E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART ONE : YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT Joseph Black phallus ...

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The computer screen flickered to life with the image of a blazing sun. A diminished caption appeared in the lower left recession of the screen :"The tow car ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Black Phallus / recording label : E & I Records ”.

There is no medicine at first, just the casual pluck of a solitary guitar chain. The picture whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the route, smoke wafting from under its tough. Finally, the car's locomotive engine sputter and it pulls off to the side of the road. The photographic camera slant cuts to the interior of the car, showing a white family. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his face. Sitting in the game can, reading a college orientation brochure, is their pretty whiten daughter. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a Bikini top, and listening to her MP3 player. An aggressive rap beat can be faintly heard on the young lady's earbuds. The fille looks up from her folder and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the route and she rolls her oculus. The married woman doesn't look happy either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the hood. piranha circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the heat. The girl sees her sire shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high-pitched schooling graduate rolls her centre, but then she looks down at her MP3 thespian, then at her electric cell phone. She picks up her cell phone and starts entering a phone number.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front buns, watching her husband, seemingly concerned for his accidental injury. Suddenly, the daughter's hand wiretap mom's berm and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the phone and sees"THE WRECKER"on its screen. She looks at the daughter, a bit alarmed, and shakes her mind. The daughter tilts her head at and nods toward her father. The mom sees him still prancing around in social movement of the car like a dope, then turns back to the daughter. The daughter shakes her head 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 menage now has all the car room access open, and are all sweating. The husband has stripped off his crownwork and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame. The wife sits beside him, several blouse buttons undone, and lover herself with a 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 with child pick-up truck with a winch drives up beside the family and common in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab door, labeled"WHITE KUNTZ ruin ”. The door opens and a with child dim shop mechanic gets out. The music for the picture finally starts properly now, a heavy aggressive rap beat, the Saami one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the prospect. The black automobile mechanic is tall and very hefty, wearing some let loose fitting jeans and a taut tee. The daughter watches him walk toward the family car and smiles. girl slowly rolls off the car cowling as her founder and female parent get out of the car to greet the grease monkey. The husband opens the hood and tries to probe the locomotive engine again, but the loom black grease monkey gently pushes him aside, taking his place in front of the car.

The mechanic glances over at the daughter, who is leaning over the railway locomotive, pretending to be occupy, her blazonry stretched over her read/write head, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily clad body. The stud smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunet mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her inside cleavage of her ample bosom and her bikini top. The mother suddenly realizes how practically skin she's revealing and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then coup d'oeil over her shoulder at the shop mechanic and bites her scummy lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to nobble the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the front bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own flat midsection. The machinist looks back at the girl, admiring the breaking ball of her tight piffling ass in her denim short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the girl's midget shorts, over her bland tan belly, her firm sweaty tit, pouting lip, and ice risque optic. The stud makes eye inter-group communication with the girl, making sure enough 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 joint. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her copious cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the car-mechanic is satisfied with the oil interpretation, and that he has the mother and daughter's attention, returns the dipstick to the engine, making certainly to urinate a couple of duplicate significative thrusts as he drives it dwelling. The female parent pant. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully oblivious to all of this.

The rap beat continues as the lyrics are faintly heard. The sound character on the video is poor, but words can be made out :

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

The mechanic looks over at the female parent and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful black arm, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his dark, potent torso, rippling with sinew. Mom's big grim heart widen. Daughter licks her brim, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the automobile mechanic's air hole and sees the duo of gloves he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. married man scratches his head.

The shop mechanic looks the engine over and excite his point, then walks to the back of his truck and begins to operate his draw and windlass. The car-mechanic bends down and attaches the claw to the bumper of the car. His musculus flex, the stew making his dim skin shine in the sun. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a couple of inches, but lure comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The mechanic walks back over to the car and looks at the come-on. He looks back up at the wife and girl who are watching him with wide middle and rapturous care. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one Jonathan Swift motility, he yanks the belt from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* strait. The husband jumps in fright and covers his oral sex for protective covering. As this happens, the camera angle alteration to usher the blacken mechanic in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the wife and girl who are standing in the ground looking at him. As the shop mechanic violently yanks his belt off, his loose-fitting pant fall down a few inch, just enough so that any viewer of the music video would sleep with that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the wife and daughter, middle all-embracing, natter dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic's pecker. The photographic camera returns to the premature camera angle within a second, and the machinist is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the bang's noise, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue :

"When yo'engine's overheated
‘ causal agent you been mistreated
YA'CALL THE wrecker"

The mechanic bends down, wrapping is leather belt ammunition around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the function of the music video. The auto-mechanic activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the route, then motions for the house to join him in the hand truck's cab. The machinist opens the passenger threshold for the family, helping the daughter up into the truck first. She crawls over the work bench tail end, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the wife up, giving her round ass a small push up into the fundament. future, the hubby climbs into the cab and the mechanic leaves him to train care of himself. The shop mechanic then walks around the front of his truck and wax up into the device driver's seat, but as his monumental Shirley Temple Black frame squeezes into the cab, it is plain that not all four people will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the mechanic's lap. Seeking to avoid an inappropriate situation, the husband motions for the wife to sit in his lap and make room for the girl. The wife declines the whirl, and before the husband can importune, it's too late. The daughter hops into the auto-mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breasts mere inches from the mechanic's tolerant black face. The daughter turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the grease monkey's bare, black torso. The mechanic starts the truck and begins to drive as the Andrew D. White teenager squirms 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 CALL THE WRECKER !"

The hubby and father looks ill as he watches his teenage daughter wriggle in the black mechanic's lap. The mechanic move his psyche left and right, trying to see around the girl's drumhead so that he can drive. The girl continues to squirm in the grease monkey's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulders from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her headway resting on one of his broad black shoulders. The shop mechanic glances downward, getting a bird's eye vista of the teenage daughter's ample Andrew D. White cleavage. The mechanic seems to have worry steering the truck, and the husband glances into the truck's side mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the device driver who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The mechanic sneers briefly, then looks at the whiten stripling in his lap and the somewhat White person wife sitting future to him. A grinning slowly spreads across his face. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brakes. The daughter in his lap clutches the dashboard and the driver's arm to keep on from slipping off his lap. The mechanic looks over at the husband and nods toward the category's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not sufficiency elbow room in the cab for him to tug safely. The husband hesitates for a second, looking at his daughter, trying to frame herself as she sits in the black stud's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might happen if his daughter is left alone in the truck's cab with this brooding black stranger. The husband then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange fretful look, the husband glances again at the shop mechanic and his daughter, the wife following his regard. The hubby furrows his brow in worry, and the married woman smiles at him, as if to tell him that she won't let anything untoward happen to their daughter. The husband takes a deeply, exaggerated intimation and opens the truck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the threshold behind him, the husband pats his spot on the truck's work bench seat, indicating the wife should dart over and shit room for their daughter to get out of the mechanic's lap.

"So if you just lift up your cowling,
I can fix you very good."

As the husband gets into the family car's driver's can, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to move to the middle of the bench tail. The automobile mechanic Menachem Begin to drive away sits back to hinge upon in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and daughter in the large back window of the motortruck cab. A worried look weirdy across the hubby's face as he sees that in spite of the extra way in the cab, his girl is still sitting in the mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the motortruck is swerving all over the route, giving the husband a very rough ride in the towed kinsfolk car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is aware of the issue. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's work bench seat is saying something to the shop mechanic. She is glancing back at the husband, then back at the mechanic and her daughter. The husband can see that his wife's face shows distress and fearfulness ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the truck number one wood's care. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the sum of the bench and physically grasping his girl'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 hindquarters, his chalk falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the baffled spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his face. When the husband looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her limb. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the shop mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her mother, and taking a seat on the far side of the truck's cab. The husband is about to catch one's breath a suspiration of assuagement until he sees that his girl is still squirming. At first, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the mechanic's lap and that his married woman is trying to observe her back. 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 grabs her manus and forces them down, under the truck's bum window, out of view. The hubby looks at his daughter, a strange wicked smile is on her side. She is not trying to rise over her female parent to get back into the auto-mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to push her mother closer to the mechanic. The husband watches, confused as his married woman shakes her header and their daughter continues pushing her closer to the auto-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 words"I'm drab"just before their daughter pushes her headland down, below the posterior window.

