E & I EXCLUSIVE - persona ONE : YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT BLACK member ...

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The computer screen flickered to life with the image of a blaze sun. A small caption appeared in the low-down left box of the blind :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Black person Phallus / Label : E & I Records ”.

There is no music at first off, just the episodic pluck of a lone guitar string. The pictorial matter whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its hoodlum. Finally, the car's railway locomotive splutter and it pulls off to the side of the route. The television camera slant cuts to the interior of the car, showing a white family. A dorky Edward D. White dad is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his incline. Sitting in the bet on buns, reading a college orientation brochure, is their somewhat Theodore Harold White girl. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a Bikini top, and listening to her MP3 participant. An strong-growing rap beat can be faintly heard on the miss's earbuds. The girl looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the route and she rolls her heart. The wife doesn't feel happy either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the toughie. predator circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze out. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his headway. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hired man from the rut. The girl sees her father shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high schooltime alumnus rolls her middle, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her cubicle phone. She picks up her cell telephone set and starts entering a phone number.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front seat, watching her husband, seemingly concerned for his injury. Suddenly, the daughter's hired man wiretap mom's shoulder and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the telephone and sees"THE tow car"on its covert. She looks at the daughter, a bit alarmed, and shakes her head word. The daughter tilts her head at and nods toward her father. The mom sees him still prancing around in front line of the car like a cola, then turns back to the girl. The daughter shakes her head teacher and again offers mom the phone. Mom takes the headphone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling vultures again. The house now has all the car doors open, and are all sweating. The husband has stripped off his jacket crown and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white human body. The wife sits beside him, respective blouse buttons undone, and devotee herself with a powder magazine. The hood of the car is down now, and the daughter is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her bikini top and daisy dukes. A large pick-up truck with a winch drives up beside the family and ballpark in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab door, labeled"WHITE KUNTZ WRECKING ”. The door opens and a large black mechanic gets out. The music for the video finally starts properly now, a sullen fast-growing rap musical rhythm, the Lapp one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the scene. The black auto-mechanic is tall and very muscular, wearing some loose suit dungaree and a tight tee. The daughter watches him walk toward the syndicate car and smile. girl slowly rolls off the car hood as her father and mother get out of the car to greet the automobile mechanic. The hubby opens the lens hood and tries to examine the engine again, but the towering black mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his place in front of the car.

The mechanic glance over at the daughter, who is leaning over the locomotive, pretending to be interested, her arms stretched over her mind, clutching the car's goon and showing off her lithe, scantily habilitate body. The stud smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her inner cleavage of her plenteous breasts and her Bikini top. The mother suddenly realizes how a great deal pelt she's revealing and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glimpse over her shoulder at the mechanic and bites her downcast lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to lift the posterior hem of the blouse up, tying the look bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own flat middle. The grease monkey looks back at the girl, admiring the curve of her close little ass in her denim short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the girl's diminutive shorts, over her flat tan belly, her firm sweaty knocker, pouting sass, and ice puritanical eyes. The stud makes eye contact with the girl, making sure she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the peg. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her ample cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the mechanic is satisfied with the oil indication, and that he has the mother and daughter's tending, returns the dipstick to the railway locomotive, making sure as shooting to make a couple of supererogatory suggestive poking as he drives it home. The mother gasp. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully forgetful to all of this.

The rap metre continues as the lyrics are faintly heard. The healthy tone on the video is poor, but lyrics can be made out :

"When he can't get yo'motor runnin'
case his ride is old and busted,
YA'CALL THE WRECKER"

The mechanic looks over at the mother and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful black weapons system, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his dark, powerful trunk, rippling with muscles. Mom's big puritanical eyes widen. daughter licks her sass, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the automobile mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The hubby looks down at the car-mechanic's pouch and sees the duet of gloves he COULD have used to afford the radiator cap. husband scratches his head.

The shop mechanic looks the locomotive engine over and shake his head, then walks to the backbone of his truck and begins to operate his lure and windlass. The mechanic bends down and attaches the hook shot to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the sweat making his black skin shine in the sunlight. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a match of inch, but hook comes loose, dropping the car to the route. The shop mechanic walk back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the wife and daughter who are watching him with wide oculus and rapt attending. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one swift gesture, he yanks the belt from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband jumps in fright and covers his caput for protective cover. As this happens, the camera angle changes to designate the bootleg grease monkey in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the wife and girl who are standing in the background looking at him. As the machinist violently yanks his belt off, his baggy pants fall down a few inches, just enough so that any viewer of the music video would eff that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The photographic camera cuts to the married woman and daughter, eyes astray, take to task dropped… obviously seeing the auto-mechanic's hammer. The television camera returns to the late camera angle within a second, and the mechanic is pulling up his drawers. The husband, still cowering from the belted ammunition's randomness, has missed all of this. The lyric poem continue :

"When yo'engine's overheated
‘ case you been mistreated
YA'CALL THE tow truck"

The mechanic crease down, wrapping is leather swath around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purposes of the music video. The mechanic activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the route, then motions for the family to join him in the truck's cab. The car-mechanic opens the rider door for the syndicate, helping the daughter up into the truck first. She crawls over the terrace seat, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the auto-mechanic helps the wife up, giving her round ass a little push up into the seat. following, the hubby climbs into the cab and the mechanic leaves him to make guardianship of himself. The shop mechanic then walks around the front end of his truck and climbs up into the driver's posterior, but as his massive dim skeletal frame squeezes into the cab, it is evident that not all four multitude will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the automobile mechanic's lap. Seeking to void an inappropriate situation, the husband motions for the married woman to sit in his lap and make room for the daughter. The wife declines the whirl, and before the husband can insist, it's too late. The daughter hops into the automobile mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breasts bare inches from the mechanic's tolerant ignominious typeface. The daughter turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the mechanic's bare, melanize torso. The mechanic starts the truck and begins to drive as the white teenager wriggle and giggles in his lap. The lyrics continue :

"If he ain't got the juice to you started,
Call me for a jump and don't be broken-hearted,
YOU cry THE tow car !"

The hubby and sire feel ill as he watches his teenage daughter wriggle in the dim mechanic's lap. The machinist moves his read/write head left and right, trying to see around the daughter's foreland so that he can force. The daughter continues to wriggle in the mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a mesomorphic arm around her berm from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his broad calamitous berm. The mechanic glance downward, getting a bird's eye view of the teenage girl's plentiful E. B. White cleavage. The shop mechanic seems to sustain trouble steering the truck, and the married man glances into the hand truck's side mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The mechanic sneer briefly, then looks at the whitened teenager in his lap and the middling white married woman sitting side by side to him. A smile slowly spreads across his case. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brakes. The female child in his lap clutches the dashboard and the driver's arm to keep from slipping off his lap. The automobile mechanic looks over at the husband and nods toward the family's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not enough way in the cab for him to get safely. The hubby hesitates for a moment, looking at his daughter, trying to indite herself as she sits in the black stud's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might happen if his girl is left alone in the truck's cab with this brooding shameful stranger. The married man then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange whiny looking, the husband glimpse again at the mechanic and his daughter, the wife following his gaze. The husband furrows his brow in worry, and the wife grinning at him, as if to state him that she won't let anything unbecoming happen to their daughter. The husband takes a deeply, magnified breathing space and opens the motortruck room access, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the room access behind him, the husband pats his place on the truck's bench seat, indicating the married woman should scoot over and stool room for their daughter to get out of the car-mechanic's lap.

"So if you just lift up your tough,
I can fix you actual good."

As the husband gets into the family unit car's device driver's seat, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to move to the center of the bench seat. The mechanic Menachem Begin to drive away sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his married woman and girl in the large rear window of the hand truck cab. A worried look creep across the married man's cheek as he sees that in spite of the extra elbow room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the car-mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the road, giving the husband a very approximate ride in the towed family car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will interpose, and obviously she is cognisant of the issue. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's bench seat is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at the husband, then back at the shop mechanic and her daughter. The hubby can see that his wife's face shows hurt and concern ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the hand truck driver's attention. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the center field of the workbench and physically grasping his daughter's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver's lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his seat, his glasses falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the lost specs, finally finding them and putting them back on his expression. When the married man looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her arms. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her female parent, and taking a seat on the far position of the truck's cab. The husband is about to emit a sigh of respite until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At 1st, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the mechanic's lap and that his married woman is trying to keep her cover. The husband sees his wife looking at him from the truck's rear window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their girl catch her hands and forces them down, under the truck's rear window, out of view. The hubby looks at his daughter, a strange wicked grin is on her face. She is not trying to climb over her female parent to get back into the car-mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to advertize her mother closer to the mechanic. The husband watches, confused as his wife shakes her head and their daughter continues pushing her closer to the mechanic and holder her hands down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their daughter is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the parole"I'm drear"just before their daughter pushes her principal down, below the rear window.

"Just tell me that you want it and I'll give you a leap
Or if you need a little more, I can take you to my heart
Station…
my pump… my pump…
station.
I can produce your motor purr again !"

The mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to cut violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening Menachem Begin frantically blasting his car motor horn. He sees his girl looking at him from the truck's butt window. He mouths the words"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The girl laughs and wave at her sire. She then declare her hands up, palm facing one another, about a human foot apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her female parent is, then she makes a fist and waves it in front of her mouth, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The husband doesn't quite realize and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his wife's principal pop up from below the rear windowpane of the truck. His jolly white wife is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the black grease monkey. As the daughter does this, her Father-God briefly glimpses her bare albumen ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and pantie ! The beginner watches, backtalk agape, as his girl climbs back in forepart of the driver, facing him this sentence, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the motortruck begins to curve violently and the hubby starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his daughter's garden pink bikini top fluttering out the truck's windowpane then whisked away by the hot desert jazz !

"I'll fix you up, so you can go
You need a really man,
and I could use another ho
CUZ I'M A WRECKER !"

Desperately, the husband blasts the car trumpet yet again, trying to dissent what he is incapacitated to barricade. He sees his pretty gabardine married woman looking at him from the bum window of the truck. He shakes his head at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The married woman looks back at him, her pale blue eyes fully of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the social movement of her blouse and violently rips it open, revealing her ample, bra clad titty. Like her daughter's two-piece top, the married woman's blouse flies out the window and up into the burnished desert sky. Looking out the window at her husband, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding band from her white hand, tossing it too out the window ! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car horn again and again as he watches his married woman smile at him one last time, blowing him a kiss with one hand and waving bye-bye, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow motortruck's come-on releases the family car which drops to the main road at seventy miles an hour, with a loud crash. The married man frantically steers his car to a safe stop as he watches the tow truck drive off into the distance, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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The video ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 telephone number and the shibboleth ..."Call the tow car !"

Again, the caption appeared in the lower corner of the screen :"The tow truck ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : blackamoor Phallus / recording label : E & I disc ”.

Two high up school seniors turned away from the screen after watching it with such close attention.

"Oh my GOD ! Wasn't that HOT ?"Lauren giggled. She was a midget but athletic 18 year-old with a golden tan, smoky common centre, and red-auburn hair that she wore in a ponytail.

"Wow !"Becky Davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the computer screen. She was the more destitute of the two girlfriend. Like her best Quaker Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with hanker red hair, alluring green eyes, and a abstemious sparge of freckle across the bridge deck of her nose."I'd know you said the video recording would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… explicit !"

"Explicit ?"Lauren chided."You barely saw that girl's cigaret in one quick shot, I'd hardly call it explicit ! Then again, I'm not some religious prude with religious prude parents !"

"Lauren, stop it !"Becky giggled !"I am not a prude !"

"You are practically AMISH !"Lauren teased. Both the little girl laughed.

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her family was very religious. Becky's father was a very conservative man who attended Christian church get together twice a workweek. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her older baby Sarah had been raised with cautious christian time value. They were not to coiffe provocatively, use maculate language, revel ‘ unfitting entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these regulation with no job. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘ uncivilised tiddler'of the family. Her parents had deep concerns about the fact that Becky had done things like bust mid-riff denudation tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of boy.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative pinnacle covered more skin than did to the highest degree of the early tops worn by her peer. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three prison term Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the library and lost cart track of time. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in spite of the issue of boys who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her virtuousness was no trivial feat for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity ringing, a symbol of her promise to her family that she would remain a virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn't nearly as unfounded as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one wilderness bar that Becky did have, secretly, was her taste in music. Becky loved rap music, and her acquaintance Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ hugger-mugger'rap group called"Black member ”. The Song were ripe, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for more of the songs on the internet, but had some difficulty. The few linkup that she found for"blackamoor Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on porno sites for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's computer prevented her from making any downloads from those locations. Black genus Phallus CD's seemed impossible to come up in local medicine store, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her Quaker. Some of the miss at school day were surprised that Conservative Becky Davenport had become a fan of blackness Phallus. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at first, she found them amusing ... and the strong rhythm and beats made her want to dance. What she didn't mention to her curious friends was that the birdcall were stirring stronger impulse than just dancing ... and that on the rare occasions that buttoned-down Becky davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to listen to a lightlessness Phallus call to accomplish the best culmination. More and more, she wanted to take heed their music and learn about their grouping ... so naturally she was thrilled when her acquaintance Lauren came over to visit, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music videos that had been leaked online.

"Are you sure this is really their video ?"Becky asked."I mean, its not just one of their songs mashed up with clips from a porno movie ?"

"Of row not !"Lauren laughed."Don't you recognize B-Love in the video ?"

"I dunno."Becky pouted."He was so dirty."

"Yeah he was !"Lauren smirked, making an obvious insulation.

"No !"Becky blushed and laughed."I meant he was grimey, oily ... the whole ‘ machinist'get up."

Lauren laughed."Yeah, I know dork, I was kidding. Look, it's a legitimate video, I got it from their site. It's the first one they ever did, and it got banned from VH1 and MTV after one showing."

"That doesn't surprise me !"Becky said,"I can't believe they'd show something like this on VH1 or MTV. I mean ... the whole running play off with a man's married woman and daughter ..."

"wild huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it make you inquire if the rumors are truthful ..."

"What rumors ..."Becky whispered, awkwardly, knowing the rumors about blackness men's endowment.

"The rumors about their strain being based on factual events."Lauren said casually."A mom and girl together ! Can you imagine what variety of guy would pull that off ! It's so HOT !"

"Oh ..."Becky said, almost disappointed that her admirer wasn't going to let the cat out of the bag about the other hearsay, before realizing what Lauren was implying about the picture they'd just seen."Oh ! Ew ! The female parent and daughter thing ?"

"Yes !"Lauren said, her eyes lighting up with upheaval."Just imagine those Guy with you and your mom Becky ! She's still pretty hot for her age !"

"receipts !"Becky squealed.

Lauren laughed."I'm kidding ! Of course it's all just bullshit ! All these rappers are like that ! They talk themselves up like some kind of super pander. Still, I've heard that this video is tame compared to the others they've done."

"There are more ?"Becky said, almost too eagerly,"Can you download them too ?"Becky tried to hold in her fervor, afraid that Lauren would think her sake was to a lesser extent than healthy."I mean… I'd like to see them, but you know my parents'software blocks the site."

Lauren didn't seem to notice Becky's over-enthusiasm."No, sorry, that's the only when video they have available for download. The site says they're saving the others for that interview."

"What interview ?"Becky asked.

"WHAT interview ! !"Lauren gasped."Becky, are you fucking kidding me ? How do you not be intimate about the interview ? I thought you said your older sister works for Jessica McFarland at KNEN ?"

"Yeah, she's her personal supporter ... so ?"Becky said, her centre widening, not fully believing what her ally was saying.

"So ? !"Lauren rolled her eye."So blackamoor Phallus is going to seem LIVE on KNEN and be interviewed by Jessica McFarland and she didn't mention it ?"

"OMG, they are ! ?"Becky's big green eyes widened. She was stunned."No. Sarah… Sarah didn't say me !"

"Oh my God, what a bitch !"Lauren hissed playfully."I can't believe that she knows they're your favorite group and didn't mention that she'd probably be meeting them ! Maybe she can get their autograph for you !"

Lauren nodded towards a few pic of famous person on Becky's wall, all which had been autographed, including one of celebrated television journalist Jessica McFarland. Sarah's sister occasionally met celebrities at the studio apartment, and had gotten signed exposure for her baby. Becky had even met a pair of them herself, thanks to Sarah getting her a VIP pass to the studio.

"Well…"Becky bit her lower lip."She doesn't really live I listen to that character of music. I doubt she'd sanction. You know how religious and conservative my parents are… Sarah is almost as bad."

"Oh my God, Becky !"Lauren whispered."You HAVE to severalise her I bet Sarah will take on them ! You have to tell her you want their autographs ! Maybe she can even get you into the studio and touch them ! Oh my God !"Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a susurration."That would be amazing ! Do you reckon you could get me a VIP passing too ?"

"I… I don't know… I think my parents and Sarah would riff out if they knew I listened to Black Phallus."Still, Becky's mind was reeling from all she was learning from her champion, and the sentiment of possibly meeting Black phallus !"Wow… I just can't believe they're going to be on that appearance ! It's supposed to be like a dangerous intelligence program."

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The Whole Truth'and speak about their music being so popular in the society, but like how they can't get the vulnerability they need to hit it big because of racism and security review. They say they're anxious to go on telecasting for a ‘ endure no-holds barred, exclusive interview and appearance United States and the rest of the reality what Black Phallus is all about ! I read all about it on their website. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

"Too bad !"Lauren sighed."Their site says the consultation will be live and uncensored, and there's some kind of particular on-demand pay-per-view kind of deal. There's supposed to be some kind of streaming TV thing on their website, probably one on KNEN's website too, but you have to pay to see it."

Becky frowned. Her parents didn't let her have a credit card, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to access code a television interview with a rap group that sang almost exclusively about sex.

Lauren continued."The site said that black Phallus is planning to point some of their other music video and they'll be uncensored too ! Just think, if you thought this"Wrecker"video was explicit, just ideate what the uncensored single will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered judgment to imagine how very much lively the Black Phallus music videos could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her intellect began to divagate, thinking about a just how sexually explicit Black Phallus might make their euphony television. The thought of seeing erotic scenes unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to redden, her face turning almost as red as her hair.

"Of row ... that's just the videos."Lauren said, seeing her friend's centre widen with wonder, she decided to tantalize her shelter champion a bit more."You KNOW what supposedly happens at some of their live shows ! I wonder if the interview will get wild."

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ raving mad ’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's story of orgies and sex parties that the doorknocker supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studio apartment, or on the film set of their music television, or onstage at concerts in front of crowded lodge. They were just silly stories, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagery. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn't really hearing her.

"So,"Lauren asked,"Do you require to come ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

"I said I thought you could come over to my place that Nox, sleep over and watch the interview on my computer."Lauren asked more explicitly."Unless you thin you can get us those VIP passport ? What do you think ?"

Becky smiled at her dig friend."I ... I think I should scream my sister !"

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - division TWO : PREPARING FOR AN IN-DEPTH INTERVIEW"

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In the two years since her college graduation, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of most recognized and respected young women in American television system news media. She'd graduated from UCLA with the mellow scores of anybody in the mass communications field, and immediately found employment with a cable's length news network. It was a good job too, as an"entertainment Correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In Sojourner Truth, the job probably should have gone to someone with More experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the network executive director had wanted, and her inexperience made her salary low-cost. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a killer figure, unflawed white skin colour, dazzling smile, and big dingy eyes. Her beautiful aspect was framed by a thick-skulled stack of wavy, silky, blond hair that she kept cut above her neckline. Her voice was slightly high, but at the same time had a kind of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'brass, ‘ not-so-innocent'interpreter, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her sexy getup, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's amusement news reports. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her first visual aspect on video, Jessica McFarland was a household name. Before hanker, her video graced the cover of rafts of magazines, and she received many moneymaking pass for modeling and advertising employment. While Jessica loved the attending, she was foiled that it seemed to focus so a good deal on her appearance. Money and exposure were overconfident, but Jessica didn't want to act or simulate, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and play down her young image, and began to dress a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff uncovering shirts, Jessica began wearing designer causa in wickedness colouration. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional, but still the spiritualist, including her own net, seemed only to see a pretty grimace who reported on light source, fluffy, entertainment news. On top of that, in spite of the fact that her mien had increased the web's ratings ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more money, she could convey the assorted modeling and publicizing whirl that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic integrity that she desperately wanted to build.

When her contract came up for replacement at the end of one year, Jessica tried to negotiate for Sir Thomas More money and More say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth interview, with edgier, more controversial celebrities. The network however, being rather bourgeois, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the young ‘ entertainment correspondent ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could resign, and attempt greener pastures, she didn't daring leave the network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was quicksilver and had a short-run memory. With her husband baton out of employment, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn't like the idea of being without a job when she'd been so close to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another year, she received a phone call from a rival network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the host of a newsworthiness program for their new entertainment-oriented intelligence network. In addition to a hefty new salary, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a full faculty at her disposal. What's more, becoming the briny anchorperson of a show would founder Jessica the opportunity to offer fib ideas, and to do in-depth interview with controversial amusement name. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news broadcast, but nobody at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that subject because the whole network was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was short risk in taking the job. The net was going to pay her one-half of a year's salary up front, no strings attached, so even if the network didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentives were myriad. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to take her husband, Billy, for a cushy job with their net. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this network, unlike her flow employer, would gift her the treat her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her famous, and took the offer from KNEN, King electronic network entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the media scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly loaded and mightily network. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the news media… nonage and youth markets. To invoke to this audience, KNEN combined serious current social occasion reporting with an edgy youthful image, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to bear that epitome. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black males seemed to constitute the majority of the chief executive staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a liberalist network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a fairy. She always had fresh fruit and bottled Caribbean outflow water in her fertilisation way. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite high. The only if thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex life. Strangely, in the class they'd been working at KNEN, Billy seemed less and less matter to in making love to his beautiful, successful wife.

Billy McFarland, too, always had a healthy supply of bottled water in his agency, but unlike his wife, Billy was not felicitous at KNEN. number 1 he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making more money, and that the work would be ‘ well-to-do'since his use was basically a backsheesh to his married woman. Then there were his co-workers. billy hadn't realized that he'd have to function with so many blacks ! Billy had always thought of Negro as lazy, and his employees were no exception. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to delegate jobs to his stave, he was ignored. Because of this, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working late nighttime, doing the work that he was unable to delegate, yet responsible to see done.

he-goat wanted to complain to his supervisory program, but they were all calamitous men. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Jessica. Billy felt completely incapacitated, poor, and exhausted. To make matters speculative, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to make her to a greater extent and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to need sex almost every night, and billystick's exhaustion and focus kept him from keeping up with her demands. He hadn't been able to pretend love to his Loretta Young, aphrodisiac wife to a greater extent than twice since the motion to KNEN six calendar month ago. billy club knew that he was the only thing that wasn't working out for his wife, and he hated himself for it.

Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every night confused and saddened by her husband's sudden deficiency of pursuit in her body ... confused, saddened, and ungratified. She could tell there was something wrong, but as a good deal as she loved Billy, and as eagre as she was for their sex animation to return to rule, she didn't have fourth dimension to notice out what the trouble was. There were other subject on her mind. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap group,"black Phallus ”.

"Joseph Black Phallus"was incredibly hot on the ball club circuit and among teens and college students, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on boob tube because the group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artists whose lyrics created image of utmost furiousness. What was strange was that Black genus Phallus's lyric poem weren't controversial because of violent imagery, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few music videos the group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their videos had ever been aired on television set, on one of the cable music networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, pitch blackness penis refused to allow any channel to air their picture unless they were uncensored. The music video line refused to air the television without some edits for explicit content, and thus, the former Black Phallus videos were never aired. They didn't even make their videos available on their own web site, with the exception of"The Wrecker ”, the video that had aired ( in censored form ) on television.

In spite of all the contention and inaccessibility of their euphony, the group had managed to go very democratic in hush-hush band, and beginning to cause an impact on popular culture. Thus every magazine publisher, television political platform, and news network remotely connected with the amusement manufacture wanted an interview, yet nonentity could ever look to get one. And then, as the chronicle went, KNEN scored the unacceptable. Black Phallus agreed to an exclusive interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the mathematical group had been reached after week of wide, mysterious negotiations with KNEN administrator. The negotiations were so secret that even after workweek of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprisal when she was told that they'd agreed to an undivided interview. She was even more surprise to discover that she would be the one expected to convey the interview, and that she had only three days to ready ! Jessica knew that this would be her number 1, best chance to exhibit that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some desk-bound eye confect. As exciting as this prospect was, Jessica felt incredibly anxious about the audience. Aside from this being her first major ‘ news'consultation, she'd had very little time to do any enquiry on the group. entropy was limited, since no interviews had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of worry tracking down a copy of the chemical group's CD and picture, before one was finally provided to her by Black Phallus's record book label, Ingredient X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the concessions and agreements that KNEN had been forced to make, before the controversial group would consort to be interviewed. The network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred audience with the rap mathematical group, a survive studio performance, and the right wing to read any or all of the never-before-seen music videos that the group had produced. In exchange for this, the mathematical group demanded that KNEN devote a unharmed ‘ prime meter'even to"Black Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the eve was used by the interview. In addition to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any sort on the interview, nor on the medicine telecasting. Further, the group also wanted their own engine driver to man studio's equipment, so that much of the rule KNEN studio bunch would not be introduce. What was more, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their words and political views, the chemical group insisted on extra protection measures, including security ascendence of the studio for phallus of their own security squad. Finally, the mathematical group demanded that the consultation be conducted by a certain date, due to their tight schedule. This last condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to train for her interview. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented cable news show network, KNEN was in a position to fulfil the chemical group's demands. The major sticking point the mesh had supposedly had was the censorship issue. To avoid any possible FCC obscenity violations and issues, the network had suggested the melodic theme of the pay-per-view interview with a ‘ possible explicit content'warning that the content may be of a"graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen geezerhood of age, and some early viewers ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members section of KNEN's site, and total darkness Phallus's internet site, with the same obscenity warnings. Of path everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial mathematical group an uncensored programme, KNEN was practically inviting the rap group to perform some form of horrific publicity stunt. Even if the invalidate FCC fines, they risked million of one dollar bill worth of cause and sponsor losses. In maliciousness of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the single interview would be worth the danger involved. So it was that all of the group 's atmospheric condition were met, and the audience was set up.

At least, this was the functionary story of how the plenty was reached.

The the true was that both blackness Phallus's record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the Sami formation, Solomon mogul's Ebony & bone endeavor, Inc. To help obscure this connexion from the journalistic art of certain newsman, the but consultation that Black phallus would be capable to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned several businesses, all with one major agenda, the sexual say-so of black men over Patrick Victor Martindale White cleaning woman. For the most part, E & I controlled businesses were very subtle in their onward motion of the docket. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to enhance fateful men's chassis and intimate power.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost uncontrollable intimate arousal in women, and cause powerlessness among men. The bottled piddle with which Jessica's icebox was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was billystick's water. This was stock operational procedure. Over the eld E & I had used these chemical substance to quietly conquer soul women and even whole businesses, and then use them to produce interracial erotica or early textile to come on E & I's agenda. For security determination, none of the apparently ‘ legitimate'stage business that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a result, E & I businesses operated with thousands of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agenda. The only connection between these businesses and E & I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced melanise men, and trusted lieutenant to Solomon King. This way, all of the patronage could be directed for E & I's collective welfare.

Black Phallus's record recording label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agendum by releasing sexually explicit rap music, with interracial report. The plan was that the angry Danton True Young Shirley Temple Black male person and disaffected Edward Douglas White Jr. youths that listened to rap music would pick up this content over and over through the medicine, and would be psychologically conditioned to believe every word of it. Negro Male would become more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged pursue sexual encounters with white char. Andrew Dickson White Male would set out to see blackamoor male as sexual superiors, and feel embarrassed about their sexual inadequacies and lowly penises. White girls who heard the music would begin to see white Male as undeserving and black Male as the most desirable sexual specimens.

Shirley Temple genus Phallus was the anchor of the fixings X label. The group was comprised of chemically enhanced grim men, component of E & I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every song on their CD,"Only cancel ”, was dedicated to promoting the intimate mogul of black men, and subverting livid manful sexuality. The philosophy that the group advocated was that black men were the sexual alpha male of the human slipstream. As such, black males had the rightfield to fuck and breed any woman, every woman, they wanted… even married woman, and especially livid women. What salutary way to turn out their call than by seducing a beloved, tie American language icon on television ? So it was that Black Phallus's first undivided interview would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its adept reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah davenport smiled as she poked her head around her gaffer 's open role door ; `` I have those unedited copy of the"Joseph Black member"CD and music video you wanted to see. Where should I put them ?"

Jessica looked up from her untried supporter and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a spate of document on the left of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the document raft. Before Sarah left the room Jessica motioned for her to stay.

Sarah Davenport was Jessica 's personal assistant. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glance, Sarah looked a bit studious or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenties, with foresighted dark-blonde hair that she usually wore tied back with a bombastic bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing shadow people of colour, buttoned-up apprehension, and a rather unstylish style of specs. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beauty and anatomy were very noticeable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attentions a s thought though, as she was very button-down and engaged to be married. She was kind of an free, but quite bright, with an excellent disposition and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's needs. They had formed a close, sister-like bond in the few months they'd worked together. They were on first-class honours degree name terms, though Sarah thought it significant to refer to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at work. Anything less might counteract Jessica's authority, and Sarah was very loyal to Jessica, and wanted to make for sure she never harmed Jessica's life history that way. Sarah took a seat and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone set conversation.

'' Yes ... yes that will be fine."Jessica spoke into the phone,"Just so you understand, I wo n't be here myself, I 'm in a meeting for the repose of the day, but I 'm for sure Sarah can accommodate you. Okay, that will be fine then. Bye. ''

Jessica put the receiver down and turned to her lovely new assistant.

"I just wanted to let you know,"Sarah said,"that I've taken precaution of everything else on today 's 'to-do'list."

"Thank you Sarah."Jessica smiled,"Have you had any luck in your problems with the computer ? ''

Jessica had been listening to her helper moaning in frustration for much of the day. It was comical to listen to her. Sarah was a religious young woman and never swore. She never used the God Almighty's name in vain either. She didn't even say"mend"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent groans, sighs, moan, and grunts of frustration.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blonde assistant smiled weakly. She felt favorable to be an assistant for somebody who was understanding and appreciative of their assistant 's problems."I 'm sure I can figure out it on my own. I don't like calling technical school financial backing ... those big guy wire messing around under my desk while I'm workings makes me uncomfortable. I 'll have time to work it while you're at your meeting ... which reminds me ... is n't it about metre for you to get going ? ``

Jessica glanced at the clock. `` Yes, just about, but before I go I need you to do one more affair for me today."

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the interview with Black genus Phallus is tomorrow night ? Some of their representatives are coming by to check out the studio. I need you to evidence them around. I promised them personal attention by a valued employee, and not some intern. ``

Sarah paused for a second. `` Yes, I can do that .... but ... well ... do you know who, exactly, will I be dealing with ? ``

Jessica saw the constrained reflection on Sarah's face. `` I think it's just a couple of their producers. Why ? ``

'' I 'm dark Ms. McFarland, '' Sarah interrupted, `` I do n't mean to be difficult ... it 's just ... that grouping. They have a reputation ... I'm a fiddling apprehensive about who I'd be meeting with ..."

Jessica leaned forward and took her assistant 's hand. `` You know that this is a very important coup for our network. I need you to bear out me here Sarah. Put on a brave face, flash them that winning smile of yours, and you 'll be fine ! Besides, you know how these groups are, it's probably all just a caboodle of shock value hype and image anyway. It 's ok, honestly, it will be o.k.. '' It was light for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the telecasting, and she'd been unable to larn written matter until deep in her research.

'' I guess so,"Sarah said."I can't believe they only gave you two days to do inquiry for this interview though !"

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an consultation is as big news as this one is, we have to cook sacrifices to get the first crack cocaine at the story. The grouping had only had a couple of evenings free to give to this consultation, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two solar day !"

The narrative about blackamoor Phallus's limited availability was a concoction made up by E & I. The genuine reason that Jessica was being limited to two day of research time was a security system precaution. Jessica was a respectable journalist, and Solomon B. B. King wanted to make certainly there was little or no chance for her to happen a connection between her own employer, and the controversial rap group.

"It's still not a lot of time,"Sarah added."Have you listened to any of their so-called medicine yet ?"

"No, I haven't had sentence yet."Jessica responded."Have you heard anything ?"

"Yes, just once. I was with my sis, and we were listening to some MP3s that a friend of hers had given her. One of those ... songs ... came up. It was obscene ! I couldn't believe it. I mean, what would our Fatherhood say if he knew she liked euphony like that ?"

Jessica knew that Sarah was very sensitive about vulgarity and sexually expressed material, and had always attributed it to her spiritual bringing up. But hearing that Sarah's younger sister grew up in the same household and enjoyed this controversial euphony genuinely surprised Jessica."You said that your sister actually liked their music ?"

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the time, said that the MP3 was included with the others by misapprehension, but she called me the other dark and told me that she'd heard about this interview and asked me if I could get her and her friend into the studio that night ! As if I would be a political party to her listening to that skank ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her front-runner music chemical group ! She actually wanted to run across these disgusting thugs and get their John Hancock !"

"Oh, I'm so grim Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the delicate negotiations around this interview, I doubt we can have a VIP invitee in the studio that nighttime. Security is going to be extra pixilated when these guy are here, and the grouping will have their own protection as well."

"Oh no, don't worry about that, I already told her no !"Sarah interrupted."I know we're airing their video during the display and those things are supposedly almost pornographic. I don't want my sister seeing that filth, or meeting those weirdy. I can't believe she asked me to do that. My parents would never forgive me if I helped unwrap her to any more of that grunge !"

"It's probably for the best you refused to let her come."Jessica said."Did you know that group's demographic bracket is expanding exponentially to let in white females age 18 to 25."

"Yes, I saw that in the research too !"Sarah huffed."I can't believe the garbage that girls her age listen to !"

"I don't understand it either."Jessica admitted,"All the research I've done so far talking about how explicit their music is, and there are hearsay that some of the videos are practically pornographic. I'm not looking forward to reviewing them, but I know the network agreed to air them uncensored."

"It's disgusting !"Sarah shook her forefront."I can't believe they agreed to that !"

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio's concord with Black Phallus allows for nudity, profanity, and intimate human activity during the totally programme. In fact, the whole broadcast will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature content disclaimers and a hand full of commercial, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to have it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The network makes no guarantee of the nature of the broadcast's mental object. Anything and everything that happens on camera during the interview will be aired !"

"But ..."Sarah said ..."what if they try something ? The enquiry I gave you said they like to stage publicity stunts. They expose themselves at concerts ... sometimes they bring women from the hearing up on point and ... and ..."

"I know,"Jessica interrupted,"I know. The network warned me that they might try and pull something. In fact the network is counting on it. They're even airing disclaimer in the pay-per-view ads. It 's all about luridness. An uncensored TV broadcast would give these guys the unadulterated opportunity to arrange a very visible stunt. The political boss assured me that I won't be in any genuine danger, so they asked me to play along for as long as I could. ``

Like the reports about Black member's confine handiness, the reports about their demands for uncensored airtime was also a cover fib. Solomon Martin Luther King was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view television format and the web simulcast. Such broadcasts, with potent disavowal, would set aside them to broadcast sexually explicit music videos, spare of FCC interference. Of course, it would allow them to circulate any sexually denotative subject matter ... not just from the music videos, but also anything that might transpire in the news studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any okay they levied would easily be paid by video sales of that very programme !

"And you're okay with this ?"Sarah asked incredulously. `` Aren't you worried ? What will you do if they ... you know ? ``

"Not really,"Jessica drew a deep breath. The accuracy was, she was a little worried, but was forcing herself to remain calm."But I'm a professional journalist, but these guys are getting to be a BIG, and landing the beginning IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An interview with a group this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's superstar newsman, the network is not about to let me come to any trauma ! ``

'' I hope you're rightfield. Still ... after all you've told me, I'm really relieved that Becky won't be there !"

"Your parents and little baby are lucky that you're so skillful at looking out for her."Jessica smiled. She suddenly noticed something glittering on Sarah's finger. `` Oh ! I is that your engagement annulus ? I've been dying to see it ever since you told me !"

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, well-chosen to change the issue from those fearful black rappers to her recent engagement."I finally got it back from the jewelers. It took them forever to fit the hoop to my digit !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the halo. It was not a distinctive battle set. It was a stunning sept heirloom in gold, platinum, and diamonds. The platinum dance band was etched and inlaid with a delicate gold pattern. This delicate blueprint had been the cause of the ring 's lengthy fitting adjustment. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's kinfolk ?"

'' He said about a hundred and fifty years ! '' Sarah exclaimed excitedly. `` He was going to wait until the hymeneals to present it to me, but he said he was just that sealed that I was the one ! It's so gorgeous ! I'm never ever going to convey it off ! ``

'' He must jazz you very much ! '' Jessica grinned. She was so well-chosen for her assistant. It was so skillful to see a sweet girl so in dear with a prissy man."I'm sure you'll be very well-chosen together !"

"I hope so."smiled Sarah,"I love Brad. I hope I can relieve oneself him glad. He's been so patient role with me ... with my feeling I mean."

Sarah didn't believe in pre-marital sex, and Brad had very patiently respected her beliefs. Sarah and Brad had been dating for four years, since college. The one and entirely metre that Sarah had ever considered letting Brad assume her virginity was the night he proposed ... and even then she decided against it. Brad had to settle for a hand-job instead. She'd given him a few more than hand-jobs since their booking, but she never went any farther than that. She never felt the urge to do so ... until recently.

Recently the natural sexual urges that she'd so easily suppressed since her teen years had grown incredibly inviolable. She didn't fully understand why, and could only imagine that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was anxious to pay herself to him. Sarah counted herself lucky that he'd had to go on a business trip to EU for a few months. She would have hated to sacrifice in to her urges so close to her wedding day ! Still, Sarah's despairing horniness had only gotten spoiled since Brad's departure two calendar month ago ... and it would be another two months before he returned ! Every night she went to catch some Z's thinking about her wedding night. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been difficult for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her mind vagabondage to her Holocene epoch desires and recently patronize thoughts of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be regretful for Brad. As difficult as it is to conform to them sometimes, these are my beliefs. I mean, believe that my physical structure is a temple, and that my virginity is a gift to precious to be given away before wedlock. I'm not having sex before union because I believe its wrong. The only grounds Brad's not having sex before marriage is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really unmanageable for him. But he's going to be so shiver that we waited !"

Jessica was barely listening to Sarah's. She was gathering some documents for her get together.

"I know how he feels ! I'm in the same boat right now with Billy."Jessica absent-mindedly responded, reflecting on her husband's impotence.

"What ?"Sarah turned to her Bos, furrowing her brow in mix-up."What did you say ?"

Jessica realized too late what she had said. She couldn't believe she'd been that careless ! Billy would be humiliated if he knew that she'd told anybody about his Holocene epoch ‘ problems ’. No matter how frustrating her husband's impotence had become, she shouldn't be mentioning it to her young writing table !

"Oh,"Jessica blurted, quickly trying to cover her indiscretion."Nothing ! I shouldn't have said anything."

"Is something wrong ?"Sarah asked, innocently. She had no clue why Jessica had suddenly become so flustered.

"I'm sorry Sarah,"Jessica said, grabbing up her briefcase."I'd like to stay on our confab, but I'm going to be belatedly for that meeting."

"Maybe we can spill the beans afterwards ..."Sarah suggested.

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the group meeting could run a little long. I might not even be back in the office today."There was no way Jessica wanted to keep on the conversation. She didn't want to risk re-opening the issue she had barely closed. Billy's impotence had become a source of creeping and vivid defeat for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the secret slip. She wasn't about to carry that risk again.

"okeh,"Sarah shrugged."I guess I'll just go back to working on that figurer problem then. I'll see you tomorrow."

Jessica approached the room access, but briefly turned back to her help."Sarah, I know you're relate about those guy cable from Onyx Records coming tonight. Don't worry about it. Just comport professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and treat you appropriately. If they don't let me know ! Answer any dubiousness they have, help them out anyway you can, and lock up afterwards. Okay ?"

Sarah smiled brightly."Thanks Mrs. McFarland ... Jessica ! I'm surely it'll be okay."

With that Jessica was out the doorway and on her way to her meeting.

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite unaired, working together in their few months and longsighted hours at KNEN. Jessica was a mentor to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be capable to anchor a news program, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a majuscule career, and a great marriage…

Of course ... things weren't quite as they seemed. Thanks to Billy's impotence, Jessica was just as sexually frustrated as her virgin assistant, Sarah. And none of them knew that all of these problems were caused by the same thing ... The bottled piddle they drank every day, supplied by KNEN, was tainted with Xcite.

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Sarah was in her small federal agency, adjacent to Jessica's, running diagnostic course of study on her reckoner for much of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to run, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computer when there was a knocking at her door.

Sarah opened the door to find two very large, very hefty, very blackened gentlemen towering in front of her. One wore a bootleg cause, the other was wearing a silky black shirt and baggy pants outfit, almost like jammies. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange range necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't assistant but feel both of the men very handsome. In accession to their top, the men were both very muscular. Their skin was a flawless, rich, quick, cocoa brown. Their Cologne was intoxicating.

"excuse me,"the man in the lawsuit said smoothly,"I'm looking for a Miss Sarah davenport, is that you ?"

"Y..yes."Sarah stammered, her bright green eyes darting from one dark face to the former. The other man stood, silent and expressionless, his centre hidden by the stylised sunglasses he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an inapt silence until the man in the courting finally spoke.

"My figure is Tom Watkins, I'm a congresswoman for Black phallus. I believe you were expecting us."

"YES ! Right ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own unusual behavior. She suddenly felt that familiar lonely longing for her fiance that she'd been feeling over the close couple of calendar month. What was coming over her ? There was an awkward silence while Sarah tried to foregather her thoughts. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her engagement ring.

"Nice ring."The formerly silent giant finally spoke ! He kept his vocalisation low, restrained, but it was very deep… and somehow, it sounded almost malevolent.

"Oh !"Sarah blushed, holding the ring up for the men to see."Thank you ! I just got engaged a few month ago."For some reason, Sarah felt almost ashamed to admit to these two beautiful men that she was engaged to be married.

Silently, the giant slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's tiny white hired hand in his hulk Black palm. Firmly, he held her hand while he examined down at the ring on her finger ... at to the lowest degree he appeared to be looking at the tintinnabulation. Sarah couldn't Tell, thanks to his mirror-lens Methedrine. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to look at Sarah's ring.

Tom spoke now."It certainly is lovely. Just as lovely as you Miss Davenport !"

The gargantuan didn't let go of Sarah's deal. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her medallion with his firm finger while he continued silently admiring her interlocking ring ... Sarah was hesitant to pull her hand away, and was afraid to speak to the giant man holding her helping hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her ring ... The three were silent for various seconds before Sarah worked up the nerve to speak to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eyes off the jewelry-admiring giant holding her hand.

"Ms. McFarland asked me to depict you guys around the studio. Is there anything in picky you'd like to see ?

"Yes."The monster said, letting go of Sarah's hand.

Sarah shivered, but kept smiling brightly as she lowered her hand. It was shaking. She waited for the man to elaborate, but he didn't, so she was forced to ask for clarification."What is it that you need me to evince you ?"

"Everything."He responded simply. Again, he did not work out. Sarah shivered, she felt a tingling in her seawall ... the same one she'd felt the Night Brad had proposed. The Saami one that had been building up over the last few hebdomad. The Sami ... but stronger.

"We need to visit your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to make water sure everything you have is compatible with Black phallus's want, for tomorrow night's studio apartment performance."

"Certainly…"Sarah croaked."I'm sure you'll find everything you need here. If not, I'll be happy to try and satisfy any postulation you might have."

"I'm sure you will, Ms. Davenport."The man with the dark glasses said quietly.

"Is there anything else I can assist you with ?"Sarah bit her lower lip gently ... Her eyes were glued to the dummy Black lenses on the clean black face of the back man. He smelled so expert !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the second man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily tread backward into her office,"I have a enceinte part of paraphernalia that I need you to help me examine tonight. It could get much of the night, but I trust I can count on your complete co-operation."

"Of course,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a trance, still staring into the highly broody electron lens of the second man's shades. She was captivated by her thoughtfulness ... her frail blanched features framed and overwhelmed by his masculine sinister feature film."I'm here to see that all your motive are met. I want to assist you in any way that I can."

"Of course you do !"The man said, placing his large black workforce on either side of Sarah's soft ovalbumin case. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to move backwards into her bureau. Tom followed the two of them inside, the doorway closed behind them.

That door was still closed 3 hour later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her rush to get out the office that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Black Phallus"picture can. She picked up the box with the picture and was walking past Sarah's office threshold, and heard the patent sounds of her young assistant moaning and swearword, coming from inside. Jessica shook her headway and smiled at her assistant's unregenerate streak. No doubt, Sarah was still having trouble with her computing device and was still trying to fix it herself !

Jessica briefly thought about popping in to say how-do-you-do, but quickly changed her creative thinker. Sarah sounded busy, and Jessica didn't want to chance picking up the awkward conversation she'd nearly started that afternoon. She'd come in too close to talking about her husband's very personal job !

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy's recent deficiency again, but she couldn't help it. It had been calendar month since the two of them were versed, and researching Black Phallus's sexually explicit lyrics had only heightened Jessica's intimate tension. Even talking about sex in vague terms seemed to draw her retentive for a fucking that she hadn't been able to get in month ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable futurity. She knew there was something causing Billy stress, but he wouldn't tell her anything. shucks him ! Why couldn't he do ? No… no that wasn't fair. truncheon was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put thoughts of her marriage ceremony out of her read/write head and started to thumb through some of the research as she waited for the lift. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the elevator and let the doorway close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hall ... at the end of the day ... another scream of pleasance erupted from Sarah Davenport's office !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's threshold, she would have been shocked by the sight. The office was a flock. Papers had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much problem throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in firearm on the floor. On Sarah's desk, in plaza of the discarded computer, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, bare mass of fateful and ovalbumin luxuria ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH JESUS shtup Jesus ... YES ! ! roll in the hay YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the monolithic black cock pushing deeper and deeper into her recently pure white kitty-cat. She would cause been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, young, virtuous bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hair and a yoke of fogged-up glasses on her pretty T. H. White face. Her beautiful white body, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative wear, was now covered only by a thinly bed of glistening lather that caused her smooth Caucasian tegument to glint like wet onyx marble.

Sarah's naked white body was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his put up smutty peter between Sarah's full, easy, white boob. He pushed her tits together around his duncish black lance, using her piano white flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the well black cock-head sticking up between her breast. Behind Sarah, the big black in the sunglasses ( whose gens Sarah still didn't know ) had his big shameful hands on her tiny white waste, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after in of his monolithic bootleg cock into the middling Andrew Dickson White assistant.

Just five minute earlier that day, Sarah davenport was touting her belief. Her body was a temple. Her virginity was a gift to be given only to the man she would wed ... Brad ... the man whom had patiently respected her belief for the four years that they had been dating. Now, Sarah davenport was happily and voraciously servicing the two massive black he-man she'd met only time of day later that day ... letting them use her eubstance as a plaything for their amusement. It felt so right ... truer than any belief she'd ever held.

"OH DEAR ass GOD !"Sarah swore."OH SWEET JESUS ... piece of tail ME ... fuck ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'demeanor that the previously prim-and-proper religious girl had learned to appreciate in the last few hours ...

"SHIT THIS cunt IS FUCKING TIGHT ! !"The nameless big black in the sunglasses said as he continued relentlessly pounding Sarah's pussy.

"I ..."Sarah gasped between jabbing ..."told ... you ... I ... was ... a ... virgin !"

The blacks laughed ...

"And tell us again,"Watkins asked."how recently was that baby ?"

"Just ... today ..."Sarah gasped ... sucking on Watkins cock while the prick in her pussy pushed deeper and deeper ... harder and faster ...

"And ... when were you gon na get married ?"

"THIS ..."Sarah screamed during another incursive thrust ..."... this JU-OOH-OOH-UNE !"

The Black laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The unnamed stud poker asked."Tell me ... how long has that misfortunate dumb whiteboy been waiting to fuck THIS snatch that I'm FUCKING rightfulness NOW WITH MY BIG NIGGA COCK ?

"Four ... .YEARS ...."gasped the sweating albumen slut.

"Four long time WHAT ?"the black demanded.

"tetrad ... .YEARS .... SIR ! !"Sarah added.

"And how long after we met you did it take us for US to get our big black cocks in you ? Four minute ?"

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the black in the sunglasses increased the tread of his thrust."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... days !"she gasped.

"So tell me, Sarah,"Watkins asked,"were we worth the time lag ?"The lightlessness laughed again ...

As the Shirley Temple Black laughed at their own joke question, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling screaming of sexual climax. She had waited two dozen old age to give herself to the man she would marry. Her fiance had waited four long time to be that man. Just about six calendar month before the big day ... she gave it up to two grim men in barely four minutes !

"YES ! ! ! IT WAS WORTH IT ! ! I'm glad I saved myself ! .... FOR YOU ! ! AND YOUR BIG BLACK peter ! !"

"Then say us slut !"The shameful pussy-fucker ordered,"tell us again what you were before you met us, how long you waited, FOR US to take your virginity months before your wedding !"

"Aww yeah ... say it again baby !"Watkins told her.

"I ... .was ... UNGH ..."Sarah grunted as the big black cock bottomed-out in her cervix ..."OH GOD ... I ... was ... a virgin ... saved ... myself for ... twenty ... five old age ... .OHHHHHH-waiting for my wedding ... six calendar month to go ... I met you ... fucked me ... with your big ... blackened ... cock ... !

"AGAIN !"the black fucking her kitty ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... Virgin ... before ... your ... big ... Negroid ... stopcock !"

"LOUDER BITCH !"the black fucking her yelled ..."I want to cum in your snatch while you scream that shit ! !"

"OH FUCK YES ! ! ! YES SIR ! ! f"Sarah cried ... somehow, that was the aphrodisiac idea she'd ever heard in her life."I ... WAS ... A ... .VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG BLACK prick ! ! !

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless black stud fucked her pussy, and Tom Watkins fucked her oral cavity and tits. As they wanted, she was still screaming the first thick spirt of Watkins'hot cum blasted her pretty white case. She was still screaming it through cum-covered backtalk when she felt the nameless he-man's cock shooting its hot, powerful germ into her no-longer virtuous white pussy.

As Sarah basked in the afterglow of her intense deflowering, the two stud filled her in on a few details of what they wanted to do for the audience broadcast. Sarah was shocked by their architectural plan, but felt compelled to cooperate.

"assist us out with this,"Watkins said,"and you'll get plenty more pitch-dark peter ... starting tonight !"

"I'm in !"Sarah smiled weakly, her face smeared with cum.

"commodity girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some booster to serve us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some more of that sweetness Andrew D. White pussycat. You might want to clean this room up a petty bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two fateful studhorse threw some wearing apparel on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on frail peg and surveyed the chaos of her authority. She saw a photo of her herself, her parents, and her babe, lying on the story. She stared at her baby's smiling human face. She thought about how Becky was so do-or-die to meet the Black Phallus rapper. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP crack to the studio the next dark. Then she thought about what would chance to Becky if she had granted that request, and that opinion turned her on !

Sarah now knew exactly what the group had planned. This was why studio security wasn't allowing VIP passes that night, they didn't want anything to take a chance disrupting the plan. Sarah dared not do anything to hazard her new friends'plans, so she realized she probably couldn't get her sister into the studio apartment that night. Still, the was something she could do for Becky ... something she felt compelled to do for her babe.

Sarah picked up her speech sound, laying on the base with the recipient off cradle and emitting an obnoxious beeping that indicated the line was disconnected. She reset the unplug push, and punched in a telephone number. Becky's voice mail answered, so Sarah started to go out a content.

"Hi, Becky. It's your sister. Look, I just wanted to apologize. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a moment. Sarah didn't want to just get along right out and say why she changed her mind ... she didn't want to say that they'd fucked her senseless, turning her from a Virgin to a black-cock-loving-slut in a matter of minute."I met with some representatives from that rap chemical group you like. I learned a lot about Black Phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the conclusion that I was wrong about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. Security is just too blotto for me to get you a VIP go but I really want to relieve oneself sure you see this consultation so I'm going to e-mail you my credit card act so that you can purchase order it on pay-per-view or ticker online. I'll try and get their John Hancock for you too."

Sarah thought for a consequence thirster. She really wanted to do better for her sister. She wanted to get her some black hammer."Becky ... make for sure you keep your telephone on you that Night. Maybe I can coif something else for you. Bye for now"

billy club McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been home for 2 hour, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on planet, fumbling uselessly with his hobble cock. It was rare that he ever got home before Jessica these years, so he wanted to look at advantage of the meter alone by trying to get his rooster up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an hour, but couldn't manage an erection. He gave up and switched over to some network telecasting. He was still watching it when Jessica got nursing home. She smiled at her married man, lying in bed. She did a little airstrip tease for him, slowly taking off her business dress and getting down to her bra and panty. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the cheek and giving his gumshoe a blue-blooded squeeze play. Soft and limp.

"I want you so badly…"she whispered in his ear, squeezing again. It stayed soft, no response.

"I'm sorry…"billystick muttered, turning away, humiliated, ineffective to confront his beautiful wife.

"It's o.k. honey."Jessica sighed, trying to hide her defeat."We'll get through this. She threw on a casual shirt and slacks, then left the bedchamber. If she couldn't body of work on her disintegrating sex life and marriage, she could work on her consultation interrogative sentence and research. Jessica went to her base office, powered up her computing machine and began studying her inquiry and questions that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over query again and again, thinking of instant and third channel of questioning. She thought of unlike ways of phrasing her questions, in slip she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music videos. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as proficient she could. She looked at the data track listing on the CD, and marked the tracks that were on her music DVDR. She could skim the those tracks and watch their videos later, thus saving a little time ... and saving her the difficulty of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ filth ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the copy of"Only cancel"into information processing system and plugged in a duad of headphones. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to charter distinction on the language. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit material, she'd understand some lyric from some of the songs, but hadn't procured a written matter of the fully material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music videos. Every single vocal on the album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a collection of bad words though. The songs on"Only Natural"described detailed human action of sex. More specifically, the Song were all about black men having sex with white women, all variety of tweed women ; younger, former, single, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even Thomas More shocked when she read the CD's lining notes. The grouping contended that all of the vocal on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly scandalize claim, considering the news report told in some of the strain, particularly the some of the storey that the songs told.

This inaugural song was called"Size Department of Energy matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your ladies know it's honest, size of it DOE MATTER !"It was about all the stereotype of shameful men and abnormally boastfully penises. The song underscored the unit philosophy of the group, and demonstrated why every raceway on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the protraction of a preposterous myth.

"fix"was about a black story project in a college course of instruction, where white pupil had to become ‘ slaves'for Negroid scholarly person for two calendar week. The clean female students end up becoming sex slaves for contraband men, while the white male bookman were forced to learn. At first, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously aggressive and racist, but the outrageous story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a glorious political irony about race relations and the veneration that many Caucasian have of integrating with the melanise community. Maybe these knocker weren't just talentless shock-happy thugs ?

As Jessica continued listening to the hideous story the songs told, the denotative lyric slowly started to grow on her. Many of more the songs seemed to be natural language in cheek. Jessica decided that the songs must intended as some variety of racial satire, and that the ‘ dead on target storey'call were just voice of the act, made to generate argument and word-of-mouth. That was why the songs were so outrageous.

"dearest, I'm Home"told the story of a T. H. White man who comes home early, only to find his wife in bed with the black neighbor. Jessica saw this Sung as a commentary on the prejudice fears that white citizenry have of living in the Saami neighborhood with blacks.

"Higher encyclopedism"was about an suburban High School that has to adjust to an influx of African-American students when an interior city school ending. The PTA protests that the ratio of bookman to teacher will be thrown out of balance ... but really, they just don't want inkiness in their mostly White River school. The song goes on to describe how the black male seniors seduce all the blank missy and the hot white teachers. Jessica again saw this call as an victimisation of racist reverence and sociable remark on E. B. White flying from the interior city.

"Big genus Bos Man"told the story of a white man vying for a promotion. He invites his nigrify boss home for home-cooked gourmet dinner. When the hirer meets his employee's sexy white wife, he tells the span that he'll generate her husband the promotion, if she lets him fuck her. The hubby wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The heavyweight black man fucks the egg white wife on the dinner table, not bothering to eat any of the food or elucidate the table first. The next week, the boss gives the packaging to another black man ... whom the white wife also happily agrees to fuck ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to cease affirmative action.

"feel control stick"was about a Edward White college cheerleading squad throwing a victory bacchanalia for the opprobrious basketball squad. There was a ‘ humorous'twist at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the match school's squad ! Jessica had never liked supporter and air-headed cheerleaders in high shoal and college. Jessica was unsure what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't avail but smile at the thought of the dumb athletic supporter'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satiric lyric to be insightful and amusing, she had to hold that the music itself was quite good. The fleshy bass musical rhythm were strong and coursed through her body, making her want to trip the light fantastic toe, or at to the lowest degree move with the euphony. Jessica burned the remaining songs to her MP3 player and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her hot seat and move around the room.

Jessica let the regular, relentless regular recurrence overtake her, and began to dance as the music continued. It had been a long time since she'd been able-bodied to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little aroused. The words still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at least not on a conscious tier. The language barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the rhythm method of the basso coursing through her consistency. She barely noticed the more shocking tone the birdsong began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the music that she missed the fact that the next song was featured as one of her music videos, and that she'd wanted to skim it.

'' Nigga In The Wood Pile '', the next rails, was an even more humorous song than the previous one. Using euphony sample from the old whacky dear Song,"You're Having My Baby ”, It told the write up about a man witnessing the nascence of 'his'world-class child. When the baby is born, its black, and the hubby discovers that his loving married woman has been fucking a black man !

"Black-Cock-Pit"was about an aeroplane flight of steps that turned into an interracial orgy.

"beloved John"was about a white girlfriend writing a break-up letter to her high-school sweet heart ... explaining that she's discovered BLACK MEN at college !

"Hot Caucasian Momma"was about the plight of a"sweetness young white married woman"to birth a baby, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to engage a calamitous devotee !

"The Wrecker"is about a family on vacation when their car pause down. A black tow-truck driver shows up and seduced the mother and teenage girl, then drives off with both of them, abandoning the father/husband in the desert, with the tatterdemalion car.

"Soccer Mom"was about a blanched char who finds herself compelled to toy with her high-school-soccer performing son's black teammates.

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racist white college little girl who is furious that her parents'married couple is ending because of her mother's occasion with a black man. The melanise man moves into the house and has to swear his authority over the girl showing her just why her mother left her father for him.

"Man Of The House"told the tale of a black vagabond who is taken in by a good Christian conservative household, and how within a workweek he seduced both of the family's Gemini daughters. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both girls at once, the begetter is outraged, but the wife is so turned on she joins in !

The last racetrack was the title path,"Only Natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so much that she failed to notice that this song was featured in one of her music videos, and that she'd intended to skip over it. The song underscored the ism of black male intimate superiority and potency, from the angle of ‘ born pick ’. Black men were the alpha male person, and had the ‘ natural'rightfield to cover any adult female they wanted. The song contended that oceanic abyss down, every cleaning lady knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially Andrew Dickson White womanhood. Every woman, even married womanhood, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by mordant men. It was ‘ only natural ’.

By the end of the last track, Jessica was sweating, and her entire body was tingling. She realized that after weeks of being uninfluenced, the sexually explicit words of"Black genus Phallus"had aroused her. She needed Billy, and she needed him…immediately. She threw spread the room access to her office and went to her bedroom. Billy was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hand down the front of his pants… nada. She gently bit his earlobe. Billy muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back tears. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her office, unsure of what to do with herself. Her straits was swimming with confusion…and lustfulness. She glanced at her inquiry ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too wound up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the euphony videos on her desk and grabbed the claim that attracted her care earlier… something called"White nuptials, Blacked Bride ”. It was the one track that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the medicine TV into her computing machine. Not wanting to ignite nightstick, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to watch the TV. Within seconds, the labored pounding of the freshwater bass coursed through her organic structure, again igniting a fervency that no frigidness exhibitor was going to dowse…

Jessica's big blueing centre locked onto the screen as the first simulacrum flickered to lifetime. What happened succeeding was like an out of body experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"Andrew Dickson White marriage ceremony, Blacked St. Bridget"music TV seemed to be a serial publication of sketch about bride ditching their stableman on their wedding day, so they could be with black men. The video recording opened with chimes playing Mendelsohn's Wedding Mar, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass beat, and a female chorus line chiming the Good Book"I Do"repeatedly.

The opening scene showed the rapper standing on a point like to those one would see in a striptease gild, make out with provocative exotic dancer. The backdrops were of backlit stained trash ‘ walls ’, evocative of church service windows. The dancers were all unseasoned white women, wearing assorted skimpy rig evocative of a bridal motive. All the female child were slender, with full-of-the-moon breasts and long, lustrous hair. Each girl wore a bridal veil of some sorting, white high-heels, and some skimpy T. H. White intimate apparel. One girl, a blonde, was wearing a lace bustier and panties. Another lady friend, a brunet, wore a lacey bra and panties and long, white satin gloves. A tierce girl, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and G-string panty, with a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The other girl in the ground were similarly attired.

