Tracking Evil, a Podcast Pt. 03

"Yes... yes." Erica moaned softly, partly in answer, partly in response to his finger inside her.

"Too old to give you eleven hours but bitch I'll get you close. You want that? Eh? Say it" he said.

"I want that, I do."

"Fucking love you innocent types. All buttoned up, repressed and shit." Randal said as he slipped a second finger inside her. "Then you get the taste for cock, you get all wild for it. Just like Kristine did. That you? Another little cock slut in the making? I think you might be."

Randall stopped talking for a short while, he had plenty to say no doubt but for the next minute his tongue was busy as it teased and lapped at Erica's clit. Her pussy was already in the early stages of a climax and he'd only started on her. This was so much better than getting herself off to porn, this was real.

"Look at you." he said as he lifted his head from her crotch, "panting like a bitch in heat and all it took was a couple of fingers in your cunt. Yeah, you in trouble now girl, your dam is fixing to burst and once it goes your life is changed. You want some cock now, eh?"

"Yes, ooh yes." Erica moaned, the word 'cock' edging her closer to cumming.

He pulled his fingers out, licking them clean once more, her juices dampening the edges of his moustache. Randall crouched over her, guiding his hard, black cock to her waiting pussy. He tapped it against the entrance, almost like he was knocking on the door before adding enough pressure to push an inch inside her eager, tight body. Immediately she felt herself pushing her hips forward, looking for more.

"Nah, nah." he said, slapping a palm onto her rising mound. He did it again, harder until she subsided. "Nah, first we gotta make sure we all in the right frame of mind. I hear about college girls and them being forced into situations. That ain't good so lets be sure we understand each other before we get going. Okay?"

"It's okay, its good, just fuck me." Erica moaned.

"I know, I know but believe me. I work for the state and I know all about proper procedures girl."

Erica was so frustrated. Was he teasing her, was he having some sort of senile breakdown? Why wasn't he fucking her?

"So, let's do it then." he continued, "You gonna get this black cock inside you and it's happening bare. And you okay with that because you're a slut. Let's hear it."

"Fuck me bare, I'm a slut I want it bare." Erica surprised herself with the speed of her answer and the emotion in it.

"And you just met me, I'm three times your age, but that's cool coz you loving that black cock, say it for me."

"I don't care how old you are, I just want your black cock... because I'm a slut!" came Erica's strangled, desperate reply.

He began to fuck her, not full length but enough to take the edge off of her need. Erica gasped in pleasure as his thick cock stretched and pushed its way inside her, two inches deep, four, five... opening her up once more. He shifted her further onto the bed, following her movement so as to stay inside her, now kneeling between her legs as he fucked her slow and steady. Randall reached forward, his hand going around Erica's throat, thumb pressed to her jaw to turn her face towards him.

"Now I'm gonna take this old black cock and I'm gonna fuck you deep and hard and I'm not gonna stop till I feel that tight cunt cumming. But first you gonna call me Daddy. Young little bitch like you, opening her legs for me like you are, that says you needing a Black Daddy to give you a little sugar. So now you gonna impress me and then I'm gonna make you cum hard. So, go on. Beg me slut."

Erica had never begged for sex in her life. Begging a guy like this? It was madness, it was a step too far. It was... necessary, because she needed to cum on a cock so bad.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard. I want you to fuck me, be my big black Daddy. Make me cum on your big black cock, fuck me hard, bruise your little peach Black Daddy...oohhh my big black Daddy...fuck, fuck, fuck...uh, uhhhh"

Erica came in seconds. The dirty talk helped but not as much as the speed and vigour Randell showed as he cut loose inside her, cock striking deep and hard, a blur as it shot forward and back. It seemed almost impossible given his age. Erica came a second time just at the thought of how impressive he would have been thirty years ago.

He didn't stop, he didn't slow and Erica felt a third orgasm begin to build. Not slowly as it normally did, she was accelerating towards a climax like never before. His hands gripped her breasts roughly, nipples scouring on his palms as he squeezed them, pulled on them for additional leverage as he ploughed in and out brutally.

"Fuck, uh, uh, uh, uh, fuck me, uh, uh, Daddy, Black Daddy, uh, uh."