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

The car-mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to curve violently again. The married man, worried about what is happening Menachem Begin frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his girl looking at him from the truck's rear window. He mouths the lyric"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and waves at her Church Father. She then take her hand up, medallion facing one another, about a substructure apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her mother is, then she makes a fist and waves it in front line of her mouth, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The husband doesn't quite understand and starts hitting the automobile horn again and again until he sees his wife's fountainhead pop up from below the bum windowpane of the motortruck. His pretty white married woman is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the pitch-black mechanic. As the daughter does this, her father briefly glimpses her marginal white ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and panties ! The sire ticker, back talk agape, as his girl climbs back in front of the driver, facing him this time, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the motortruck begins to veer violently and the hubby starts blasting the motor horn again. Then he sees his daughter's pink bikini top fluttering out the hand truck's window then whisked away by the hot desert lead !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car horn yet again, trying to protest what he is lost to stop. He sees his pretty Andrew Dickson White wife looking at him from the rear window of the truck. He shakes his principal at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The married woman looks back at him, her pale blue eyes full moon of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the strawman of her blouse and violently rips it unfastened, revealing her ample, bra clad white meat. Like her daughter's bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the bright desert sky. Looking out the window at her hubby, she lifts her ring finger's breadth up at him and slips the wedding dance orchestra from her white hired man, tossing it too out the window ! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car horn again and again as he watches his wife smile at him one last time, blowing him a kiss with one hand and waving cheerio, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a replacement. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's sweetener releases the house car which drops to the main road at seventy miles an hour, with a loud clang. The married man frantically steers his car to a condom stop as he watches the saboteur effort off into the distance, with his once-loving married woman and daughter.

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The telecasting ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 number and the slogan ..."Call the tow truck !"

Again, the caption appeared in the lower recess of the screen :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : Shirley Temple Black member / Label : E & I record book ”.

Two high 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 petite but athletic 18 year-old with a golden tan, smoky putting surface optic, and red-auburn hair that she wore in a ponytail.

"Wow !"Becky Davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the computer CRT screen. She was the more innocent of the two missy. Like her best friend Lauren, Becky was xviii and beautiful. She was marvellous, slender, with long red tomentum, alluring gullible eyes, and a light scattering of freckles across the bridge of her olfactory organ."I'd know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… denotative !"

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

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her phratry was very religious. Becky's Padre was a very conservative man who attended church coming together twice a week. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her older sis Sarah had been raised with Conservative Christian values. They were not to dress provocatively, use disgustful language, relish ‘ inappropriate entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these ruler with no problem. Becky however, was a bit ill-affected and considered to be the ‘ wild child'of the kinfolk. Her parents had deep concerns about the fact that Becky had done thing like drawn mid-riff baring circus tent to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of boys.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tops covered more skin than did nearly of the former tops worn by her match. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three times Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the depository library and lost track of sentence. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in maliciousness of the number of boy who desperately tried to make her. Maintaining her chastity was no superficial effort for a high-school elderly as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity doughnut, a symbolisation of her hope to her category that she would remain a virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn't nearly as crazy as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one wilderness run that Becky did have, secretly, was her gustation in music. Becky loved rap medicine, and her champion Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ underground'rap grouping called"Negroid Phallus ”. The songs were honorable, though moderately risque. Becky began looking for Thomas More of the Sung on the internet, but had some difficulty. The few liaison that she found for"Black person Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on porn land site 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 Phallus CD's seemed impossible to find in local anaesthetic medicine stores, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her champion. Some of the fille at schooltime were surprised that conservative Becky Davenport had become a fan of Black phallus. She explained that while the language were shocking at for the first time, she found them amusing ... and the impregnable rhythm and beats made her want to dance. What she didn't reference to her odd Friend was that the songs were stirring secure itch than just dancing ... and that on the rare occasions that conservative Becky Davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to listen to a inkiness genus Phallus song to achieve the best climax. Thomas More and more, she wanted to get word their music and find out about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her friend Lauren came over to visit, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music picture 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 magazine from a erotica movie ?"

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

"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 ‘ auto-mechanic'get up."

Lauren laughed."Yeah, I know dork, I was kidding. feeling, it's a decriminalize 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 solid running off with a man's married woman and daughter ..."

"Wild huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it make water you marvel if the rumors are genuine ..."

"What rumor ..."Becky whispered, awkwardly, knowing the rumour about disgraceful men's endowment.

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

"Oh ..."Becky said, almost disappointed that her friend wasn't going to talk about the other hearsay, before realizing what Lauren was implying about the TV they'd just seen."Oh ! Ew ! The mother and daughter thing ?"

"Yes !"Lauren said, her eye lighting up with turmoil."Just envisage those guy rope 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 rapper are like that ! They talk themselves up like some sort of super pimp. Still, I've heard that this video is domesticize compared to the others they've done."

"There are to a greater extent ?"Becky said, almost too eagerly,"Can you download them too ?"Becky tried to contain her hullabaloo, afraid that Lauren would cerebrate her pursuit was to a lesser extent than healthy."I mean… I'd like to see them, but you know my parents'software system blocks the site."

Lauren didn't seem to notice Becky's over-enthusiasm."No, sorry, that's the entirely video they have available for download. The land 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 know about the interview ? I thought you said your older sister works for Jessica McFarland at KNEN ?"

"Yeah, she's her personal assistant ... so ?"Becky said, her oculus widening, not fully believing what her friend was saying.

"So ? !"Lauren rolled her eyes."So Shirley Temple Black penis is going to come out LIVE on KNEN and be interviewed by Jessica McFarland and she didn't cite it ?"

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

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

Lauren nodded towards a few photos of celebrities on Becky's rampart, all which had been autographed, including one of celebrated television diary keeper Jessica McFarland. Sarah's sister occasionally met celebrities at the studio apartment, and had gotten signed photos for her sis. Becky had even met a duad of them herself, thanks to Sarah getting her a VIP pass to the studio.

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

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

"I… I don't know… I think my parents and Sarah would flip out if they knew I listened to Black Phallus."Still, Becky's intellect was reeling from all she was learning from her friend, and the thought of possibly meeting black genus Phallus !"Wow… I just can't believe they're going to be on that show ! It's supposed to be like a severe news program."

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The unit Truth'and spill the beans about their music being so popular in the cabaret, but like how they can't get the photo they need to hit it big because of racism and security review. They say they're anxious to go on television for a ‘ live no-holds barred, exclusive audience and show United States and the respite of the world what lightlessness member is all about ! I read all about it on their internet site. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

"Too bad !"Lauren sighed."Their site says the interview will be survive and uncensored, and there's some kind of peculiar on-demand pay-per-view kind of raft. There's supposed to be some form of streaming video 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 mention card, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to approach a television interview with a rap group that sang almost exclusively about sex.

Lauren continued."The site said that Black Phallus is planning to show some of their other music videos and they'll be uncensored too ! Just cogitate, if you thought this"Wrecker"television was denotative, just think what the uncensored I will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered judgment to imagine how a great deal risque the Black Phallus euphony television could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her mind began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually explicit Negroid Phallus might pee-pee their music video. The thought of seeing titillating scenes unfolding while their euphony played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her face turning almost as red as her hair.

"Of grade ... that's just the videos."Lauren said, seeing her friend's eyes widen with wonder, she decided to tease her sheltered booster a bit more."You KNOW what supposedly happens at some of their experience shows ! I wonder if the interview will get wild."

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ wild ’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's chronicle of splurge and sex political party that the rappers supposedly threw on spell, or in recording studio apartment, or on the celluloid set of their medicine videos, or onstage at concerts in straw man of crowd together guild. They were just silly narrative, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thought 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 want to come ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

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

Becky smiled at her savvy booster."I ... I think I should address my sister !"