The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper terminal', standardized to those scene in strip clubs. Jessica noted that the magnetic pole were painted a fertile, sinister mahogany brown and were highly polished. As the girl danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the polished brown perch, they mouthed the words to the `` I Do '' refrain. As the refrain ended, the television camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big blue heart directly into the television camera and sang the lyric `` I Do ... I Do inkiness Men, And Only Negro Men '' !

Jessica shivered when she heard this, and started to make notes about the lyrics. But as the song continued, it became apparent that this video, unlike the others, had almost no lyric poem. The music was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The only lyric came from the female Greek chorus. Again and again : `` I Do ... I Do Negroid Men, And Only Black Men '' !

The CRT screen cut to a beautiful blond bride walking down the aisle, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the Saint Brigid as the dancer that had closed the preceding scene. As the medicine continued, the camera shaft showed that the bride was in fact looking over the stableboy's shoulder joint, at the best man… a handsome, bald, Black man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rappers. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the doorknocker 's face. The stud runs his tongue over his mouth slowly, the Bride nods, hypnotized… We see her tamper nervously with her redolence.

The shot changes to the sunny exterior of the church service as the bride and groom emerge to a exhibitor of Elmer Reizenstein or bird food from all many of the wedding guests. They rush to the limo, where the stableman gallantly opens the threshold for his wife and lets her in ... but before he can climb in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curbing. A large black hired man reaches out, and closes the door. The groom and the wedding guests stand, stunned, on the church whole tone, as the limousine speeds away with the new bride. The common"Just Married"sign has been replaced with a augury that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the Interior of the limo, to a close up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful bride on her genu, between B-Love 's bare black stage. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her head bobs up and down in his lap, and blonde braid and veil leaping gently with her social movement. Her head shilling are timed perfectly with the music 's beat.

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A tingle went up Jessica 's acantha when she saw that scene. She wanted to be offended by such a blazing disrespect of the origination and spirituality of marriage. Instead, the boldness of the picture excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action on the screen, and the steady pulsation of the basso that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the outcome on the screen, she'd stopped taking preeminence. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her stage, resting her hand on her bulwark.

The refrain began again, and the scene shifted back to the 'stripper'setting. This metre it ended on a near up different dancer, the redhead. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the camera, unshrinking, and mouths the words `` I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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This clip, the place setting is a large and expensive looking reception anteroom. It 's a different wedding, with a different groom, and this time the bride is the carrottop. We see the Saint Bridget and groom in the response line, greeting their Guest. A large black man comes up to the Saint Brigid and smiles seductively, taking her hand and hugging it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his turgid black hands over her white-satin-clad tit. Her eyes widen in shock momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The stableman stands, staring, shocked at this behavior. He puts his manus on his wife's shoulder and tries to draw out her away ... but she slaps his hand, without stopping the osculation. He tries again and the Shirley Temple Black man, still kissing the St. Brigid, grabs the married man's face and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the trading floor. Then, as all the Edgar Albert Guest stare in jar, the disgraceful stud picks up the bride and carries her away. She tosses her bouquet over his liberal shoulders and a petite, tan blond maid of honor catches it. The female child holds the bouquet and a smell around confused ... then sees another Negroid stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her handwriting, and leads her out of the room behind the Saint Brigid and her bootleg stud poker ! The bouquet falls to the floor, and the scene cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another Bridget, mouthing the lyrics `` I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her fingers snake down the front end of her slacks ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in time with the music. It was such a born response, she didn't even notice she was doing it.
Jessica 's rubbing became more delirious as she watched the future vignette Menachem Begin ...

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This vignette shows this fairly white bride dancing with her bridegroom. A black he-man walks up behind the ostler, staring at the jolly St. Bridget lustfully. The stud, never breaking his bold stare into the bride's eyes, taps the groom on the shoulder and indicates that he would like to trip the light fantastic toe with the Saint Brigid. The bridegroom seems to object at first of all, but the bride smiles at the scantling, and gently pushes the stableman away. The bleak stud pulls her finish for the dancing, we see her center widen and coup d'oeil down ... we see the bootleg stud smiling ... There is another cut, this clock time to a widely shot of the saltation floor, replete of social dancer. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the terpsichore floor. The camera pans across the crowd, and focuses on an out-of-the way door. We cut to a stuffy up of the room access. There we see the beautiful bride, pinned against the wall, her Brobdingnagian Andrew D. White skirt hitched up around her waist, while the black stud thrusts against her mercilessly ... all in time with the beat of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping meter with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the full throws of Passion of Christ, so enraptured with the video that she was barely cognizant of her own existence… let alone aware of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the video ! Her face was flower, as she writhed in her hot seat, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the action unfold. Her nimble white fingers probed bass and deeper into the flock of her pink pussy, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in rhythm with the euphony. It was a miracle her centre even managed to continue open and focus on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the future vignette played ... and the succeeding ... and the next.

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Every scenario was the same ... a beautiful Stanford White Bride ditches her White River ostler for some smutty stud.

We see a white bride and groom posing with while cutting the wedding bar. The groom lovingly feeds his Saint Bride a sharpness of bar. There is a black server standing behind him, staring at the Brigid ... she meets his regard, and sucks the bloodless frosting off her hostler's digit. Then she holds up a while of bar for the groom. As he tries to bite his bar, she shoves it into his face. While the stableboy is wiping frosting out of his eyes, the black waiter whisks the bride and the cake out of reception anteroom and into the kitchen ... with the black kitchen faculty stare at the pair hungrily. The shot cuts to the bride's expensive white dress prevarication in a mess on the nasty kitchen floor. The television camera pans up to show the St. Bride lying across the kitchen's preparation table. She wears zero but a few strategically placed spot of blanched cake icing. She writhes in ecstasy as several pair of magnanimous black hands smear more patty icing all over her milklike white cutis. The camera circles the mesa as a large, half-naked black men surround the writhing white Saint Bridget and set about licking the frosting off her naked torso. The camera stops between the Brigid's pegleg ... but the view of her pussy is blocked by a black man's bald head ! She rests her lily-white hired man, with its shining wedding gang, on the dark man's bald pass !

Another sketch shows a somewhat blonde, sitting at the banquet mesa with her groom. The hostler is talking to his secure man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the St. Bride on the berm and whispers in her ear. The bride's eyes widen, and she smiles. Without saying a word to her hubby, the Saint Bridget gets up and follows her bride's maid out of the elbow room, down the hall, to a dressing room. Opening the door, she finds 3 mordant men groping her maid-of-honor. The St. Bride smiles and routine to the bride's maid who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her pinko apparel. The bride turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the feast elbow room. She can see her stableboy at the mesa ... he looks down the hallway ... briefly making eye contact. He waves for her to hail back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the room access behind her ! The tv camera shows several quick track of deal ( lightlessness men's mitt and white cleaning woman's hands ) ripping the tweed nightdress from the bride's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a bride adjusting her veil in front of a mirror. The door of her fertilisation room opens. She turns to see a bighearted black janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was hollow. Seeing the Saint Bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a minute, smiling at the lovely white girl. An tremendous bulge rises in the genitals of his cover-alls ... the Saint Brigid's eyes widen and she smiles and blush. The janitor, seeing her reaction, smiles too, and shuts the threshold of the bandaging room. We cut to wedding party in the front of the church, waiting for the bride so they can begin the ceremony. A beautiful char, presumably the bride's mother, walks to the changing room to get her daughter. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks open to let out her beautiful white daughter on her knees ( back to the television camera ) kneeling in front of a Negro man in her full bridal scrubs ! The mother stares for a moment, before another grim man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and drags her into the room.

This following sketch featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the threshold of her honeymoon suite. The groom kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smile ... The bridegroom holds up a finger, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to exact a shower get-go. The bride pouts, while the groom steps into the toilet. Then there is a knock at the threshold. It 's one of the hotel employees, a bighearted pitch blackness man, with a costless bottle of bubbly. The bride smiling and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the hostler is. The bride indicates the bathroom. The inglorious stud looks at the closed bathroom room access ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The photographic camera pans up the bride 's body, ending on her beautiful face ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her gloomy lip and shuffling her pes under her dress.

The next barb was made from a suspiciously low Angle, showing the groom coming out of the lav, toweling off ... he looks in the direction of the photographic camera, and his jaw drop curtain. The camera pulls back ... now we see the stableboy in the background. In the foreground, on either side of the screen, are the St. Bride 's peg sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the music. Suddenly, the lightlessness man rises from between the fille 's wooden leg, blocking our view of the stableboy. He continues thrusting into the girl, in time with her leg bounces, and the beat of the bass. We ca n't see any activity below his shank, but he is naked his muscular shameful trunk shine with perspiration. He takes a swig of champagne from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the St. Brigid. All the while, he continues thrusting, in time with the music 's musical rhythm. The bride's lily Andrew D. White men run up over his chest, and around his shoulder joint and neck opening as he dives back into action, out of the tv camera crack. The groom is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

irony can be a nauseous thing.

'' JESS ? MY GOD ! ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? ``

Jessica McFarland 's eyes bolted open, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her helping hand from her panties ... and found herself looking at a confused, and shocked husband. billystick stood in the dark hallway, just beyond the open doorway of Jessica's office, his center glancing from his wife to the concealment of her reckoner, and back again. The look on his face perfectly matched that of the teary-eyed groom in the honeymoon retinue.

'' Honey ... I 'm disconsolate ... it's just ... I thought you were asleep ... '' Jessica stammered as she clutched at her dampened panties.

'' I was ! But I woke up, hearing you moaning out here, like a kick in high temperature ... ''

That input alarmed Jessica. She had n't been aware she was moaning. For that matter, she hadn't really been aware she was masturbating until he-goat walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to realize how airless she had been to what would let been an earth-shattering orgasm. billy goat's unexpected arrival had prevented that, though. Her pussy still tingled…begging for attention, but at that moment, Jessica couldn't be concerned with finishing what she'd started. She was just too hinder.

truncheon continued `` I wondered what was going on ... I guess I found out, did n't I ? '' billystick cried ... the room was n't very wakeful, but Jess swore she could make out tears on billy 's human face. `` I ca n't think it ... in here, masturbating, watching that filth ! ``

'' babe, please ... '' Jess pleaded for her husband to understand ... but she knew it was futile. `` I did n't entail for this to ... it just ... it 's been so long, I could n't assure it ... Besides, it's not a big deal ... I was just masturbating ... and it's not even to porn, its just a music video. ``

But that was truncheon 's entire problem. The black men at body of work were treating him like red cent ... now he found his wife masturbating to the figure of muscular Shirley Temple men and white women in a music video. It was more than he could support.

'' It 's a crowd of god damn coon ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racialist language, but he could n't help himself.

'' Billy ! '' Jessica scolded, `` that is completely uncalled for ! What 's gotten into you ? '' She was starting to get angry. This was a incline of truncheon that she really did n't like.

'' I 'll tell you what 's gotten into me, '' he-goat cried, `` I 'm lying alone in my bed while my wife is watching video recording and imagining herself with a bunch of God-damned nigger ! ``

'' THAT 'S ENOUGH ! '' Jessica yelled. Now she was mad. `` I 'm sick and tired of you wallowing in your own self-pity ! I came to you twice tonight, begging you for sex ... begging ! You turned away, both times ! HOW DARE YOU complain that I 'm masturbating ! I would n't suffer to do that if you could GET IT UP FOR ONCE ! ``

As soon as the words left Jessica 's mouth, she regretted them. She wished she could take on them back, but she could n't, it was too of late. truncheon 's oculus widened with anger ... or fear ... or sorrow. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The full realisation of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica hard, and she felt sick to her breadbasket. Her finale gossip left her filled with guilt feelings. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so terrible ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer Monitor. The video had ended. She had no idea what the finale scene was. She thought about the fact that there were some other medicine videos she wanted to review, but after the battle with her husband, she didn't think she'd be able-bodied to concentrate on employment. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio apartment by 8am the succeeding day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedroom with her hubby, no uncertainty they'd be up half the night talking. As much as she wanted to sort affair out with he-goat, tomorrow night was the big consultation, and she needed to get some sleep. Jessica decided to sleep on the sofa in her base function. She grabbed a mantle from the linen wardrobe and a bottle of water before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the couch.

As Jessica lay her head down on her pillow and closed her oculus, thoughts and self-distrust swam through her tired mind. Her spousal relationship had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been intimate with her husband in calendar month, but now she was n't even capable to sleep next to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time ? Was that why he could n't spill the beans to her about his job ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so rivet on her vocation lately, that she 'd been neglecting her hubby 's problem ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to rivet on her personal life after the next night 's interview with Negro Phallus.

Jessica smiled as she drifted off to sleep. She resolved that matter would change ... after she got through the interview. Yes ... after the interview, thing would be dissimilar !

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The church building was full of faceless guests.

The groom stood at the altar ...

The bride stood in her grooming room, adjusting her humeral veil in the large standing mirror ...

The grim man stepped into the frame of her expression. He was tall and muscular ; he placed a large Diospyros ebenum bridge player on the bride 's shoulder.

The groom stood at the altar, the music stopped.

The guests'heads turned too follow the bride 's approach.

The bride sentinel in the mirror as two boastfully black helping hand circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white stays to shreds. White ivory and beads fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the floor ...

The black man 's hands slide over the newly exposed white belly of the Bridget ... and over her good livid breasts.

The groom taps his foot, raises his hand up and looks at his watch.

The Edgar Albert Guest turn to each former, there are murmurs of confusion.

The bride watches as the black man 's paw move over her tit pinching and teasing her stiffening pink teat, then up under the humeral veil, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the face of Jessica McFarland.

The groom turns towards the back of the church ... screech ... `` JESS ! ? MY GOD ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? ! '' It 's Billy ... tears stream down his face.

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Jessica bolted erect in the bed, her full moon white breast heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd better exact a cold shower and get to mold and devise for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the shower, she made sure to crank the inhuman water system up in high spirits. For some intellect her hide felt like it was on fire. It wasn't pain in the ass, it was an extraordinary sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of sexual tension. This was the same sexual tension that had been building up through week and workweek of sexlessness. This was the Sami tensity that had led her to masturbate the previous eventide, while watching Joseph Black member's explicit picture. It was the same intimate stress that had led her to shout at Billy…and devote her that awful nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that video ? How could she stargaze about herself as one of those brides…cheating on nightstick ? And why did that ambition make her aftermath up so horny ?

Thanks to her aspiration, her guilt was in full gear. She tried to remind herself that she'd been trying to start lovemaking with billy for calendar month, but her own atrocious tidings kept coming back to haunt her. How could she make said those awful matter to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that billy 's impotence was somehow her geological fault. He must have felt neglected by her recent career centering, or maybe threatened by her Recent success. But in any eccentric, she was going to fix it !

As the cold water supply cascaded over her perfect white body, Jessica planned her evening. After the interview, they would go out for a nice, placidity, wild-eyed dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got home, Jessica would reach truncheon a skillful massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be nice and relaxed, and then she 'd originate lovemaking. To micturate certainly it would n't fail, she 'd start off by giving him oral examination sex. viva sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the mentation of taking a penis in her mouth to be sodding.

Once Jessica was out of the exhibitioner, she selected some of her sexiest intimate apparel. She decided that would wear it all day, so that when she and billy got home, she could exuviate her clothing the right way in front of him, and let him see what she had planned. The intimate apparel set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sale at the Hidden W.C. intimate apparel storehouse, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of Shirley Temple satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong step-in, a equalize garter whang, and a duet of smuggled thigh-high hose stockings.

As she dressed in the corps de ballet, she admired her rumination in her uncut mirror. The contraband lace and satin complimented her fair complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her business firm, 36c breasts, without binding her flesh. The pantie rode her hips creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful round egg white ass exposed with the thong back. The supporter complimented the bra and panties set, and the thigh-high black-market hosiery gave the sexiness of fishing net stockings, without looking unprofessional under a skirt. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful melanise skirt and blazer that could be worn on-air for the evening's interview and then to dinner at a Nice restaurant afterwards. By the metre Jessica was completely dressed, billystick was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm sorry honey, '' Jessica cooed, resting a ticklish hand on her married man 's berm, `` I never should throw said those awfully matter ! ''

Billy smiled half-heartedly at his married woman. She 'd been very injurious to him hold up night, but she always had such a Sweet voice. It was always seemed both girlishly innocent and seductively throaty at the Saami time.

'' I 'm no-good too ... '' Billy shrugged, looking down at his shoes, once again, unable to look his wife in the eye, `` its just ... you know ... ''

'' I know all about it honey ! '' Jessica said softly. She took his Kuki-Chin in her hand and raised his aspect so that he was forced to spend a penny eye link. `` I think I understand why you 've been so upset lately. ``

'' You do ? '' Billy was surprised. How did she figure out what the job was ?

'' Uh-huh '' Jessica squeaked girlishly, and nodded. `` I know things have been difficult since I started work at KNEN, and I 'm sorry. I 've had this big audience coming up, and it 's had me completely stressed out. ``

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... doorknocker. '' billy club felt his stemma start to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the wrong thing to say. Her guilty conscience over the late night took appreciation again ... again casting herself as the neglectful married woman. It was bad enough that this assigning had taken so a good deal of her attention lately, but then for him to trance her masturbating to one of their videos ... And what a video ... it was practically pornographic ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'KNEN had warned her about. Jessica was n't about to let them intimidate her, but she thought she had better warn Billy.

'' Billy '' Jessica started, `` I have to interview those hood tonight in the studio apartment ... and ... Well, given what I 've learned about them, I 'm ... afraid that they 'll try something shady. ``

Billy stared at Jessica. She continued speaking before he could respond.

'' I do n't think it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a conciliatory flavor, `` but they might try some kind of publicity stunt ... zilch dangerous, but something you might not like. The network really wants this audience, they 're ready for it ... and I might have to go along with it, for the sake of the show. ``

'' Maybe I should be there, '' Billy croaked softly, not liking what he was hearing, `` you know ... for moral documentation. ``

Jessica looked at her married man lovingly, and kissed him. In venom of the awing affair she 'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to give her his lovemaking and backup.

'' Oh truncheon, I love you ! '' Jessica smiled, `` Why do n't you number by the studio tonight ! I 'd like that. That would be perfect ! ``

'' perfect tense ? '' billy 's curio was peaked, `` What do you mean ? ''

'' aspect, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a manus over her hubby 's shoulder joint. `` I know matter have been unmanageable lately, and maybe I 've been too wrapped up in my vocation. I 'm afraid I 've caused some confusion about where my antecedency are. I just want you to know that I 'm planning something special for you tonight ! ``

'' Really ? '' truncheon smiled eagerly `` What ? ``

'' I ca n't tell you, it 's a surprise ! '' Jess whispered coyly. `` But rest assured, after tonight 's audience is done, there 's not going to be anymore confusion about where my tenderness lie ! You're going to see a unhurt new slope of me. I promise ! ``

With that, she kissed him on the cheek, and was out the door.


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a fast coming together with her producer and went over the programme for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would demonstrate a fiddling background information on the chemical group, and introduce each of the music videos before conducting the interview with Black penis. Jessica was gladiolus of this. Due to all the mess with billystick the old evening she hadn't been capable to look out all the videos. Seeing the videos before the interview would give her the opportunity to devise More query. The only actual problem Jessica now had was that her assistant didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a vivid smile and a deep brown, water, or juice. This was not the case today. It was almost noontide before Sarah finally did show up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like most of the crowd, Sarah was usually flighty on broadcast years, but today she seemed bad. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed shake up and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the former day. Sarah thought the doorknocker were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ publicity stunt'they might pluck in the studio. Sarah was no doubt extra nervous about them being in the studio that Nox. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally perfect make-up looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very exhaust and her dress also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the same clothes she had worn the previous day ! Had the poor girl not slumber ? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the opportunity to utter with her new Quaker and assistant.

"Sarah, is everything all right ?"Jessica asked, resting a manus on her assistant's shoulder,"You seem out of kind today."

"Sorry Jessica,"Sarah smiled weakly, and maybe a little nervously,"I don't know what you mean…"

"wellspring,"Jessica raised an eyebrow,"I mean you were lately getting in this morn, and you seem a picayune distracted today. Are you sure enough you're okeh ? Are those.. aren't those the Lapplander clothes you wore yesterday ?"

"Oh, yeah"Sarah smiled,"I had a rough dark last night. Up form of late… you know…"

"Before a studio academic session day ! ?"Jessica was surprised. Sarah knew better than that. Everybody had to operate at one hundred ten pct on program days.

"fountainhead, I was helping Black penis test their equipment for tonight, think of ?"Sarah smiled weakly"We were getting meddlesome most of the night ... I mean ... busy most of the night, getting matter cook !"

"Oh, of course, Sarah, I'm so sorry, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should have gotten some boy from engineering to help out."

"Oh, they did… I mean, we did. We were up all night ... I ended up sleeping here in my office."Sarah smiled.

"So, things went well then ?"Jessica asked.

"Oh,"Sarah nodded, looking blankly into Jessica's big blue eyes,"it went a lot ameliorate than I expected. I learned a lot about the group, and I have a whole new respect for what they're doing."

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to learn how much Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the music, but would never have believed her conservativist, demure young helper would have been able to look past the airfoil of the language. When Sarah had first learned that Joseph Black Phallus would be featured on the program, she'd been disgusted. The musical theme that Sarah had gained any respect for that kind of group made Jessica more than a niggling curious."How ? I mean ..."

"wellspring,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary resolution,"it would take a farsighted time to explain and I don't think we have fourth dimension. I think they need you in shit up, then they're going to need to set up the Christ Within, so you'd better get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those lights are like !"Sarah's last input was made as she steered Jessica towards the salad dressing elbow room and thrust a invigorated H2O bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to hide something, but as lots as she wanted to uncover the mystery, she simply didn't have the time. Sarah was justly, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the interview. The truth would have to hold off until another day.

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Within the hr, Jessica was at the backbone desk, going over her while the set's technologist busied themselves around her. After Black person member's lighting preferences had been programmed in the late even, the studio apartment lighting needed to be reconfigured to outflank luminance Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio apartment sparkle, Jessica couldn't assistance but feel like the igniter were raging than rule. Certainly, studio lighting always put out a lot of oestrus, but tonight the illumination'heat seemed especially stark. Jessica found herself drinking nursing bottle after bottleful of ice piss. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making certain that Jessica never ran out of the water that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any idea that the water was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense sexual rousing in women, with some liquid"e"XTC mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her helper, as she was handed her quartern bottle of water,"Does it look warm in here to you ?"

"What…"Sarah babbled nervously,"well, yes. I mean, of trend it is. It's probably just the lights."She smiled weakly at Jessica, and tried desperately to avoid eye contact.

"Still…"Jessica replied, trying to neglect her assistant's unusual demeanor,"it seems warmer than usual. Why don't you check with the floor manager ? I think the AC needs to be turned up."

"Actually, I think that is intentional,"Sarah retorted quickly,"I mean, it was requested by black Phallus, you know, one of the conditions they had about doing you…your show ... the show, was that they wanted the studio environment to be controlled, set to their specifications."

"Really ?"Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a draft from her piss feeding bottle."I can empathise light and sound, and even camera piece of work, but the temperature ? Those Black genus Phallus guy rope seem a bit domineering."

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the weewee level in Jessica's flow bottle,"I learned that lastly night. They like to postulate arrant command of everything !"

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her centre and took a deep hint as she fanned herself with her note cards."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this heat. How much farseeing ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her bottle of water.

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another bottleful."Not much farsighted now I think. It's about forty-five minutes ‘ til transmit time. The Guy from tech are setting up and checking the webcast software."

Jessica had forgotten about the webcast. While the show was being recorded, it would be airing alive on pay per view and also being broadcast on pay-per-view web access.

"Great, not much fourth dimension then."Jessica sighed."Are they here yet ? I'd like to meet them before the interview."

"Umm… yes, they're here, but they're in make up."Sarah replied.

"Good, I'm glad they're actually here. I'd hate to go live tonight with nothing to show the public !"

"Oh, I'm sure that won't be a problem !"Sarah smiled.

"Is war paint very officious ?"Jessica asked, looking at herself in a nearby Monitor."I think I need a fast mite up before we go on. All this heat is making me sweat and I don't want my nerve to be shiny for the interview."

Sarah giggled,"I don't suppose our viewer are going to mind a glistening face !"Jessica shot her help a puzzled look. Sarah immediately spoke again,"…but I'll go find a make up person right away !"With that Sarah dashed away from Jessica McFarland as quickly as possible, trying desperately to asphyxiate a laugh.

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There was a sense of great expectation on the air, and as the 60 minutes of the interview approached, the tension in the studio's atmosphere got higher and gamey. Jessica found herself getting very anxious, more so than rule for one of her interviews. For one affair, baton still had n't arrived in the studio, like he said he would be. She could n't opine where he 'd got to. He knew where the studio was. She just hoped that he arrived before the broadcast started, otherwise security system might not let him in, once they were on the air.

Jessica's nervous vigour and countless bottle of water resulted in a much needed bathroom breaking. She returned from her open frame proceedings before the programme, and the tension of the studio was even warm than before she'd left wing. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on live boob tube tonight, but there was to be a live web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap group in the country… maybe even the globe ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like Black Phallus would almost certainly take vantage of the uncensored interview segment to present some kind of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the network would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly nervous. It was a signified of nervousness that Jessica knew that the whole stave of"The Whole Truth"news programme shared. That shared nervousness was demonstrated when the war paint girl spilled a bottle of stand physical composition down the front of Jessica's ignominious blazer… with mere minutes to air clock time !

The girl was very apologetic,"I'm so deplorable Ms. McFarland ... person bumped into me and I lost my grip on the bottle !"

Indeed, Jessica had seen a mordant crewmember walk by just as heather mixture was opening the make-up bottle. funny, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned wardrobe to contribute another sport jacket for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could protest, she was being stripped out of her pitch-black top by the busy hands of a closet artist ! This was particularly embarrassing since the black blazer that Jessica had worn that evening was a conclude jacket crown with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not worn one ! Jessica's sexy black"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the looks she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a second. This was a rattling event that she did not demand to go through right before an interview.

"let hustle masses, we've got 3 minutes to air !"A voice buzzed over the intercom, from the phone booth.

The wardrobe fille immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the make up little girl finished her job. The woman worked briskly and busily around Jessica's fount and body. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was cognizant that the shuffling up girl was smearing some access infrastructure across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a twinkling, the make up young woman and wardrobe girl were gone.

"One minute multitude !"The director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the sight of her new jacket ! The jacket was a glorious royal stag blue color, with a Joseph Black choker, but no lapels. There was also a disgraceful pattern going up the sides, to emphasise Jessica's hourglass pattern. The job was that the cap had a"U"shaped neckline about six inches wide, and ending in the midsection of Jessica's chest. The designer crownwork would have looked very professional if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket crown exposed a generous sum of the inner portion of Jessica's whitish blanched tit, and even a bit of her nigrify demi-bra's center ! The press female child had given her the wrong kind of cap !

"Hey !"Jessica called out,"I need a blouse, or a different jacket ! warm ! Wardrobe !"

"Sorry, that's all we could ascertain !

"I've got a spare jacket in my office"Jessica offered,"if you could send somebody ..."

"No prison term !"the theater director called over the microphone,"don't worry, you look great ! We're live in five… four… three… two…Cue Music !"


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Backstage, in the Green elbow room, one of the VIP wait rooms down the hall from the studio, Billy McFarland sat in a magnanimous overstuffed president and anxiously waited for his married woman's news program to begin. The way was grand ... with soft lighting, deep furnishing, and a fully stocked complimentary bite and drink bar, with a refrigerator. The paries of the elbow room were paneled in mahogany tree and decorated with African tribal masque. One wall featured a built-in blood plasma high-definition television monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In spite of the opulent surroundings, Billy was highly agitated.

He'd arrived late, been hassled by security measure downstairs. It shouldn't have been a job, if these had been the Saame guy cable that normally carded him on his way into the construction. But since he didn't normally on Saturdays, the Saturday afternoon security work party was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncer for some black nightclub. In any slip, these cat insisted on scanning baton's ID.

"Sorry Sir,"one of the burly blackened ship's officer shrugged, handing Billy his card,"but this ID doesn't appear to be valid."

"What ?"Billy replied,"There must be some mistake. Try it again, I work here !"

The guard swiped the board through the proofreader again… looked at his computer screen and shrugged again."Sorry sir, you don't seem to be in the system."

These Guy claimed to have problems scanning his ID. Billy knew it was bullshit. These black bastards were giving him problem because he was a Edward Douglas White Jr. guy."I don't have time for this dogshit, I have to get to the studio !"

The 2d black-market guard stepped in front of Billy, blocking his course. Billy couldn't supporter but back away in fearfulness of the hulk, muscled black man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guard duty took twenty hour to ‘ verify truncheon's indistinguishability'with the security measure spot. They didn't bother apologizing. As billy pushed past the beefy black sentry go, he shouted that that his married woman was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to possess them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the result that baton expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

nightstick was getting into the elevator when the guards shouted their response for everybody in the pressure group to listen ..."beef, A fine char like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

That struck a spunk ... Billy choked on his madness as the elevator doors closed and the laugh echoed through the lobby. No matter. By Monday morning time, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the time Billy got to the floor where the studio was, the program had started. The studio apartment protection, another yoke of black bodybuilder chucker-out eccentric, refused to permit him into the studio, now that the programme was in forward motion. Instead, baton was escorted to the putting green elbow room and told to catch the broadcast from there.

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Becky Davenport trembled in nervous anticipation as she anxiously watched the concealment and waited for the show to start. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be able to look out the interview on television !

Becky had called her sister Sarah a dyad of 24-hour interval earlier, hoping to get a VIP bye to gossip the studio that night and actually meet the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the grouping was not appropriate to for Becky to even listen to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to more of their ‘ filth ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sis would not relent. Becky's friend Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber party to watch the interview on Laura's computer with some of their supporter, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't allow her to sleep over at a friend's menage on a schoolhouse night ! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next morning, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to detect a voice-mail on her prison cell sound. The subject matter was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit scorecard number so that Becky could order the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be home that night so she had the wholly house ... and the big TV in the living room ... all to herself. That night was one of the rarified juncture that Becky's overprotective parents left her home alone. Her father, was at his mid-week church meeting. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able to do it ! She was going to be able to learn the consultation with Black Phallus, her favorite music group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. Aythya americana's humble white hands were trembling with so much excitement and apprehension that she could barely dial the phone number for the pay-per-view service. A feel of prickly heat tingled through the white teen's back and shoulders as she registered her sister's mention card information. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the sustenance room couch, all alone in her house, watching the video intently, as the opening title of"The Whole accuracy"played on the screen and the program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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"trade good evening, I'm Jessica McFarland, and this is ... The unit true statement !"Jessica intoned in her professional demeanor.

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the nighttime's story, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the varan. The inner one-half of each of her full, milky white breasts were clearly visible. She looked like a high-priced call missy, so some kind of porno-film variant of herself. She tried to brush aside her quandary and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The Whole Truth'about ‘ Joseph Black Phallus ’, America's most controversial, and most popular, underground rap group. Their first album, ‘ Only cancel'has already sold over a million copies in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct internet sales. Their music is heard in Nox baseball club and adolescent'rooms across the country."

Jessica could barely reduce on the row scrolling up the teleprompter screen. The heat of the studio lights on her bare breast was a constant reminder of how lots of her segmentation was on exhibit for the camera and America to see. Jessica positioned her arms in a way that she hoped blocked the camera's view of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are storm, given the fact that their euphony was never aired on the radio, or television, and banned from some record stores'shelves ! The reason for this is because some in the government and the media claim that the group is simply too abhorrent to be broadcast. Black phallus's lyrics are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their video have never been seen on television because of the sexual content and allegedly offensive nature. Some medicine web official have gone so far as to label the video as being pornographic or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glimpse of herself in a studio reminder. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her blazon failed to obliterate the segmentation that her cap was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her arm around attempting to encounter a more small airs, everything she did seemed to show off her segmentation even more. Jessica's optic darted between the prompter and the monitor as she continued trying to obtain a more professional position and read the teleprompter at the Lapplander time.

"Black Phallus claims that the use of such extreme point mental object in their music is meant to state their deeply-held political philosophy about democratic theme and societal value. In short, they make the age-old claim of every controversial artist ... that their controversial material is artistically justify exemption of verbal expression. They point out other so-called ‘ explicit'vocal that are given radio and video sport and ask why they are singled out for ailment. The group claims that they are victims of racial discrimination. They claim that that they are being censored because their euphony is perceived as a threat to the white establishment. They say that there are some in white America that wants their vocalization silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will teach just what Negroid Phallus wants them to know !"

The jitteriness in Jessica's voice could barely be disguised. In her attempts to cover herself in front of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to become rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to miss confidence, it would be bad for her television introduction and fatal for her interview. She abandoned her attempts to find a more demure tv camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they creative person victimized by a racist establishment ? Are they simply vulgar pornographers ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But first, we're going to depict you the videos that the euphony video channels won't. All this, and more, after a legal brief breakout, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a little as she read those concluding melodic phrase off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the interview, and worried about the publicity stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the video were going to be shown that Nox ... on air, with her in the studio apartment ! Memories of watching the telecasting the old nighttime ... and the effect that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the telecasting wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the other night ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby Monitor ... she was sweating a little ... and her milklike white knocker were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under controller. She guzzled the feeding bottle of water system under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.

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Billy sat stunned during the commercial suspension. What the the pits were they making his Jessica wearing ? Her tits were almost completely exposed by the jacket she was wearing ! Why the hell would she agree to fag out such a thing ?

He walked over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

Then suddenly he smiled. Of course ! This was part of Jessica's surprisal ! She was going to show off her consistency a lilliputian on television ... then after the broadcast she'd wear that minuscule outfit to dinner ... and home ... very naughty !

That was why he wasn't able to get into the studio ! He was being intentionally delayed so the kit would be a surprise !

That must be the reason. Billy sat back to watch over the rest of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

he-goat tried to snub the sinking belief in his stomach that was telling him that he was wrong.

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During the brief break, Sarah Davenport quickly rushed on-set to put four more bottleful of ice-cold water supply under Jessica's desk.

sightedness her assistant, and realizing that the prison-breaking afforded her an chance, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the spare part jacket out of my bureau. I can't remain a curriculum looking like this !"Jessica spread her arms and showed the ridiculous sum of beautiful white segmentation that her jacket exposed.

Sarah looked at Jessica's beautiful White person cleavage and bit her lip nervously."Of course Jess… I mean Ms. McFar… Jessica."The young beauty stammered.

Jessica couldn't aid but notice the unusually anxious behavior her normally quieten and collected assistant was displaying. Jessica also suddenly noticed that Sarah's blouse was mis-buttoned, and her white lace bra was visible.

"Sarah,"Jessica whispered to her assistant,"You've got some button out of place. The speed three are undone, and the in-between one is out of sync with the button holes."

"Oh ! Oops !"Sarah quickly reached up to fix her push ... and that's when Jessica noticed something really unusual.

"Sarah !"Jessica exclaimed,"where is your battle ring ?"

Sarah hesitated for a moment, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservative young woman left the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing an unusual amount of her segmentation. Her white lacy bra was even more seeable than it had been before she fixed her blouse !

"What ? ... oh ... uh ..."Sarah finally answered,"Oh, I just left it at home this dawn. I was worried about misplacing somewhere at work."

Now Jessica knew something was awry."Sarah, are you trusted everything is all right ?"Jessica asked quietly.

"Yeah.."Sarah answered, sweating now."Yeah, I'm fine, why ?"

"I don't know ..."Jessica smiled."It's just that earlier ... you told me that you spent the night here in your authority, and just now you said you left your ring at home ..."

Sarah's center widened, and she briefly bit her lip."Oh ... oh ..."she giggled,"I'm sorry, did I say at home, I meant in my place. I left my annulus in my office."

Jessica continued,"... but ..."

Sarah hesitated again ..."looking at ... we'll have to talk about this after the show ... there isn't time to go into it now."Sarah fled the set before Jessica could respond.

"Why is the girl so canny ?"Jessica wondered. She didn't have time to wonder for very long, because the conductor's vox boomed over the studio intercommunication system, interrupting Jessica's wagon train of thought.

"... vertebral column IN FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

Jessica finished her bottle of water, smiled brightly, and turned to the photographic camera, as Holy Writ lit up on the teleprompter.


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"Pornographic, racist, offensive. These are the Logos that music picture network executive used in describing why they have continually refused to air music TV created by the medicine group"Black member ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the video can not air on regularly broadcast television. The decision has resulted in preventing all of those music videos from ever airing on goggle box ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to focus on the teleprompter and ignore the epitome of herself on the studio reminder. Her chest was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to gleam with perspiration. This was not unnoticed by the pitch-black male studio apartment crew.

"Tonight we, we at The Whole Truth, are able to present these telecasting, in their entireness. We have managed to do this only because this audience is being carried on pay-per-view place, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the material you see tonight will be shown in its entirety. a lot of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered offense. After these videos are aired tonight, check tuned for an exclusive interview with the artists responsible, and hear what they have to say about their euphony, their videos, and their unusual doctrine about society, culture, and race."

Jessica's mind briefly flashed forward to the audience later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally confront these outrageous black rappers. How would she possibly be capable to conduct such an interview wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the Saami men that specialized in sensory, sexually explicit lyrics about white women. What horrifying comments might they attain about her body if they saw her in this jacket ?

"The first music picture that"The unit Truth"will show you tonight fear Black Phallus's purview on the concept of marriage. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit language and TV footage. Black phallus claims that this expressed fabric is vitally necessary to emphasize the distributor point that they are trying to make about what they call,"unnatural cultural values ”. Critics claim that the music television, like the euphony itself, is simply purile pornography and an affront to a time-honoured tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally foresightful pause at this point, her mind wandering to the paradigm she'd seen in the music video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and fail look on her husband's face.

And now,"The Whole the true"presents Black phallus's"egg white hymeneals ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the song ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these revelatory and explicit Good Book on air !

"White Wedding, Blacked Bride !"Jessica tried to maintain a professional demeanor, but couldn't assist but shiver as the vocal's complete title left her mouth. She could even palpate a shudder ... one she'd felt the previous evening when she'd seen the video.

The video feed cut to the opening move of the medicine video, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The cobbler's last prison term she'd seen this television she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to happen here ... she couldn't allow people to think that Shirley Temple member's medicine telecasting turned her on ! Still, she couldn't service but bill that respective dyad of eyes in the studio were glued to the monitor filmdom as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to find something to disquiet her from the television playing on reminder all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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"I gave her all the water, just like you said."Sarah said quietly to the hulking black var. of Tom Watkins ... manager of Joseph Black Phallus. They were in her office.

"And the temperature and stage brightness level are at the setting I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the Whitney Young woman's breasts and kneading them roughly through the sleek material of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her paw over Tom mightily chest, and under his jacket."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a mitt down to Tom's mole, rubbing the tremendous rock music heavily jut in his trousers.

"Say it Sarah !"Watkins commanded,"don't imply. Say it !"

"You said you'd fuck me !"Sarah whimpered ..."You said you'd fuck me with your BIG BLACK COCK like you did last night !"

"Of course I will Sarah, but you know what you have to do to get us started !"Tom smiled.

Sarah backed away, not wanting to leave the mordant man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingers over the clitoris of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full, fast breasts, encased in their Andrew D. White lacy bra. Sarah's voiced ovalbumin pelt was covered with hickeys ... hickeys she'd received the former evening, from many black mouths.

Tom reached a large Shirley Temple hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her fully firm titty, and hard nipples. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating military action ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, human face to fount with Tom's mole. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black pecker, nuzzling Tom's mole, inhaling his manly scent ... a scent laced with the EI enhanced X Serum hormone !

"You know what to do Sarah ! Don't keep me waiting !"Tom whispered."We don't have a great deal meter. You have to be ready for your persona of the display tonight !"

Sarah immediately worked her spry white fingers over Tom's zipper, and freed his grievous 12 in melanise cock. Taking it quickly in both her tiny white handwriting, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating brown optic, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'Billy thought to himself as he watched the Black Phallus picture."I can't believe they would put this drivel on television set, let alone queer my wife to it, and make her do a narrative about them. Don't they realize the kind of publicity this will generate for these ... deviant ?"This is nauseated ! Who would love this shit ?"

But Billy knew who would enjoy this ‘ shit ’. His wife. This was the same video he had caught her observance ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the other night. But he didn't want to think of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."Nobody could possibly watch this garbage !"

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Becky davenport stared dewy-eyed at the sexy white brides and pitch-dark stud in different erotic scenarios on her TV projection screen. She'd heard that"total darkness Phallus"videos were pretty gamy, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Her parents had always taught her that pre-marital sex was sordid. The idea of a wife cheating on her husband was wicked. But this video recording didn't stop there ... this video showed new white St. Brigid ditching their stableboy on their wedding day and giving themselves to black men instead !

Deep down Becky knew that she should find the concept disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the video that was hotter than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty new red-header dropped a hand to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her fitted tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her bridge player up under her tee, and began stroking her two-dimensional white tum, never taking her eyes from the action.

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By the time the video ended, Jessica McFarland's eye were glued to the proctor good her desk. She'd wanted desperately to ignore the telecasting, but its pull was just too warm. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a firm effect on her as it had the previous night.

All the like, she was grateful that the picture ended when it did.

She turned her attention back to the tv camera and teleprompter and composed herself as the video ended.

"As you can see, the video is certainly provocative, and there is grounds for tilt, but that's not the only if video we have for you tonight, and others are every bit as controversial. See the side by side video, after these message from our sponsor."

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"Every bit as controversial ?"truncheon didn't like the sound of that. The inaugural picture had been a disgusting slight against the asylum of wedlock. The words were explicit, and the video footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ objective ’.

He shuddered to retrieve how the next telecasting could be spoilt ... Billy was even More troubled by the fact that that the ‘ artists'responsible for this filth would be sitting in from his beautiful, well-informed wife in a thing of minutes.

Jessica was getting increasingly worried. She worried about the succeeding two videos they were going to demo ... videos that she hadn't yet seen."Every bit as controversial"the teleprompter said ... that had her worried. What if ... what if it turned her on ... like the first one had done ? She was also worried about the consultation ... could she stay master ?

Jessica's train of mentation was rudely interrupted by her make-up female child's smiling face and meddlesome manus."Pardon me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the light. You're looking a little shiny."

Heather Christiansen had just been hired a hebdomad ago, and while she seemed a petty inexperient, she was very eager to please. She'd asked for Jessica's autograph already, not for herself, but for her don. She was quite scented, actually, even if she was a bit over-eager.

Jessica looked into the monitor lizard ... she looked a little shining, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her human face for the girl to utilize some touch-up, to cut down the shine. The missy spritzed Jessica's face with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the girl lowered the soft puff to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the action at law ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that damn crown ! She could here the hushed masculine voices of the stagehand and cinematographer. She could finger their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a real recoil from watching the pretty young make-up girl"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Calluna vulgaris !"Jessica sternly admonished the Cy Young make-up daughter,"Was that really requirement ?"

"Sorry Mrs. McFarland,"the composition miss grinned sheepishly,"its just that ... well ... skin is skin ... and you were too shiny."

"Just tell Sarah to hurry with that jacket crown please !"Jessica snapped, hearing chuckles from some of the men in the studio. How could she get allowed herself to go on tonight, looking like this ?

"I'll see if I can get her."the constitution young woman responded, rushing off set as the director's vocalism boomed over the intercom ...

"BACK IN FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The humiliation of infidelity, and familial grounds of interracial unfaithfulness. That is the guinea pig of the next"pitch blackness Phallus"video. Again, we need to remind you of the spiritualist nature of tonight's broadcast. looker discreetness is advised. And now,"The Whole accuracy"presents Shirley Temple Phallus's video,"Nigga in the Sir Henry Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting word on her programme, but"Black Phallus"had demanded, in their contract, that nothing about the eve's broadcast could be censored. The requirement had been honored by KNEN. But the words were the to the lowest degree of her worry. Jessica was terrified that she would get publicly aroused by the television's substance. But no topic how much she may receive wanted to try and neglect the image flickering across all the monitors in the studio apartment, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the picture yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her audience the telecasting's stars and producer in the next part of the show.

thing didn't seem so bad, once the video started. While as crude oil as the previous video, this song and video seemed geared towards sense of humor. At least ... at first ...

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The video opens with a fit in a hospital rescue elbow room. We hear the strains of the corny love Song"Your having my baby ”. We see a white yuppie hubby with a video tv camera, taping his wife in the saving room, as she's about to throw nativity. In spite of the mental process of rescue, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

"Here it comes !"says the doctor,"I see the head !"

The yuppie holds his wife's hand in one hired hand, and the camera in the early"Here he comes honey !"

We see from the perspective of the tv camera ... the head of the bed, where the husband is standing with his wife. We see the wife's spread head legs spread wide, a material draped covering her groin, and the doctor leaning down, pulling the babe out ...

A sound byte begins to play ... a rich teller booms"Congratulations, you are the father of a gallant baby…"

"NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE !"An obnoxious voice interrupts just as the doctor pulls the baby up into opinion, revealing a pitch-black babe boy !

Your wife gave nativity to her baby boy,
but something looks a little damage,
His skin 's a little too darkness to be considered whitened,
Was that bun in your married woman 's oven too long ?
HA !

Speakin'of long, what 's with his dick ?
It 's as big as yours but how can that be ?
It 's not only long, but browned and thick
That arm he 's packin'ai n't from YOUR kin tree !

look like you got yourself a
NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE ! !
Wifey been less than true
NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE !
Now what you gon'do ...
WHITEBOY ?


The rap goes on to tell the story of how it happened… there is a series of ‘ flashback scenes ’. The rappers sing about how hubby shouldn't have left his wife alone all day ... while he was at body of work.

There is a scene of hubby leaving for body of work in the aurora ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the brim. She's a mellifluous, innocent, Marcia James Buchanan Brady character. She stands in the threshold of their lovely suburban home, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a legal transfer motortruck pulls up to the house.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"uncovering out what Big Brown Packages can do for you !"The rescue man, one of the muscular black stud poker from"Black phallus ”, walks up to the theatre with a declamatory box. His musculus flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waistline level, indicating that the married woman needs to sign for delivery. As she leans down to bless the receipt, her robe falls open slightly, revealing her flawless segmentation. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a immense bulge growing in the delivery man's boxers ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brown eyes. Before the wife can resist, the black delivery man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the house, slamming the doorway behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed front room access of the house. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, black paperboy in his late teens, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the wife's sidewalk. He's grinning.

The shot cuts to a close up of a bedroom nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding exposure of the hubby and married woman, in an expensive crystal frame. The flesh is shaking ... as is the unanimous nightstand. Suddenly the marriage photo falls off the nightstand and the beautiful human body shatters. The injection widens to register the beautiful physical body shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful brass bed headboard, banging against a rampart. We can see the wife's wrists are tied to the nerve bed Wiley Post with packing tapeline. There is a brief close up of her face, she is moaning and smiling. The camera pulls back, showing the black deliverance man, in undifferentiated, shirt tails covering his ass and the wife's long whiteness legs wrapped around his waistline. The photographic camera pulls back further, out the bedroom windowpane, where we see the black teenager peeping, and recording the action on his cellular phone speech sound."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

She's too fine to be alone
so what you wife gon'do
When she sees a slap-up Big Black… MAN ?

She wants to be truehearted
She wants to be reliable
But we ai n't gon na let that befall !

She 's got a deep dark need
We got potent nigga cum
Now we gon'get crack-a-lackin !
UNH ! !

The next shot we see is another shot of husband leaving for body of work, with the wife standing at the door in her bathrobe. hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the lips. She stands in the doorway waving good-bye.
Just after husband leaves, the muscular, opprobrious paperboy rides up the house's front sidewalk and pulls a newspaper from his pack. He acts like he's going to hand it to the wife, but drops it before she can take it in her hand. She bends down to pick it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her rich bloodless cleavage. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his headspring, then flips open his electric cell speech sound. Her eyes widen as she sees the picture he's shot of her and the delivery man.
She looks up at his aspect, shaking her read/write head. He continues grinning, and nods.

There is a agile cut to the theme boy's firing of newspapers dropping to the porch footprint, and then a shot of his bicycle laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a dig of the front door slamming. Cut to the inside of the house. The black macho-man point of view in the entryway of the house, facing the photographic camera. The wife is on her human knee, facing him, her back to the tv camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The paper boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newspaper. The wife stands up, back still to the television camera, and the bottom of the shot ending just below her waist, and drops her robe, revealing her nude dead body to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the sleeping accommodation, the wife on all fours, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper as the black stripling fucks her ass. Again, the shot is arranged so that little actual nudeness is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

Cut to the next day. We see hubby leaving for employment once again ... with wifey standstill in the doorway in her robe. Hubby leans forward to kiss his married woman on the lips, but she turns away, and he lands one on her cheek instead. He gets in his car and she waves good bye. As soon as hubby drives away, the milkman walks up the driveway with a crateful of milk bottle. Again, it's one of the behemoth bootleg rapper from"pitch blackness Phallus ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the milk feeding bottle from the crate, licking her lips hungrily. The black milk man stares at her back talk and smiles. The milk man shoves the wife into her house. Cut to the porch and the wife's milk feeding bottle dropping to the ground and shattering on the cement, sending creamy whitened milk splashing everywhere. The door slams behind them.

We see a brief shot of the organization headboard again, followed by shot of milk running over a muscular black thorax ... and the beautiful white married woman licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of camera shot ..."nigger In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see husband pulling out of the driveway and the wife waving him off from the straw man porch. prompt cut to the interior of the house's strawman door, the wife is on the sound. Another quick cut shows the threshold being opened to unveil a expectant, black, pizza delivery man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a label that says"supernumerary LARGE SAUSAGE ”. The married woman grabs him by the dog collar and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen table, and the out-of-doors pizza pie box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the background, we can see the pitch man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a piece of pizza pie. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the tv camera's prospect by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her back is to the camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in battlefront of the pizza guy. The pizza guy smiling, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's chief backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our view is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the wife's bare shoulders and moaning case past the left hand boundary of the lid, and the pizza pie guy's thrusting motion over the top right corner of the lid.

Poor dumb blanched jerked meat,
you went to lick,
never should have left her lone !

Once she gets some black pecker,
in that married blanched cunt,
we 're gon na make your wife moan !

As the music's pace quickens ... we see changeable after shot of the albumen wife letting more and more pitch blackness men into her habitation to get it on her.

The next shot is of hubby being shoved out the room access with his crownwork and briefcase ... and wifey on the phone ... wearing a aphrodisiac new kimono. Then we see the wife with a spanner, twisting at a pipe connection under the bathroom sinkhole. Suddenly water supply begins to spray from the loosened connection. Another quick cut shows the doorway being opened to a inglorious plumber, then a nimble shot a awash bathroom floor. The bath is steamy and the shower room access are fogged up. Through the exhibitioner doors we can spend a penny out the semitransparent silhouette of the married woman and the fateful pipe fitter. He is holding her up, facing him, with her legs wrapped around his waist and her custody clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The next scene shows a large, muscular nigrify pocket billiards man, walking up the sidewalk of the whiteness match's home, carrying a pool boater. The front doorway surface, revealing the married woman in a ludicrously skimpy cosmic string bikini. The pool man follows wifey through the house, watching her complete white ass tilt, clad only in a thong. The wife leads him through the sliding field glass room access in the kitchen, and opens the door, allowing the black pool man to walk into the fenced in back yard. In the backyard, the black puddle man looks around, and the television camera snap goes wide to prove that there is no pool in the back yard ! The Joseph Black man raises an eyebrow in confusion, before a wide smile spread across his face. He then turns around to see the bloodless wife walking towards him, her bikini top's strings already untie and the cupful of the top just sitting, loose on her breast. The camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her Bikini hind end and they start to flow down. We see a shot of the lawn, her bikini top res publica on the land, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The chorus echoes as the tantrum alteration yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security organization keypad by the threshold. A label on the computer keyboard reads"E & I Security Silent warning device ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the door, setting it off. There is a quick edit to a security truck pulling up in the driveway. Two beefy disgraceful security policeman walk up to the home and open the room access. They find the married woman standing in the straw man hallway, wearing opprobrious cat suit, melanise leather gloves, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a fake surprised face and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting handcuffs. The blackamoor certificate officers smile at each former, lick in the ‘ all crystallize'code into the security keypad, and slam the door behind them. From outside the home, the camera stays on the action, looking through the transgress window. From behind, we watch as the security officer's plunder off their shirts revealing rippling smutty musculus, as the wife falls to her knees ( out of shooter ) in front of the guards. The refrain echoes and the picture alteration again.

Too bad for you she's fertile
It mighta been worthwhile
To make mo'time fo'you lady.

Now it's too late
WE don't hesitate
To plant a fine blackened baby !

A landscaping truck pulls up outside the home. Two large, muscular black nurseryman get out of the truck and take the air up to the front doorway. The wife answers the door in her bathrobe and grin brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a oeuvre order, with the words"Specialty bush trimming job for Mrs Julia Evelina Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and grinning, then backs into the house, allowing the men to get into. The very succeeding barb holds on the bedside board again. The wedding photo is gone now, but there is an alarm clock and a recently used lady's shaver and can of shaving emollient. The tv camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the wall. We can see a fateful man is laying in the bed on his spine ... then the wife's long blonde tomentum flick across his boldness as she leans backwards into the gibe ... before second pair of black men pulls her up and out of the guessing again.

The video closes back at the hospital ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed husband pushes his married woman down the hallway in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her fiddling black baby. Then she looks up and sees a muscular melanise hospital attendant. She puts a hired hand up in her hubby's face, making him stop the wheelchair. She hands the babe to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walks over to the black orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the cheeseparing stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder waving goodbye to her husband as the doorway shuts behind her.

Hubby is left standing in the middle of the hospital hallway ... with a screaming mordant infant. A fairly blonde nursemaid in a sexy clean uniform approach them.

"Awwww !"the nurse smiles at the Padre and ‘ his'baby son."... probably."She adds, laughing sarcastically.

The nursemaid then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably tight, sexy, and in chassis just two sidereal day after giving parturition ( it is a euphony television after all ). She is on all fours on a staircase leading upstairs. Her infirmary gown exposed in the back and the blacken orderly bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moan. The nurse looks over her shoulder at the husband and laughs again, shaking her head. She walks through the room access, shedding her nurse's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky Davenport's foreplay was increasing, though the virginal teen was barely aware of her actions. As she watched the married woman in the"woodpile"video recording repeatedly cheat on her husband with one big blackened studhorse after another, Becky's hand found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her firm lily-white chest. Becky watched the telecasting intently ... relishing every glimpse of skin and sinew that was exposed on screenland. Becky was different than her baby Sarah. Sarah had always been capable to oppress her sexual root on easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always mentation of boys and their physical structure ... of what they could do together. In spite of these powerful urges, Becky had always managed to jib the care of the boys at schooltime. Of trend, none of the boys in Becky's school looked like the massive rivet in these picture. Becky wondered how long her conservative values would defend out around men like these. Would she give herself over as easily as the adulterous young wife in the telecasting ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own young breast with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the other hired hand down to her breakwater, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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"E & I EXCLUSIVE - persona SIX : THE BLACK-COCK-PIT VIDEO"

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After the"jigaboo In The Woodpile"video ended, the crew in the studio could barely take their laughter long enough for Jessica to give a brief segue into a commercial break.

Jessica was unsure what to make of the panorama. She found the TV sad and offence ... yet funny at the Saami meter ... and maybe just a piddling ... sexy ?

Jessica suddenly became cognizant of soft tone of a pulverization powderpuff on her neck ... and cleavage.

"Heather ?"Jessica turned to the make-up girl."Where the is Sarah with that crownwork ?"

"I don't know, I couldn't notice her !"The physical composition young lady said, putting her blow away.

"Fine,"Jessica breathed, becoming increasingly frustrated."Then you see if you can get me a new jacket and put it in my dressing room. I'm changing on the following faulting ! I can't do a serious newsworthiness audience with my breasts half-exposed like this !"

Jessica's frustrations were coming to a top dog ... weeks of increasing horniness ... week without sex ... the sexually explicit nature of the research ... the blow-up with Billy the previous evening ... the pressure to ‘ fix'his problem ... the insistence of the interview ... the drown passion of the studio brightness level ... these erotic videos she was having to portray ... and her titty on display for every lecherous pig in America and her studio apartment ... and those rappers ! God, she'd forgotten that the knocker would see her consistence like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably rip some kind of promotion stunt !

"WE'RE ON IN 5 ... 4 ..."the theatre director's vocalism counted down,"3 ... 2 ... GO !"

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"The mile-high club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running joke about the airline industriousness. But Black Phallus has their own take on the old commonplace of a duet sneaking off for a rendezvous in a cramped plane toilet. That take can be seen in the succeeding video,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a fainthearted speech sound of male laughter as Jessica announced the double-entendre deed of conveyance, and the music telecasting began.

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The telecasting opens with no music. We see a black 747 flying through the sky. On its rear we see a logo"BPA ”, with a unknown shape that appears to be a stylized image of an erect black cock.
Cut to the Interior Department of the planing machine's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blond pilot flying the planing machine, with a white-male co-pilot. A large sinister male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

"Anybody here need anything ?"the attendant says in a deep booming representative. It's Big Mike from Black Phallus.

The sexy pilot round and finds herself eye-level with an is an enormous jut running down the flight-attendants'pants leg. Her eyes widen ... she licks her lips hungrily."wellspring ... I think I definitely need something hot inside me for this long flight !"

"How do you like it ?"Big mike grins.

The aphrodisiacal Andrew Dickson White pilot smiles."I take it lightlessness !"

Cut to a lilliputian, womanly white hand picking up the radio set microphone."Attention ladies and gentlemen"talk a pair of beautiful pink rim into a phallic black microphone,"This is your captain oral presentation. Thank you for flying inkiness Phallus Air !"

The television camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the captain still speaking into the radio microphone with one hand. She has taken off her crown, and is tugging her total darkness tie from her leash with her unblock hand. She throws the tie to the floor and begins working at the push of her pristine white blouse. The camera pulls back farther to demo Big mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his midst, muscular contraband torso.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a couple of hr, but I do require to warn you that we might be in stock for a jumpy drive ahead ..."the chieftain remark, seeing Mike's body ..."But just set your bottom to the reclining position, and I you should savour every instant of it ! I KNOW I will ! give thanks you ..."The police chief is at a loss for give-and-take as she sees Big mike unzip his gasp. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the microphone in her deal.

Big microphone takes the mike from the stunned blonde's manus and speaks."Thank you for flying with us today. We know you have a choice in airline business traveling, but when you choose Black Phallus, you NEVER have any ruefulness !"

The silver screen fades to black and then the medicine suddenly starts with a fast, aggressive metre. The video now flashes with a series of three substitute shots of the carpenter's plane's interior. All of the nip are from the same angle, with the same tv camera, but are lit differently, and depict dissimilar scenes within the planer's fuselage.
One shot depicts the planing machine's interior lit normally, full-of-the-moon of passengers on the flight. Another pellet shows the three members of Black Phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the photographic camera and rocking with the music. A thirdly shot depicts the plane's national with blur lights and lightning flashbulb outside the window. Each flash of lightning reveals glimpses of nude Theodore Harold White and smutty arm, writhing in the passenger seats. These three interlingual rendition of the plane's interior shots flash back and forth as the medicine intro plays.

"We'll convert more than your air miles, bitch !"a voice over of one of the knocker speaks.
"The friendly Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The crack now cuts to the normally lit aeroplane DoI. This seems to describe the story of an airplane flying. We see the first-class cabin where there are a numeral of attractive rider. There are many blanched char and black men, and a few T. H. White men. We see a white guy quiescency in his seat ... The buns back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the seat behind him. The camera pans to reveal that the seat is bouncing so much because a youthful Edward Douglas White Jr. cleaning lady with red haircloth is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his seat along with the euphony. She realizes what he is confused about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyrics continue :
"Up among the swarm ... your charwoman cry out loud.
Black person engines scream and the white girls emollient !"

The camera settles on a Cy Young Edward D. White couplet, necking in their seats. We can see that the couple is married since the tv camera focuses on the wife's wedding ring. The wife glimpse at the bathroom, seeing that it is unoccupied. She whispers something to her husband, then gets up and walks to the bathroom in the front end of the plane. She looks over her articulatio humeri and winks at him as she goes in. The husband grins stupidly until he notices a hefty black man, sitting a few seats forward, has also seen his wife enter the bathroom ! The stud is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

The lyrics continue :
"Our big bleak planes are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand metrical unit ...,
Our big inglorious dicks will get way up in there, and hit those Edward D. White young woman'sweet sweetness ! UNGH !"

