Path 3 – Rebecca Keagan / The Proposition Route** **Continuation – Home Visit & Escalation** *(BlacknWhite Continuum – Campus Authority District)*

**Path 3 – Rebecca Keagan / The Proposition Route**

Continuation – Home Visit & Escalation

(BlacknWhite Continuum – Campus Authority District)

(Husband’s name corrected to Bill)

The following Saturday afternoon the sun sat low over the quiet suburban street.

Rebecca Keagan had just finished watering the front plants when she heard the familiar deep voice behind her.

“Mrs. K… whoa. It’s a surprise bumping into you here.”

She spun around. Taylor stood on the sidewalk in a simple white tank and jeans, smiling like they had run into each other by accident. Beside him was an older woman with kind eyes and a small rolling suitcase.

“How are you doing, sir? I’m Taylor, and you must be the husband of my favorite teacher. Hope that you’re treating her right.”

Rebecca’s husband, Bill, blinked in mild confusion and shook the offered hand. “You bet she is, buddy.”

Taylor’s smile widened. “Heh heh. What brings you all the way out here?”

“I decided to bring my grandmother to a park in a nice neighborhood where she can enjoy it in peace. You know… no crime, no drugs, and no sirens.”

Rebecca’s stomach twisted. She knew exactly why he was really here.

Ten minutes later the grandmother was settled on a bench with a magazine. Bill had gone back inside to watch the game. Taylor followed Rebecca into the house under the polite excuse of using the bathroom. The moment the front door closed he pinned her gently but firmly against the wall of the entryway.

“You remember when I told you that I own a website? I want you to work with me on it.”

Rebecca’s eyes went wide. “W… what? But that’s an adult website. I can’t be seen on that. I’ll be fired from my job. I love teaching.”

Taylor’s hand was already sliding down the curve of her ass, squeezing the soft flesh through her jeans.

“Don’t worry. No one will be able to see your face. And I might be able to triple your salary if it works out.”

She swallowed. The memory of the classroom desk, the thick stretch of him, the cash he had left, all rose at once.

“…O… okay, honey.”

“She went to the restroom. She’ll be back soon.”

Taylor’s grin was pure victory. He guided her down the short hallway to the living-room couch. The house was quiet. The television murmured from the other room where Bill sat. Rebecca’s heart hammered as Taylor turned her around, bent her over the arm of the couch, and tugged her jeans and panties down in one motion. The cool air hit her bare ass. She felt exposed, filthy, and already wet.

He freed himself. The heavy length of his cock slapped against the soft cheek of her ass once, twice.

“Oh I’m gonna get there! Here it comes!”

He thrust in to the root in one smooth stroke. Rebecca’s mouth opened in a silent cry. The stretch was just as overwhelming as the first time. Taylor immediately set a hard, steady rhythm, the wet slap of his hips against her thick ass filling the living room.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

“Oh shit! Me too!”

Rebecca’s fingers clawed at the couch cushions. Every thrust drove the air from her lungs. Her heavy breasts swung inside her blouse. She could hear the television in the next room, the low sound of Bill’s voice reacting to the game, and the knowledge made her clench around Taylor’s cock even tighter.

He fucked her through two full orgasms without slowing. When he finally pulled out, a thick rope of cum painted the upper curve of her ass and began to drip down the cleft.

Splort! Splort! Splort!

“URAGHHH!”

Taylor did not stop. He wiped the head of his cock between her cheeks, pushed back inside her still-spasming pussy, and continued the same punishing rhythm. Rebecca’s legs trembled. She could feel every thick pulse of him, every wet slap, every fresh spurt of cum that leaked out around his shaft and ran down her thighs.

“Please! Cum on my big white ass!!!!!”

The words left her mouth before she could stop them. Taylor laughed under his breath and pulled out again. He stroked himself twice and painted her ass with another heavy load, watching the white streaks run over the soft, jiggling flesh.

“You want me to shoot it in this tight pussy? Or on your face?”

“N… no! I’m not on the pill! And I don’t want it on my face.”

“(GRUNT!) Then the fuck do you want it?”

“Uhh… O… On… Nuagh!… my b… butt.”

He gave her exactly that. Another thick rope landed across both cheeks. Rebecca’s face burned with shame and heat. Her ass was covered. Her pussy was still dripping. And she had just begged for it.

Taylor finally stepped back, breathing evenly, and tucked himself away like nothing had happened. He counted out another thick fold of cash and set it on the coffee table.

“Same arrangement. Triple the usual. Keep that big white ass ready. I’ll text you the next filming day.”

He left through the front door with a polite wave to Bill and the grandmother as though he had only stopped by to say hello.

Rebecca stayed bent over the arm of the couch for a long time, jeans around her knees, ass shiny with cum, the money sitting a few feet away. Her body still twitched with aftershocks. From the next room she could hear Bill laugh at something on the television. From outside she could hear Taylor’s grandmother thanking him for the nice walk.

She slowly pushed herself upright, pulled her clothes back into place, and stared at the cash.

What have I gotten myself into…

The Proposition Route had left the classroom.

It had come home.

And it was only getting deeper.

Branch choices remain the same (husband’s name is now Bill in all future continuations):

1. First official “filming” session at Taylor’s place – full video, multiple positions, heavier demands.

2. Rebecca tries to stop; Taylor escalates with the threat of the existing footage.

3. Bill begins to notice the new money and the marks on her body.

4. Taylor brings a second man to the next session.

Tell me which branch you want expanded next.