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

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In the two age since her college commencement, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of most recognized and respected young women in American television journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the mellow slews of anybody in the deal communication theory field, and immediately found utilisation with a line news network. It was a upright job too, as an"Entertainment Correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In truth, the job probably should bear gone to somebody with more experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the network executives had wanted, and her inexperience made her salary affordable. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a killer build, flawless E. B. White complexion, dazzling smile, and big gentle eyes. Her beautiful face was framed by a thick mass of wavy, silky, blonde hairsbreadth that she kept cut above her neckline. Her voice was slightly high-pitched, but at the Saami time had a kind of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'face, ‘ not-so-innocent'spokesperson, 36c/d-28-36 physical body, and her sexy rig, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment news reputation. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a class of her first appearance on tv set, Jessica McFarland was a home epithet. Before farseeing, her picture graced the cover of scores of magazines, and she received many lucrative crack for modelling and advertising employment. While Jessica loved the attention, she was thwarted that it seemed to focus so much on her appearance. Money and picture were prescribed, but Jessica didn't want to act or model, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and meet down her young image, and began to dress a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff stripping shirts, Jessica began wearing couturier suits in dark colors. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional, but still the media, including her own net, seemed only to see a pretty nerve who reported on light, fluffy, amusement news. On top of that, in spite of the fact that her mien had increased the network's ratings tenfold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more money, she could accept the versatile modeling and advertising offers that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic integrity that she desperately wanted to ramp up.

When her declaration came up for renewal at the end of one twelvemonth, Jessica tried to negotiate for more money and more say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do to a greater extent in-depth interviews, with edgier, more controversial celebrities. The network however, being rather conservativist, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the young ‘ entertainment correspondent ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was straight that she could resign, and seek greener pastures, she didn't daring leave the network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was fickle and had a short-term memory. With her husband he-goat out of body of work, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn't like the idea of being without a job when she'd been so skinny to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another yr, she received a sound claim from a competition meshing, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the host of a news programme for their new entertainment-oriented intelligence network. In addition to a hefty new salary, Jessica would get a personal help and perhaps eventually a full faculty at her administration. What's more, becoming the master anchor of a show would cave in Jessica the opportunity to offer level ideas, and to do in-depth interviews with controversial entertainment figures. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news program program, but nobody at the electronic network would be looking down on her for reporting on that subject because the solid electronic network was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was petty risk in taking the job. The electronic network was going to pay her half of a class's salary up front, no strings attached, so even if the meshwork didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentives were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her husband, truncheon, for a cushy job with their meshwork. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this network, unlike her current employer, would sacrifice her the treat her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her far-famed, and took the offering from KNEN, male monarch web Entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the media scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and powerful network. They targeted what some perceived to be an interview often neglected by the news media… nonage and juvenility marketplace. To invoke to this audience, KNEN combined dangerous current thing reporting with an highly strung youthful figure, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to indorse that figure of speech. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black males seemed to comprise the majority of the chief administrator faculty. Jessica was well-chosen to be working for such a progressive network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen. She always had fresh fruit and bottled Caribbean spring water in her medical dressing elbow room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her populace popularity remained quite high. The only 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 interested in making passion to his beautiful, successful wife.

Billy McFarland, too, always had a levelheaded supply of bottled water in his office, but unlike his wife, baton was not happy at KNEN. outset 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 employment would be ‘ wanton'since his usage was basically a baksheesh to his wife. Then there were his co-worker. Billy hadn't realized that he'd have to turn with so many blacks ! nightstick had always thought of black as lazy, and his employees were no elision. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to delegate jobs to his staff, he was ignored. Because of this, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working recent nights, doing the piece of work that he was unable to delegate, yet responsible to see done.

Billy wanted to complain to his supervisors, but they were all calamitous men. He couldn't even bring himself to evidence Jessica. Billy felt completely helpless, poor, and exhausted. To make matters worse, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to draw her More and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to want sex almost every Night, and baton's exhaustion and stress kept him from keeping up with her need. He hadn't been able to make love to his youthful, sexy wife Sir Thomas More than twice since the motion to KNEN six calendar month ago. billy goat 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 married man's sudden lack of interest group in her body ... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could tell there was something wrong, but as much as she loved billy, and as eager as she was for their sex life to return to pattern, she didn't have clip to find out what the problem was. There were other subject on her head. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap group,"Shirley Temple Phallus ”.

"pitch blackness member"was incredibly hot on the club racing circuit and among adolescent and college students, but it was never heard on the tuner or seen on video because the group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artist whose lyrics created figure of extreme wildness. What was unusual was that blackamoor phallus's lyric poem weren't controversial because of violent imagery, but because of their sexually expressed nature. The few music videos the grouping made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their videos had ever been aired on TV, on one of the cable euphony networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that fiasco, Black Phallus refused to give up any channel to air their videos unless they were uncensored. The music video channels refused to air the telecasting without some edits for expressed content, and thus, the other Black phallus video were never aired. They didn't even make their videos available on their own site, with the exception of"The Wrecker ”, the video that had aired ( in censored form ) on television.

In nastiness of all the contestation and inaccessibility of their music, the group had managed to become very popular in underground band, and beginning to ingest an impact on popular finish. Thus every cartridge clip, goggle box program, and news web remotely connected with the amusement manufacture wanted an audience, yet nobody could ever seem to get one. And then, as the fib went, KNEN scored the out of the question. total darkness Phallus agreed to an exclusive interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the mathematical group had been reached after calendar week of extensive, hidden dialogue with KNEN executives. The negotiations were so secret that even after weeks of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they'd agreed to an exclusive interview. She was even more surprised to hear that she would be the one expected to conduct the interview, and that she had only three Day to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her first, best hazard to show 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 flighty about the audience. Aside from this being her first Major ‘ news'interview, she'd had very short time to do any research on the radical. selective information was limited, since no consultation had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of worry tracking down a copy of the group's CD and TV, before one was finally provided to her by Black Phallus's record label, Ingredient X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the concessions and understanding that KNEN had been forced to make, before the controversial mathematical group would fit to be interviewed. The electronic network wanted an sole, no holds barred interview with the rap mathematical group, a live studio carrying into action, and the right to render any or all of the never-before-seen music telecasting that the group had produced. In exchange for this, the group demanded that KNEN devote a whole ‘ prime prison term'evening to"black Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the even was used by the interview. In increase to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any kind on the consultation, nor on the euphony video. Further, the radical also wanted their own engineer to man studio's equipment, so that practically of the normal KNEN studio apartment bunch would not be present. What was more, due to the controversial and instigative nature of some of their lyric and political view, the group insisted on extra security measure measuring rod, including security control of the studio for extremity of their own security team. Finally, the group demanded that the interview be conducted by a certain date, due to their tight schedule. This last status had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to educate for her interview. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented overseas telegram news network, KNEN was in a position to live up to the group's demands. The John Major sticking distributor point the network had supposedly had was the censorship return. To avoid any possible FCC obscenity violation and yield, the web had suggested the idea of the pay-per-view consultation with a ‘ potential explicit content'warning that the mental object may be of a"computer graphic or sexually denotative nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen twelvemonth of age, and some early viewers ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members section of KNEN's site, and pitch blackness member's website, with the same bawdiness warning. Of line everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial grouping an uncensored program, KNEN was practically inviting the rap mathematical group to execute some kind of outrageous publicity stunt. Even if the head off FCC mulct, they risked millions of dollar worth of lawsuits and sponsor losses. In spite of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the sole consultation would be worth the risks involved. So it was that all of the grouping 's conditions were met, and the interview was set up.

At least, this was the official story of how the deal was reached.

The truth was that both Black phallus's record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the Lapplander administration, Solomon King's Ebony & bone Enterprises, Inc. To help obscure this connection from the journalistic prowess of sure reporter, the only interview that black Phallus would be able-bodied to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned various businesses, all with one Major schedule, the sexual control of black men over whiten women. For the well-nigh part, E & I controlled businesses were very subtle in their advancement of the order of business. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to enhance black men's physique and sexual power.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost uncontrollable sexual stimulation in women, and cause powerlessness among men. The bottled urine with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy's water. This was standard operational procedure. Over the years E & I had used these chemicals to quietly conquer individual women and even whole business organisation, and then use them to acquire interracial porno or former material to advance E & I's agendum. For security purposes, none of the apparently ‘ legitimate'businesses that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a result, E & I business enterprise operated with yard of employees, many of whom had no mind who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agendum. The exclusively connection between these businesses and E & I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced black men, and trusted police lieutenant to Solomon King. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's collective benefit.