Cut to the hubby looking up and down the aisle to make sure nobody else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two footstep, the Edward D. White passenger finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blond stewardess. She's dressed in an passe sapphire stewardess uniform with a small hat, ascot, and T. H. White boxing glove. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The stewardess gently pushes him back to his seat to his seat and points at a rubber signboard that has just lit up. It says"Turbulence Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The stewardess riposte to her seat at the battlefront of the woodworking plane as the frustrate whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glimpse of the intimidating black rider. B-Love makes eye contact with the blank hubby, glimpse at the bathroom door, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and walk up the aisle, towards the bathroom !

husband's oculus widen in fright. He squirms in his seat, obviously vex. He sees the severe-but-sexy hostess still sitting up ahead, then gets an idea. He raises his script and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attention of the air hostess. This produces the sought after issue ... the stewardess, upon getting up to do the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his way and tip to the"Turbulence Ahead"sign. B-Love just smiles and take a step forward. The stewardess puts her hand up ... B-Love walks into it, still smiling, pressing his sinewy chest of drawers into her handwriting. The stewardess's eyes widen ...

The black catch the stewardess's wrist, holding her hand to his dresser, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In minute, they are at the bathroom door. He knocks on the threshold ... it opens just a crevice. The white married woman peeks around the doorway. We can see her bare shoulder joint. She is obviously in a DoS of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a expression of her bare white back and ass. The wife's eyes widen in panic when sees the punk and the hostess. The married woman starts to shut the door, but the black stud suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows right behind her !

Some of the passengers have noticed the disastrous stud and the stewardess noisily entering the bath together. There are a lot of jumble and concerned looks and whispers exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his place ... humiliated.

"This here escape's gon na change your lives !
‘ Cause once we take the skies we gon na hire your wives !"

Cut to an exterior shot of the woodworking plane ... the frame of the picture is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the Department of the Interior of the plane, the skeleton still shuddering ... the passengers are bouncing around with the turbulence ... as are the occupants of the bathroom !

We then see a serial publication of teasing ‘ flash track ’, a series of progressive blastoff that have been intercut with other liberalist shot ... alternating back and Forth River revealing only a second of each snapshot at a time. The shots are accompanied by the vocal's refrain. Between each short letter of rap, we here sexy white female voices cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit turbulence ... she's goin'down and you can't do shit !"
"Fly Me Baby ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her Patrick Victor Martindale White bitch is a black-cock-pit, where WE get dominance and we fly that bitch !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Black carpenter's plane In a Big amobarbital sodium Sky ... Big Black Cocks In Your Hot White married woman ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET Joseph Black putz ! FLY ME sister, FLY ME ! !
The concluding lyric is accompanied by the thunder of a airplane engine flying,

Each dig is an extreme close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulence ”. Looking closely through the fast edits, loaded frame, and shuddering video, we are teased by glance of erotic imagery : We see the stewardess's beautiful blueish optic slowly closing .... intercut with a the white wife's mouth, biting her own lower lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's sass moaning ... intercut with the wife's center looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the stewardess's naked white back as she leans forward into the total darkness man's muscular back, causing her full Stanford White breasts to swell at the sides, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a dyad of Edward White legs wrapped around a muscular, thrusting black torso ... four white hands exploring black sinew ... one white hand wearing a wedding ceremony anchor ring and clutching a hefty black articulatio humeri ... a high-heel clad ankle hits the john door door latch, and gripe ... The shot suddenly cuts to the threshold flying candid, and the writhing mass of interracial sex spilling out onto the story of the aisle !

No genitalia is entirely exposed to the tv camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the activeness, albeit briefly. The wife is defenseless, except for her silky white bra. She is lying her back in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her longsighted white leg wrapped around the muscular disastrous passenger. The blacken passenger is raw and thrusting between the white wife's legs, though a great deal of his body is obscured by the wife's legs and the stewardess on top of him. The stewardess is naked, though her blonde hair is still in its severe french-twist and her lilliputian down hat is still perched on her forefront. She is lying on the total darkness passenger's back, tightly hugging him from nates. Her full, pale white breasts are pressed firmly against his ebony tree back, squeezing the mass of soft Caucasian form out from between their bodies. Her long white legs are spreadhead wide, around the Joseph Black man fucking the white wife. The stewardess's beautifully bare white ass is clearly visible.

The passengers look on in shock at the lurid showing. We see several shots of passengers ... Patrick Victor Martindale White cleaning lady, white men, and black men ... watching craning their necks to view the action. The Patrick Victor Martindale White men look uncomfortable, and attract at their collar nervously. The calamitous men seem to be smirking and grinning. The white women seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One new charwoman, apparently in her belatedly teens, is sitting between her Padre and a big pitch-black man. She is watching, enthralled ... her father try to cover her eyes ... she pushes his handwriting away. She glances over at the big black man seated on her other face. He looks at her, and smiles. She smiles back, nervously. Her Father looks worried. She turns to continue watching the action at law. She slips a tiny white hand down into her lap and begins fumbling with the clitoris of her blue jean. Just as she's about to sneak her hired hand into her Andrew D. White cotton pantie, her beginner sees what she is doing. He smacks her hired hand away and lowers her tray board, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her paw flat on the tray board and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action. She glances at the black man ... he smiles back again ... then winks and lowers his own tray table.

Another rider, occupation woman sitting between a mordant man and a egg white man, is watching in impact. The men are both clearly aroused by the action ... and both looking at at the sexy Elwyn Brooks White concern woman. The black stud takes one of the adult female's hands and places it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a HARD bulge in the black man's lap. She begins to gently squeeze the hump as she continues watching the legal action. The white guy smiles at this, and sees it as a enterprise for him to do the Same. He takes the woman's other manus and blank space it on his own bulge. The fair sex allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusion. She looks down at his lap ... at the small protuberance ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big bulge. She glances up at the Edward White guy and laughs, shaking her head. She lifts her hand off the white guy's privates and makes a fist ... then sticks her pinky finger out and joke. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to watch the action mechanism ... and lieu both hands in the Shirley Temple Black guy's lap ... starting to work at his zip fastener ! The Joseph Black man starts working at the push button of the stage business adult female's suit jacket.

In another row of seats sits a black man on the aisle, a young Caucasian man in the middle, and his fairly T. H. White lady friend by the window. The Edward Douglas White Jr. girlfriend is trying to determine the action in the nominal head of the plane, but having firmly time doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to switch seats with him. The boyfriend, glancing at the large shameful man sitting adjacent to him, refuses. The black man sitting on the aisle tail end grin at the somewhat white fille, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty whiteness girl climbs over her fellow and takes a seat in the black man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprisal and looks over her berm at the smirking black stud poker. She has noticed a sizeable bulge in the black stud's pants. The whiteboy sees this and immediately move to the window arse, offering his girlfriend the nerve centre tooshie that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to outride black man's lap and leave the prat succeeding to her beau vacant !

As all the passengers keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the wife in the ‘ lav orgy ’. He can take no more of this humiliation. He jumps from his seat, and goes to draw his wife out from under the black. The naked white hostess angrily yells at the white passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the big rap music ) and again percentage point to the"Remain Seated"signaling. The young married woman laughs at her husband from under her devotee, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his seat, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and picket anxiously ...

Another passenger, a muscular black man, rises from his derriere and approaches the ‘ bathroom orgy ’. The television camera angle cuts to behind the new inglorious man, framing the naked white stewardess between his legs. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to orient to the mark when he suddenly drops his pants. Her sky-blue eyes widen in delight ... She begins to jump to her knees !

The television camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare breasts. The camera cuts to a wide shaft from behind the hostess. We now see the air hostess's naked white physical structure from head-to-toe, her perfect white ass still clearly visible, and the incline of her breasts visible under her arms. She now kneels obediently in battlefront of her new disastrous lover, her blond head teacher blocking our view of the standing fatal's cock. As the standing black passenger pulls the stewardess's blond head to his genitals, In the background we can see the passengers of the planer ...

We cut to the respective passengers again. Some are still watching ... others ... are busy !

We cut to the beautiful albumen stripling sitting between her father and the bleak man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her nates. Her father looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to look at below the tray-table. Her jeans are undecided, and there thrust into her flannel cotton step-in is a big black deal ! We see the action above the tray table now as the older teen archway her back, cries out tacky, and hammers the tray board with her tiny white clenched fist ! The Padre sees, too late, what is happening. As the girl recovers from her orgasm, she sees the dark he-man raising his tray table, revealing an enormous swelling in his drawers. Her eye widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a extensive shot of the father, the girl and the black rider sitting side-by-side. The three seats in front of them block the view of whatever is happening below chest-level. The Church Father looks on in repugnance as the black passenger places his large black hand on the back of the daughter's pretty blond head, and pulls her boldness down into his lap ... her mouth opens wide, just as her chief disappears from sentiment ... down behind the bottom. The blacken looks over and smiles at the begetter. The father is horrified.

Cut to the snowy businesswoman. Though the television camera angle doesn't reveal inside information, we can differentiate from her arm movements that she is jacking off the black stud poker sitting next to her. The albumen guy sitting on the other side of her appears to be watching the action at law and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to join the action ... he lowers his hired man to the sexy white businesswoman's thigh, and starts to push her skirt up ... She smacks his hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"clit over her seat. A large, muscular blackamoor male trajectory attendant comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily stage to the flannel guy ... he looks terrified. The black flight accompaniment grabs the guy by the taking into custody and throws him out of the derriere, into the aisle. The he-man then takes the ovalbumin man's tail end and joins the action ! The livid woman happily allows the stud to push her skirt up over her pretty whiteness ass, and shoot away her rayons ! While the shameful passenger continues playing with her tits, the dim flight attendant begins kissing her neck and sliding a big fatal hand between her pegleg ! The white woman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the swain who wouldn't trade seats with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his lady friend ... still in the lap of the Shirley Temple Black passenger on the aisle. She is still intently watching the action in the battlefront of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the black man's lap and moaning and gasping. The boyfriend reaches over tentatively, and tugs at his girl's arm, trying to pull her out of the Shirley Temple Black man's lap. The girlfriend slaps his mitt away, never taking her eyes off the activeness in the front end of the plane ... The black stud smirks at the girl's swain and pushes his big dark manus up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The rivet whispers something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a secondment while the scantling shifts in his can ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her optic and mouthpiece open wide and she throws her foreland back ... her hold soundbox shakes. The television camera pans down to their legs to reveal both have their gasp around their ankles ! Her panties slide down her legs !

We see a blank guy dormancy in his butt ... The hindquarters back starts bouncing violently back and Forth, waking him up. He looks back over the seat to kvetch again. The camera pulls back to reveal that the prat is bouncing so much because the aphrodisiac E. B. White redheaded woodpecker leaning over it, hear ear-buds suspension from her ears and a dazed look on her face. Her skirt hiked up over her lily white ass and a big inkiness guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the Interior Department of the cockpit. We see the manly co-pilot flying the plane ... carefully looking straight ahead, trying very hard not to look at anything else around him. The camera pulls back to reveal the white original lying on her back, on the carpenter's plane's ascendance console ... white legs spread-eagle with a bare muscular dim rapper thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her pilot's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the passenger cabin. Starting at the back of the plane, the tv camera flies backwards, up the gangway. The plane's interior light are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a fully fledged interracial binge has broken out on the whole carpenter's plane ! The camera finally reaches the first class section and stops ... just as the atomic number 8 masks suddenly drop as the rap birdcall ends.

Cut to the end of the video. There is no music ... just airport intercom chatter and crowd noise. We see passengers disembarking from the airplane. First we see the air hostess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her legs. She has her arm around her black lover. Then we see each powerful melanise passenger disembarking with a female White River passenger or stewardess at their slope ! Then the white copilot, white female buffer and her black scantling disembark. The original white-hot wife, hubby, and the black doorknocker are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly nigrify airline custodian boards the carpenter's plane with some cleansing equipment, humming the tune from the rap song. He walks up the gangway, surprised by the enormous sex heap everywhere. He scratches his mind. He passes the white hubby from the beginning of the picture ... the one that started it all.

"Hey crony, what are you doing here ?"the janitor says,"trajectory meeter were supposed to clear the planing machine before they leave ! You got ta get off the plane now."

The white guy nods toward the bathroom door."I'm ... I'm waiting for my wife ... she's ... in the bathroom."

The janitor shakes his brain and reaches for a walkie-talkie on his cleaning pushcart."Looks like we got another one. I need some security up here."

The Edward D. White guy sigh, rises, and opens the budget items cargo bin. He pulls out his traveling bag. There is a sparkly whiten streamer paster on it ... the caption reads"Just Married."The reject groom walkway to the bathroom room access and pounds on it angrily."Honey, please ! semen on !"

"Me and my tacky airline tickets."the rejected groom murmuration under his hint."Son of a bitch !"

Two security precaution control panel the plane. They are both burly black men in sports jacket and link.
They walk up to the married man."Sir, we need you to disembark. Now !"

"But what about my wife ? She's still in there !"The hostler protests.

One of the sentry go knocks on the bathroom door.

"air hose security Ma'am."He bellows."We need you to disembark."

The bathroom door opens just a crack, then quickly wider. A bare, white, female arm reaches out, grabs the one security department sentry go by the pulls him into the lav ! His blazer is tossed out the bathroom.

The back guard peeks in the can room access and smiles, then turns back to the husband."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

"That's my married woman IN THERE, GODDAMMIT ! !"The hubby protests angrily."I'm not leaving without her !"

The guard suddenly grabs the stableboy, shoving him toward the cheeseparing outside cabin door. Holding the struggling snowy man's cervix with one hand, the guard pops the door spread out with his other deal and blows out the inflatable emergency brake slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard says, shoving the groom out the door."THANKS FOR FLYING BLACK penis AIR. THANKS FOR THE kick, NOW FUCK OFF !"

The groom yells as he slides down the chute and the sentry go turns back toward the bathroom, shedding his tie and blazer. He catches deal of the nigrify janitor, already with his shirt off.

He laughs at the senior black man."What the underworld are you doin, pops ? You think you gon na fuck you a T. H. White girl ?"

"Fuck you boy !"The janitor says."It's my turn !"

The janitor shoves the other safety out the room access and down the slide, then joins the get-go guard duty and white married woman in the bathroom.

The tv camera pans down to the suitcase, and the"Just Married"sticker as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! more than BLACK COCK ! I'M SO GLAD I FLEW pitch blackness penis ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO delicacy A PASSENGER !"


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When the video ended and Jessica's face appeared on camera, she was still staring at the video proctor ... smiling. Like before, there was some laughter in the studio apartment, due to the video's amusing words and ending. Jessica was smiling.

The video was extortionate, and horribly objectified fair sex ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The sight of all those hefty pitch-black men ... the curvy youthful White women ... something about the dividing line of their peel as the grope each other was very arousing. And for some reason, the sight of the helpless white male passengers having to take in it all ... unable to participate, was really funny. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagination when she heard a whispered"psst"from off set.

"Pssst ..."called broom, the make up girl,"Mrs. McFarland ? You're on. You're on !"

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

"Jessica ! ! YOU'RE ON ! ! !"broom prompted again.

Jessica turned to the television camera suddenly, startled that she'd let her imagination wander so much while she was on air."We'll be right back after this patron announcement."

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the picture end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in reaction to the events she'd watched in the video ... but more than so because of the intense feelings she was getting from the hired hand thrust down the front of her white cotton panty. She had slipped her manus under the cincture of her Andrew Dickson White cotton step-in when she'd witnessed one of the fair sex in the video ... one apparently her own age ... doing the same thing. And that girlfriend was sitting next to her don on the airplane ! shocking ! view like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most acute video of the evening. Becky had marveled at the spate of the beautiful buxom blond stewardess's naked body as she kneeled before a hefty black rider. And the peck of the same stewardess falling out of the bathroom with the Edward White wife and the black stud poker rider ... Becky couldn't believe how a lot of their nudity was visible ... you could see so very much !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinkie'gesture made by one of the ashen female passenger when she rejected a white Male passenger's sexual advances. Becky wondered if the import was that white men were smaller than contraband men. If that was the vitrine, Becky wondered if that was why none of the white boys she'd dated had never turned her on sufficiency for her to let them get into her panties. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about though was that she wanted to see more ! More television ... more black men ... more OF the grim men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow up her succour on her pussy ... waiting for the next video to start. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or wrongfulness of her to touch herself without looking at one of the black studs in the video ... much like she had difficulty touching herself without listening to one of her Black person Phallus MP3s on her headphones.

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"Mrs. McFarland ?"called Heather the make-up girlfriend.

Jessica looked up to see the young brunet make-up daughter standing by the lynchpin desk clutching a dark clothes designer line jackets.

"Thank you,"Jessica responded, rising from her desk,"How a lot time do I receive to go modification ?"

"Not much ! The last video recording was a retentive one and so is the following one. The studio needs to make sure that the we hit the next disruption on meter, and have adequate meter to get the grouping out here ..."

"So how tenacious to I give birth ?"Jessica said, interrupting the babbling girl.

"Only about one minute."

"What ?"Jessica exclaimed."That's not sufficiency time for me to get the dressing room and change !"

"I know,"Heather said,"but we can do it here again."

The cameramen nearby, all big, powerful dark men setting up the audience set, looked up from their employment when they heard the disruption.

Jessica lowered her voice."I can't change out here again ... not with all these men around ... I'm just wearing a bra under this !"Jessica whispered.

"I know, I saw earlier."Calluna vulgaris replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the intellect for the jacket change in the first stead ... she'd spilled that composition down Jessica's original jacket.

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the thought of wearing such a revealing jacket while trying to conduct an interview with three over-sexed sinister rapper. She didn't have time to go to her fertilisation way and change ... and she dared not variety in figurehead of the leering cameraman again. Soon the decisiveness was made for her.

It was too deep.

Heather rushed away as the managing director's phonation boomed over the loudspeaker system again.

"BACK IN quint, tetrad, THREE, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to draw up herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally calm and collected journalist and tv set presenter felt like her reality was falling down around her. At family she was dealing with a serious trouble with her spousal relationship and sex life. At work, the network had scored an sole interview with the controversial rap group ‘ pitch blackness Phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no time to inquiry and get up for the audience. Compounding that issue, the exclusive audience had been secured by making various concessions to the rap group and their book label. The interview was being diffuse live, the studio apartment would be manned by an unfamiliar crew, and Jessica would be presenting some of the mathematical group's extremely racy medicine videos.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an fortuity had ruined Jessica's blazer. The replacement cap she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional amount of her sizable white cleavage. She had hoped to commute into another, more appropriate supporting players before she had to channel the consultation, but there never seemed to be adequate fourth dimension during the commercial happy chance. Further, Jessica found herself thwarted and overheated, not only by the brilliant studio illumination, but the sexually-charged imagery of the music videos she'd had to demonstrate that Nox. Jessica was sweating so much that her pretty make-up young lady Heather was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed face. As the commercial message break ended and Heather rushed off tv camera, Jessica took a sip of water supply to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself tranquillize and collected before she could conduct that evening's interview. The pretty White person journalist was thankful that there was one more music telecasting to show up before she had to usher in its controversial creators to her viewing public. Jessica hoped to use that time to garner her thoughts and devise, psychologically for the interview.

"natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the camera and reading the textual matter on her teleprompter."It's the foundation of Darwin's hypothesis of Evolution. dominant allele traits are passed down from one coevals to the next. Likewise, in sexual coition, all animals look for certain attractive qualities in a mate, including the human animal."

Jessica swallowed, she didn't know if she liked where this was heading.

"What you're about to see is ‘ Black Phallus's own interpretation of the hypothesis of natural selection. At this point, we'd like to cue you that tonight's programme is intended for mature audience. The material broadcast on this peculiar episode of"The whole Truth"may be considered offence to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. witness delicacy is advised. Without foster ado, here is"Only natural"by ‘ Negro member ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video recording's airtime to take a prison-breaking and change her jacket ... but she couldn't completely ignore the telecasting. Like virtually of the early TV, Jessica had not reviewed the TV before it played on air that Nox. She had to be aware of the content so that she could ask questions about it during the consultation. She could only go for that there would be time to change the jacket during the future commercial rupture. It was very possible. She knew the next break came on the hour, and would be farsighted than the previous ones. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the interview, she wasn't entirely sure she had the concentration to neglect it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Black Phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the hold up video without any grave problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other night when watching the"Blacked Brides"picture. Jessica turned her attention to the video monitor near her desk.

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The video opens with a E. B. White actor, obviously made out to be Charles VII Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a dimly lit room. The Scripture he writes are heard in vocalisation over as the camera slowly pulls out and the shot gets wider and wider.

"Since the issue of my initial volume of my hypothesis of evolution through natural selection, I have become increasingly concerned with how my theory may be applied to the human animal. In civilize social club, we concern ourselves with sociable status and matters of economic prosperity in arranging marriage between kinsfolk. This can not, however, be said to be a natural selection as these rules are imposed by our social graces. Indeed, in the aristocracy or supposed ‘ working'year where social status is lower and therefore less important, the concept of ‘ honey'seems take anteriority. But what is love, if not a ‘ civilized'interpretation of our base creature desires. The question must be asked, if the issues of company were completely removed, and the female of the specie given sovereignty to her own predilections, what ‘ natural selection'would be the result ?"

The oil desk lamp that ‘ Darwin'writes near is going dim. He pauses in his written material for a instant to work up the wick and the elbow room gets much brighter. In the scope of the room, previously shrouded in shadow, we can see a bed, circled by mosquito netting. Through the netting, we can see the silhouette of a woman, on all fours, being roughly ravished from behind by a sinewy Male figure.

"With the help of my protagonist and fellow, Sir William Whitely, and his good wife noblewoman Jane Whitely, I have traveled the world, studying tribes of primitives, who are to a lesser extent evolved and intelligent than we, their civilized betters."

"OH ... .OH MY nobleman ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The woman's voice cries in the background.

Darwin looks over his shoulder briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, black, most animalistic and rude percentage of Africa, I believe I have formed a guess that will answer my interrogative. The men of the Niggakok tribe have been most helpful, and the sacrifices that Lord and Lady Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, Lady Whitely initially insisted on testing these hypotheses herself, and has since been very outspoken in encouraging the wife and girl of the other explorers in our party to aid in the research !"

"OH MY Divine ! YES !"Lady Whitely call from the bed."It's so ... a lot LARGER ! Do you hear Dr. Charles Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and bettor than my married man ! So lots DEEPER ! We simply must construct sure the ma'am review these findings and compare them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Darwin finishes his daybook entry :"I am as yet unsure of how the world will react to the results of this study. Some will no uncertainty observe it troubling ... yet we must sympathize the instinctive edict of things."

The picture fades to black as a thumping bass beat plays over Lady Whitely's wow. The music is a ho-hum, seductive musical rhythm. A legend reading"nowadays Day"appears on the screen as a new view appears.

The new aspect is set in a nightclub ... an attractive young woman, ovalbumin, sits at a bar. The grievous bass of the romp as the start lyric of the song are heard as a handsome Andrew D. White guy carrying two potable approaches the white fille, and gives her one.

"woman want the BEST
but you're just ‘ the rest'
Gon na be a revolution !"
It's survival of the fittest
She wan na get wit'dis
Gon na be some evolution !
It's Only Natural !"

The girl smiles faintly and chats with white guy, but then she looks past him ... and up ... and grin brightly. Behind the Andrew D. White guy, in the baby's eyeline, is the hulking figure of one of Black genus Phallus's rappers. The doorknocker advance, towering over the White person guy and the girl, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the barkeeper, who hands him a drinking ... the girl takes her handbag out quickly and pays. The white guy angrily taps the inkiness man on the shoulder. The rapper doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a little, knocking the Patrick Victor Martindale White guy off his toilet, and taking his seat. Both the rapper and the white girl ignore the white guy as he slinks away. The music is a tiresome, seductive beat. We hear the first few lyrics of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus of"Only cancel"is heard.
"Only rude
Whiteboys can't vie
Only natural
Fillin'your Theodore Harold White girl with my source
Only natural
Big Shirley Temple Phallus gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"


The next verse begins as the aspect alteration to a suburban street.

"cleaning woman want the solid,
They want the farsighted,
It's a raw selection !
So now when she feels the need
To propagate and multiply
She gon na choose my Black hard-on !
It's Only Natural !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a sign construction site. Some Edward Douglas White Jr. construction doer on the ceiling make rude gestures and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the whole scene rewinds and then restarts. This clip, when the blond jog past the mental synthesis site, the construction workers are muscular black guys. They give her the same ill-mannered gestures and cat calls as the gabardine guy in the former version of the scene. Now, instead of flipping the guys the Bronx cheer, the blonde just stands and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight scintillation off their sweaty muscularity. She looks around the street to wee certainly nonentity can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the ground. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to front room access and whang. A enceinte black man answers the door, takes her hand, and pulls her into the house. The refrain sound reflection ...

"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only cancel
Fillin'your white lady friend with my semen
Only cancel
Big blackness penis gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"


The next verse begins. This time the setting is a officious city street. We see a white guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive bloodless meter maid stands at the car, and is writing him a ticket. The guy walks up the beat maid, reaching into his pants. There is a close up of the guy's face ... he looks down ... the officer looks down as well. Cut to a snap of some modification in the guy's script ... indicating that he has money to pay for the m. The meter maid's mirror-lens sunglasses betray no emotion, and the officer shakes her head ‘ no'and hands him the just the ticket.

Cut to the same busy street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a hefty black stud. The same meter maidservant is writing him a ticket. Like the white guy, we see the lightlessness guy walking right up to the meter maid, and reaching into his pants, followed by a closing curtain up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic policeman looking down too. This clock time there is no cut to the ignominious guy's hired man holding change for the meter. Instead, the shot stays on the pretty metre maidservant ... her mouth drop curtain undefended, and her big doe centre peer over her reflective dark glasses ... she shakes her head and tears up the ticket and her drumhead suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the next slam, we see the meter maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The large blackman is facing the small vehicle and leaning against it, both manus resting on the roof. The television camera circles the vehicle until it comes to repose on the Negro man's back, then scans down to show his bare, muscular Shirley Temple Black ass, his legs spreadhead, and his bloomers around his ankles. Between his legs we glimpse the white cleavage and open blouse of the meter maid. She's sitting in her fomite, in battlefront of him ... her small white hands rap around his muscular black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to stuff into her human face ! The small traffic-patrol car rocks violently !

As the future verse begins, the setting changes to a high-class spa. The shot opens in a small steam way. In the steam elbow room there is an attractive white pair, apparently in their thirty-something, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and run forward and kiss tenderly. On the bench beside them there sits a Champagne nursing bottle in a bucket of disappear ice. The bucket is engraved with the legend,"Happy day of remembrance ”. They each take a field glass of champagne, and the lock sleeve around one another, and drink in from the glasses, showing off beautiful gold hymeneals rings. They lean forward and snog again as the camera pulls out of the sauna and the doorway closes. The camera then pans over to the exercising area, where we see two young, mesomorphic, white bodybuilders. Each guy has a stunning untried gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both girls are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a two-piece leotard that shows off her super-flat pot and toned, tanned limbs.

This scene is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a huge, sinewy sinister man entering the orbit. The black-market muscle-builder is much larger and more brawny than the two white muscleman are, and he turns the girl'fountainhead immediately. He flashes a white toothy smiling at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective white guys to go fawn over the disastrous stud. He puts his muscular arms out, taking a sexy girl under each gargantuan arm, and leads them into the sauna where the white couple is. The room access shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the White person distich suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the door is closing, the gym-bos'body suit are thrown out too !

"You're in making love with a o.k. lady,
You want a family, want a babe,
So you marry her and lay down her your wife"

"But animal instincts still linger
Despite that ring on her finger
My black dick gon na ruin your lifespan !
It's Only Natural !"

The wife seems shocked, and the husband beats on the threshold angrily. It opens and the total darkness stud leans out, smiling, holding the door across-the-board subject with one hand, and tossing some article of clothing over the husband's question with the other. It's a pair of shorts…the stud's ! The pretty livid wife stares angrily at the grinning black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his groin ... suddenly her optic light up and she smiles brightly, biting her glower lip. The nigrify man takes her by the helping hand, pulling her towards the room access. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the black scantling's short. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the total darkness man ... we glimpse her perfect bare ass as the door closes ... over her shoulder joint we see the gym-bos making out ...

The door shot shut behind them.

The shorts crepuscle from the husband's boldness ... and he looks around ... confused ... wondering where is married woman has gone.

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only born
Whiteboys can't vie
Only natural
Fillin'your blank miss with my ejaculate
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na multiply
ONLY cancel !"

We cut to a new prospect, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the driveway of a picturesque sub-urban home base. The car stay and a fit, attractive, master twain, husband and wife, get out of the car and walk to the movement door.

The setting changes to the Interior of the home plate, and the door initiative. We see the teen-age daughter on the sofa, making out with her T. H. White boyfriend. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the miss to her room.

Cut back to the driveway ... the scenario is played out again ... the pair gets out of the car ... and the front door opens on the girl and her boyfriend.

This clock time the swain is one of the muscular, black, black Phallus doorknocker, and the girl is in her bra and scanty ... the ignominious man is shirtless. Dad gets angry at first, but suddenly mom shoves him out the doorway and locks the deadbolt and chain. She turns to her girl and the boyfriend and strip show off her jacket and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the melanize man's pants !

"Your white daughter are sweet-smelling daughter
You want to protect them from our globe
So ‘ Whiteboys only'is how they was raised !"

"But when they see my grim dick
Your lil'whiteness world gon na ROCK
‘ crusade I'm a-make those gripe CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only instinctive !"

The black-market man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The girl suddenly gets a mischievous glint in her eye, and leans forward over her boyfriend's bulwark, moving closer and closer to her mother's face. The mother looks up to converge her daughter's lustful gaze. Over the growing bump in the knocker's drawers, the daughter glances over at the black expression of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glimpse at the knocker ... He nods at the two beautiful Patrick White women hovering over his lap, and grins wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her girl. Mom and daughter aspect deeply into each other's eyes ... their faces incite closer and closer together ... Each woman parts her rim and tilts her forefront ... their faces get close-fitting and closer together. Just as their mouth are about to play ... the scenery excision !

The refrain echoes ...
"Only cancel
Whiteboys can't vie
Only born
Fillin'your blanched little girl with my source
Only lifelike
Big Black genus Phallus gon na spawn
ONLY natural !"

Finally the finis sketch begins. This clip we see a basketball court ... there is an all white-boy squad, in racy uniforms, running onto the court.

Cut to a shooting of some VERY sexy niggling white cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... tight blue sweaters and tiny blue angel dame. Each girl's pilus is done with a single ponytail in the back, held in blank space by a team-blue scrunchie. The girls jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking senior high school and shaking their ack-ack gun in support of their squad.

Then the opposing team runs out. The daughter suddenly stop cheering and stare at the team running onto the court.

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of gargantuan pitch-dark studs, including the Black Phallus rappers.

The cheerleaders just stand still, silently staring out at the courtyard ... more specifically, at the new team.

We cut to the biz, we see the"Red"team of smutty studs easily dominating the court, quickly sinking basket after hoop, as the Andrew D. White boys run around almost aimlessly. A shot of the scoreboard shows the score 13 to 6 in favor of the blackened guys.

We cut to a shot of the aphrodisiacal snowy cheerleaders now ... watching the game. They've stopped cheering.

We cut to the scoreboard again, the luminousness flicker a bit and the mark shows the 13-6 score change slightly to read ;"13 in. vs. 6 in."

Cut to the cheerleaders again, their optic widen and they blush. They all look at each other ... back out at the Margaret Court, and then at each former again. They all nod at each former ... Suddenly, in front line of everybody in the sports arena, right there on the court, the cheerleaders begin to ransack !

The next nip came quickly ; each one only appears on covert for 2 seconds, accompanied by the laborious sea bass beat, the echoing speech sound of a gavel hitting a strike plate with a ‘ gold rush ’.

There is a shot of the gym floor ... then a blue ack-ack drops to the storey ( boom )

There is a crack of a blasphemous scrunchy being pulled from a lady friend's blonde hair, and her retentive blonde hair being shaken absolve of its ponytail. ( boom )

There is a shot of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the white squad suddenly loses a point and the grade goes to 13-5 ! ( windfall )

There is a shooting of two of the Pres Young white cheerleaders lifting their low perspirer exposing their flat white corporation ...

There is a shot of two sexy Elwyn Brooks White cheerleaders, with bare berm, a red-header and a brunette, shaking out their recollective, slick hair.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the white guys lose another breaker point, the score goes to 13-4.

There is a stab of blue jumper flying up into the air, left and good ...

There is a shot of a puritanical perspirer hitting the storey, with a couple of scrunchies.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the Andrew D. White guy wire lose another point, the score goes to 13-3.

There is a gibe of a blue jumper being torn surface ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

There is a shot of a blue cheerleading dame being lowered over a perfect lily-white ass ... in a red thong.

There is a jibe of the scoreboard, the Andrew Dickson White guys lose another point, the score goes to 13-2.

There is a dead reckoning of a sexy Stanford White leg kicking up in the air, revealing a bantam team-red pair of panties ... with the black men's'team logotype over the genitalia !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The girls have completely shed their premature personae ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and free ponytail hair-dos. Now the girl's are practically bare ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... bras, panties, thongs, garters ... They begin to kick and jump and trip the light fantastic seductively ... in musical accompaniment of the Superior black studs !

Cut to a snapshot of the missy asses ... staring white rear in team-red lash ... the camera pans across the line of lady friend ... looking through their legs, we see the players staring at them. The whiteboys are in shock ... and the black guys smile and toss the ball away and head for the cheerleaders ...

Each melanise player picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his sinewy ebony tree arms. One thespian, Black penis's lead vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his shoulder joint and gives her bare ass a playful smack. The girls are quickly carried into the locker room.

There is a shooting of the scoreboard, the lily-white guy wire lose another breaker point, the score goes to 13-1.

Cut to the cabinet way ... the lady friend are pulling at the jerseys and drawers of the Black players ... tugging at the cloth, revealing the rippling calamitous sinew. Small white helping hand running over muscular black chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One girl is on her knee joint in strawman of a black player, pulling his shortstop down. His back is to the camera ... as soon as his shorts are pulled down, the pretty redheaded woodpecker's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her stud ... and leans forward ... her human face disappearing from view ... a large black hand reaches down, running digit through her silky red hair.

Team-red drawers, bra, and lash drop to the storey ... We see naked smuggled and white flesh in the exhibitor ... ashen young woman kissing the broad shoulders of muscular ignominious player ...

‘ ONLY natural'the refrain echoes again and again as we approach the call's closing curtain. As the refrain repeats it is combined with the phone of fille moaning. Each fourth dimension the chorus repeat, the moans get louder and more legion.

We see a au naturel blackened player, facing the camera. The guess is only from the dresser up ... A tiny blonde cheerleader pushes in movement of him, her back to the camera. Her thin Stanford White weapon system wrap around his Joseph Black neck ... The tv camera scans down over her perfect raw trunk, as two brawny inglorious sleeve wrap around her slender Andrew Dickson White waistline ... two boastfully Black person handwriting slide down the small of her white book binding ... over a her stark whiteness ass ... pulling her closer ... her peg gap wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the female child 's body begins to bounce and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the fast glance of a pair of Black person testicle below her adulterate pink pussy.

The shaft abruptly cuts to the basketball scoreboard, as the game buzzer resounds loudly ...

The scoreboard reads in party favor of the black men ... 13 to 0 !

"Only natural"the chorus goes, quietly, one endure time.


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billy goat McFarland sat in the gullible way watching the video ... barely. It made him ill.

"This is just pornography !"he thought, outraged."This is cipher but fucking pornography ! These guys are popular ? These guys are actually considered talented musicians ! That's fucking grim !"

He grabbed a bottle of water from the green room's icebox and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned face on covert. His pitiable married woman ! She was in a nation of daze ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed incognizant that the camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off camera ... her eyes were wide ... her nostrils flared ... her mouth gaped open air ever so slightly ... her wax white knocker heaved obscenely in that midget jacket.

How could they make a world-class journalist, an American sweetheart ... HIS WIFE ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this filth ... and then expect her interview its makers as if they were anything else former than pornographers ? What was the world coming to ?

But maybe, billy club thought, that was the compass point. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to make this interview as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's interview would probably be a scathing bill of indictment of the filth that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a list of hard-hitting enquiry, designed to rip those sons of gripe apart, and expose the Shirley Temple Black bastards for what they really were ... for all of U.S. to see !

Billy just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so much ! That aphrodisiacal crown that she'd worn for him wasn't really appropriate for tv, let alone a hard-hitting interview. No matter. Her sexy appearance would throw these stupid thugs off their sentry duty. They'd expect to be dealing with some cute pick powderpuff. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy pro veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show America exactly what she could do !

billystick looked back at the screen ... his wife was still staring, mouth capable slightly, at something off camera. She hadn't moved in over a bit. The"Whole the true Logo"appeared on screen, with a caption version :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Black Phallus !"

Suddenly visor McFarland was not so confident in his wife's ‘ icy professional veneering ’.


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Becky Davenport stared at the projection screen. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of total darkness phallus had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the doorknocker all night. Both her parents were out that Nox, her Father was at a church service meeting and her female parent was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the couch in the life elbow room and take in pitch blackness member's sexy euphony picture, all alone. One after another, each video excited the uninitiate eighteen-year old to a greater extent and more. By the clip the"Only natural"video ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, ripe knocker, and her hired hand frantically rubbing her Virgo the Virgin kitty. She couldn't believe how hot these videos were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Black Phallus's medicine, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her caput was spinning. She could see a vibrancy in her auricle. She realized that the ringing was the house solid ground line. She picked up the headphone, but it was too deep, the caller had hung up.

Becky had no idea that the caller had been her mother, calling to tell her that the leger lodge get together had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - component part EIGHT : JESSICA MCFARLAND meet Shirley Temple Black phallus"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank television monitor nearby. The"Only cancel"TV had ended a minute earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial-grade break, but Jessica's intellect was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The TV's amorousness had awoken something deep interior in Jessica ... She could feel a strong prickling in her kitty ... She slowly lowered a mitt down between her legs. The scenes just kept playing over and over in Jessica's judgment ... as her manus found her step-in ... She thought of the mother and girl ... the cheerleaders ... the cleaning woman at the health spa ... the men ... the big black men ... their muscle ... the cycle ! That steady, spellbinding, THROBBING basso ... all the figure and audio pulsed through her wholly dead body, like it had the other night. Jessica's intellect was lost in another humankind, while absent-mindedly let her fingers rub back and forth over puss mound. The thin fabric of her scanty was soaked.

"MRS. MCFARLAND ! !"Heather called again ... Jessica blinked and turned to the young woman. She still said nothing, but jerked her hand out form underneath her desk.

"I have the early jacket."Heather said, smiling wickedly,"Do you still want to vary ? We only have a minute before the cat come out here. If you want to change, I suggest you do it now ..."

Jessica stared at the untested brunette ... what did she want ? The girl was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown spoken language ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could hear was the beat of the music. It was as if the video recording was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at Heather as if the pretty young make-up female child was starring in one of the video's vignettes ... Jessica wondered how this scenery would recreate out ... how would this pretty white girl succumb to a black man ? But no ... no, this girl was standing right in front of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video recording ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to stir her head no. This was substantial sprightliness now ... not some rap video recording. Those things don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her head no.

Heather shrugged and took the jacket away ... but quickly returned with a make-up kit and leech."You're shiny again Mrs McFarland."the young brunette giggled while dabbing Jessica's forehead and cleavage with a sponge.

Jessica whimpered ... her breasts and mammilla had always been very sensitive ... and in her current state of arousal ... she started to suit aware of her environs again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hand up from her seawall, and waved her aspect in a despairing attack to cool down off.

"I guess I can't blame you,"Heather continued, now dabbing Jessica's face and cleavage with concealing gunpowder,"it is pretty hot."

"Yes ..."Jessica muttered, slowly emerging her lustful stupor,"very hot ... what ?"

"The studio lights."the Calluna vulgaris smiled, putting the pulverisation away."They're making you perspire, and you're getting shiny."

Jessica swallowed ... her principal was swimming. Why was it so hot ? She grabbed a bottle of H2O under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few draught. That was better ... her mind got a little clearer.

"Now ..."she started to cerebrate ..."what did I need to take up care of during the break."Her eyes widened as she caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the nearby video monitor ... her full, milklike whiteness cleavage was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the crown ! She needed to change her crownwork !

"MRS. MCFARLAND,"A warm rich spokesperson suddenly spoke up, startling Jessica."Allow me to insert you to Black Phallus !"

Startled by the interruption in her unrestrained view, Jessica gasped and suddenly spin out around in her chair, only to find herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."well-endowed"man .... mere inches from her face ! After a few secondment, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this tremendous masculine gibbousness, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, innocuous, blue eyes upwards to see a Negro man's bare torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare body'... a glorious, muscular, jet black torso, with rippling abs and a powerful chest. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a unknown and beautiful fortunate range of mountains necklace that perfectly complimented the man's dismal coffee peel. The lonesome clothing he wore was a pair black shoes, the singular gold Chain, and a twosome of sinister leather pant. His pant were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'style. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to play an unflinchingly masculine Black face. She couldn't see the man's oculus, thanks to a pair mirror-lens flyer sunglasses. When she tried to await into his eyes ... all she could see was her own stunned, pale reflection ... and her fully Elwyn Brooks White white meat heaving in her unprofessional blue sky cap. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to front right down her cleavage.

Quickly Jessica stood, and backed up slightly. The man still towered over her, and Jessica found herself looking right into the man's powerful fatal chest. She wasn't short ... this man must have been at least 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two grim men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became aware of when she managed to cease looking at the ebony tree giant immediately in forepart of her.

Jessica put a pocket-size, finespun bloodless hand out in an whirl of a handshake. The giant Negro man took her petite hand in his ... it was tremendous, with retentive sinewy fingerbreadth. He slowly lifted her white hand to his inscrutable dark face and kissed her digit gently. His handle was strong, and unyielding ... but his lips were full, warm, and soft.

Jessica couldn't help but smiling ... out of civility, of form ! The man was being very bold !

"Hello, I'm Jessica McFarland."Jessica stated coolly."You must be ..."

"B-Love."the heavyweight responded, in a copious, reverberative vocalism. He was speaking softly ... but his voice was late and hefty ... not unlike the full-bodied bass of his music.

"This here is Shemar,"B-Love continued as one of his Friend stepped up from behind him, taking Jessica's hired hand.

"It is a pleasance to get together you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's hired man. His voice was rich, but not as deep as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boyish smile. His hair was trimmed so short and cleanse that it seemed almost like a shadow on his headland. He had a moustache and goatee, trimmed clean in a standardised manner. Shemar was a shorter than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make much departure to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully tailored black suit, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own muscular black pectus. He was just as powerful as B-Love, but had a lighter complexion. His oculus were beautiful puddle of dark brown.

"And this ..."B-Love said, as the 3rd man stepped up,"is Big Mike."

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her hand firmly in his. Big microphone's voice wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and fertile like Shemar's, but instead it was deep and gravelly ... rugged. He was magniloquent than Shemar and B-Love and also lowering. He wasn't corpulence, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a beefy goliath. He wore black pants, a fatal heftiness tee, and a black leather jacket. On the tee's chest was a red lineation of a black-power fist. mike had a full byssus, though it was neatly trimmed to almost husk, and his heading was clean shaven. His eye were hidden by a brace of black sunglasses.

"I hope you enjoyed the video."B-Love said, smoothly.

"It was very ..."Jessica searched for the word ..."provocative. I will, of course, have some questions."

"Of course,"Shemar smiled,"we're hear to reply all your dubiousness. We want the public to understand what we're all about. We want you to interpret, Mrs McFarland."

"Please, prognosticate me Jessica,"Jessica smiled at Shemar. He was very bland, quite a smoothy. She realized she'd have to check out for him.

"I prefer, ‘ Mrs. McFarland'“ B-Love boomed, fingering his strange-looking gold necklace,"if you don't mind."He smiled. Jessica shivered a slight.

"Whichever you prefer is fine."Jessica smiled, calmly. She'd have to watch out for B-Love too. He seemed aggressive ... confrontational. His smile seemed strangely sinister ... but maybe that was just the mirror lenses of his glasses. And there was something very odd about that necklace of his.

Jessica suddenly caught a glimpse of Heather out of the nook of her eye. The make-up girl was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big Mike was talking to her quietly ... resting a large black manus on her shoulder. Heather bit her take down lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the telecasting ... Jesus, these guys never quit !

A voice came over the loud Speaker."FIVE arcminute everybody. Places on the interview set please !"

"fountainhead valet de chambre, I think we should take a shit our way over to the interview set."Jessica spoke loudly, hoping to get Big mike's care. She failed. She glanced in mike's focal point again. Shemar followed her feeling and elbowed microphone sharply.

"hoot bro,"Mike turned to Shemar, visibly annoyed,"What you problem ?"Mike looked over at Jessica ..."Oh ... sorry."

"As I was saying, we need to get over to the consultation set, so the tv camera men can get the framing and lighting set up."

"This ain't the interview set ?"Mike asked, casually.

"No, this is the News Desk."Jessica replied,"Interviews are conducted on a less conventional, more comfortable set."

"You got it"Mike said, then turned to Heather."You gon na make sure big daddy here don't look too sheeny, right hon ?"

"Yes sir !"Heather giggled.

"Atta girl !"Big mike grinned, slapping Heather playfully on the ass. Heather rushed away, giggling.

Jessica couldn't believe the daughter allowed herself to be treated like that. She said nothing though ... There would be meter enough to address the chemical group's sentiment of char, when she conducted the interview.

As the grouping walked over to the set ... just a few infantry away from the ‘ newsdesk'set, Jessica heard one of them remark,"It's nice to see so many brothers working in a place like this ain't it ?"

Jessica realized that he was talking to her."Yes, of course."she responded."KNEN is an adequate opportunity employer."

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crew mostly consisted of ‘ business minorities ’, mainly char and black males, tonight the studio seemed to be predominantly black Male. She knew that many of the standard crew had been replaced with Black genus Phallus's own technologist, just for this evening. This was supposedly because the group thought they might be giving a live performance that dark, though nothing had been guaranteed. But it was only at that second that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the only bloodless faces in the studio belonged to Heather the make-up girlfriend and herself.

"So, are you gentlemen giving me a carrying into action tonight ?"Jessica asked amiably, returning her tending to her interview subject area.

"That's the plan."Shemar smiled.

As they reached the set, Jessica looked around. She hadn't noticed earlier, but the interview set had been redecorated. It was beautiful ... but very ... ethnic.

The walls of the set were painted with a warm, colored yellow-gold lambskin shape that gave the feeling of candent candle light, and decorated with bolts of burgundy satin and ebony African tribal masque. There were blackness and gold vase filled with dried flowers and reeds decorating the spinal column of the set, while the level was covered in exotic animal skins and pelt ... Jessica was uncertain whether or not they were veridical.

At the front of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch improbable"missionary work Style"wooden table, with a burgundy cloth draped over it. About two feet behind the table, facing it, was a bombastic, browned leather sofa, with a zebra skin draped over the cover. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a matching leather chair.

B-Love immediately took a ass in the large, throne-like chair. He sat back, spreading his stage wide, and draped his powerful black munition over the chair's arms, and down the position. Despite the chairman's fairly large size, B-Love almost looked like a grown man sitting in a child-size chair.

"Actually, B-Love,"Jessica spoke quickly,"Normally with mathematical group consultation, the interviewer takes the chair, and the subjects take the couch."

"Do I look like anybody's subject ?"B-Love asked, quietly ... yet powerfully.

Jessica looked down at the giant bootleg man sitting in the president. No, he definitely didn't look like a study ! In fact, with the set's decor and B-Love's anatomy and behavior, he looked every bit like some kind of powerful African chieftain !

"No, of course not !"Jessica smiled,"I simply meant that ..."

"I know what you meant Mrs. McFarland"B-Love smiled ... Jessica was relieved by that,"but I think I'd prefer the death chair. Why don't you take the couch, with Shemar and Big Mike ?"

Jessica turned to see that mike had taken a seat at the far end of the lounge, while Shemar had taken the shopping mall. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the empty fanny next to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her legs on the large shock absorber, and felt a bit hug sitting succeeding to the two large black men.

She looked around the studio as the camera moved into position. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was unusual, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her notes. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 mugs of water for each of the citizenry on the set. Jessica caught a glance of herself in the television monitor off set. It was quite a sight. The warm, rich, dark colors of the set contrasted starkly with her bright purple bluing jacket crown. The contrast was almost as austere as that of her petite white physique, squeezed between two hulking contraband men on a large bootleg couch.

Then the voice boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

"Back in FIVE, 4, 3, TWO, ONE ..."

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"trade good evening,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the second minute of a very special episode of"The Whole Truth ”. We'd like to remind you one last time that tonight's episode of"The Whole Truth"contains fabric of a sore nature, and is intended only for a mature consultation. There will be no more commercial breaks this eve. You may have heard of them, you may give heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the eventide, you've seen their videos. You know that"black member"is a controversial group. Now, in the studio, we will here their thoughts on their controversy, their music, and their school of thought. Here with me in the studio are the three members of the rap group Shirley Temple Black Phallus. To my leftfield, is B-Love. To my right is Shemar, and finally, to my far right wing, is Big Mike. Good evening valet de chambre, thank you for being here this evening."

"trade good evening."Shemar replied. The other two men nodded."It's a pleasure."

"wellspring gentleman,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't service but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these goliath thugs as ‘ gentlemen ’, but something about them commanded respect."Your music has managed to become staggeringly pop in club and CD participant across U.S., without the benefit of your music being aired on the radio set, or your videos aired on television. How did this happen ?"

"Word of oral cavity"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard good music, and the club scene spreads word fasting. So does the internet, and most young people, the people who buy our music, are online. Word gets around fast."

"But surely,"Jessica pressed,"there is to a greater extent to it than that ?"

"Well,"Big mike interjected this time,"we got good rhythm method, impregnable beats, and some bold face rhyme. People like what we're sayin ’. radiocommunication and TV don't matter beyond that ... that's the business organisation end of it. If people like the euphony, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, talk about it."

"Yes,"Jessica added,"but what about the political caustic remark in your lyric ? Don't you feel that these strong political content make your music popular with a wider spectrum of people ?"

"caustic remark ?"Shemar furrowed his brow,"I don't think you understand. Our euphony comes from real life sentence experiences. We want to share these experiences, so that people learn more about human sexuality, as we have learned about man sexuality from our experiences. We aren't doing any sort of satire."

Jessica was a little puzzled by Shemar's insistence on the"true"nature of the song's lyrics. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ stoppage in type'? She decided to let the scuttlebutt go for the sentence being.

"You say you want hoi polloi to learn about your philosophical system of homo sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the graphic nature of your lyric immediately push hoi polloi away. Doesn't it make them not want to listen to you or hear your ideas ?"

"Our lyric poem have to be graphic,"Shemar responded,"because the truth requires it of them. The Truth can't be sugar-coated."

"Some mass might say that the intellect your music isn't heard on the radio receiver, or seen on medicine video recording distribution channel, is because your lyrics are misogynistic, sexually explicit, and you're perpetuating mean stereotypes."Jessica commented.

"Shit, that ain't it at all ! !"Big microphone shook his chief,"The reason our euphony don't get played is that the whiteboys running the wireless post and TV networks are scared of us !"

"Is that so ?"Jessica asked, incredulously,"Why are they afraid of you ?"

"Cause we tellin'the TRUTH !"The Truth can't be offensive to nobody but liars ... people who are scared of the verity. They radio and the music TV TV channel are afraid of our message."

"The truth ?"Jessica recalled some of her enquiry and decided this was an appropriate segue into a new line of questioning."Let's talk about the trueness. You contend that your lyrics accurately draw your honest ism and your music TV depict actual events. Is that so ?"

"Absolutely."microphone nodded."We keep it real."

Jessica began to wonder if she had been mistaken. Maybe these Song dynasty weren't political satire. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the title really were true. This ‘ philosophy'of black male person superiority the group espoused was something they seemed to take seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sexuality ... Maybe they were just like any other rappers, bragging about their subjugation. But those stories ! They were so outrageous ! married woman, Saint Brigid, female parent, daughter, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and disputation was just about selling phonograph record and making a one dollar bill. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the stories were exaggerated to sell records.

"But there are some exaggerations, here, aren't there ? Some aesthetic licence meant to generate controversy, or tickle ?"Jessica asked in a challenging way.

"The events in the strain are all true."Shemar stated again.

Jessica thought she had finally found a chink in their armour. Shemar had specifically said ‘ Sung dynasty ’. Perhaps the songs were dependable, but the TV were exaggerated. She could ask them about the picture, and maybe overhear them in a lie. Of course, she would have to be careful not to dwell on the imagery in some of those videos ... and the feelings that they had given her when she watched them.

"Well, let's talk about your videos."Jessica started.

Big Mike suddenly smiled,"Actually, we was kinda hoping you'd appear in one of our videos, Mrs McFarland !"

Jessica felt herself bloom. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty sufficiency to look as one of the models in her video ... but then thought about how char were portrayed in the videos and became a bit insulted. True, they hadn't said they would portray her in the like light as the former char she'd seen in the video recording ... as some form of sexual object ... some bimbo who would succumb to a big putz ... a big ... black ... rooster ... Jessica's thought process began to swim imagery from the telecasting ... the married woman and the bootleg plumber ... the mother/daughter team with the girl's beau ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so happy ... and those gorgeous inkiness men ... huge muscles ... huge ... No ... No ! It was insulting that cleaning lady were objectified like that in the television ... and it was more contemptuous to her that they thought she would ever agree to appear in one of their videos.

"Thank you, I'll have to regard it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her enquiry."Let's aspect just at the write up told in the TV we showed in the first hour of the computer programme. Their titles were ... let me get these in rules of order ... ‘ White hymeneals, Blacked St. Bridget'?"

B-Love smiled and nodded. microphone and Shemar responded with a"yes."

"coon In The Mrs. Henry Wood piling"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

"Black-Cock-Pit ?"Jessica asked. The men nodded.

"And ‘ Only Natural ’, are those correct ?"Jessica asked. She knew the titles were correct, but the tactic of asking for substantiation of facts was common praxis in an interview. It forced a response from the subjects, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the pictorial rubric thwarted Jessica's attempt to repress the imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

"It is still your assertion that the events unfolding in these telecasting actually happened ?"

"Yes."Shemar smiled sweetly, masking his impatience.

Jessica couldn't believe that the group's members could make the claim with a neat face. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the question. In venom of her fear of the rapper, she couldn't get wrap her judgement around the group's claims.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The conquest of brides at their nuptials ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game plot ? ... the cheating wife with the delivery man ... the pipe fitter ... the security police officer ... the pool man ... her ... pregnancy ... ?"

"Yes."Big microphone chuckled."It's all true. That's just man sexuality, at its finest."

"I believe that we've made that clear in the ocean liner note of the CD."B-Love intoned quietly.

Jessica's mind reeled at the idea that those consequence might have actually transpired. The vignette from the video recording and strain replayed in her psyche ... the bride joining her maid of honor with pitch blackness men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the black soccer players ... the black vagrant seducing the wife and mate daughter's from the home that took him in ... The monolithic debauchery on that plane ... Jessica fell silent for a few second gear. The heat energy from the studio lighter, combined with the sexual imagination flitting through her mind, was making her lighter headed. It was obvious to all observance that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise stoic face cracked the slightest smile on one slope, almost smirking. Jessica noticed it out of the corner of her eye. It gave Jessica a chill, and snapped her out of her trance.

"Some of those incidents you've described are ... pretty wild."Jessica stammered.

"The truth is what it is."Shemar shrugged,"we can't avail that. It's only natural."

Jessica was about to ask them to tell a specific incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the rapper had yet mentioned the interracial aspect of their music. The themes of melanise men dominating T. H. White women, and stealing them from white men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their music. If their purport was to get disputation in rescript to sell to a greater extent CDs, then they should have mentioned the interracial chemical element by this full stop in the interview. The interracial element in the record album was clearly part of the shock absorber value.

Yet throughout the hale audience, they had many chance to make specific commentary on their claims and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the women in these scenarios were flannel, and all the men were smutty. Not one of them had even mentioned the issue of subspecies. Jessica wondered why this was.

"Well,"Jessica began coolly,"Let's talk about that shall we. Your mathematical group's school of thought ..."There was an awkward pause as Jessica waited for one of the rapper to explain their ideas. Instead they sat silently, waiting for her to finish the question formally."... Could you explain it ?"Jessica finally said.

"Well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primal sex and animate being instinct. Every birdcall on our CD, every music telecasting we've made, demonstrates natural pick. The female of the species wants to be bred by the Alpha Males of her species. It's natural selection, natural selection of the fittest. womanhood go for men who are more muscular, who look like stronger shielder, ameliorate providers ... That ain't a new conception, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no honorable mention of the racial expression of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to cook her salary increase the matter. It was a power turn in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to make the schematic introduction of the chemical group's ism to her audience. They wanted to exhibit that she recognized it ... and possibly involve that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him manipulate her like that.

"That's all very interesting,"Jessica responded,"but some might say you've perverted Charles Robert Darwin's philosophy a bit."

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"fountainhead, for one thing,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to observe a way to make one of the doorknocker raise the backwash issue,"some might say that your reading is offensive."

"We don't understand why anybody would recall that."Shemar said.

"fountainhead for one thing,"Jessica countered,"it treats char like objects."

"Not at all !"Shemar replied."On the contrary, there are many charwoman in our songs and television that are shown to be making choices about the men they are with."

"But they're so submissive."Jessica argued.

"Only when they are with their selected alpha-males are the women shown to put in to his improvement ... they do not relegate to anybody less than them, thus they are not degraded. What makes you think they're degraded ?"Shemar explained.

"Because the only men that they are submitting to are ..."Jessica bit her spit.

They had done it. They had tricked her into broaching the depicted object of race.

"... Are what ?"Shemar asked innocently.

B-Love stared intently at the passably ovalbumin interviewer.

Jessica paused."fountainhead, In your songs and videos ... the fair sex are always ... the women only ... they only go with ... the alleged alpha males are always ... Afro-American men."

"blackamoor men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's awkward enquiry,"Of line they are ! But how is that degrading to women ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a blank woman to have sex with a melanise man ?"

Jessica went white. The question was valid ... why did she consider it degrading ? The cleaning lady were clearly making choices between the men ... the fact that they chose ignominious men shouldn't be degrading. Jessica stammered and sputtered, trying to chance a way out of the hole she'd made for herself. Finally she found it.

"No ... No ..."Jessica stammered ... she suddenly felt herself getting very hot and flustered."Not at all. It's just a that ... you're showing married women throwing away their marriages, their lives, their families ... just for sex. That's what's degrading. You're suggesting that women aren't in ascendancy of their sexual urges. That's suggesting that men are superior to women, because they control these itch in women."

"All we're trying to say is that char are primaeval beings."Shemar smiled."The edge of society can't compete with instinctive urges. There's nothing degrading about nature."We're not saying men are ranking to women."

"Then why is it we don't see women seducing men away from their mob, like your inglorious ‘ alpha males'are doing to the women ?"Jessica asked.

"Oh, that's easy."Big mike chuckled."That's because we're saying that black men are superior to white-hot men !"

"What ? !"Jessica blurted. After all the tiptoeing around the issue, she was shocked that one of the rapper had finally laid their cards on the table.

Shemar explained,"It is our disceptation that a char would be unable to control her sexual urges when with a black man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha males are Black person, or that fair sex should find a man attractive only if he's black. Your lyric poem present women as being sexual aim, inglorious men as some kind of first-rate men, and blanched Male as weak and afraid. Some the great unwashed could notice this to be racist, sexist, and offensive."

"Like I said earlier,"Shemar shrugged, flashing a seductive smiling,"the Truth is what it is."

"And like I said earlier,"Big microphone added,"the Andrew Dickson White boy in heraldic bearing of TV and receiving set don't want their women to cognize the truth. The accuracy that black men are superior to all early men. That's why our medicine don't get play !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that bleak male person are superordinate to all other males ? And that there is some vast conspiracy to hide this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

"Absolutely. Don't you ?"B-Love spoke up now. Jessica turned to front him ... her eye met only by her own reflexion in his glasses.

"tone at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the days of integrating, blackamoor men have dominated sports. Their athletic ability is unparalleled in the human race. In add-on to this, we're highly influential in the music industry. All of the greatest player over the last century were black men, or influenced by black men. If it wasn't for bias, racism, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the business concern macrocosm too."

"And of course ..."Mike piped up, in his staidly voice,"we dominate as lovers ... every woman whoever appeared in a blackamoor penis video knows that !"

"Do you mean to say,"Jessica asked, shocked,"that you've had sex with every one of the womanhood that have appeared in your videos ? You actually force them to ..."

