, but she felt safe thanks to the wigs and makeup for the cosplays. Furthermore, there was no realistic chance of someone she knew identifying her.

Almost everyone Stephanie interacted with in real life was as religious as she was, and porn was seen as deeply immoral. None of them watched any.

…

'But if porn is immoral... I'm sinning, aren't I...?'

By accident, Stephanie demoralized herself.

Then, she saw another subscriber join her page on the most expensive tier.

Her guilt disappeared as quickly as it came.

She was granted that curvy, meaty body for a reason, and her recent predicament made that reason clear. Stephanie was saving her family!

If anything, she felt closer to God each time she twerked or posted a video.

'Another one!' ...And each time more people paid to see her shake her dumptruck ass.

By the end of the week, Stephanie had paid off her credit card by doing nothing but shaking her ass with a variety of clothes and cosplays – that, and the occasional photo with basic posing. As it turned out, there was a thriving market for mature women with huge asses and tits.

Who would have guessed?!

Some people were asking her for 'roleplay' videos, but shaking her ass and non-nude spicy pictures were all she needed to do to save her family; At least until her husband came up with some way of making big bucks, be it quickly or slowly. The only thing she truly had to worry about was how to justify to him that she had so much money out of nowhere, or how to handle the taxes side of things.

There was no need to further herself in impropriety.

…

But it felt wrong not to give them what they wanted.

She read and re-read the hundreds of comments and DMs she received from men telling her about how they stroked their penises to her clips and photos, cumming all over themselves. There were hundreds of men out there regularly jerking off to Stephanie's softcore porn.

They loved her, praised her, and gave her money.

Generosity and gratitude were part of being a good woman of faith, so it was reasonable for her to give back; Push the envelope just a little further.

It was fine if it was all part of God's plan.

...Plus, the money in her bank account kept going up and up and up…

There was ONE problem with all the roleplay clip requests her fans made her…

'...What the hell is SPH interracial cuckoldry?!'

Out of nervousness, Stephanie limited herself to audio roleplay only, offering custom audio clips to those willing to pay.

Right now, she was recording her first audio clip for a man named 'Mike'.

"That's why I prefer Jamal's large African-American penis, Mike... Your small 4-inch penis is not able to meet my needs as a woman- Aaaaah... What am I saying...?" Stephanie had trouble being genuine.

A subscriber called 'Mike' asked her to record a brief audio clip where she pretended to be his wife and demeaned his sexual virility and penis size in contrast to his coworker, a tall and muscular Black man called Jamal, specifically requesting a 'bitchy' and 'frustrated' tone.

Said wife and Jamal truly did exist, and he had a huge fantasy about his wife fucking Jamal.

None of it made sense to Stephanie, making it difficult to record a proper clip.

'Why would anyone want to be cheated on...? And why is his penis small? He said four inches. Isn't that perfectly normal? That's what Bill has! I know different sizes exist, but it's going to be what? Some guys have 5 inches, others have 3? And what does race have to do with anything...? Is this what they call "masochism"...? I thought that had to do with whips and blindfolds...' Stephanie struggled with lack of sexual experience.

She only ever had sex with Bill, and their sex life was hardly existent thanks to him having erection difficulties – something perfectly normal for a man his age. Because Stephanie hardly had an interest in sex, she did not mind it either. 'Some women have low libido... And sex is only for reproduction anyway. I'm not missing anything. The people who use it for gratification are fallen sinners...'

…

'Maybe... There's a world of things I don't understand. I've only made it this far because of my body and God's help, but I have to put in the proper work too! So many people have commented and DMed about how I have a body made for "BBC breeding" and interracial, and they still comment on my son being a "cuckold" from that video I forgot to edit. If that's my niche, I should understand it better!' Stephanie fired herself up and decided to do something she never did before in her life.

Watch porn!

Even though she had involved herself in 'softcore porn', she had never once seen a porn video in her life due to her faith.

'Forgive me God, for I will sin.' Stephanie googled the subject.

After half an hour of going through articles in the British Broadcast Corporation, she realized she was in the wrong place.

She added the term MILF to her search; A term she had read being used to refer to her so often.

This time, her research led her to the right place.

…

"Wow... So big and thick... So virile... Amazing..." Stephanie achieved greater understanding.

Black men had huge penises, bodies, and sexual prowess. She skipped from video after video of 'MILFs' being ruthlessly railed by large Black men; Some of them by multiple large Black men.

Stephanie had no idea what sort of sex existed outside of the confines of her bedroom, or what kind of penises could enter a woman's vagina.

'My husband is normal-sized...? Did I really ever think that...? I must have been insane...' She felt lied to.

Bill was tiny.

...And Black men were hung and thick…

The idea of a 10-inch girthy penis entering her vagina would have been fantastical and downright impossible to believe in a few minutes ago.

Yet, she now knew such a thing was possible.

It had to be.

Stephanie was seeing it happen right in front of her at that very moment with a variety of mature women.

'Her face... She's feeling so good that she's peeing all over him...! Look at how she's shaking...! And he just keeps slamming into her from behind. Look at how ass is rippling...! Black men are... Are powerful ...'

Stephanie watched another video.

And another.

...And another.

...And another…

By the time she came to from her immersion, it was evening and she had a hand inside her long skirt, touching herself as drool ran down her chin.

Not once in her life had she masturbated.

"Hah ... Hah ... Hah ..." Now, she was doing it without any conscious input.

It was a natural instinct; A drive to seek sexual pleasure after seeing a strong male breed a weak, submissive female.

...After seeing a huge Black cock blast a White MILF's tight pussy…

Slowly, her legs started trembling; The heat between her legs started rising.

Stephanie was on the verge of having her very first orgasm.

'It could be me...! I could be the one getting f-'

"Steph?" Bill called out to her from the living room.

"H-hmmm?! What?!" Stephanie closed every tab in a hurry and pulled her hand out.

"Did you make dinner yet?" He entered the room.

"A-ah...! I forgot! I'm so sorry. Can we order-" She stopped herself.

They COULD order food if they used the money she made from Onlyfans, but she could not reveal that to Bill.

"I'll cook." Stephanie went ahead with her wifely duties.

While Stephanie cooked dinner, Bill and Jimmy talked about various topics; More specifically, Bil bragged to his son about all the great investment opportunities he had been considering in the crypto and stock markets, not to speak of commodities; Plus great business ideas his friends had been considering to invest in together.

Bill did not know the first thing about any of it. Stephanie did not know anything either.

So, if she did not know anything, how could she tell her husband was full of shit?

'Because...' She thought of his small penis. '...He lied to me my whole life.'

Stephanie was almost 40. Her whole life, she thought she had married an incredible man.

...Was he even that much of a man in the first place?

She thought again and again about the hardcore sex offered by Black men in the porn videos; The mad, frantic sounds of wet clapping and guttural female moaning that were produced as large Black men RAMMED their huge black penises deep into the holes of mature White women; The contrast of their skin colors crashing together as sweat and sexual fluids mashed and squelched; The large Black balls appended to the large Black dicks that made tight pink vaginas wet and twitchy; The large loads of semen and female juices.

That was real and powerful; Bill was fake and weak.

He acted cool and intelligent in front of their son but had lost all their money. Moreover, he had never given Stephanie proper sex even once in their lives.

Not just that, but he was now also getting in her way.

'...I wanna masturbate...! He interrupted me before I could finish! I think I was about to have my first orgasm...!' Stephanie wanted to watch Black men fucking the lights out of mature White women; Not cook for her husband or son.

She started resenting him.

...And wishing she had married a Black man…

…

Why did she ever marry Bill?

Was it God's plan for her?

Was God even real if it meant boring, miserable sex with-

"Oh!" Stephanie had another grand epiphany!

"Huh? Everything okay, Steph?"

"You good, Mom?"

"Absolutely!" Stephanie told the truth, pleased with herself.

Even that frustration was part of God's plan!

She understood everything now!

Stephanie started recording the audio clip again.

This time, with much, much greater expertise.

"That's why I don't wanna waste my time with your tiny White needle, Mike. Give me a break... 4 inches? You scammed me when you asked me to marry you, and now you're upset because I had Jamal fuck me a little bit? Isn't that just fair? You're not man enough to fuck me right, so be a good boy and get over it. Either you divorce me, or you let me fuck Jamal's big..." She paused. "...Big nigger dick. Either way, I'm getting railed by him, you loser . Now that I know how good they are, I need Black cocks."

Stephanie was confident she had transmitted the vibe desired by her customer.

...After all, it came from her heart…

…

"And one more thing... You know I wanted to have lots of kids, but I couldn't because you have an impotent little White nutsack attached to your little White needle. Now that I've got Jamal regularly pounding me raw with his huge nigger donkey dick, you better work hard to make money. I wanna give birth to lots of strong Black kids and..." ...Stephanie went on far beyond the initially desired length of the audio clip.

It was therapeutic.

"Hah ... Hah ... Hah ..." ...Just like all the masturbation she did to porn afterward.

BBC-on-MILF porn was amazing.

...A dream…

By the end of the month, Stephanie had 1,500 subscribers on Onlyfans, 20,000 followers on social media, and a generous bank account, spending all day recording twerking clips, cosplay clips, silly dances for Tiktok, and audio clips for customers.

She used all the money she made to help her husband pay off all their bills and mortgage for the month.

Bill was beyond surprised when he was interrupted during his talk about how they would have to make some tough decisions to avoid losing the house that month. "You inherited money from a distant relative...?"

"Yup! We're saved this time!"

"That's...! So lucky!"

"I know. So we can relax... There might be enough for a couple more months too, so don't be too worried if you don't come up with something too soon."

Bill let out a huge sigh of relief.

"By the way, Steph..."

"Hm?"

"Have you been buying clothes?"

"H-hm...? N-no, of course not."

"Oh, okay... I just ask because I feel like your drawers are fuller than usual, but it must be imagination. Well, since we seem to be safe this month... Maybe we could go out on a date? I feel like you and I haven't gone out in a while. I could take a day off tomorrow-"

"I can't."

"Huh? Oh, really...? You got something to do?"

"Ah, it's woman stuff... Nothing fun." Stephanie lied.

Not about the first part; The second part.

It was absolutely woman stuff.

"That's right, John... I've been a BBC snowbunny whore this entire time, and it's about time you learned how you're nothing more than a pay pig for me and my nigger bull ... Open your mouth." And it was VERY fun.

The meaner she was, the more comments and DMs she received about men getting off.

Stephanie was masturbating legions of men with nothing but verbal insults.

"You little bitch ..." She loved it.

With her continued growth, the vulgarity of the requests coming in for Stephanie kept increasing.

Her fans loved the twerking and cosplay clips, but they were too softcore-ish. The audio clips were better but not enough either.

They wanted roleplay video clips.

...Interracial roleplay, of course.

'Sounds exciting ...' Stephanie did not hesitate for even a second to escalate her content.

"What do you think, Honey? Is this outfit good...?" Stephanie asked the camera. "Hm...? You think it's too vulgar?" She examined the minuscule black microdress. "It's certainly a size too small, but we're talking about Tyrone here. I want him to have lots of skin to look at. You know how Black bulls are. They've got lots of White girls begging to be bred by their juicy nigger dongs. An old woman like me has to work extra hard to keep up. What's that? You think I'm more beautiful than them all? Thank you, Honey... But I'm still not gonna jerk you off tonight. Be a good boy and endure the cage while I give Jamal a nice, wet suck after our dinner date tonight- Oh, shit. I mixed the names up again." Stephanie facepalmed.

She recorded so many video and audio clips per day that it had become easy to mix things up.

Spending all day talking about getting fucked by big black cocks had become a completely natural thing to her.

An exciting thing for her.

...A dream to her…

'God, you tempt me with sin, but I'm only following your planned path for me. Please forgive me for any indecent acts I might perform...' She thought to herself before her daily session of masturbation to hardcore interracial porn.

They had begun as a form of research so she could properly perform in the audio clips but had now stayed as a mainstream daily form of entertainment.

…

'...Of addiction ...' Stephanie could not help but stop at the halfway mark of her intended workday to masturbate. The heat and ache between her legs was too great. At first, she masturbated with simple rubbing; Now, with aggressive fingering.

If her son and husband were not present at night, she would likely go on to sleep, skipping dinner. She loved watching large Black men SINKING their massive Black cocks deep into the pussies of mature White women. Even more so, she loved seeing the women squirm, writhe, and cum as they were stuffed full of thick, rich semen.

…

Right before she started, she took note of one of her regular customer's DM to her.

He, like many others, asked her if she was willing to record a clip with a black dildo.

…

Stephanie had consciously avoided buying a toy many times by now.

Why?

She could get her pussy blasted just like the women in the videos, thus cumming harder and faster; Thus, she would masturbate less and do more work.

...Do more of God's work…

SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!

"Hah ! Hah ! Hah ! Hah ! Hah !" Stephanie was recording her tenth BBC dildo roleplay video for that day.

The script was…

…

…

…

She could not remember.

At some point, she had begun riding the dildo so passionately that she forgot all about work.

That happened a lot.

"Hah ... Let me read up and focus again..." Stephanie depressingly stopped fucking herself to read the plot of the current video again.

It was a story about her roleplaying as a therapist who gaslit her patient – the customer – into not realizing all the women in his life were devoting themselves as big black cock slaves. The customer was so weird that he preemptively sent her an 8-part script with weird analogies about scorpions and frogs, plus a murder at some point!

'What...? I'm not supposed to get fucked in front of him yet?! I think I got so carried away that I just grabbed the dildo and went at it...' More and more, Stephanie had trouble controlling herself.

The topic of interracial sex had become incredibly stimulating to her mind. Going through her requests was very difficult with an aching pussy, so she regularly lost herself in masturbation.

Though she bought multiple toys of varied sizes, she only ever used the biggest one: 12 inches of black girth thicker than her forearm.

She never got more than half of it inside her pussy. 'I don't know how the women in those videos do it... It seems impossible to me. Could it be that I'm too tight...? Hah ... It's okay ... It already feels good enough ... Let's just go for a little more and then we get back to recording.'