"Bruising you now Peach, bruising you, using you. This is... life changing... shit... Peach... you gonna be a... cock slut forever... time we done..." Randell's speech was erratic as he drove forward, his body was slapping against her hard, his grip on her tits hadn't eased at all, Erica felt the third orgasm crest... She threw her arms out wide, welcoming it as she screamed incoherently.

"Arrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhh"

He let her trash on the bed, stopping with his cock half out of her. Randell was sucking in lungsful of air from his heroic efforts. Erica was doing the same, her stomach cramping from the workout the climax had put her through. He pulled out completely and waved his cock at her.

"Your Daddy needs to catch his breath. Come suck me off, time to cum in that peachy cunt later."

Erica forced herself up and began sucking on his length. As always, she found herself sensitive to the tastes and smells of a man when she was in this position. Randell came off as sweaty, given his work that was no surprise, but she didn't care. He had given her the most explosive orgasm of her entire life and some submissive dirty talk was a low price to pay given the reward. She closed her eyes, letting her mind drift slightly as she stroked and sucked on his shiny, black hardness. She kept making excuses and coming up with reasonable explanations for her actions. But she kept getting into these situations. Five times now. What had she and Arlene said. There are no coincidences... time enough to worry about that later.

"Cum for me, I want to taste you, cum in my mouth." Erica moaned around his cock. He pulled on her hair so that his cock pushed deep into her throat, releasing her as she gagged.

"That's right Peach, gonna feed you now, don't you spill a drop." he said. He closed his mouth in a grimace, close now. His nostrils flared as air wheezed in and out rapidly, Erica felt a tremor in his cock, then an unmistakable twitch before the first spurt landed on her tongue. She clamped her lips around the shaft, vacuuming up every single drop of sperm. She broke away, looking up expectantly at his face. 'Fuck' she thought, 'I'm actually seeking his approval now?'

"Good Peach, good girl, good slut." he murmured, running a hand across her face. "Give me a minute, then I will give you what you need." Randal said softly as his heart rate began to return to normal.

Randell walked out of the room while Erica stayed kneeling on the bed trying to gather her thoughts. She considered getting dressed and leaving. She'd definitely had her itch scratched after all but she wanted to listen to his story again to see if there was anything in it that would help. She heard the toilet flush, but she didn't get up to get dressed. She stayed there till Randall returned, hard once more. He said he was going to give her what she needed after all.

She rode him then, first facing him but after a while he told her to ride him facing the other way so he could look at her ass. Erica had two more orgasms as she slid herself up and down his long hard black cock. Two cracking climaxes that had caused her to sink full length onto his shaft as her body convulsed in pleasure.

Then he put her on all fours and fucked her from behind. Slowly at first and then approaching the same speed and power as when he'd initially taken her. He held her long hair in one hand, pulling on it occasionally, pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain.

"This what you wanted Peach? Getting fucked like I fucked Kristine? You like being fucked hard, used?"

"I love... I love it, uh, urrgh, fucking love it." Erica grunted as he treated her body like a toy.

"Fuck yeah, Bitch is literally loving eleven inches, all the bitches do." Randall crowed behind her. Erica shuddered at his words, the spasm growing then as he came inside her, her sixth orgasm triggered by his cock pulsating inside her body as it delivered its hot, copious black baby batter deep inside her.

"I need the bathroom." Erica said after he'd pulled out.

"Second door on the left." Randall said, he pulled her panties off the floor and used them to clean the last snot of cum from the tip of his cock. Erica bit down on her tongue, she was supposed to be a mild mannered nineteen-year-old college student, not a sharp tongued twenty-four-year-old reporter. Instead of letting fly at him, she cupped a hand to her pussy to stop the dribble of sperm escaping and hurried to the bathroom to clean up.

When she finally opened up the bathroom door, she saw Randall was now standing, just visible from the hallway, in the kitchen. He had a bottle of beer in his hand and he raised it towards her.

"Want one?"

"Umm no, no thanks." Erica replied, "I'll, I'll just go get dressed, head on back to town?"

Randall laughed, slapping a hand to his mouth to stop from spitting out the beer he'd just swigged.

"Peach, I said I'd try and help you with your project. Give you what Kristine experienced with me. Remember?"

"Yes, you did, and...you did. Thanks." Erica replied nonplussed.

"Well, we are still aways off eleven hours." he said chortling as he did so. "I can't get you all the way, I told you that. Too old now." He paused dramatically. "So, this guy is gonna help me out."