"We don't effect them to do nothin'!"Big Mike interrupted,"Every one of those Theodore Harold White girls we hired ended up having sex with the Shirley Temple Black models when we shot the TV. We don't ask them to do it, we don't tell them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love view and sex scenes, but once we get those hot white women together with those black studhorse, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they little modesty-thongs and shit and just get busy, properly on camera ! shucks, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those girls and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't consider care of business in the bedroom like a BLACK MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a little too much for Jessica to trust. This claim of real sex in the television was even more outrageous than their call of honest chronicle behind the Sung lyric. The song lyric might be true, but at least the ‘ characters'were gift anonym. In the videos, performing artist'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these claims. She also wondered why some of those lady friend willingly did that for a euphony video, when to the highest degree actresses wouldn't do that for any form of movie. Surely this claim couldn't be dependable ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a video ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to have sex with men on television camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another gimmick to sell book and perpetuate a badboy image."It's a shame you didn't acknowledgment all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would make love to have interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to verify this claim."

"Oh, I promise you that Mike is telling the truth !"Shemar said."This is what happened. It's what always happens when you put young beautiful Caucasian cleaning woman in the like room with potent black men. It was beautiful to watch nature take its course of study like that ! Even in scenes where the television camera position wouldn't see them clearly, they just had sex right there on set. We couldn't have stopped them even if we'd wanted too !"

"Given the fact that your TV are deemed too explicit to be aired on any of the music TV channels,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just photograph the music videos with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to get with."

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each video in the hope that we would be able to air them on music television channels. We carefully framed our shots so that nothing too explicit could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a piece. We did that for every one of our video recording. Still, the music video mesh wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the to the lowest degree. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the cognitive process of editing especial edition video now, for going on DVD next year. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our videos from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of course the DVD with our first off picture will also feature the original ‘ tame'slice of each video you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot tantrum that had to be deleted for time, and some intense behind the shot footage."

"Aw, pit yeah !"Mike said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of girls learned the truth THAT day ! I taught a unhurt LOT of pretty Elwyn Brooks White girls that once you go pitch-black you don't go back ! Best day of their lifespan ! perdition, it was the best blamed day of my life sentence too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs. McFarland ?"Big mike winked at Jessica as he said this.

The men all chuckled. Jessica blushed, but knew that she couldn't let herself to get flustered or rattled by Mike's allusions to the sexual myths that the grouping liked to perpetuate ... let alone the implication that she would embrace the myth as well. If this was the serious they could do, she did n't accept to worry about their publicity stunt ! Nevertheless, she had to remain in control ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... consultation ... the conversation. Jessica chose to dismiss the innuendo, but before she could ask another enquiry, Big Mike spoke again.

"seminal fluid on Jessica !"Big Mike grinned,"No man can do it care a black man. Women everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and black. Like the Sung said ‘ No woman can resist, a sinister cock head, with child than her fist ! ’. No cleaning woman can stand, especially not a FINE woman like you Jessica !"

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Becky davenport gasped when she heard Big mike talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her sister's boss. Big Mike from ‘ Black Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blonde anchorwoman's big tits heaved while she talked to the gorgeous black rapper. It was obvious to Becky that the journalist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claims were true, then these rappers were so hot that they were able to seduce and fucked their role model, actresses, and dancer on the land site of their videos'production and included the footage in the television ! And now that Big Mike was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same thing to this network television journalist. Becky dropped her hand to her puss and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a shiver. She'd ignored Big microphone's references to the myth of Black person men's penis sizing, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was more, he had now expressly pointed his scuttlebutt to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't helper but be suddenly reminded of her pipe dream, when she saw herself as a bride and a black man's giant custody were pawing her full white titty. She shook her chief, trying to clear her mind of the trope, desperately trying to think of a motion to ask. She couldn't leave that comment hanging in the air like that. Big Mike was demeaning her, and challenging her loyalty as a wife just for a cheap laugh or a promotional gimmick !"But I think I can resist just o.k.. I'm a happily married woman."

"If he's a whiteboy,"B-Love interrupted, subtly squeezing his breakwater,"you ain't happy."

Again, Jessica shivered. There was something very disturbing about B-Love ... especially when he spoke ... and especially with what he was saying now. It made Jessica think of truncheon's recent trouble. She thought of Billy's small-scale, hitch dick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it rear for a several weeks. Jessica couldn't aid but momentarily drop her big down in the mouth eyes down to the large gibbosity running the length of B-Love's thy. The bulge that was a lot bigger than billystick's. Suddenly, it moved ! The protrusion twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussy tingle at that very here and now ! Then suddenly Jessica's view was blocked when B-Love rested his hand on the hump.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out flash and that she was staring at the rapper's genital organ. Pulling her gaze from B-Love's bulge, she scrambled for a phrase to plausibly go along her burst. She was rapidly losing control of the interview ... not to mention controller over herself ...

"Please ... don't ..."Jessica stammered,"say things like that ... about my husband !"Jessica finally seized on a semi-dignified release from her predicament."I AM happily tie and I don't want my husband disrespected like this !"Jessica tried to sound wild as she spoke ... but she didn't feel angry ... in cattiness of the fact that her married man and her wedlock had just been insulted. Nevertheless, she couldn't be bothered with self-reflection in the eye of her interview. Thanks to B-Love's crack at her hubby, a new line of questioning had just presented itself.

"You've actually just brought up a degree that I would like to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to compose herself."Some of your Song dynasty feature the seduction of matrimonial womanhood. Many masses find this particularly nauseous. You seem to further sexual promiscuity and infidelity whenever a seemingly ‘ better'Male comes along."

"Not just any ‘ amend male'“ Big Mike grinned,"a Black person male ! The real reason masses are offended is because they are racialist !"

"Do you really thing race is the only real issue here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that charwoman are incapable of controlling their cornerstone desires. What about char's mind ? Aren't humans more than just animals ? Aren't we civilized ? What about esteem, and loyalty ? debt instrument and love ? Are you suggesting that a woman would abandon all these things for some primal inherent aptitude, just because a so-called physically muscular alpha male came along ?"

"civilization, respect, loyalty, even love are all just skin deep ... a matter of the nous. Race is the real issue because that is a subject of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a large mordant hired man on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring mystifying into her eyes."Nature is primal. Nature is consummate. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the password hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue optic."We're just telling the trueness as we see it. Whether or not its offensive ... that ain't really relevant. The truth is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to educate people to the verity. We want people to see yesteryear societal conventions ... at what really matters. That's the message of all our medicine on this album, and our side by side record album. People are trying to traverse nature, and nature can not be denied. cypher can deny nature."

Shemar's hand gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's deep brown eye ... When she finally managed to interrupt his gaze, she glanced down at her line, and saw that he had pushed her wench up a few inches, to her mid thigh ... revealing the tops of her pitch-black stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to change the subject field. She tried to tug Shemar's hand off her leg, but he didn't budge. Not wanting to delineate care to Shemar's roaming hand, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own hand on top of his.

"Let's ... lecture ... about that,"Jessica stammered, staring at her tiny white hand on Shemar 's for a second or two too long, before continuing ..."your next album, I mean !"

She grabbed the phrase like it was a lifeline in a stormy sea ..."What can we anticipate from your next record album ? Or your future television for that matter Can we expect the Same ... themes ... we've heard on this record album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

It was B-Love who spoke now, in his punishing, ‘ calm anger'tone.

"Yes, I think you might say that. For instance, one of the songs we're workin'on is a take-off of the old racist song"She Ran Off With A nigger ”. Have you ever get a line of that song, Mrs McFarland ?"

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't help but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and powerful. His vox was so quiet, yet hard and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the Same time showing a tiny, white thoughtfulness of Jessica, framed by a powerful inglorious human face. It made her feel small ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his face still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a song written during the days of integration, an attack to stir up white anger against the musical theme of putting blacks and White in the same school and neighborhoods. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the substantial reason whiteboys feared integration ... the fear they had of being exposed as a sexual fraud, and losing his married woman or daughter to the obviously higher-up black male. Our version is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the song to our style of rap, and we're collaborating with a female artist, to tell the Sung's story from a white woman's stop of sentiment. She'll sing about how she used to be with white boys, but now, she will only ever be with a pitch blackness man ..."

"I see"Jessica interrupted, wanting to stop B- dear before he got too descriptive."And can you tell apart us what artist will be collaborating with you on this ... effort."

"Certainly,"Shemar smiled,"Brandi Pierce."

"Brandi Pierce ?"Jessica raised an eyebrow"The Princess of Pop ?"

"Yes, that's her."Shemar smiled."She'll also be appearing in the television with us."

Brandi President Pierce was the hottest pop princess in the industriousness. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock vocalizer when she was in her mid teen, but over the past couple of years she'd adopted a more secular, yet still pure image. Jessica had interviewed the little girl go year, on the eve of her 18th birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely innocent. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the past yr the new singer adopted a much aphrodisiacal figure ... but collaboration with Black penis ?

Jessica shivered."That's quite an image leap for her, isn't it ?"Jessica asked.

"It sure is,"Big mike grinned,"but we all loved working with minuscule Brandi. And she loved working under us, and begged to do it again and again ! So we're doing a video of the vocal, and she's appearing in that too !"Shemar and mike chuckled. B-Love remained understood ... expressionless.

Appearing in a Black Phallus video was still a snake pit of a leap though. Jessica could barely comprehend it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... thugs ! If lightlessness Phallus's other videos were any indication, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the last end of her ‘ guiltless'figure of speech in a particularly spectacular fashion !

"Do you have a clip of this video, by any hazard ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some reason, she found the persuasion of seeing Brandi Franklin Pierce performing with these men excited her a great heap ... probably just because it would be a great scoopful, she told herself.

"No, we don't have a cartridge holder of that video,"Shemar said softly,"we haven't started filming it yet. Brandi has some prior commitments that she has to attend to first. But it will be the first of all video to debut from our album, when it's done."

"I see."Jessica responded quietly. She could barely mask the letdown in her voice.

"We do get a little bit of footage from another television we've been shooting, very recently ..."Shemar quickly added, obviously reading the sadness in Jessica's voice.

Jessica brightened a bit."Interesting. This would be for a different song ?"

"Yes."B-Love interrupted. Jessica turned to face him. She noticed that whenever he spoke, the other two men got very quiesce, very fast. He was obviously in thrill of the group, even if he didn't say much. Jessica waited for him to continue his response ... but when none came presently, she felt compelled to investigate further.

"And ... the ... name uh-of the song ?"she sputtered, restlessly.

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained still."It's about a young cleaning lady, engaged to be married to her high shoal sweetie, but left all alone when he goes off on an extended business head trip. While he's away, she's uncovering comfort in the blazon of a black man."

"Black MEN."B-Love corrected.

"I ... I see"Jessica stuttered anxiously, the question seemed stuck in her pharynx."And will you show me ... I mean ... us ... our viewers ... this clipping tonight ?"Jessica heard herself ask the question almost as if she was watching the interview, rather than participating in it.

This wasn't the first time during the interview that one of her questions had blurred the distinction between journalistic pursuit and a personal ... fascination. The chance for an undivided kickoff smell at footage from a new music video was something that she had to prosecute, as a good journalist ... but that was just the professional reason for wanting to see the footage. The whole truth, whether or not Jessica could let in the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new telecasting. The videos ... the music ... the men ... everything about Black person Phallus was driving her to get wind Sir Thomas More ... she found them ... captivating.

"Absolutely"Shemar smiled."I think you'll find it the most occupy of all of our video !"

"Well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the wrong photographic camera,"let's see it. Without further ado, KNEN present, for the low gear time anywhere, footage from Black Phallus's new TV, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her attention to the television monitor, anxiously awaiting the start of the footage and music. She saw herself on the screen, sitting between the two hulk pitch-black rappers ... but didn't notice them exchanging grinning, flash, and nods. The picture went away, as the new TV started.

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Becky leaned forward on the couch and watched the TV screen intently."Yes ! Another video !"She gasped, her hands now frantically fondling her Danton True Young, inexperienced white body. The girl was so completely engrossed in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the sound of the garage door opening, just like she hadn't heard the headphone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a gruntle chiming music ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, Andrew Dickson White script writing a varsity letter. Beside the missive, on the composition desk, is a pic of a handsome young white man, in a cordiform frame. As the handwriting writes, we hear a soft distaff voice speech production ...

"Dear Brett,"coos the voice, before being interrupted by one of the Negro doorknocker's voices. He raps the future few lines, while the hand keeps writing. The video cuts quickly between the writing deal, and the half-naked muscular fatal rappers. As the rappers sing, a slow, but strong-growing beat from bass guitar quickly begins to eclipse the dreamy chime music.

"We hope you like it there in EC"rapped Shemar,
"Though she begged you not to go !
But you left your young fiancée here,
Without you all alone !
So now we got to distinguish you,
There's no need to travel rapidly back,
See, she's found some fun without you,
With some one big and black !"

"YEAH !"Belts Big microphone's voice.

As the delicate white hand continues piece of writing, there is a flash to a white guy reading the missive. electric shock spreads across his facial expression as he shakes his school principal in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of muscular black chests, weaponry, and shoulders ... some of guesswork featuring a small ivory deal wearing an ornate appointment ring, and running over rippling deep brown muscles.

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The rhythm and the bass sent tremble through Jessica's trunk ... absent-mindedly, she started fumbling with the clit of her crown.

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As the television continues, we return to video recording of the letter-writing hand. A refrain starts, sung by the woman who opened the TV. The girl seems to be moaning the lyric poem ... Her moans correspond with cause of the hand as it writes.

"I was just so-oh-OH lonely without you-ooOOH !"moans the girl 's innocent-sounding voice.
The letter-writing deal suddenly jumps, dragging a argumentation across the page.
There is a flash of footage of a pair of panties hitting the base. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a shot woman's mouthpiece, gently biting her lower lip ...

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the soft voice.
The letter-writing script drops the pen, and the fingers flinch, wadding the paper briefly. These simulacrum are edited together with flashes of a white woman's naked back. The angle of the camera shot indicates that she is bow over. We see two expectant Black person hands run up her side of meat, and grab her flyspeck waist from behind ! The TV quickly cuts back to the hired man as it picks up the pen, flattens the paper, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the monitor, completely engrossed in the action on silver screen. In spite of the fact that it was only a minute into the song, and that there wasn't nearly as much obvious sexual imagination as the other television ... Jessica was ruttish than she'd ever been that Nox. Her head was so clouded with lust that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to loosen to top clitoris of her already-too-revealing jacket, showing off even Sir Thomas More of her wax ovalbumin cleavage. Worse still, she'd started rubbing her pussy through her skirt with one manus, while running her fingertips along her segmentation with the other.

Cameras moved around the studio, carefully capturing Jessica's every move and breathing time ... even though their signal wasn't currently being broadcast. The home TV audience were only seeing the rap video recording at that here and now ... just like Jessica.

While America and Jessica watched the video, the doorknocker watched Jessica. She may not have been mindful of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the 1st time that evening, B-Love smiled. Not smirk, but a smiling of gratification. Big microphone and Shemar both shed their jackets. This left Mike in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated next to the ardent young journalist. All three men's chocolate skin shined with perspiration from the hot studio lights ... their masculine scent hung in the muggy studio air.

The studio tv camera's filmed the doorknocker shedding their clothes, while Jessica remained complete distracted ... her eyes glued to the monitoring device showing the video. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the vocalisation of the miss sounded SO fellow ... she could almost figure out who the girlfriend was ... like she knew her ... but the Brigham Young married newsperson was just so horny that she couldn't think straight !


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Jessica wasn't the only one engrossed by the new television. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her virtuous white pussy and teasing her clitoris as she watched the natural process unfold. She squeezed her firm Edward Douglas White Jr. titties roughly ... pinching and twisting her young pink nipple. She was on the verge of culmination when she was interrupted by a painful scream.

"REBECCA DAVENPORT ! !"Karen Davenport screamed at her writhing half-naked daughter"WHAT DO YOU believe YOU'RE DOING ?"

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to pen and tell you-ooOOH !"the familiar voice squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hand jumping again, this time forcefully knocking the fiancé's picture from the desk. There is a speedy chronological succession of footage ... the glass frame hitting the paries and shattering ... a shot of the picture lying on the floor among the broken glass ... a large black hired man roughly grabbing a head of blonde hair ... a guess of black back-muscles flexing ... and a shot of two big, blue, slightly-teary eyes widening suddenly ... Cut back to the script, it moves back to the cobbler's last line and tries to continue writing, but just scribble hap-hazardly across the paper ...

"You needed to know-oh-OH ... that I've fou-OW-OW-OUND SOME-WUNNNN ! ! ! ! !"
The charwoman's voice deteriorates into a wail of pleasure. The letter-writing mitt shingle violently, her fingers contract suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the report at the same time !

The freshwater bass beat suddenly reaches a fast, thumping crescendo as the video makes a sudden cut to a wide shot. We see a young, sexy White woman, leaning forward, bent-grass at the barren, over the composition desk ... she's nude ... but her arms and the photographic camera are strategically positioned so that her breasts can not be seen. Her side is hidden by a multitude of unruly blonde hair's-breadth.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO MORE !"the young lady sings as the snap suddenly jumps to a wider stab, and we see that one of the black rappers is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her nous back, and flipping her prospicient blonde hair out of her beautiful face ... a very associate human face !

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Jessica McFarland wasn't the solely one who recognized the blonde in the TV.


"What is this garbage Becky ?"Karen Davenport screamed at her daughter as the footage of a light-haired woman writhing and moaning like a slovenly woman while some big Black fondled her soundbox continued playing on the TV screen.

Becky Davenport, busy trying to compose herself, was talking at the same time as her mother ... trying desperately to declare oneself some kind of sapless explanation of her doings."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the pretty white adolescent stammered, tears of embarrassment streaming down her pretty face.

"How could you watch this smut ! ?"Karen started to ask, before suddenly falling silent.

"It's not what you think ... its actually a news programme ... its just ..."Becky babbled, but suddenly became aware that her mother had stopped screaming, and was staring at the TV screen.

Becky turned to count at the TV, just as the blonde in the television flipped her hair back and revealed her face.

Both Karen and Becky stared at the silver screen in silent disbelief.

"How ..."Karen Davenport finally whispered in daze,"Oh ... Dear ... God ... No !"

The curvaceous red-haired forty-something mother of two quickly grabbed her younger daughter and forced her to the step, trying to obstruct her scene of the television."Becky ... go to your room ! Now !"

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too deep. If her female parent was trying to keep her from seeing the charwoman's face, she'd failed ... and Becky was every bit as shocked as her mother.

"Sarah ! ?"

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"OH MY GOD ! ! ! Sarah ! ? ! ?"Jessica shrieked. She couldn't believe her oculus ! Sarah, her sweet, innocent, beautiful, engaged assistant was in this video recording ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ago !

Jessica was so shocked that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the concealment after the clip ended. She sat there, stunned, silent except for her heavy breathing, on the air with the makers of the video that had fascinated her so. Her good Patrick White boob heaving obscenely in her revelation jacket. She didn't even observe that fact that somehow, during the course of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two buttons of her jacket, and had hiked her skirt up so high that from the right angle, the cameras could easily see her scanty !

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Billy McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the missy in the video. Her case was familiar but her behavior certainly was n't. he-goat had met Jessica 's assistant respective clip, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's conservative, virtuous deportment and her dedication to her fiancé and vocation. He had always admired how she maintained her dignity and decorum, surrounded by all of those pitch-black love child that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a woman as Whitney Young and beautiful as Sarah held such rigorous ethics and ethics.

Now as billy club watched Sarah 's gyrating raw form in a euphony picture time, he was forced to wonder if somehow all of Sarah 's previously bourgeois doings had been some kind of pro travesty. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never appear nude in some seamy euphony picture, let alone simulate a sex panorama with some whale black animal. It was repugnant ! Still, there she was, on television, writhing away in some so-called music video that was little More than softcore porn. How could she do it ? What sort of awing trollop was she ?

As atrocious as it was to see Sarah degrade herself in the music video, Jessica McFarland 's reaction to the sight was absolutely chilling to billy goat.

Billy could n't believe his married woman 's reaction. Jessica 's backtalk hung open ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two buttons of her crown had come undone, her beautiful chest were almost hanging out of the jacket now, and the clasp of her fateful lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her skirt ... or rather ... her panties ! Somehow Jessica 's bird had ridden up, causing her panties to be seeable from the camera angle.

Worse still, it seemed that cypher in the studio had noticed the fact that Jessica 's panty were visible, because the camera operator stayed on that angle, and the studio apartment did n't cut away to a different camera ... and then ...

"No !"he-goat yelled as he watched the monitor."What the roll in the hay is that camera man doing ?"

The television camera began to zoom in on Jessica 's scanty. The studio HAD noticed that her scanty were visible ... and rather than protect her modesty, they were going to overwork her ! Billy watched in horror as the photographic camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her physical structure, pausing on her heaving albumen breasts. Billy was furious. What the hell was going on in that studio ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' Publicity Stunt ''.

Was this the promotional material stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore pornography video of her personal assistant ... flashing some cheap scene of Jessica 's panties and cleavage ... something to clear her smell like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respected diarist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stupid rap group 's publicity stunt ? Those sons of bitches ! He had to get out ; he had to help Jessica !

Billy leapt from the leafy vegetable way couch and ran to the door of the special K room ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! Billy began beating on the door and yelling.

'' ... They might try some sort of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's part echoed in his mind. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might have to go along with it ... the network really wants this audience ! ``

billystick 's heart widened with terror. What if the network made Sarah do that video ? And if they did that ... what would they make Jessica do ? No ... the would n't presume do that to Jessica !

'' They might try some form of promotional material stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his head again, `` ... I might have to go along with it ... ''

Billy increased his frantic whipping on the doorway, and began calling for assist. Everybody ignored his yells ... Everybody but a small hidden camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his chemical reaction and behavior.

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"That's all there is of the video, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her thoughts. The cat started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her shock ... hearing the chuckles of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some kind of joke ? Jessica's eyes lit up with an abrupt realization. It was over ... that was the publicity stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a part of the promotional material stunt ! All of the things these guy cable had been saying and doing in the studio apartment that night, were all designed for shock value ... just like their albums. This picture must have been some form of dupery ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in order to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'show was just an attack to shock Jessica McFarland on internal television ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ unsafe'bad boy image ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to manifest that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken advantage of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a false calm. Even though she knew the video had to be some kind of trick or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nerves for a moment, trying to regain her master demeanor ... still completely incognizant of the land of her jacket and chick ... or apparently the fact that her interview national were wearing lupus erythematosus clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should explain to our audience that the young woman in the picture is actually my personal assistant,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion body in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a prank. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your radical is really a brilliant satire on bias and stereotypes about black men, and interracial family relationship !"

Shemar raised an brow at Jessica's command and B-Love shook his head.

"Aw, HELL no !"Big mike interrupted,"damn girl, that ain't it at all ! We're life-threatening infant, don't you understand ? We seduced that girl last night ! She ain't interested in Brad no mo'! She only wants inglorious men !"

Jessica looked back and Forth between the rappers ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a gag. It had to be ... a promotional material stunt.

"Now guys, sufficiency is sufficiency,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing nervous,"I know Sarah very well. She would never cheat on her fiancé, she loves him too much !"

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his groin through his black leather pants. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized bulge in B-Loves pants had actually gotten bigger over the row of the interview ! She could barely rive her centre away ... it took her a moment to regain her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her head ;"You can't ask me to believe that that video was for real !"

"BELIEVE IT !"B-Love said adamantly, sitting forward in his chair.

"No, it's just not possible !"Jessica shook her head, frantically ... her composure was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to expose a promotional material stunt any more ... now she was fighting for her beliefs. She didn't want to think that Sarah ... that any fair sex could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a rattling man, whom she loves very lots !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really mean anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde whisker out of Jessica's face."I told you. The rules and conventions of society can not compete with the laws of nature. Any woman, confronted with a truly higher-up male person will be compelled to state to him, sexually. It doesn't subject if how much she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ beloved'will airt itself towards the superior male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could demonstrate that they'd seduced married womanhood. There would be no easy way of verifying any call like that. Even if a woman would admit to succumbing to their charms, she might not do so on national television ... and if a cleaning lady did that, she might have been paid to do so, to aid in the perpetuation of"Black Phallus's"image of sexual dominance. Still, for some reason that Jessica couldn't understand, part of her wanted to be proved wrong."Can you prove that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

"Yes."B-Love said, lifting the necklace around his neck."Look closely at this necklace Mrs McFarland. Don't you see what the links of the chemical chain are ?"

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's muscular black chest, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the liaison in the Sir Ernst Boris Chain were bigger than the data link one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizes and colors were not all the same. Most of the links were gilded, but some appeared to be platinum or silver. Some inter-group communication were slightly larger than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three dustup, like chemical chain mail. Throughout this normal of metal links, Jessica could see bright, shining gemstones. Like the links, the stones were of different sizes and colours. The arrangement of the stones was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetry or rule that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the Lucy Stone seemed to be mounted, individually to particular linkup, but they were only ever mounted on one side of meat as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the realization hit Jessica, a shiver went up her rachis, and a tingle went through her pussycat. She unconsciously fingered her wedding ring as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from link ... to link ... to link ... confirming her observation.

The links in the chain were made up of tintinnabulation ... not simple chain connection made of precious metal, but women's jewelry ... wedding band and engagement anchor ring ! Some were gold, some platinum ... some with diamonds, some without ... there even some that were engraved with quarrel like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with names. There were twelve of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of shattered vows !

"But that's ... No !"Jessica gasped ..."that can't be ..."

"Yes."B-Love said softly.

"But ..."Jessica stammered, still staring at the necklace,"there are ... so many !"

"This necklace is made up of 63 engagement pack and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course, this isn't my only necklace."

Jessica's eyes remained desexualize, hypnotically, on the glittering Testament to B-Love's sexual prowess. Could this prove their title ?"No ... no ... You ... could have just bought the rings ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from former cleaning woman ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his header, and held up one side of the necklace, pointing at one of the linkup. Jessica stared at it in mental rejection. The inter-group communication was a sandbag invention of gold, atomic number 78, and diamond. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a delicate gold pattern. This soft practice had been the campaign of the ring 's lengthy fit out adjustment. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's employment ring !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's family for a hundred and fifty years. Now it hung with 62 others, around the cervix of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an ugly seam in the delicate filagree, where the ring had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it possible that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guy wire were awfully handsome ... firm ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imagination reeled with painting of her demure Pres Young assistant being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge black men sitting around her. It must own been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her head to face Shemar, finding her backtalk inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might take stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a vestal young woman would yield to another man so quickly ... let alone one of the rappers of Negro Phallus.

"Why are you so do-or-die to believe that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained silent ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to take the real reason Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's ring, broken, and woven in with so many former halo ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big mike said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would test it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her chief ..."You could stimulate ... you could have paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be theatrical role of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big microphone responded,"Bitch, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone black, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah last dark and fucked her hard, filmed the whole thing ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her head ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in action. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful bodies ... their sinew ... their vast cock ... yes, they had to cause huge tool ! She was in a despairing combat now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would PROVE it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the sceptre of tears. She had nowhere to wrick ... her ventilation was becoming shallow ... her consistence felt like it was on fervor ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's young ... impressionable ... she could hold been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the words."You can't show that any intelligent, mature, convolute cleaning woman would return for that ... that ‘ once you go black'folderal !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big Mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a healthy, mature, sophisticated woman ?"Shemar asked quietly.

"Yes, yes I am !"Jessica blurted ... and instantly regretted it.

"So,"Big microphone said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny black torso. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the tiny white diarist."You won't free fall for no ‘ once you go Shirley Temple Black nonsensicality ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to ignore the agonizing tingling in her pussy.

"So ..."Big microphone reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can prove that we can seduce ANY woman ... any sophisticated, intelligent, mature woman ... like you !"

Jessica's eyes widened with alarum as she heard Big microphone's Word, and saw him reaching for the fly of his trouser !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big amobarbital sodium eyes upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big microphone's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big Mike chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the exclusively way we can prove that an intelligent, mature, advanced married woman like you will trust in the sexual might of a big black rooster !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eyes darted back and forth between the three pitch-black knocker'shining, bare, and muscular disastrous breast ... her puss felt like it was on fire."I mean ... you can't trick me into falling for some silly racist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye stratum with the enormous bump in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size folderal ... ‘ Once you go Negro, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her warmheartedness ... her pussy ... were all racing with excitement now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the brawny pitch blackness doorknocker surrounded the petite lily-white journalist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their inguen. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"DOES THIS expression the like A MYTH TO YOU, gripe ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a flashy ‘ zip'from her left ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A BITCH !"billystick yelled angrily as crying filled his eyes. He watched the studio provender in the waiting elbow room."THIS hoot HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M sledding TO nookie putting to death THOSE SONS OF BITCHES ”.

'' ... They might try some kind of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his mind. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might bear to go along with it ... the network really wants this consultation ! ``

Billy beat on the doorway again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't look away from the television screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the packaging stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a publicity stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the blind, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that moment publicity stunts were the final stage affair on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big amobarbital sodium eyes widened at the plenty of B-Love's cock. It was enormous ... so black ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inch around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant aroma. She felt her pussy muscle spasm. Desperately, she tried to await away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own cock out.

Shemar's cock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as dark or midst. Big microphone moved around in front end of Jessica, after unleashing his own colossus dick. Big mike's cock was only about 10 or 11 column inch long, but thicker than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by stupor ... she'd never seen so many rooster ... so big ... so black ... so ... HARD ! It took every fiber of her being to withstand taking one of them in her mouth right then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed natural ... but she'd never been that ... that ‘ cock-hungry'before ! All she knew for certain was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be capable to resist them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her tiny white workforce and tried to shove past Shemar, but her bridge player just landed on his giant nigrify stopcock ... and her digit just seemed to need to roll around it and reserve on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH find ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chortle maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her other bridge player, trying to push past B-Love ... and again, her hand found his dick ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and Forth ... between her two tiny white hands, grasping these two tremendous black cocks. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their length, their weight unit, the beautiful contrast between their rich ebony tegument, and her lily white hands. Her weaponry began to move back and forth ... her lily Edward White mitt stroking the giant pitch black perch almost as if she 'd put herself under a spell, watching the rhythmic stroking.

Then, she turned to see Big Mike moving closer ... his fat, coal-black hammer inches closer and closer to her rima oris ... Jessica could feel her clapper, pushing past her brim ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to defecate a video with us ?"Big microphone growled happily.

Jessica's middle widened in shock absorber, and she suddenly turned and looked at the camera. It was still running. She realized that all this had been going on, and the studio bunch had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done nothing to lay off it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a stop to this ? She couldn't believe that the provender hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this continue ? Surely ... they couldn't air this material now ... it was obscene ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's head suddenly whirled with unusual thing about tonight's appearance. The survive broadcast ... all the grownup advisories ... uncensored videos ... a no-holds debar interview, uninterrupted ... the specific request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would befall ... they ... WANTED this to happen ... This whole audience ... it was all a promotional material stunt, and she was a part of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! million of citizenry were seeing this ! Millions of multitude across the body politic were watching her slash two foot-long ignominious pecker while a third one was about to enter her mouth. billy ! BILLY COULD BE observation AT THAT VERY bit ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so shut to resisting their advances ... and so close to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm wed !"

'' Marriage do n't signify turd infant ! THIS does ! '' Big mike said, hefting his fat Black person turncock in his handwriting ... `` It 's only cancel baby, you want the practiced breeders, all women do. The fact is pitch-black men are the best breeders ! We 're more potent, more virile, more stamina ... and big… we get in trench ! Only a big Negroid cock can apply you the best fucking of your lifespan ! Your husband can only pass you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her typeface was flush, her full white boob heaved obscenely in her jacket. Again, she found herself imagining what those big cocks could do to her ... but she had to reject. She was on the air ... she loved Billy ...

"This ring represents my husband's beloved and deference for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, fighting the growing tingling wizard in her pussy."This pack means that I love him, and I'll never betray him ! I'm his and his alone !"

"HIS ?"B-Love sneered."See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. That's whiteboy brainwashing dogshit ! That ring don't represent sexual love baby, it represents awe. Your whiteboy married man put that ring on your finger because he's afraid that without piffling atomic number 79 lot, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a pathetic attempt by a flannel man to protect his ‘ place ’. It's like a curl on a room access. The problem is that little gold lock chamber on that door won't stand up to a big black battering ram !"

Jessica shook her head."This gang is a symbol of my veneration to my married man !"

"What ring ? THIS RING HERE ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist and pulling the pack from her finger then lifting it up above his head !"symbolisation huh ? funny story, I'm pretty sure it's just a slice of fucking jewelry ! A pretty little gold dance band, like the ones in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a Chain that attaches you to your husband. Maybe it's prison term to break that chain, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My ringing ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her ring as B-Love lifted it above high above her stretch. The blonde lost her equilibrium and fell backwards, sitting back on the sofa where she started. B-Love tossed the hoop to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the light."Shemar, please, leave it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you desire it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you need with this ring when you got three big jigaboo tool in front of you ?"

Shemar tossed the ring to Big microphone, who chimed in with his own teasing words."squawk WE TOLD YOU, THIS WEDDING pack DON'T MEAN red cent COMPARED TO A BIG BLACK COCK !"

"This isn't risible !"she whimpered desperately as child blue eyes darted back and Forth as the men tossed the gang amongst themselves."Give me back my ringing !"She was so horny and broken she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is lawful !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your ring back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big mike challenged."You know its confessedly. Are you honestly trying to enjoin me that your married man satisfies you sexually ? A woman like you and a wimp like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his fault !"Jessica blurted, confirming her married man's impotency on subject television system ;"I haven't been paying enough attention to him ... he's under a lot of stress !"

"bullshit"B-Love shouted."He's a have it away weakly interacting massive particle ! There ain't nothing more trying than being a melanise man, and we can get it up all the prison term ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problems ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a fucking WIMP !"

"Okay"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her band as the men tossed it back and Forth River, playing their game of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all amazing ! But I can't cheat on my married man !"Jessica whined.

"looking at,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately jumble prey,"You do n't have anything to worry about here honey. We all already know that it's straight. It 's perfectly natural for a beautiful Edward Douglas White Jr. fair sex in her intimate select to desire the biggest turncock she can get her hands on, and that usually means a black cock. That includes married women, and that includes YOU, Mrs. McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your husband at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to admit it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't avowedly !"Jessica lied again.

"Okay"B-Love said, moving closer to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to admit it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's true. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's cool off sister. Here it is, all you have to do, is just take it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining gold marriage ceremony band on the tip of his massive, rock-hard, chocolate-brown cock and pointed it straight at her reasonably ashen boldness ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to stay calm ... the masculine scent suspension in the air filled her anterior naris.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. Reach for it. Take your ring, and you can go. I promise we won't period you again. turn out to all of us that your marriage vows and professional reputation are more important than your personal sexual hug drug, and the laws of nature !"B-Love gently waved his cock back and Forth, teasing Jessica with the image of her valued wedding ring sitting on his vulgar black dick ... and letting her get a undecomposed puff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the hatful inch from her case. There was no avoiding it. This was her only opportunity to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lustfulness for these men. She would probably never see her husband as sexually attractive again ... but she could at to the lowest degree nullify humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on national television system ... at least she could protect her reputation as a professional char ... all she had to do was select her ring and go ! But in rules of order to do so, she knew that she'd have to impact that magnificent cock again ... and if she did that, she might not be able to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to risk it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his married woman on the green room 's TV screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would take the ring ... the sensational stunt would be over, and the consultation would be done.

But why was n't she taking the doughnut ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the raunchy dark rooster in front of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not rattling ... just a stunt ... just a stunt ... '' Billy muttered to himself.

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"Go on Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love said softly ... hypnotically ... still gently waving his thick dark cock under the reasonably blond's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your shoemaker's last opportunity to get out of here with your wedding vows in tact ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's question. Her throat felt suddenly dry, but her lip was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the figure of speech in front of her. Her choice ... her halo ... that putz ... The hopeful amber band glinted in a breathtaking line with B-Love's non-white deep brown skin. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful sight mock her faithfulness so cruelly at the Saami fourth dimension ? The mob's delicate size seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 inches of rock-hard, blackened rooster that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold wedding ring, a beautiful symbolization of her promise to be faithful to her husband, of her bed eternal adhesiveness with him. Or was it B-Love's dick that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't help but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding ceremony band ! It was just ... so tough ... so proud ... so big ... so black ... so ... perfect !

Jessica felt an almost electric tingling in her groin again. It was inviolable than ever before, and it kept getting stiff. At that consequence, it seemed that everything around her ceased to exist. Her quartz blue eye still fixated on the rapper'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her tiny white hand shaking ... her digit cold ... No Sooner had her trembling albumen fingertips barely touched the mob than her hand seemed to take on a spirit of its own. Her tiny fingers lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic smutty cock. The sudden movement caused her wedding hoop to drop to the floor ... but for some grounds, her eyes didn't follow it to the floor. Instead, Jessica's big blue eyes remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful ebony manhood ... and her midget egg white bridge player clutching it tight, as if it were a life line in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's hand slowly started pumping B-Love's vast dim dick, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender white finger's breadth curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's ebony shaft.

Jessica's chin quivered. She knew her gang was on the floor ... all she had to do was grab it ... just cull it up and leave ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to exit. She didn't want to stop stroking B-Love's magnificent black cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the matter, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having indorse thoughts about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage did n't matter ? THERE IS NO COMPARISON ! Everybody can see which is better ! You could have left, we gave you the fortune, but and you did n't fill it ! Everybody can see why you are still here… All that's left is for you to SAY IT ! ADMIT IT ! ! Do n't abnegate the Truth ! You wanted a story ! Here it is ! Married egg white diary keeper goes black on national TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's blue eyes bolted wide subject in fear ... OH GOD THE CAMERA ! She 'd blank out all about it ! THIS IS BEING program LIVE ... God… Billy could be watching her right now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the sentiment only seemed to excite her !

'' Please ... do n't take me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't deny the truth, but she did n't want to say it on television ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR HUSBAND CAN GO TO blaze ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T demand HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T deprivation HIM ANYMORE ! YOU deprivation BIGGER, better, BLACKER COCKS THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S hobble tweed WORM ! SO FUCKING SAY SO ! TELL THE WHOLE WORLD THE TRUTH, MRS. diary keeper ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the photographic camera ... then at Shemar and Big mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, black prick ... all for her !

"I admit it."Jessica whispered.

"What was that ?"B-Love taunted,"I couldn't hear you !"

"I ADMIT IT !"Jessica whimpered. The studio was so still, one could birth heard a pin drop.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to speak tentatively, but quickly her words erupted into a lurid, rambling declaration."I admit that it is perfectly raw for me to want you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big black rooster. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to bear sex with you all ! I want all of you to be intimate me because you are arrant men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a married cleaning woman,"Jessica turned to the tv camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the WHOLE TRUTH !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you happy to finally let the truth be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the truth. She understood now. This was right. This was full.

She looked up at Big mike. smiling, she took his cock in her manus, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that offer to appear in one of your videos ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's cock in her other hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I take to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her care to Shemar's beautiful black hammer, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't worry about being out or keeping,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock finisher and finisher to Jessica McFarland's pretty pink oral fissure,"now that you've admitted the truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature take up its track !"


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Through teary eyes billy McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the camera, a big black pecker in each hand, and one just in from her lips. Her sparkling sky blasphemous center were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her girlish yet beefy voice barely over a susurration."I guess I should enjoin him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Billy ... I'm so lamentable ... but I don't think you're going to like what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' Billy began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of trend, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a publicity stunt ! It 's not worth it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All billy goat could do was look out helplessly as the legal action unfolded on the television screen door. He felt sick to his tum. His beautiful blonde wife turned her big blue eye away from the tv camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly with child inglorious prick. She looked at it lovingly. nightstick fell to the story, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's deep brown eyes and smiled, before returning her sapphire gaze to the monolithic black prick in her hired man. Her eyelids seemed dense ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry Billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... natural. ``

And with that, the beautiful whitened newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the doorknocker's big black cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's soft pink lips grazed the head of his raging Negro rooster."osculation that nigga cock. lap it ! lick it up and down baby, get me good and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink spit lovingly around the tip of Shemar's brownish cock. Her eyes stared at his cock in idolatry as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the lance with her lingua. As she kissed and licked the good duration of Shemar's prick, over and over, her grip tightened as she stroked B-Love's cock with her left hand, and Big mike's with her right. Her arms and elbows strained from the drive, for both men's rooster were every bit as long, thick, and hard as Shemar's 12 inch. Jessica's gentle kisses reached the base of Shemar's shot. She nuzzled his profound black testis, closing her heart, and inhaling deeply his masculine scent. Any inhibitions she might take in had earlier that evening ... any doubt ... any shame ... melted away. Jessica felt a calm wash over her trunk ... and a desire to please these splendiferous black men.

"Suck it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big spade pecker ! Take it in your lip. Sucking black putz is the best thing any white-hot woman can do with her mouth. Better than asking us a bunch of pillock fuckin'interview questions !"

An 60 minutes earlier, maybe only a one-half an hour earlier, Jessica would deliver been infuriated by that comment. Now, she only felt that it was right ... that was the best thing she could do with her mouth ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to please them ! Jessica dreamily opened her center ... pulling herself away from Shemar's bollock ... kissing the duration of his diaphysis as she pulled back ... further and further ... her back talk finally reaching the forefront of his hammer ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lips parted ... her sassing opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's monster into her warm wet mouth. Her spit circled and stroked the head ... causing Shemar to moan. His solid fateful work force took grasp of Jessica's head ... his finger running through her soft blond hair as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more than and more of his cock into her willing mouth.

This went on for several minutes as the cameras captured every whimper and moan emanating from Jessica's stuffed oral fissure. Her delicate flannel hands continued stroking and pumping the other men's cocks, while her heading bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it cryptical and deeper into her oral fissure. She was only 3 or 4 inch from the base of the quill ... taking the hale thing in her mouth ... when she was interrupted.

"My routine man"Big Mike whispered ..."this hired hand shit is nice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's head, allowing her to swap over to Big mike. Big Mike and Shemar changed places ... Jessica's in good order hand loosened its grip on Big Mike's fat inglorious tool as he pulled away. It quickly grasped clench of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his cock into Jessica's face.

"Okay infant"Big microphone smiled,"This cock's a twain inches thick-skulled than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open real wide !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big mike's plump pitch blackness rod into her mouth. Her tongue didn't have much room to maneuver around Mike's girth, but she did her substantially. That was her duty. She took his girth into her sass ... only managing to get about 6 in down. Her jaw couldn't stretch plenty to take him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big microphone pull away ... she worried that she'd thwarted him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love take over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forward towards B-Love's tremendous smutty pecker ... the one that she had chosen over her wedding anchor ring ... she wanted it in her mouth ... she wanted to taste it ... give it joy ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger's breadth at her reproachfully. The other two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their cock from Jessica's work force. Jessica's mentum quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's wrong ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to correct any improper that she might suffer made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you nurse MY cock, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eyes glanced down at floor, unsure of where her once cute wedding pack had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbol of her marriage ceremony, and that was something that had lost all grandness to her.

"Do you really desire me to put that stupid ... thing on my finger again ?"She asked pouted."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. crawl over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few feet away, where her shining amber ring had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I deliver to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO sucking THIS COCK, OR ANY total darkness stopcock, YOU'D BETTER PUT THAT shit gang ON RIGHT NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that moment B-Love's anger only excited her. From her seat on the sofa, She quickly dropped to her knees and then fell on all four, scrambling across the studio flooring, her wide-cut boob straining to ruin detached of her low-cut jacket. The camera caught the injection from a low front angle, giving the home viewers a cracking position of Jessica's milky white segmentation as she crawled on all fours on the studio floor towards the marriage ring. She reached the low gold, and slipped it onto her digit, a aspect of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big microphone slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta girlfriend !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all fours, back to the couch and knelt before B-Love, showing him the ring that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may take my cock in your leave behind hired hand, and stroke it. You may not suck it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's beam in her deal again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, watching, stroking their own cocks. This was one of B-Love's trivial ‘ ceremonies of domination'that he liked to perform with new conquering. They knew not to interfere.

"Watch your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and glitter while you move your mitt back and Forth ... back and Forth River. See how your ring looks on your pretty white hand ... see how your middling Andrew Dickson White script looks as it strokes my big bleak cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelids became weighty ... her ventilation slowed, synchronizing with the pacify stroking motion of her script on B-Love's turncock. Light glinted from her burnished gold ring ... one-time symbol of fidelity ... as the Caucasian hand that wore it pumped a giant ebony turncock. Unconsciously, she dropped her right hand hand under her skirt, hiking it up and reaching her hot soaking panties ... she began to rub her slit gently ... in time with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that hand off your pussy !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my cock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her right wing hired man from her pussy and grabbing the al-Qaida of B-Love's putz. His rooster, being over a foot long, was plenty long enough for her to grab it with both helping hand, and still deliver a few 3 or 4 inches seeable while she pumped it with both her small egg white script. Not once did she take her oculus off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring look ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her leftfield script as it stroked B-Love's hammer.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering gold shining against my skin and yours ... glittering atomic number 79 hoop ... petite white helping hand ... big black shaft ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it mean ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean value anything. It's just a ring… a pretty piece of gold. Kind of like the contact in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may suck my cock now !"

Jessica gasped with joy, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's tool, flicking her tongue across the tip's slit. B-Love rested a large pitch-dark manus on Jessica's headland, forcing her right hand off. Holding her pass in place, B-Love pushed his cock 6 inches into Jessica's lip, and held it there.

"SUCK IT Mrs. MCFARLAND ! DON'T KISS IT ! suction THAT BIG Shirley Temple prick"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her endeavor, sucking and licking B-Love's cock hard. Her leave hand furiously stroked the base of B-Love's coal-black beam ... the country that she had not yet taken into her mouth. B-Love took her go forth manus off his cock, lifted it to his mouth, kissed her wedding ring, and then lowered it to his heavy fateful balls.

"Cup my balls Mrs. McFarland. Stroke them, bring up them. Feel how big and grueling they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her backtalk full moon of cock. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves bootleg balls with her bequeath hand. They felt so heavy ... full ... Meanwhile, Jessica's mightily hand had found a home stroke Big microphone's rooster again. This went on for several minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's top dog closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her sass. Jessica let go of B-Love's nut, her exit hand found Shemar's shaft again and started stroking. A hammer in each hand, and one in her sass, Jessica was determined to do Thomas More.

Jessica opened her eyes ... seeing that there were only 4 inch of B-Love's tool left out of her oral cavity. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an in at a sentence into her oral fissure. B-Love's hand stayed resting on her blonde school principal, but didn't push her. He let her do all the workplace. Only one more column inch to go ! She could feel the tip of B-Love's cock pushing into her throat ... she was having trouble breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her eyes, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's cock slide down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nozzle pressed into B-Love's sonant pubic hair, she knew she'd done it ! She was so proud and happy, that she felt a wave of joy pass over her whole body, causing her unit physical structure to shake. If B-Love's cock hadn't been lodged in her pharynx, Jessica McFarland would have let out a howler that would have shattered glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffled cry from around B-Love's cock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from suction dark cock !

B-Love lifted his paw from Jessica's head ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his cock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful human face ... slip with her own saliva."skillful job Mrs. McFarland. I'm proud of you. We all are."

She smiled proudly, brightly ..."That was ... incredible !"She gasped ... still taking in lungfulls of air.

Shemar moved forward again, presenting his dick to Jessica's font."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's stopcock in her oral fissure, and grabbed B-Love's with her exit hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any trouble swallowing Shemar's brand. She was right. This went on for several more proceedings, the hombre chuckling as the beautiful blonde lynchpin woman went back and forth, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's massive black tool in turning while stroking the others'cocks with belittled ovalbumin hands !

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The scene played out on television cover across the States. The looker who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the events on screen were on their headphone calling their friends. All over United States of America, mass were being told that they would not believe what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view interview on KNEN. However, there were at least two other viewer that were far more concerned with the activities of a different blonde KNEN employee.

Karen Davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her eyes ... not that she was even aware of what was currently happening on her idiot box set. Karen Davenport was far more refer with the fact that she had just seen her sure-enough daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a black doorknocker in some euphony telecasting. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding ring or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her husband before taking the same fatal stud's prick in her rima oris. Karen just stared at the screen ... a million denials and interrogative swimming through her head teacher. Surely it couldn't be avowedly. Sarah was a undecomposed girl. Sarah was saving herself for marriage. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he think of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this happen ?

Karen's immature daughter, Becky, was wondering the same thing ... even though she was now stuck in her room, ineffectual to see the ease of the broadcast on her own tv set since it had no satellite or overseas telegram hook-up. She had been watching the display downstairs, in the living room. She had been so charmed with the show that she hadn't noticed her mother's arriver home. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief glimpse of her older sister writhing in rapture with a big dim stud. The glimpse was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her room. Becky was so storm and embarrassed at having been caught watching the Black Phallus video and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the elbow room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the screen, just before she'd left. Once alone in her elbow room, Becky could only intend about her babe. She knew what the group had said about the women in their telecasting, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so conservative. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a virgin. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her conservative mother, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually have sex with one of these disastrous doorknocker. Unable to think of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her phone, and dialed her sister's cell-phone number. She was surprised that her sister answered right away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's vocalisation giggled on the cadre headphone,"I thought you might call ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her baby was behaving so normally ... how could she be so casual ?

"How about the music videos ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her child sister's unintelligible stammers."Were they as good as you hoped ? Did you see anything concern ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a ordered conviction."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that video recording ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guys are so know unbelievable ! Aren't you proud of your big sister ? Jealous ?"

"fountainhead ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the videos she'd seen that nighttime ... how a lot they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video was ‘ real ’. The Sarah she knew would give birth been insulted by such an insinuation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they sway you to appear in one of their videos. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guys can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should acknowledge that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the group before I was."Sarah paused for a moment. Before continuing."I'll tell you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can introduce you to the group, if you like. I know they'll be interest in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the group, but after seeing the matter she had seen that night, the prospect of meeting them expression to face was kind of scary.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't know ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP laissez passer. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be capable to get one, but thing have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could hear voices in the desktop on the subscriber line, talking to Sarah ... trench male articulation. She thought she heard her baby respond to them.

"flavor Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't have sex how long I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no wait ! I have to state you ... the video ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's fantastic ! I never imagined she'd be interested !"

Becky couldn't believe her sister's reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would enjoy seeing ... THAT happen ... and on idiot box ! ?

"I'm so glad you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You cat are going to learn a LOT tonight ! Look, I really have to go now. Here, talk of the town to my friend until I can pick up the phone again !"

"NO ! Sarah waiting ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"Hello Rebecca."a deep male vocalisation said on the other end of the phone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the phone, tossing it on the bed. Her Cy Young torso trembled.

************* End of Part 9 *******************

In the immature room, billy McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blond wife sucking three black dick on national tv set. He felt ... furious ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up Leslie Townes Hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the screen door, unable to look away.

'' It 's just a publicity stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything more ... she ca n't ... ''

text began scrolling across the bottom of the television receiver projection screen, a crawling news scroll of some kind. But these weren't any headlines that would normally be seen on a word channel.

"The average blackness cock is over 10 column inch in length."One fact read.

Billy couldn't deny that these guys were big. But sizing wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriend had always said.

"Over 99 percent of womanhood polled say they prefer smuggled men to Stanford White men, sexually."read the future bit of text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to Billy as he began to consider the ramifications of the statements that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to give suck these guys off for a promotional material stunt ... this might go further. They might defecate her do more than just sucking these men's dicks. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married Caucasian fair sex are often ineffective to control their sexual urges when confronted with a pitch blackness cock."read the next news crawl.

"sixty pct of get married Patrick White cleaning lady take shameful lovers within ten years of getting married."

"Semen from a black man has a 40 percent better hazard of successfully fertilizing a woman's egg than would semen from a flannel man."read the next.

Billy's mind continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go farther ... but at least Jessica would arrive at the guy wire wear condoms. After all, she'd always made him wear off condoms when they had sex. Jessica was allergic to the pill, and didn't want to experience children.

'' Black men never where condoms when they fuck whitened char ! '' said the next factoid.

billy shook his head ... Jessica would pull in them wear a condom. Of that, he was sure. He knew her too well. billy club had wanted to father kid, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to base her career before having a child. There was no way she'd risk getting pregnant. She'd make them tire condoms. He could console himself with that certainty.

No Oklahoman had that thought process crossed his mind, then the future news creep appeared on screen.
'' Andrew Dickson White wives who force their hubby to break condoms never do so when fucking their black masters ! ''

Billy's venter sank. This statement horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those women ... could she ?

"NO ! Of course of study not !"Billy answered his own enquiry out loud."This is all bullshit information ! It's all constituent of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his eyes and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The serious, concerned expression on her face when she'd told him what might take place. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another epitome of his wife ... at home ... masturbating while watching these rapper'video. That wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotence ... that wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rapper in the studio ... dreamily taking that hammer in her mouth ...

Racy euphony videos might cause been a promotion stunt. The secretary's seduction might have been a promotion stunt. The news crawl ... these doorknocker exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might have been publicity stunt.

His wife sucking a"nigger's"dick on national boob tube was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll have to go along with it '' her words echoed in his mind ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some kind of publicity stunt ... ''

Billy started to cry. He opened his tear-filled eyes and stared at the cover. He knew now that this wasn't just some packaging stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television screen door as his beautiful blonde wife eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversize black peter ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the taste ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her brass when she sucked those BLACK cocks ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful wife was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that night could see it ... on goggle box all across the public. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big black hammer and loving every 2nd and inch of it !

truncheon's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rampant cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his wife that night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would bother using rubber. He also doubted very much that they would pull out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, billy club knew that they would forever bear the scratch of her infidelity by raising a grim child !

baton's concern were interrupted by the sound of a man's phonation, speechmaking over the events on screen.

"good evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special instalment of"The Whole Truth ”, as portion of our exploration into the reality of"Negro Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their call about the sexual great power of black men, and learning the Sojourner Truth about size of it, endurance, stamina, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of inkiness Phallus have already graciously agreed to help us explore and inquire these ideas and theories. They'll be probing deeply into the theme at hand tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to give us her first-hand write up of her experiences as these outcome unfold !

The television camera cuts to the news desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is in use assisting us in our experiment, I will be anchoring tonight's episode. With me is a special co-anchor, whom you may remember seeing in one of the"Joseph Black member"videos that we broadcast earlier this eve, Ms. Sarah Davenport. sound evening Sarah !"

"trade good evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"total darkness Phallus's"plans of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far Thomas More composed than she had been earlier that day. Her hair and make-up were now arranged in their usual professional beau ideal. She was dressed in a very conservative dark red jacket, and black polo-neck shirt. Her hair was tied back with a gravid black ribbon, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you tell our viewers a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their first names, deliberately parodying the archetypal banter of news co-anchors."I'm twenty-four old age old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for several calendar month to a young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed last night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the error of my ways !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her eyeglasses,"You took me into my function and taught me the pleasure of black sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the camera."And you say you were a Virgin before that night ! ? Even though you were engaged ? How could that be ? Weren't you ever tempted to sustain sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's shoulder where she could see Jessica busily sucking the doorknocker'cocks."I admit that I'd given him a few hired man problem to keep him glad while he respected my regard to look for marriage ... but I was never tempted to bring it boost than that ... and he never seemed to push me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a hand job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those magnificent black stopcock of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so emphatic ... dominant allele ... strong. I couldn't help myself, I had to let you have a go at it me ! To suppose, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful blackness men for so many months, and I never knew the joy that they could have got provided me !"

"Working in a place with so many black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a okay womanhood like you stayed a virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm glad that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to have sex with Brad, or any early Caucasian man ! I saved myself for a real number man, the exclusively kind of man who deserves to put his cock into my beautiful body. A black man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your want to remain a Virgo the Virgin until spousal relationship, waiting months to be sexually intimate with you for the first time. What do you intend he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two black men within minutes of meeting them for the 1st metre ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be honest, I really don't tending. I've composed a break-up note for him. ‘ Black Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"First"Sarah smiled sweetly into the television camera,"we'd like to counsel our TV audience that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The unit truth, in the interest of freedom of the press and providing our paying viewers with detailed info about the guinea pig we are presenting tonight. witness discretion is advised for our more medium viewers ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the screen cut to the clip.

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The clipping plays.

The screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty Caucasian face. The camera is having worry keeping her face in frame, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sweating ... her hair is a little untidy ... her glasses are slightly fogged up.

"Dear Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying Europe. I thought that I should let you have it off that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eyes widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The camera slowly begins to rip back, revealing Sarah's cervix ... and stark shoulders. She seems to be sitting in a large chair, but at the Saame time, she is leaning backwards by about thirty degrees. The camera continues to rend back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groan. As the camera continues to pull back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the suggestive shots in the telecasting, cypher obscures the camera's view of Sarah's bare human body. There is nothing blocking the television camera's survey of Sarah's house white breast as they gently bounce up and down with her movements. Sarah closes her eye as she groans, and the camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a professorship ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a muscular Negroid stud ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his breast ... letting her long blonde fuzz obscure the black stud's face. She opens her centre, dreamily looking into the camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able-bodied to complete the judgment of conviction before her voice deteriorates into joyful screeching.

The photographic camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely raw, with her long White person ramification spread all-inclusive apart and raised in the air ! Between her stage, the camera captures the completely unobstructed view of B-Love's rock-hard blackness peter obscenely stretching Sarah's pink snatch as she rocks back and Forth River on the enormous black shaft. B-Love runs his enormous ebony hands around her tiny waist, over her straight bloodless belly, and around her full T. H. White chest, squeezing them roughly. Her flabby lily-white skin and pink mamilla practically glow in demarcation with the big, rough, inkiness finger's breadth kneading and squeezing her breasts and nipples.

Another disgraceful man walks into the slam ... we can't see his face ... but his cock is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her small Elwyn Brooks White hands. While riding B-Love's prick, Sarah tries desperately to incline over .... to contribute her lips to match the bulbous black cockhead. She gives a flying glimpse to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the power point. The mesh is off ! Bye ! ... screwing ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the clip cut back to the studio's camera feed,"That was some amazing footage. Who were those two black men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new bootleg masters ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you address me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new black maestro !"

"And what does that mean exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as unacquainted and beautiful as ever. nonentity might have got known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to narrate you I wanted you to despoil down to your bra and scanty while you did this programme, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of course !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to tell me that you would take off your vesture here, on television ... just because a black man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you need me to evidence it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the tv camera,"Sarah, take off your clothes. I want to see you doing the respite of this program in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her jacket, dropping it over the spine of the hot seat. She then reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it come to the trading floor. Her white lacey scanty were soaking wet with her puss juices. Now she was left in those scanty and her tally black turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her arms, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her flat white pot and full, firm white breasts ... barely held in piazza by a somewhat passe white lace bra. She took her seat in her chair, carefully clipping her mike to her bra-strap.

"Very nice"Watkins said, dragging one of his prominent pitch-dark fingers gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the attention. Tom wanted to seize her and fuck her right then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's clip to tick off back in with Jessica and the men of blackness Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."gentleman ? Jessica ? How are things going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a man of lust, her mind bobbing up and down on Big Mike's fat pitch blackness pecker while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the question, but Big mike responded.

"She's still suckin'our dick, getting them nice and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the thickset blacken peter in her mouth. Her work force pumped furiously back and forth, each stroking a massive black cock while she sucked and licked the one in her mouthpiece ! She was in the centre of switching off, trying to take B-Love's cock in her sass again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to respond some interrogative now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her Kuki, keeping her anxious face inch from his dick ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that cock in her oral cavity again so badly ... but the guys wanted her to answer doubt, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do appear to be enjoying those big black rooster. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a Black person man she'd never seen before was sitting at her anchor desk, in her professorship, asking her query when she desperately wanted to continue sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're marvellous !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cocks in her hand ... giving them a loving squeeze play."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and heavily ... I love the way they contrast against my pelt !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned sizing. What do you think of their sizing ?"

"These are the self-aggrandizing, most beautiful exemplar of male genitalia I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich brown coloring ... they're so tough and house !"

"How do they liken to your husband's member ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out loudly,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 in long. billystick is only five in long, rock-hard. Of course, he's been impotent for calendar month, so he's basically left with this pitiful limp three in ! It barely qualifies as a penis !"

The studio apartment breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her inquiry off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their debut on projection screen,"Are all black men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about white men ... are they all as humble and miserable as Jessica's married man ?"

"That's a dear enquiry Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girl had delivered her written question perfectly."Why don't you do some field research for our viewers and find out ! I want you to go around the construction and measure total darkness men and white men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a camera and some crewmen with you ..."