Stephanie aligned the dildo with her pussy and-

'Hm...? Wait, what is this text...?' She received a weird message on her phone.

A screenshot of one of her recent videos.

THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP!!!!

Someone had recognized her.

It was remarkable how quickly Stephanie lost all confidence and shamelessness about her Onlyfans page.

A simple reminder that she had deluded and lied to herself about what she was doing was all it took for her to remember how perverted and immoral her actions were.

'I did porn because it was God's plan...? I must have hit my head somewhere... I'm just a disgusting, vile creep! I'm going to hell for everything I've done.' She mulled in her mind, struggling to contain her tears and anxiety as her husband sat beside her in the crowd.

They were attending Jimmy's high school graduation.

In about half an hour, she was to go behind the bleachers to suck off a complete stranger.

'One of Jimmy's classmates recognized me and blackmailed me... Why is this happening to me...?! I want to die...! If he tells anyone, I'll die, I'll die...! Please, make it go away...! Anyone...!' Though she held a smiley front effective enough to deceive her husband and son, she was deeply frightened.

Stephanie was an incredibly stupid woman. 'Why did I show my face for those cosplays...?! Why did I call myself Hot_Stephy...?! Why didn't I hide the background of my bedroom?! I'm scared... Someone please make it go away...!'

"Steph?" Bill whispered.

"H-hm...?"

"Are you okay? You're shaking your leg nonstop."

"Ah... It's just a little cold."

"Well, yeah. You didn't put on a pantyhose or pants. Is a coat over a dress enough...? We're outside and it's breezy."

"Hahah, you're so right. I'm such an airhead! It's too late now, so let's pay attention, okay? I'm sure the principal's speech will be riveting!"

"Sure..."

"Hahah..." She was relieved that Bill did not insist on the topic.

...After all, there was no dress under her long coat.

'Whoever this kid is, they're a pervert...! Making me wear the lingerie from my wedding night... Deplorable...!' Stephanie hypocritically decried in her mind.

...She was the one who twerked with that same lingerie many, many times…

'I can't handle this anymore...! I can't, I can't, I can't...!'

Stephanie got up and went behind the bleachers under the excuse that she was headed to the bathroom.

Pretending to be a good wife and mother while seated beside her husband and watching her son was impossible to her – a fraud of a good person.

'I did porn...! I sullied my marriage...! Someone knows... Even if they didn't, God knows... Get me out of here... Anyone, please...' She begged and begged and begged.

If she could go back in time, she would change everything; Do no porn.

It was better to be poor and ration food than to so openly stray away from her faith.

…

'Ah... So many comments... They're sad I didn't post any videos since Wednesday...' Stephanie was a hypocrite through and through. Even as she bargained and expressed regret in her mind, she did not delete her page, nor did she stop interacting with her fans.

As scared as she was, there was a relief to hearing them praising her; Wishing for her.

...At some point, she had learned to suppress guilt and anxiety with dopamine instead of God…

'They're asking so much for me to film myself with my "bulls"... I don't have a bull. They have an idea of me being this woman who gets run through by big black cocks every day... If only they knew...'

Stephanie had not had sex in months... Or ever, if she discounted the weak, boring experiences with her husband.

She was not a size queen or queen of spades or whatever label her fans had for her; Just a worthless, stupid mother who was going to hell. 'Not anymore...! I promise I won't make this mistake anymore, God. I'll repent...! I'll delete this page, stop watching porn, and trail the path you set for me... The real path! Tonight is the last time I do something immoral. I'll just... Just suck this stranger off and he'll let me go... He won't tell anyone... It's completely fine...'

Indeed, it was completely fine.

She was simply going to get on her knees and offer a blowjob to a kid the same age as her son; Commit real adultery to cover up her indecent online behavior. All while her son graduated.

Stephanie walked to the location agreed with the blackmailer: An isolated dark spot behind the bleachers, where she could still see the crowd and graduation, but they could not see her.

Because she arrived early, the blackmailer was still not there.

It would all be fine.

THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP!!!

'Help me, God! Help me, help me, help me...! I'll do anything to make up for this...! Don't leave me alone...! Give me a sign...! Show me your plan, please, please...!'

"The fuck you doin'-"

"AH!" Stephanie jumped to the side, freaked out.

There was someone leaning against the wall beside her: A young Black man with short black hair arranged in a mullet with undercuts on the sides, black eyes, and a chin strap beard... And a massive, massive build with wide shoulders, bulging muscles, and immense height.

'H-he's way over 6'0... 6'5, maybe...? Isn't it too cold to wear only a tank top and jeans...? J-Jesus, his arms...' Stephanie instantly found herself admiring the man's veiny bare shoulders and arms. 'They're covered in tattoos...'

Unintentionally, her mind went back to the many porn videos she had watched.

...Unintentionally, she imagined herself being strangled by his beefy forearms…

'A-ah... What am I thinking about...?! I'm not this woman anymore...! I'm trailing the path God set for me...! Only that path...! I'm a loyal Christian mother...! I'm looking for redemption!'

…

Stephanie gazed lower.

Specifically, at the young Black man's pants.

'Oh, my ...'

His bulge was even bigger than she could have thought in her wildest imagination. However long his cock was, it ran down to his right knee, strained within dark baggy pants that kept it from standing up as a proper erection.

'...CAN it even stand up...? I think this boy's penis might be too heavy to stay erect. Unless there's a girl holding it... I'd need both hands to keep this heavy thing up... Or my face ...'

The spot they were in was dark and the man's baggy pants were black. Even so, she could tell it was a monster Black cock of proportions that challenged even the professional porn actors she masturbated to so many times.

Such a hung Black man was right there, beside her – the vulgar mother who regularly masturbated with huge black dildos.

"I asked you what the fuck you doin' here." The man repeated the question, further annoyed despite his calm expression. His voice was deep.

"Ah! I... Huh...?" Stephanie cut herself off, realizing something.

Could the man be the blackmailer?

'In that case... He wants me to suck off that thing...?' Her gaze moved to his lower body again.

All of a sudden, she no longer felt fright or anxiety.

"Lady, ain't you gonna answer my question? You just gonna drool there like a dumb hoe?"

"Huh?! Oh...!" Stephanie wiped her lips clean. "Uhm... I-is it... Is it you...?" She blushed.

"Hm? Is it me what?"

"Y-you know... Do you know who I am?"

"I dunno, some fat-titted cracker who is too stupid to answer a question right?"

"Ah... It isn't you..." Stephanie felt…

…

...Disappointed?

'I should be relieved. If he tried to shove that thing in my mouth, I'd break for sure...' She looked at his lower body yet again.

…

'...I'd break for sure ...'

"Bitch, you gonna answer my question?"

"Heh?! Ah! I came here to meet someone."

"Meet someone? You that hoe's mama?"

"H-Hoe...?"

"Yeah. The hoe who I'm here to sell weed to. She runnin' late. U came to pick the weed up fo' her?"

"I don't know any girls called Hoe..."

"She ain't called- Fuck, who cares? I only asked 'cuz you pulled up and stood by me without sayin' nothin'."

"I did...?" Stephanie had assumed he snuck up on her. "I guess I was really distracted with my own thoughts and didn't see you. I apologize-"

"Shit, I don't give no fuck. Shut up." The man stopped looking at her, pulled a blunt from his pocket, and started smoking.

'Is that weed...? At school? I can't allow this...!' Stephanie wanted to say something.

…

...And then changed her mind. 'What am I thinking? This is a normal thing for Blacks, isn't it...? Black men smoke weed and fuck whores... Oh, is that what "hoe" means?! Woah...'

…

'But still... It's bad. I've always told Jimmy to stay away from weed. It's addictive and no girl will like you if you smoke it.'

...'

'That advice sounds so silly now...' She admired his bulge with a subtle side-glance. 'Guys with big black cocks can smoke all the weed they want and still fuck any "hoe" they like. That's just how masculine and virile they are... They can probably fuck "hoes" WHILE smoking weed...'

Stephanie imagined the Black man before her with his massive cock out, enjoying the blunt of weed while a kneeling whore slurped and bathed his cock with spit, sucking on it until a large load shot into her throat.

'It must feel amazing and powerful to be a man in that situation... I can't imagine Jimmy will ever enjoy an experience of that magnitude, but this man could do it so easily, I bet...'

She imagined it again and again.

...And then imagined herself as the kneeling whore…

"Hah ..." A sweet gasp escaped her lips.

"You starin' at somethin'?"

"I'm Stephanie! What's your name?"

"Devontae."

"Devontae? Wait... Aren't you that kid who used to beat my son up?"

"Who's your son?"

"Jimmy. Or, actually, James Scott."

"I ain't got no clue."

"You don't know him...?"

"Fuck, I might, but all them white boys look the same to me. I ain't gonna know if I beat his ass up just by his name."

"You definitely did...! He came home with a purple eye once...! He said he stared at a girl you were talking to."

"It don't matter. I ain't gonna know. I had a lotta fun beatin' up white boys and bangin' their moms and sisters before I was expelled. He just another one to me, if I did."

Stephanie was taken aback by his casual answer. "Well, you... You never banged me."

"I know."

"You do?"

"I'd remember fuckin' those knockers." He shamelessly tapped her left breast from below with two fingers, making it bounce within her coat.

"O-oh ..." Stephanie did not protest.

It was the first time anyone other than Bill touched her chest.

It was the first time anyone confidently touched her chest.

'He'd remember fucking me... This guy must stick his huge cock into lots of pretty women, but he says he'd remember me ...' She blushed. "You got expelled, didn't you...? Why are you here?"

"Cousin of mine is graduatin'."

"Oh..."

"And I got a girl comin' to buy weed. She's late, tho'..."

"You sell weed? At a high school?"

"Yeah, you got a problem with that?"

…

"No ..." Stephanie did not lie.

For whatever reason, she found herself fully disinterested in the morals she held her whole life.

More than that: She found herself bolder than usual. "So... That's why you're hard, huh...? I bet this girl is gonna 'pay' you in an exciting way..." She simulated a blowjob with her mouth and a hand.

"You dumb or somethin', lady? You think I'd let a hoe pay me with a blowjob over money? Nah, she gonna give me cash."

"Oh ..."

"...The sucking is for free."

"Oh ..."

"And I ain't hard 'cuz of her. I'm hard 'cuz I got a hoe with the fattest tits I ever seen right here." He tapped her boobs into bouncing again.

"Oh ..." Stephanie was fascinated by the man's unabashed statements. 'He's so manly and confident to say something like that straight to my face. This guy's ego must be fed by lots of pretty girls begging him for sex. Amazing ...'

…

…

…

Unfortunately, the conversation died after that. Devontae returned to smoking as he waited for his client, showing no interest in continuing to chitchat with her.

'I don't understand... The guys on Onlyfans are desperate to talk to me. They praise me and send money for attention because they're horny for my body. This guy has me beside him and just admitted he's hard for me but goes silent...?'

…

'This is for the best, isn't it? I don't know why I'm talking to him. Didn't I say I'd return to God's righteous path after all this? I should stick to that.'

…

"C-can I... Can I have one?" Stephanie repeatedly failed to contain herself.

"You don't look like you ever done weed."

"No. First time for everything, right?" Her gaze unwittingly moved to his lower body. "For everything ..."

Devontae stared at her for a while. "You got cash?"

"Uh... I didn't bring any with me... But I can pay you later...!"

Devontae broke eye contact and resumed smoking.

"Ah... Uhm... That's fine, I guess- Hm?" ...And then gave her a blunt, lighting it up.

"On the house this time, since I didn't bang you after beating yo' white-ass kid up.

"Thank you...!" Stephanie felt incredibly giddy about the gift, as small and irrelevant as it was.

...And immoral.

'It's okay...! I said I'd return to God's path AFTER all this, didn't I...? Until I deal with the blackmailer, it's okay...!' She mentally snuffed her discomfort and brought the blunt to her lips for her first huff ever.

What proceeded was a series of comical huffing, puffing, and coughing. Devontae did not laugh a single time but still side-glanced at her inexperienced smoking efforts.

Stephanie, on the other hand, giggled repeatedly, enjoying the experience like a giddy child.

In that moment, it was hard to remember why she prohibited herself from ever trying weed in her life.

According to her Christian teachings, it was bad... But was it not also very fun?

...Smoking weed as she spent time with a 6'5 Black hunk of pure muscle with a huge black cock in his pants felt more fulfilling than anything she had ever done in her life…

How many more fun things did she forfeit to follow God?

'I wish this was God's plan for me...'

"I'm here!" A girlish voice suddenly said.

It came from a 5'2 busty young girl with shoulder-length hair and black eyes wearing a tucked-in black crop top and ripped denim shorts. Her left eyebrow and nostril were pierced.

"Shit, you took too fuckin' long."

"Sorry, sorry...! But I'm here now." She reached into her back pocket. "It's this much, right?"

Devontae counted the money before reaching into his own back pocket and handing her a small bag. "Here you go."

"Ah, thank you...! Again, sorry for making you wait." She looked down at Devontae's lower pants. "...Maybe I made you wait a little too much, didn't I?"

"Fuck yeah, you did."

"Can I make up for that... ?" She pressed her chest against Devontae's midsection, grabbing his bulge with her free hand to stroke it through his pants. "You got this hard for me, didn't you? Bad boy-"

"It was for *me*." Stephanie cut in.

"Huh? Ah...! I didn't see you there!" The girl was stunned once from noticing Stephanie, and then a second time from noticing the proportions of her body. "Who are you...? Devon's new girlfriend...?"

"She just some hoe I met. Why don't you ignore and get to makin' up already? Before your little boyfriend comes cryin'."

"You know he's not gonna do that. He knows I suck you off every time I get weed from you. I can make him wait in the car as long as I want ..."

"Then start cheatin'." Devontae pressed her down by the hair, forcing her on her knees.

"Yes, sir ." The girl did not mind dirtying her knees on the ground, confidently grabbing onto his pants to lower them.

'What a depraved young girl... She's gonna do it right here? I mean, I came here for a similar reason, but I have no choice. She's doing it because she's a vulgar, corrupted girl of this generation. The youth is lost. I shouldn't stay here for this-'

PULL...!