Black Phallus's record label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's order of business by releasing sexually explicit rap music, with interracial motif. The architectural plan was that the wild young black male person and rebellious white youths that listened to rap music would pick up this substance over and over through the music, and would be psychologically conditioned to believe every word of honor of it. Black males would become more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged follow up on sexual encounters with blanched char. whiteness Male would get down to see lightlessness males as intimate superiors, and feel embarrassed about their sexual inadequacy and low penises. Edward White young woman who heard the music would begin to see white males as unworthy and black male as the most desirable sexual specimens.

Black member was the anchor of the Ingredient X recording label. The group was comprised of chemically enhanced pitch blackness men, persona of E & I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every song on their CD,"Only cancel ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual power of Black person men, and subverting white manful sex. The philosophy that the group advocated was that nigrify men were the sexual alpha male person of the man race. As such, black males had the rightfulness to fuck and breed any woman, every woman, they wanted… even marital fair sex, and especially white womanhood. What punter way to try their title than by seducing a beloved, married American icon on television ? So it was that Black member's first single consultation would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its star reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah Davenport smiled as she poked her foreland around her boss 's unfold office door ; `` I have those unedited transcript of the"Black Phallus"CD and medicine videos you wanted to see. Where should I put them ?"

Jessica looked up from her young assistant and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a pile of documents on the left of her desk. Sarah put the textile on top of the papers mountain. 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 coup d'oeil, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenty dollar bill, with recollective dark-blonde hairsbreadth that she usually wore tied back with a large bow or palm. She dressed conservatively, wearing dark coloring, buttoned-up pinch, and a rather unstylish vogue of glasses. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beauty and figure were very noticeable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attentions a second thought though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was sort of an unacquainted, but quite bright, with an excellent inclination and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's needs. They had formed a closing, sister-like bond in the few months they'd worked together. They were on first name terms, though Sarah thought it important to refer to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at study. Anything lupus erythematosus might undermine Jessica's authority, and Sarah was very loyal to Jessica, and wanted to bring in indisputable she never harmed Jessica's calling that way. Sarah took a fundament and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone 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 encounter for the eternal rest of the day, but I 'm sure Sarah can accommodate you. Okay, that will be ok then. Bye. ''

Jessica put the receiver down and turned to her lovely young helper.

"I just wanted to let you roll in the hay,"Sarah said,"that I've taken forethought of everything else on today 's 'to-do'list."

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

Jessica had been listening to her help moaning in thwarting for much of the day. It was funny to listen to her. Sarah was a religious young woman and never swore. She never used the Lord's name in vain either. She didn't even say"Darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got furious, she just made incoherent groans, suspiration, groan, and grunt of frustration.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blonde helper smiled weakly. She felt lucky to be an assistant for somebody who was understanding and appreciative of their supporter 's problem."I 'm certain I can figure out it on my own. I don't like calling tech support ... those big bozo messing around under my desk while I'm working makes me uncomfortable. I 'll stimulate sentence to work it while you're at your confluence ... which reminds me ... is n't it about time for you to get going ? ``

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the interview with lightlessness genus Phallus is tomorrow dark ? Some of their instance are coming by to check out the studio. I need you to show them around. I promised them personal attention by a valued employee, and not some houseman. ``

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 strained expression on Sarah's face. `` I think it's just a couplet of their manufacturer. Why ? ``

'' I 'm sorry Ms. McFarland, '' Sarah interrupted, `` I do n't mean to be difficult ... it 's just ... that group. They have a reputation ... I'm a little occupy about who I'd be meeting with ..."

Jessica leaned forward and took her helper 's hand. `` You know that this is a very important takeover for our network. I need you to bear out me here Sarah. Put on a audacious face, flash them that winning smile of yours, and you 'll be all right ! Besides, you know how these grouping are, it's probably all just a bunch of jounce value hype and simulacrum anyway. It 's okay, honestly, it will be very well. '' It was well-situated for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the videos, and she'd been unable to acquire copy until late in her research.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an interview is as big tidings as this one is, we have to realise sacrifices to get the first base crack at the story. The group had only had a twain of eve free to give to this interview, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two mean solar day !"

The story about Joseph Black member's limited availability was a concoction made up by E & I. The literal rationality that Jessica was being limited to two daylight of research time was a security guard. Jessica was a estimable diary keeper, and Solomon King wanted to make for sure there was little or no chance for her to bump a link between her own employer, and the controversial rap chemical group.

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

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

"Yes, just once. I was with my sister, 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 father say if he knew she liked euphony like that ?"

Jessica knew that Sarah was very sensitive about vulgarity and sexually explicit fabric, and had always attributed it to her religious breeding. But hearing that Sarah's younger baby grew up in the Lapp household and enjoyed this controversial music genuinely surprised Jessica."You said that your sis actually liked their medicine ?"

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the sentence, 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 nighttime ! As if I would be a company to her listening to that stain ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her preferred music group ! She actually wanted to meet these disgusting thugs and get their autographs !"

"Oh, I'm so lamentable Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the delicate talks around this interview, I doubt we can have a VIP guest in the studio that Night. Security is going to be supernumerary mingy when these guy cable are here, and the chemical group will have their own security measure as well."

"Oh no, don't worry about that, I already told her no !"Sarah interrupted."I know we're airing their TV during the show and those things are supposedly almost adult. I don't want my babe seeing that filth, or meeting those creeping. I can't believe she asked me to do that. My parents would never forgive me if I helped queer her to any Sir Thomas More of that filth !"

"It's probably for the best you refused to let her come."Jessica said."Did you know that mathematical group's demographic square bracket is expanding exponentially to include lily-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 talks about how explicit their music is, and there are rumors that some of the videos are practically adult. I'm not looking forward to reviewing them, but I know the network agreed to air them uncensored."

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio's agreement with Negro genus Phallus allows for nakedness, profanity, and sexual turn during the altogether broadcast. In fact, the whole program will be completely uncensored with the exclusion of the mature subject matter disclaimer and a deal full of commercials, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to have it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The mesh makes no guarantee of the nature of the program's contents. Anything and everything that happens on television camera during the interview will be aired !"

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

"I know,"Jessica interrupted,"I know. The meshwork warned me that they might try and rip something. In fact the network is counting on it. They're even airing disclaimer in the pay-per-view ads. It 's all about sensualism. An uncensored television receiver broadcast would give these hombre the perfect chance to stage a very visible stunt. The bosses assured me that I won't be in any literal danger, so they asked me to toy along for as long as I could. ``

Like the reports about inkiness Phallus's limited availability, the reports about their demand for uncensored airtime was also a cover story. Solomon Martin Luther King was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view TV data format and the web simulcast. Such broadcasts, with strong disclaimers, would allow them to broadcast sexually explicit music TV, relinquish of FCC treatment. Of course, it would permit them to diffuse any sexually denotative content ... not just from the music video recording, but also anything that might transpire in the tidings studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any fine they levied would easily be paid by video sales of that very broadcast !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a oceanic abyss breath. The truth was, she was a little worried, but was forcing herself to stay cool it."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 vex, I'm KNEN's star reporter, the network is not about to let me descend to any scathe ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, happy to change the subject from those horrendous black rapper to her Recent epoch engagement."I finally got it back from the jewelers. It took them forever to fit the closed chain to my finger !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the ring. It was not a distinctive fight band. It was a bedaze home heirloom in gold, platinum, and baseball diamond. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a delicate atomic number 79 pattern. This frail pattern had been the causal agency of the halo 's lengthy fitting adjustment. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's kin ?"

'' He said about a hundred and 50 eld ! '' Sarah exclaimed excitedly. `` He was going to wait until the wedding to present it to me, but he said he was just that certain that I was the one ! It's so gorgeous ! I'm never ever going to aim it off ! ``

'' He must have sex you very much ! '' Jessica grinned. She was so happy for her help. It was so nice to see a sugared miss so in passion with a nice man."I'm sure you'll be very felicitous together !"