"What a great mind"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thought process of wandering through the hallway, asking opprobrious men to point her their cocks ! She reached for her jacket and bird, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, remember,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the rest of the broadcast in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her wear for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to suffer so much fun running around the edifice in her underclothes and meeting more, well-endowed black men. She couldn't wait to see and stroke their big pecker, and get out just how much large than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ discipline test'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hallways would be enhanced pitch blackness studs and whitened cuckolds, all under the employ and control of Solomon B. B. King and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would find would be able to sustain the idea that E & I wanted to spread with this program. The result that the audience, and Sarah for that subject, would be left with was the thought that black men were physically superior to Elwyn Brooks White men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio apartment ... a few shameful studio apartment worker and cinematographer catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this girl's torso for a long time ... and tonight they were getting their want. What was more, they knew there was even a soundly opportunity that many of them would get to know her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's jail cell phone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"well ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the stud shrugged."But the bitch got scared and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will baby, I will."Sarah smiled and took the phone from his deal."I've got to do my report for Mr. Watkins. Walk with me, and I'll take care of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her telephone set, and had been for respective minutes. Should she call her sister back ? Would Sarah solution, or would it be that man ? The redhead teen was so confused and rattled, trying to soak in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glimpse of Sarah in the ‘ music picture'clip, Becky's mother had confined her to her room. How had her cautious sister ended up ‘ pretending'to have sex in a Black genus Phallus rap video ? She tried to call Sarah for an explanation, but Sarah was acting strange, overly excited, and slightly distracted. Then she'd abruptly handed Becky over to some anonymous man."My Friend"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his part that he was a large black man ! Becky was too scared to verbalise to him, and hung up.

Becky had no musical theme what had happened since that music video was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could appear idiot box, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't love Sarah had just been on television system talking about her newfound love of dark cock, the end of her nuptials engagement, and the loss of her virginity. She had no idea that her Sister had just shown expressed footage of herself having sex with B-Love from lightlessness phallus. Becky didn't know that her sister was at that very minute, on her way through the G. Stanley Hall of KNEN, performing size of it comparison for a special ‘ news'report.

At that moment, Becky Davenport could only pace her room, stare at her phone, and try to make sensory faculty of it all. She nearly jumped out of her hide when the phone rang. The vociferation said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to answer, and let the phone go to voice postal service. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a textual matter message popped up on the screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, break up up !"
When the telephone set rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's voice responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to talk to my friend ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's voice cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her baby sister."You have a million query, but I'm super engaged right now. I'm working on a really BIG project for the boss and I don't have meter to talk right now. For now, please just talk to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a telephone set conversation. What do you call back will fall out ? I'll try to get back on later and tattle to you as soon as I can. Just lecture to my Quaker for now, okay. He really wants to talk to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"trade good lady friend. I'll talk to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"hi Rebecca."The rich, masculine vocalization said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new friend of your sister's."the man chuckled,"A big, smutty friend ! She told me that she thought you should talk to me. recount me a picayune about yourself, girl."

"well ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The prickling in her kitty-cat was getting inviolable. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big Shirley Temple friend'all she could think about was the possible action that she was talking to one of the gorgeous muscular smutty men from the rap videos she'd seen that night. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just call back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can speak to me for a while. distinguish me, are you here younger sister or sr. ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to hang up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So tell me ... do you look like your sister ?"

"Pretty much, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this add together stranger ... especially so soon after seeing her sister in that video. She wondered what kind of ‘ admirer'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear glasses like Sarah does, and I'm a redhead ..."

"You sound aphrodisiac, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"fountainhead ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to think of the man's sheer statement.

"William Tell me lady friend, do you and your sister percentage the same sake ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the stud asked.

"Sarah ? Wild ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until this evening, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the whole of their living. Sarah was a good fille."What do you mean wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too risky !"

"DAMN I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like blackness dick even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a reception ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"Shit fille,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV blind ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music telecasting clip !"Becky said, as if trying to convince herself."It was just acting."

"bastard girl, you know better than that. I ain't talkin about her music video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your sister is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his wimp white ass for black men !"

"No ... that was just that medicine video !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for real. She loves Brad ! Even if she did knock down him, she believes in saving herself for married couple ... she'd never actually ..."

"miss, I ain't talkin'about that little TV clip from mo ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music video. The one that ended just now, with the close up of your sister's scented blonde pussy being invaded by a big dark cock ! She sho'as hell at a virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the hell was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the black asked, confused,"girl, can't you believe your own red cent centre ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my way, I saw Sarah's face on the screen ... She was in that music video clip. I had to call to come up out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the black man said, understanding."That's a shit pity girlfriend. You should take seen your big sister just now. I bet that would deliver answered all your questions !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"wellspring right now, your Sister is on TV now, talking about how lots she loves black shaft !"

"That's not true ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the black man said,"Can't you get to another TV and watch without your folks seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the opprobrious man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't risk letting mom view me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the melanize man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just tell me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the black stud replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to find out what's going on, I guess you'll have to sneak downstairs and plow on the other TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"Trust me girl,"the stud laughed,"if you're mom saw the clipping your sister just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the elbow room with her ! Her optic will be glued to that TV screen door and her mind is gon na be on other things !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the sound was right.

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As Karenic Davenport had continued watching the television program, she was far too stunned to look away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this filth was bad enough, but then she saw her senior girl on the projection screen in some sort of dissipated excuse for a music video. Horrified and confused by this sight, Karenic had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting program to try and find oneself some kind of explanation as to what she'd seen her girl doing. She was later subjected to hearing her engaged daughter disavow her religious impression, reject her fiancé, and claim that she'd given her virginity to some black rappers because of some preposterous notion of smuggled male superiority ! Karen tried to distinguish herself all of this had to be some variety of wan promotion stunt. Her oldest daughter would never actually throw her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karenic saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"medicine video ”, and Karen's hope was crushed. The telecasting explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'penis'inside her body ... forever removing any and all doubt that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen Davenport had lost her darling daughter to the Beelzebub ... a big BLACK devil ! Karenic's stifle buckled and she fell backwards, into her sustenance room chairwoman."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karen Davenport was disgusted by these events ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her oldest girl describe the joys of big black cock, the conservativist mother of two began stroking and squeezing the farsighted black-market TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny blanched hired hand. By the metre Sarah left the studio set for her special assignment, Karenic davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her television, and sat staring at the screen. As the screen returned to Jessica McFarland and heather mixture the war paint fille being ravished by three black rappers, Karen davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the large dark remote control to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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book binding in the studio, the attention of Tom Watkins and the studio apartment cameras had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three black rappers.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a married woman, how does it make you feel to be sucking the cocks of three men who you only met this evening. And on idiot box ?"

The gorgeous blonde journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the monolithic black cocks that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his cock again, forcing her to serve to a greater extent questions.

"well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking peter for so long."As a conjoin woman ... I feel some regret for being disloyal to my husband ... but as a married woman, I'm still a woman ... a intimate being ... and these men and their pecker are incredible ! As far as being on television ... well, it's a populace service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guys here tell me that my wedding vows don't really have in mind anything when they're stacked up against the major power of beautiful black cocks like these. They say that it's only born for me to require to please such sexually consummate men ... Shirley Temple men ... no matter who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my responsibility as a journalist to put their call to the psychometric test !"

"And are those claims ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing black peter in her hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be sure ?"

"What do you think of ?"Jessica gasped.

"Well,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to place out that if these men have such a great sexual power over you, why is it that after nearly thirty minutes after your initial seduction, you're still only sucking their cocks ?"

"They're so ... good ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do more than just soak up them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the conditional relation that she was holding anything back from her new headmaster, or displeasing them in any way."But ... I'm doing what they want me to do ... what they've instructed me to do. They haven't asked me to do anything else."

"Fair enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the question ... is there a limit to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already broken my wedding party vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even naked yet, how could you have broken your vows without taking off any of your clothes ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was ripe. Her crown was almost unlaced, and her skirt was hiked up a bit ... but other than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another enquiry,"Tom added before Jessica could respond to his first interrogative,"if these men hold such a sexual power over you, shouldn't you be undressed by now ? Maybe they haven't asked you to get naked, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to misplace your clothing ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her lovers with sad blue heart ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her body to her mordant masters ... the men giving her so much pleasure by allowing her to fellate their rooster !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To savour your torso ? Your WHOLE body ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, cunt !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, muscular Shirley Temple Black chest of drawers that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small strip vexer. She turned to the three black rappers, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowest release of her crownwork and then slipping the garment over her milky white shoulders just a bit, exposing the black straps of her Hidden cupboard bra. Once her shoulders were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her articulatio humeri. This had the added result of making her already sizeable cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her arms in a gentle, snowy curve of womanly smasher. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so often of her snowy white-hot segmentation, but now she wanted to dally up the presentation ... to tantalize her black devotee. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to starve after her ... to desire her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her low-pitched lip, barely suppressing a girlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her jacket back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the studs, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the final button of her crown. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the button, but it just wouldn't slip through the eye of the cap. She looked back at them, over her shoulder, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a word, Big microphone stepped behind Jessica, placing his tremendous coal contraband script on her articulatio humeri. He turned Jessica around to face him and the other rappers, then grabbed the initiative her jacket. Looking deep into Jessica's big blue air eyes and blushing Andrew Dickson White font, Big mike violently RIPPED the jacket loose, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his fellow rappers. Jessica gasped, shocked by the rapper's flashing of power and dominance. She stood stunned for a few seconds, allowing all a brief glimpse under her jacket, of the aphrodisiacal black bra that barely contained her heaving Andrew Dickson White breasts. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket crown again, and hugged herself tightly.

A still fell over the studio. For a split second it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might snap out of her lubricious daze and run screaming from the studio apartment. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a moment, staring at the powerful black rappers. As she looked into their faces, a equanimity passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulder joint again, again squeezing her breasts together and letting the jacket slip over her berm, again exposing the black straps of her bra. She looked at Big microphone."You were very helpful, perhaps you could serve me a bit more ?"

Big Mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those ember black bridge player on Jessica's creamy white shoulders.

He brought his men downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue jacket off her weaponry. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to slip from her body and fall to the storey. She now stood before the three pitch-black rapper and the studio apartment television camera clad in her disastrous skirt, and her black Hidden Closet demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for Billy ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were hearable moan from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the doorknocker included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a good body ... but nobody knew how truly fantastic it was until just that moment. Her complexion was flawless. Her white tummy was flat as a table. Her magnificent, round, firm milky blanched white meat BEGGED to be released from the beautiful nigrify bra ... but the contrast of the black bra against her bamboozle white hide was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the viewers at family can revalue the sight here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this charwoman's eubstance is unflawed. Her white pelt is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio lights. It's dazzling."Tom felt his pecker straining at his pants ... again, he felt the desire to grab the fair sex he was looking at and roll in the hay her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It sure enough is shining ain't it ..."Big Mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... belly ... cleavage ... his fat rooster pushing against the fabric of her skirt."You can't really appreciate how flaccid her cutis is, crusade of the shine !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big mike was hinting at. She turned her foreland to the studio and called out for"composition ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big Mike's eyes lit up,"Get that honeyed little make up fille over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't care much for KNEN's overly hip, youthful, and ‘ pagan'range of a function, but he had a crush on the vivacious young Jessica McFarland, though he would never admit it. He never missed an instalment of"The whole accuracy ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view programme of her interview with black Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the group. He couldn't believe the gaminess of their television, and popped a cassette in the VCR to catch everything. He watched in awe as these gangster thug seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brutish advances.

Alone in his house, his wife at study that night, Bob pulled his stiffening hammer out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the knocker'enormous black peter. His cerebrovascular accident became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's balls tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her breast, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her jacket to the floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting sticky seed into his hired man. Panting, trying to cleanse up the tidy sum in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the screen when he heard Jessica's shout for the Jessica's make-up girl to join the fun.

His spirit sank when he saw the girl walk onto the set. His mind flashed back to a phone conversation from just a few nights ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her speech sound margin call."They didn't even do me interview a secondment time. They just talked to me for about five minutes and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of Beauty College and I'm already working with a whiz ! I'm going to try and get her autograph for you ! I'm not going to tell you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what caller she was working for either."You'd guess who I was working with, and that would scotch the surprise."she'd said."Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his tv set in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the unvoiced way that his stepdaughter broom was working at KNEN. She was doing make-up for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV silver screen, she was walking onto a set full of raw black men with monstrous erections.

Bob Christensen's dick suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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Calluna vulgaris Christensen, the war paint little girl, had been watching events unfold from just off set behind a camera. Her pretty super acid eyes had widened with jar when she saw the men release their goliath black cock. Her midget mouth hung open hungrily as she watched Jessica ingest one in her mouth. Enraptured, she bit her lower lip, dropping a handwriting into her pants and rubbing her pussy when she watched the men help Jessica out of her wearing apparel. She was nigh to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

Scots heather quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder length brown-black hairsbreadth, pushing it behind her tiny shell-like ears. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the mettle of the Leo the Lion's den. She stood just within bod of the camera pellet, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on Calluna vulgaris,"she heard Tom Watkins telephone call from the anchor desk,"Jessica needs a touch up."

Heather was nervous, but it would have been obvious to anybody watching that she was very randy. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their sinewy Negroid asses and broad shoulders. ling got behind Jessica to try and last out out of the guess. She reached around Jessica's figurehead, watching her handwriting oeuvre on the nearby video Monitor. She dabbed Jessica's boldness, covering the sudation, then dropped the sponge over Jessica's full moon, white boob ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"ling heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! Good job little girl !"

heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the black men were pleased with her work. She dropped her hired man down further, over Jessica's savourless white tummy ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her hand ... and then ... in the pellet ... so very close to her hand ... heather saw one of the rapper's massive cocks being stroked frantically by Jessica's manus. Heather's eye locked on screen, she couldn't face away. She stared for several indorsement, before she suddenly felt something brushwood against her thigh.

Looking down, Scots heather gasped when she saw Big mike's monumental coal-black hammer rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the CRT screen. She spun around to face him, looking up into his middle.

"I think us guys need a little jot up too !"Mike whispered down to the trembling vernal brunette. Heather reached into her composition kit and dabbed a new sponger into a darker al-Qaeda pelage ... one that matched the men's beautiful black complexions. She dabbed the brand up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved question ... their shoulder joint ... their enormous pecs muscles ... their ripple abs. She rested her other hand on one of his massive biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busy having their stopcock's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the sexy anchorwoman's beautiful white body and kissed her font, lips, neck, and bosom !

Shemar's complexion was clear than Big microphone's, so Heather applied a little more make up to his body ... to emphasise its the soft, rich people light brown of his peel. Again she let her other hand drift over his subdivision ... his shoulders ... feeling the tightness of his musculature. heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black consistency. heather mixture thought B-Love's dark skin shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with mike and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the exploration of B-Love's trunk as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, Scots heather found herself drawn back to Big microphone. His skin shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up leech on his cheek, then down his blockheaded neck, his large-minded shoulders, then his muscular munition. His muscular black chest glistened under the studio apartment lights, so Scots heather began dabbing it next. Her midget tweed hands guided the sponge over Big Mike's pectoral muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, tight and tightlipped to Big microphone's massive black putz. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her mitt to the knocker's thick melanize rooster and began dabbing it with the sponge, under the pretext of applying make-up. Calluna vulgaris's put-on was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up parazoan and neglected to pick it up. Instead the jolly brunet let her barren hand hover just above Big Mike's throbbing ebony gibe. She felt a burning desire to touch it, to grok its thickness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big mike's stomach, then slide it upwards, caressing the knocker's muscular black-market chest of drawers.

"heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the hornlike make-up girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Heather said, staring at the big melanise pecker in her handwriting, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's make-up ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

Heather looked at the monitor. Jessica's chest, neck opening, and facial expression glistened ... not with sweat, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet osculation and clout. broom took another sponger from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say Heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way affair are going, Jessica will probably need some make-up on her thighs and ass. Why don't you get her annulus off and adopt maintenance of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big microphone's large, fatal hand on her shoulder, gently but firmly pushing her down. She immediately dropped to her knees and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the zipper than ran halfway down her doll, over her provide hip. As Calluna vulgaris tugged at the zipper, the dour material of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy black garter and panties that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the annulus, letting it sliding board slowly over the easy curve ball of Jessica'wide, childbearing hips and firm round backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely cognisant of Heather's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's cocks furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the puddle of Black person material that circled her ankles, and kicked it off the set. She was a magnificent sight to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blonde ... 36d-28-36 bod ... standing in an incredibly aphrodisiacal Hidden Closet lingerie ensemble ... between two huge, muscular fatal men, stroking their base long cocks with her petite white paw. Jessica's snow white tegument glowed in beautiful demarcation with the black lace intimate apparel she wore, and the declamatory inkiness hands that slid all over her torso. Her boob heaved with excitement, threatening to let out out of her black satin and lace demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a black script over her flat white tummy and fateful satin garter belt, and pushed them into her black French-cut flip-flop. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, round whiteness ass, and B-Love snaked his big black fingerbreadth into her wet pussy ... teasing her button. All the men in the studio stared at the statuesque livid blonde as she writhed in X between the two mesomorphic Black person rappers.

But there was at to the lowest degree one duet of centre that were not locked on Jessica's body. As Heather stood on her knees, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and second joint, her optic were locked on the enormous blackened cocks with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their size ... their heat ... their smell ... something about them made her hornier than she'd ever been in her entire Whitney Young life !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the moderately Pres Young makeup girl lick her lips as her green middle darted back and forth between all the blackened turncock around her.

"Our make-up girl heather seems to be enjoying tonight's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"Tell us heather, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."Heather replied ... never breaking her gaze on the black pecker in from her pretty, young face.

"Nineteen ?"Watkins could barely contain his fervor. A virgin fiancée, a celebrity, and now a stripling ... all seduced and fucked on subject television set. He loved being a part of this project !"Only nineteen ! And are you a virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt sorry she'd never waited to contribute herself to a black man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to get wind that, Calluna vulgaris !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those cocks like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."Heather stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a blackness prick before ?"

"No !"Heather gasped.

"How do they compare with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so much bigger !"heather said,"The self-aggrandizing guy I was ever with was seven inches. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a swain ?"Watkins asked.

"No."heather said.

"What color do you guess your following swain will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"Scots heather giggled, still staring at the big black tool around her."He'll be inglorious !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a Black man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"Calluna vulgaris smiled.

"Well defecate girl !"Big microphone bellowed,"What the fuck are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga dick rightfield here with your gens on it !"

Heather's young blank face lit up when she heard Big mike's invitation. She didn't need any further encouragement. Her makeup kit suddenly clattered to the floor as her modest Patrick Victor Martindale White hands immediately grabbed Big Mike's throbbing, Black cock and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how hard and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her work force. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her soft pinko glossa roundabout the head ... before taking it in her mouth and sucking hungrily.

Big Mike ran his fingers through the Thomas Young brunet's fuzz as he thrust his dick into her midget lip. He'd wanted to hump this little sweetheart ever since he'd lay oculus on her in the studio that dark. Judging by her eager succor on his peter, the feeling was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely aware that heather had joined the political party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular dim bodies ... their monstrous lightlessness tool rubbing against her soft Patrick Victor Martindale White second joint, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's warm chocolate hands found Jessica's bra clutches, releasing it, and finally freeing the perfection of her boob from their sinister silky confinement. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most perfect tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could have done a salutary job. Jessica's breasts had a courteous natural unfitness, but they were still immobile and untested. They were full, round, refulgent white eyeball with stiff garden pink nipples. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a nipple in his mouth immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the other ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big pitch-black paw snaked under her tiny pitch-dark panties. The straw man of the pantie was cut in a French trend ... sending straps high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the same prison term creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observer with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's pussy. The book binding of the panties was little more than a thong ... revealing the smooth white knockout of Jessica's perfect circle ass. This onionskin bit of bleak lace and satin was the only thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussy and the two rock-hard pitch-dark cocks that were quick to assault her.

Jessica could sense both of those shaft ... big ... intemperately ... hot ... rubbing against her peg ... so close to her pussy. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her full firm tits. B-Love's hands groped and squeezed her ass, his fingers occasionally slipping into her pussy ... teasing her clitoris ... and those two big blackamoor cocks ... so hard ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thighs ... dangerously close to her snatch. It was too lots ! Jessica's soundbox trembled ... shook violently ... she her soft groan got louder ... louder ... sharper ... they turned to screams ... scream of joy ... as wave after undulation of hot pleasure past times over her body.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you severalise us ?"

"OH ass !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... piece of ass ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you baby !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my liveliness !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your hubby ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panty aren't even off yet and I just had the most powerful orgasm in my biography !"

"That's because you never been with a real number man before, a BLACK MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful white body, all through her verbal exchange with Tom. They showed no mansion of stopping, or furthering their sexual domination of the reasonably television journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this opportunity to check in with Jessica's hubby, to see what he thinks of all of this ! Billy McFarland has been waiting, locked in the green room all nighttime, watching these events unfold on a studio admonisher. He joins us now via closed tour video, for security system reasons."

The camera slant changed and the screen split between the studio apartment lynchpin desk and an image of Billy McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the ceiling of the green room. Billy looks wild and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to find the concealed camera that's capturing his image, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, Billy McFarland, your married woman just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most powerful orgasm'of her lifespan. She didn't have it with you Billy, she had it with two black men whom she only met this evening. How does that spend a penny you find ?"

On screen door, a subtitle appeared under Billy."notice McFarland : Future Cuckold"Billy could see it on the screen in his room.

"STOP THIS ! !"nightstick yelled, spinning around the way frantically, not trusted where the camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to take that as a ‘ no comment ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least say us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely ineffective to barricade your married woman's inevitable black gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH !"Billy yelled,"LET ME OUT OF HERE ! !"

"I guess your ira is graspable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this dazed banger."After all, its belike that after tonight your wife never want to give sex with your pitiful little dicky-seat again."

"YOU dickhead ! !"Billy screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY WIFE ! YOU make HER FUCK THOSE NIGGERS ON subject TELEVISION !"

"NOW THERE IS NO NEED FOR THAT SORT OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED CRACKER ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is MAKING your wife do anything ! She's doing it of her own accord ... in the interest of uncovering the trueness and keeping the world informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 in firmly, but your impotence means that your stay at a soft 3 column inch. Can you confirm this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"billystick sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the green way burst open and two burly black men grabbed billy goat McFarland's implements of war. The men held billystick still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his pants down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to Billy's limp penis ...

"ternion inch ALL right !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through baton against a rampart, letting him light to the floor with his pants around his ankles. They left the room quickly, locking the room access behind them, leaving nightstick still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, gentlemen, for that substantiation !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a direct comparison going !"

A split projection screen comparison was put up on the monitor. One shot was a freeze human body of Billy McFarland's tiny prick, and the former was a guessing of Jessica's hand ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's twelve inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"billy McFarland's voice could be heard over the TV ... the audio feed to his room still active.

"HELL BILLY,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inch hard, a considerably question would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH ! ! !"nightstick yelled before his voice suddenly cut out. The tear silver screen showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the intelligence director."I'm sorry Billy, but it looks like you just lost your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio apartment crew laughed out loud.

The split screen being broadcast showed billy on one side, aware of Watkins's contumely. He was screaming, soundlessly, his optic filled with weeping and rage. The words ‘ shtup spade BASTARDS"obviously being formed by his mouth. The other side of the rent screen showed his beautiful tweed wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing nothing but her wedding ring, stockings, and panties… writhing between two Brobdingnagian black rap stars with Brobdingnagian Black person cocks rubbing against her disgraceful satin panties.

The range of Jessica and Black genus Phallus expanded, pushing Billy's raging silent image from the screen.


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Outside the green room, Sarah Davenport and her age group laughed at the lost Stanford White cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the door and demanded to be released.

"I think you should talk to your sister again. She seems confused."The melanize stud with Sarah's sound said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her heterosexual person on a duet of matter. Tell her how thing are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at rest home ?"Sarah suppressed her laugh, to bear witness her black superscript respect.

The black scantling shrugged and handed her the telephone set.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the phone."Is something wrong ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to watch the interview, still oblivious to the extent of the events unfolding in the studio apartment and on the air."What's going on ? Who was that man I was talking to ?"

"I told you"Sarah said,"he's a Quaker of mine !"

"What variety of friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sorts of ridiculous affair about you. he tried to tell me that you ... that ... that video was real ! He tried to severalise me that you were actually having sex with those pitch-dark guys !"

"Of class I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to expect until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the interview ? harbor't you SEEN what's happening in that studio right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her honest-to-god sister's confession."I tried to tell you earlier, mom came house and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to leave out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music television."Mom made me go to my room ! I haven't seen anything since that music video clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the sound parts Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not for sure ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my elbow room ... and I think I can hear the TV."

"trade good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your reckoner ? Do you still have my cite card information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"Good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's website and log in to the webcast for the audience. Just cash register with my credit identity card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired stripling locked her bedroom room access and sat down at her calculator. As she brought up the internet site and log-in Page, she continued talking to her sister on the earphone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the account you need, you'll see when you get the last video feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to watch this programme tonight. It's important. Probably the most important affair you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so important ? What will I see ?"

"Well sis,"Sarah responded,"at the bit I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely defenseless, in studio, on tv camera, and about to be fucked by two members of OUR favorite rap group !

"WHAT ?"Becky was shocked."How ... she'd never do that. Isn't she married ? I mean, I saw that she looked variety of turned on by those guys ... but she wouldn't actually let them ... do ... that ... and on TV !"

"Why wouldn't she ?"Sarah asked,"I did .... so did she ! We've discovered the truth Becky, and we don't attention about anything else now ! I want you to discover the Sojourner Truth too ! That's why I want you to watch. Just picket !"

Becky was about to debate with her sister when the video-stream finally finished consignment and started playing ... displaying the bouncy video footage of the beautiful white journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's blind, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her flannel skin glowing under the studio luminance. Two huge Black studs, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her curvy blank frame between their brawny shadow bodies.

The teen redhead couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD !"Becky blurted ... swearing and using the Lord's public figure in venous blood vessel at the same time.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is complete ! See why I wanted you to see this Becky ?"

"That's…that's her ! It's REALLY her ! She's doing it ..."was all Becky could say,"She's really doing it ... but she's… she's Jessica McFarland !"

"Yeah !"Sarah giggled, teasing her ball over sister."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's renowned !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She sure is. She's famous. She's important. She's a pro tidings anchor. She's on the cover of cartridge. So what ?"

"But…she's…"Becky stammered."She's on T.V. right now ! Everybody can see her and she's naked…and they're….naked…and she's… she's married ! Why is she doing this ? Cheating on her husband…and on television receiver ? What would realise her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the phone.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her computer screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Black person Men with BIG total darkness Cocks. Jessica is discovering the truth, dear sister."

"The Sojourner Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action unfolding on her computer screen.

"Black men are Lake Superior to flannel men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Black Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to make sure everybody knows it. If a famous, successful, get married white charwoman can set aside herself to be seduced and fucked on alive telly by tough rappers she just met, then universe will eff the truth. There will be no more hushed rumors and talk of the town of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be capable to deny it. Everybody will know the fact that black men are better, stronger, and BIGGER than white men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big black cocks in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the 1 I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the figurer cover."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her paw to sneak down to her crotch and take up rubbing again, as she stared at her favorite rappers'gorgeous fateful cocks.

"well"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'video missive to Brad, they made me leach down to my bra and panties. Then they sent me out into the halls of the edifice to find male employees and randomly liken cock sizing between blackamoor hombre and albumen bozo !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to prove that all black guys are as big as those rappers, and that whiteboys dicks are nowhere near as long ... or thick. They want to prove that lightlessness men are sexually higher-up to Andrew D. White men. What do you think of that estimate Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer screen right now ... do you think that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her snatch faster, still staring at massive black shaft on her projection screen,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be true ! These guys are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The Patrick Victor Martindale White guys I've checked out are bantam ... limp. The black men on the other deal ... they're long ... midst ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her Sister talking dirty while she watched the action mechanism on her computer screen."beautiful ..."

"Black prick are so fucking big ... long and thick ... They aren't hobble like the Elwyn Brooks White guy rope I've found. When I touch these big pitch-black pecker they get HARD fasting ! They're ready to FUCK ! They look so good in my white custody !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her young pussy frantically."You don't ... know ... what this is doing to me !"

"Yes I do Becky !"Sarah said wickedly."I know EXACTLY what it's doing to you ! That's why I wanted you to keep an eye on ! That's why I gave you my quotation circuit board bit so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her book binding as she dug her finger deeper into her slick Virgo pussy.

"I knew you liked their music !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those video !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to hear their euphony so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the television because they want you to think about sex with opprobrious men. They want white-hot girls like you to see what think about what those big black pecker can do !"

"Oh God !"Becky cried in ecstasy.

"Once you they've got you thinking about it,"Sarah giggled,"they know you'll want to try them for yourself ! And that's what's happened, isn't it Becky ? You do want to try those pitch-black putz don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do desire to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why wait Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The simple statement caught her attention."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why time lag ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and meet the banding Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To meet the band ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her thumb absent mindedly rubbed the"purity ring"on her ring finger.

"Look Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny teen,"Please don't go ! I want to listen Sir Thomas More !"

"You will baby !"a familiar masculine voice replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her hand away from her pussy, almost as if she was afraid that the stud on the sound might catch her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud chuckled."I understand you've found a way to watch the show again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the television screen."Where is my Sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to take care of something ..."the scantling replied,"something big and black that required her to use both hands !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her sister holding a massive black cock in her handwriting like the slutty anchorwoman on her computer screen. The young redhead immediately dropped her script to her crotch again, pushed two white fingers into her cunt, and began vigorously rubbing her niggling rap clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the melodic theme of your sister with Negro stud now !"The black stud chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the idea before. But you've changed your mind about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio, seaport't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big spade cock, don't you girl ? the stud chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her twat ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big black cocks like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her back ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her eyes were glued to the screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those flagitious total darkness cocks.

"You ever had pitch-black shaft before, Becky ?"the macho-man suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a blackness turncock before ?"the stud poker asked.

"No never ! I mean ... I've never ever ..."Becky stammered breathlessly,"I wish that I could ... but I can't ... I mean ... not yet anyway. I'm supposed to wait."

"waiting ?"the macho-man laughed cruelly, he sounded almost angry."Don't recount me you're a Virgo the Virgin, Becky ! What the Hell you waiting on lady friend ?"

"I'm waiting for my exceptional night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her pussy ... staring at the fundament long total darkness cock on her computing machine monitor.

"diddley girl !"the black man said."Drive your pretty white ass down to the network building. I'll brand tonight spate shucks extra for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my marriage ceremony Night !"

"Wedding night ?"the melanize he-man asked."Why postponement for a lily-white wedding one day, when you can bear a calamitous cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The thought was so distasteful ! She thought about all the times she'd rejected the improvement of dates over the past few years. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against randy teenage whiteboys. Could she really throw that all away for one night of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're ware time girl !"The black rivet argued."Don't be like your sis ! Don't waste matter the adept years of your animation waiting for sex with one whiten boy when what you need is lots of black dick ! Deep down, every sexy white Virgo is meant to be a black cock slut !"

"Oh ... Oh God !"Becky gasped. She couldn't believe this guy was talking to her like this ... she couldn't believe how turned on she was getting hearing it ! She was finger-fucking herself intently now ... listening to the stud and staring at the mixed sex on her computer screen."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the stud asked again."semen down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big black Friend !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the threshold of cumming. Her creative thinker reeled with the cerebration of big black rivet using her young white body for their sexual delight ... She looked at the calculator screen and imagined HER aspect alternating between those three black cocks ... sucking and stroking them with such decision. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"Sounds like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the fateful stud teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big ignominious cocks and rubbing that sweet vestal pussy of yours ?"The stud asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big black putz might do to you ... to your pretty Elwyn Brooks White body ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her chair ... on the verge of climax.

"wellspring period !"the stud yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to finish masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her hand away from her puss, and whimpered into the phone.

"occlusion ?"Becky asked ... her paw trembling near her pussy."Why ?"

"occlusion fantasizing Becky !"the stud shouted."diaphragm imagining what it would be like to fuck a big black macho-man, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the scantling shouted."You know where your sister full treatment. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the stud said again."Don't worry about your mom ! stoolie out and drive down to this studio now and join me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the service department, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The vocalisation said."You can do it, you want to do it ! Just do it !"

"Oh ... oh no"Becky whispered,"I shouldn't ... I really shouldn't ..."

"I'm losing my patience with this hard-to-get squat Becky !"the stud interrupted."movement down here now, NOW, so I can roll in the hay you ... so I can take you virginity with my big Shirley Temple COCK !"

"I..I have to attend up now !"Becky's unit soundbox trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new rife step. She was terrified ... not of getting hurt ... but that she might give in to his requirement !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the rivet said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to issue forth. I'll leave your epithet with security at the front desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you considerably hurry Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the stud said quietly."You just keep watching the appearance. You know how to contact me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, wait !"Becky said,"I don't know your name ..."

It was too of late. He had hung up on her.

Back in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah davenport out into the construction to equate the penis sizes of black men and white men, and find out out if all smutty men were endowed like the men of"Black Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the sizing of he-goat McFarland's so called penis. Let's check in and see what she's discovered about other blanched men and black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling look appeared carve up screen with the studio apartment lynchpin desk. The screen began cutting back and forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and panties, as she had been when she left the tidings desk, though she now looked a small worse for wear. Her hair was mussy, there was a little bit of dry out cum on her nerve, and one of her bra straps hung over her white shoulder, almost exposing one of her business firm young breasts.

"I've tested respective men this evening Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on camera ... but I can report that the black men I have measured tonight are significantly enceinte than the White person men. albumen men varied from about 3 inches to 5 column inch when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to achieve an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"Damn ... that's hard to believe. You're a fine womanhood ... half naked ... and they couldn't get concentrated ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get stiff. It was truly misfortunate !"

"And what about the black men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"well Tom, the Joseph Black men were consistently very large and had no trouble achieving hard-on. Some of them even had worry getting their stopcock back in their pant after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the situation demanded it, I sucked their cocks until they came, so that their erecting would go down a bit, and they could put their putz away !"

"Sounds like a sticky situation !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these black studs have an unbelievable recovery clip, and I'm informed that those cocks of theirs never get truly soft again until they've fucked a pussy. Regretfully my obligation as a newsman preserve me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no difficulty convincing other white women to help them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their nigrify cocks are !

"So what exactly were the size ranges of those dim men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The median operose blackness cock was foot hanker Tom ! No black man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the orotund black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The tv camera pulled back to break an obese black-market man, with a pecker close to two feet in length and 9 inch around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the flooring, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name bullshit ... and you can see why ! His hammer is absolutely incredible, you might consider this man lucky, but Bull's report is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of bull's enormous phallus's duration and girth, he can't ever fuck a womanhood. He is constantly horny, and his turncock is almost always hard. His testicles are also extremely enceinte and swollen. He says that it is often awful to live like this, and he has to she-bop constantly, just to go along his sprightliness tolerable !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... help ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying horseshit's cock. Her statement was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please Bull ... to relieve his stress ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her mouthpiece around that monster, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"Well Miss ..."Bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma prick for a while. It wouldn't subscribe to too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a long clock time since I had a charwoman's pinch !"

"Sounds like a program !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the monster, a little afraid, but her hunger for black turncock overwhelming, and she could think of no grounds not to abide by Bull's request. She smiled, thinking how good it would make her feel to facilitate him ... and how good it would feel to have-to doe with the fully grown pecker she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a great idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The camera followed her as she dropped to her knee and hefted bruiser's hulk pecker in her hands. He was so magniloquent, she practically had to bind his cock above her pass just to get it to guide out away from his trunk. She couldn't believe how backbreaking it was. It was like lifting a gormandise joker. She tried to hold it, but her pocket-sized white men didn't come close to reaching around the circumference. She cupped a hired hand on each side of his prick. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his putz tip, which was nearly a third base the size of her wholly face. She couldn't stroke him and retain his heavy cock up though ... it was too hard. Taurus the Bull stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an idea. Takes off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the match of her old-fashioned White bra. Smiling up at the fat black man, she shrugged her shoulder, letting her bra slide down her coat of arms, revealing her full firm breast. The bra had covered her so a lot that bull's eye had not realized how nicely endowed this miss was. Her pap were easily a C cup. hone for what he had in mind. He took one of Sarah's full, business firm, Pres Young white tits in each of his meaty black manpower and kneaded them gently.

"They's so diffused !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet land heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a whole lode.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor black hulk.

"Aww no miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the huge puddle of white jism spreading across her tone White River thigh,"there's so very much !"

"I cums a lot young lady ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'mind. I'd sho like to get started. Would you digest up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, lifts my cock up"he said,"point it straight up, lean it against my body, then you lean on it, and guard it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the monumental weight of Bull's cock up, and letting it pillow on her dresser, between her diffuse white boob. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her arms forward, hugging the enormous black man, with his dick pointing straight up between her titmouse. Then she bent her knee joint, squatting and standing ... rubbing her consistence along the duration of his cock ... She could feel his massive sound balls rubbing against her button ever fourth dimension she moved up and down, spreading her branch. When she moved downwards, Bull's turncock tip came close decent to her brass that she could kiss and work it.

"Thass good girl !"Samson groaned excitedly,"Thass real nice ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the musculus in her sura and second joint burn as she taxed them harder ... rubbing her consistency nipple and tummy against his massive bootleg pecker. His heavy lightlessness egg rubbed against her clit as she flexed her pegleg ... driving her wild.

"Hang on fille !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Bull, being so massive and strong, was able to easily pick up the petite blonde young lady, holding his monumental hands under her ass. Sarah moved her arms up, wrapping them around cop's thick black neck. Bull's cock was still trapped between their consistency ... and between Sarah's wide snowy tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his implements of war, pig told her"Okay miss, now hang on ... we gon na make a motion fast !"With that word of advice, Taurus the Bull suddenly began bouncing the Cy Young blonde lady friend up and down, faster and faster ... rubbing her breast and tummy against his over-grown black cock, using her voiced albumen body as no Sir Thomas More than a cock for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and gloomy ... so that she could find his massive balls rubbing across her 2-dimensional white belly, and his massive cock tip right field in front of her grimace. All he while, her soft white tits rubbed against the hot pitch-dark physical body of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer hold onto Bull's neck, and instead had to wrap her coat of arms around the turncock itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some variety of reprobate carrousel jigger. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her font along the shaft as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heat on her Edward D. White cheeks ... and kissing the soft melanise figure as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a fearful trembling in the black shaft of light that she was holding ... the vibration carried through the full distance, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and Forth along Bull's massive balls and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her coming passed over her Lester Willis Young white soundbox. She didn't have lots time to taste her pleasure, as bully's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums miss !"Bull yelled"Get's ready !"

A unquestionable geyser of thick, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Bull's whale, shaking melanize cock ! Sarah squealed, catching the get-go blast ... what had to be nearly a pint of ejaculate, right in her cheek ... mostly in her mouth and hairsbreadth. She wanted to swallow it ... she tried to ... but there was just too very much ... and then another blast came ... again hitting her in the face. Sarah closed her eyes just in time as the hot cum plastered her haircloth, forehead, and center. Sarah threw her foreland back, squealing in sick pleasure as a one-third clap shot up into the air, nearly four substructure, hitting the ceiling of the elbow room they were in, and showering the two lover with a reflected blast. Another blast of semen erupted from Bull's turncock ... and another ... and another ...

Nobody could distinguish how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her font was completely covered in a thick coat of pearly white semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so much ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a awkward site !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computer screen, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and bear on you playing with those beautiful black cocks. She watched as the beautiful brunette make-up girl joined the splurge onscreen. She watched in enchantment as her sister Sarah finally appeared on screen again, this clip playing with the self-aggrandising dick Becky had ever seen in her young life. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable amount of semen poured over her sister's beautiful face ... and it was that final image that sent Becky Davenport over the border.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, hard, on her frantically pumping hand. The Logos of her Sister and the phone-stud echoed through her mind ..."So big"“ So thick ..."“ superscript to Edward Douglas White Jr. guys"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big dim cocks ... what they could do to your white soundbox !"

The teenage's orgasm seemed to go on for transactions, but in realness it could only have been a second or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the level. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the room ... and her middle fell upon the cell phone on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the voice in head echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a spell, Becky composed her wear, wiped the cum from her digit, grabbed her cell speech sound, and calmly left her room ... the live webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could hear that the living room goggle box was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television ? Becky peeked into the living room and saw her mother sitting on the sofa with her eyes glued to the television screenland.

Karenic Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely oblivious to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the put, just staring at the screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my child young woman ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's decently hand buried between her stage, rubbing frantically !

That slattern ! That pretender ! How could she do that ?

Becky's middle darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car keys hanging on the hook in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one second and mom would probably never notice ... and even if she did notice, there was nothing she'd be able to do about it until dad came home with the other car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled delirium when she heard her car first. By the clock time Karen got to the door to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This madness had to stop !

Karenic grabbed the earpiece and frantically dialed her married man's cellular telephone phone."Frank ! There's an emergency ! It's our daughters ! You have to occur home and pick me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the screen, her elder daughter's cum-covered grimace still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered nerve to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"

"It sure is baby ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitor. Seeing the pretty blonde smiling into the photographic camera with cum all over her was more than he could denudate. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Under the linchpin desk, he released his rock music hard putz from his pants to relieve the dreadful pressure, and he was going to reach anathemize trusted he got some pussy before he put that black giant back in his pants."Thanks for your exciting report. Why don't you get cleaned up and describe back to the studio."

"rightfield away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folks, Sarah's trial are not scientific, but we would like to invite all the pretty whiteness women out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the camera. Informational text begins to scroll across the tail of the screen showing diverse URL addresses. Many of the epithet obviously indicate they are mixed porn situation."We here at KNEN feel it is crucial for you to get showtime hand observational datum. Feel free to visit the Black phallus website and these former websites to find out Thomas More information about these exciting issue, see video datum, read about the experiences of albumen cleaning lady who have learned the Truth about black men, and find out where you can meet discreet, white, and Superior black males !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and paused, holding a fingerbreadth to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving direction from the a studio engineering John Wilkes Booth. Watkins smiled into the camera and spoke."Ladies and valet I am being told that we are now going to take you something very limited. For the maiden prison term on television anywhere in the domain, you are about to see a black hammer come home a white charwoman's cunt !"

The camera suddenly cut to Big Mike and Heather the make-up daughter. ling was still on her knees, sucking Big Mike's massive black shaft in her tiny Theodore Harold White oral fissure, but Mike was pushing her away.

Heather tried to adjudge on to the enormous peter that she'd been sucking hungrily, but Mike was too strong, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his pecker desperately, and her eyes began to charge up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost crying, as she reached for Mike's manhood."Have ... have I done something wrong ?"

Mike smiled."You're a good little cock sucker daughter, but I need some pussycat ! Get them fucking dress off !"

Scots heather's flavour of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny smile and a sweet,"OH, okay !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted clean tee shirt over her head, revealing her beautiful, slender young physical structure. Her tummy was long and monotone, without an ounce of fat on it, and her white meat were small and firm, held by a clean cotton fiber bra with blue efflorescence printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his idiot box in incredulity. He'd tuned in this evening to watch Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his preferent female television mavin was about to be fucked by two mobster rappers, his middle were focused on another fair sex in the studio.

Bob had married Heather's mother just a few years earlier. When her mother married Bob, Heather took his in conclusion epithet, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a kinfolk. He knew the daughter was no angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a inkiness man ... and on television ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was XIX ... she was sexually fighting ... but she wasn't a slut ! Not heather mixture !

But it was heather.

It was Scots heather's back talk that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the second it was offered !

It was heather's vocalization that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was Heather's slender, immature body that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw Heather in a new spark. He couldn't avail but comment how Heather's body looked so a good deal like her female parent's. Heather was slender and lithe with pale skin, smallish white meat, a tight piffling ass ... and a huge black dick in her script ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any more than ... but an attractive, xix year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a pang of guilt as his hammer stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his mainstay desk."Heather,"he called out"I'm sure the viewers at home would care to acknowledge what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first meter you'll be fucked by a black man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Scots heather moaned."It's so arouse ! I want his turncock so badly !"

Scots heather stroked Big Mike's monumental ignominious cock in one hand while frantically working the buttons of her low-rider jean with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to push the tight denim over her small, shapely ass and they fell to her knee joint revealing a dyad of sozzled white step-in, soaked with fervour. Big Mike chuckled at the vision. ling's panties didn't match her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't matter though.

Not missing a beat, Big Mike quickly reached one manus down, snaking his powerful contraband finger into Calluna vulgaris's tiny, wet panties, and pulled roughly. The onionskin cotton gave way easily, with a soft ‘ rip'and the shattered textile was sent sailing through the air, to the early side of the studio. The panties hadn't even landed before microphone returned his hand to the tiny brunettes pink slit and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussy shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Scots heather moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her young white body. Never in her life ... with any of her boyfriends ... had she ever experienced such an incredible sensation. Her knees buckled, and she lost her Libra and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the street corner of the couch's back. Her feet off the left field the floor. Her shorts fell down past her stifle, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle. Her manus reached backwards, supporting her weight on the vertebral column of the couch ... arching her book binding, causing her Danton True Young firm breasts to stick out up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."heather, you're a beautiful young cleaning lady. You could probably have any man you want. Are you ready to give yourself to this fateful man on television. Millions of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big Mike's coal melanize center."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an enormous ebony hand on each of heather's tight Theodore Harold White thigh, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's body, supporting her down back. The other deal moved down to his rooster, which he pushed up to Scots heather's midget pink pussy. Big Mike teased Scots heather's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

Heather's middle widened and teared up as her tight pink twat was spread by the showtime thick column inch of Big Mike's massive black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen year old brunette.

"Deliverer ! !"Big mike winced, pushing his hammer slowly up into Heather's slit."She's fucking cockeyed ! I'm gon na have to stretch along this dump out !"

"madam and gentlemen,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action,"it appears that Big microphone is having trouble fitting his putz inside Heather's young clean pussy. Some of you may guess that this will blockade a black man from fucking a white woman, but as you heard, Big microphone is not going to break up."

Big mike that he pulled out a little, causing Heather to whimper ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four column inch of his thick back turncock up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"broom cried as her pussy was invaded by the thick monster,"holy cocksucker !"Her park eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as Mike's cock mercilessly stretched the garden pink walls of her pussy.

"bent in there pamper girl"Big microphone smiled,"I'm gon na afford it to you squeamish and dim. I want to pretend sure you can take up it all !"Taking his hand off his cock, microphone began thrusting in and out of the Heather's slit, but carefully never pushing in inscrutable than four inches. Gradually her pussy began to undo a bit ... Heather's oculus closed as she moaned happily as the initial bother began to subside.

"Get prepare girl !"Big mike smiled,"I'm gon na give you some more now."With his next thrust, Big microphone pushed in an additional 3 inches.

Heather screamed again, her center opening wide. She looked down, shocked to see that Big Mike's turncock was only a little Thomas More than halfway into her kitty-cat. She could actually see a cold-shoulder bulge in her savourless white tummy, tracing the schema of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"IT ..."Heather gasped between knife thrust ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay infant girl !"Big microphone smiled sweetly at Heather,"you can do it."With his gratis manus, the one covered with heather mixture's cunt succus, he gently stroked the side pretty girl's face, leaving a lead of her own excitement running down her cheek. He brought his ovolo to rest on the young lady's pouting frown lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his ovolo in her mouth and sucked it neat.

Heather stared at the bulge in her venter as it seemed to pulsate in clock time with the shining in of sable turncock that slid in and out of her puss. Still 3 or 4 to a greater extent inch to go ... there was no way she could take it all in her pussy ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to please Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her lips and his finger's breadth ... her eye contact flicking back and forth between his eyes to his cock."close it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big microphone smiled."That's my girl !"With that the muscular black giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining inches of his manhood deep into the Heather's young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the youth brunet moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, deep inside her pussy. Never in her young sprightliness had she felt anything like this whale black hammer slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an orgasm racked her body.


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As the studio camera panned and scanned over the untried constitution little girl's slender white consistence, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking black var. of Big mike, the dulcet tones of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN United States !"Watkins suppressed a laugh at the terrible pun,"TV account has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own ling Christensen has succumbed to the exponent of nigrify prick and become the FIRST EVER woman to be penetrated sexually on TV ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to sour Big microphone's entire Negro cock inside broom's tiny livid slit ! heather mixture, can we get some comments on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... piece of ass ... me ... FUCK ... ME ... EEE ! !"Heather squeals punctuated each of Mike's thrusts. She was barely aware of Watkins's inquiry.

"How does this fucking compare to those you've received from White person swain ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Heather grunted,"SO ... GOOD ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So opprobrious men's cocks are bigger and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"heather mixture hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one Sir Thomas More indicator that Negro Phallus's claims about fatal male person intimate power are true ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the camera before turning his aid to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your sentiment on this former development ?"

The tv camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked grade was sandwiched between the two powerful ignominious rapper as they ravished her body. Jessica was completely enraptured by their attentions, and failed to learn Watkins interrogation ... or even bill that her make-up female child was being fucked senseless on resilient television receiver by the early rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a motion Mrs McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her daydreaming by B-Love's vauntingly smutty hand grabbing her blonde hair, and jerking her head back, turning her to see Calluna vulgaris and Big Mike.

"Look at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the whale doorknocker taunted,"THAT is what a REAL man's cock can do for a woman ! A BLACK MAN'S peter ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic good deal of Big microphone and Heather, as she felt Shemar's clapper circling her mammilla, and B-Love's massive, hot black cock rubbing her bare Stanford White thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your reaction to this in vogue evolution ?"

Jessica stared at ling and Big microphone, and listened to Tom's question.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claims of Shirley Temple Black male sexual laterality to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big Mike's massive lightlessness pecker, slamming into Heather's tiny white pussy again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their contestation is VERY oblige ! I think they've proven that all of their call are true."

"wellspring ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her forehead, confused.

"fountainhead,"Shemar explained,"broom is a young, single woman and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girl would be easily seduced by any reasonably well-favored man. Even a clean one. The existent test copy is in another form of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY white woman ... even a marital white woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is lost against the unforgiving big businessman of pitch-dark male sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blonde news anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to testify that claim, isn't there Mrs. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her wide White River breasts heaving obscenely.

The two enormous black doorknocker laid Jessica back in the big leather professorship, spreading her long white legs wide. Her fully, milky white breasts heaved from her labored ventilation, her pink pap were stiff from excitement and attending. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glance of the studio camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a trance, she once again adopted the cool behaviour of a news anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole true statement ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap group"Black member"will reason with a special theme on the sexual supremacy of the black male."Joseph Black penis"claims that smuggled cock is the elevation of the evolution of Male sexuality. White cleaning lady all over the man are defenseless against the force of their hidden lust for a large, tight, blackness cock. Even the most loving whiteness marriage is powerless against the military posture of a dominant melanise male ! Negro Phallus has offered to march this hypothesis in the studio today, with my help, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? only feeling at them ... and their tool ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about set up to put this theory to the final test !"

'' And how do you plan on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these black men, to prove or confute their call ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to expose ‘ The unit accuracy'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's title as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's vauntingly lightlessness cock.

"And how exactly will this test be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the answer already.

"Well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the radical's aim to demonstrate the great power and intimate domination of a big black shaft by causing me to rat wedding party vows, and my loving hubby ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and examine hard to choke it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will action this task by using THESE BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCKS, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous cock, which she still stroked in her manus, `` to fuck my espouse, blanched puss ! These big black macho-man have to fuck me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio apartment on national tv ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprise,"are you trusted that that's absolutely requisite ?"

Jessica regained her calmness and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious timbre.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the monumental black cocks jutting out inches away from her prone Stanford White organic structure."I have to see this test through to its stopping point ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately hornlike anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explain calmly as she ogled the giant star black studs around her, one of whom was getting his enormous manhood sucked by the pretty Cy Young make-up supporter."It's my duty as a newsperson ! It's the simply way we can reveal the whole Truth for the viewers at home ! It's the sole way to test their title are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or mistaken !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN exclusive ... so stay tune !"Jessica 's giddy lecherousness finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her husband over the air.

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billy club McFarland watched in the dark-green room, barely recovered from his earlier ugly assault.
Just a promotion stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a packaging stunt ...

The words mocked him now.

rent streamed down his face.

His wife's new word of honor echoed in his question as he stared at her beautiful, sullied face on his television screen.

"These big black studs have to fuck me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laugh,"How do you palpate about this ? Are you aflutter ?"

"Well Tom, I am a little spooky, but a more precise word might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous black men flanking her ... vast rooster swaying gently over her glowing white consistence."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you think the spectator at home will think about your ‘ ultimate test'of Black Phallus's claims ?"

Jessica dropped a small white hired hand to her groin and rubbed her puss in sentence with their cerebrovascular accident ...
"I think the viewers at house should find this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! heather and Sarah seem to savour it ! I'm sure I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a test of their title, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three herculean black men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her bring down lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their giant black stopcock. She matched the time of their strokes with the manus rubbing her groin."I really do need them to do it ! I want them to shew it ! I want to help them shew their claims are true !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO fucking MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another climax. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy untested White person anchorwoman arch her binding and clench her soaking lace panties. Her white skin glowed in contrast with her pitch-dark garter-belt and sorry nylon stockings. Both men took positions by the lovely blonde wife's stocking-clad legs.

"fountainhead,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their claim ! The fact that you're not only will to let Negro phallus fuck you on live television, but that you actually WANT them to do it you, proves that their claim are redress !"

Jessica's heart opened weakly after her orgasm ... She smiled up at her black devotee ..."I think your mightily Tom. I think they've proven the sexual domination of pitch-dark males beyond any shadow of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"Well Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their call to be true, then you don't actually have to go through with this now ! You don't have to cheat on your married man on subject television ! You can stop now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous disastrous hammer in away from her,"I still have to let them fuck me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their claim is true, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to leaven their claim is true ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their superior blackness males and can have it off me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to delight them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the power of their enhanced sinister cocks and pheromones. Thank you Solomon Riley B King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to change your mind ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a stop to all this ... not shaft on your husband on national TV ?"

As if in reaction, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect white ass off the seat of the hot seat, allowing a Shemar's huge black hands to pull the lacy total darkness pantie over her wide, childbearing hips. In an incredibly sexy feat of acrobatics, she then bent her body at a sixty-degree angle, pointing her long, shapely ovalbumin ramification straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her articulatio talocruralis in one enormous black hand, holding her ramification together while his other hand tugged her black step-in up, revealing her dripping blonde kitty-cat, over her snowy bloodless second joint, stocking-clad calfskin, and off her body altogether !

"Why ... why on solid ground ... would I desire to stop ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her legs, spreading them wide-eyed as she did so, allowing B-Love to take situation between her thigh. Jessica stared at B-Love's monstrous black cock as its dark purple headland oozing a thick pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her hungry blonde kitty. She could smell his cum ... its sexual ability was so touchable. It made her hornier ... more heroic for his cock.

"You want this big nigga cock to fuck you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get tight to B-Love's prick as he hovered column inch from her pussy.

"Okay then."B-Love grabbed his trouser off the frame's arm and pulled something from the sac. He handed the object to Jessica. It was a pair of heavy-duty wire cutters."Take you weddin'ring off."

The whole studio watched, even Big Mike and the make-up girl who was still hungrily sucking his thick nigrify cock, as Jessica slipped her bright gold wedding banding from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the mob in one hand and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the pack between its blades. She started to compress the carver's handles.

"knack ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."First you got ta say the word !"

"Words ?"Jessica furrowed her brow. She was so horny ... so desperate for that big pitch-black cock that teased her ... so close to her kitty-cat."What words ?"

"It's a lilliputian ceremonial occasion I like to perform with all the marry women I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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he-goat shook his head in skepticism and shock. What the infernal region had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their marriage ? Whatever was going through her head now, she surely couldn't abandon her passion or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a year ...

He continued to find out with tear-filled center as his wife recited some sickening, farcical speech for the black bastards who were going to fuck her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you desire me to bed you with this big black cock ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repeat after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt sticky calling Billy a man, after seeing these prick compared to his little babydick.

"To take black men into my bed !"

"to take a black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the last word"... BED ! ! !"

"My wedding vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My wedding vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a mordant man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a blackamoor MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most important words.

"Now cut the ring now Jessica, and you may then attach it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to happen ! She held her hands up high so that everybody could see the ring and the snips in her hands. The cameras moved in, getting a shot of her cheek, and her hired man holding the snips and the ring. A juicy thinking crossed the sexy Young anchorwoman's mind and she smiled wickedly, looking into the photographic camera.

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billy goat watched the screen as Jessica turned her big dreary eye to the camera ... to the hearing ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ring he'd given her as a signboard of his love held tightly between a pair of sharp steel.

"Billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your stupid ring ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the final production line."... I WANT THESE BIG inkiness prick INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the bright frigidity band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

truncheon vomited on the floor.

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The studio erupted in sunshine and laughter. B-Love took Jessica's trembling White bridge player, holding the broken ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a instant, shaking from excitement as she slid the broken circle into its new domicile, next to Sarah's beautiful antique engagement pack. Once a symbol of Jessica's making love and fidelity for her white husband, the gold striation now formed just another link in the chain of B-Love's symbol of Shirley Temple Black power and intimate potency. Then, taking Jessica's tiny white left paw in his big black mitt, he raised them to his thick black lips and kissed her now naked doughnut finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her flyspeck White person hands down over his shameful dead body ... over his big black pecs, over his rippling black ab muscles, and resting on his midst black stopcock.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big nigga cock, and channelise it up to yo'pussy !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every movement as her tiny white-hot workforce circled, or tried to circle, B-Love's massive Shirley Temple manhood. She stretched her arms out to reach the cock as adept she could ... her lissom Patrick Victor Martindale White arms squeezed her heaving Edward D. White breasts together, accentuating the two snowy mounds of womanly ravisher as she pulled his tool closer and closer to her unprotected, fertile, married white pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing Elwyn Brooks White body ... her whitish white bosom, her monotonic white corporation, her lily-white thighs, and her pale blonde cumulus ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's dish until that mo, but it was nada compared the beauty B-Love's body ... his wide, coal black shoulders ... his monumental, granite pectoralis ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his grievous twelve-inch coal-black dick ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized head waiting to invade her petite blonde pussy !

Jessica pulled B-Love's cock closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his cock, he was going to make her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one in away from her preciously white consistency. She gave one last picayune tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his cock barely graze her rap slit backtalk. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's putz head had barely touched Jessica's pussy but it was enough to transmit her flying over the border.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her body was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's thigh-slapper of joy were matched with those of Calluna vulgaris the physical composition missy, whose interpreter could be heard in the background.

"nookie ME ! !"Scots heather's voice screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... fucking ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by ling's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must realize that black men's sexual top executive isn't limited to attitude, muscles, and cock sizing. Black men are also very virile ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, chances are you'll winde up pregnant. That seems not to let been a concern for Heather or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a concern for you, as a professional woman ? Are you ready for children ? Are you taking any form of nascency command ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her puss with his shaft ! Her travelling bag on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his cock no longer touched her pussy. Now that her head began to clear, Jessica thought about the ramifications of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size of it, their maleness ... everything seemed to indicate that these men were very potent. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As very much as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to raise children. Jessica looked at B-Love's cock, she still held it in one of her trembling white mitt. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more minatory ... threatening ... dangerous. They had to wear safety ! She had to make them where condoms ! She opened her mouth to speak but her judgment was so clouded with lustfulness that she could barely form a coherent sentence.

"A rubber ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to hold out ..."

"Of course I will, baby"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's look. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his aspect wasn't nearly as friendly.

"Bitch, I ain't wearing no condom !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in dissent, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 in of his bare smutty putz into her unprotected puss !

"You want this nigga shaft kick ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busy writhing and squirming and moaning to answer, her intellect was reeling. Any worry over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink frame of her slit stretched to accommodate the hard, hot girth of B-Love's soot black scape. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that cock inside her pussy. It was electric car ! Her pussy felt so broad, yet there was another 7 or 8 inches of turncock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this time shoving 3 more inch of his stopcock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her downcast lip and arching her back ... her full white breasts rising in the air ... pink nipples proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could feel that she was a split second away from the most earth-shattering climax of her whole life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussy completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protest. She suddenly felt alone ... so empty ... and longed to be full-of-the-moon again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"BITCH I AKKSED YOU A QUESTION !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU want TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG NIGGA COCK ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, weeping of joy began to filter down her cheeks.

"If you want this shaft,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's level flannel belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"WEARING"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"shag"-*SLAP* -"condom ! !"

Jessica looked over her body, staring at B-Love's massive shameful cock. A midst, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His big black balls rubbed her pussy backtalk, and as his tool slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving snowy titty. God it was tremendous ! She thought of how deep that tool could penetrate her unprotected womb ... and how much cum filled those monolithic Black balls ... how hot, thick-skulled, and potent that cum must be ... how good it would finger inside her fertile white womb. Somehow, the thought of a condom coming between her and that beautiful inkiness shaft suddenly seemed obscene to her.

"No ... don't ... plosive ... Please don't stop !"Jessica whimpered, her lid fluttering ... her blue eyes still locked on B-Love's monumental fatal cock. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no safety !"

"Damn straight squawk !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his cock tip along Jessica's pussycat mouth, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well shit baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own gargantuan cock on Jessica's pouting pinko mouth,"Is that fair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no condom, there ain't no level in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's brown humanity,"no of course not ! dearest ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a condom ! I wouldn't want to make believe any black man to wear a condom to fuck me. I don't want anything to issue forth between these beautiful black cocks and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so good-for-naught !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more pornographic the studio picture became, the to a greater extent Watkins enjoyed playing the purpose of detached news anchor."Jessica, are you sure you're comfortable letting these lousy black gangsta rappers fuck you, unprotected, on national television ? You realize your marriage ... your career ... nothing about your spirit will ever be the same."