Devontae's pants were fully lowered. His IMMENSE black cock swung up despite its heavy weight, smacking the girl so hard on the face that some of the THICK precum on its tip splashed onto Stephanie's cheek. An equally immense and hard set of balls was right below it, hanging low due to absurd weight.

'Wow ...' Her eyes opened wide, astonished by the length, girth, and veininess of the hard member.

Just like that, her thoughts of disdain for the girl being dirty and vulgar ceased to be, replaced by awe over the large black penis so close to her.

It was one thing to see it in porn; Another to see it right there.

'His thing is dripping ... It's a monster ... And it's uncut... Look at that foreskin... It must be so smelly in there if he produces this much precum all the time... And the weight on those balls... How much semen is in there...?'

"I'll get you off nice and good ..." The girl giggled, holding the heavy curved cock with a hand while opening her mouth wide to begin sucking him off. "Shlrrrrrrrrp! Shluuuuuurp!"

It was a spectacle.

Real-life porn a mere few feet from her position.

Should she not leave instead of watching like a perverted degenerate?

'No, I... I need to stay because... Uh... Why did I come here, again...? I'll just stay a little bit...'

Stephanie smoked more and more, immersed in the relaxing effect of weed as her eyes admired the incredible show.

'Is this how my subscribers feel when they watch my videos...? It's incredible...'

"Shluuuurp! Shlrrrrrrrp!" Whoever the girl was, she had some experience sucking Devontae off. Her head bobbed back and forth without hesitation, coating his cock with so much spit that it dripped onto the ground in the form of thick ropes of saliva mixed with precum; Much of it dripped directly from her chin thanks to the sloppiness of her technique, smearing her crop top and cleavage.

...Stephanie felt heat rise and rise between her legs, turned on by the blowjob…

Still, something bothered her.

"She could do better, couldn't she?" Stephanie mumbled in a pissy tone without thinking.

The moment the words came out of her voice, she burned red with embarrassment; Even more once Devontae and the girl looked her way.

"Watchu' mean?" He asked.

"W-w-w-w-well... You have a long penis, so... So, shouldn't she take more? It feels to me like a lot of meat is being wasted... Half your shaft is basically dry."

The girl's gaze changed from excited to worried.

Devontae looked at the girl with continued stoicism. "She right, you know?"

"H-hm...?"

"I'm always takin' it too easy with you White hoes." He grabbed the back of the girl's black hair with one hand. "Ain't it about time you made up for always making me wait?"

"H-h-hang on a-"

PLOP!

"GHLRGHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The girl's face was RUTHLESSLY buried into Devontae's crotch, taking his full length down her throat in a single motion.

"BHLRGHHHHHHHHHH!!!" She pushed against his legs as hard as she could to pull herself back, struggling with pain and lack of oxygen as her throat got filled out all the way to the base of the neck; Naturally, her effort failed miserably.

"SHLRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!!!" It took little time for the region around her stretched-out lips to turn into a swampy mess of drool and precum; Her face turned red and veiny equally quickly thanks to an inability to breathe; Desperate tears ran down her cheeks.

"Looks like she could take it. Just needed some help." Devontae talked to Stephanie with absolutely no consideration for how the girl was trying to free herself for air.

"Looks... Looks like it..." Stephanie, on the other hand, was disgusted at herself.

Because of her, a young girl was suffering.

God would judge her for that.

...Is what she thought before having a few more huffs and puffs of weed.

All of a sudden, God was no longer present in her thoughts.

...Just the scent, sound, and sight of a frenzied facefucking that she made happen…

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

"GHLRGH! BHLRGHH! SHLRRRP!"

Stephanie watched all of it without blinking or smiling. The only action she took was to smoke.

The way Devontae mauled the girl's head back and forth against his crotch was glorious; It was even better when he moved his hips against her face, showing no pity for her nose, chin, and forehead, which quickly got bruised from the many impacts against his crotch and heavy balls.

Porn was fake.

Exaggerated.

Unrealistic.

Those were things Stephanie always assumed. Though hardcore interracial porn was fascinating to watch, she always assumed there was a great deal of exaggeration in the rough acts of sex. Similarly, she always assumed the audio and video clips she recorded were filled with fetishized falsities.

Right there, as she smoked weed watching the poor girl's face getting brutally fucked, she realized there was never any exaggeration; Nor in the porn she watched, nor in the audio or video clips she made.

Interracial sex was hardcore, brutal, and fulfilling; Far more than boring, vanilla sex with her husband. The people who watched her certainly understood as much if they were not as innocent and inexperienced as her.

'...Just what sort of vile contribution have I been making to the world...? I'm supposed to promote God's word, not pornographic degeneracy... What if I ruined marriages...? Or made White men feel insufficient...? Or helped White women become promiscuous...?'

For a brief second, she felt a rush of guilt flood into her pounding heart.

Stephanie took another huff; Heard a little more gurgling.

And then…

'...Unless this is God's plan for me. Woah ... Makes total sense...' ...She stopped feeling guilty.

"BHLRGHHH! SHLRRRP! GHLUUUURGH!"

Stephanie leaned onto Devontae's tattooed shoulder, resting her head against it as she watched the girl have her face destroyed and her throat ruined.

"Bitch, the fuck you doin'?" He stopped fucking the girl for a moment, looking down at Stephanie.

She had a clear, rational response for him.

"Heheheheh... Heheheheh... I'm missing my son's graduation for this... Heheheheh..." ...Her head had gotten fuzzy from weed. "You have really thick lips... Woah... Heheheheh..."

Devontae raised his hand to move her away…

…

...And then left her there. "Fuck, whatever."

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

"SHLRRRRP! BHLRGHHHH! GHLRGHHHH!"

How much time passed?

Stephanie had a hard time tracking it, continuing to smoke.

Not only did it soothe her heart, but it also felt good to do so with her head on the Black young man's big shoulder, enjoying the sounds of the young girl gagging and choking from having her throat run through.

The only moment in which she regained proper focus was when the young girl's eyes shot wider open, gurgling madly as her cheeks exploded in abrupt expansion.

"Khhh! Ghhh! Nghhh!!!" Devontae stopped shoving the girl's face back and forth, grunting with clenched teeth and a strained face. His grip on the girl's hair got so harsh that she whimpered from pain.

'What's going on...?' It took the intoxicated Stephanie a little bit to catch on.

She understood reality once she saw the first splurges of thick white liquid come out of the girl's cock-stuffed mouth.

...And then many, many more.

'He's cumming...?'

"Nghhh...! Mnghhh...!" Devontae's body spasmed so intensely that Stephanie's head slipped from his shoulder.

"GHLRGHHHHHHHH!!!" The girl's eyes rolled up, pouring tears as her face, neck, and upper chest turned a frightening shade of red. No matter how much her cheeks expanded or her lips glued against Devontae's crotch, endless volumes of semen leaked out from tiny gaps on her lips, forming a puddle on the ground; Some came out through her nose.

It was…

'...Divine .'

Stephanie did not smoke through Devontae's extensive ejaculation, mesmerized by how majestic it was. Not only was the girl suffocating from being pumped full of an immense thick load, but the cock pulsated and flailed within her throat, abusing it so badly that its veins and perfect shape came delineated through her skin.

His balls were equally powerful, quivering in a futile effort to suck back into his body. Large, round, and hard like that, they could only pump cum in orgasmic frenzy.

Stephanie pitied them.

...Her Christian nature to help kicked in…

"Khhh...! Huuh?!" Devontae stared with furrowed brows, confused by what she did next.

"There you go... There you go... You can do it..." Stephanie squatted down to caress and verbally encourage his low-hanging sack.

"Bitch...! Ghh...! The fuck...! You doin'?!" He pulled Stephanie back up by the hair.

"I'm sorry... It's hard work for you too, isn't it...? Come here... Mnhhhhm ..." She connected lips with him, locked one arm around his neck from the side while using her free hand to unrelentingly massage his hard-working cum-pumping balls.

Devontae remained bewildered by her behavior... "Ghnmmm..." ...But gave into her kiss, intertwining tongues together while ensuring the girl's face remained sunk into his crotch, forcibly taking his vast, extensive load.

What a surreal learning experience.

There were other ways to reach heaven other than following God's boring plan.

Carl stumbled upon a curious scene when going to the agreed location to meet Stephanie.

He only noticed it when he got close thanks to the poor lighting, but there was a Black guy with his pants lowered. A girl with black hair was on her knees, unconscious with her face dug into his crotch as semen endlessly leaked down her chin. Meanwhile, Stephanie was on her feet beside him, sleeping on his shoulder with a blunt of weed in her hand.

"Another fuckin' cracker? The hell you want, White boy?" The man said.

"Uh... I... Wait, are you...?" Carl recognized who the man was.

Devontae King, a killer.

"What? Don't quit mid-sentence. Why is everyone stoppin' mid-sentence tonight?"

"I-I came here t-to-"

"Oh, that must be him..." Stephanie muttered with a weak voice, locking hazy eyes with Carl. "You're the kid blackmailing me, aren't you...?"

Yes, he was. Carl recognized Stephanie when searching for interracial porn on social media and made the reckless decision of blackmailing her to get a blowjob.

It was too good of an opportunity for a virgin like him to pass up. His intention was to get a blowjob on his graduation night and gradually escalate things into more and more sex acts, thus making Stephanie hopelessly addicted to sex with him.

A realistic corruption story! He knew based on his varied consumption of porn-

THWUMP!

Carl was knocked out.

…

…

…

"Ghn...? Hm...?" Stephanie opened her eyes.

She was in the passenger seat of a car.

Devontae was on the driver's seat beside her.

…

"HUH?!" She shot forward so sharply that the seating belt stopped her mid-motion. "Where are we?!"

"Graduation's over. I couldn't just leave your fat White ass there, so I brought you to my car. Since you wouldn't wake up to tell me where your crib is, I was gonna bring you to mine 'til you woke up. You can't touch weed, lady."

"Oh... What about the girl and the boy...?"

"I left them there."

"Heh? But you just said... Wait! I need to go back...! If I don't talk to that boy, he's gonna-"

"Chill, I already dealt with that White boy for you."

"Deal...?"

Devontae grabbed his phone and played a video recording for her.

It showed the boy begging for forgiveness and promising that he would never tell anyone about Stephanie.

Such a promise would have been empty if not for his purple eye, bloody face, and broken arm.

"You hurt him bad..."

"Yup."

"Why...?"

"He was annoyin'."

"Really...?" Stephanie did not entirely buy his excuse, considering he went out of his way to film the blackmailer apologizing to her. "Hey... Didn't you get expelled from high school?"

"Yeah."

"Because... You killed someone?"

"That's right."

"...Was it self-defense...?"

"Nope. But the hoe of a wife made it sound that way in court. Didn't take a whole lotta dick for her to see things my way. She callin' me up to this day to get some pipe."

"I-I see..." Stephanie absorbed the horrible revelation Devontae so casually made.

…

...And did not care in the least.

She should have cared but did not.

The only thing she cared about at that moment was the fact Devontae protected her from the fate she was so scared of.

'Not you, God, but this young Black man who just admitted to murder, and who practically raped a young girl's face in front of me... Even if I had a bit of a participation in that. Or was it your plan for things to go this way? Are you protecting me through him...?'

…

Like many times earlier that night, her gaze moved to Devontae's bulge. 'God... Do you have a big black cock...?'

…

'...Do you want to fuck me with it, God...?'

"Tell me where you live already, lady. I'mma drop you off."

"Ah... My address is..." She told him.

…

Stephanie looked out the window as Devontae drove off the neighborhood they were in. "You live around here?"

"Yup."

"It's a bad neighborhood..."

"Yup."

"I guess you got money troubles too, don't you...?"

"You don't look like you got money troubles, lady."

"I do... That's why I made an Onlyfans to pay for it."

"That what the White boy was blackmailing you 'bout?"

"Yes."

"Then, shouldn't you be more secretive 'bout it? Now I know too."

"...I'm okay with you knowing." Stephanie felt oddly open.

Was it the leftover effects of weed in her system?

The reek of hardcore sex in the car?

...The lust for the big Black man sitting beside her...?

"Gotta do what you gotta do to survive."

"Is that how it works? I feel like God doesn't agree..."

"Yeah? God gonna pay your bills? He ain't ever done a thing for me."

Stephanie said nothing.

...Because if she did, she felt like she would agree with Devontae.

'God didn't save me... This murderer boy did...' She found herself unable to suppress impious thoughts.

"So, watchu gonna do 'bout your Onlyfans?"

"Delete it and spend my entire life making up for it. I hope God forgives me..."

"Best of luck with that. We're here." Devontae stopped the car.

They were in front of her house.

"Yes... Thank you." Stephanie-

"Your phone, lady."

"Oh...! Thank you." Stephanie almost forgot to grab it. 'It's vibrating...? Oh, God. Bill and Jimmy have been calling and texting me nonstop. They must be worried.'

…

She looked at her house.

The moment she entered, her life as a religious housewife would recommence.

…

For some reason, it was unexpectedly hard to open the car door to leave.

Her eyes darted back to the muscular, tall, hung Black boy sitting beside her.

...His bulge was there, still hard because of her…

…

'Maybe... Maybe you brought me to this boy to bring him closer to you, God. That's it, isn't it...? You want me to get closer to him... That is your plan, isn't it? Maybe a little bit...?

God's plan got murkier and murkier in Stephanie's mind.

Usually, that murkiness would leave her crippled with anxiety-inducing freedom.

This time, that freedom was also accompanied by excitement.

"Do... Do you want to see it...?"

"See what?"

"My Onlyfans."

Devontae rubbed his bulge. "Sure."

Stephanie opened her Onlyfans on what she believed was her best twerking video and gave the phone to him.

"Damn, girl... I could tell you had a huge dumper hidden in that coat of yours, but I ain't ever seen no White girl's cheeks clappin' like this."

"It's good, isn't it...? I've got a good ass."