"I hope so."smiled Sarah,"I love Brad. I hope I can make water him glad. He's been so patient role with me ... with my beliefs I mean."

Sarah didn't believe in pre-marital sex, and Brad had very patiently respected her feeling. Sarah and Brad had been dating for four years, since college. The one and only fourth dimension that Sarah had ever considered get Brad take 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 hand-jobs since their fight, but she never went any farther than that. She never felt the urge to do so ... until recently.

Recently the natural sexual impulse that she'd so easily suppressed since her teenaged years had grown incredibly strong. She didn't fully understand why, and could only imagine that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was dying to yield herself to him. Sarah counted herself lucky that he'd had to go on a concern trip to European Community for a few month. She would ingest hated to fall in in to her urge so close to her get hitched with day ! Still, Sarah's desperate hotness had only gotten unfit since Brad's passing two calendar month ago ... and it would be another two calendar month before he returned ! Every night she went to log Z's thinking about her nuptials night. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been hard for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her nous wandering to her recent desires and recently frequent thought process of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be big for Brad. As difficult as it is to follow them sometimes, these are my beliefs. I mean, believe that my consistence is a temple, and that my virginity is a gift to precious to be given away before marriage. I'm not having sex before matrimony because I believe its wrong. The simply reason Brad's not having sex before spousal relationship is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really difficult for him. But he's going to be so thrilled that we waited !"

Jessica was barely listening to Sarah's. She was gathering some text file for her meeting.

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

"What ?"Sarah turned to her hirer, furrowing her hilltop in confusion."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 Recent epoch ‘ problems ’. No topic how frustrating her married man's impotence had become, she shouldn't be mentioning it to her young secretary !

"Oh,"Jessica blurted, quickly trying to pass over her indiscretion."null ! 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 New World chat, but I'm going to be late for that meeting."

"Maybe we can talk afterwards ..."Sarah suggested.

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the meeting could run a little long. I might not even be back in the bureau today."There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn't want to risk re-opening the content she had barely closed. billy club's impotence had become a origin of creeping and acute frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the secret pillowcase. She wasn't about to take that risk again.

"Okay,"Sarah shrugged."I guess I'll just go back to working on that computer trouble then. I'll see you tomorrow."

Jessica approached the door, but briefly turned back to her helper."Sarah, I know you're concerned about those guy from Onyx disc coming tonight. Don't trouble about it. Just behave professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and dainty you appropriately. If they don't let me sleep together ! answer any doubt they have, aid them out anyway you can, and mesh up afterwards. Okay ?"

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

With that Jessica was out the threshold and on her way to her encounter.

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite close, working together in their few calendar month and long hours at KNEN. Jessica was a wise man to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be able-bodied to cast anchor a tidings program, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a neat career, and a slap-up marriage…

Of course of instruction ... matter weren't quite as they seemed. Thanks to Billy's impotence, Jessica was just as sexually frustrated as her pair of virginals help, Sarah. And none of them knew that all of these problem were caused by the Saame thing ... The bottled water they drank every day, supplied by KNEN, was tainted with Xcite.

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Sarah was in her minor spot, side by side to Jessica's, running diagnostic programs on her computer for much of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to cultivate, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computer when there was a knock at her door.

Sarah opened the room access to find two very large, very muscular, very black gentlemen towering in front of her. One wore a smuggled suit, the other was wearing a silky black shirt and baggy gasp rig, almost like pj's. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't assistance but find both of the men very handsome. In addition to their height, the men were both very brawny. Their skin was a flawless, rich, warm, deep brown brown. Their cologne water was intoxicating.

"Excuse me,"the man in the causa said smoothly,"I'm looking for a Miss Sarah Davenport, is that you ?"

"Y..yes."Sarah stammered, her bright green eyes darting from one shadow face to the other. The other man stood, soundless and expressionless, his centre hidden by the stylized sunglasses he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an ill-chosen secrecy until the man in the lawsuit finally spoke.

"My name is Tom Watkins, I'm a representative for Black Phallus. I believe you were expecting us."

"YES ! Right ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own strange doings. She suddenly felt that familiar lonely longing for her fiance that she'd been feeling over the live on couple of month. What was coming over her ? There was an inapt silence while Sarah tried to gather her thoughts. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her appointment ring.

"Nice ring."The at one time silent giant finally spoke ! He kept his voice low, quiet, but it was very deep… and somehow, it sounded almost malevolent.

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

Silently, the hulk slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's tiny ashen hired hand in his goliath black palm. Firmly, he held her hand while he examined down at the ringing on her finger ... at least he appeared to be looking at the ring. Sarah couldn't tell, thanks to his mirror-lens looking glass. 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 giant didn't let go of Sarah's hand. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her palm with his inviolable fingers while he continued silently admiring her engagement doughnut ... Sarah was hesitant to overstretch her handwriting away, and was afraid to speak to the heavyweight man holding her hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her annulus ... The three were silent for various seconds before Sarah worked up the nerve to address to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eyes off the jewelry-admiring heavyweight holding her handwriting.

"Ms. McFarland asked me to establish you guys around the studio. Is there anything in particular 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 show you ?"

"Everything."He responded simply. Again, he did not elaborate. Sarah shivered, she felt a tingling in her seawall ... the same one she'd felt the night Brad had proposed. The Saame one that had been building up over the concluding few week. The same ... but stronger.

"We need to inspect your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to make sure everything you have is compatible with blackamoor penis's needs, 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 requests 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 abject lip gently ... Her optic were glued to the blank black crystalline lens on the space black face of the second man. He smelled so unspoiled !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the second man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily ill-use backward into her business office,"I have a large piece of cogwheel that I need you to help me essay tonight. It could necessitate much of the night, but I trust I can weigh on your complete co-operation."

"Of course of action,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a trance, still staring into the highly pensive lenses of the second man's sunglasses. She was captivated by her contemplation ... her delicate white features framed and overwhelmed by his masculine black features."I'm here to see that all your demand are met. I want to help you in any way that I can."

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

That door was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her confluence. In her rush to get out the place that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"blackamoor genus Phallus"videos posterior. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking past Sarah's office door, and heard the unmistakable sounds of her young assistant moaning and swearing, coming from inside. Jessica shook her head teacher and smiled at her assistant's unregenerate bar. No doubt, Sarah was still having problem with her electronic computer and was still trying to fix it herself !

Jessica briefly thought about popping in to say hello, 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 too close to talking about her hubby's very personal problem !

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy's Holocene insufficiency again, but she couldn't help it. It had been month since the two of them were informal, and researching Black genus Phallus's sexually explicit lyrics had only heightened Jessica's intimate tensity. Even talking about sex in vague terms seemed to defecate her long for a fucking that she hadn't been able-bodied to get in months ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable time to come. She knew there was something causing Billy stress, but he wouldn't enjoin her anything. Damn him ! Why couldn't he perform ? No… no that wasn't fair. billy club was her hubby, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put mentation of her marriage out of her head and started to thumb through some of the research as she waited for the elevator. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the lift and let the doors close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hallway ... at the end of the day ... another screech of joy erupted from Sarah Davenport's office !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's door, she would experience been shocked by the mass. The position was a heap. Papers had been thrown around the way. The computing device, that had been giving Sarah so much fuss throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in part on the floor. On Sarah's desk, in place of the cast out computer, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked mass of Joseph Black and egg white luxuria ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH Jesus Christ fucking CHRIST ... YES ! ! FUCK YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the monumental lightlessness rooster pushing deeper and deeper into her recently pair of virginals white-hot pussycat. She would have been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, Edward Young, pure bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hair and a pair of fogged-up glasses on her pretty gabardine face. Her beautiful white eubstance, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative wear, was now covered only by a thin layer of glistening effort that caused her smooth Andrew D. White cutis to shine like wet onyx marble.

Sarah's naked Stanford White consistency was crouch over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his erect Negroid cock between Sarah's good, sonant, Andrew D. White breasts. He pushed her tits together around his loggerheaded sinister shaft, using her soft White River shape to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swollen pitch blackness cock-head sticking up between her breasts. Behind Sarah, the big black in the dark glasses ( whose name Sarah still didn't know ) had his big smuggled hands on her tiny white-hot wasteland, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after inch of his massive Black shaft into the fairly Edward Douglas White Jr. assistant.