"Whaaa..." Erica said.

A man came into view behind Randall, also clutching a beer in his hand. He was one of the roadcrew she'd seen earlier in Weaver's. Black, mid-twenties and was already shirtless.

"Now wait a minute..." Erica spluttered, her hands dropping to try hide her nudity.

"Wait a minute what?" Randall said. "Hell, he heard you screaming your brains out when he pulled up to the house. Don't give me none of that..."

He tailed off as the other man raised a hand to cut him off. He lowered his hand and looked at Erica.

"Hey, sorry about that. Look I'm Andre and I'm."

"My sister's boy." Randall interjected.

"Yeah, I'm his nephew, and you're..."

"Peach." Randall supplied.

"Peach, okay" Andre said with a quizzical head bob, "Well look Peach, Randall already told me a bit. You got yourself in a college, getting yourself set up for like, education, then a good job, maybe you got a boyfriend back home or at college with you... it's all good. That's great, I'm happy for you. But see, that's all out there..." He waved a hand towards the front of the house. "What's happening now, that's in here. It's just something you need, according to Randall. You got yourself a need, that's cool. Well, we want to help you with it, that's all. There's no need to get upset, this came as a surprise, I get that. But it's all good."

'This must be how prey feels' Erica thought, 'charmed into silence by a predatory snake, mesmerized.' Still, she kept quiet, listening as Andre spoke.

"You got yourself a need to be educated, so you go to college. It's natural. Now you got a need, a deep sexual need. And so, you got us. Think of this like hands on education. You learn something about yourself and we get the pleasure of teaching you." Andre looked hard at Erica, he sensed he hadn't won her over but at least he'd stifled her complaints for the moment.

"Let me put it to you another way. You're sick, you are burning up with a fever." He slowly pulled at the button fly of his jeans, reaching inside. Erica looked on as he pulled a thick piece of black meat into view. It was still soft but as he held it for her to see, she saw it slowly begin to swell. He gave it a small shake; it grew some more before her eyes.

"This here is gonna make you feel all better." His voice dropped down a few octaves, deepening. Erica immediately thought of the porno she'd watched, King Dom's voice in her ears. "So, take that sweet white body into the bedroom, I'm gonna finish this beer, then I'm gonna come join you, make you all better." Andre replied in a deep base voice that seemed to reverberate around the room.

Erica was walking through the bedroom door before her brain caught up to what she was doing.

She sat on the bed, listening to Randall and Andre's low murmur of conversation. Erica got up, collected her clothes, folding and arranging them neatly, then she sat down again. She could still hear them talking. She waited another minute before her innate agitation kicked in once more, she stood up again, pacing slightly.

'Fuck this shit, I must be insane' she thought. Decision made, she bent down to retrieve her clothes from the floor.

"Yep, Peach definitely suits you." she heard from behind her. Erica stood up quickly, Andre had walked into the room, a fresh unopened bottle of beer in his hands. He'd entered the room in time to see Erica presenting her naked white ass to him as she'd been bent over.

"It's not Peach, it's Erica and I have to go." she replied. Erica put her clothes onto the bed, leaving the soiled panties where they lay. She selected her top from the pile, flapping it out with a flick of her wrists before pulling it over her head. She glanced over at Andre, he was smiling and looking at her. Erica looked away again, pulling her top down over her torso.

"Uncle Randall said you were interviewing him, that true?"

The question made her pause, something in his voice made Erica feel that he was suspicious of her and her motives for being here.

"Yes, for a college project. Local history thing, about a crime he was a victim of a long time ago."

"Uncle Randall, a victim!" Andre snorted with laughter, "Sorry, just never struck me as the victim type. He can be a mean old bastard at times. Hooked me up with a job though so I can't complain. Beer?"

Erica shook her head, she half turned to the bed to pick up her shorts, the 'ping' of the bottle top hitting the wooden floor seemed loud to her in her nervous state. Turning around once more, she felt better facing him than having him at her back, Erica saw that he'd taken his big black cock out once more. Instead of simply opening just the fly on his pants, he'd opened them fully. They hung down now off of his hips, gravity pulling them down still further as she looked. She looked away again, but almost immediately she caught herself peaking at it once again.