Devontae answered by rubbing his bulge harder; Grabbing his shaft so tightly that the outline popped through his baggy pants. A small precum stain formed on the region by his knee, showcasing his arousal at seeing her twerking video.

"My fans are obsessed with the idea that I am a mother who loves cheating on her husband with big black cocks. Almost all my clips nowadays are about interracial sex."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah... I often roleplay with a huge black dildo. I suck and fuck it all the time. Sometimes, I suck and fuck it off-camera..."

"How come?"

"...I get horny because black cocks turn me on ."

Devontae rubbed his bulge harder and harder. Stephanie unwittingly groped her breast through her coat, losing control due to the skyrocketing heat between her legs.

There was a hung Black man touching himself to her in front of her.

Over time, Stephanie had found it exciting to know that her subscribers masturbated to her body... But she also found it filthy and disgusting.

...Seeing Devontae do the same was equally filthy and much more arousing, but not disgusting whatsoever…

"Do you like the lingerie in that video?"

"Sure do."

"I've got it right here ..." Stephanie unbuttoned her long coat, finally exposing the lingerie she had put on for the blackmailer.

Devontae's cock responded for him with a WILD spasm, almost escaping his own grip.

Stephanie's clit spasmed equally hard underneath her white thong; Juices oozed so fervently that she could practically sniff them within the musky car.

"You put that on for your kid's graduation?"

"No... I put this on because that kid you almost killed told me to. I went there ready to suck a stranger's dick..."

"..."

"...I'm still ready ..."

"Yeah? You gonna suck my cock in my car while your hubby and kid are in there, desperate to know where you are?"

Stephanie reflected before answering. "I was going to say I need to pay you back for helping me, but you only accept payment in money... So I'll just suck you for free like a whore then . That's okay, isn't it? After all, you beat Jimmy up so many times but forgot to bang his mom ..."

She grabbed the waistline of his pants and pulled them down. Next, she lied on her side, inserting her head between his abs and cock to slurp from base to tip until it was covered in her spit. 'It smells so strong and musky... His precum is so thick... ! And he's not circumcised…! What a strong flavor …''

All throughout that, Devontae watched video after video of her twerking, only helping as far as holding her hair for her.

As Stephanie licked and slurped on his veiny, musky, precum-tasty cock, she found herself unbelievably relaxed and comfortable.

'...Was this your plan for me, God? I can't see you anywhere...'

There was nothing there except a musky Black cock.

Did God have one too?

...Or was Devontae just better?

'Where is Mom...?!' Jimmy freaked out along with his dad, worried that his mother had disappeared out of nowhere in the ceremony. 'We should call the police...!'

"I'm gonna try calling her again." His dad said, leaving the room.

"Yeah. I'll text her."

Jimmy grabbed his phone... But stopped upon receiving a notification.

Hot_Stephy had just tweeted an image of herself sucking off an enormous uncut black penis. Her face remained censored because it was taken from above, but it was still possible to see loads of spit swamped around the cock's base, implying a thoroughly sloppy blowjob.

With it, she included a text: Should I bring it to the page?

'Yes...!' Jimmy quickly commented with his fake account, hopeful that she would finally do a real sex video.

Hopefully, his comment along with many others would persuade her to go ahead with it. Jimmy did not care if she had a son or husband.

'Sucks to be them!'

Bill could not believe his night.

Not only was he EXTREMELY worried about his wife's sudden disappearance, but there was now a car parked in front of his house with a mischievous couple having oral sex inside.

He had gone to the front yard to get some air and call his wife's phone, too nervous and stressed to remain in the living room.

There, he saw clear movements of a woman bobbing her head up and down on a man's lap inside the car parked by their house. Though the windows were tinted, the shadowy outlines were obvious enough.

"Unacceptable...!" He rushed to the car and knocked on the window. "Hey! You brats! Quit it! Go to a motel-"

ROLL…

The window rolled down partially, allowing Bill to make eye contact with the man on the driver's seat.

A VERY cold and enormous Black man who did not appreciate being talked down to.

Though the staring between them was silent…

"Shlrrrrp... ! Shluuuurp... !" ...The blowjob taking place on his lap was loud and vigorous. Whoever the woman, she was putting in tremendous effort to orally please him – and most certainly enjoying the act.

Bill felt jealous. Stephanie never sucked him that way. 'She's not that type of woman... Only improper girls of this generation have this sort of sloppy sex. Stephanie was raised right.'

The man continued to stare at him.

Bill was sufficiently intimidated. "U-uhm... Nevermind, I'm sorry..."

"Shlrrrrrp?!" The girl stopped sucking for some reason.

"I-I'll go..." Bill said, leaving-

"No, you ain't."

"What...?"

"Since you acted like a fuckin' cracker, you gonna stay right there 'til I nut."

"What?!"

"And 'cuz of you, she gonna get it like this now."

Bill did not understand what the man meant until…

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

"Ghlrgghhhh! Bhlrghhh! Shlrrrrp!" ...The woman's sloppy slurping and sucking turned into frantic gurgling and gagging.

"Wh-what are you doing to her?!"

"Giving her a little hand is all."

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

"Bhlrghhh ! Ghluuurgh ! Bhlooorgh !"

"J-Jesus...! Don't hurt her...!"

"That's okay. She enjoyin' it, ain't she, slut?"

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

"Ghlooorgh ! Bhluuurgh ! Shlrrrrrp !" For obvious reasons, the woman did not answer.

Bill was deeply uneasy. "Wh-what do I care...?! She's just a stranger to me."

"Is she?" The man chuckled. "It don't matter. You gonna wait 'til I nut, like a good White boy."

"Or what?!"

"..." The man did not answer, but his eyes threatened more than enough.

Bill would not leave, petrified.

Thus, he stayed in place, waiting while the Black man derived great enjoyment from brutally shoving the woman's face up and down, disregarding the strain imposed on her throat as she gagged, gurgled, and choked.

Eventually, the sounds changed.

"GHLRGHHHHHHH !!! BHLRGHHHHHHH !!!" ...They got much, much worse.

"Fuck...! Khhh...! Ghhh...!" The Black man gritted his teeth as his face and neck tensed up.

'Is he... Ejaculating...?' Bill felt immeasurably inadequate.

Whenever he came, it was a brief and uneventful moment.

He had always assumed that was normal for all men, but there was NOTHING uneventful taking place in front of him.

"BHLRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!! GHLRGHHHHHHHHHHH !!!" It was a grand, grand event. The poor woman drowned in what must have been an extensive release directly into her throat, with the man's hand pinning her against his crotch with a hand on the back of her head.

"That's fuckin' right... Good job, hoe. And you too, White boy. You can go now."

"U-uh... Yes..." He turned and walked back home before the man changed his mind.

It was a tough walk.

Bill was hard.

In that moment, Stephanie learned why the girl from earlier choked so badly when Devontae came into her mouth behind the bleachers.

His cum was not thick.

It was EXTREMELY thick, making it impossible to swallow without chewing.

However, it was impossible to chew with the GIGANTIC cock stuffed all the way to the base of her neck, stretching her throat out to its limits and then some.

So, the only thing she could do was…

"BHLRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!" ...Pass out, suffocating as unchewed cum pumped straight into her stomach.

'God, this had better be your plan for me ...'

...Because she intended to follow through with it regardless.

"Shlrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp... !"

There was a good chance Bill and Jimmy thought Stephanie was more of an airhead than was true.

"I got distracted talking to an old friend of mine, and then she started menstruating really badly so I helped her home, and then you know how menstruations are, right?! By the time I saw what time it was, I had already missed Jimmy's graduation! Hahah…! I'm so sorry!" …They bought the worst lie ever conceived by a living human.

Still, even if they bought the lie, Stephanie did not feel any more at ease.

Yesterday, she crossed the line… And then a few more dozen lines.

…And then another few dozen more.

'I can still taste it in my mouth…! Sperm from black penises is so thick… Maybe his is even more than most…' She kept finding leftover sperm between her teeth, making her feel like she was chewing gum all morning. Similarly, she kept drinking water to clean up the sperm stuck inside her throat; Ultimately, she chugged down soda in the hopes that it would be more effective.

It worked. After brushing her teeth a few times and chugging down a couple of cans of soda, she finally got rid of all physical evidence of her degenerate adultery.

…The mental evidence, on the other hand, she would never get rid of…

'I sucked off another man, and… And… And Bill was right outside the car…! He was right outside while another man shot a big load of sperm inside my throat…!'

…

'No, it was not "another man"… It was a big black man with a big black cock… He made my husband a… Cuck …'

…

'…He just stood there and watched like a good boy while a bigger man used my mouth like a toy …'

…

Heat rose between her legs.

'I'M GOING TO HELL!' Now that she was sober, she no longer believed the nonsense she talked herself into last night. 'I gave into temptation…! Sucking a Black man's cock in front of me can't be God's plan… He didn't even force me… I did it willingly…! And… And it's not just any man…!'

Stephanie looked up the murder case that Devontae was accused of.

He had gotten into a fight with a husband and son outside of a movie theater one night, beating both into a coma. They died weeks later in the hospital. There was video footage of the crime, making it a clear-cut case.

The mother's testimony acquitted him. According to her, her husband and son were both gun owners and threatened Devontae, leading him to act in perceived self-defense even though they were not armed at the time.

'It's a lie…' She remembered what Devontae said last night. 'She lied for him because… Because she loved feeling his big black cock coming in and out of her vagina…'

…

'…What a man …'

…

'No, wait, what am I thinking?! That's bad!'

…

'…But he saved me yesterday…'

…

'…By being violent…!'

…

…

…

'Well, forgiveness is a virtue, right, God?' Stephanie settled.

It did not matter if she wanted to condemn Devontae on a moral level. Her heart could not let go of how relaxed and safe she felt by smoking weed with her head on his shoulder, watching the girl getting her face mercilessly fucked.

...Or how good it felt to milk him with her own mouth while her husband waited outside the car like a loser…

'None of it matters… It was a one-time surrender to temptation. I won't ever repeat this mistake! I'm married…! And… I'm going to delete my Onlyfans right now!' Stephanie committed herself!

Then, she opened her Onlyfans and saw the number of people commenting about their excitement over the idea that she would finally bring an interracial sex video to her page.

'Heh…?' Stephanie examined her social media to understand what they were talking about. 'Wha…?!'

She was not aware of the tweet and photo. Devontae had done it on his own while she was distracted gobbling his massive black cock. 'I thought he was watching my twerking videos…! How dare he…?!'

Stephanie was…!

Was…!

…

…Not particularly angry.

Again, she found it impossible to be angry at Devontae.

'He saved me…'

…

'…And he has such a juicy cock .' Her reasoning was shamefully shallow, and she knew it. 'Wow… Is that how the woman felt after her husband and son got killed? But that's on another level. I could never let go of something that severe just because of good sex…'

…

'…Though, it's not like I know what it feels like… Maybe it really messes with your head ...'

Nonetheless, it was time to return to God's path.

Stephanie would delete her Onlyfans!

…

'So many likes and comments… They REALLY want to see me suck him off for the camera…'

…

"Hello? Devontae…?" Stephanie called the number she saved on her phone before leaving Devontae's car last night.

For the first time in her life, Stephanie made a decision that she could not justify with God.

Still, it was not without justification.

Her eyes were glued to the hundreds of horny men who wanted to jerk off to her sucking off a big black cock. They fueled her.

When had Stephanie begun attributing so much value to online attention and praise?

"It's Stephanie. Uhm… Th-the older woman who sucked-"

"The lady with the fat tits and huge dumper, I know."

"Oh…" Stephanie felt a chill run up her spine.

Devontae remembered her.

…She left an unforgettable impression on his big black cock…

…

"I was thinking… You like money, don't you? Don't you want to come over and film…" She continued the rest of the conversation without looking at the comments on her screen.

That fuel was no longer needed, replaced by another.

When had Stephanie begun attributing so much value to the heat between her legs?

Bill and Jimmy were visiting college campuses in town to decide where Jimmy should go now that he had graduated.

That left the house free for Stephanie not to worry about being caught with Devontae.

After calling Devontae over for that afternoon, she made a post on her page asking for script ideas for her first-ever oral sex video. She would make a video based on the most liked one.

It was a bad idea.

The chosen idea ran a little too close to home.

All of a sudden, she felt immensely nervous with Devontae inside her house…

Devontae opened the door to her bedroom. "Aight, bitch. Your hubby and kid ain't around no more. You ain't got no more excuses to pretend you don't wanna get your cheeks clapped black." He grabbed his enormous bulge HARD, making its shape blatantly delineated through the fabric of his baggy pants.

"Oh, no! What are you doing in my house? I told you I didn't want you anywhere near me after you beat them to death…! I will never let you have your way with me, you evil thug!"

"Damn, that's, like, the worst acting I ever seen." Devontae broke character. "I know ain't no one gonna care about porn acting, but that's real, real bad."

"Ugh…" Stephanie resigned for the fourth time.

She was not doing a good job because she was unbelievably nervous.

'How could such a sick idea win the most votes…? I can't film this… Especially with a man who's really done it in reality…! What if Bill and Jimmy come back home earlier than expected? Would he hurt them…?'

Stephanie would give anything to be able to reverse her decision and send Devontae away without consequences-

"Lady, you changed your mind? I can just go."

"No!" …Stephanie was an indecisive hypocrite.

As it turned out, living an entire life based on what God wanted made it very difficult to make decisions when she had no God to hide behind. Not only that, but she was stuck with a constant feeling of unease and guilt over her actions.

'M-maybe… Maybe this is God's plan somehow…? I doubt it…' She kept trying to hide back in his shadow to no avail.

Stephanie had no idea what she was doing with her life. The lack of clear guidance from a superior being was horrifying.

"Aight, then what we doin'? You wanna try again?"

"Uhm… Uh… Do you want to take a look at my Onlyfans?" She recycled the same excuse she used last night to stay in the car with him.

"Sure." Devontae recycled the same answer.

They sat side-by-side at the computer as Devontae checked her page out once more.

"Lady."

"H-hm?"

"Want one?" Devontae handed her a blunt.

…

"Yes." Stephanie began smoking.