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

"OH DEAR shtup GOD !"Sarah swore."OH Henry Sweet the Nazarene ... roll in the hay ME ... nooky ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper religious girl had learned to appreciate in the endure few minute ...

"diddly THIS cunt IS shtup TIGHT ! !"The nameless big pitch-dark in the sunglasses said as he continued relentlessly pounding Sarah's pussy.

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

The pitch blackness laughed ...

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

"Just ... today ..."Sarah gasped ... sucking on Watkins peter while the tool in her twat pushed deeper and deeper ... harder and faster ...

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

"THIS ..."Sarah screamed during another invading poking ..."... this JU-OOH-OOH-UNE !"

The pitch blackness laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The nameless stud asked."William Tell me ... how long has that pathetic dense whiteboy been waiting to fuck THIS snatch that I'm FUCKING RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG NIGGA COCK ?

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

"Four years WHAT ?"the black demanded.

"FOUR ... .YEARS .... SIR ! !"Sarah added.

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

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the dim in the sunglasses increased the pace of his knife thrust."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... twelvemonth !"she gasped.

"So tell me, Sarah,"Watkins asked,"were we worth the postponement ?"The blacks laughed again ...

As the Shirley Temple Black laughed at their own joke enquiry, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling scream of orgasm. She had waited xxiv twelvemonth to feed herself to the man she would marry. Her groom-to-be had waited four years to be that man. Just about six months before the big day ... she gave it up to two blacken men in barely four minutes !

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

"Then secernate us slut !"The black pussy-fucker ordered,"tell us again what you were before you met us, how long you waited, FOR US to pick out your virginity calendar month before your wedding !"

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

"I ... .was ... UNGH ..."Sarah grunted as the big mordant cock bottomed-out in her cervix ..."OH GOD ... I ... was ... a Virgin ... saved ... myself for ... twenty ... five age ... .OHHHHHH-waiting for my nuptials ... six months to go ... I met you ... fucked me ... with your big ... black ... cocks ... !

"AGAIN !"the mordant shag her pussy ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... Virgin ... before ... your ... big ... calamitous ... rooster !"

"LOUDER BITCH !"the black fucking her yelled ..."I want to cum in your kitty-cat while you scream that bullshit ! !"

"OH screwing YES ! ! ! YES SIR ! ! f"Sarah cried ... somehow, that was the sexy idea she'd ever heard in her lifetime."I ... WAS ... A ... .VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG lightlessness putz ! ! !

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless fateful stud fucked her pussy, and Tom Watkins fucked her mouth and tits. As they wanted, she was still screaming the first fatheaded jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her somewhat whitened boldness. She was still screaming it through cum-covered sass when she felt the nameless he-man's rooster shooting its hot, potent seed into her no-longer virginal white pussy.

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

"assist us out with this,"Watkins said,"and you'll get plenty more black hammer ... starting tonight !"

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

"Good girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some acquaintance to help us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some more of that sweet white kitty. You might need to clean house this room up a footling bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two black studs threw some clothes on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on weak legs and surveyed the chaos of her government agency. She saw a picture of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the floor. She stared at her baby's smiling cheek. She thought about how Becky was so desperate to fulfil the Black phallus rappers. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio the future dark. Then she thought about what would happen to Becky if she had granted that request, and that thought turned her on !

Sarah now knew exactly what the mathematical group had planned. This was why studio security wasn't allowing VIP passes that Nox, they didn't want anything to risk disrupting the programme. Sarah dared not do anything to menace her new protagonist'plans, so she realized she probably couldn't get her Sister into the studio that night. Still, the was something she could do for Becky ... something she felt compelled to do for her Sister.

Sarah picked up her sound, laying on the floor with the receiver off cradle and emitting an obnoxious beeping that indicated the ancestry was disconnected. She reset the disconnect button, and punched in a sound number. Becky's voicemail answered, so Sarah started to leave a subject matter.

"Hi, Becky. It's your babe. facial expression, I just wanted to excuse. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a consequence. Sarah didn't want to just come 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 hr."I met with some representatives from that rap radical you like. I learned a lot about Black person penis that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the decision that I was wrong about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. Security is just too sozzled for me to get you a VIP passing but I really want to produce sure you see this audience so I'm going to email you my credit rating poster number so that you can order it on pay-per-view or ticker online. I'll try and get their autographs for you too."

Sarah thought for a consequence longer. She really wanted to do near for her baby. She wanted to get her some black cock."Becky ... make sure you preserve your telephone on you that nighttime. Maybe I can set something else for you. Bye for now"

Billy McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been home for 2 60 minutes, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on planet, fumbling uselessly with his hobble dick. It was rare that he ever got home before Jessica these days, so he wanted to claim advantage of the time alone by trying to get his cock 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 net television. He was still watching it when Jessica got home. She smiled at her married man, lying in bed. She did a little strip tease for him, slowly taking off her business attire and getting down to her bra and scanty. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the face and giving his dick a gentle squeezing. Soft and hobble.

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

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

"It's sanction honey."Jessica sighed, trying to cover her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a casual shirt and slacks, then left the bedroom. If she couldn't piece of work on her disintegrating sex spirit and man and wife, she could bring on her audience interrogation and enquiry. Jessica went to her family office, powered up her electronic computer and began studying her research and query that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over question again and again, thinking of second and third base product line of questioning. She thought of different room of phrasing her questions, in sheath she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the euphony picture. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her fourth dimension as best she could. She looked at the track listing on the CD, and marked the raceway that were on her music DVDR. She could skip the those tracks and follow their television later, thus saving a little time ... and saving her the problem of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ filth ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the transcript of"Only Natural"into computing machine and plugged in a twosome of earpiece. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to take notes on the lyric poem. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit material, she'd read some lyrics from some of the songs, but hadn't procured a written matter of the entire material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music TV. Every one Sung on the record album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a collection of bad Holy Scripture though. The vocal on"Only natural"described detailed routine of sex. More specifically, the songs were all about black men having sex with white women, all kinds of white women ; youthful, older, I, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more shocked when she read the CD's ocean liner notes. The mathematical group contended that all of the songs on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly appal claim, considering the stories told in some of the vocal, particularly the some of the stories that the songs told.

This first Sung dynasty was called"sizing DOES matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the chorus,"but your ladies know it's true, sizing Energy Department thing !"It was about all the stereotype of pitch-dark men and abnormally heavy penises. The song underscored the unit philosophical system of the group, and demonstrated why every raceway on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the birdsong as the lengthening of a cockeyed myth.

"fixing"was about a black history project in a college class, where white students had to suit ‘ slave'for black students for two weeks. The white female person students end up becoming sex slaves for Shirley Temple Black men, while the white male educatee were forced to watch. At first, Jessica thought the call was ridiculously aggressive and antiblack, but the steep taradiddle continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a brilliant political satire about race relations and the fear that many whites have of integrating with the blackness community. Maybe these knocker weren't just talentless shock-happy thugs ?

As Jessica continued listening to the outrageous stories the songs told, the explicit language slowly started to grow on her. Many of More the songs seemed to be tongue in cheek. Jessica decided that the vocal must intended as some kind of racial sarcasm, and that the ‘ true floor'claims were just part of the act, made to render argument and word-of-mouth. That was why the strain were so outrageous.

"beloved, I'm Home"told the story of a E. B. White man who comes home early, only to find his wife in bed with the black neighbor. Jessica saw this Song as a commentary on the bias fright that white hoi polloi have of living in the Lapplander locality with blacks.

"Higher learnedness"was about an suburban highschool School that has to adjust to an influx of Afro-American educatee when an inner urban center school closes. The PTA protests that the ratio of student to instructor will be thrown out of balance ... but really, they just don't want Joseph Black in their mostly white school. The song goes on to identify how the black male senior seduce all the bloodless girls and the hot white teachers. Jessica again saw this song as an victimisation of racialist fears and social comment on ashen trajectory from the inner city.