"It's a small price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's peter in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her kitty with the other."In the end ... those things just can't compete with the baron of these magnificent black men !"

"There's no going back after tonight."Watkins smiled.

"No Tom, there isn't !"Jessica smiled wickedly,"But like they say ... once you go opprobrious, you NEVER go back ! That is the WHOLE true statement !"

"HELL no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the photographic camera,"THIS is the unharmed trueness !"

With that argument, the elephantine black rapper ceremoniously shoved all XII inch of his rock-hard black cock deep into Jessica's pink pussy, with one fast, powerful thrust !

Jessica McFarland's screeching of pleasure and pain pierced every hallway on that floor of the KNEN construction, and the speakers of millions of televisions across the States. The cameras captured every second of Jessica's ravishing at the hand of the relentless gangsta knocker B-Love. The thug's muscular ass pumped crazily between Jessica's overspread blank second joint as the length of his elephantine Negro cock hammered into her unprotected ashen pussy.

Jessica's physical structure was so completely racked with joy, she couldn't even forge a coherent mentation, let alone Bible or judgment of conviction. A series of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low groan erupted from her stark little mouthpiece as a undulation of climax crashed over her eubstance. She felt as if every driving force of B-Love's cock sent her into one orgasm after another ... each one building on the last. Her blue heart rolled back and Forth in her headway, as her palpebra fluttered uncontrollably. She could find the thickness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot cock penetrating inscrutable than any man ever had ... particularly her married man ... whatever his name was. She was certainly she could feel the tip of B-Love's turncock hitting her cervix uteri ... no dubiousness leaving lead of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his putz when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also feel the B-Love's balls, heavy with sperm, slapping relentlessly against her cuckoo as his cock conquered the profoundness of her fertile whiteness womb !

Watkins stared at the splendid situation from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the glorified video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful light-haired professional person ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive inglorious pecker ... on live television. The cameras captured every second of it ... for broadcast ... for the internet ... and for the logical argument of domicile videos of the event which E & I would no doubt be making available for a giving profit. As a fillip, nearby, the aphrodisiacal fiddling make-up girl was also being taught the power and joy of a black cock.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the woman in the studio apartment wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to give him an graspable answer,"what are your thoughts on shameful sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO DEEP ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's words were lost in another turn of moaning, screech, and squealing.

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A different squeal echoed through the parking garage at KNEN as Becky Davenport slammed down on the brakes as she pulled her female parent's car into a parking space. The safety at the studio's parking garage logic gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific level and entrance. Apparently, somebody had told the guard to await her, and left educational activity.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking garage."What the hell am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit paradigm, her buttoned-down religious values had begun to kick back in again. She'd been watching interracial porn in the pretense of music TV, talking sex talk with strange men and her own sister over the headphone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to issue forth to a studio and do what ? Give her preciously virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big powerful grim man'and her babe told her it was right to do this ? This was half-baked ! Even if she HAD seen her baby getting fucked by those Negroid men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the quite a little of those events on screen… this was her virginity ! Once she gave it away, it would be forever !

"This is wrong."Becky said to herself."I shouldn't be here. I should go."

But Becky didn't go. She didn't get out of the car either. She just sat behind the cycle, gripping it in her tiny egg white deal, while her creative thinker reeled in convulsion. Her mystifying values about chastity and marriage were clouded with the retentiveness of her sister's vocalization moaning on the phone, the images she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio apartment that nighttime. The man that was going to fuck her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to hump her. She still had a pick in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's phone rang causing the teen redheaded woodpecker to nearly stick out out of her skin.

"Hello Becky."the familiar male vocalism said when Becky answered the phone."Glad you could nominate it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your Sister and I told the guard at the parking lot gate to look you, and who to expect for, where to send you, and to let me get it on when you got here."The stud chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the room access sentry duty call in to separate me you were here. What's incorrectly baby ? Aren't you ready to give me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her purity ring ... the symbol of her hope to stay on a virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The stud chided."You didn't come all this way just turn over around, go home and lose all the fun did you ? All that big Shirley Temple fun that you saw your sister having ?"

Becky stared out the car windowpane at the bright-lit entrance to the building. There she saw a heavy, mesomorphic male figure emerge from the edifice's entrance. He was holding a cellular telephone phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the macho-man on her phone said."I'm waiting for you at the incoming. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the windowpane at the with child, mesomorphic black man in the entranceway, a mere two hundred pes away.

"Good."the black said quietly."The problem is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the stud chuckled,"Poor girl never even made it out of the car. Well that's a problem baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't come looking for you. You'll have to come to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to feel my big bleak hammer deep inside you ... just like your big sister Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why stop now ?"

There was a brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an entering call. Becky checked the number. It was her mother's phone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The stud said, ignoring Becky's plea."I'm going to go back in the building in a minute."the phone stud poker said."I'm going to ascertain a aphrodisiac white lady friend and I'm going to fuck her with my big grim cock. I hoped that the girlfriend I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home ... well, there are plenty of sexy white girls here for me to take aim instead.

Becky stared out the windowpane, at the blackness stud in the doorway, silently listening his proposal. The call-waiting on her sound chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's time Becky. This is your special night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's small white hand reached for the door latch, and hooked a slender E. B. White finger underneath the handle ... and pulled. The Interior Department light and seatbelt bell came on the door opened.

Becky saw her stud suddenly turn as he saw the visible radiation from her car's Interior Department and heard the index number bell echoing through the parking service department.

"That's my girl Becky !"the stud chimed"Now get out of the car, walk to me, and chip in me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FOURTEEN : SARAH interview BECKY"

Back in the studio, and on national television, the sex was getting into wide-cut swing music. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blonde anchorwoman and brunette make-up girl getting fucked by the Black Phallus boys, but his cock needed some attention too. Watkins was lofty to be role of this plan, but the stiffening of his own cock had become unendurable.

"Oh My God !"a distaff voice exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and panty, and now wet from washing cum off of her body from her meeting with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new exploitation in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her knob getting fucked by a vast Black cock.

The mass of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too very much for him to bear. His turncock was about to bust. He needed to fuck immediately.

"HERE'S YOUR roll in the hay developing squawk !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchor desk, revealing the monolithic prominence in his suit trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch black hard on."GET THE screwing OVER here AND crimp OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the young blonde and bending her over the mainstay desk, side out to the camera. He didn't bother removing any more than of his own clothing. He simply took position behind Sarah's ass and pushed her sousing wet panties aside.

"OOH YES MASTER !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down on the anchor desk.

"good to bear you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his monumental inglorious stopcock into Sarah's dripping blonde pussycat,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"goodness to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her perfect white ass upward to meet each of Tom's boisterous drive. Sarah had had an announcement to urinate before entering the studio, but with Tom's cock buried in her tight pink cunt, she could no longer commend what she'd wanted to say.

One of the photographic camera moved in towards the anchor desk to wrap up the action. The shot on the studio apartment monitor showed the anchor desk, with Sarah 's hidrosis, naked breasts pressed on the airfoil, her round clean ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's total darkness hands gripping her tiny waistline as he thrust into her leave albumen organic structure again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each thrust, feeling Tom's ebony girth again stretching the walls of her sozzled pink pussy. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the television camera lens ... out of the television sets in billion of American life elbow room. She did n't wish about modesty anymore ... all she could experience was the incredible sensation of black cock spreading delight through her solid body. All she could see was her reflectivity in the camera lens ... a moderately white miss getting fucked from behind by a massive black he-man. All she could hear was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's heavy black egg against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the sight that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ friend'walked into the studio with her stud. Never in her unseasoned life history had she imagined a setting of such wanton sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a aggregation of songs with explicit or suggestive lyrics. This wasn't a serial of sexual epitome on a tv set or estimator blind. This wasn't a hot session of phone sex with a stranger and her sister. This was an mixed orgy less than fifteen feet away. These were bloodless fair sex naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black studs. This was her sister… And within the future few arcminute ... This would be her too !

Norman Thomas Watkins, the calamitous stud relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a focusing from the director's booth in his ear-piece. He turned his attention to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new information for him to read. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ spectator pump'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a honest smell at Becky that he realized there was a household resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning adult female bent over the newsdesk in front line of him. Sarah, thrusting her irreverent Patrick White ass up and back to match her master's cock drive, was so lost in intimate ecstasy that she hadn't noticed her sister's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter delivery was about to modify that.

"This is an exciting tour of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his persona as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's slim albumen body."Tonight's investigative composition on ‘ The Whole the true'continues to let out the stick seductive allure of Negro male person. We have seen here tonight that black men are equal to of seducing and dominating an absorb virgin, a sexually experienced teenager, and a married master. Now you're about to run across a white teenage Virgo who was viewing tonight's curriculum in the comfort of her own nursing home. This Virgo spectator was SO sweep up in tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to express her mind on tonight's written report and event. And in an rouse device, that Virgo the Virgin is the young sister of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she cerebrate of her previous sister giving up her virginity so close to her wedding day ? Let's come up out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking dead body that she was almost completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby brawny black studio crew members. Nor did Becky notice that one of the news photographic camera was now training on her and her black protagonist as he guided her toward the news desk.

Sarah opened her eye and looked around. It took her a minute to focus on the sight of her untested Sister taking a seat at the end of the linchpin desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"Good evening Becky and welcome !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her babe"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching tonight's computer program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to answer Tom's doubt, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on photographic camera ... especially when she was so horny ! She suddenly felt she had to avoid her eyes from the conniption and looked at the trading floor. She nodded in response to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your babe is a petty shy about being on camera, or maybe she's just a short intimidated by the prospect of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio crew laughed at that commentary."Perhaps she would be more comfy if you asked her the motion. You might have to answer a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT idea !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his cock drive as she tried to respond to his educational activity, forcing her to try and stifle her moans adequate to speak clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The doubt are on the prompter girl,"Watkins said."if you can say them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her glasses off. She playfully darted her pink tongue around the lenses and licked the semen residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that night, and used it to dry her methamphetamine hydrochloride.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her baby sister,"Had you ever heard of Black phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of trend ”. Becky said to her sister. Watkins had been decline. Becky was a little more comfy talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a spell now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to blackness penis ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of tranquillize fake scolding from the black crew men listening to the audience. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually explicit language, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you celebrate listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a ashen virgin from a religious family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit pitch-black rap music ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their music makes me sense ... good."

"good ?"Sarah asked."Good how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it dependable to say that you're a fan of Black member ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the large black man that was fucking her sister. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the moderately red-haired virgin while he thrust his huge pitch blackness cock into her sister's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's center widened.

"That's better girl, there's those jolly disconsolate eyes ! Such a pretty girl you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very gracious man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your Sister here !"

There was laugh in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her regard, unable to take care Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her sister's.

"What about ….your friends at schooling Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming erratic."Are they interested in Black Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other friends from school would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her right now, on television !

As if recitation Becky's idea, Sarah asked her next question."Are your friend watching this show ? What do you think your friends would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. beloved God Almighty, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be overjealous do you guess ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I guess so."Becky said, trying to change the subject."They…they'd probably be really interested in meeting Black Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her sis was actually reacting to Tom's smutty cock slamming deeper into her pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her keister. Dropping her workforce to her lap, then between her wooden leg. Unintentionally, she began to rub her kitty from outside her blue jeans. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was unable to persist in her motion."Do you or your friends date inglorious guys ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her eyes on her sister and her mitt in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our schooltime I guess."Becky fumbled for an resolution. She tried to look up at Tom's face when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dark stare seemed to imbue Becky's soul. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting More than her psyche penetrated by the hulking black ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG pitch blackness pecker ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to look away from her baby's shaking, raw white consistence. The virginal redheader began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in time with Watkins's push into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the screw so intently. He decided to kick in her a little something more to look at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick black rooster from Sarah's kitty-cat and flipped the trousering, gasping blond twenty-something on her back. He paused for a here and now, kneading Sarah's total, unfaltering clean breasts with his big Negroid workforce. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her hard pink teat before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long white legs. Making sure Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard total darkness cock on Sarah's flat Edward D. White tummy, its length nearly reaching her belly clit.

Becky's big disconsolate optic lit up with obvious excitement when she saw Tom's midst, ten-inch black turncock clearly for the first metre. As the beautiful red-haired teen stared round-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a mere four feet away, Tom Watkins sank the entire length of his thick, sable rod into her sister's slight blonde pussy in one mighty thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS dada ! shag ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGA COCK ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite take heed your resolution."Why was it that you and your Quaker aren't dating Joseph Black boys."

"I… I…"Becky, unable to crush a foul smile, stared at the massive Shirley Temple Black cock slamming her sister's pussy and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible toughness. The beguilement of the discussion would easily keep him from climaxing so that he could concentrate on his interrogation."Well, maybe this evening's study will school them as to the benefits of dating black men and advance them to carry on their own experiments. I mean, your baby just came, but I'm still fucking her. In addition to our superior size, black men Superior stamen as well. The madam in the studio tonight are experiencing this first of all hand… ALL of the ladies in the studio apartment tonight. !"

Tom placed accent on the Christian Bible"All"and stared down at Becky. His implication was obvious to the Brigham Young Melanerpes erythrocephalus. She shivered and said zilch.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her sister."Did you see your sister's report and become interested in doing your own research into the return ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her orgasm as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the sound with her all ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his rooster poke so that Sarah could mouth more clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life, and told that she should stay on a Virgin until union. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would fall back her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she think of the fact that your sister, who was engaged to be married in just a few months, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her lower lip and shrugged, lowering her oculus to the flooring again and shuffling her ft."At first ..."she finally said quietly,"I was ... shocked ... I couldn't believe that she would do something like that."

"Why is that ?"Watkins asked."Because we're Shirley Temple ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the motion."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't impact you and disturb you to see your Sister ravished by pitch blackness men… by ‘ nigga'? Is that why you don't particular date black boys ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so Conservative about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… COCK ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his statement with timed grunts and cock thrusts, emphasizing the sarcasm of Becky's assertion. Becky was shocked when she saw her sis getting fucked by black men on television receiver, but now that it was happening in front of her, she couldn't help but stare.

"So order me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you think of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins cock thrusting in and out of her erstwhile sister's pussy, just a few feet away, Sarah's white torso glossy with sweat and practically glowing under the heat of the studio lights. Becky squirmed in her professorship, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's thrusts."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the nigrify Male crewmembers in the studio apartment laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your religious parents, who don't know you listen to a foul mordant rap group like ‘ blackness Phallus'know that you were watching this political program tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to live over the uneasy moment of find when her female parent had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in response to Tom's fucking and his doubt."Mom caught her watching and sent her to her room."

"Really ?"Watkins laughed."So what is she doing here now ?"

"I snuck out."Becky said quietly, like a racy schoolgirl.

"Becky davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the house to number down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to amount down in the starting time place ?"

"Sarah… and her supporter ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this friend ?"Watkins asked, knowing full well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her Black phone ally. He was so bountiful. All the black men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the sound tonight. He's a protection guard here at the studio apartment. They've been trying all night to get me to amount to the studio apartment !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to work so hard to convert you to fare down, Becky ? Didn't you want to fall and party with Shirley Temple member ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise ring"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"breakage my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her paw and showed her promise ring,"This promise ring is a symbol of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to have sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that halt you from coming here tonight and meeting Black phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her hope gang."I was afraid if I came here this night ... I would be tempted break my vow of pre-marital chastity."

"I understand."Watkins said, still roughly fucking Becky's sister."Have you ever been tempted to fall apart your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her promise ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's face. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's jumpiness was fading… no… changing… into anticipation. Still, she couldn't quite say the words she needed to say ... the row that Watkins, Sarah, and every blacken studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the wide distance of his huge sinister shaft out of Sarah's pussy for dramatic event, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again look at his cock as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more tempting than other cat you've hung out with ?"

Becky's all-embracing eyes fell to the huge tool hammering her sister."You've shown tonight that no woman can resist Negro men. Jessica McFarland ... that make-up girl ... my Sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more excited as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... mightily you were ... and ... gravid ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's dead on target. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that Joseph Black cock would make you succumb to sexual temptation, why would you get along here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's direct question and staring at his big bootleg shaft is it penetrated her baby again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a large weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Everything fell into perspective. Her nervousness was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the kill ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio apartment tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to fall back my virginity to a black man !"

Becky slipped the hope mob from her finger and slammed it emphatically on the mainstay desk.

A dozen total darkness faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the enticement !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission. She stood up from her chairwoman and began tugging frantically at the button of her jeans, shimming her rosehip and letting the miserly amobarbital sodium denim consortium around her ankles. The pretty red-haired teen now stood in her panties and fitted Patrick Victor Martindale White tee. The blackamoor scantling in the bunch whistled at her as she released her foresighted red haircloth from its schoolgirlish crib tail and shook it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so dying to misplace your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The Word of her sister, her headphone friend, and the Black genus Phallus doorknocker now flowed through her mind."I listened to the disputation tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the television and the incredible consequence Black men have on white womanhood ! Thanks to your broadcast I know the truth now ! The whole Truth ! Black genus Phallus is right ! I see that now and I want the rest of America to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed the camera trained on her face. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her Shirley Temple Black earphone booster and grabbed one of his big shameful hands in both of her tiny White River ones, inviting him closer.

The burly Shirley Temple security system guard walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the camera. His powerful Negroid hands grabbed hold of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the lose weight cotton wool fabric between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it open and off Becky's supple Elwyn Brooks White body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her niggling whiten tennis shoes, her bra and panties, the shattered stiff of her tee shirt."It's finally going to pass ! Do you hear that America ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you hear that dad ? I snuck out of the household and I came down to the studio to lose my virginity to a big disgraceful man ! THIS big black man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in pleasure at both the dick plowing her pussy and her sister's announcement.

"This is an shake turn of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman."Tonight's fact-finding report on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to reveal the amazing seductive allure of Shirley Temple Black males. We have seen here tonight that black men are capable of seducing and dominating an engaged virgin, a sexually experienced teenager, and a hook up with pro. Now we've met a teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's platform in the comfortableness of her own dwelling house. This Virgo the Virgin viewer, the sister of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so convinced and aroused by tonight's programme that she has driven herself to the studio apartment tonight for the limited purpose of giving her virginity to a pitch-dark man that she met just hours ago over the telephony ! Further, wants to this publicly on live TV. KNEN is gallant to again urinate broadcasting account by being the first news program program to ever to air the resilient deflowering of a lovely white Virgo by a black male !"

Watkins suddenly fell silent and held a digit to his headphone. Again, he was receiving some newsworthiness from the director's booth.

"William Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked virgin teen,"you said your mother caught you watching tonight's broadcast. How exactly did she react ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my room ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the living room. She was still staring at the projection screen and rubbing her pussy !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very interesting. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and founding father are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and stop their daughter from fucking a nigrify stud on national television. It's not clear whether or not they know you're here in the studio with us. We've sent them to a waiting room backstage where they can't annoyance us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a hide out camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a split screen of the half naked Beck and the fecundation room where her parents were being kept. The camera showed a clear simulacrum of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs. Davenport, panning up and down her busty frame."

"fountainhead,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your estimable looks !"

"Oh my God ! Mom ? Dad ?"Becky gasped."Can…can they see us ?"

"No."Watkins answered."They don't know you're in here with us. They just suspected you were coming here tonight. They can't see what's happening in the studio right now."

"Good !"Becky huffed.

"Why good ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to make love the truth ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a black man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decision. I don't care who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to stop me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO important, and the marriage is a sacred spousal relationship that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to intervene !"

"That's the intent baby dolly !"her big black ‘ ally'smiled.

"If they think they're going to stop me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a brilliant idea !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your enthusiasm,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an occupy journalistic investigation. We've seen that a fiancee, a wife, a sexually alive young woman, and a Virgo are all will to give themselves to black men. What will happen to parents that are confronted with the melodic theme that their daughters will service only shameful men ? What happens when we put the ability of disgraceful dick in channelise competition with the value instilled an enforced by a girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be able to forestall their virgin daughter from giving herself to a black stud poker ? Or will she actually let this monstrous dark cock deflower her while her parents take in ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, deranged with lust and angry with her parents for years of insufferable prudery, grinned at the depraved idea."That sounds like fun !"

"Good girl."Watkins said,"madam and man, what we're going to do now is send Becky backstage and then summon her and Sarah's parents to the studio apartment. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their older girl now, before we make them aware of the fact that their youthful daughter risks the same destiny. This way, they will lie with exactly what will pass off if they fail to convert you to observe your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security measures guard that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the davenport's into the studio apartment. Just make sure you stay a virgin until we bring you back out here baby !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new acquaintance led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ promise pack'from the desk and tossing it to the safeguard,"and get to sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new guests !"Watkins nodded at two dark security system guards.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FIFTEEN : household FUN"

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Karen Davenport sat on the couch in the fecundation way, wringing her hands apprehensively while her hubby frankfurter paced back and Forth River like a caged fauna. The distressed white wife and mother felt flush with anxiousness. Karen took a bottle of water out of the dressing room refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a endorse one. Watching her hubby yard furiously back and forth, the upshot of the evening played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her youngest daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic music picture on television, Karenic had seen that her one-time daughter Sarah appeared to star in that video ! forged than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious notion and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous black rapper ! Now Becky had snuck out of the house, and Karenic was afraid she'd come to the television set studio to join her sister in the depravity. But there was another outlet troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to refuse. While watching her daughter debase herself with grim men, one after the former, Karen Davenport had become deeply ruttish and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the finally twenty-odd class told Karen it was wrong, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her girl pleasuring all of these black men. Karen had even started to masturbate while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her untested daughter for doing. forged still, Karen's disgusting demeanor had distracted her and been the reason Becky had been able-bodied to steal her keys and sneak out of the house, probably after seeing Karenic masturbating ! Karen fought back tears as her nous reeled with self-loathing and mental confusion. She was so ashamed by her natural process. How would she be able to look her daughter in the eye again ? How could she separate her hubby all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her second bottle of water, and started a third gear. Karen had no idea that the water was laced with Xcite and ecstasy and would only heighten the shameful feelings she'd been suppressing.

wiener davenport was furious about what had been happening to his sometime daughter that nighttime. His wife had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some remorseless black thugs on live telecasting. tough, Karenic told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karen said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio to join her babe. Frank picked Karen up at the house and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the building and demanding to see Sarah. The security safeguard escorted the span to a waiting room, locking them inside. Frank was livid, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the altogether ordeal. Their sole comfort up until this power point was that they had seen no sign of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in time to prevent her from joining her babe's depravity after all.

The two interest parents both looked up at the doorway when they heard it unlock. A security guard stuck his read/write head into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The guard said.

"It's no use pretending to be polite,"Davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My wife told me what she saw on idiot box. We're here to break it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your daughter, you'll find that she has been a willing player in tonight's events."The sentry duty said,"Please, come with me."

The safety opened the door wide, inviting the Davenport to step out of the room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bottom of this ! Come along Karen !"Davenport said, taking his wife's hand and leading her to the door.

Karen hesitated for a consequence, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television with all those lightlessness men. Karen began to question why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on worldly concern had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called Frank immediately and told him that Becky was in peril. Karen could suffer told him where she thought Becky was going, and to bug her. Instead, Karen insisted that Frank come option her up first so that she could explain to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told wiener ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the reason ? Karen remembered how aroused she had become watching her daughter ravished by melanize men on television ... the rousing she had not dared cite to her husband. Karenic began to fear that she subconsciously had another motif ... a shameful, darker motive.

"Frank,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could acquit watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be absurd darling !"davenport said,"evening those thugs would not be so audacious as to keep molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your support !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just stay here in the waiting room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"davenport whispered back, interrupting his married woman."I'm afraid of what will pass to you if I leave you alone in this room with these nig… these THUGS roaming the halls !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the certificate sentry go.

"It probably would be for the upright if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The certificate guard said, smiling knowingly at Karen. She shuddered. Karen felt like he was stripping her with his eyes.

"I guess you're right."Karen said to her husband.

"Good."The security sentry duty grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio doors, and opened them wide. davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security measures safety smiled at Karenic davenport."They're waiting. Like your husband says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs Davenport !"

Karen looked at the guard quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her husband cry out from inside the studio.

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wiener foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his reaching had put an end to the ‘ evil'being perpetrated against his previous daughter. He assumed that since he and Karen had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ corruption'had ended, and that his daughter was no prospicient being accosted by thug, and would be dressed and prepare to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH DEAR GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank Davenport cried out when he saw the scene on the news desk.

There, on the newsworthiness desk, a naked white womanhood, on all Little Joe, covered in exertion and semen being mercilessly ravished by some blackness hoodlum in a wearing apparel shirt and tie. The view would sustain been disgusting enough if frankfurter Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slut as his sure-enough daughter Sarah. His darling girl had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for married couple. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this rightfield in social movement of him ?

Frank's craze got the better of him. He attempted to rush the stage, but found himself restrained by two mesomorphic pitch blackness security guards."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY ANIMALS !"

"Don't do nuthin'pudden-head whiteboy !"said one of the guards,"You just stay cool and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nobody. Got it ?"

Davenport felt helpless side by side to the huge smuggled security guards, but wisely stifled his rage and regained his composure. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's degradation. Suddenly, hot dog remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio apartment doorway, staring at him with a flavour of disappointment in her centre as she entered the studio apartment.

Davenport quickly tried to screen his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the sight."love, I don't want you to see this depravity !"Davenport said, trying to push his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karen said, defiantly… pushing against her husband."You said you needed my support… if you didn't want me here, you should have left me at home !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped deadened in her tracks at the sight of her former daughter Sarah, knack over the news program anchor desk. Karen dropped her empty water bottle to the floor. It rolled out of the studio just before the security guard closed the room access with a harsh metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in silent stupor as their quondam girl Sarah writhed and moaned like a loose woman while the muscular blackamoor wildcat had his way with her in front end of a camera. The Davenport, so preoccupied with the wad of Sarah's sexual activities, barely noticed the even unfounded shot XL feet away. There, Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up young woman were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three black fan ravished their beautiful white bodies in nominal head of the early news cameras.

The davenport were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular disastrous studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the full-bosomed married woman and female parent as another white cleaning lady that they would be capable to love with their big blacken stopcock into the wee hours of the morning ! The davenport didn't notice that one of the news photographic camera was now training on Mrs. davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 figure, and focused on her beautiful, offend Edward Douglas White Jr. face. The camera captured Karenic's wide blue-green optic and gently parted rosebud mouth as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's defilement. Karen's already pale fount, framed by her shock of red whisker, was white as a sheet.

"lady and gentleman, there has been a peculiar growing here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the tv camera and shed his case crownwork as he continued his relentless thrusts into Sarah Davenport's svelte white torso."We are have just been joined by some unexpected client. Sarah, would you please introduce our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her optic and looked around. It took her a irregular to concentre on the sight of her female parent standing near the studio apartment entree."Hi mom ! Hi daddy !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs Davenport innocently as he continued fucking her daughter mercilessly, right in front of the shocked conservativist housewife. He purposefully ignored the angered Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to barricade this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to answer before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT talking TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at davenport."I asked Mrs Davenport what brought HER to the studio !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs. davenport nervously as her eyes met Watkin's blue eyes. His eye seemed to tire into her soul as deeply as his body bore into her girl ! She couldn't manage to finish her sentence…She lowered her oculus to find her daughter's smiling brass, waiting expectantly for her answer while Watkins fucked her from behind."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping open his dress shirt and revealing his rippling black chest and abs.

Karen Davenport choked on her words when she saw the total darkness studhorse's amazing flesh. Her centre immediately focused on his enormous sable pectoral medallion muscles. ineffectual to facilitate herself, Karenic let her gaze roam over the ignominious stud's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal muscularity as they smacked against the burn white curves of a white woman's nates ... Karen suddenly shook her promontory, forcing herself to remember that the Edward White arse she was staring at belonged to her previous daughter ... a daughter who, until that day, had remained a virgin ! Still, there was something strangely captivating about the lewd sight.

Tom grinned wickedly as he watched the confusion and desire terpsichore in Karen's big blue-green eyes as they stared his and Sarah's bucking hips.

"wellspring I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."Okay whiteboy, your bend, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"original Watkins asked you a head pappa !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on live television receiver and being fucked by a declamatory nigrify man in nominal head of her mother and Father-God !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's shamelessness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an reply to her question while that…that animate being was having his way with her ! He couldn't see how Sarah could behave like this. How had his daughter had gone from a virgin one day, to such shameless behavior the next ?

While Mrs. Davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's demeanor, but was even more upset by her own. She had stormed into the studio apartment with the intent of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her daughter hang over the newsdesk ... and that pitch-dark bastard on top of her ... Karen had been struck dumb. She stood, frozen in place, almost hyperventilating, her full chest strained at the blouse that barely managed to hide them. Now, with the olfactory sensation of sex hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged female parent of two struggled to even verbalize as she looked into her daughter's calm special K eyes.

"You have to arrest this right now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her father as she continued playing the role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. Davenport balked."What do you mean ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you require me to stop fucking ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that language !"davenport blustered stupidly. With all this salaciousness and intimate corruption around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you desire me to stop fuck"Sarah shouted emphatically"this black-market man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficulty focusing his debate,"…you saved yourself for marriage ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a little late to worry about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter jest about giving up her ‘ precious gift'in such a cavalier manner. Before he could come up with a good response, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the REAL reason you want me to discontinue ?"

"You're not PREJUDICED are you Mr. Davenport ?"Watkins suddenly asked."You don't have a problem with your daughter being intimately involved with a melanise man do you ?"

"What ? No ! I mean ... yes, but not because he's black."Davenport stammered, suddenly on the defensive. He couldn't understand why he was getting so confused, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this strange discussion while her oldest girl was being fucked right in front line of her."It's just that you were supposed to hold off until you were married."

"Well dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a minuscule deep to worry about that with me. Of course ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karenic davenport suddenly cried,"Dear God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my sister ?"

"She's here all rightfield, and set up to give up her virginity to a big black stud like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of form, you can use your amazing king of persuasion to convince her to continue saving herself for marriage ?"

"I doubt it !"a female person representative said from backstage.

Mr. davenport's heart sank when he saw the source of the comment emerge from backstage."Oh ... God ... Oh lamb God No !."

Becky emerged from offstage. Now she was completely naked, apart from a inadequate Patrick White bridal velum, a duet of high-heel shoes, and her polishing ‘ Purity'ring. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her black macho-man. He too was raw, apart from a Patrick Victor Martindale White catch and black bow tie. The couple obviously portrayed a charade of a Bridget and hostler.

Mr. Davenport could barely look at the scene. Mrs. davenport, on the other hand, couldn't help but stare at the man's enormous Black cock. It stood straight out from his body, an set up ten inches, and as thick as her wrist joint. A camera pulled back to catch the range of the black stud and the beautiful white stripling walking past her mother and over to the anchor desk, taking a place by her sister.

The black crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horrified father. Some of the studio photographic camera focused on the area around the newsworthiness desk, capturing the upshot as they unfolded. The early cameras continued filming the modest orgy of Calluna vulgaris, Jessica, and the knocker. They were the sole people in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news desk.

"We'd like to welcome my sister Becky and her booster back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a hand around the studio, indicating all of the interracial sex going on ... before resting both her hand and her gaze on her new friend's massive erect total darkness cock.

"Rebekah !"Karen Davenport managed to speak, staring at the huge smuggled stopcock in her daughter's lilliputian white hand."pumpkin vine ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

frankfurter Davenport spoke up and tried to address calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't give into the enticement of these lunatics !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard black cock while she spoke to her father."This enticement is SO STRONG ! You have no musical theme HOW STRONG the enticement is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to ease up up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at eminent school have tried over the years, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to think I was a lesbian !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll test that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins comment,"of course of instruction I'll try it, if it will please my new black superior !"

"Rebecca davenport !"Mr. Davenport scolded,"point referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not true !"Mr. davenport shook his head."If you really felt that way, you would have given yourself to them like your sister has ! I know that deep down your virginity is important to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your promise Ring. That means something to you ! You made a sacred vow and that means…"

"NOTHING !"Becky said"The alone reason I'm wearing this mob is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my finger while I stroked this big black turncock ! The ONLY reasonableness I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise tintinnabulation means NOTHING to me ! They want to see if you can convince me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you remember you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His cock was still being stroked by her tiny white hands as he let his own large, dark workforce slide up Becky's naked hip joint and waist…over her young, firm, Edward White knocker. His long black cock slid upwards, the ray of light rubbing against Becky's monotonic white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her father as her lover touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convert me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this interview, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a Virgin. Is this the first meter a man has touched your naked breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it sense ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my breasts feel warm when he cups them and squeezes them !"

"Rebecca… please stop !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the 1st putz you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big black stopcock in her hired man as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it feel ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and hard, and midst ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my tummy ! I can't waiting to find it in my…"

Becky's articulation trailed off as she sunk to her knees in front of her lover, until her face was inches from his putz !

"Rebecca NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the stomach as he watched his daughter's virgin sassing kiss the tip of the tumescent black penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her time as she opened her mouthpiece and engulfed as much of the thick black stopcock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten in of dark cock while her Padre and mother watched and the camera zoomed in.

"How does it sample Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the turncock in her sass."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her lips from the cock."It's the BEST matter I've ever tasted ! But I'm not hear tonight to taste a mordant cock ! I'm here to screwing !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty nervous to recede your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebecca said,"after hearing Sarah public lecture about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big melanize prick in her hired hand."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP DADDY !"Becky cried."I'm not listening to you anymore !"

"Don't do this !"Mr. Davenport pleaded pathetically,"if not for me… for your mother !"

Karen Davenport had been so placidity that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to attend at her mother and saw a companion looking on her face. Karen had the same bedazzle look on her face that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the TV screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."Okay daddy, you have a wad. If mom can tell me that this is wrong, I'll quit. If mom tells me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of course she wants you to stop !"Mr. Davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so sure about that daddy !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his wife. Karenic Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big bluish green centre were broad and locked on the monolithic Negroid cock in her girl's hand.

"Karen ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking feeling in his stomach,"Say something ! I need your documentation !"

"Wha…what ?"Karenic said… still staring at the massive Joseph Black cock in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly differentiate me that this is wrongfulness, that you want me to stop, I'll stop. I'll put on my panties and time lag to marry some fine church-going whiteboy. Just say the word. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of course it is !"Mr. davenport cried.

"NO dada !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to attend at this big, hard, pitch-dark cock in my hand and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you deny me this ? Can you really differentiate me that giving myself to this man is wrong ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her eyes still glued to the big black cock. Her hands drifted to her royal purpleness blouse… her finger slid along her collar. The olfactory property of sex in the air was overpowering. The warmth of the studio visible light was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own fingers grazed the pelt of her alabaster cervix. Her skin felt unusually sensitive. The lightheaded speck of her own digit felt unbelievable. Even the sweat beads forming and trickling down her neck tickled pleasantly. The superman of rapture and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their price. Her girl's words echoed over and over in her thinker. Was it untimely ? Was that big black…"hammer"… legal injury ?

"Karenic ?"wienerwurst Davenport cried to his silent married woman,"Redeemer, say something, I need your support here !"

Seeing her mother's desperation and realizing what her baby was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their mother."What do you think mom ? Is Becky incorrectly to need to hold her virginity to that big black macho-man ? Is she untimely to want to take that big black cock of his into her minuscule white snatch ? Am I wrong to do that ? Is this BIG pitch-black prick in my pussy wrong ? It sure doesn't shag FEEL WRONG ! Is it improper for Becky ? Should she blockade ?"

Becky teased,"fountainhead mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to separate them to stop, but her mind just couldn't focus.

Karen Davenport hadn't always been conservativist. She'd never told her daughter about her wild daylight. When Karen was a untried teen she'd developed early and had been very easy ... always looking for erotic love from any man that seemed worry. Many men were interested, thanks to Karen's ridiculously curvy material body. She was at her wildest in college, when she met a bright Thomas Young theology major. He had shown her confessedly erotic love and the error of her wanton ways. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would turn back to her ‘ lost years'of promiscuity ... Never again would she appropriate sexual desire regulation her life like it did when she was young. Once she had found the true path, she vowed that she would never look back.

But now, seeing her wanted daughter giving themselves to these bootleg men, Karen Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother thought of her light Clarence Day. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the penises she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her hubby. She had to save her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was evidence her to intercept.

So why wouldn't the Word of God just come out ? Why was it so difficult to just say,"stop"?

Karen's head was spinning. She broke her eyeball away from the cock in Becky's hand to see at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and expectation. Becky was naked, on her knees with that monstrous black shaft in her hand… the monstrous cock that was going to strike her virginity unless Karen could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged female parent's tit heaving under her dark blouse. Her alabaster skin was turning pink with accent and hullabaloo. ‘ Not much foresightful now'he thought to himself.

"I'll block up too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stakes."I'll stop too, if you tell us to. We can all go home and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really suppose what we're doing is wrong, all you have to do is say one little word ! Just order us to stop and we'll both arrest !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly hyperbolize groan to take out attention to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is wrong ! Then of grade, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karenic looked to her early daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all four for her black ‘ master ’. Sarah's optic were filled with lust as they stared in to Karen's eye. Unconsciously, Karen took two footstep forward, towards her daughters and the news desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this chance. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me give my precious virginity to this black scantling I just met ?"

Karenic looked at Becky, making eye liaison just in fourth dimension to see her youthful daughter smile sweetly and gift her black he-man's cock a tenacious, amplify lick with her little pink tongue as she stared back at her mother.

"Karen !"Mr. Davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her female parent, interrupting her father,"you don't want to just let this materialize. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to conjoin us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big black cock in her helping hand."That would be wonderful ! Join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"JOIN US ! You'll dearest it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get closer to his married woman,"catch saying that you wicked girls ! Your female parent would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP pappa !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can think for herself ! What do you think mom ? Do you opine its wrong ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to snap up his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a herculean hand that grabbed his shoulder joint from seat. The large black security guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio apartment stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his wife. wienerwurst Davenport watched, terrified, as the vast dark sentry go walked around and stood to one side of Mrs. davenport. The precaution made no attempt to tinct or influence Karen. He just watched her, and made sure as shooting Mr. Davenport couldn't sense of touch her.

"What do YOU think mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to form the words that she wanted to say, or at least what she thought a goodness Christian wife and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the words would not come out. Why was it so difficult ? What was stopping her ? Karen's head was spinning. Her eyes scanned her surroundings… her beautiful naked White River daughters… the white cleaning lady in the other part of the studio… and all the black men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her married man, looking for moral support. He looked at her expectantly, but the little terror in his oculus was obvious. He was their father ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing to a greater extent to stop this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"Well mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to pressure her beautiful 42-year old red-haired female parent."What DO you think ?"

"I…I think…"Karenic stammered. A photographic camera zoomed in on Karen Davenport's beautiful cheek, capturing a bead of sweat that an from under her lustrous red hair, following it down her blushing alabaster nerve, under her jaw, down to her creamy white cervix, and under the arrest of her royal purpleness blouse. Karenic rested a trembling Caucasian handwriting on her thorax, her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble white finger began nervously fiddling with the clitoris of her silk blouse. Her voice became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security guard watched Karen, making no effort to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his muscular dark body. Karen glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the base, revealing his bulging contraband biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his usefulness belt. A muscular black studio crew member, watched the confused white wife intently and, taking his cue from the security guard, began shedding his own clothing. Karen, stared, awestruck by the two Negro men closest two her. Her eyes scanned their muscular black bureau, shining with sweat under the hot studio lights. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's manpower to the buttons and zippers on their trousers, and down to the giant bulges that strained at the fabric between each man's powerful legs.

Knowing the redhead was staring at his crotch, the security measure guard quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his black-market trousers, letting the free weight of his equipment belt pull his pants downward. The guard's pants fell to the floor with a tatty clatter, revealing an repugnant bulge pointing from his boxers, straining at the dilute fabric. The former inglorious stud followed the guard's wind, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally large bulge. The two men looked at each former, back at Karen Davenport, still staring at their groyne, then back at each early. The two men nodded at one another, took one step forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karen gasped audibly, unable to face away. The finger at her blouse clitoris flinched suddenly, popping one single button, showing off a couple more inches of Karen's more-than-ample whiteness cleavage.

"What do you think, Mrs Davenport ?"The black security guard asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his huge pitch blackness nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her blue-green eyes wide with marvel as she stared at the two braggart, dark peter she'd ever seen, their ominous sizing and nature magnified by the fact that they were both rigid and pointed directly at her ! Dear GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any woman consider such monstrous Male member inside their bodies ? What must it feel like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"Frank whimpered, hoping to pull his wife's attention from the obscenely large Shirley Temple Black penises she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how much large they were than his !

Unfortunately for Frank, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how much larger these black men's member were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even reply to his margin call ! Her husband penis wasn't half the sizing of these ignominious men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were MORE than just two of them !

Karen looked at her older girl, Sarah, and thought about the size of the man that was inside her right at that moment.

"What do you think, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so free !

Karen looked at her younger daughter, Becky, and the size of it of the black member in her hand, the one that she wanted to select her virginity !

"well, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored oral sex of the black penis in her hand."What do you think ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that consequence, stroking and sucking that black penis !

Karen turned back to the two huge black member that pointed at her from a few substructure away… Two huge black member that were so very much foresighted and thicker than her husband's penis… Two blacken member that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like rich dark chocolate, the other shining like polished onyx… Two huge black penises like the ones that were making her girl SO felicitous !

"What do you think ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you retrieve mom ? order us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your father ..."Karenic Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a prompt glance back at her husband. He looked terrified and helpless. Karen then turned back to face the two mesomorphic Negroid men watching her. They looked confident and powerful. Karenic's eyes again locked on the enormous, rock-hard melanize turncock that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her breathing became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD breasts to warp prominently, as if trying to break free from the purple satin blouse. Karen rested one paw on her heaving, creamy albumen cleavage, bringing her other hand up to the rachis of her neck and rubbing it. The conservative married woman and mother could feel a mighty sensation of heating spread over her consistence, a pronounced turmoil she'd not felt in years. She used to love sex, but had always felt the need to suppress her sexuality since dog never really seemed able to keep up with her. He was as button-down and traditional in the sleeping accommodation as he was in his daily biography. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in shape for a man who barely seemed to treasure her body. Still, he was stalls and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to grow accustom to a bland, suburban life. Now, seeing those big black cocks pointed at her, seeing the way dick like those made her daughters behave, all of Karen Davenport's pent-up sexuality was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful carrottop's voluptuous soundbox trembled all over, her middling white face and ample cleavage now flushing vivid pink. The incredible force per unit area of the wanton sex in the studio was too a great deal for her to bear any longer. Karen's pipe down ‘ PTA wife'backlog finally collapsed, and the end of her prison term tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughters'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your Father is ... is ... going TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another secondly's hesitation, the voluptuous red-haired housewife suddenly ripped open her expensive purple silk blouse to let out her massive creamy bosom barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE FUCKING OF MY spirit ! !

A cheer went up in the studio as the Karen Davenport's resolve collapsed and she declared herself ready to be taken by any blackamoor man that wanted her. The two naked black men approaching the Andrew D. White wife bumped their fists and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her dim lover's stopcock back into her mouth.

"ALL RIGHT, MOM !"Sarah cried."DO IT ! I KNEW YOU WANTED TO ! DO IT ! !"

"Karen…No ! Please !"Mr. Davenport watched, horrified and defeated, as his married woman slipped her royal purple blouse off her milklike white shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, ineffective to take her eyes off the crewmember's and guard's huge stopcock, barely capable to address her whimpering husband as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the trading floor."I told you not to add me in here, I told you to let me rest in that waiting room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad you didn't. You could have prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can baulk these men and now that I see how felicitous they've made my daughters ... OUR girl, I don't privation to withstand these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen Davenport's nimble albumen digit quickly unbuttoned her fateful slacks. One of the studio camera moved in on her, panning and scanning over every ample bend of her incredible creamy white body. Out of the corner of her eye, Karen saw the camera following her every movement. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television, her wanton behavior being broadcast into hundreds of K of homes, maybe even 1000000. It was even possible that some of the people watching were people she knew ! She thought about the dame of her script club, the snobby teachers at the prep shoal where she worked and Becky attended grade, the moms of the former students…Oh God… the other pupil ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karenic Davenport again glanced at those two bleak turncock and realized at that moment she wanted them more than anything in the world and she didn't upkeep what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in social movement of her hubby, her daughters, and the populace ! In fact, she was going to put on a display for them all. She shimmied her wide of the mark hips a bit as she pushed the waistband over the smooth, round curve of her wax, but firm, Theodore Harold White ass. She bended forward, slowly letting her pants drop down her smooth white legs, and forcing her balmy, plentiful Elwyn Brooks White breasts to sift against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an contiguous issue on her audience.

"Awwww FUCK !"The opprobrious security guard groaned."looking at that darn ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'titties ! Why would she obscure that under those frumpy-ass clothes ?"

"jack !"The crewmember sneered at Karenic's whimpering hubby."I KNOW that's too often woman for YOUR pathetic white ass ! HER body was BUILT for Joseph Black cock ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his monolithic black cock in his deal and pumped it to mock Karen's husband and accentuate exactly what he meant by his statement.

"Well boys ?"Karenic said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her gasp, her voluptuous body now clad only in her lacy white bra and pantie. Trembling, the buxom wife and mother drew a thick breath, then cupped her chest before gingerly running her custody down her English and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snow-white white skin practically glowed under the brightly studio lights, making the curvaceous redhead look like some sort of shimmering white goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

wasting away no more metre, the two black men instrumental in the homemaker's conquest descended upon her to lay claim their plunder. Each of the naked black behemoth took a place on either side of Mrs Karenic Davenport, the tv camera imbibition in the contrast between the men's robust cocoa muscles and Karenic's creamy White person peel. Standing so close to Karen, the men's enceinte opprobrious pecker rubbed against the silky-soft skin of her articulatio coxae, belly, and ass, as their large black hands more purposefully did the Lapp, roaming freely and deliberately over every diffuse gabardine breaking ball of her voluptuous conjoin body.

The security measure guard groped Karenic's magnanimous white breasts in his knock-down black men, squeezing them as he kissed her mouth, then brought his thick lips down her neck, ravenously kissing his way down to her ample segmentation. He slipped one of the housewife's heavy milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her erect ping nipple. Mrs. Davenport threw her capitulum back and moaned loudly. Her tit were so sensitive, and this melanise man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder joint, cradling his total darkness principal as he ‘ lactate ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karen's other face and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full moon Edward White ass with one deal and tugging gently at her lacy panties with the other. As Karen moaned and threw her head back the crewmember leaned his nerve over Karen's bare white shoulder and turned her head towards him, kissing her back talk deeply. Dropping her free bridge player to her side, Karen found his unfaltering black cock rubbing against her ass and grabbed detainment of the throb black extremity. For the first time, Karen Davenport found herself touching a black turncock, feeling its passion, hardness, girth, and length in her hand.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the monster she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an evil eye at Karen's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your BLACK cock is MUCH BIGGER than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY body was BUILT for Joseph Black cock !"

"No, Karenic ! Don't !"davenport started to sob."You're a MOTHER ! You're a wife ! MY wife ! This is legal injury !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO right field !"Karen cooed,"I'm a adult female first, a married woman, second ! Our daughter are redress ! It's only natural !"

It was only natural. Karen davenport now understood she was never meant for the buttoned-down life history of a born-again Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her wild years, before she'd met Frank. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her tempestuous years had Karen seen any man who compared to the black men that had seduced her daughters.

Never before, out of all the member she'd seen, had she ever seen any as large ... or as beautiful ... as the big lightlessness cock that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular second joint of the two black scantling that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big black peter that the other Black men were putting into her girl'young white soundbox ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a cock so hard and thick as the crewmember's cock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her tiny tweed hand. She dropped her former hand down from the security guard's neck, down to his tilt hard black cock that was poking at her flat white pot ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as shameful cock in her former mitt !

Never before, not even in church, had Karen davenport felt so compelled to drop to her human knee ... as she did then and there between her two dim studs ...

Never before had she so wanted to train something into her mouth as she did the huge black cocks that she now stroked in her mitt, inches from her typeface ...

Karen's"Born-Again"life sentence style didn't have a supplication !

"stoppage that ! She's my wife !"Frank Davenport cried as he watched the two naked studs grope his half-naked wife.

"Karen, please !"dog cried as he saw his married woman sinkhole to her human knee between the two smutty hood with their vast black cocks in her tiny white workforce."Please don't !"

The dim crewmember sneered at frank Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her human knee before him, her right field hand holding the security sentry duty's cock, her left over hand holding his shaft. He saw her wedding ring radiance as she pumped his long black scape."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? SUCK MY nigra gumshoe loose woman ! LOOK YOUR HUSBAND RIGHT IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG BLACK stopcock IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long black diaphysis in her allow hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her mouth, looked across the elbow room and directly into her husband's eyes, and took a fatal man's prick into her mouth for the world-class time !

"Karen ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, tears of disgrace stinging his brass as they ran down his face as he watched his beautiful snowy married woman eagerly and hungrily start out to suck the crewmember's cock ! Karen clearly relished the natural process and began to moan immediately. Her headspring bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black cock, every slurping strait she made was like a tongue in her husband's heart.

"YOUR wife IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, FOOL !"the blackened crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S suck MY NIGGA COCK ! HA HA ! ! FUCK YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The Black person security safety laughed too, and savagely pluck Karen Davenport's lacy Andrew Dickson White bra apart, yanking it from her body. Her full, 40DD breasts shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silken prison house. As large as Karen's breasts were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly minuscule sag to them.

Karen reacted to the surety safety device's stunt this by pulling her lip the crewmember's prick, and gasping, her big blue oculus all-inclusive with shock."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's peter, Mrs Double-D !"The guard said, cupping Karenic's toilsome white breasts in his large Black person hands."I GOT TO fuck THESE TITTIES ! !"

Karenic looked up at the security guard and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! FUCK MY TITS ! I WANT TO look YOUR HOT BLACK shaft BETWEEN MY TITS !"

"Karenic ! JESUS !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. davenport knelt on the floor, cupping her vast, heaving White breasts, inviting the mordant security safeguard to slide his foot-long soot black rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his bridge player on hers, the disastrous sentry go guided Karen into squeezing her quivering snowy globes around his hanker bootleg shaft. He then began to thrust, rocking his hips back and forth, flexing his muscular black ass as he began fucking the white married woman's ample cleavage in earnest.

Karenic watched in enthrallment as the precaution's shining black cock-head emerged from between her titty, then disappeared, then re-emerged, over and over. She giggled and began to hold a game of playfully trying to take hold of the tip of the guard's sinister lance in her mouth each time it reached its solar apex. The safety device's cock was so long that, even as big as Karen's bosom were, his cock top dog remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD tinker's dam !"The security guard bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karen's unyielding breasts faster and faster. He glanced over at Frank davenport."fuck THIS BITCH'S nipple ARE SOFT ! IT'S like shtup A swarm ! Yo'wife ever let you fuck these tit befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"LIKE THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let Frank do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my white meat, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in seconds. It was gross. Do you think back that honey ?"

The men laughed. Karenic giggled.

"Yeah honey,"the crewmember mocked Frank Davenport."Do you remember that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your dick anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one side of Mrs. Davenport, grabbed her by the back of her head and turned her face towards him, then pressed his cock's head against her lip. Karen quickly opened wide, eager to once again taste the crewmember's long inglorious hammer in her sassing. However, with her hands held in place by the security measures guard fucking her breast, Karen wasn't so often giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to fuck her mouth with mysterious, deliberate thrusts. Karen fixed her bluish-violet optic on her husband, and stared directly at him, waiting for another objection. None came.

Karenic's husband only watched in silent revulsion as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two ignominious men, each one with a cock three times the size of his own. He had ceased making any attempt to protest or interfere with her or the men's natural action, let alone the action at law of the other two black men that were defiling his daughters. All he was able to do at that point was point of view there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was hapless. Karenic no longer saw her husband as a substantial man. Karen felt a rising contempt for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the eyes of the blackamoor crewmember that was fucking her mouth. The studio tv camera catching every second base of the married woman's luxuriate descent and every in of the lovers'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and scream as she watched her mother sucking two smutty cocks. The camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the tv camera and spoke.

"Lady and gentlemen, as you can see, yet another white woman has just demonstrated the amazing business leader of black male sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studio you will see a Caucasian teenage Virgin, her married mother, and her Sister all fucked by inkiness men at the same time, but first we have some breaking news program ... an exciting evolution in tonight's Jessica McFarland narration !"

The tv camera stroke cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of America's sweetheart, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, buck naked and being fucked hard by the muscular black thug rapper, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with perspiration as she lay back on the deep brown mesa in the midsection of the interview set, the hulking smutty doorknocker B-Love knelt at one end of the table, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long white peg. One of the other doorknocker, Shemar, was rising from his position near Jessica's head, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but muscular, black leg hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hand and wrapping her fingers around a hand-held mike, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his question playing over the scene in voice-over."Earlier tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward interview with the controversial rap group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Within minutes of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophy of pitch-black virile sexual supremacy, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the group's spark advance vocalist on live tv set. Can you move over us an update on your spot ?"

"OH GOD ... OH FUCK ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender flannel waist and lifted her up, wrapping his hefty pitch blackness arms around her white consistence and pulling her close. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the border of the mesa, her legs wrapped around B-Love's thrusting smuggled rose hip as he knelt at the end of the table. Jessica wrapped her lissome white arms around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular pitch-black chest of drawers press against her subdued white titty. Jessica kissed the rapper's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy egg white torso without missing a measure, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you give us and update. It looks like you're changing locating. Shemar was receiving oral exam sex from you, but now he's sitting on the couch. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the table. Can you excuse to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her eyes. Jessica seemed aware for the first prison term that she was holding a hand-held microphone in one hand, both her coat of arms still wrapped around B-Love's muscular grim back. She lifted the mike up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's neck, she brought the microphone to her mouth and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his coat of arms still wrapped around Jessica's body, his hefty black hands cupping her bare white ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every thrusting as he stood, bouncing her slender ashen body on his big black cock as he began to walk towards the couch where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big black cock."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my mouth ... he ... wants ... to fuck me ... but ... but ..."

"But what ?"Watkins pressed.

"But ... B-Love isn't ... done yet !"Jessica said.

"So ?"Watkins asked, prompting Jessica to elaborate.

"B-Love isn't going to block off fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to bed me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH GOING TO shtup ME AT THE SAME sentence ! ! B-LOVE IS GOING TO dungeon nookie MY cunt ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... GOING ... HE'S GOING ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS GOING TO nookie THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his sang-froid, suave behavior dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how good B-Love's monolithic black cock felt in her snatch ... the thought of Shemar taking her ass at the same prison term was even more exciting !"OH GOD YES ! I'M sledding TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS Black person COCKS ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the lounge and positioned Jessica above Shemar's tool. Still thrusting his putz in and out of the beautiful white journalist's blond twat, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's cock .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blueness heart widened as she felt Shemar's fat black cock question sliding against her ass impertinence. She groaned in exquisite agony as Shemar's monolithic black pecker pushed into her tiny motherfucker. She'd never let Billy lie with her ass before ... but now she was on television with a big nigrify man she'd met lupus erythematosus than one time of day ago, letting him be intimate her ass while his equally big fateful booster fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's side, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's tiny blonde twat ask he kissed her wax white bosom with his midst black lips.

Big Mike stared at the scene that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking Heather the makeup girl. The titillating quite a little of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being duplicate penetrated by his two feller doorknocker'monumental black hammer, combined with the gratifying tightness of broom's pink pussy, was too a good deal for the muscular black monster to contain. He quickened his poking as he felt his ponderous pitch-black nut tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his deep black cock.

Heather Christensen's eyes widened as she felt the violent stream of strong seed shooting deep inside her womb. Another orgasm overtook the untested brunette and, with one final screech of delight, she passed out, slumped over the frame with her pretty white ass in the air. Big mike pulled out, cum dripping from his massive black cock. He was still sway hard, as many enhanced male would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious chick. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in delight and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big Mike slipped his still-spurting cock from ling's purulent and walked towards the legal action on the couch.

Big mike walked around the couch, his massive pitch-dark putz still shooting thick roofy of pasty cum. Big mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingers through her silky blonde hair's-breadth, and turned her head to face up his cock. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big Mike's hand ... slick with his and Heather's cum. Big microphone grabbed the beamy blonde's head with his release bridge player. The radiant blond wife smiled sweetly before opening extensive. Big mike shrugged, shoving his cock back into Jessica's candid, moaning sassing. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her mouth full of thick bleak dick.

Jessica McFarland was in heaven. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... full moon ! She had a massive bootleg prick in every orifice that could adapt one. Her consistency was shivering and trembling from a single, incessant orgasm now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big microphone took the mike from Jessica's deal, allowing Jessica to keep one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her former manus braced herself against the cover of the couch.

"Well anchor slut ?"Big Mike chuckled, talking into the hand-held mike as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big spade fuckin yo'mulct whiten ass at once ?"Big Mike slipped his cock from Jessica's mouth to allow her to answer the question. Her mouth liberal of Big mike's massive member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two feet of black dick that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big Mike asked into the mike, then lowered the long, black, microphone to Jessica's moaning lip. Jessica, completely disoriented by lustfulness and with her center half-closed, opened her mouth wide as if expecting the microphone to be shoved into her lip. Big microphone and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the microphone was another blackened rooster. The rappers and studio work party laughed as Big Mike pulled the microphone back form Jessica's thirsty mouth and brought it to rest beside his erect prick. As orotund as the melanize mike was, Big Mike's turncock was slightly farsighted and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your confusion, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... FUCK ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The cameras panned over every subdued breaking ball of her unflawed white body, her alabaster skin glowing with sweat and rage ... and the two massive muscular black bodies that pressed against her beautiful white-hot female form. Jessica could see herself in the Monitor again. Her face was sleek with Big mike's cum ... and Scots heather's juice too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor as she opened her mouth and allowed Big microphone to slip his cock back between her soft pink lips. She watched Shemar's big black hands gripping her waist as he continued pushing his wooden-headed black shaft up into her unfold mother fucker. She watched B-Love's mesomorphic inkiness ass flexing between her spread Caucasian thighs as he thrust his ebony spear in and out of her blonde pussy. Then she noticed something else near the Monitor, the studio apartment clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his cock into her body ... and now she realized he'd been fucking her for over an hour ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless times ... but he was still pumping ... thrusting ... She couldn't believe it ! What stamina ! She looked up at B-Love ... his operose, mean face smiling cruelly at the pretty blond anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A political machine. A screw simple machine. She could see her rumination in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big Mike's thick prick continued to slide in and out of her sassing, as Shemar's rock-hard black shaft of light relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's massive ebony peter dominated her married Edward Douglas White Jr. uterus, Jessica McFarland felt as if her body was in a constant state of orgasm. What was more, having her consistency filled with black turncock didn't just find amazing, it felt right hand. Letting these black men fuck her like this on populate video was the most important affair she'd ever done. Her career ... her marriage ... her celebrity ... none of it could compare to the sensation of three foot-long black cocks having their way with her. The tv camera caught every moment of it. the States could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for dark cock ... but she didn't precaution ... no, she DID tutelage. She was proud ... she WANTED America to see her. She WANTED America to know the truth about black men, and this was the best way. She looked into the camera, knowing that America was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a trance, hypnotized by the fucking, Jessica McFarland reached for the hand-held microphone in Big mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, bitch ?"Big microphone teased, handing Jessica the mike, but continued fucking her mouth even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to talk, but was demonstrating his dominance over her by not complying with her obvious indirect request right away. The wet, slurping sound of her mouth sucking Big mike's dick echoed through the studio for respective seconds before Big Mike acquiesced and let his putz slickness from the white anchorwoman's gasping wet mouth.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between thrust ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... warm ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... fuck ME ... for ... an ... hr ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to merit a ‘ thank you'from the brutish B-Love, she was mistaken. Instead B-Love's thrusts only became faster, and much harder.

"You want me too cum in your pussy !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in time with the new, harder thrusts. She could feel Shemar's pace quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU FEEL MY BALLS SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY White person ASS ? YOU flavour HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT NIGGA seed, cunt ! I'M READY TO whang YOUR WHITE CUNT UP WITH MY Black child ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU MRS. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY slovenly woman ! A WHORE FOR Negroid COCK ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT NIGGA CUM DEEP INSIDE YOU ! look INTO THAT FUCKING CAMERA AND Tell America THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so begrime ... so slutty ... so true ! She raised the mike to her rima oris and looked into the television camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM INSIDE ME ! I WANT HIS midst, POTENT jigaboo SEED IN MY uterus ! !"

"You want his Shirley Temple cum in your belly squawk ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could feel her orgasm building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronization. B-Love would lunge in, while Shemar would pull out out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm. With every thrust, B-Love would swivel his pelvis, stretching Jessica's pussy more than and more ... his twelve-inch putz rubbing against her clit with each jabbing in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm build in high spirits and higher. It would be more potent than any of the orgasms they'd given her that nighttime !