Thus, the next many minutes passed on…

'He's scrolling down a lot…' Stephanie observed as she huffed and puffed the relaxing substance. '…And he's so hard…'

Her eyes distracted themselves with his throbbing bulge.

'I gobbled that cock up yesterday… No, he made me gobble it all the way down my throat, and then choked me out by filling my stomach up… My voice is still a little raspy today. It hurt a lot, but… But it was really fun too .' She smiled, thinking back to the memory. 'I was able to summon this enormous Black man all the way to my house and got his cock super hard right beside me… That's a little incredible, isn't it…?'

"Lady, you way too nice to these White boys."

"Huh? What?"

"Look at all these comments and messages you respond to. They all a buncha horny cucks. The fuck you wastin' yo' time bein' nice to them and doin' what they want?" Devontae had been researching her page while she distracted herself with his huge bulge.

"Oh, uh… They pay me, so…"

"So what? You ain't gotta respect these suckers. You a goddess to them."

"Goddess…? No, no, I can't use that sort of wording…"

"What? You gonna tell me God be watchin', so you gotta be all nice and Christian to these cucks? Ain't no way. Fuck 'em."

"Fuck them…?"

"Fuck 'em. If you ain't wanna film their cuck video idea, just film watchu want instead. I'm down to get my nut out however you fine with."

"W-well, I mean… There are manners and rules one has to follow-"

"Ain't no such thing, Bitch."

"Khh!"

Devontae grabbed her by the back of the hair and forced her down on her knees between his legs, pulling his waistline down enough for his cock to fling out against her face, rubbing it with precum.

"H-hah … It's… Soaked …" Stephanie stared at its oozing uncut tip with crossed eyes, admiring the glistening effect on the foreskin. 'It's so thick… It must puddle up precum in there all day… That's why it's got such a manly musk …' Her mind got foggy; Her senses got overstimulated.

"So? Watchu wanna do?" He slowly stroked his cock from base to tip with a grip so tight that it strangled its shape along each motion.

"I… Uh… I don't know…"

"No? Ain't that what you get on yo' knees for?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you get on yo' knees every night to ask God watchu supposed to do to with yo' life?"

There was truth in Devontae's words, but Stephanie could not do such a thing now.

God was nowhere to be found.

…The only being she could see was a 6'5 massive Black man with an enormous black cock that oozed precum and musk, eager to cum for her…

"So? Watchu wanna do?" Devontae asked for the third time, lifting his shirt enough for his abs to pop out.

"Me…? I… I think I want to do what I've always done…"

Serve a greater power with her body and soul.

"Shluuuuuuuuuuuurp…!" Stephanie launched her head forward and licked Devontae's cock from base to tip several times, slurping up every bit of precum running down its rugged length before slobbering it back out mixed with spit.

"Shloooooooooooooorp… !" She pulled the foreskin down, almost passing out as a HEAVY musk SUFFOCATED her nostrils in a rush of masculine odor. The accumulated precum from being around Stephanie resulted in the strongest, most delicious scent of her life, leading her to quickly slurp it all up; This particular bit of precum was so creamy that she had to chew it.

"Shlrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp…!" Once she was done turning his cock into a sloppy mess of spit-with-precum, she moved her tongue down to his large, round, firm balls, leaving them equally sloppy with saliva.

"'Atta girl…" Devontae kept his grip on the back of her head the entire time, asserting control over her.

She did not mind. There was nothing humiliating about it whatsoever.

The strong guidance suppressed the unease and guilt in her heart.

…Stephanie had a religious fervor to be enveloped by a greater being…

"Shlrrrrrrrp… ! Shluuuurp… ! Shloooorp... !"

Soon enough, Stephanie reached a conundrum: It was hard to smoke weed when she was so invested in using her mouth to service the towering cock before her.

It was yet another moment of learning for her: She wanted to get high again.

No wonder the people of her church were always so strict about attendance and following faith. It only took a bit of a stray for her to start going off God's course.

Or, in her case, it only took a bit of a fat black cock dripping with hunger for her.

"Do you like this sort of thing, Devontae?" She removed her top and bra, exposing her heavy breasts without hesitation; Next, she wrapped them around his gigantic cock, half of which still popped out of her cleavage despite its expansive flesh.

"You askin' me if I like having big white knockers around my dick?"

"Ah, I'm so silly… Of course you do, you stud … *Huff…! Puff…!*" Stephanie found the solution to be able to keep smoking while pleasuring Devontae's cock: Using her tits.

SCLUSH…! SCLUSH…! SCLUSH…!

"Oh, fuck… ! *Huff…! Puff…!* I'm the one hugging your cock, but it feels like you're the one crushing my tits… ! You're so hard and hung… ! This is such a manly cock… ! *Huff…! Puff…!*" Stephanie delighted in the sensation of her inner cleavage rearranging itself to accommodate the girthy member.

SCLUSH…! SCLUSH…! SCLUSH…

"Aaah… ! Look how much I hate to move my tits up to get to the tip… ! This thing is a foot-long… ! Longer, even… ! *Huff…! Puff…!* You were given this big black cock for a reason… ! And I… I was given these big tits for a reason too… ! *Huff…! Puff…!* But if I wasn't, I don't care either… ! I just wanna make it shoot like a fountain… !" She kept her huge breasts snugged around his towering black cock by pressing her sideboobs with her fists, moving both up and down at the same.

It was not too difficult. The massive, musky black cock was a slippery mess thanks to all the spit she slobbered over it a moment ago. Moreover, an endless supply of precum flowed from its urethra, continuously renewing the cock's slippery coating. Thus, her huge tits slid up and down smoothly.

Boobjobs were incredibly fun. Stephanie had never given one before, so she never knew.

Though, if she had given one to Bill, she would still not know. His penis was small and thin, meaning it would be fully concealed by the vast flesh of her chest.

…Because it was White…

Meanwhile, Devontae's cock was big and thick, allowing a significant chunk of its veiny, glistening shaft to pop out of her cleavage for visual enticement.

…Because it was Black…

'Ah… God… I know I'm disrespecting you right now, but… But…'

SCLUSH! SCLUSH! SCLUSH!

'…Your design is beautiful .' She became an anti-circumcision advocate.

SCLUSH! SCLUSH! SCLUSH!

Stephanie lost herself in the act of bouncing her tits up and down so strongly that the collision against Devontae's muscular legs helped her go continuously harder and faster.

Was it because of the sloppy squelching happening between her boobs due to incessant friction against the gorgeous, veiny, soggy black cock?

Was it because of her nipples rubbing against his abs, making her quiver with pleasure?

Or was it because of how much she huffed and puffed the blunt of weed without taking a break?

SCLUSH! SCLUSH! SCLUSH!

"Look at it ! *Huff…! Puff…!* It's throbbing so much! *Huff…! Puff…!* I wanna make it cum all over my tits! *Huff…! Puff…!* Cum, cum, cum! *Huff…! Puff…!*" Probably all three options.

"Khhh…!" Devontae broke his silence by letting out a loud, gruffy grunt. His fingers dug DEEP into Stephanie's hair. "I'mma bust a nut…!"

"Bust a nut?! Ah…! Does that mean-"

"Don't FUCKIN' stop!"

"Yes!"

SCLUSH! SCLUSH! SCLUSH! SCLUSH! SCLUSH! SCLUSH!

Stephanie turned into a tit-bouncing human machine, fisting them around Devontae's cock so aggressively that she bruised her skin.

Yet, at no moment did she stop smoking.

HUFF! PUFF! HUFF! PUFF! HUFF! PUFF! HUFF! PUFF!

…Even as the thrashing black cock barraged cum all over her face, hair, and cleavage…

HUFF! PUFF! HUFF! PUFF! HUFF! PUFF! HUFF! PUFF!

It was the visual spectacle of a lifetime.

Last night, she swallowed a FAT, VOLUMINOUS load of semen – much of it by lack of choice, since his cock was too buried in her throat to allow for any other outcome.

There was no doubt that she adored that experience, deriving great pleasure from having her stomach so stuffed by the creamy, delicious substance.

However, there was something uniquely special about having a gigantic, girthy cock FLAILING within the grip of her huge tits as it rained semen all over her.

It was so, so sticky and hot.

Stephanie observed the full thing without blinking, even as she continued to bounce her tits up and down and smoke.

…Every time the urethra expanded and fired a huge shot, she quivered…

…Every time it landed on her skin, she quivered…

…Every time Devontae grunted and spasmed, she quivered…

…Every time the fat cock pulsated inside her tits, she quivered…

…Every time her pussy quivered, she quivered…

Once it was over, Stephanie remained in place without moving her boobs, simply breathing and smoking with no expression on her face.

SMACK!

His cock continued to spasm at irregular intervals, smacking her chin so hard that semen splashed around her tits and face.

SMACK!

Now that Devontae's extensive ejaculation had ended, she felt exhausted.

SMACK!

Why? She had not done anything particularly strenuous.

SMACK!

Did it have anything to do with her shaking lower body and twitching vaginal lips inside her pants?

SMACK!

'…Huh? Now that I think about it… I feel really wet and hot down there…'

SMACK!

'Wait… Did I… Have an orgasm…?'

SMACK!

'…I came… It feels really good and warm… And… And…' She looked at the cock striking her chin.

SMACK!

'…I bet it'd feel great if it were hitting my pussy instead .'

"That was a damn good nut, lady." Devontae playfully tapped her cheek, getting off at the sight of her hazy expression admiring his cock so much.

"It really was… You're incredible… This cock is incredible… Black cocks are incredible …"

"Smile fo' the picture."

"Huh…?" She glanced up.

FLASH!

There was no smile.

Stephanie did not have time to react, nor did she have enough energy to smile.

Her vaginal lips were still twitching.

…She was still cumming…

HUFF…! PUFF…!

…And smoking.

'My head's a mess… But I don't want to stop… This is so relaxing…'

"I'm gonna post this fo' you, telling all these White boy losers to go fuck 'emselves. You too busy getting a nice black nut on yo' skin to film their sorry-ass suicide fetish. They just gonna have to contend with you milking a nigga's cock on their dime. I'll censor yo' face, you ain't gotta worry."

"No, wait… That's…"

…

"Actually… I don't think I care…" Stephanie could not remember what she was so worried about in the first place.

Be it God, money, or love from her subscribers, none of it made sense to her now.

There was something much more important in front of her.

…An object of worship that had just baptized her face and tits…

'God… It might be the weed talking… But…'

SCLUSH…! SCLUSH…!

HUFF…! PUFF…! HUFF…! PUFF…!

'…I don't think I care much about you if you don't have a big black cock …'

"So, watchu wanna do?" Devontae asked for the fourth time that day.

…

"Can you film on my phone for me…?" Stephanie asked. "And blur my face afterward…"

"Sure thing." Devontae began filming.

"Hi, guys. I was going to film the video idea you voted for earlier today, but…" She looked down at Devontae's throbbing, cum-soaked cock between her tits. "…I decided I want to do something else. If you were really anticipating it…"

…

"…I don't care. I've got a big nigger cock to worship … Wait, is it okay if I use that word?!"

"I don't mind if it's you, lady."

"Oh, shit …" Stephanie bit her lips.

SCLUSH! SCLUSH! SCLUSH!

HUFF! PUFF! HUFF! PUFF! HUFF! PUFF!

She felt very free and light.

There was no anxiety anymore.

Just excitement.

Jimmy had chosen the worst day to check out colleges with his dad.

'She just posted her first sex video…?! Oh, shit…! Fuck…! Okay, okay… I'll check it out once I get home…' Jimmy told himself.

He was more than patient enough to wait until he got home to-

"Dad, I gotta go to the bathroom!" Jimmy was not patient at all.

"Huh? Can't it wait for a bit? We're about to-"

"Nope!" He rushed away.

Jimmy had never been a heavy porn consumer. Going to church every Sunday with his parents had kept him from falling victim to such a common temptation for the modern young man.

Things changed ever since he discovered Hot_Stephy.

…The way her ass flapped, clapped, and twerked hypnotized him…

'This whole Black-on-White thing is so gross… I can't believe I like it so much. This must be a sickness in my head, but I can't get rid of it. If Mom knew, she'd be so disappointed in me…'

Because his dad was the provider, Jimmy grew up mostly with his mother, who consistently taught him good Christian morals, among which was the evils of porn and out-of-wedlock sex.

Yes, his mother consistently taught him that. Even now, as an adult, she taught him that.

…Always with her stacked chest bouncing up and down between energetic gestures…

How could it be that Jimmy was now so intently enamored with pornography of a mature White woman supposedly addicted to interracial sex with large Black men?

'When I think of Black men, I think of Devontae… That fucker beat me up so many times for no reason, and he fucked every girl I ever liked… Fuck, he fucked every girl everyone liked…'

Indeed, how did Jimmy come to become so obsessed with interracial porn so easily when he had avoided it all his life?

That mystery was beyond his understanding.

…Because he was far more invested in pitifully submitting to his urges and jerking off in the bathroom of a college he had just stepped into for the first time!

'Okay, let's see…! Huh? A random titjob with no context?! Oh, shit, the guy's dick is huge…! This is the sort of dick she fucks every day…?! This woman is a complete whore, I knew it…! But wait, something is weird…'

Earlier, she had made a post about ideas for a scripted video that would involve acts with a Black partner.

There was no script. From what Jimmy could tell by the thumbnail – her with her tits around a massive black cock, and already covered in semen – it was nothing more than a spontaneous act of sex with her face blurred for censoring.

The post had a caption that read 'Sorry, everyone, got busy with prayer. No scripted video today'.

There was not a single negative comment on her video. Everyone praised her, in awe for watching her use her tits around a big black cock for the first time on-camera.

On its own, nothing had changed. Hot_Stephy was the same woman she had always been: An unusually wholesome and nice content creator of a porn niche that often involved degrading and humiliating its consumer base as part of its very fetish. She never showed any ruthlessness outside of the scripted content she put out.

Regardless, Jimmy had a weird feeling in the back of his head.

…Why was he thinking so much of his mother…?

'I guess I'm scared of being judged by her.'