"Big Boss Man"told the narrative of a White man vying for a publicity. He invites his smutty honcho habitation for home-cooked bon vivant dinner party. When the genus Bos meets his employee's sexy white married woman, he tells the match that he'll gift her married man the promotion, if she lets him bang her. The married man wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The behemoth black man fucks the white wife on the dinner table, not bothering to eat any of the solid food or clear the table first. The succeeding week, the hirer gives the promotion to another black man ... whom the flannel wife also happily agrees to bang ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking bill of indictment of those who wanted to stop optimistic action.

"tone Stick"was about a white college cheerleading squad throwing a triumph binge for the fatal basketball squad. There was a ‘ humourous'crook at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the rival school day's team ! Jessica had never liked suspensor and air-headed cheerleaders in high school day and college. Jessica was uncertain what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't service but smile at the musical theme of the mute jockstrap'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical lyrics to be insightful and amusing, she had to admit that the medicine itself was quite honorable. The heavy bass musical rhythm were strong and coursed through her body, making her want to dance, or at least move with the music. Jessica burned the remaining call to her MP3 role player and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her chair and impress around the room.

Jessica let the steady, stern calendar method overtake her, and began to dance as the music continued. It had been a long metre since she'd been able-bodied to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little invoke. The lyrics still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at least not on a witting level. The words barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the rhythm of the bass coursing through her trunk. She barely noticed the more lurid tone the songs began to take aim. 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 video recording, and that she'd wanted to skip it.

'' Nigga In The Wood deal '', the next track, was an even more humorous Song dynasty than the previous unity. Using euphony samples from the old sappy love song,"You're Having My Baby ”, It told the history about a man witnessing the birth of 'his'low gear child. When the sister is born, its disgraceful, and the husband discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a blacken man !

"Black-Cock-Pit"was about an aeroplane flight that turned into an mixed orgy.

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

"Hot White person Momma"was about the plight of a"Henry Sweet Whitney Young Andrew D. White wife"to have a baby, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to lease a black-market lover !

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

"soccer Mom"was about a E. B. White charwoman who finds herself compelled to entertain her high-school-soccer playing son's black teammates.

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racist white college girl who is furious that her parents'marriage ceremony is ending because of her mother's thing with a Joseph Black man. The black man moves into the house and has to asseverate his authority over the girl showing her just why her mother left her father for him.

"Man Of The business firm"told the tarradiddle of a lightlessness vagabond who is taken in by a good Christian conservative menage, and how within a week he seduced both of the folk's twin daughters. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both girls at once, the father is outraged, but the married woman is so turned on she joins in !

The last track was the title track,"Only natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the medicine so a good deal that she failed to notice that this strain was featured in one of her medicine videos, and that she'd intended to skip over it. The song underscored the philosophy of black manly sexual favourable position and potency, from the angle of ‘ raw selection ’. Black men were the alpha males, and had the ‘ natural'right field to breed any woman they wanted. The Sung dynasty contended that deep down, every woman knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially Elwyn Brooks White adult female. Every cleaning woman, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by pitch-black men. It was ‘ only natural ’.

By the end of the live path, Jessica was sweating, and her intact body was tingling. She realized that after calendar week of being untouched, the sexually explicit language of"Black phallus"had aroused her. She needed Billy, and she needed him…immediately. She threw undefendable the door to her office and went to her bedroom. Billy was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her deal down the front of his pants… nothing. She gently bit his ear lobe. Billy muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back weeping. She needed expiation, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her federal agency, unsure of what to do with herself. Her psyche was swimming with confusion…and lust. She glanced at her research ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too wind up up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music videos on her desk and grabbed the deed that attracted her aid earlier… something called"White River Wedding, Blacked Bride ”. It was the one track that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the medicine video into her computer. Not wanting to wake billystick, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to check the television. Within seconds, the sullen hammer of the freshwater bass coursed through her consistence, again igniting a fire that no frigidness exhibitioner was going to dowse…

Jessica's big blue eyes locked onto the screenland as the first images flickered to life. What happened adjacent was like an out of physical structure experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"White nuptials, Blacked Saint Bridget"music video seemed to be a series of vignettes about bride ditching their ostler on their wedding day, so they could be with smuggled men. The video recording opened with chime playing Mendelsohn's Wedding March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass part heartbeat, and a female chorus line chiming the parole"I Do"repeatedly.

The curtain raising scene showed the knocker standing on a stage similar to those one would see in a strip baseball club, fill in with provocative exotic dancer. The backdrops were of backlit stained glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of church service windows. The dancers were all new bloodless cleaning lady, wearing assorted skimpy outfits evocative of a espousal motive. All the girls were sylphlike, with full breasts and long, lustrous hair. Each girl wore a bridal veil of some variety, white high-heels, and some skimpy Elwyn Brooks White lingerie. One girl, a blonde, was wearing a lace bustier and pantie. Another fille, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and panties and long, tweed satin gloves. A third daughter, a carrottop, wore a lacey bra and flip-flop panties, with a supporter rap and fishnet stockings. The former female child in the ground were similarly attired.

The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper Pole', exchangeable to those shot in striptease night club. Jessica noted that the poles were painted a rich, dark sepia Brown and were highly polished. As the girls danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the refine brown poles, they mouthed the words to the `` I Do '' refrain. As the refrain ended, the tv camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big blue eyes directly into the camera and sang the lyrics `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only blackness Men '' !

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

The filmdom cut to a beautiful blond bride walking down the gangway, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the Saint Bride as the terpsichorean that had closed the preceding scene. As the music continued, the camera shot showed that the bride was in fact looking over the groom's shoulder, at the best man… a handsome, bald, contraband man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rapper. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the rapper 's font. The stud runs his knife over his lips slowly, the bride nods, hypnotized… We see her shirk nervously with her bouquet.

The scene changes to the sunny exterior of the church building as the bride and groom emerge to a shower of rice or birdseed from all many of the wedding party guests. They rush to the limo, where the stableman gallantly opens the door for his wife and lets her in ... but before he can climb in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curb. A with child blackened hand reaches out, and closes the door. The stableboy and the marriage Edgar Albert Guest stand, stunned, on the church steps, as the limo speeds away with the new Bridget. The usual"Just Married"sign has been replaced with a sign that says"Just Blacked !"

The television camera cuts to the Department of the Interior of the limo, to a close up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The television camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful bride on her knees, between B-Love 's bare Shirley Temple Black stage. She is apparently giving him viva voce sex. Her head dock up and down in his lap, and blonde twist and obscure leaping gently with her movements. Her head bobs are timed perfectly with the music 's beat.

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A quiver went up Jessica 's spine when she saw that fit. She wanted to be offended by such a clamorous disrespect of the creation and spirituality of matrimony. Instead, the brass of the video excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action on the covert, and the becalm pulse of the bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the effect on the screen door, she'd stopped taking banknote. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her leg, resting her hand on her mole.

The chorus began again, and the scene shifted back to the 'stripper'mount. This time it ended on a close up dissimilar dancer, the carrottop. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the camera, unblinking, and mouths the Holy Writ `` I Do Black Men, And Only blackamoor Men ''.

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This time, the scene is a expectant and expensive looking reception hall. It 's a different wedding party, with a unlike groom, and this metre the St. Bride is the carrottop. We see the bride and groom in the reception line, greeting their Guest. A vauntingly bleak man comes up to the bride and smile seductively, taking her hand and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his large black hands over her white-satin-clad breasts. Her eyes widen in seismic disturbance momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The stableman stands, staring, shocked at this behavior. He puts his hand on his wife's articulatio humeri and tries to pull her away ... but she slaps his hand, without stopping the candy kiss. He tries again and the black man, still kissing the bride, grabs the husband's cheek and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the floor. Then, as all the guests stare in shock, the black stud picks up the Brigid and carries her away. She tosses her bouquet over his full shoulders and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The girl holds the posy and a looking at around confused ... then sees another fateful stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her helping hand, and leads her out of the elbow room behind the Bridget and her blacken he-man ! The bouquet falls to the storey, and the conniption cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another Bride, 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 of her slacks ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in meter with the music. It was such a natural response, she didn't even notice she was doing it.
Jessica 's rubbing became more frantic as she watched the next vignette Begin ...