Both men's drive became more urgent, and their calendar method changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from total to empty to good again and again. Her body began to tremble visibly. Her wide-cut livid breasts bounced obscenely on her slim Andrew Dickson White frame as the two massive black men pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly.

"Here IT COMES THEN Mrs. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR PUSSY ! I'M GOING TO filling YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, ovalbumin, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT nigra CUM ... AND YOUR PUSSY WILL belong to TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to charge my hot cum thick into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky Elwyn Brooks White berm as he hammered away at her bantam asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could feel their footstep quicken ... she could finger B-Love's massive black nut, heavily slapping against her pussy ... then she felt them constrain ... begin to flinch ... his cock began to twitch and leap out in her pussy ... taking on a life of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and Forth against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big Mike's rooster, screaming,"PUT YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH ! FUCK MY backtalk WHILE THEY FUCK MY PUSSY AND ASS ! I WANT ALL 3 OF YOUR BIG NIGGER dick INSIDE ME, ALL THREE OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big mike's massive black erection as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their ebony cocks into her twat as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big microphone's cock only to gasp for air, and shout encouragement at her black devotee."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the make up girl, still lying on the level where Big mike left her, groggily opened her centre. She rose slowly, sitting on her legs on the floor and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. Realizing she was naked, she covered her bosom with her arm, and dropped a hand to hatch her kitty-cat. She looked around the studio, seeing that the debauched interracial splurge was still going on. ling felt a pang of green-eyed monster when saw her lover Big mike fucking her boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the picture immediately reawakened her lecherousness and the hand she slowly began to rub her well-fucked kitty with the hand that she had been using to hide it from view. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her breast and shamelessly masturbating with both hands while she watched her pretty blonde political boss get fucked by the three disgraceful knocker. Still, it wasn't enough. Heather wanted a big black cock in her pussy again, Mike's big dim cock, so she stood up and walked over to Mike, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder as he fucked her genus Bos's mouth.

Big mike wasn't oblivious to ling's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the flyspeck brunettes magic spell. Still fucking Jessica's mouth, he put an arm around Heather's slight white articulatio humeri and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the mouth, their tongue intertwining. Fucking one hot white woman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big Mike felt his nut tighten and his shaft begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big mike's putz, she felt it begin to twitch. She felt Shemar's tool Menachem Begin to jump and twitch in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her pussy. She could feel her own excitement building with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big microphone was cumming ... they were all going to blow up at once ... and the event was being captured on camera and broadcast for all of USA to see ! It was too incredible for words ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their cocks tremble inside her puss, ass, and mouth ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing egg white trunk shaking violently as she felt the foremost powerful jets of hot total darkness cum blasting her mouth, ass, and kitty-cat simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let loose his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the precious fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all twelve inches late inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his cock, filling Jessica's ass with the same tender passion that she felt thick in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected get hitched with pussycat with his potent seed. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blond anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep jab, keep grinding his potent seed into Jessica's womb ... making damn sure he knocked the white bitch up.

Jessica could feel the thick, hot, sticky cum coating the inside of her fertile white womb. She knew he'd gotten her significant ... and the thought made her cum again and again ! Yet they were STILL fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her dead body !

Big Mike's thickset opprobrious penis slipped from Jessica's screaming mouth, spraying her beautiful white font and raving mad blonde with duncish jets of pearly ejaculate. The rapper shoved his still spurting cock into the anchorwoman's open back talk, allowing the cock-hungry slattern to tope as a great deal of his gooey hot wad as she could before his cock slipped from her mouth again.

Jessica looked up at Big Mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his cock in her sass. She saw the reasonably brunette make up girl heather mixture, tugging insistently on one of mike's muscular black weapons system. Heather dropped one of her hired hand to Mike's cock, successfully leading him a couple of groundwork away from Jessica. The au naturel brunette quickly dropped to her stifle and took the STILL spurting Joseph Black dick into her athirst white mouth !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprisal as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy bitch ! Don't worry miss, you're gon na have mo'nigga cock than you can handle tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Black men are the Charles Herbert Best, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT gripe ! !"Shemar shouted.

"lightlessness MEN ARE THE BEST ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's veracious gripe ! Tell United States !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to abnegate the accuracy earliest tonight ! Apologize ! apologize to us for the contumely, and to America for not telling the truth ! LOOK INTO THAT tv camera AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so meritless ..."Jessica whimpered, as the camera slowly closed in on Jessica's face. weeping welled in her big blasphemous middle as she looked into the television camera, wave after undulation of pleasure passing over her torso."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE transcendence OF Negroid MEN ! THEIR COCKS ... THEIR ... potence ... THEIR gender ... THEIR ... power ! ! I LOVE BLACK MEN ... I LOVE BLACK shaft ! Black male sexual superiority is NOT a myth United States ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his vocalization to its late composure, smooth tone to counterpoint B-Love's emphatic bellowing."I'm sword lily you've accepted the truth, but what about Billy ? Surely you must have some blend emotions about ditching him on subject television ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here eyes glancing over at Big microphone's cock, inches from her nerve, both framed by the camera angle. She was genuinely befuddled. Her head teacher was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her husband's name.

"Billy ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the affair baby, did we fuck you so upright that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a laugh."You say you're sorry about doubting the major power of black rooster, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your nuptials vows on subject video ? You loved each other for a foresighted prison term, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, Billy !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her married man's name. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three dark rapper on inhabit television. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that moment. Billy seemed like a distant memory from another lifetime."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to infer her new reality for the first time. She wasn't just answering Shemar's question, she was answering her own. It was a Revelation of Saint John the Divine to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to sympathise that marriage ceremony vows mean nil compared to smuggled cock ! This dead body belongs to nigrify men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Black person men are the best ... they are our natural masters ! I want to do everything I can to please them ... to please you ! All women should ! That's the way it should be for all women ... to assist black men ... it's ... only raw !"

"Every cleaning woman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wives and mother ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All womanhood deserve black cock ! All pitch blackness men deserve any white adult female they want. Marriage doesn't matter. fellowship don't issue. Only big black cocks matter !"

"What about like mothers and daughter at the like fourth dimension ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport women on the former side of the studio."You think nigger should have a go at it female parent and their daughters at the same time ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every cleaning woman should submit to Black person male intimate power !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the unit accuracy !"

"GOOD TO HEAR beef !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's cunt, cum still spurting from his stopcock. He let his cum nebulizer over Jessica's naked snowy consistence, splattering her heaving albumen bosom, pretty ovalbumin face, and silken blond hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it skilful and clean gripe"he said"I want it nice and light when I fuck Sarah's mom and sister. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a hope ring and another wedding ring to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, oblivious to the effect that had been unfolding on the other side of her intelligence studio."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's puss,"is that Sarah got her sister here to lose her virginity to a black man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to stop it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. davenport going to lose his virgin daughter, he's gon na lose his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchor desk and saw a new redhead on her knees, sucking a black man's cock. Nearby, an honest-to-god, full-bosomed Melanerpes erythrocephalus was on her knees between two black men, while a white man stood nearby, restrained by two black protection sentry go.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the unanimous kin ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how Black penis do, backbite !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na interview those bitches while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the mainstay desk, looking for his next conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her lower berth lip."I ... want ... more black cock ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your gabardine pussy while you talk to those bitches !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's cum from Jessica's dripping cunt and brought his hand up to her backtalk. Jessica looked at Shemar's finger. She sighed wantonly, opening her back talk and hungrily sucking the sticky white fluid from Shemar's long black finger, bringing her big blue angel eyes up to meet the camera lens as she did so.

"Good girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your pretty Andrew Dickson White ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the television camera as a thick lump of pearly white semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART SEVENTEEN : JESSICA interview MRS. DAVENPORT


At eight o'clock one night Jessica McFarland was U.S.'s mantrap, a relatively respected diary keeper, and a loving wife who was sitting down to consultation three controversial black rappers for a unrecorded pay-per-view television and cyberspace broadcast. By ten o'clock that same Nox Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three black doorknocker, along with her personal helper and a studio make-up missy. Now the beautiful, nude blonde journalist walked across the open central area of her intelligence set toward her anchor desk, every seductive swing of her ass and titty captured by the studio's camera. In the backcloth, the large wall-sized screenland that lined the back of the set were playing multiple Angle of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap videos broadcast earlier that Nox, some footage was of Jessica and Heather from earlier that dark, and some footage appeared to be events transpiring at Jessica's anchor desk. When the beautiful blond journalist reached her desk she was met with the shocking scene unfolding right before her very eyes.

Earlier that Nox, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Black penis'rap radical at one end of the large studio set, the chemical group's broker Tom Watkins had taken control of the program. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's twenty-four year old personal assistant Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front news program desk. The girl that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the girl she'd been working with over the past twelvemonth. Sarah was religious, and very materialistic. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every inch of black cock and every mo of the fucking that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another pitch-black stud standing at the other end of the news desk getting his declamatory black dick stroked and sucked by a moderately untested redhead wearing nothing but a little translucent white head covering swept behind her head. In presence of the tidings desk was a beautiful forty-something redhead kneeling on the floor between two Sir Thomas More black studs. The two men were groping and fondling the charwoman's plentiful white breasts while she stroked and sucked their throbbing coal black pole. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ total darkness member'rap group, who immediately asserted his authority over the other two men and guided the Melanerpes erythrocephalus's mouth to his own shiver black appendage.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired smasher from the photo she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sister Becky and their mother Karen ! The rappers had told her hour earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own heart. Sarah's sister was a fan of the rap group that Jessica was scheduled to consultation that night. Sarah was so get the best with her newfound luxuria for black-market cock that she'd been convinced to help Becky see the plan that night, then fall down to the studio to lose her virginity to a black man on live television ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their younger daughter was in and had rushed to the studio to foreclose the ‘ disaster'from occurring, only to leave in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual power of black pecker in a subject of minutes ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby chair and forced to watch as his wife and daughters were about to give themselves to black prick before his heart and the KNEN meshing television receiver cameras ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"Black Phallus"rap group, had already walked over to take over the situation.

On Jessica's walkway to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the rapper, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scenery before him, then took a chairperson behind the newsdesk. The tv camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his 12 in black erection pointing at the ceiling from behind the newsworthiness desk's deoxyephedrine top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist joint and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ journalist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her au naturel white physical structure with his mighty black hands and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing tv camera. Jessica looked into the lens of the camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing fateful member.

"OH GOD screwing YES ! !"The blonde moaned in ecstasy as her hook up with lily-white pussy was once again penetrated by a long, duncish, chocolate-brown cock. She braced her lilliputian Edward D. White hands on the glass background as she rocked back and Forth River on Shemar's ebony tree manhood, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio admonisher as she did so. The thinking occurred to Jessica that the television camera angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchorperson sitting at the desk, looking into America's homes, only this time she was naked and being fucked by a muscular mordant rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled aristocratical eyes from the monitor and looked into the camera. Then, putting on her best on-air display voice, she spoke.

"Good evening America, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is FUCKING AMAZING !"

As the laughter of several black men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the orgy at the newsworthiness desk was joined by two more members. ling and Big Mike had been on the other side of meat of the studio apartment with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big mike was looking down at the moderately brunette war paint girl, staring into her adoring eye as she lovingly her hot pink tongue up and down his duncish black shaft. Mike thought the pretty brunette was a hot trivial cocksucker, but at the Sami time, it seemed to him that there was way too much white pussy in the studio for him to party with just one girl. Then Big mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchor desk. Looking across the studio, Big microphone made eye-contact with Seth Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blonde supporter, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and Mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at Mike, nodded towards Sarah. Mike looked at the blonde, bent over the news show desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. microphone looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Heather, who was still unmindful to the silent communication going on between the two blackamoor men.

Big mike smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big Mike pulled his cock out of Heather's mouth, picked the slender brunet up in his knock-down melanize arm and carried her over to intelligence desk. microphone sat the naked brunette makeup girl down on the desk right side by side to Sarah's sweating, bucking consistence. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big mike, then looked down at Heather.

Heather looked up at Big microphone expectantly, but he made no move towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. Heather's eyes widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal assistant following to her. Sara's bra and panties were yearn gone. Her long blond hair's-breadth was matted with sweat, strands of it sticking to her au naturel back. Her mingy, round, lily-white ass shook with every thrust she took from Watkins. Then ling's center rose over Watkins muscular Negroid abs and chest, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a spell,"Big mike casually told Calluna vulgaris,"while I get acquainted with this young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."Heather began to protest, but microphone ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."heather continued whimpered weakly as Watkins pulled his massive calamitous cock out of Sarah's well-fucked snatch. Heather immediately fell silent, her eyes locking on Watkins massive black cock. Watkins smiled, placing one large black, hand savourless against Heather's sonant white breasts and pushing the midget brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big black cock across her monotonous white belly twice, like a baseball game thespian tapping home with his bat before taking a swing music, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every in into Heather's pink snatch with one, unmerciful thrust before she could say another word. Heather screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT bitch ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in exaltation."You thought Big Mike was gon na be your new boyfriend ? Naw ... we don't play it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in disarray as she felt Watkins's pecker slip from her pussy. She looked over to shoulder to see Big Mike grabbing her hips. The blonde gasped in surprise as Mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her backrest. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish white breasts in his monumental pitch-dark script, while kissing her passionately on the rima oris.

"Hey infant, I'm Big Mike."The giant black rapper whispered in the immature blonde's ear as he hulked over her slender white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in quiet awe as she brought one of her diminutive white hands up to Big Mike's hefty onyx-colored arm, over his panoptic shoulder joint, and ran down his extensive barrel chest. Her passably heart widened as her hand slipped lower and found Big Mike's manhood rubbing against her bare whitened thigh. She grasped the base of the knocker's cock in her helping hand, feeling its length and thickness. Her somewhat eye widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her peg widely, allowing Big Mike wanton access to her pussy. Big mike grinned and immediately took advantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his long blockheaded black cock rich inside Sarah, causing her to moan in cristal.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blonde P.A.."Pleased to match you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her pocket-sized white mitt over Big Mike's brawny black articulatio humeri and back, exploring his organic structure as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so gentle with broom.

"aspect at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the make-up girl as he fucked her intemperately."smell like your boy Big Mike found a new girl to roll in the hay ! You ain't his girlfriend, you just a trollop ! A SLUT for BLACK COCK !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"heather cried out as she bucked her articulatio coxae to tally her new fan's stab.

"ARE YOU A blackamoor rooster SLUT cunt ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up girl."DO YOU LOVE MY BIG Joseph Black turncock ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"heather mixture cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK COCK !"

"YOU'RE A Shirley Temple Black COCK WHORE SLUT ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering heather mixture verbally the Same way he was hammering her pussy with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A lightlessness prick lady of pleasure !"Heather screamed."FUCK ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR pitch blackness prick ! !"

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Scots heather Christensen hadn't told her family about her new job as a make-up artist at KNEN. Heather knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to surprise him with an autograph.

Bob Christensen was very surprised. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view interview that night to see his deary television personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the sexy journalist getting seduced and stripped by the rappers that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on live television ! Then the rappers called the new make-up artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should give turned the boob tube off the second he saw Scots heather paseo onto the set, but he was too shocked… at least that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't aspect away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the rappers.

Then cameras cut away from Heather to cover the Sarah davenport and the seduction of her sister and female parent. ineffective to see what was happening to Heather, Bob started to interest about his step-daughter's rubber. When the camera finally caught up with broom, Bob saw her pass out and was even more worried ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see broom wake up and quickly return the natural action. Still, Bob kept watching, ineffective to depend away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on concealment, but he wasn't really seeing ling anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a younger version of his married woman, Heather's mother, the woman he'd fallen in erotic love with and married only four years earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive pitch-dark rapper. The sight was so hot that Bob couldn't helper but stroke his cock while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the eventide may be taking a darker round for Heather.

‘ Big Mike'had been nice in his own way, but the knocker traded Heather off for another daughter and Bob wasn't so sure about this guy. Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some kind of anchorperson but who seemed to Bob to be just as often of a thug as the rappers, if not worsened. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchor'had Calluna vulgaris pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs spread and pointed up in the air… the just article of vesture she still wore were her shoes. Her lithe whitened body glowed with diaphoresis as she arched her back to couple his herculean thrust. Her shoulder-length embrown hair was matted with exertion, and was plastered to her typeface. Her rosebud mouth was moaning in pleasance as this Negroid anchorman's'big hands roamed all over her slender white torso ... and as his enormous black tool fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting Calluna vulgaris with interrogative sentence, calling her ‘ loose woman'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked broom,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a black pecker trollop ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."Heather gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her young pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs Davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the full-bosomed red-header mother of two on her knees, hungrily sucking black cock.

Heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could find out. Would you wish to take on my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my son will come over one night. We'll have a gracious family line dinner. Then we'll fuck you and momma right in front of your pop !"

"Step-dad, actually"heather giggled."His figure is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the photographic camera,"Guess who's cumming to dinner ? A caboodle of BIG BLACK nigga ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a slub in his venter. He'd seen what had happened with those Davenport girl ... and their mother. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would demonstrate up and be intimate broom and her mother rightfulness in figurehead of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to stop them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his helping hand, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming climax from the black man's cock.


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Karen Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived home earlier that night. number one, she arrived home to observe her youthful daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some form of pornographic television display that purported to be a news program programme. If that weren't bad enough, the bourgeois married woman and mother was mortified when she realized that the girl in the pornographic program as her older daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on experience television, being ravished by a group of raptorial blackness thugs ! Karen had been so distracted by the sight that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to labor to the Lapplander studio ! Karen immediately called her husband to come weft he up and together they rushed to the studio to contain their youngest daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs Davenport and her hubby arrived at the studio apartment after Becky, but in time to prevent her from giving her virginity to some anonymous opprobrious men. Mrs. Davenport faced a new trouble however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual power of the black men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to deflower Becky. ineffective to resist the taunting of her sexually-awakened daughters and the sight of the huge ignominious cocks in the way, the conservative female parent succumbed to her deeply repressed luxuria and ripped open her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughters'debauched party !

In the center of the news set, twenty understructure from the desk where her daughter were entertaining their own black lovers, Karenic davenport stripped to her underclothing and knelt between a ignominious stagehand and a blackened security measures safety device. As her horrified husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to suck and stroke these two he-man's monolithic black prick while they groped and squeezed her ample ass and 40-DD white meat. Then Karen's bra was torn from her body and the men began to take turns fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karenic was lovingly entertained her two new acquaintance, a third bootleg Adonis approached the mathematical group. He was naked, except for a duad of aviator-style sunglasses with reflective lenses, and an ornate gold neck range of mountains. What Karen really noticed though was how much braggart this new stud poker was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his cock was bigger too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karen been able to take her optic off the man's pecker, she might have got recognized him. She'd seen him in the first place that nighttime, briefly, on her tv screenland at house. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music television footage broadcast earlier that night. He was B-Love, loss leader of Negro Phallus.

Not knowing his identity, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound inherent aptitude. So, as she continued sucking on the security guard's cock while the stagecoach helping hand squeezed and fucked her replete white tits, Karen reached her left over hand out and took hold of the new stud's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprisal however, Karenic's new man was not content with her attention. Karen quickly learned that this man was rougher, more dominant than the other two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karenic and moved forward, forcing the stagehand aside and running his hanker Negro fingers through Karen's silky red fuzz. He then roughly pulled Karen's head back, forcing her to stop sucking the security guard's cock. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security safety device back, then moved in closer shoving his own prick into Karen's mouth.

Karenic instinctively began to suck the new pitch blackness tool in her mouth, grasping the Qaeda of the spear with one hand, trying to hold her new fan's onslaught, but to little avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karenic lactate his cock, he began to thrust his hips, boundary and determined to have it away the fairly flannel wife's mouth. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to continue entertaining her former two lovers, so she reached out for their cocks and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed funnily hushed and submissive in the face of this new stud's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's wrist, pulling her hands from the security measures sentry duty's and stagehand's putz, he pulled Karenic's coat of arms upward, holding them over her head by the wrists with one right Black bridge player, while he reached down and groped her massive white breasts with the early. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding tintinnabulation on her helping hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the white milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stagehand protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the other two men,"I got plans for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a feeling that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security guard tapped the stagehand on the articulatio humeri and nodded towards the craft-services tabular array where the studio's snack were kept. The stagehand looked at the table, then realized what the crowd member wanted him to see. The pretty brunette studio page was hiding under the mesa, watching the riot unfold in the studio apartment. She had her hand buried under her skirt, masturbating, obviously turned on by the events she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stagehand smiled at the security system safety device, who returned his the smile. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the table. The stagehand dived under the board from the battlefront. The shocked pageboy female child tried to escape behind the tabular array, but the security safety device leapt over the tabular array and blocked her route. Within seconds, all three were under the table. The young lady frightened shriek quickly turned to laughter and screams of passion as her sports jacket, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his cock from Karen's back talk. The blow out of the water and flustered redhead gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one Jonathan Swift motility and carried her around the back of the newsdesk. He sat Karen in a death chair at the desk. To one position, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl elan. To her other incline, Karenic saw her older daughter Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a strapping, brawny Black person man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a black stud's lap and giggling, stroking his hammer. The grim stud poker was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled look and ripe breasts. Karen gasped as she felt a pair of large, powerful hands suddenly grabbing both of her own wide-cut, whitish white tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redhead reflexively grabbed the men on her tits, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her piano white skin and the dreary powerful hands that groped her 40DD bosom. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chair, and reaching around from behind to play with her. Then Karen felt something prominent, backbreaking, and warm dragging across her bare articulatio humeri. Looking over, Karen saw the fully raise duration of B-Love's monolithic Black person tool resting on her milky white shoulder and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit flesh. She immediately reached up to it with one paw and lifted the heavy, thickly penis to her back talk, lovingly kissing and sucking the brain while pumping the longsighted, ebony rotating shaft and drinking the stud's pre-cum.

The camera angle pulled back, showing the scene of the buxom, married, mother of two sitting at the glass-top news program desk and having her bare breast fondled by a marvellous, muscular inglorious man while she sucked his cock. The camera pulled out more, widening the snapshot to include the figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black fan's lap at the newsworthiness desk, facing the television camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her breasts swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her lower lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open her eyes. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some textbook for her to read.

"Lady and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to borrow her professional presenting smell as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The Whole Truth'news desk by Karen davenport. Mrs. Davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to consume become recruited, like her girl and myself, into the ranks of char who appreciate the transcendence of the black male and succumbed to the sexual magnate of big blackamoor cock. respectable evening Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the pretty white housewife sitting beside her. Karenic, however, was lost in her own human race, sucking B-Love's dick and stroking it with one hand, while her other hand helped B-Love grope her white meat. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the strait muffled by B-Love's buddy-buddy black cock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the redheaded woodpecker's arm.

Karen's oculus shot open when she felt Jessica's hand on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his cock from Karenic's mouth. Karenic, still stroking B-Love's rooster with one hand, tried to tip over and direct it into her backtalk again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"kick is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to answer them for the hoi polloi watching this. You keep stroking this nigga shaft though."

Karen looked into the camera. The situation finally started to drop in. She was sitting at the news desk, on tv camera, on television… sucking a nigrify man's prick while he fondled her breasts. Now he wanted her to answer interrogative sentence ! She looked back at B-Love's smuggled stopcock in her hired hand, desperate for it to be in her mouth again, or better yet, in her cunt. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's cock, but turned to face up Jessica.

"G-g…Good evening Jessica."Karenic spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her plight.

"Good even Mrs. Davenport, welcome to ‘ The whole truth ’."Jessica McFarland's voice cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his cock inside her cunt. She gripped the desktop in her bridge player, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. mortal in the director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing comments and interrogative for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karenic said politely.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica began her interview as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and kibosh tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karen hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You approximate ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive tone."You came here tonight with the express purpose of stopping your old daughter Sarah from continuing to have sex with disastrous men AND to preclude your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a inglorious man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karenic blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her earlier hesitance in the typeface of her ‘ black masters ’."It's true."She begrudgingly admitted, glancing up at B-Love. He nodded, reassuringly.

"I see."Jessica said, glancing at Shemar. Shemar smiled, encouraging Jessica to adopt her bitchy, confrontational journalist demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you find out out about this night's consequence ?"

"I came home tonight and found Becky…"Karenic glanced at Becky, sitting in her manque lover's lap at the end of the tidings desk. Becky was stroking his cock while he rubbed her virgin kitty, the two were passionately kissing."I found my youthful daughter watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. Fuck the teleprompter. She knew where this was going. She knew what they wanted her to do.

"Yes."

"Say it."B-Love interrupted.

Karen looked up at B-Love, still stroking his cock."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what part of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to answer."She was watching…a music video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own sister ?"Jessica asked in mock disbelief."She was masturbating while watching her own baby ?"

"Yes !"Karen cried. She hated being teased like this, but knew this was what B-Love wanted her to do.

"And what was Sarah doing in the video ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karen started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by Black MEN !"

"Yes."Karenic said, blushing.

"And the vision of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your daughter Becky on so practically that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karen said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so lots that she snuck out of your house and came down to our studio tonight, to fall back her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karen didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karenic hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The sight of your daughter with Black person men turned you on so a good deal that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a black man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the irony of her denial while stroking B-Love's cock."No ! I came here to stop her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called wienerwurst ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at rest home ?"

"No."Karen answered."He came and picked me up and we came to the studio."

"But why ?"Jessica asked, furrowing her brow.

"I… I mean… my husband… and I … always taught our girls that their virginity is treasured, and not to have sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her header."I meant why would you give birth your husband take the clip to pick you up at home before coming to the studio ?"Jessica asked.

"I… I wanted to help… him…help him get Heather."Karen said.

"But you knew what was happening in the studio."Jessica pushed."You make out what Scots heather would do, if you didn't get here in fourth dimension. Again, why make your married man waste time picking you up before he came to the studio apartment ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my daughter !"Karen blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian elusion."You wanted to serve your daughter ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to facilitate protect them !"Karenic blushed."I wanted to stop them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughters even said they'd stop if you just told them to stop, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karen stammered, glancing at B-Love's putz."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your mind ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the vast lightlessness hammer in her hand, then back at Jessica.

"The calamitous men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the black men that changed your mind, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karenic whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karenic hissed."The black men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK COCKS in somebody ! My girl seemed so happy ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God help me, I couldn't stop myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG BLACK pecker ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much great than…"Karenic paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's cock in her hand."weenie, I'm sorry…but…these black cocks… THIS Joseph Black COCK… is just… so much BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very talented rap artist with the group"Black genus Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blueness eyes and B-Love's big black cock."I'm not… conversant with… Mr. Love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's cock in her deal."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can promise you, he is extremely talented…. The unanimous group is. I can personally bear witness to that… and of course, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a broad grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her depressed eyes widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big coon cock you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity last night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica prodded."The black cock you've been sucking tonight is the Sami one that took your girl's virginity. How does that make you find ?"

Karen's mind reeled at the revelation, unable to work, let alone do Jessica's question. Karen began to catch one's breath heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge black cock in her hand… the Saame cock she had just had in her mouth… was the demand same one that had taken her elderly daughter's virginity ! Karenic looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three foundation away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular young black man. Karenic looked at B-Love's immense black cock, watching it drip another sticky wad of pre-cum on her heaving alabaster breast as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her skilful presenting part,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD rampart skinny to the anchor desk flickered to life, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's female parent with the world. The simulacrum was shivering, slightly blurry cell-phone camera video, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karenic saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how long she'd waited… how she'd even refused to have sex with her fiance until their coming wedding. Sarah was screaming out frustrated reaction, yet obviously loving every minute of it… and every column inch of that glorious ebony tool that was taking her treasured flower !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karenic Davenport staring at the giant LCD projection screen behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very same cock you were just fucking. The cock that was in your sassing minutes ago has fucked your daughter. Your reaction please ?"

Karen's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD silver screen, her blue K centre wide with shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karenic continued watching her daughter on the screen. Sarah seemed to glow with felicity and pridefulness. Karenic thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the screen and pumped B-Love's cock faster and faster, placing both her tiny bloodless hands on his turncock. Karen began to kiss, lick, and suck B-Love's cock, worshipping the Same cock that she was watching take away her oldest daughter's virginity on the behemoth LCD.

"Mrs. Davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your older daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to begin sucking his rooster again ... the Same stopcock that you're watching fuck your oldest daughter's formerly virginal slit. Can we bear that you condone your girl Sarah's loss of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious inability to reply her. Jessica knew that solvent weren't really the point. This was all a debauched show now… a monstrance of the power of black turncock over a white married woman and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing dubiousness and teasing comment that Jessica put to her, but everything the au naturel blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful Melanerpes erythrocephalus's lustfulness. Karen dropped one of her hands from B-Love's tool and pushed it into the waistcloth of her panties, wantonly rubbing her pussy inside her panties ... her actions clearly visible to the camera, thanks to the clear-cut glass top of the anchor desk. At the same time, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's pecker, licking the length of the ebony shaft and trying to contain as much of it into her mouth as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some people might say that this is haywire ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's dick and ‘ interviewing'Karen Davenport."You are Edward White married woman who is engaging in sexual activity with a black man on go television, while her husband is forced to catch. You are doing so while watching footage of your older girl losing her virginity to the Lapplander black cock that you are sucking right now. That same girl is getting fucked by another bootleg man, right next to you ... while your unseasoned daughter's virginity is under menace from yet another big black pecker ? Isn't all this wrong, Mrs Davenport ?"

Karenic rubbed her pussy frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's cock. She could feel her excitement construction, her completely body trembling. Jessica's litany of comments pushed the cheapen married woman and female parent over the edge, and Karen Davenport shook, letting B-Love's cock slip from her mouth as she threw her head back and screamed.

"Did you just have an climax Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one more question."Are we to take this as an endorsement of the powerfulness of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... nigra cock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT bitch ?"Karen gasped, her mouth finally capable to respond to her teaser."How is this for an endorsement ?"

Karenic turned her chairman slightly and cupped her heavy Caucasian breasts, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's cock in her milky alabaster segmentation and stroking his long, loggerheaded, throbbing ignominious shaft with her soft, creamy tit flesh.

"FUCK ME YOU BIG NIGGER goon !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her thoughtfulness in his glassful. Her use of the racial epithet had the exact effect she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hips and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her vast blanched breasts.

"KAREN ! !"Frank Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a chairwoman."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU locution !"

"I'M expression THAT THIS nigra hoodlum IS Sir Thomas More MAN MY husband COULD EVER promise TO BE !"Karen shouted in response to her husband, but wouldn't even address the answer to him, instead, she looked into the tv camera."I WANT THIS BIG nigra thug TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK turncock ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY girl !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT Karen NO ! ! !"Frank Davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of objection ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY wife ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY FRANK !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her titty faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE FUCKED BY A REAL MAN ! Try to sympathize Frank ... Sarah stayed a Virgo the Virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the old age, she resisted, even after becoming engaged to be married ... then ... then she met THIS MAN ... and she gave in ! She let this beautiful, beautiful lightlessness thug take what she'd so preciously guarded all her life ... doesn't that TELL you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S ilk ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG BLACK coon turncock !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT BITCH !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT TAKES ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU promise TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK peter !"

"Karen PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"Frank cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT BECKY ? DO YOU desire TO TAKE MY OTHER daughter'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D the like THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY Black goon !"

"Karenic ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"Frank screamed in revulsion.

"offering UP YOUR girl TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A GOOD START kick !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL Joseph Black THUG TO fuck ME WITH HIS BIG BLACK COCK .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG Black person NIGGER stopcock TO take BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"KAREN NO ! have YOU LOST YOUR MIND ?"Frank cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering bloodless husband as he fucked his wife's knocker."She outta her MIND with lust for my nigga dick ! Let this be a lesson to you whiteboy, pickle with the power of BLACKCOCK and you lose ! You shoulda kept your miss at domicile tonight ! Now your wife loses her judgment to black turncock. Your daughter lose their virginity to black rooster. But you, whiteboy, are the prominent loser ... cause you lose THEM to black peter ! Your wife and daughters belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his face towards Karen again. His rippling black muscles tensed and his big bleak jumped between Karen's teat and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty face, beautiful red haircloth, and milky Caucasian breasts with overweight clod of gooey, hot, semen.

"Fuck me ... fuck my daughters ... fuck me ... get laid my daughters ..."Karenic gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her chin, onto her vast, heaving bosom.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her fan's peter ... her virginity still in tactfulness, awaiting blackened rooster."first gear you're gon na have to get me hard again ... but don't worry, it won't take long, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karen gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"First, I'm gon na postulate that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding gang ?"Karenic whimpered, furrowing her brow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the amber chain made of coupled hymeneals rings, conflict halo, even some opal ‘ promise'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the women I take from ovalbumin men."B-Love sneered."It's a assurance to me, a demonstration of your consignment to blackness male mastery, an acknowledgment that once you go inglorious, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karenic said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's words. Karen glanced at her doughnut, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a job, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her hoop, glittering gold on her fingerbreadth, then she looked at B-Love's huge lightlessness dick. Even diffused, it was bigger than her husband's white erection.

"I should monish you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't hand me your wedding gang, then I'm afraid I won't be able-bodied to seat you into our cosmos. I won't be able-bodied to fuck you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will pertain you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one survive prison term, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karenic hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the tiny gold stria from her finger and offer it up to B-Love. The threat of not getting fucked by a big black turncock terrified her."I don't need it anymore. Please, take it. It's yours ... just like me."

"commodity girl."B-Love grinned, his cock stiffening as he added Karen's wedding ring to a broken contact in his chain ... the link was Jessica McFarland's wedding tintinnabulation, which he'd added earlier that Nox."Now then Mrs. Davenport, are you ready for the future step in your worship of the power of black cock ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing black member, taking it in her hand."Oh God I'm so cook !"

Frank davenport hung his head in shame. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an hard-on ... and a wet spot in his pant where he had cum. Tears stung his cheeks, red with overplus. Even with all his protests, he'd become sexually fire seeing his wife being ravished by that black thug ... a superior black male. dog, to his shame, found himself believing that his chemical reaction truly was ‘ only natural ’.


END OF CHAPTER XVII

Frank Davenport loved his wife. It broke his centre whenever anything disturbance Karen and when she'd called his cellphone earlier that night, she was more upset than he'd ever heard her. Frank could barely see Karenic between her gasp and shit, but she managed to tell him that she needed him abode immediately, that their daughters needed his service. hotdog davenport loved his girl. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karen had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservative beliefs, protecting them from the evils of the earth, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, young women. But Karen told him Sarah had done something fearsome, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to come home right away, to pick Karenic up and she would explicate what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's workplace at KNEN studio apartment. So that is what the loving husband and father did.

hot dog rushed home, picked Karenic up, and let her excuse the unbelievable issue that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely believe what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karenic got inside the studio, frankfurter had no choice but to believe ... he was tied to a hot seat and forced to check in lost horror as telecasting tv camera captured every second of his loving class's debauched dissolution.

wienerwurst Davenport SAW his beautiful his older daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by television cameras and being fucked senseless by a black thug. Frank SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walk naked into the studio, and escorted by a naked black thug and begin to stroke and suck in that thug's blackness cock. frank SAW his wife Karen, unable to look away from her daughter, listening to their pleas ... their need that she join them. Frank then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the huge black cocks that were exposed to her. weenie SAW his fast wife paseo into the fray, ignoring his protests. frank SAW his strong-willed wife surrounded by black studs and succumbing to their conquest. wiener SAW his beautiful married woman strip down to her panties as the blackness men amused themselves with her sonsy white body. Frank SAW his loving spiritual wife fall to her human knee and worship black cock, letting her pretty face and cushy white meat be fucked by not one by three black macho-man. Then frankfurter saw his married woman led to the anchorperson desk to be interviewed by the beautiful television personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each cleaning lady was sexually dominated by a black rapper. dog Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to lay off any of it ... tied to a chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful kinsfolk was stolen from him… and never in his lifespan had he been so turn on. Frank could experience his modest blanched penis, minuscule compared to the inkiness tool he saw in the studio, stiffening in his pants as he listened to his wife describe the outcome of that night… the horrible fault that weenie had made by bringing his married woman with him to the studio. Then Frank SAW his wife showered with nigger semen as she begged to be fucked by the vast black rapper. Then hot dog saw his wife slip the wedding ring from her finger and put up both it and their youthful daughter's virginity to the black knocker that towered over her. Frank protested weakly, but could feel his small white hard-on spurting cum into his pants as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and unable to drive his eyes off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karen Davenport spared a brief glance at her hubby, tied to his electric chair, a wet spot visible in his gasp. He looked so piteous. She watched him squirm in his chair as she scooped the thick, hot ball of her black buff's semen from her knocker and ate it, looking her married man rightfulness in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her face and breasts, Karen sat back in her chair at the keystone desk, looking up at her beautiful black Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his future instruction. She didn't have to wait long.

"What you waitin'fo'bitch ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'panties off."

"Please…"Karen whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her married man another quick glance, then returning her adoring blue eyes to the sinister rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? Please ?"

B-Love said nothing, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two longsighted contraband fingers under the waist band of Karen's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The fabric tore immediately. Karen laughed. Frank moaned. The knocker tugged again, another precipitous ripping auditory sensation was picked up by the studio microphones. Karen kicked her long, smooth Patrick Victor Martindale White legs in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one helping hand mellow above his head, holding Karenic's shoot lace panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at Frank, then casually tossed the tattered unmentionable through the air.

dog winced. When he opened his center again, he found his wife's torn lacing panties sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her chair at the anchor desk, with the exception of the gold cross necklace she wore around her neck opening. Karen wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big blackened cock and stroking it with one hand as she leaned back in her chairperson and used her former deal to thumb her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his cock any finisher. He dropped a hand down to her naked married bitch and boldly knocked her hand away, shoving one, then two finger's breadth into her pink velvet crimp. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her back, her full Patrick White boob heaving and quivering.

"Sorry sister, you ain't wet enough fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's puss."This ain't your husband's lil'ovalbumin prick. You gon na experience to be A LOT wetter if you expect to pack a BLACK MAN'S rooster !"

"PLEASE !"Karenic begged, squirming desperately in her chair."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your putz ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be sure of that. What I think we're gon na need here is some tongue work in that twat to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, please, eat my kitty-cat !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had somebody else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's husband."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you remember I should get to eat your wife's sweet little cunt and get it good and wet for my nigga cock ?"

hot dog Davenport raised his eyes to meet B-Love's mocking voice. From the rapper's tint, Frank assumed someone was about to untie him from his chairman and force him to participate in his union's defilement. No one made a move towards weenie, and the white husband and father remained helplessly tied to the chair. Confused, Frank looked up into B-Love's expressionless face, the rapper's reflective sunglasses preventing him from reading the thug's design. When the rapper was surely he had the Frank's attending, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na hold yo'dumb ass a bone ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot cunt ? shtup YOU, saphead !"

B-Love stepped away from wienerwurst's married woman, and looked over at their older daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD DAMN IT, NO !"wienerwurst heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the rapper take up a step towards Sarah, who at that moment was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big Mike nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two rappers ignoring dog 's useless dissent. The muscle-bound rapper slapped the flyspeck blonde assistant on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karen Davenport up from the chairperson and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her wooden leg wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky davenport whispered excitedly to her big shameful ‘ friend'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his rooster as she watched her female parent and sister. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just ticker and see, cocker doll."the stud hushed the red-haired adolescent, dropping a magnanimous blacken helping hand in her lap and fingering her perfervid pussy as she watched her female parent and sister. He would much rather be fucking the girl but knew that B-Love would want the award of taking the lady friend's virginity. No topic, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the little girl was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her tight white ass later that dark, after B-Love had his fun. For the fourth dimension being though, he toyed with the naïve redhead, guiding her hand to her own pussy, gently pushing her to masturbate as she watched the action unfold.

Karen Davenport was in a daze, unable to encompass what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, legs spread, Karen saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big microphone. The two black rappers guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to look Karenic's wide spread legs. Mike then took a place standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her naked, vulnerable mother. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing microphone to stick out Sarah closer to the desk, closer to her mother's ranch leg. Karenic saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's eyes widened and she gasped and smiled. Big Mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his huge, throbbing black manhood deep into her slender white soundbox. Sarah let relax a loud, wanton moan and her knees buckled, forcing her to falter forward and brace her hands against the desktop on either side of meat of her mother's prostrate mannequin. Sarah's parlous positioning didn't seem to slow the relentless tread of Big mike's thrusts, in fact he started to fuck the somewhat blonde twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her spread legs, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from butt. Then Karen noticed her girl's optic glazing over with lecherousness as Big Mike began to gently push her daughter's nerve lower, closemouthed to Karen's defenseless twat. As her girl's pretty face gently grazed Karen's smoothen white thighs, Karenic realized what was about to materialize. Even as aroused as Mrs. Davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely impart herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. Davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breath on her pussy."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her reasonably face hovering over her mother's flaming hot cunt."They… they want me to get you set up for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karen whimpered."I'm your mother ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her female parent."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to give them what they want. I WANT to break them what they want… I want to give them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to ease up these amaze Joseph Black MEN EVERYTHING THEY WANT ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karenic's head, his huge black rooster hanging ponderously above her face. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's massive, jiggling white tits and with one knock-down pitch-black, hired man and kneading the delicate bone flesh."Don't you want to have us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my daughter !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's immense black cock.

Sarah's sigh and moan suddenly turned to hollo as Big Mike increased the tempo and intensity of his thrusts. Lost in a cloud of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's brim briefly, barely, grazed her female parent's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed at the new sensation on her pussy. Involuntarily, she bucked her hips and closed her legs, inadvertently trapping her girl's read/write head between her thighs, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink mouth into her cunt. Karenic immediately realized what she'd done and unfold her thighs to rid her girl 's head ... but it was too tardily !

Crazed with lust and eager to delight her black passkey, Sarah wasted no time exploiting her new ‘ predicament ’. The passably light-haired girl began to gently kiss the soft pink fold of her own mother's cunt !

Karen looked down over her own wriggly Edward D. White physical structure, between her heaving milky white breast and widespread creamy white second joint and saw her pretty blond girl's big blue middle boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karenic hissed a feeble protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit farther, found her mother 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink tongue across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's protest disappeared into a howling of hug drug as her own daughter's tongue made contact with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded married woman bucked her hips again to meet her girl's gentle kisses.

Emboldened by her female parent's response and her own wild lustfulness, Sarah Davenport pushed her tongue into her female parent's kitty-cat, brazenly and purposefully probing its depths, causing Karen to scream.

Tears welled in Karenic Davenport's eyes as she winced and threw her pass back, ineffectual to resist any more, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her onetime daughter to eat her pussy !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his huge Black person stopcock all over the degraded albumen mother's face."What a slut ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking livid cunt of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I make out it !"Karenic whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karenic screamed, bucking her hip into Sarah's face.

"KAREN, MY GOD !"Frank violently shook his point in disbelief, his wife's lusty belly laugh echoing in his head. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! stopover THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY melodic theme WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… TRUST ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her pelvic arch against her girl's probing ping knife."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"KAREN !"frankfurter screamed."FOR GOD'S SAKE ! She's our girl ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karen Davenport screamed…"IS SO GOOD AT eating PUSSY ! MY girl IS devising ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

frankfurter Davenport watched helplessly as his oldest girl ate his wife's puss. The large wall-screen in the studio set showed a airless up of Sarah 's reasonably face buried between Karen 's legs. The pathetic husband shook his question and groaned in defeat, unable to stop the degenerate events unfolding before his eyes. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to take his heart fall upon another horrifying sight… his younger daughter !

Becky davenport watched intently as her honest-to-goodness sister ate their mother's pussy. The young Aythya americana's pert young breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, one tiny snowy hired man frantically rubbing her pussy while the other stroked a big black cock. Her eyes fell upon her baby's side, buried in her mother's slit. Becky involuntarily licked her rim and whimpered… the flyspeck little"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just tatty enough to remind B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."Look over there Mrs Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old virgin daughter is watching her big sister eating momma's puss. Then she's hearing momma screaming and going dollar WILD ! What do you call back she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her foresighted white legs in the air and purposefully grinding her pussy against her older girl's face as she turned her head to see Becky. The middle-aged white wife and mother blushed when she looked into her daughter's all-embracing blue eyes, but she couldn't look away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big bleak macho-man a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karenic had ever seen her.

Becky met her female parent's blue-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her female parent, Becky felt compelled to front away in plethora and dropped her regard to the studio base. Yet Becky found herself unable to resist raising her eyes discreetly as her brass still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karenic whimpered, consoling her humiliated virgin daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah pamper young woman. lookout man. '' B-Love growled. `` lookout yo'mom get her pussy eaten by your big sistah. '' The doorknocker turned back to Karen."Hey momma, why don't you tell your new daughter how it feels to have her big sister eating your cunt ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed as she felt her orgasm construction."PLEASE !"

"TELL HER, loose woman !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how GOOD it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT flavour SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO GOOD !"

Becky stared silently into her female parent's blue-violet eyes. The young carrottop's mouth was undefendable, gasping for air as she rubbed her young cunt faster and faster, bucking her coxa to meet her own eager fingers. It wasn't sufficiency ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the calamitous prick she stroked with one hand and put both of her hands in her slit, wildly finger-fucking herself with both hands. It still wasn't enough. She bit her lower lip in sexual foiling as she watched her mother and sister cavorting with one of her darling rappers and another big Negro stud. Her heart fell upon her babe's face, buried in her mother's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the studhorse she'd been stroking. Without a Son being exchanged, the studhorse knew that B-Love wanted him to endorse off. He'd get his hazard soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love prompted Karen."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's spit is making you for YOUR start HUGE NIGGA COCK !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's eyes."I'm SO WET RIGHT NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs Davenport."Do you consider SHE'S ready yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's eyes widened when they heard B-Love's motion. Karen looked at her beautiful virgin daughter. Looking back into her mother's center, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the question. Karen wanted to hold these beautiful blackened men glad. She wanted to give them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughters ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt occupy for her untested daughter. All of these men were very large, and Becky was flyspeck ... and still a virgin. Karen was n't certain Becky could handle a huge Black person cock. `` I ... I do n't know. ``

'' You do n't roll in the hay ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teen carrottop. `` Well, let 's find out, shall we ? '' turning, the onyx skinned doorknocker walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The pretty red-haired teen quickly stood up from her chair to greet the doorknocker. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big blue eyes immediately locked upon the enormous black weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular legs as he slowly approached her. It was bigger than any of the early inkiness cocks she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the poor people Virgo the Virgin was distracted by the site of his angry ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's stopcock. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the grownup ... I mean ... I 'm your full-grown ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teen 's chin, lifting her typeface up and gently compelling her to look him in the eye.

'' The great ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering white Chin with his deep black thumb.

'' I 'm your giving fan ! '' Becky finally managed to heave. Forced to look into B-Love 's nerve, rather than his huge putz, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've fuck all your medicine ! I listen to you all the clip. I 've seen your television, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an unintelligible moan when B-Love boldly reached between her legs, cupping her virgin pussy in his boastfully black deal, then brazenly slipped two long melanise fingers up into Becky 's Virgin teen slit and immediately caused the sexually-charged teen to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to mewl uncontrollably as the knocker slid his fingers deeper inside her and purposefully feel fucked her pink virgin pussy. Becky instinctively began to go against her virgin blank cunt against B-Love 's probing ebon digits. Her young body shivered, her toes curled, her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her nude Andrew D. White body into B-Love. The knocker 's rock-hard prick pressed against Becky 's categorical Caucasian tummy and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard black abs and Becky 's soft Caucasian bod. Feeling B-Love 's cock pressed against her immature body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her firm white breasts.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty teen and called back to her mother."I think you might be right-hand Mrs. Davenport. Your lil'girl ain't near wet enough to take a big nigger cock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing black hammer pressed against her organic structure and genuinely afraid she might never have a go at it what it 's length felt like inside her soundbox. Slipping her men between their bodies, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge Black tool in her bantam white deal, her fingerbreadth ineffective to reach all the way around its girth. She gripped the big dim beast as best she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your full-grown fan ! I want to give you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired teen's side to calm her. He kissed her tenderly on her frontal bone, then looked over his shoulder at Frank Davenport, flashing the baffle father a wicked smile and a wink. `` Well, I 'd hate to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can compute something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her mother 's head. B-Love then walked around Karen 's head and stood opposite Becky, facing the somewhat red-haired teen with his immense black cock swinging in above her mother 's boldness. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's dick as B-Love in crook reached over and resumed fingering the young redhead 's Virgo kitty ... her female parent 's case trapped between the two of them.

"Karen,"the doorknocker called out loudly enough for frankfurter to get a line."Do you have any thought on how we can get Becky here WETTER ?"

Karenic looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's hired hand, still fingering Becky 's dripping Virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big violet-blue heart and unfastened gasping mouth, inch from her young pussy and realized what was in memory board. The eager-to-please redhead looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my kitty ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a great musical theme ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched conception were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a expectant way for you to get expert and wet for BIG Negroid COCK, is n't that rightfield Karen ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karen gasped, staring at her girl's young red-haired pussycat. She bucked her hips… meeting Sarah's probing tongue and feeling her orgasm drawing closer and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your daughter too, and she 's eating YOUR pussy ! What's the dispute ?"

Sarah davenport, earreach and watching this upshot unfold, briefly raised her mouthpiece from her mother 's pussy. `` Yeah mom, what 's the difference ? '' Without waiting for a response, Sarah intensified her ravishment on her mother's married pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's clit as probed her mother 's pussy with her nimble Caucasian fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her hips wildly.

Seeing the wife and mother was close to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunts. He grabbed one of Karenic 's manpower and placing it on his cock, adjacent to Becky 's hand.

'' Feel THAT, Mrs. davenport ! '' the doorknocker bellowed. `` Feel how BIG and midst and LONG and HARD that jigaboo turncock IS ! THAT is a rattling MAN 'S prick ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the yearn ebony shaft along with her younger daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you WANT Becky to lose her virginity to REAL MAN ... a BLACK MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you require your daughter 's foremost cock to be a BIG BLACK peter ? Do n't YOU need to be fucked by a BIG BLACK tool tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her rose hip violently into Sarah 's look. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's articulatio radiocarpea in both deal and frantically grinding herself against his probing dactyl. `` YES ! FUCK ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the petite redheaded woodpecker around in his arms and getting her to kneel on the anchor desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful typeface.

'' Karen, no ! '' Frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to serve her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karenic 's husband 's words and used them for his own twist around purpose. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. davenport ! You came here to HELP your girl ! fountainhead, Becky needs your assistant right now ! Wo n't you help her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her body shaking as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her youngest girl 's virgin pussy, just inch from her face.

'' THEN TELL HER WHAT SHE demand TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` TELL HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER GOOD AND WET AND READY FOR total darkness FUCKING ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her body shaking with excitement as she felt her mother 's breath on her young pussy. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... release TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... HONEY ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big nigrify cock and opened her eyes, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink pussy hovering inches above her mouth. `` LET MOMMY ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one powerful arm around Becky 's slender ashen waistline and eased her down towards Karen 's open mouth.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's easygoing lips brushing against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's urgent buss on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her female parent 's eager tongue flick her piffling pink clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his natural language pushing into her lip while her female parent 's tongue pushed into her wet Virgo the Virgin twat.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT FEELS SOOO commodity ! ! ``

The nubile Melanerpes erythrocephalus began wiggling her hips, grinding her pussy into her beautiful mother 's hungry mouth. Becky 's tiny Caucasian manpower clutched B-Love 's vast pitch-black cock almost like a handle, hugging it against her flat white tummy and stroking it. Her bridge player were joined by her mother 's. B-Love 's black tool being long enough that there was ample elbow room for all four small white feminine script to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! Karen ! NO !"frankfurter Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was his only daughter eating his wife's kitty-cat, but now his younger girl was grinding her own twat into her mother 's mouth !

"Whiteboy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You cut off me again and I'll come over there and knock your fucking teeth out with my big spade dick !"

bust stung weenie Davenport 's horror-struck face as he watched his beautiful married woman and daughters eating each former 's pussy for the amusement of a bunch of disastrous tough. The tiny white erecting growing in his drawers, not to mention a cum-stain from earlier in the even, seemed to mock all of his protests.

Within just a few minutes Becky 's Edward Young, lithe gabardine organic structure began to buck violently. Becky continued grinding her sensitive, inexperienced cunt against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A strange feeling like pins and needles tickled her back and shoulders ... not to mention her pussy.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to scream. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH screwing ! FUCK ! '' The bantam redhead 's went very tense up then suddenly started to throw off violently, collapsing into B'Love 's herculean Negro frame. B-Love laughed, holding the young lady steady as she threw her head back and screamed out a loud, opaque cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW squat MOMMA ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE infant GIRL CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karenic was out of her mind with lust. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her pussy. The wife and mother 's damp shrieking were obvious, in nastiness of Becky 's grinding pussy on her mouth. Karen was cumming, hard !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soaking wet face from her mother 's pussy and gasped for air. `` She 's SO FUCKING WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR BLACK COCK ! ``

Big Mike looked at the view playing out in strawman of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in turn was eating out a tight-bodied red-header virgin with a killer ass ... mother and two daughter. He could n't drive it any more. With a mighty bellow, Big microphone blasted Sarah 's wet White River cunt with his sticky, thick load. The blond screamed.

Big microphone backed away from Sarah, his sweaty Negro pecs heaving with excitement, his deep brown heart wild with luxuria. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's font as she kissed B-Love 's chest and side. The huge rapper smiled at his partner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a proficient use for that little gripe 's sass. '' Big Mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's pussy, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big Mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's eyes, kissed her mouth, then pushed the petite redhead over on her face. Big mike lantern slide Karen and Sarah 's hidrosis, naked albumen bodies around on the desktop as B-Love did the same with Becky. The mother and daughter went hobble for their sinewy black lovers, allowing their consistency to be arranged into a into a triangle on the studio desk. As the studio apartment television camera followed every move, the three Davenport fair sex were moved into situation on the desk.

Karen found herself with her headland between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her head between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her head between her female parent 's legs.

'' Okay peeress. '' B-Love said. `` If you want black cock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a s 's hesitation, the mother and daughter dived into one another 's kitty, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to please their shameful captain. The fair sex needed no more suggestion or instruction. Karen and her daughter'long Patrick White limbs intertwined, their gentle Edward White deal caressing one another 's soft Elwyn Brooks White skin, their hungry mouths kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each other in an urgent, intense lesbian threesome softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio light source and leering studio cameras.

frank Davenport sat tied to his chair, sobbing as his family ... his wife ... his daughters ... debased and disgraced themselves on live tv set. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen kinsperson and came in his bloomers for the tierce time that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handcraft, watching the mother and daughters he 'd seduced having sex with each other. All three of the beautiful davenport women were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a black cock yet ! He could take his prize whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and idea began to forge.

Big Mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport charwoman having a vitiate lesbian triad. His cock was already starting to tighten again. He 'd be set up again soon enough.

Shemar was busy, still fucking the conquered 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't make any difference. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the architectural plan and that the security measure precaution that brought Becky in would be eagre to take a fissure at 'America 's knockout'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attention to the three Davenport women. A female parent, her virgin daughter, and her fallen slut daughter ... three women in entire ... and three bleak knocker. He took his center off the Davenport women for a here and now and looked over at Shemar and Big Mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to snog every inch of their beautiful ashen female parent 's naked eubstance. The two Stanford White baby kissed their way from Karen 's wet married kitty, up her soft white tummy, over her heaving white bosom, then up her cervix ... to her fount and mouth. Sarah turned her mother 's face to hers, pushing her wet pink clapper into Karen 's oral fissure. Then Sarah gently broke off the kiss and turned her mother 's cheek away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her female parent gently on the rim, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karen 's mouth as Sarah had done moments before. Sarah kissed her way back down her mother 's cervix, resting her pretty blonde head on Karenic 's left wing breast, sucking the hard pink nipple that had fed her as a baby. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red head on her mother 's right-hand bosom, kissing and sucking the heaving milky mound as Karen moaned softly. The two daughters'work force roamed all over their mother 's naked white consistency, but returned time and again to her dripping wet twat. Karen returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waistline, slipping her workforce down between each missy 's perfect ass cheeks and rubbing their hot Thomas Young puss from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving lily-white white meat, the virginal teen looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the vast, gruelling mordant putz. Becky 's once innocuous spicy center filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right wing now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karenic moaned. Her eyelids felt hard with lustfulness as she felt her girl 's small whitened hands exploring her zaftig white organic structure. Karen pushed her fingers deeper into her Virgin daughter 's pink slit and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so fucking wet ! You 're even wetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her pelvic girdle against her mother 's probing finger's breadth. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... nookie ! I ... I THINK I 'M gear up ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T CARE IF IT 'S WRONG, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG BLACK COCKS ! !

Karen Davenport opened her eyes, the smoky blue-violet ravisher filled with easy sex as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading face.

'' Oh honey ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not wrong ! IT 'S NOT WRONG AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE BLACK rapper ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D MAKE ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' hotdog Davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karen moaned. `` I did n't understand at first ... and I 'm sad ... but I sure as HELL understand now ... thanks to your babe ! '' Karen turned to her older daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO felicitous ! I ca n't WAIT to see you and Becky lose your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's statement. `` She 's had sex before ... with daddy. ``

'' daddy does n't look ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first fourth dimension mom will ever have sex with a genuine man ... with a REAL tool ... a BIG BLACK dick ! Is n't that right mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her profound white titty heaving with excitement as she stroked her daughters'pretty haircloth and looked around the room at all the sinewy disastrous macho-man in the studio apartment. The formerly prim and proper wife was overwhelmed with sexual agitation. `` All these men are SO practically FUCKING BIGGER than your Church Father ... it 'll be like my first clock time all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about daddy ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her father, then back at her mother.

Karen looked over at her hubby, his face dripping with travail, his pants wet, his small hard-on barely visible in his genitalia. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughter ravished by black men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done nothing. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chair ... never even putting up a scrap. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their daughters had been compelled to enthrall one another. All of it caught on television camera ... program on television set ! Karenic glanced at the tv camera still trained on her and her daughters. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughters. Mrs. Davenport considered her following words ... and legal action ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her virgin daughter 's big blue-blooded eye, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired female parent leaned in faithful and kissed her daughter deeply on the mouth. Her voice dropped to a whispering, but the studio apartment microphone and cameras still picked up her every word. `` We do n't want to worry about your Padre. He does n't matter ... marriage does n't matter ... saving yourself for man and wife does n't matter ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the photographic camera shot, his obscenely declamatory, rock-hard black cock level with the two pretty red-header'faces. Both female parent and daughter smiled. Karenic instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony rod, trying to wrap her slender white fingerbreadth around it 's heavy girth, failing to close completely around its thickness. Becky 's blue oculus widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's prick in her hand. The untried redhead leaned in closer, her breathing shallow. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's cock. The camera framed the snapshot beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that affair now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's flagitious shameful shaft in her tiny white hand. `` Big ... lightlessness ... COCK ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense bitch ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red hair as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the camera before adding. `` Why do n't we make it crystal unclutter for the people at dwelling house. ``

'' Tell me Mrs Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the program. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest daughter throw away her engagement ? ``

'' BIG BLACK turncock ! '' Karen cried out without hesitation.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger girl to the studio tonight, that made her SO quick to yield up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's married name drip tortuously from his tongue. `` Tell us what brought YOU to the studio tonight and has YOU make to wander your wedding vows ? ``

'' BIG ... blackamoor ... COCK ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's cock in her hand.

'' tinker's damn RIGHT ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at Frank Davenport. `` TELL HIM ! TELL YOUR HUSBAND WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so lust drunk she could barely concentre her eyes as she looked across the studio and into her pathetic husband 's appal face. `` I 'm about betray our hymeneals vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... THICK ... HOT ... BLACK ... spade ... putz ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one farseeing middle finger to the Frank davenport, then the tv camera. B-Love 's finger was longer than most blanched men 's fully erect penises ... and it was slick with Becky Davenport 's twat juices, and just a bit of her roue.

'' So lots for your ripe family values, Theodore Harold White U.S.A. ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and watch while your wife and daughters BEG to be FUCKED by BIG BLACK NIGGA COCK ! ``

The heat in the TV studio apartment was acute, not just from the studio lights, but from the physical structure hotness generated by the debauched interracial orgy unfolding in front of the camera. The picture was being propagate know across the country was high definition range of high contrasting human body tones, a full coloring material picture of dark and Caucasian anatomy. The"Whole truth"linchpin desk was a mass of naked, writhing bodies… hard black heftiness and soft white peel, shining with stew. All of the men involved were calamitous, most of them members of the rap chemical group"Black phallus ”. All of the fair sex involved were white, but they came from a smorgasbord of background knowledge.

Just a few hours earlier, the beautiful blond television conferrer and word correspondent Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap radical"Black Phallus ”. Within minutes, those rappers had introduced the beloved married white journalist to the intense power of black cock. The curvy Edward Douglas White Jr. reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on know television, along with her pretty brunette makeup artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah Davenport, had joined the rappers'manager Tom Watkins at the anchorperson desk and taken over the broadcast. Having already been seduced by black he-man the previous night, Sarah soon stripped off her own clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took portion in the interracial saturnalia unfolding in the studio… knowing good well that it was being broadcast into homes across America… including her parents'home !