He jerked off.

The man on the screen got to cum all over Hot_Stephy's pillowy boobs.

The same thing happened the next day.

Well, not the EXACT same thing.

While Jimmy and Bill were busy at another college campus, Hot_Stephy posted another video.

This time, it was her fucking her Black partner's massive cock with her face. It was a back angle from below with her wearing nothing, leaving her dripping pussy bare for view as she shoved her head back and forth against the hips which she had her arms wrapped around.

"Ghlrgh ! Bhlrgh ! Shlrrrp ! Ghlorgh ! Bhloorgh !" Hot_Stephy LOVED fucking the man's cock with her face. The passion behind each gag and gurgle was clear evidence. The constant ooze and drip of female juices from her pussy made it even more obvious, forming a puddle on the floor.

The only moments in which she was not facefucking his cock were when she stopped to smoke, turning her face partially to the side so the camera did not properly identify her.

Again, there was no script behind the video.

The caption read 'Was too hungry for BBC and cum to film. This will have to be enough for you guys today.'

No one cared; Everyone praised her.

The weird feeling at the back of Jimmy's head grew.

He jerked off.

The Black man on the screen got to cum inside Hot_Stephy's tight, wet throat.

The next day was similar.

Jimmy and Bill were at another college campus when Hot_Stephy posted again.

'Woah… A rimjob…! Ugh, but from this angle…?!'

Hot_Stephy posted a video of her eating her Black partner's ass… But the angle was from the front. The viewer could see her arms wrapped around his legs, and her hands sometimes jerking his glistening cock as it swung up and down in rhythm with her fervent slurping and lapping of his asshole.

Based on how soaked his cock and balls were, she had given them nasty oral service before eating his ass.

"Shlrrrrrrp ! Shluuuurp ! It tastes sho good ! Shloooooorp ! Hah …" She stopped slurping for a moment, turned her face to the side behind his ass, and smoked.

'Damn, she's a heavy user…'

"Okay, led's go… Shluuuuurp… ! Shlrrrrrp… ! Fuuuck … Shlooooorp… !" Hot_Stephy got right back into, massaging his balls with one hand while stroking his curved heavy cock with the other.

The caption of the post read 'Sorry, White boy. This is the best you get to jerk off to today. My Black king deserves a nice rimjob more than you deserve good jerk-off material… But I think you're going to jerk off to it anyway, aren't you, cuck?'

'Ugh… I'm really not a fan of this angle… I'd rather see it from the side… It's hot hearing her do it, and I like seeing her hands moving on his dick, but it's gross to see it from so up-close…' Jimmy was grossed out.

…

He jerked off anyway.

The Black man on the screen got to cum from a rimjob, handjob, and scrotum massage by Hot_Stephy.

The next day was a considerable improvement!

As seemed to happen every day that week, Hot_Stephy posted a video right as Jimmy scouted another campus with his father.

That day's video was much, much more to his liking.

SLUSH…! SLUSH…! SLUSH…!

"Oooh … It's hard, it's hard, it's hard … Uuungh … Fuck … I'm gonna cum again on this divine nigger cock … It's crushing my pussyyyy …" Hot_Stephy straddled her Black partner wearing only a thin white thong, resulting in her puffy pink pussy lips SMASHING his hard thick cock by splurging to the sides as she rocked her hips back and forth.

Nothing above her chest line was shown for the camera to maintain anonymity. Either way, Jimmy did not care.

His eyes were glued to the puddle of pussy juices forming on the Black man's cock, crotch, and abs. Whoever Hot_Stephy was, she was a VERY sexual woman, producing EXCESSIVE natural lubrication with ease. There was so much female juice splurging from the grinding that one might have thought it was oil if not for the live evidence of pussy juice leaking through her tiny thong.

SLUSH…! SLUSH…! SLUSH…!

"Sorry to all you White boys… ! Nghh … Who are still expecting that scripted video… ! Ooooh …! I'm way too busy having fun… ! With my Black king… ! To help you guys get your weak little boy nuts out… ! *Huff…! Puff…!*"

Smoke popped on the screen, coming from the top corner of the camera angle.

'She's always smoking in these videos… It's gotta be pot, right? She's a pretty heavy user, wow… By the way… Why do I feel like I know the background of this video…? It's obviously a bedroom, but I feel like I've seen it before…'

There was no message accompanying today's post.

Hot_Stephy was getting lazy and self-centered with her content creation efforts, immersed in her own interracial fetishism. The comments further reinforced her behavior, praising her no matter what she did. Most relished in the masochism of being neglected and insulted.

'Is there something to sex with Black guys that just makes you rude and sadistic toward White men…? Nah, I'm crazy… This type of woman must be naturally drawn to this sort of thing. I mean, imagine my mom. There's no way she could ever become this type of woman…'

…

'Wait, why am I thinking of Mom all of a sudden-'

SLUSH…! SLUSH…! SLUSH…!

'Ah, whatever!'

He jerked off again.

The man on the screen got to cum multiple times with the juicy stimulation of Hot_Stephy's soaked pussy.

The next day's post was even more aggressive than usual.

'You pussy-free White boy losers get to do shit while I have all the fun with my Black king. Is this what they call the BNWO? Sign me up! Maybe I should get tatted!'

As for the video, it was as unscripted as the prior ones, showcasing once more that she favored getting off over giving her subscribers what was promised several days ago.

This time, it showed her lying on her stomach while her Black partner gave himself an assjob with her CHUNKY, THICK asscheeks, thrusting back and forth within the constraints of her thin thong.

His cock was MASSIVE and GIRTHY, but she had so much flesh on her asscheeks that they were just-barely able to embrace it, thus giving him a clear path for self-pleasuring.

Based on how slippery his cock and her asscheeks were, it was likely that she had sucked him off before they started filming. Either way, he was now enjoying her asscheeks unrestrained, fucking them with the full intent of giving her a backshot.

"Fuck, fuck … That's it, Daddy … You don't have to hold back against your slutty snowbunny's fat white ass … Fuck the shit out of it until you get all your juicy nut out, please, please, please … Ooooh … *Huff… Puff…*" As was characteristic of Hot_Stephy, she smoked while servicing the man – or, in this case, while being used for service.

Today's video was slightly different toward its end, though.

As the man approached orgasmic release – a fact made evident by increased thrusting speed and throbbing – he began…

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"MNGH ! GHNN ! UNGH !" …SLAPPING her asscheeks hard, branding her skin with his large palm. "Fuuuck… ! Yes… ! Show my ass that it's just a toy for your big black cock… ! Mark it with your hand, Daddy… ! Show these White boy losers the sort of fun they can't have… ! Fat asses belong to black kings only… ! They're just a buncha suckers who pay for other men to fuck the pussies they want to have… ! Oooooh …" She came from being harshly dominated.

Hot_Stephy had changed. Not only did she neglect to deliver the content she promised, but also actively insulted subscribers praising her in the comments of her posts – and demanding that they give her more money to make up for jerking off to porn only White losers could enjoy.

Whoever her family was, they must have been pathetic.

'Whatever, I don't care!'

Jimmy jerked off.

The Black man got to hump and slap Hot_Stephy's ass like it was meat for his enjoyment, releasing multiple shots on her back.

Bill was tired of visiting colleges with Jimmy. 'I swear to God, he stops to take a dump every time… Can't he wait until we get home? Geez…'

"Dear, can you take out the trash?" Stephanie asked Bill.

"Yeah, leave it to me."

Bill walked out to take out the trash.

As he walked back home…

"Hey, neighbor!" …His neighbor stopped him.

"Oh, hey, Dave. How are you doing?"

"Pretty good. Uh, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Sorry if this is a bit of a weird question… It's just that Janine is a little worried, and I don't mean to come off as nosy…"

"Yeah?"

"I just wanted to know who that kid who's been coming to visit you guys every day this week is."

"Kid…?"

"Yeah… You know… The disadvantaged one."

"Disadvantaged kid…? What?"

"L-like… You know… Is he, like, a kid you guys are sponsoring…?"

"Dave, I have no idea who you're talking about."

"The… Uh… The Black kid."

"Black kid…? I have no idea, must be one of Jimmy's friends coming over to drop something."

"No, that can't be right. He stays all day-" Dave paused; His eyes widened. "Oooooooh… Oh. Oh…"

"What was that?"

"N-n-nothing…! Hahah… Forget I said anything. Have a good one, Bill!" Dave nervously waved and walked back into his house.

'What a weird interaction.'

Jimmy played on his computer.

KNOCK-KNOCK.

"Yeah? Come in."

"Hey, Son, you got a sec?" It was Bill.

"Yeah, what is it, Dad?"

"Sorry if this is a weird question. Did you have a friend come over this week to drop something for you?"

"Drop something for me?"

"Yeah, a Black kid. Dave just told me about it."

"I got no clue what you're talking about."

"Huh. Well, okay. I'll ask your mom later if I remember. She's in the shower now."

"Sure."

Bill closed the door-

"Oh, one more thing." Bill said.

"Yeah?"

"Have you been smelling something weird coming from our bedroom?"

"Something weird…?"

"Yeah. I've noticed it for a few days now, but I don't know if it's just in my head, and I don't want to burden your mom."

"Again, I have no clue what you're talking about, Dad."

"Okay, well… Keep it to yourself, okay? I really don't wanna burden your mom until I fix the mess I- Ah… Anyway. Have a good one."

"Sure."

Bill closed the door.

…

…

…

'A Black kid…? Weird smell in my parents' bedroom…?'

…

…

…

Jimmy rushed to his parents' bedroom, spurred by an unconscious epiphany that he had not yet fully registered.

The smell was the scent of weed.

Jimmy had never smoked in his life but knew from school.

'Oh, fuck… Oh, there's no way, there's no way…' A surreal idea formed in his head. 'No way, no way, no way…'

He had to prove it wrong at all costs.

For that purpose, he did something intentionally insane and obtuse.

Jimmy rushed into the bathroom, where his mother had just gotten done showering and was cleaning up with a towel.

"Ah! Jimmy?!" She covered herself immediately after he entered.

Jimmy pulled back and shut the door without apologizing.

He had done it intentionally with a distinct purpose: To verify if there were slap marks on his mother's ass.

There were.

It was not Hot_Stephy who had changed.

It was Stephanie.

Stephanie had quickly come to see things Devontae's way.

Why did she care about anyone else when deciding what she wanted to do?

Her husband was a pathetic man who had lost their life savings and now secretly relied on her adulterous self for financial security.

Her subscribers were pitiful White men who jerked off to fetishizing themselves as losers getting humiliated by her. Either that, or White women who wished they could be in her place, having fun with a Black stud.

And God…

…

'…God doesn't have a big black cock …' Stephanie giggled without any trace of guilt.

She rarely felt any when she was high on weed and sexual arousal.

Smoking was very, very fun.

Even more so now that she was twerking naked on Devontae's fat, thick black cock.

"Oooh, Daddy … I love slapping my dripping pussy against your juicy-ass nigger cock …" Stephanie returned to her roots for today's video, filming herself shaking her ass against Devontae's body from a side angle. She had his cock positioned between her meaty thighs so her slit clapped against it as she swung her hips against his muscular abs and crotch.

It felt really, really good.

Stephanie had already orgasmed a couple of times from the friction of her sensitive, dripping folds rubbing and clapping against his hard shaft and tip.

All the while, she huffed and puffed weed, letting her mind delve deeper and deeper into relaxation.

Life had been really good that week.

'Why didn't I do this my whole life…? This is the best… I feel like I wasted my best years doing something really boring… I wanna shake my butt for nigger cocks forever…' She looked down at the huge dick between her legs.

It dripped precum onto the floor as her pussy dripped pussy juice.

…

…What would it feel like inside her…?

Stephanie searched for the reason she had not yet inserted such an appealing cock inside her pussy.

…

The answer came blank.

She was higher than ever, and she still could not see God up there.

…But she could see the huge, hung Black man standing tall behind her, eager to fuck her…

Thus, she casually grabbed his uncut tip and…

SQUELCH…!

"Uuungh … Oh, God … Oh, God, it's fucking thick … This is the fucking best …" …Inserted the tip into her pussy without a second thought.

It was very easy; Smooth; Simple.

Why had she not done so yet?

In fact, why had she not done a great many other things yet?

"Shit, you tight as fuck…! Is this watchu wanna do now, lady? We done with the pasttime shit for yo' videos?"

"Oooh … Fuck my videos… I wanna ride it…" She walked toward the bed – sadly losing the enjoyable penetration – and tapped it. "Lie down for me."

"I wanna see you pull that off." Devontae cooperated, lying on his back. "If you wanna film a sex tape, you can just turn the camera-"

"Fuck that… *Huff…! Puff…!* I don't give a fuck about those cucks… I just wanna fuck this thing…" Stephanie slurred through her words with half-closed hazy eyes.

Perhaps she had smoked too much that day, but it was not her fault. Prior dosages were not having the same effect anymore.

Weed was so fun.

'Hah … So thick …' …But not as fun as what she was about to do.

Stephanie positioned herself with feet spread around Devontae's hips, bent her knees, and…

SQUELCH…!

"Mnghhhhh… !" …Squatted down slowly, sticking the tip of his huge black cock into her soaked pussy.

The sensation of the HARD, GIRTHY, THROBBING glans crushing her soft, wet pussy walls was amazing, making her shake on the spot as she tumbled forward, almost collapsing fully if not for supporting herself with her hands on Devontae's muscular chest.

"You cummin' already, lady?" Devontae chuckled.

"Am I…?" Stephanie had no idea, so she looked at her crotch.

She most certainly was, leaving Devontae's rigid, girthy cock glistening with her juices. Her pussy lips flapped energetically, slapping his shaft so passionately that she could hear it.

…Or was she so high that she was imagining sounds?

That was highly likely. After all, Stephanie did not even realize she had orgasmed until Devontae pointed it out.

…Much like she did not realize she had begun squatting up and down fervently.

SQUELCH…! SQUELCH…! SQUELCH…!

