After seeing Becky with her two 'friends' I decided to buy a surveillance system. Thank God for warehouse club. When I went on line I found that not only could I set cameras in every room; I could do it wirelessly and on the cheap. I could even spring for an upgrade in resolution. They had the whole thing at the warehouse on my way home from work.
I told Laurie that I was working late. I unloaded everything onto my workbench and brought in each piece one at a time. One piece is easier to explain away or hide than an entire system. I took most of the night to mount and configure the motion detector and eight cameras. This particular system came with an app that would allow me to watch and control the camera settings through the internet; a nice addition since I couldn't take any time off work.
I tested the system's basic functionality by watching my dog prowl from room to room and saw Laurie sitting in the dining room poring over paperwork from her office. Then, after Laurie and Becky went to bed, I went into the garage and enabled the "Alert" mode. I closed the website and called the dog. Just as he pushed through the door an email popped up on my computer. I clicked on it and watched in real time our dog hunt through each room for any food that may have been dropped on the floor. I didn't get to bed until two in the morning.
I laid on my back and listened to Laurie for most of the night. Even though I had only gotten a couple hours of sleep, I was up with Laurie's alarm. I immediately went downstairs, let the dog out and while I was getting his food ready I double checked all of the cameras. These were nothing like the surveillance cameras you might see in the mall. These were small and discrete and not meant to be seen. The living room had three cameras, one at the top of the entertainment center, one on top of the bookcase and the other was in the planter by the door in the foyer. There were two more in the kitchen, one in the dining room and two in the basement.
I had checked all of the cameras by the time Laurie came into the kitchen. They were well hidden but Laurie would spot them as soon as she sat down, so I made plans to remove them after work. I didn't have to worry about Becky; she'd be too busy to notice. Laurie left first, and since I normally left a couple of minutes after her, I took that time to open my laptop and check the URL for the web service. After entering my product information and creating the log-in credentials, I got a very clear image of each room. I only had to adjust the kitchen camera; all of the others caught their areas perfectly. Through my laptop speakers I could hear the click of the dog's nails on the wood floor as I watched him walk from room to room.
At around 10:00 AM while I was sitting at my desk with my laptop with the air card plugged in an email flashed on the screen. I made myself take a few moments and just breath before I clicked on the link. It automatically opened with the tripped camera. I was looking at the empty living room. There was no contrast. Everything was washed out by the sunlight flooding through the open door. I switched over to the view from the foyer.
Suddenly, a thick baritone filled my office with "Oh, Hell yeah." I couldn't get to the volume control fast enough because, there was the sound of a loud exhale and then "And to think, I thought that old fucker was lying."
The screen was filled with Becky's profile. A large black hand was holding back her hair and her mouth was full of a huge black cock. She was looking up into his face as he masturbated in her mouth. After a couple of minutes of bobbing her head up and down she cradled his balls with her left hand as she lovingly bathed his shaft with her wet tongue. She licked it slowly through a wide open smile. Each long deliberate stroke brought a deep sigh from the overweight black man sitting in front of her. His ashy knees were spread wide with his ponderous belly hanging just above the gray thatch of kinky pubic hair that had the object of my stepdaughter's affection sprouting out of it. She bathed his cock and balls with her pink tongue and soft red lips all the while moaning like a woman on the verge of an orgasm.
Becky's hand was planted at the base of the thick black cock. Her small white hand was dwarfed by the thick meat she was pleasuring. Occasionally, she let the pointed uncircumcised head pop from her mouth and would stare at it for a moment before kissing and licking its length. It was while she was kissing the shaft that the black man began his lewd monologue.
"You love being a slut." The statement was made in the same way he would have noted Becky's hair color. Then, when Becky tried to answer he commanded, "don't stop, I know the truth, you don't need to tell me. Not right now anyway. You're slutting on my cock; making it all wet and ready. Shit girl, I didn't even have to tell you to suck it. Yeah, my cock in your beautiful little mouth is like a hand in a glove. It's just where is should be."
Becky fell into a slow even rhythm. Her left hand was firmly holding the black man's huge cock so she could rock her whole body forward and accept its length into her throat. Like a puppy anticipating its next command, Becky's gaze stayed upward toward his face. She leaned forward and held herself tightly against his groin. The entire monster was inside her mouth and down her throat. She held her position while extending her throat to stimulate the underside of his cock. He groaned and she redoubled her efforts. I noticed her right hand. I had assumed she was using it to steady herself but no; she had the two middle fingers of her right hand buried deep in her pussy while her thumb rubbed her clit.
Suddenly, he wrapped a hand around her throat and tightened his grip. Becky stopped rocking. Slowly he extirpated his cock from my stepdaughter's throat. Becky inhaled loudly when the shiny, pointed tip finally came into view. After a few more loud gasps, Becky assumed the position for her mating. She was face down with her shoulders resting on the floor and her knees spread wide with her ass high up in the air.
His black body was mostly out of camera shot, but, two deep thuds resonated through my speakers as he positioned himself behind her. I could only see his thick black arms and hands holding Becky's young white body in place. I could see his grip tighten on her hips and then Becky surge forward. To keep from toppling over, she put one hand on the bench in front of her and the other out farther on the floor. The result was that her tits swayed with each of his hard thrusts. Then, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up off the floor. She scrambled to get her arms under herself. Instead of pulling away from the savage she pressed her soft ass back against him and yelled with a voice tinged with fear and arousal.
"Fuck me. Come on, you know you've wanted to, so come on and do it. Fuck me hard." She yelled at the black man who was violently screwing her on the floor in my foyer.
"Now that's right. Baby you need to remember this. Your love for black cock aint ever going to be satisfied. Remember my cock when you get to work and some white boy gets you drunk and beds you down. When his cock doesn't fill you like mine, when his cock shoots his cum into you and it don't go anywhere. Then, remember me, cause I'm going to shoot my load deep inside you. It will never come out." Becky began to moan. It was a constant hiss like tea pot on low boil. He picked up his the tempo of their mating and the lewdness of his diatribe increased.
"You could have called this quits at any time, bitch. But you like it. Fuck, you love Getting black cock in your family's house while they out working for your future. Keeping your new career; that's just an excuse. Isn't it bitch?"
When Becky didn't answer he shoved himself hard against her and flopped himself over her so his ponderous belly was laying on her back. He repeated his question but this time his thrusts were slower but pressed farther and he lingered longer with his cock completely buried in her womb.
Becky got the message and replied through clenched teeth. "I'm bad. Oh God, I'm so bad."
Becky was in some world of her own and he knew more about it than I did. "Yeah, you a bad girl. You're a nasty little slut." he affirmed with a hoarse whisper.
"It feels great to be bad. You make me so happy, baby, when you're bad. I love it, and right now, you are so bad." His accusation came in a thick monotone whisper.
I couldn't hear Becky's whispered response, but her obese black lover certainly did; his demeanor changed, he lifted himself up so he was once again fucking her doggy style. His left hand gripped my stepdaughter around the waist while his right pulled a thick handle of her hair.
"Ah fuck, I love this sloppy pussy. Fuck. Fuck, bitch, you got a good pussy. A damn good pussy; I'm going to fuck this again. You hear that? I'm going to fuck this again."
"It's yours baby." Becky said breathily. Her eyes were half closed and her lips hung slack as her body was pushed forward by his cock and pulled back by his thick black hands. Her big breasts were rocking back and forth and her pink nipples were small swollen points.