Andre began to stroke his cock, acting as if he were indifferent to the effect the action was having, both on his dick and on Erica. As it began to harden, Erica took a step away, finding herself at the side of the bed. She attempted to regain her composure and sat down as if that had been the plan all along. Erica took her shorts in her hands, raising a leg to slip her foot inside. She peeked up once more, Andre had moved to close the gap between them, his cock was now semi erect. It looked like it would be as long as his uncle's if slightly less in diameter.

"Beer?" As he repeated himself, Andre let a trickle of the amber liquid escape the mouth of the bottle. It fell, colliding in a small spray with his cock, running off of the hardening black flesh in tiny little rivulets.

Erica had lost this game, she knew that. So, she decided to lose with good grace.

"I guess one little drink won't hurt me." she said with a mischievous grin.

She lened forward, taking the top part of his cock in one hand, to pull it slightly to one side. Then she bent further in, her tongue teasing forward to lap the remaining droplets from his flesh. As she cleaned the traces of beer from his cock it completed its growth, now fully erect in her clutch. A sudden wetness on her nose caused Erica to flinch slightly before she realised, he had simply spilt more of his beer, the liquid splashing in equal parts on their flesh and on the floor beneath them.

Erica slipped from the bed, slowly sinking to her knees on the wooden floor of the bedroom. Her movements increased in speed, head now twisting this way and that as she ran her mouth across as much of his cock as she could. Her lips skated across the top and sides of it, then she raised it up and proceeded to run her tongue along the underside in a wide licking motion.

"Hell yeah, that feels good." Andre groaned out in pleasure.

She started sucking him off then in earnest, her lips tight around the shaft. Erica drew back until she'd feel the ridge of the glans brushing the inside of her lips, then she'd perform her sword swallowing act, taking as much of his shaft in her mouth and throat up to the point of gagging. Rinse and repeat... rinse and repeat. Andre was using his free hand to stroke her silky brown hair, whispering encouragement to her as she devoured his cock.

"My turn." he finally said, taking a grip of Erica's hair and pulling her free from her labours. She hopped up onto the bed, her denim shorts still hanging off one ankle, her legs spread open.

Andre positioned himself between her legs, his face a bare inch from her pussy. A set of fingers combed across her neatly trimmed pubes, pulling down across her crotch, much as a blind person runs their fingers over a person's face.

"You should shave this off, gorgeous looking pussy like this deserves to strut bare." he remarked. Then he poured a generous slug of beer across her mound, it soaked into her pubic hair and ran down across the lips of her pussy and inner thighs. Andre set out to chase down every morsel of alcohol, his thick soft lips gliding across her skin, pausing only to push briefly but firmly against her flesh in order to clean the skin free of beer. Erica shivered at the sensation, cold beer followed by warm breath and a hot mouth on her sensitive white skin. She tugged at her top, dragging it up and then free of her head.

Another slug of beer, another pleasure filled ramble for Andre's tongue, this time it licked wantonly at her labia as it paused there. Another slug, less volume but delivered higher up, Andre moved to lick the beer from Erica's taut stomach. A fourth dosing of beer, just a splash, higher again, Andre's mouth slurping on the underside of her breasts. A fifth baptism, a sixth and then a seventh, all directed onto Erica's heaving breasts. Andre feasted on them, suckling on beer wet nipples, tonguing alcohol anointed areolas. With each feast he sucked a morsel of her white flesh into his mouth, savouring the taste and texture, as he left tell-tale love bites on Erica's unblemished skin.

The last few drops of beer left in the bottle, Andre sat back on his heels and adopted a dramatic pose. He tipped the bottle so that the beer ran into his open mouth, then he sank back onto of Erica, finding her mouth with his own, sharing with her the beer as he kissed her passionately, her tongue sliding against his as it sought entrance to his mouth.

Erica could feel his cock nudging against her crotch, seeking entry as it butted blindly against her body. Her hands were resting palm down on either side of his face, caressing his cheeks as they continued to kiss deeply. Andre took a hold of her wrists, pulling her hands away and up until they rested on the mattress above her head. He switched grips, holding her arms in place with just one of his hands. Ending the kiss, he orientated himself, his spare hand guiding his cock to the place it had sought, the entrance to her pussy. Erica's legs rose, curling around his hips as he tap, tap, tapped his cock inside. Small prods of the shaft, strong enough to force the head inside before sinking deeper into the hot, firm embrace of her pussy.