"Oooh… ! Oh, God … Fuck … This is such a beefy cock … This is what sex with big dicks is like… ! *Huff…! Puff…!* No, this is what sex with a big black dick is like… ! Who the fuck wastes their time with White men when you have cocks like these walking around… ? *Huff…! Puff…!* This whole BNWO shit people comment around my page isn't a fetish … That's just destiny as White women wake up … Ooooooh …"

Stephanie played with her nipples as she aggressively moved her hips up and down, forcing her pussy to cope with a cock far too great for its unaccustomed folds – only half of it fit in. Usually, a 'virgin' such as her would require slow and steady stretching to properly take in even that much; Devontae was simply that hung and thick.

However, she was wasted.

SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!

"Ooh ! Nghoh ! Hooh ! Uungh ! Oh, God, oh, God, it's so deeeeep… ! I'm starting to feel iiiit… ! *Huff…! Puff…!* Nghuuuuh… ! Why is it so sensitive outta nowhere… ?! Fuuuuck, I'm really cumming now… ! It's gotten so biiiig… ! Mnghhh… ! Hah… !" Her mind was in such a fog that she repeatedly and aggressively impaled her cervix without realizing it.

"Come on, keep goin', keep goin'. You ain't gonna slow down before you take it all in, right?" Thanks to its surreal size and hardness, there was no pain or struggle for him, able to enjoy the cowgirl show with hands behind his head.

"I'm not slowing down, I'm not slowing down… Oooh … Ghnn … Mnghh …" Stephanie affirmed herself in-between huffs and puff of weed, disregarding the objective loss of momentum in her hip motions. "Why would I slow down…?! This is so fun … I love iiit … I think I'm cumming again … Shit, it's so tight and hot between my legs… ! I'm getting speared in two… !"

"Nah, lady, you slowin' fuck down. Come on, do better." Devontae reached toward her tits with a hand and…

SMACK! SMACK!

…Slapped each sideboob. One with his palm, the other with the backhand.

"NGHH !" The impacts were fierce enough that her back jerked from the pain, quivering in place for a moment. "Hah… ! I'm not slowing doooown … Oooh …" Stephanie gritted her teeth, tensed her face, and sped up as hard as she could.

SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!

"Ooh ! Hooh ! Nghh !" At first, Stephanie succeeded, motioning her hips with the passion and skill of a professional that had gotten her pussy battered by big black cocks her whole life.

SQUELCH…! SQUELCH…! SQUELCH…!

"Uungh… ! Nghh… ! Fuuuck… !" Slowly, her motions once again lost speed, intensity, and focus. Feeling his girthy tip repeatedly dig into her cervix sent quakes of pleasure across her sweaty, strained body.

SQUELCH… SQUELCH… SQUELCH…

"Oooh … Hoooh … Mnghh …" Soon enough, she was back to lazily squatting up and down along half the length of Devontae's oversized black cock; It was as far as she could take it thanks to her cervix obstructing its full size.

There was no way an inexperienced woman like her could maintain enough stamina to thoroughly ride a cock as powerful, girthy, and hard as Devontae's, especially when it dug so intently into her cervix. 'If only it didn't hit so deep in there…! Oooh … I can't … I can't even breathe … Uuuungh … I need to smoke a little more…'

By the time a couple more minutes passed, Stephanie was not even moving anymore, merely staying in place with the massive cock lodged against her cervix while mindlessly smoking weed with a silly wide smile on her face.

It was good enough.

…Being breathless, sweaty, and sluggish with a thick cock deep inside her while she huffed and puffed pot was all she needed to be happy…

…Family and morals did not matter…

…Even her Onlyfans career did not matter…

'I wanna stay like this forever … I'm happy … God, are you watching… ? You can pass my spot in Heaven to someone else, okay…? I'm gonna stay here with this cock up my pussy… Unless you've got black dicks and pot up there… Let me know… Like, text me or something… Heheheh… Heheheheheh… I wanna sit on them… Heheheheheh…'

…

'Actually… Don't text me… I'm better off without you judging me… Life is so much more fun this way… I'm just gonna sit here forever… I don't care anymore if you're disappointed in me, God…'

Stephanie relaxed and basked, letting her head tilt to the side.

There was no longer a purpose to her life other than brainless self-indulging.

…Nothing mattered anymore…

SMACK! SMACK!

"MNGHHH !" She was snapped awake by two more slaps to her tits. "Huh?! What's happening?!"

Her gaze rushed down to meet Devontae's face.

"That's all the meat yo' white pussy gonna take after all that talk?" He was disappointed in her.

'Disappointed…?' Stephanie's eyes widened; Her mouth opened in shock, accidentally letting the blunt slip off her lips.

She was raised to preach, serve, and follow a Christian God.

The past several days had not freed her from those shackles, which were deeply programmed into her very being. Stephanie needed a purpose and greater justification for her actions as much as she needed air to survive.

Her God had simply changed.

…And she only noticed it now that He expressed explicit disappointment in her…

SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!

"Ngh ! Mngh ! Ooh ! Hooh ! Ungh ! Ghnn ! The power of a devout believer was incredible, able to send one's brain haywire with the urge to stay in their deity's good graces.

SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!

"Ghnn ! Mngh ! Hooh ! Nghh ! Ooh ! Uungh !" Stephanie clenched her teeth, frowned her brows, and MAULED her ROUND, MEATY ass up and down PSYCHOTICALLY, bludgeoning her cervix with Devontae's cock as if it were a divine command.

To her, it was.

In that moment, she had true clarity.

The fog in her brain disappeared.

There was nothing more important than getting Devontae's MONSTER black cock past her cervix.

…The dark-skinned muscular God lying on his back demanded it with a smug look…

SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!

Stephanie passionately rearranged her semi-virgin pussy walls with swing after swing, showing no mercy to the hard wall protecting her uterus from penetration. Juices intermittently gushed out of her wet hole, drawn by devoted self-impalement as her pussy walls got crushed by the beefy cock. By now, Devontae's crotch and shaft were PUDDLED with her juices.

How was Stephanie so fervently continuing her motions when so breathless and exhausted?

Divine intervention, of course… And a lot of dildo practice.

PLAP!

Her ass flattened itself against Devontae's muscular legs and lean crotch; Her stomach protruded with a massive bulge; The massive cock disappeared from sight, embraced by tight pussy walls that squirmed with pleasure from being crushed by the hard member.

Stephanie's cervix had abruptly come undone.

Though the moment felt divine and grand to her, the reality behind it was quite mundane.

Pure physics.

"MNGHOOOOOOOOH !!!" Stephanie speared her cervix wide open after dozens of hip-swings, producing a loud wet clap as her THICK, FLESHY ass CRASHED against Devontae's body.

The explanation for that protrusion was also quite mundane.

…Pure physics.

Two bodies could not occupy the same place at the same time.

"NGHUUUUUUUUUUUUUH !!!" …So, one of the 'bodies' had to stretch and reshape itself to accommodate the other 'body', which happened to be an ENORMOUS, HARD black cock.

That was a humongous task when the former body refused to stop clenching from body-quaking orgasmic release, making Stephanie convulse in place and squirt all over Devontae's muscular torso.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!" It was a moment of great chaos for her heart, body, and soul, accompanied by her head throwing itself back, her eyes rolling up, and her tongue shooting out as tears dripped down her face.

Nevertheless, it was followed by the single greatest moment of joy in Stephanie's life.

Once the prolonged squirting orgasm ended and her insides stopped squeezing so desperately, she let her head tilt slightly and bathed in the glory of what she had achieved.

'Are you proud of me, God…?' She asked in her mind.

…

'Wait, why am I asking the ceiling…?' Stephanie moved her eyes down to face Devontae. "Did your fat nigger cock enjoy my womb-hug…?" She asked as pussy juices continuously flowed out of her stuffed pussy.

"Yeah, it did."

"Oh … Oh, wow …" Stephanie learned the main feature of her newest religion: Getting recognized by God.

Praying and preaching without feedback was one thing.

Pleasing God and seeing Him satisfied with her was another.

'Amazing …' Stephanie VASTLY preferred the latter.

That said, the main feature came with a drawback.

"But that's just one balls-deep swing, ain't it? Ain't no nigga bustin' with just that." God could flat-out demand more of her.

"H-heh…?"

"That's aight. I'll take over from here." Devontae shifted their positions around on the bed, putting Stephanie on her back; Then, he shifted her around further, putting her on her stomach; Finally, he raised her ass, keeping it in place by SINKING his fingers into her waist.

"W-wait… Wait, this position- M-maybe we should-"

"I don't care watchu wanna do no more."

Stephanie had about half a second before she absorbed the weight of his statement.

She had no seconds to absorb the weight of what came next.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"OOOH ! NGHOH ! UNGH ! MNGH ! UNGH ! GHNN !" Dozens and dozens of FEROCIOUS thrusts, all ending in FIERCE impacts against her robust rear. His heavy low-hanging sack SWUNG against her sensitive clit, smashing it into orgasmic submission.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"UNGH ! NGHH ! GHNN ! OOOH ! HOOH ! MNGH !" If Stephanie did not have her upper body pressed against the sheets, she would be bouncing back and forth like a weightless toy. Devontae held nothing back on the force applied behind each slam, CRASHING against her ass with the full belief that she could take him – or, perhaps, he did not care.

She would HAVE to take him.

…God wanted her hole…

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"NGHOH ! MNGHOH ! UUGHN ! NGHUUH ! OOOH ! HOOH !" Stephanie's insides SCREAMED and CHURNED in mad pleasure as Devontae's long cock reached deep into her womb, punching and pushing the back of her womb. In less than a minute, it ached and burned from repeated battering.

Amidst animalistic wailing and submissive orgasming, Stephanie wondered how other women could possibly handle Devontae's cock.

She was barely able to – or not able to at all – and she had a VERY thick buffer of meat on her rear.

Was there a secret? Was it a matter of experience?

…Or was there no 'handling'…?

'He's a god… ! It's all about him… ! He calls on whoever he wants… ! Whenever he wants… ! To serve him… !'

As a devout believer, it was her job to blindly follow and serve God through any and all trials, no matter how challenging.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"NGHH ! MGNHOH ! NGHOOH ! MNGHH ! OOOOOH !" Stephanie did a LOT of serving.

Who knew for how long Devontae intended to BRUTALLY pummel her pussy and uterus with his uncut cock, or SMASH her clit with his pendulum-swinging heavy balls?

For all intents and purposes, she had to be ready to take his big black cock for a long, long time. Even if the constant orgasming and squirting helped numb the EXTREME strain on her tense, quaking body, she needed something more to numb it all out.

Her eyes landed on the blunt of weed dropped a moment ago. It was just out of reach.

'Ah… I need it…! Just for a little bit…!' Stephanie reached toward it.

It was a comically slow, excruciation motion. Devontae did not stop shredding her pussy with vicious thrusts. Moreover, being made to orgasm and wail nonstop from having her insides gouged and rearranged turned everything into a challenge.

Right as her hand almost made it to the blunt…

"MNGHHHMM ?!" …Stephanie's world turned dark.

Devontae pressed the back of her head down, sinking her face into the sheets.

She could no longer see or breathe; Just bite and drool.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

'Oh, God… ! Oh, God… ! I can't, I can't, I caaaan't… ! I'm losing my miiiiind... ! Ooooooh… ! Mnghuuh… !' Stephanie struggled with her sanity as greater and greater oxygen deprivation and sexual ecstasy overwhelmed her body.

It was too much for her inexperienced self to handle. If her ass had less of a buffer to take Devontae's powerful thrusts, she would have snapped long ago.

As it turned out, blind faith was outlandishly more challenging than she had been taught her whole life. Going to church every Sunday and following a set of morals that conveniently aligned with general society was nothing.

…Getting her pussy run through without being able to take even a huff of weed was way, way harder…

Nonetheless, the challenging moments were the ones in which one's faith was rewarded the greatest.

Stephanie was soon delivered through her difficult challenge.

"Fuckin'…! Tight hoe…! Take it…!" Devontae grunted, slowing his motions to a half as he buried his cock deep into her uterus, gluing his crotch to her ass and letting go of her head. He rested his fists on the bed in synchrony with her lower body collapsing fully into a prone bone.

God baptized her pussy, rewarding her for her faith.

'Oooooooooooooooooh …' All of Stephanie's panic and tension washed away as the relaxing fluid coated every inch of her womb.

Who needed weed?

…Being bred raw was much, much more paradisal…

"Uuuuungh …" She adjusted her face until it was positioned sideways on the sheets, allowing herself to breathe and drool with half-closed eyes, immersed in the ecstasy of feeling Devontae's cock pulsating each time it pumped a thick, boiling-hot shot of cum into her.

That process lasted a long, long time.

"Ghnnnnn … Mnghhhhh …" Stephanie bathed in the glory.

Was it over?

SMACK!

"GHN !" Her back shuddered from a vicious strike to the ass.

"You ain't expectin' me to get one nut out and be done, right? This pussy way too good for that. You gonna have to take a few more."

God wanted Stephanie to truly serve.

It was okay.

"Fuck the shit out of it …" She was a loyal servant, ready to endure any penance or trial.

That said, God was not just demanding, but also kind and rewarding.

Devontae handed her the blunt and lit it up for her.

"Ooooooh …" Stephanie enjoyed a nice smoke…

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"MNGH ! NGHH ! UNGH ! GHNN ! OOOH ! HOOOH !" …And served all day.

Jimmy spent the entirety of last night skimming through Hot_Stephy's videos, seeking more confirmation that she really was his mother.

Now that he suspected her, it felt so obvious. Nothing had changed about the videos, but he could suddenly recognize her voice, bedroom, and body with comical ease.

'That video from when she first began, where her son talks to her off-camera… That was meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! It was so obviously meeeeeeeeeeee!!!' Jimmy was going crazy from having missed something so obvious.

His mother was a secret interracial pornstar in her free time.

Had she always been a whore who devoted her body to adulterous hardcore sex with Black men?

Did Stephanie think ill of her husband for being an 'inferior White man', as so often teased in her fetishized content?

Jimmy had a really, really hard time believing it, but it had to be true.

…Or so he thought until the next morning.