Sarah's sister, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Black Phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the group's explicit words titillated her and the pure white stripling had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the group. She learned far to a greater extent than she could have imagined. She saw them seduce not only Jessica McFarland, but video footage of her sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of headphone conversations with her sister and an anonymous Negroid stud, Becky davenport was lured to the studio that night to give up her virginity to one of these black studs. She'd had no approximation that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karen Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come abode and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching interracial pornography that masqueraded as a ‘ music telecasting ’. As if that weren't outrageous enough, Karen then realized that the telecasting in query starred her older girl, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her room, the wife and mother continued watching her television in shock. The rapper on television had their way with the passably white journalist, a master white woman just like Karen, who seemed to enjoy every bit of being used as a black scantling's sexual toy. Soon Karen's shock turned to titillation. So rapt by the event unfolding on her TV CRT screen, Karenic didn't notice Becky slip out of the house until the virginal teen was speeding out of the private road. Karen instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her husband for helper. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to stop Becky from doing something awful… but rich down, there was a hidden Truth. When Karenic and her husband arrived at the studio, they were in fourth dimension to stop Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly overwhelmed deal of the black studs in the studio and the smell of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to cease either one of her daughters, but not only that…she wanted to join them ! The studs weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughters tease and seduce her, making her mock her husband, making her give them her nuptials ring, and offer them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The studs from Negro Phallus reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married Andrew Dickson White journalist on dwell TV, they'd snagged her physical composition artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the journalist's personal supporter, who they'd seduced the late day. They'd turned the assistant into such a slut that she betrayed not only her party boss, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her vestal sister and conservative mother into the rapper'mephistophelian clutch pedal ! Now all five beautiful white women were now professing their desire and cultism to bootleg rooster on live television… and two of the gripe hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and Virgo the Virgin's tour, and B-Love, loss leader of the rap grouping, had something special planned.

"All right everybody, listen up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one hand stroking his huge black tool, while the other fingered his necklace made of white women's ringing."It's meter for Mrs. davenport and Becky here to get some nigga cock in those piddling T. H. White pussies ! This here is a virgin and her moms, and let's not block big baby is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out instructions for everybody to assume their optimum spot ‘ on stagecoach ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to transmit Heather, the brunet make-up fille, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, blockheaded contraband appendage still buried in her snatch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his arse, guiding the naked tweed correspondent over to another black stud, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her boldness lit up with a big smiling when she looked down and saw the grim scantling's pecker was just as farsighted and duncish as Shemar's. The blonde beauty grasped her new lover's hammer in helping hand as the two took a place at the far end of the anchor desk, next to Tom and Becky. Becky's phone macho-man gave a flying glance at the young redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the macho-man that had seduced her over the speech sound, enthralled by the attentions of B-Love, Karen, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and Black Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her condemnation lead off quietly, seeing that her phone stud poker grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all good girl."The rivet said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news desk and slapped her bare ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me get around in that little Virgo the Virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your first base butt-fucking later tonight, baby dolly !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the possible action that she might be fucked in her ass ! The opinion scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The studhorse laughed, then shoved his cock deep into Jessica McFarland's white ass, causing the journalist to scream out and pound the desk slowly.

"OH fuck !"Jessica cried out, clenching her tooth, her big low-spirited center going all-embracing and looking up into a nearby camera that was capturing every minute and transmitting it to televisions across the nation. One such idiot box could be found in a waiting room down the anteroom from the studio apartment. There, Jessica's husband was locked in, forced to watch in revulsion as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a Negroid cock nookie toy. He now simply stared at the CRT screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three Davenport cleaning woman, Karen and her daughters Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center area of the glass top newsworthiness desk, their beautiful naked white bodies huddled together. Karen davenport sat on the desk, her weapon system draped over her girl'au naturel shoulders as the two girls knelt on either English of her, their arms around her waist. The three naked Black rappers converged and moved side-by-side towards the white mother and daughters. The three adult female looked up at them, eyes filled with nervous lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his grievous black cock in one hand as he stepped towards the three char."Who's going to be first ? The loving Patrick Victor Martindale White wife, or the pure Andrew Dickson White virgin ?"

Mr. davenport, Karen's married man and the begetter of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby hot seat and watched as three naked, heavily muscled bootleg men approached his family. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these pitch-black bastards… he'd seen his married woman Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky hope her virginity to them… and there was naught he could do but ascertain. Now, again, he could do cypher but sentry as the three rappers took their piazza in front of the ‘ his'miss and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalize his abasement. Karenic and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these black punk rapper ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so well-chosen for so many years, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY afford herself and their younger daughter to these tough they'd just met hr ago ... the same Joseph Black men who had seduced their oldest daughter ? No ! Even now dog refused to believe it. Even now, frank thought he might be able to check this incubus if he could just ... get through ...

"Karen !"Frank screamed plaintively, trying to ignore B-Love's earlier threats of violence."love, PLEASE ! open air YOUR middle ! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR FAMILY !"

Karen didn't respond to hotdog's pleas. She didn't really even find out them. By now she was completely under the spell of the three sinister rappers standing proud and defenseless before her and her daughter. Her big reddish blue oculus scanned their darkness, rippling muscular chests, then dropped downward. Karenic let slip a faint whimper as she looked at the three magnificent black cocks that swung at her eye-level barely one-and-a-half feet from her face.

B-Love glanced back at Frank triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an chance for a bit more fun.

"Mrs. Davenport, your husband asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karen murmured, as if woken from a spell, but not taking her eyes off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at Frank, then looked back down at Karen."He wants you to take a LONG, HARD feeling at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her eyes darting from B-Love's turncock, to Shemar's, to Big microphone's… back and forth."Long. Hard !"Karen dropped her arm from Sarah's shoulder and began to rub her own pussy as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"KAREN !"wiener whined."Can't you see this is damage ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big blacken peter in his paw."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it gamy, stroking it in his prominent black hand, showing off cock's length, girth, and hardness, mocking frank's dissent.

"doe this look wrong to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of rustle as she stared at B-Love's peter. She dropped her former arm from Becky's shoulders, and now began to rub her pussy with both handwriting."That doesn't aspect wrong at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their female parent, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their pussies while staring at the big black rappers'cocks.

"KAREN !"Frank yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! consider ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR family unit !"

B-Love brought his huge turncock upward, the thick apple-sized brownness head barely just a foot from her face.

"Yeah Karenic. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking hotdog's Christian Bible by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR home !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thought of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her full white breasts heaving with upheaval as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the doorknocker'vast black erecting and rubbed her pussy frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's huge black turncock, a foot long and the coloration of deep chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's cock, just as foresightful, but a bit thinner and lighter in people of color, almost like chocolate with cream. She then looked over at Big Mike's cock, wickedness brown and so THICK… a bit myopic than B-Love's turncock, but still MUCH larger than frankfurter's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were more than TWICE the size of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL THREE of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the doorknocker'erection."All tercet of you are TWICE AS LARGE as Frank !"

Frank heard the excitement in his wife's vox and his heart sank. He knew she was beyond his attempts at reasoning. He was about to lose the cleaning lady he loved to these sadistic hoodlum doorknocker. Frank began to cry, not in masculine reserved tear, but heaving shit. Desperate to barricade them, frankfurter tried to think of what he could do to preclude his married woman from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"Frank sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"hotdog nearly choked on his tears."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her father's behavior."looking, daddy's CRYING now !"

"daddy, stop it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her virgin puss frantically on live television while staring at Big Mike's huge black-market penis.

"frank, cool it down."Karen admonished her husband."Stop thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should desire the C. H. Best for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it upright myself, Mrs. Davenport."B-Love smiled."The topper is exactly what you're gon na get … the best fucking you've ever had in your lily White person lives, and it's gon na be from a BIG, blackness, stopcock. All three of you, mother and girl, side by side, all three gettin'FUCKED by NIGGA THUG rapper ! Now THAT'S the fucking BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her wide violet eyes darting hungrily from one big blackamoor cock to the succeeding."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big mike chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na fuck who ?"B-Love asked himself out meretricious, glancing at Frank davenport, malevolently taunting the disappointed married man and father."Which one am I going to fuck first ? His big-titty wife or his virgin girl ?"

"Why don't we let momma decide ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. Davenport, why don't YOU pick which one of these big nigga cocks is gon na vitiate your cherubic virgin Becky, and which one is gon na fuck that hot married white-hot pussy of YOURS ! The early will be fucking Sarah, right beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her replete milky breasts heaving excitedly."H…how will I chose ?"

"tactile property ‘ em bitch."Big microphone grunted."Stroke these nigga dicks, give ‘ em a squeeze, feel how severe and THICK we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big Mike's hammer, stroking one in each of her tiny white hands."God…you're all so…SO…"Karenic couldn't finish her sentence. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"rushing mom."Sarah said, wantonly, dying to see her mother and sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her dispirited lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's cock as she fingered her cunt."Oh God…hurry."

Karen sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big Mike's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own huge turncock closer to Karen's face. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's cock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how much of his cock was still visible outside her grip.

"well Mrs. Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karen looked up the knocker towering over her, his reflective sunglasses mirroring her observation. She saw herself raw, stroking his huge fateful cock. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her nuptials ring… Sarah's engagement annulus. His trophy. Karen glanced over at Becky's promise tintinnabulation, the symbol of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her tiny white hand as she frantically rubbed her puss. It was so pretty… but would look so much prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karen's eyeline and smiled. He knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him, and knew what he was thinking too.

"Yes."he said quietly. It was all the program line she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karen said, looking up at B-Love's serene, confident Shirley Temple face."springiness mommy your hope ring."

Becky hesitated just for a second, her eyes widening with realization when she saw her mother's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal redheaded woodpecker quickly lifted her hand from her pussy and pulled the tintinnabulation from her finger, handing it to her female parent with almost comical speed.

Karenic held Becky's ring in the palm of her hand and studied it. It was so pretty, the atomic number 78 lot so finespun, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's best for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's sassing broadened into a joyous, brilliant grinning."You are truly a wondrous mother."He said, taking the ring from Mrs. Davenport's trembling white hand. B-Love gently slipped the tintinnabulation over the broken end of Sarah's engagement band, next to Mrs Davenport's wedding halo. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the defenseless mother and daughters before him on the desk.

"okeh Karenic, you've selected me to be the commencement man to eff your pretty virgin daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the camera. He stepped back from Karen, letting Big Mike and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR first real man ?"

Karen looked back and forth between Big Mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a openhanded fount, liquid café caffe latte pelt, mesomorphic chest of drawers, and a big blackness tool. He looked like he would be gentle, in maliciousness of his sinewy figure. Then Karen considered Big Mike. While all three of the rappers were muscular, Big Mike was just fucking huge, like a black hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His berm looked like they were three feet across. His pectoral brawniness were huge, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominals, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his cock. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so thick, almost like a cola can. She reached forward with both of her hand, taking a doorknocker's hammer in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, callosity, girth. Again she marveled at their size, the way their skin color contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You better piece fast momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over nigh to Becky and stroked her blushing cheek with a right black handwriting."otherwise, they might BOTH bonk you at the Saami time… and I'm not sure you can handle all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karenic gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two cock in her hands."Together ! ?"Karenic's intellect flooded with simulacrum of herself being ravished by both of these studs at the same clip, their vast shaft pistoning in and out of her body… beloved God, what would it be like ?

"Oh Hell no !"Sarah protested, snapping her female parent out of her reverie."Don't you DARE accept both of them ! I need more dark tool !"

"Yeah baby, one for now."Big microphone chuckled."If you want to get crazy later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll triple team you and make you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big reddish blue heart going all-inclusive and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning face. She shivered at the thought of all three black men fucking her at once. The thought excited her… and so did Big Mike's audacity.

Karen's hullabaloo did not go unnoticed by Big microphone.

"piece of ass yeah !"Big Mike laughed. The seduced white wife was responding to his dirty talk, and he ran with it.
"You like that idea, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed livid cunt, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your pussycat is as tight as hers ? Tell me momma, is it ? Is your cunt as pixilated as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a REAL man in that pussycat yet, have you ? Sarah may have been a Virgo yesterday, but she's had a few niggas inside of her in the lowest twenty-four hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG spade peter !"

Big Mike's dirty talk worked like a charm on the beautiful housewife. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residue on Big mike's pecker as her girl's own kitty juices. The fluid slipped from under Karen's finger's breadth as she stroked the huge melanise rooster in her manus. As much as this thought should stimulate repulsed Karen… it did exactly the antonym. She looked down at the fat black cock in her tiny white handwriting. She couldn't even close her fingers around its cinch ! She knew she had to have it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big mike and taking his cock in both hands."I want YOU to be my first… REAL man !"

"FUCK YEAH babe !"Big mike hollered."Big microphone gon na instruct you FOR REAL why your girl are goin'blackamoor ! BITCH, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE SAME !"

Big microphone couldn't assistance but leer at Karenic's husband across the studio. Frank Davenport hung his heading low and stared at the level, unable to observe anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! Come here and FUCK ME with your BIG lightlessness COCK ! Take me while your male child fuck my mom and sister !"

"Hell yeah !"Shemar laughed."This gripe is quick to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone horn as he moved forward, placing his large Joseph Black hand on Becky's bare Patrick White knees, then sliding them over her soft, creamy thighs, spreading them and exposing her virgin sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta rapper whose music she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ repellant'pipe dream about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The Lapplander man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch blacken cock just about one groundwork away from her vulnerable unspoiled snatch. Suddenly, at that moment, that shaft looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fancy of being deflowered by a huge black pecker, the reality was just now hitting habitation. Becky's inexperienced young judgement flooded with interrogation. Was she really cook ? Could she address it ? Did she really require this ? It was all too much. She panicked, beginning to buck and squirm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the mighty nigrify rapper.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasps that built into frenetic screams."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S GOING TO FUCK ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, mum !"B-Love called to Karen."child girl is getting low temperature metrical unit. You want to help me fix this ?"

"calm down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her flighty daughter, but never taking her eye off Big Mike's throbbing Shirley Temple Black tool."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't roll in the hay this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her female parent's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the reverence in her daughter's big wild blue yonder eyes. She immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

"I'm sorry sweetie !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tone. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hair, then gently kissed her younger daughter's forehead."Don't be afraid, mommy's here for you ! Everything's going to be okay ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her Loretta Young bare tit quivering as her chest heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're eighteen Becky, you're a big young woman now, you can do anything you put your psyche to."Karenic cooed,"Be brave ! mummy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be enough Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe mummy hiss's got to show her baby boo how to fly for the first time !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little more steering from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to manoeuvre by big nigga cock into your girl's sweetened white Virgo the Virgin pussy !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rampant black hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked fiery pussy. She imagined her diminished whitened hand grasping the rock-hard peter and slipping it into Becky's private flexure. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, gentle eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me help too ! Please."

"You bet young woman !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your sister get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty hands under Becky's lissom white weapon and cupping her business firm snowy titty, pulling her lilliputian white dead body back along the desk and driving the slender Aythya americana to lie back. Sarah bent forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her hands on Becky's articulatio humeri, compelling her sister to preserve laying back.

"It's fine sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO good !"

Not waiting for Karenic's response, Big mike bodily lifting her sonsy chassis off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karen was, Big microphone's right Shirley Temple Black muscularity handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed nothing at all. He bent the buxom red-haired ravisher over the desk, her full, milky white breasts pressed against the cold chicken feed screen background, her men resting on Becky's bare white second joint, and her face hovering above Becky's hot wet cunt. She felt Big mike's vast dick slap against her ass, then slew along the outer edge of her super-sensitive slit back talk. Karen's purple eyes dissipate all-inclusive open at the unbelievable sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to draw Big Mike's cock into her wet married pussy.

Big Mike pulled back though, teasing Karen's cunt brim with the tip of his immense, thick cock.

"Easy young lady. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG lightlessness DICK,"Big mike said, rubbing his hot, intemperately cock head up and down Karenic davenport's smooth whiteness ass and rap slit backtalk,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The television camera moved in, following the action closely. One camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up girl as they watched from the former end of the desk, they're black lovers still fucking them from behind. The studio apartment crew was recording everything they could for alternate slant and takes that could be released later on DVDs and website. The two early cameras in the studio were focused on the davenport women, and their conquest at the hands of the Black phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his prick just over a infantry from Karenic's face.

"Take my pecker in your hired man Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knees and spreading her branch."scout my black prick into your daughter's white virgin cunt. Give me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karenic whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big mike encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her smooth curvey white ass with his muscular back hands, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass nerve to discover Karen's wet, hungry married slit.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big microphone's rough, substantial hands rubbing her soft white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big microphone's script slip away. Karen was about to turn around and protest when she suddenly felt something pressing against her pussy lips, then beginning to slew interior. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing mavin, desperate for more intimate striking. Her movement was rewarded by the feeling of something thick slipping into her wet pink cunt, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! piece of tail ME !"Karen moaned at Big microphone, while looking into Becky's wide blue eyes."YES ! Your tool is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her cunt walls stretching to reconcile Big Mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big Mike laughed out gimcrack."squawk, that ain't my cock ! That's just a couple of my finger's breadth ! Shit, how fucking SMALL is your husband anyway ?"

Karenic looked over her shoulder and saw that indeed, Big mike's cock was in his helping hand, while his other hand was down between Karenic's legs, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me beef,"Big mike tapped Karen's ass playfully with his midst, rock hard black pecker."When I put THIS inside you, you'll nooky KNOW !"

"Please ... Please fuck me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will coddle, but first you need to help your daughter get hers."Big Mike whispered quietly, in his mystifying gravelly voice."Every inch you give her…Big mike will hold YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still set over the desk and holding her sister's shoulders, and whispered in her ear."Help ‘ em out girl. afford them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat black cockhead pushing into her Cy Young lily-white body."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her mother and sister on the threshold being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her cunt."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! avail her see the verity !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."scout my shaft into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue eyes welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

Looking her daughter rightfield in the eye, Karen reached a trembling hand out and grasped B-Love's thick pitch blackness prick in her trembling E. B. White paw. The rapper stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her mother pointed his dick at her Virgo the Virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in mental rejection."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her voice trailed off, Becky's mind so conflicted between fear and lust she found herself unable to mold tenacious sentences. In spite of her mental mental confusion, her physical structure was responding very positively to Becky's environment. Her lightly freckled bod flushed pink with excitement and she began to buck her hips involuntarily, causing her firm, Pres Young breasts to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock almost as if in a trance and easing the rapper closer and closer to her virgin red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big Mike cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a third digit in her hot wet cunt."Get that shaft inside her, and I get this putz inside you."He tapped Karen on the ass again with his fat, fleshy black cock.

Becky stared at the huge black-market cock in her mother's hand."Yes."She breathed, her Pres Young dresser heaving, making the land site of her quivering tits ever more tantalizing. Her big blue eyes darted back and Forth between her female parent's beautiful white brass and B-Love's beautiful disastrous cock. Then, Becky glimpsed a chassis between her mother and B-Love… a build in the back terra firma, tied to a chair. Her Father of the Church."delay ! What about…"

"What about what steady ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing black penis finisher to Becky's Thomas Young Theodore Harold White cunt as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our house ?"Becky asked, her big blue middle darting back and Forth between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karen said."Mommy's right here, and she loves you ! Sarah's here, and she loves you too ! We want the BEST for you Becky ! Don't you still want THE BEST ?"

"Oh God…Mom…yes."Becky whimpered… then again glanced at her father, and whispered."But…what about… daddy ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the hammer in her hand, feeling Big Mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"Daddy !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her read/write head and glancing at her vote out, deject husband, still tied to a chairperson off tv camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her face back towards Becky and nodding towards dog Davenport, tied to his president.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh beloved !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's earnestness."I don't really care. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to worry about ‘ daddy'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to control she held Becky's wax attention, her mother gently lifted B-Love's hammer upward, pointing it to the studio apartment ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its length. Making sealed her girl was watching, Karenic then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's backbreaking black-market balls, then gently slid her tongue up each blackened inch of B-Love's foot-long cock.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the raft of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's favorite doorknocker's enormous black rooster. As she watched her female parent reached the tip of B-Love's hammer, Becky watched her roll her tongue around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own natural language out, licking her mouth slowly, as if trying to match her mother's technique.

Karen then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her dewy-eyed. The studio cameras closed in on the action mechanism, studying the exchange between mother and daughter.

"Well ?"Karen asked, awaiting an response to her question as she lowered B-Love's glistening black shaft and pointed its pulsating apple-sized head directly at Becky's vestal pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her late caravan of thought.

"Do you opine we need to worry about pa anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring pie-eyed at B-Love's rearing opprobrious cock.

Karen smiled."Are you ready now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's cock. Just then, Becky saw a beading of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the mucilaginous chopper fluid contrasting with the purple-ish Brown head. Becky's big blue air eyes widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… protection ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his mind slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her daughter's face and shaking her psyche sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to take a crap him put a safe on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing astragal of pre-cum forming on B-Love's dick tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's cock again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected puss. The bead of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching downwards and hanging from B-Love's cock for a few seconds, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed pussy lips ! Becky gasped at the sentience of the hot, thick semen sliding down her inexperient pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big down eye looked down past her young, slender white body, over her pert, creamy breasts, over her flat clean tummy, over her fiery red Virgin pussy, between her spread ovalbumin thighs and up at the HUGE smutty cock that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her female parent stroke B-Love's pecker, forcing another pearl of pre-cum to form at its tip, bigger this time, the pearly white fluid began to seep from the rapper's engorged ebony tree erecting and gently sputtering across Becky's naked ashen body.

"No…no…NO prophylactic !"Becky gasped, her moderately pap heaving as her breathing began to quicken."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just fuck me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"commodity girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's shaft, motioning him to step forward and arrogate his Virgin pillage ! She glanced over her shoulder at Big mike, who was still stroking his turncock and waving it teasingly over Karen's round white ass. He nodded his approval and backed up slightly, letting his Brobdingnagian, throbbing black cock drop downward and between Karen's legs. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her bootleg master, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the fuck so desperately treasured. She felt the tip of Big mike's hot, fat, turncock mind teasing her hot, hungry pussy lips, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. mammy loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still nervous but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's nice girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now pass yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the Brobdingnagian pitch-black dick that her mother held barely one inch from her young virgin bitch. Shivering, her bureau panting with excitement, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her articulatio coxae. Then, a half a second later, for the first meter in her life, Becky davenport felt the touch of a MAN'S shaft on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sensation of B-Love's throbbing blackamoor cock head lightly running along the distance of Becky's soft pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH FUCK ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - portion twenty dollar bill ONE : ilk MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER"

frankfurter davenport sat tied to a chair in a KNEN television studio watching in lost repugnance as three punk knocker shattered his integral worldly concern, barely able to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That morning frank had had the utter ovalbumin suburban life. He worked as a spring chicken minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a family that respected and followed his spiritual belief. His cover girl wife Karen worked as a sound secretary and had given him two beautiful girl. Their oldest girl, Sarah, was engaged to a successful vernal businessman and held a honored job as administrator assistant to the idiot box intelligence maven Jessica McFarland. His vernal daughter, Becky, was soon to graduate richly schoolhouse and had recently been accepted to an Ivy League university. Frank could not have got been more prouder of his family.

That afternoon hotdog was at a church meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost uncomprehensible, but insisting their girl were in danger and demanding weenie come nursing home immediately. hot dog raced domicile to find Karen standing in front of their house. Before he could pull into the driveway, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering Frank to drive to the KNEN network studio, where their oldest daughter worked. Karen, her case blushing, chest heaving, and eyes glazed over in electrical shock, launched a frenzied report as Frank swarm. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described witnessing, each point Karen described was more horrible than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, intent on saving their daughter'individual. It all seemed so unreal, yet when Frank arrived at the studio apartment, he witnessed the horrible reality with his own middle. Just as his wife had described, hot dog saw a grouping of gravid, muscular calamitous men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's diary keeper Jessica McFarland and a Danton True Young brunette Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. hotdog had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his daughter.

Frank saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure young woman he'd watched her grown up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning white hussy allowing herself to be ravaged by a disastrous man at the studio apartment ground tackle desk. Seeing this, hotdog immediately feared that his younger daughter, Becky, might be in store for the same lot. His fears proved excuse import later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a flimsy bra and panties and announced her desire to lose her virginity yet another one these famished black men. frank begged Becky to retain her virginity, but his protests were ignored as both his girl and their fellow instead focused their aid on Frank's wife. Karen had accompanied wienerwurst into the studio, and like him was witnessing her daughters riot with her own eyes. Now, dog was subjected to his girl'twit as they brazenly challenged their female parent to either support their male parent's protest, or submit herself to the torrid, interracial debauchery. To hotdog's horror, his loving married woman quickly succumbed to her daughters'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in extraordinary sexual congress with these perverted smutty devils. When Frank tried to intervene more forcefully he was tied to a president and forced lookout man as photographic camera circled the soundstage, devouring the activeness like a pack of hungry beast and broadcasting every moment to television and internet. Screams, moans, and other guttural noise reverberated all around the studio set.

In the centre of the studio, on a large glass anchorperson desk, a scene of naked, unbridled drunken revelry unfolded under the hot lightness.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunet make-up girlfriend, heather, were both bent-grass over one end of the long, glass anchor desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very turgid black men. At the other end of the looking glass tabular array, dog Davenport's wife and daughters were engaging each of the three blackamoor rappers, all of them together, all of them naked. Frank watched his wife and daughters… unable to stop their debase demeanor, unable to attend away from it, and ineffectual to suppress the modest erection growing in his bloomers which betrayed his primal credence of blackened male dominance. Tonight, wienerwurst Davenport, along with the rest of America, was learning the"Whole true statement"about fateful men's sexual office.

Sarah, frankfurter's older daughter, stood on one leg behind the linchpin desk, lifting her other foot off the base and resting her genu on the background, spreading her legs for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hips as he slowly thrust his midst, umber hammer in and out of her jolly blonde pussy.

The rapper took their sentence with Frank davenport's married woman and new daughter, building intimate tautness, partly for display, partly to further tickle the previously conservative egg white women. Neither Becky nor her female parent had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any Leslie Townes Hope wienerwurst Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the field glass desktop in movement of and under Sarah. Her immature, lissome, naked white organic structure practically glowed under the studio lightness. Her somewhat red-haired foreland was cradled in her honest-to-goodness babe's lenify hand. Frank had watched as the rappers'loss leader, B-Love, approached Becky's vibration, vulnerable white body. Frank saw his daughter's big puritanic heart lock onto the doorknocker's flagitious sinister cock, rock hard and hanging ominously between her spread white knee joint. Becky was a virgin, never knowing the feeling of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously orotund. Having originally been an eager player, Becky suddenly looked unsettled. weenie had latched onto this intimation of hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

hotdog's supplication were mocked by the knocker, who decided to play Becky's mother against her forefather in a sprain battle of wills for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only provide Karen to be fucked by black men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karenic to maneuver his cock into Becky's pussy.

This, hot dog Davenport had thought, would surely be too outrageous and disgusting of an act for Karen to bear. Sarah might have been lost, but Frank clung to the desperate hope that Karen would get along to her common sense and keep open their daughter and herself from the clutches of these disgusting thugs.

frankfurter was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife bent-grass over the desk, next to their sometime daughter, then leaned across their vernal girl's naked Andrew D. White body. Karenic's clayey, soft white knocker gently grazed her Becky's 2-dimensional albumen tummy and creamy white thigh. Using one hired man, Karen stroked Becky's frontal bone and silky red hairsbreadth. With her other hand, Karenic reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony pecker. Her nimble finger quickly circled the rock-hard shaft, though its compact girth prevented her fingertips from meeting. A pale mark on one fingerbreadth betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding ring, given to B-Love as a keepsake of her new loyalty to him. Gently gripping the huge dim weapon in her tiny white manus, Karenic began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her female parent and sister.

Another doorknocker, an ebony-skinned muscular giant called"Big Mike"stood behind Karen. This hulking black thug stroked Karen's silken red haircloth and defenseless White person body with his dark, meaty paw. The tip of his own ebony humanity, rivaling the monstrous sizing of B-Love's, teased Karenic's hungry, get hitched with pussy. The knocker tormented the white housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his cock up and down the distance of her combustion pussy lips, working her into a do-or-die sexual frenzy, further persuading her to do exactly what the rapper wanted. Karen responded increasing the focal ratio of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing black fellow member towards her young daughter's virgin cunt. B-Love took a footfall forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flat blank potbelly and little red-haired muffin with his Brobdingnagian, black hand.

Becky craned her cervix, supported by her Sister's gruntle paw, to see the tip of B-Love's turgid disgraceful cock moving faithful and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the Brobdingnagian black cock in their female parent's tiny white hand as she guided it closer and closer towards its cute trophy. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscles in his abdomen, making his huge cock twitch and jump in Karenic's manus like a raging, rampant beast, threatening to go wild. All three women gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his eyes open, trying to be strong, but he didn't want to watch the ‘ degradation'of his wife and daughters any longer. He tried to grow away from the scene on the linchpin desk, but every where he turned, studio monitoring device in his line of vision displayed unlike camera angles of the ‘ activeness'unfolding a few foundation away… the ‘ defilement'of his precious daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one monitor, he heard his costly sweet Becky express mail unbelief that her mother was actually going to help these rappers… Frank thought, yet again, this might break everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their daughter this was the right-hand affair to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

Frank turned away from the monitor in horror, only to encounter himself looking at another monitor, with another camera angle. There, hotdog heard his married woman and daughter talking about him. He heard his cute kitten express concern for his feelings… for the portion of their family. Again, his married woman dissuaded Becky of her righteous worry, distracting her tending with a shocking display… smooching and sucking the nauseous Negroid tough's cock as Becky watched !

Frank turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another monitor, hotdog saw a close-up of thick drops of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's cock's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thighs and red-haired Virgo cunt ! He heard Becky ask about a condom, only for her mother to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with hullabaloo … Bucking her hips, arching her book binding, lifting her perfect ass off the surface of the tabular array and bringing her Virgo pussy finisher to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, black cock… and BEGGING him to jazz her !

Finally, Frank sat staring at the monitor in a DoS of jar as the camera closed in on the moment that his precious Cy Young Becky lost her virginity to a black rapper on live telly.

The silver screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired puss, it's beautiful garden pink sheep pen shining with her fervor, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if thirsty for that thug's defilement. Then, from one side of the screen, the pounding, dripping Negroid head of that monstrous sinister cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily bloodless hand. The studio was so restrained you could see a pin driblet. Karenic Davenport's used two finger's breadth to gently stroked her girl's dripping virgin cunt lips, then gently part them opening her daughter's finespun folds as her early hired hand brought the rapper's atrocious black cock that final inch.

A thick, white glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's cock. Karen gently shook the stopcock, letting the ivory drip from the cock header and slide down over Becky's virginal kitty-cat. Becky moaned loudly. Another beadwork of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's prick.

This time, however, Karenic did not stimulate the stud's shaft.

This time, Karen spread her daughter's pussy lips with one hand and used the other to gently, purposely, guided the oozing, throbbing black cock's tip directly into Becky's virgin sheepcote !

******

Becky Davenport's reaction was straightaway and extreme. The intimate tension was too much for the red-aired teen to bear. Her body shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the slightest touch of that regal black cock on her pink Virgin kitty-cat. Becky screamed, arching her back, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's whole apple-sized cock head to slew into her virgin cunt !

"OH fuck"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine pussy opened for the showtime time by inaugural in of B-Love's foot-long contraband cock ! camera captured that moment of first liaison and the wild look in Becky davenport's big blue eyes, broadcasting her blow and inflammation out to television in dwelling across America.

"OH ... .OH ass ! !"Karen cried out loud at the same moment, as she felt Big mike's full-length girth slipping into her get hitched with whiteness cunt.

Big Mike had waited anxiously behind Karen as she guided B-Love's cock head into her Becky's virgin snatch. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown cock head slipped past Becky's outer lips Big microphone anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her puss and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karen moaned, bucking her across-the-board White River hips backward against Big mike, unquiet to take Sir Thomas More of his cock inside her. He was only about one or two in in, but he was so a lot thicker than her hubby that Karenic could already finger an orgasm building ! In her upheaval, Karenic's grasp on B-Love's diaphysis loosened ... and the rapper took advantage of the fact by letting another inch of his grievous contraband cock into Becky's vestal snatch !

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sensation a bare three in of THICK black cock pushing into her Virgin cunt had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this potent adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of course. She'd masturbated listening to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the realism was SO different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen Davenport screamed as she felt Big Mike drive two more in of his fat smuggled rod into her married kitty. His knock-down black men grasped Karen's wide-eyed hips and lifted her buxom white ass upwards, forcing Karen's face downward. Karenic braced herself against the glass desk, her good flannel breasts pressing against the sang-froid transparent open. She glimpsed a studio camera operator under the desk, filming her with a handheld photographic camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the camera lens for a moment, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on live television. Karen moaned, biting her turn down lip and again grabbed the Qaeda of B-Love's hammer shaft and continued guiding B-Love's cock into her daughter's Virgo pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her daughter Becky screech."He's.. so… trench !"

"deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced white teen."Shit little girl, it's only a duad in. I ain't even busted your hymen yet ! God DAMN you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own naked image as B-Love forcefully pushed another in of his cock into her Virgo the Virgin slit. She looked down over her flatbed white pot, seeing that indeed, almost ten inch of B-Love's monstrous fateful dick had not yet penetrated her youth white body. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virgin pussy. It was taut, so tight Becky could have sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his rooster ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then pain. Her big grim eyes widened with sudden scare as her incertitude returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to tear me apart !"Becky bucked her hips violently forcing B-Love's prick to slip one's mind from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to hold her babe's shoulders. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to calm her untried baby."It's okay. It'll injure a little at first. It did live on Nox, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE black peter between her pegleg. At that moment, it all seemed so frightening."I don't… I don't know…"

Big Mike lifted Karen up, driving another column inch of his slurred blackness fellow member into her voluptuous white body. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's categorical Edward D. White tummy… which in round, pinned Becky to the desktop.

Karenic Davenport was in her own cosmos, completely oblivious to her untested daughter's panic attack, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so effective, so FULL in her life. Karen caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the studio reminder and saw that Big mike had at to the lowest degree another six inches of cock that he had yet to give her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big Mike's hammer slowly slipping out of her kitty !

"roll in the hay ME !"Karenic screamed, desperate for the rest of the rapper's peter."DON'T STOP ! PLEASE !"

Karenic tried to back her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her daughter's cries and saw that B-Love's cock had slipped out of Becky's pussy.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karen looked up at B-Love. He said cypher to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could get wind the awe and panic in her daughter's voice. She knew she should help Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that bit was getting that amazing black cock inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky deflower everything ! Karen knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her warmest, motherly tone. She looked into her daughter's nervous face, big blue oculus full phase of the moon of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her eye locked on B-Love's shaft. She stared at it, her young white body shaking.

"Honey, you can intercept if that's what you really want to…"Karen said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her forehead,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karen said, emphatically, feeling a flashing of resentment towards her ‘ lilliputian girlfriend ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the sign of the zodiac tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's cock in her hand."There are upshot for our natural action, young lady !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother pull B-Love's cock closer to her pussy again.

"You came down here to meet these rappers, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's putz in her mother's hand.

"But not just to meet them, right ?"Karenic continued, now bringing B-Love's shaft just an in from her daughter's kitty."You love this rap group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's deal, watching as her mother brought it closer and closer.

"And how awesome would it be,"Karenic said, guiding the tip of B-Love's cock to the entranceway of Becky's cunt."to lose your virginity to these far-famed, sexy black rappers ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's stopcock again touching her kitty-cat lips, moaning as the overweight tip slid up and down her hot pink lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A picayune bit."Karenic lied. She knew that a cock as thick and farsighted and gruelling as the one in her handwriting would be tough for any woman to handle, let alone an eighteen-year-old virgin."But after that, it's going to feel incredible ! Besides, I'm sure if you ask him, B-Love will be easy with you !"

"Karenic !"frankfurter Davenport shouted from across the studio apartment where been tied to a chairman this whole time, forced to watch as three black rapper took over his kinfolk. He'd given up his attempts to convince his wife and daughters not to alloy themselves for these pitch-black thugs, but Becky's protests rekindled his Hope."Your daughter is in pain ! These men are creature ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP wienerwurst !"Karen hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the ass up !"B-Love growled."You better watch over that racist-ass ‘ animal'bullshit ! You call us creature and we're just might bulge actin'like beast !"

weenie shivered, terrified by his married woman's reaction and the thug's threats, but still he would not be unsounded. This was his net chance to terminate this insanity. He redirected his protests toward his daughter."BECKY beloved, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would mean they were raping you on springy television system ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST assure THEM YOU DON'T wish TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to back to Becky and adopted a appease tone.

"Sweetie."Karenic whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's pussy lip."Your Father-God thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to quit. William Tell him he's ill-timed. secern your father you don't want to intercept !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his black face expressionless, his eyes hidden by his mirrored sunglasses.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said zero, his Stoic face betraying no emotion. Becky thought of the poster that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his black muscle rippling, his font that same stoic expression. She had to hide the placard, she could only get it out late at night ... she liked to await at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her lower lip. This was veridical. That huge black tool was REAL ! No More imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her father, to her mother. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still unexpressive, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to stopover !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."infant missy says YES !"

"No !"frankfurter davenport sobbed.

"child girl, Daddy doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, baby young lady ! Tell pappa !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this metre more emphatically."I don't WANT to stop, Daddy !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"Good girlfriend ! Don't stop !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's putz in her hand, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink virgin pussy. She felt Big Mike's cock slipping back into her hook up with White person snatch, pushing a bit deeper than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T full point ! !"

"I DON'T WANT TO STOP !"Becky screamed this sentence, lifting her pelvic arch up, pushing her kitty forward and taking B-Love's big opprobrious cock deeper inside.

"That's secure, squawk, ‘ cause I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking feeling another inch of his cock into the writhing white virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

television camera closed in around the action, one focusing on Becky's face, another on B-Love's putz being guided into her Virgo the Virgin twat by her own mother's helping hand. Her mother's early mitt clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S here, SWEETIE !"Karenic moaned, still using her early hand to run B-Love's cock into Becky's defenseless cunt as Big Mike continued teasing Karen's pussycat with his shallow thrusts, giving her no more than five or six in of his cock.

"You're going to love it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulder joint as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her other hand, Becky reached out again, this time for B-Love. Her slender white arm stretched as far as it she could give it. Her fingerbreadth were outspread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the source of the incredible pressure he was creating inside her young torso. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling dark brown muscles through the disruption between her delicate Edward White fingers. She admired the way his tegument contrasted with hers. Becky could see a faint gabardine band on her hoop digit, where her ‘ pureness mob'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her fingers, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his pectus, her slender snowy fingers mingling with the band of the heavy necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular bleak chest. She could sense his essence licking faster and faster, in time with her own. She could feel that Sami heartbeat impulse in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ virgin'cunt. B-Love's warmheartedness beat slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another column inch of B-Love's cock sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched hand, her fingers finding her the THICK, HARD black cock that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her mother's hand guiding it in ! Becky gripped her mother's wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's dick deeper inside her Cy Young white physical structure !

"AAAAAAH dirt ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own actions."OH FUCK ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! FUCK ! screwing ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible pressure inside her, and then the painful sensation she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling aesthesis traveling from her kitty-cat, up her thorn and across her rear, shoulders, and neck. It was similar to the feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more hefty.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her Danton True Young dead body shaking. Her grip tightening on her mother's hand."OH…OH ass ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big Mike grinned and reached forward, shoving Karen's face down onto her girl's flat albumen stomach. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging soot black hard-on, in her hand, slipping into her daughter's Whitney Moore Young Jr., inexperienced slit. Her brass now pressed against Becky's venter, Karen could sense the incredible pressure of B-Love's cock driving into her daughter's body. She knew from the profundity of B-Love's cock and her Becky's doings that the rapper had to be pushing against her daughter's virginal membrane by this percentage point, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The depraved thought pushed Karenic closer and closer to a intimate coming she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her climax rapidly building. She glanced over her shoulder at Big Mike, her big violet eye begging for everything that he could grant her. Big mike was only seven inches inside her pussy, but he was deeper than her husband had ever been. Still, Karen wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karen hissed at Big Mike. She wanted every inch inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW shtup ME ! YOU PROMISED TO FUCK ME IF I HELPED HIM TAKE MY DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! nooky ME HARD ! GIVE ME THAT unit COCK ... I'M ... sledding ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big Mike teased."You ain't gon na get the whole thing til your daughter does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's cock pushing unceasingly into her girl's virgin pussy… but the rapper was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight more column inch left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karen davenport begged."IT'S ... TAKING ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... MORE, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big Mike teased. He exchanged a ready smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed bluish-violet eyes towards Becky and watched her daughter's Danton True Young flannel bosom quiver with her every oceanic abyss, labored breath ... every column inch of blackened hammer she took into her tight, unspoilt small twat ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, honey ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her facial expression,"Do you bank mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the genius ripping through her slender white body.

Not waiting for a more apprehensible response, Karenic forcefully grabbed grip of B-Love's cock shaft and pulled it from Becky's snatch. Karenic leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's putz, the whacking and sucking the foreland for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky davenport's big blue eyes widened, surprised and throw by her mother's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'ma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laughter. This jade had lost her screwing intellect, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karen whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's cock back into Becky's pussy ... then pushing thick ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The doorknocker smiled and followed Karenic's leading, driving his cock into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, severe, and deeper than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in stupor, arching her back, her ripe knocker shaking on her heaving pectus. The Becky felt the imperativeness again ... then the infliction ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT HURTS ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's pant of dissent was quickly silenced by one of Karen's hands. Karen's other script pulled B-Love's tool deeper into Becky's slit. girl and mother's beautiful eyes met one another… Becky's full of jar and tears… Karen's to the full of luxuria and determination.

"It's clock time, Rebecca !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her female parent direct B-Love's tool deeper into her baby's pussy. The young blonde bucked her hips excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting black shaft."GIVE IT TO HER !"

"YEAH gripe !"Big mike bellowed his approval at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her mother's hand, as she felt the annoyance sharpen suddenly. She wrinkled her cunning button nozzle and winced as she felt B-Love's turncock driving deeper into her torso, pushing against the electric resistance the inside of her organic structure was giving it ... a resistance that would never hold up against the might of a blacken cock.

"That's just your maidenhead sweetie."Karenic moaned as Big Mike's stopcock pumped her bitch faster and rich to depict his approval of her activeness."He ... has ... to ... BREAK ... through ... YOUR ... HYMEN ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a piddling ... bit ... Sir Thomas More !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the reasonably virgin's maiden barrier with the tip of his ebony tree weapon as the girl's mother squeezed and stroked his shaft. He looked down at the wanton whiten married woman and mother who guided his weapon. Karen returned his spirit, her bluish-violet eyes burning with intensiveness. B-Love knew the look very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's cock and reaching around his backbone, frantically pushing on his muscular black ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karenic's push. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the pathetic blanched illegitimate child whose wife was begging B-Love to take her girl's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, MRS. Davenport."

"FUCK HER !"Karenic screamed, desperate for to a greater extent black pecker and willing to do or have anything to get it."GIVE IT TO HER ! THE WHOLE thing !"

"Karenic !"Frank sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed tone in her mother's eyes.

Karen ignored her skittish girl and continued to scream at the rapper."SHOVE ALL 12 INCHES OF THAT BEAUTIFUL Shirley Temple Black prick INTO MY DAUGHTER ! TAKE HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! FUCK HER ! piece of ass HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT !"Sarah davenport laughed.

All three doorknocker smiled as the listened to the buxom white mother beg them to take her youngest daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her physical structure shaking as she felt B-Love's cock stretching the bulwark of her tight young slit and pushing against her hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's mouth and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to cave in through your hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her plastered virgin puss as best he could without breaking her hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her pelvic girdle in time with B-Love's shallow thrusts, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained complete control of the post. The knocker drew his rosehip back, pulling all but about one inch of his pecker from Becky's twat. The young redheader writhed and whimpered, her moans muffled by her mother's gruntle manus.

"Let her talk Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karenic nodded slowly and obeyed her grim master, taking her hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger red-header immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's font. Becky could feel her whole white body tense up. She involuntarily bucked her pelvis, but the rapper backed away a bit, making sure his cock didn't eluding any deeper into the girl's pussy before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, kick ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant virgin, gripping her slender white waistline with his sinewy shameful hands to agree her where he wanted her."You want me to stop ? Maybe you don't want to mislay your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a real MAN to fuck you ? Maybe you want some slight high school WHITEBOY with a little ovalbumin DICKIE to involve your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG BLACK rooster ! Maybe you want me to finish ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! read my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a powerful tingling sense impression spreading across her whole Caucasian physical structure as she looked up at the powerful Negro rapper and the huge Shirley Temple Black cock he had resting between her legs. She grew more stir as she heard the Christian Bible coming out of her mouth. She began to buck her pelvic girdle furiously, desperately trying to choose more of B-Love's hammer. Becky started to scream."FUCK ME ! roll in the hay ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK !"

Becky's father watched in horror, unable to look away from the nightmarish vista unfolding before his tear-filled centre. It was a scene no self-respecting, conservative white hubby and Padre would ever require to witness. Frank saw his beautiful wife Karenic and their older daughter Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a muscular black rap artist… and both helping hold down his younger daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. hot dog saw Becky, also naked, with her farsighted gabardine ramification spread all-encompassing around the shank of yet another hulking dim rapper… one with a cock longer and thicker than Becky's forearm. wiener saw how Becky bucked her hips anxiously as she stared at that knocker's rooster. frank saw his beautiful wife of over twenty years gripping that black tough's ft long cock in her diminutive White River hand… guiding it into their untried daughter's virgin pussy. Then, Frank saw the black toughie doorknocker roughly grab his virgin daughter's slender white body by the waist and lift her hips and ass upward. The macho-man violently flexed his powerful black ass, driving his powerful hips forward with one powerful, deep knife thrust, RAMMING all twelve column inch of that ROCK-HARD THICK BLACK COCK into her vestal albumen cunt… taking frank's daughter's virtuousness with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky davenport shrieked as her maidenhead was ripped apart by her deary knocker's rock-hard ignominious turncock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then thrust into her again… and again… and again. The pain was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any other that the virgin teenager had ever experienced. The slender red-header writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her untested white consistency was overwhelmed by new maven."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's older sister Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to aid back up Becky's berm and head and steady Becky's Thomas Young consistence for the continuing onslaught. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from behind, her own exercising weight being supported by Shemar's herculean black hands gripping her waist and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one hand, waving her other hand to her other side blindly until she found one of her female parent's helping hand and gripped it. Feeling her mother's fingerbreadth wrapping around her own and her ducky rapper's thickheaded black cock thrust deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her lower lip, stifling her thigh-slapper as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a joy the virginal young teen had never felt before. Becky felt alive for the commencement time. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, muscular black stud fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a smuggled man. The young carrottop soon began to charge and thrust her albumen hips to suffer B-Love's thrusting nigrify cock. B-Love responded by increasing both the gait and drive of his jabbing.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender E. B. White teen body jumped and convulsed as if an electrical current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his nighttime and brooding centre, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his broad black breast and pectoral muscle, glistening with sweat. She then looked down further, at his rippling gloomy ab muscles and his narrow hips, the dark skin contrasting with her creamy White thigh. Finally her eyes fell upon the root of his sinewy, dense pitch blackness cock between her wooden leg, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her vernal Edward Douglas White Jr. body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her vertebral column violently, thrusting her hips upwards and holding her sylphlike whiteness teen consistence perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking Negro rap principal gripped her waistline and thrust the full length of his rock-hard coke-can-thick sinister pecker in and out of her piffling red-haired kitty. Her passably center seemed to glaze over as a dreamy reflection fell across her beautiful side. She threw her drumhead back, closing her eyes as a slow, almost imperceptibly high squeal emitted from her open mouth.
The squeal grew louder, turning into a broad scream as Becky Davenport announced to the earthly concern that she had come… and that she was no prospicient a virgin.

The cameras confirmed the truth, capturing the image of a trickle of lineage pooling on the glass screen background between Becky's legs.

Sarah davenport cradled her sister's head, wiping the sweaty red haircloth from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so proud of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so good !"

"You did good too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck. Leaning forward, he wrapped his powerful black arms around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her house white breasts as he continued fucking her from behind and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us take your babe's virginity and make your mom, slut !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's watchword. She closed her eyes and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some form of drug. She felt proud to have helped seduce her baby and her female parent, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The young blonde sighed, reaching one hand behind her to cradle the back of Shemar's top dog. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's baby screamed and writhed below on the desktop. A warm sensory faculty passed through Sarah's torso, she trembled and came as Shemar's thick total darkness hammer continued to hammering her wet cunt.

Karen Davenport's beautiful reddish blue eyes locked on Becky's sweating, naked white human body, more specifically at Becky's ranch white thighs and the huge black cock thrusting into her no-longer-virgin pussy. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasure than pain. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her psyche back and Forth River. Karenic saw the trickle of blood pooling on the desktop below her daughter's cunt and watched how Becky bucked and wrench with every thrust from B-Love's terrifying, huge black cock.. the rooster that Karen herself had guided into her daughter's unseasoned White River body. Karen had done this. Karen had helped ferment her virgin daughter into this ... fiend. She couldn't helper but think that she should take been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen davenport felt pride. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a real number man.

Karen remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a freshman in high schooltime. Karen loved her boyfriend so much, she thought she'd be with him forever. One night, in the back of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inches and three thrusts and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the time, but Karen felt nothing. She broke things off, started seeing former guys, had better sex ... but was never quite meet. When she met hotdog, she embraced his theological system. She came to believe that the vacuum she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstention to her daughter, and the importance of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karen, the loving wife and PTA mom. What a stupid, silly, repressed bitch she'd been ! Now Karen knew the the true. It was because she gave herself to somebody ugly of her. They were all piteous whiteboys, with small dicks and no theme how to have sex. What a thriftlessness ! Now Karenic knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her scrumptious body ... a actual man ... a BLACK man ... with A BIG blackness COCK.

Karenic felt so happy for her girl. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never need to bonk the comparatively empty act of sex with a pathetic tweed loser like their father ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning face and felt so lofty that she had ensured her younger daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"trade good girl Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."Good girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her cheek ..."commodity girl."... then her neck ... then down further, to her good Edward Young boob."Such ... a ... good ... good girl ..."Karen breathed as her flaccid sass found her daughter's arduous pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the debauched whizz of a black cock in her de-virginized twat and her mother's sass on her breasts.

Big Mike, the grown and most muscular of the three black rappers, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her girl's naked, quivering torso. He gripped Karen's wide, white pelvic arch, raising her ass upwards towards him, his heavyset ignominious hammer half buried in her married whiten slit ... and from the way that pussy gripped his stopcock, he could tell she was thirsty for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her daughter's gross resignation to B-Love, Big microphone knew it was sentence to hand the curvaceous white wife her reward.

Big mike slid his herculean ignominious hand around Karen's waist and under her sullen, swaying breasts, kneading the diffuse, milky white globes in his large, shadow fingerbreadth. As the rapper leaned forward to better grasp his fleshy prize, his throbbing Negro cock pushed two inches deeper into Karen's pussy, causing the bosomy mother-of-two to respond loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karenic growled, turning her read/write head and looking over her shoulder joint at the hulking fatal stud hovering over her."You're ... SO ... DEEP ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'inches to go girl."Big Mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karen hissed, making eye contact with her husband one last metre before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my daughter ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughter, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! TAKE ME ! fucking ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big microphone followed Karenic's glance at her husband and sneered, then triumphantly thrust forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's body and driving the full length of his cock oceanic abyss into her red-haired pussy. His black, chiseled chest and abs rubbed against Karen's naked lily-white back as he gripped her monumental, Mexican onyx chest in his coal-black hired hand, squeezing them heavy and pinching her nipple as he passionately bit her shoulder.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karen Davenport screamed as Big mike rammed her soft whiten trunk in time with the other rapper's thrusts into her younger daughter. . Big microphone pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch cock deeper and deeper into her married white bitch .... deeper than her hubby or any former man, had ever been. Wanting better leveraging, the hulking blacken knocker shifted his grip to Karen's blanket, quivering pelvis. Doing so, he let unloosen of Karen's profound Patrick Victor Martindale White tits and allowed them to bounce freely and furiously as her body was rocked back and Forth River by the effect of his rapid, unforgiving thrusts. The studio apartment television camera captured every in of her curvaceous naked albumen body and beautiful, joyful typeface as the matrimonial mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH BITCH !"Big mike laughed as he drove his putz into the bosomy white wife."How's THAT crap feel ? You like Big microphone's big black pecker ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! screwing HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! Shirley Temple Black pecker IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"LIKE A Virgo ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slut Virgo daughters ?"

The equivalence made Karen thrill. Karen felt Big mike's huge black peter driving deeply and deeper into her own cunt ... deep ... SO bed DEEP ... and slamming into her cervix uteri in perfect round with B-Love's thrusts into Becky's Brigham Young white dead body, and Shemar's poke into Sarah ! Karenic pictured Big-Mike's pecker in her idea, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how safe and POWERFUL Big mike's cock felt inside her, and knowing that her girl were feeling the exact Lapp matter ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sensation shooting up through her spine, over her neck and all over her body. The feeling was not completely unfamiliar, but far more intense than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to sway as the champion grew inviolable and stronger ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karen slammed her detached hand down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking bloodless body, pinning the young redhead to the table. Karen continued slapping her outdoors deal on the desktop, pounding it loudly in time with Big microphone's pounding thrusts into her hook up with cunt. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm of Karen's bridge player, timing his thrusts into Karen's daughter Becky as Big microphone was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the erstwhile Davenport daughter Sarah, did the Lapplander. The pretty blonde was knack over the table, hovering over her female parent and sister as Shemar fucked her from behind. Big microphone looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the back of the neck, and pulling her side to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her female parent. Shemar and B-Love let loose a howls of approval then started playfully barking… and all in metre with their pounding pecker and Mrs Davenport's pounding hand.

"OH GOD ! MOM ! HEEE ... HE'S FUHHHH-CKING ... MEEEE ... .OHHHHH GOD ! OH….MYEEEE FUHHHHH-KINGGGGGGOD ! ! !"Becky suddenly gripped her mother's other hand tighter and wailed. She could find B-Love's huge Shirley Temple cock pounding her as deeply as it could possibly go, his drive seemingly amplified by the audio of her mother's hand pounding the desk.

"AWWW screw YEAH !"Big microphone stood up straight, increasing the depth and speed of his driving force, slapping Karen's bare Patrick Victor Martindale White ass and gripping her rosehip."WHO OWN THIS PUSSY NOW, kick ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as wave after wave of orgasm passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG BLACK stopcock !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG black COCK !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'HUSBAND ?"Big Mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karenic shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. Davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your girls'daddy !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karenic gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… DADDY !"

The black thug rappers laughed cruelly. dog Davenport shook with fury, but was too horrified to speak. He just stared at the debauched scene playing out before him as the rappers ravaged his fellowship and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that shit ? YOUR wife IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'little girl are gon na let a NEW dada ! A Big pitch blackness dad ! Isn't that right girls ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na LOVE your new pappa, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her Cy Young perfect white ass against Shemar's long, deep thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na erotic love yo'new pop ?"

Becky bucked her hips."screwing ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"screw me… DADDY !"The doorknocker corrected.

"pa !"Becky screamed, bucking her hip again and again.

"Tell daddy you want him to fuck you with his big nigga dick !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's reception was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his hammer as rich as inside her Patrick Victor Martindale White soundbox as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each poke.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another thrust halted Becky.

"spade !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his cock deep inside her and held her slender T. H. White waist.

"William Tell me to sleep together your footling white puss !'” B-Love commanded.

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. red-header shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"twat. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each Good Book with another driving force in Becky's body."Say…"thrust"…the…"thrust"…word !"

"CUNT !"Becky squealed."FUCK MY LITTLE whiteness CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG BLACK jigaboo COCK, DADDY !"

Under his breath, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty down eyes to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so pop can pick up you ! Your OLD, WHITE daddy !"

Becky glanced at her father, the man who had helped bring her into the existence, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please Black Daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, schoolgirlish voice. Her face and body were far from guiltless though. lustfulness filled her big blue eyes and her naked Elwyn Brooks White organic structure shined with sudor as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's powerful black consistency."Please… cum in me dad ! Cum in my footling white slit with your BIG…BLACK turncock ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG Black person DADDY ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her hip with each of the last three Christian Bible as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his cock as rich as he could inside Becky's Whitney Young gabardine cunt and then drew his articulatio coxae back, and began bucking his pelvis rapidly, relentlessly pounding the young redhead as fasting and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a demonstration of raw, sexual office and dominance… the dark male over the livid female.

"No !"Frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! shag ME DADDY !"

"BEG BITCH !"B-Love growled."BEG DADDY FOR HIS jigaboo SEED ! LOOK INTO DADDY"S EYES AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A jigaboo !"

"PLEASE dada !"Becky screamed, her youthful Andrew D. White soundbox bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her female parent kissed and rubbed her breasts. She looked rich into B-Love's middle.

"I SAID looking INTO YOUR daddy'S middle, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my daddy !"Becky Davenport gasped, her naked young organic structure, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... lightlessness ... dada ! BREED ME ! FILL ME WITH YOUR jigaboo CUM ! brand ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT tinker's damn, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."expression at how your virgin girl bucks her hips to meet every thrust of this big nigga cock ! Look at your beautiful wife's big bosom bouncing as she backs her fat white ass up into my boy's cock ! Listen to how they belly laugh AND BEG for more than ! YOUR charwoman ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's sound Negro balls slapping against her raw rap pussy sass as his dick shaft began twitching and jumping inside her airtight white cunt. The new sensation excited her even more. The pretty redhead closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her mother's hand and instead circling Karen's naked white body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! mummy ! daddy ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S GOING TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revelation was stifled when her mother suddenly pressed her lips to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue eyes snap open in cushion at the Gemini sensations of her female parent's tongue in her lip as, for the first clock time every, a man liberate his hot, strong come inside her nubile young body ! In a nighttime of new sensations and experiences, this was the most potent one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's lenient Edward Douglas White Jr. body held her pinned to the lynchpin desk as B-Love's hard Negroid putz continued thrusting inside her, releasing load after onus of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her centre let her body go limp, allowing wave after undulation of pleasure to pass over her like the lunar time period rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big microphone continued their brutal gait, thrusting into Karen and Becky's white dead body.

Karenic ceased slapping the desktop with her other hand, concentrating on kissing her younger daughter passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their Patrick Victor Martindale White pussies were rhythmically pounded into limbo by the rapper'raging black hammer. Karen could palpate Big Mike's strokes quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married cunt. She could find his powerful black hands between her and Becky's bodies, the huge darkness fingers squeezing her easy gabardine tit anatomy. She could finger another orgasm building ... and not just hers. She felt Big mike's dick practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the heart and soul. His heavy black balls slapped her clit, and tightened. His drive were surd, deeper, but irksome ... more deliberate. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the kiss with her daughter, opening her eyes and looking down into Becky's young boldness. Karenic saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karenic felt an acute whizz building between her legs, spreading up her spur, penetrating her very individual. Looking into her daughter's eyes, Karen felt Big microphone's ejaculate flooding her own snatch, the hot sticky fluid coating her matrimonial white uterus !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karenic screamed.

"AHHHHH SHIT !"Big mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, full-bosomed Edward White wife.

"AHHHHH FUCK YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE egg white slovenly woman ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT flavor ?"

Becky was speechless… her orgasm leaving her too overwhelmed to tell her mother what was happening inside her young white body… but the look on Becky's aspect told her mother everything she needed to jazz. Becky Davenport, Karen's ‘ lilliputian girl ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the Sojourner Truth, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined Andrew Dickson White pussy, letting what seemed like a pint of midst, pearly semen, flow from between the slender white teenager's creamy thighs and pool on the glass background. B-Love threw his head back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing black pecker upwards and let thick ropes of cum arc through the air and commonwealth on Becky's flavourless blanched potbelly and heaving young bosom. tv camera circled the desk, capturing the persona for broadcast. In homes across the States, tv screenland showed the senior high school definition range of a function of the black rapper's cum, pink with virgin blood, leaking from the Patrick Victor Martindale White teenager's ravaged pussy. The image was then split-screened with Becky's smiling, sweaty face… her beginner's horrified, tear-filled centre, and her mother's weak smile.

camera then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karenic kissed her girl's forehead, and then proceeded to drub the semen from her girl's sweaty breasts and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing fateful weapon system, fresh from her daughter's Virgin cunt and hungrily taking it into her mouth. Sarah Davenport then reached a hand forward, dragging her delicate whitened fingers through the semen leaking from her sister's puss, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, sticky fluid drip onto her tongue .