"Alright, breakfast ready you two handsome fellas. Eat up so you have fun at the campus today. Make sure you really check the place out, okay, Jimmy? I don't want you regretting your pick later. You're a smart kid… You can choose the world!" She pinched his cheek, giggling.

'There's no way…' Jimmy talked himself out of it.

There was no way Stephanie was Hot_Stephy. He could not see it as being true, no matter what.

That day, walking around campus with his dad was hell. All he wanted was to stalk Hot_Stephy's Onlyfans for more evidence.

No video was posted that afternoon. It only went up in the evening, slightly before Jimmy and Bill made it back home.

His mother did not greet them at the door. Instead, she napped in the bedroom, exhausted from the day's chores.

'Or… Maybe she's exhausted from… Khh…'

He rushed to his bedroom to open Hot_Stephy's Onlyfans and check her most recent post.

'What the…' Jimmy was shocked.

It was a three-hour-long video. The post had the text: 'This is what the real BNWO looks like, losers. It's not about teasing your cringy masochism, but about Black kings getting to fuck whenever they want. The video you guys were going to get today was ruined because getting fucked by my bull's BBC mattered more. Get over it and tug to audio.'

The comments loved Hot_Stephy's approach, pushing her toward more and more sadism.

'This can't be my mom… No way… She'd never say this sort of sick shit, or get off to sadism…! Nuh-huh…!' Jimmy remained in denial, opening the video.

There was no video.

Just an empty wall.

Jimmy skipped deeper into the video-

"NGHOH ! OOOH ! HOOH ! UUUUUUUUNGH !!!" Hot_Stephy moaned maniacally off-screen amidst loud bed creaking and wet clapping.

Without a doubt, she was getting the life fucked out of her pussy and fat ass.

…His mother got fucked that madly for three hours while he was out with his dad…?

'She can't be mom… No way, no way…' Jimmy intentionally ignored how similar the wall in the background was to his parents' bedroom. 'I-I'll… I'll watch from the beginning…!'

Jimmy started from the beginning again, hoping to hear something that pointed to his mother or away from her.

Alas, it was a very, very brief quest.

"Oooh… ! Oh, God …" Very, very early on, Hot_Stephy said a keyword that INSTANTLY flared up THOUSANDS of memories in Jimmy's mind.

She was definitely Stephanie.

Jimmy skipped ahead in the video again.

PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP!!!

"MNGHUUUUUH ! FILL ME UP WITH THAT THICK NIGGER CUUUUM… ! OH, GOD, OH, GOD, OH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD !!!"

…She was definitely Stephanie.

'It can't be truuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuue!!!'

Denial was a powerful thing.

That was why Jimmy came up with the craziest plan of his life to prove that his mother was NOT Hot_Stephy the next morning, Sunday.

He texted her Onlyfans saying he knew who she was and that she was to meet him behind the bleachers of his high school or he would expose her to her family. Though it was Sunday, the school was open for some sort of athletic event.

His hope was that using that school as a location would make Hot_Stephy take his demand seriously instead of assuming he was just some deluded fan. Since it was the school her son went to, it would make her believe he truly knew her identity.

…Assuming she really was Stephanie.

'I'm such a fucking coward…! I could have just named her in the DMs but I'm such a fucking pussy…! Ah, but if I'm wrong, it'd be so awkward to randomly bring up my mom's name… What if she screenshots it, mocks me on social media, and it goes viral?! I'd die of shame…! If only her computer wasn't passworded…!'

Excessive denial left Jimmy hesitant to take more confident approaches. Thus, he came up with the mad idea of meeting her in a neutral ground to ascertain her identity.

Oh, God… What am I gonna say if it's really her…?! I don't even know…! I'm supposed to spend Sunday morning in mass at church, not behind the bleachers of my school threatening my mom like a creepy stalker…! I'm such a shithead!'

Jimmy mentally whipped himself over and over again as he waited.

Eventually, he noticed something curious on the ground, mixed with the dirt.

'Huh…? Is that blood? Did someone take a beating here recently…?'

"Yo, White boy." A deep voice called out to him.

"Heh?!" Jimmy looked in its direction.

Then, he looked slightly up to meet the face behind the voice.

Then slightly upper yet, because the face was far higher than his own.

…It was a familiar face too.

"Wh-wh-what are you doing here…?"

"That depends. Watchu' doing here?" Devontae King spoke as disinterested and stoically as ever, looking down at him with a slight scowl.

That man had bullied and beaten Jimmy multiple times throughout his school life, fucking every girl and teacher he ever had a crush on.

It was not a systematic thing meant to specifically humiliate Jimmy. Devontae was simply a piece of shit who bullied anyone without regard and fucked without care… Though he did derive joy from putting weak men like him down.

All that ended when Devontae was expelled from school after a violent assault at the parking lot of a movie theater, which ended with two people dying.

"I-I-I don't know if I know what you-"

"I ain't ever met yo' ass, and I can already tell what type of loser you are. All you White boys the same… Even choosin' the same location. Watchu' doing here?"

"Heh…? U-uh…" Apparently, Jimmy did not stand out in Devontae's memories despite having been the victim of his fist multiple times.

"Fuck, I hate this place, no one ever answers me. Whatever, it don't matter. Learn some manners and quit bein' a creep."

Jimmy had no idea what Devontae was on about, but it did not matter either.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

"Khh! Ghh! Ngh!" He received the worst beatdown of his life.

Blood was added to the dirt.

Jimmy dragged his feet back home in the late morning.

How he did so was a miracle. Not only did every part of his body hurt, but he also had a broken arm, a limping leg, and a very purple eye – plus swollen lips from which blood continuously leaked.

Devontae beat the shit out of him, intentionally breaking his arm. 'I… I need someone to take me to the hospital… Why did he have to break my phone too…? Fucking… Psychopath…'

Jimmy was too shy to ask someone at school to help him – plus, he did not want to explain what he was doing there that day. So, he dragged his feet back home, ignoring the curious eyes of every passerby on the street.

It was humiliating to receive a beatdown from his high school bully now that he was an adult. Jimmy was not only physically broken, but also mentally crushed.

…Like a little kid, he wanted his mom's embrace…

'You gotta be fucking with me… Isn't there a single neighbor home to look out the window and see me like this…? Are all of you dipshits at church…? Someone call Mom for me… Ugh…' Jimmy was forced to drag his feet past every house in the neighborhood – his was one of the last, unfortunately.

Though it was Sunday morning, he knew his mother would be home instead of at church. 'I told her I wouldn't be able to go to mass today because I had made plans with a friend and she didn't mind it that much… I expected a little more pushback, but then she said she also wouldn't be able to go today for some reason… I thought it was because she might be Hot_Stephy and was planning to come meet me, but she never showed up. Does that mean I was wrong? But it's weird for her to not go to mass unless it's a serious thing… Khh, I don't care right now… Someone take me to the hospital… My elbow is killing me…'

Jimmy finally made it to his house's door, ringing the doorbell.

No one answered.

'You've got to be kidding… I know Dad is at church, but Mom's out too?!'

"Jimmy!" A female voice called out from a car pulling into the driveway.

"Mom…"

"Oh my God, Jimmy…!" Stephanie rushed out of the car carrying…

"…Clothing bags…? Huh…? Did you go shopping, Mom…? On Sunday morning…? Instead of going to church…?" Jimmy mumbled.

"Heh?" She put the bags down, blushing. "W-w-well, I found this great store that I really wanted to- N-nevermind that! What happened to you?!"

"Uh… I… Uh… I got mugged… They took my phone…"

"Oh my God…! What about your friend?!"

"My friend…?"

"The one you were going to see?!"

"Oh… We never met, so…"

"Okay, okay, okay…! Let me just put these bags in the bedroom and I'll take you to the hospital right away!'

"Yeah…"

Stephanie opened the door and rushed to the bedroom.

One of the items on her bags partially slipped out: Panties with a black spades symbol ingrained with a white Q within it.

Jimmy had seen enough interracial porn to know what it meant.

'There's no way… There's no way… There's no way…' He ignored it, walking into the house.

Stephanie shouted from her bedroom. "J-just gimme a sec! I gotta, uh… Put these clothes in a few drawers so your dad doesn't accidentally- J-just wait a bit, okay?! Sorry…!"

"Sure… Whatever…" Jimmy was too hazy from the pain to care.

KNOCK-KNOCK.

While his mother was distracted with whatever she was doing, someone knocked on the door.

Jimmy opened it.

No scarier being could have appeared before him at that very moment.

"Yo." It was Devontae again.

"A-ah… Ah…" Jimmy trembled and stuttered right away. 'Wh-why is he here…?! Did he follow me to kill me?! I need to scream for help, but I can't speak…! My voice…! My body…! It's all stiff…!'

"Damn, who hurt you, dude?" Devontae taunted him.

"A-ah… I-I… U-uh…"

"…"

"P-p-p-… A-ah…"

"Aight. Anyway, is yo' mom home?"

"Jimmy, who was it at the door- Devon?!" Stephanie stiffened HARD upon seeing Devontae, smiling so clearly nervously that it would have made Jimmy cringe if he were not so terrified for his life.

"Yo. I gotta talk to ya for a sec."

"C-can it wait? I have to take Jimmy to the hospital."

"Nope. It'll be quick."

"Uhm… Okay…! Okay! L-let's talk in the bedroom, hahahah…" Stephanie gestured for him to come in, which he promptly did, standing beside her. "Just wait here a sec, Jimmy! I'll be right back and then we'll go, okay?"

Jimmy barely registered her words, too distracted by a far more relevant point.

'WHY ARE THEY TALKING LIKE THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?!!!'

Stephanie realized what was going on in Jimmy's mind. "D-Devon is a… A kid I met at church one day. We're gonna talk about… It's a secret! Just wait a sec, okay?! Let's go, Devon…!" She guided him to the bedroom by the hand.

His mother guided the 6'5 massive Black bully by the hand to her bedroom.

The 6'5 enormous man with a huge bulge in his pants was guided to his mother's bedroom by his mother herself.

Stephanie was alone in her bedroom with a violent Black bully who was known for fucking every White girl he met, and for murdering the husband and son of one of the mothers he fucked.

The present situation was read and re-read inside Jimmy's head dozens and dozens of times in the span of a few seconds, trying to make sense of how insane it was.

It did not take much for a very sick interpretation of events to manifest itself.

'…Is he the guy Mom fucks on the side…? Oh, shit, the tattoos on his arm… Is he the guy on her Onlyfans…? This can't be real… It seriously can't be…! There's no way this piece of shit actually went and fucked my mom…! Not MY mom…!'

Of all the people to be his mother's lover, the last one he would want was Devontae, who beat him up at school and joked about fucking his mother and sister – the latter of which did not even exist.

'Wait, wait, wait…! Oh, shit…! Is he going to tell her that I was the guy texting her about knowing her identity?! ANYTHING BUT THAT!'

Stephanie must have sent Devontae to threaten and beat up the man who texted her last night about knowing her real identity and wanting to meet up. Naturally, she had no idea that said man was Jimmy, assuming it was a random blackmailer.

Nothing could be worse than his mother knowing that he was a pervert who jerked off to porn of her and Devontae.

'SHIT…!' Jimmy rushed to the door of Stephanie's bedroom, aiming to eavesdrop whatever went on in there.

"…-Beat his ass up. He ain't gonna bother you no more."

"Really? Oh, thank God… Who was he anyway?"

"I ain't got no clue."

"You didn't ask his name?"

"Nope."

"What did he look like?"

"Hard to tell with the dirt all over his face. Boring-ass White boy as far as I'm concerned."

"Geez… You're such a violent boy!" Stephanie said with a giggle.

Jimmy did not understand what he was listening to. 'He's covering for me…?'

"By the way, did someone beat yo' kid up? You need me to fuck 'em up?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. It was some robber."

"Damn… Can't trust no niggas no more."

"I never said they were Black."

"Oh. Damn, can't even trust my racist nigga ass." Devontae chuckled.

Jimmy got even more confused. 'Does he not REMEMBER me?! He wasn't taunting me at the door?! HE BEAT ME UP HALF AN HOUR AGO AND ALREADY FORGOT MY FACE?!'

"Hey, hey… Didn't you take a photo of him beat up…? Like the other time… ?" Stephanie asked with a sweet voice.

"Shit, I forgot. Didn't realize you was one of them hoes who loves seeing White boys get knocked."

"Liar… You know full well what kind of hoe I am …"

"That's right, I do… What I don't know is watchu doin jerkin' me off instead of spreadin' on the bed."

'H-heh…?" Jimmy recoiled. 'M-Mom's been giving him a handjob this entire time…? Wh-while they talk about beating me up…?'

"But I gotta take my son to the hospital… So, just a couple of nuts, okay ?" Stephanie gave in remarkably easily.

"You'll take as many as I wanna put out."

"Okay … Whatever you want, Daddy … Nut those balls dry inside me …"

There was silence for a few seconds. Perhaps Stephanie was getting nude and adjusting herself on the bed.

"Ah … It's as big as ever … I really wish you had taken a photo of that loser White boy, though… I wanted to think of his broken bones while you cum inside me …"

"I beat him up a little less than yo' robber beat yo' kid up."

"My son…?" Stephanie paused. "Okay … That's a good enough image…"

Jimmy recoiled further. 'Th-thinking of me…? Of me beat up…?'

"Devon, if there's a next time…"

"Yeah?"

"…I don't mind if you hurt them way more."

"Yeah."

Those were the last words Jimmy could hear come out of his mother's mouth.

After that…

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"NGHHMMM ! GHNMMM ! UUUNGHMM !" …It was all Hot_Stephy.

At least until her groans mysteriously disappeared, resulting in nothing but wet clapping and bed creaking coming from the bedroom.

Devontae must have been choking or smothering her violently enough to fully suppress her groans so that Jimmy did not hear anything.

Of course he knew what was happening.

While he waited for urgent medical care, Hot_Stephy got fucked.

…

'Huh…? Wait…' Jimmy checked Onlyfans.

Alas, he was wrong.

BNWO_PAWG_GODDESS got fucked.