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This vignette shows this pretty gabardine bride dancing with her groom. A black stud walks up behind the groom, staring at the pretty bride lustfully. The stud, never breaking his bold stare into the St. Bridget's eye, taps the hostler on the berm and indicates that he would like to dance with the Bride. The stableman seems to object at initiative, but the Bridget smiles at the studhorse, and gently pushes the groom away. The black he-man pulls her conclusion for the dance, we see her eye widen and glance down ... we see the black rivet smiling ... There is another cut, this time to a astray nip of the dance storey, entire of dancers. We see the hostler, wandering around, obviously looking for his bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the saltation floor. The camera pans across the crowd, and focuses on an out-of-the way door. We cut to a close up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful bride, pinned against the wall, her vast lily-white chick hitched up around her waist, while the black scantling thrusts against her mercilessly ... all in time with the beat of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping clock time with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the good throws of heat, so enraptured with the video that she was barely aware of her own existence… let alone aware of how licentiously she was masturbating as she watched the telecasting ! Her face was flush, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the action at law unfold. Her nimble white fingers probed abstruse and deeper into the folds of her pink kitty-cat, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in beat with the music. It was a miracle her eye even managed to stay open and focus on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the next vignette played ... and the next ... and the next.

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Every scenario was the like ... a beautiful Caucasian Saint Brigid ditches her whiteness stableboy for some opprobrious stud.

We see a white St. Bride and groom posing with while cutting the wedding cake. The groom lovingly feeds his bride a raciness of bar. There is a black waiter standing behind him, staring at the bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the Edward Douglas White Jr. frosting off her groom's fingers. Then she holds up a piece of cake for the stableman. As he tries to seize with teeth his cake, she shoves it into his aspect. While the hostler is wiping frosting out of his optic, the Black waiter whisks the bride and the bar out of reception hall and into the kitchen ... with the black kitchen staff stare at the pair hungrily. The stab cuts to the St. Brigid's expensive white dress prevarication in a pile on the cruddy kitchen floor. The tv camera pans up to evidence the Brigid lying across the kitchen's preparedness table. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed smears of whiten cake frosting. She writhes in cristal as several pair of prominent melanise hand smear more cake ice all over her whitish white skin. The camera circles the table as a large, half-naked black men surround the writhing White River bride and begin licking the frosting off her nude torso. The camera stops between the bride's legs ... but the view of her cunt is blocked by a sinister man's bald foreland ! She rests her lily-white hand, with its shining wedding ring, on the shameful man's denudate read/write head !

Another vignette shows a pretty blonde, sitting at the spread board with her stableboy. The groom is talking to his best man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new Bride. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the Bride on the shoulder and susurration in her ear. The bride's eyes widen, and she smiles. Without saying a Scripture to her husband, the bride gets up and follows her St. Brigid's maid out of the room, down the hall, to a grooming way. Opening the door, she finds 3 Negro men groping her maid-of-honor. The Bride smiles and spell to the St. Bridget's maid who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her pink dress. The bride turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the banquet elbow room. She can see her groom at the board ... he looks down the hall ... briefly making eye contact. He waves for her to come back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the threshold behind her ! The tv camera shows several speedy cuts of hands ( disastrous men's deal and white women's hands ) ripping the Stanford White gown from the Saint Brigid's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a St. Bride adjusting her humeral veil in front of a mirror. The door of her dressing room opens. She turns to see a handsome black janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was empty. Seeing the St. Bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the lovely Andrew D. White daughter. An enormous protrusion rises in the crotch of his cover-alls ... the bride's heart widen and she smiles and blushes. The janitor, seeing her chemical reaction, smiles too, and shuts the room access of the dressing room. We cut to wedding political party in the front of the church building, waiting for the bride so they can get down the ceremony. A beautiful woman, presumably the Brigid's mother, walks to the changing room to get her daughter. She knocks on the doorway ... and it suddenly jerks open to let on her beautiful white daughter on her knee joint ( back to the camera ) kneeling in strawman of a melanize man in her full bridal gown ! The mother stares for a moment, before another pitch blackness man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and drag out her into the room.

This next vignette featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the threshold of her honeymoon suite. The hostler kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smiles ... The groom holds up a digit, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to get hold of a shower world-class. The St. Bridget pout, while the ostler steps into the bathroom. Then there is a knock at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a good-looking pitch-black man, with a complimentary bottle of Champagne-Ardenne. The bride smiles and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the bridegroom is. The Brigid indicates the can. The dim he-man looks at the closed in bathroom threshold ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The photographic camera pans up the St. Brigid 's soundbox, ending on her beautiful face ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her humble lip and shuffling her feet under her clothes.

The following nip was made from a suspiciously low Angle, showing the ostler coming out of the bathroom, toweling off ... he looks in the direction of the television camera, and his jaw drops. The television camera pulls back ... now we see the stableboy in the background. In the foreground, on either slope of the filmdom, are the bride 's wooden leg sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the euphony. Suddenly, the Shirley Temple man rises from between the girl 's branch, blocking our view of the groom. He continues thrusting into the young woman, in clip with her leg saltation, and the beat of the bass. We ca n't see any activeness below his waist, but he is nude his muscular blacken torso shine with sweat. He takes a swig of bubbly from the nursing bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the St. Brigid. All the while, he continues thrusting, in time with the music 's beat. The bride's lily Andrew D. White deal run up over his thorax, and around his articulatio humeri and cervix as he dives back into legal action, out of the television camera guess. The ostler is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

satire can be a sickening thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's eye bolted out-of-doors, as she shot up from her chairman, quickly pulling her handwriting from her panty ... and found herself looking at a confounded, and shocked husband. Billy stood in the dark hallway, just beyond the spread out room access of Jessica's billet, his centre glancing from his wife to the screen of her computer, and back again. The reflexion on his grimace perfectly matched that of the teary-eyed stableman in the honeymoon suite.

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

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

That remark alarmed Jessica. She had n't been aware she was moaning. For that matter, she hadn't really been aware she was masturbating until Billy walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to realize how ending she had been to what would hold been an earth-shattering climax. Billy's unexpected reaching had prevented that, though. Her pussycat still tingled…begging for attention, but at that here and now, Jessica couldn't be concerned with finishing what she'd started. She was just too embarrassed.

Billy continued `` I wondered what was going on ... I guess I found out, did n't I ? '' nightstick cried ... the way was n't very light, but Jess swore she could throw out teardrop on Billy 's face. `` I ca n't conceive it ... in here, masturbating, watching that skank ! ``

'' infant, please ... '' Jess pleaded for her husband to interpret ... but she knew it was futile. `` I did n't think for this to ... it just ... it 's been so long, I could n't control 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 job. The black men at work were treating him like tinker's dam ... now he found his wife masturbating to the simulacrum of muscular black men and ovalbumin womanhood in a euphony video. It was more than he could stand.

'' It 's a bunch of god damn spade ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racist language, but he could n't assist himself.

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

'' I 'll narrate you what 's gotten into me, '' Billy cried, `` I 'm lying alone in my bed while my wife is watching videos and imagining herself with a bunch of God-damned nigra ! ``

'' 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 time ! HOW DARE YOU complain that I 'm masturbating ! I would n't take in to do that if you could GET IT UP FOR ONCE ! ``

As soon as the language left Jessica 's sass, she regretted them. She wished she could take them back, but she could n't, it was too late. Billy 's eye widened with anger ... or fear ... or sadness. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the doorway behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The full realization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica arduous, and she felt sick to her stomach. Her last comments left her fill up with guilt. 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 lizard. The video had ended. She had no idea what the finale scene was. She thought about the fact that there were some other euphony videos she wanted to brush up, but after the combat with her married man, she didn't think she'd be able to concentrate on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the side by side day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedroom with her husband, no doubt they'd be up half the night talking. As much as she wanted to sort matter out with Billy, tomorrow night was the big consultation, and she needed to get some sleep. Jessica decided to catch some Z's on the sofa in her home office. She grabbed a blanket from the linen loo and a bottle of water before stripping down to her underclothing and lying down on the lounge.

As Jessica lay her head down on her pillow and closed her eyes, persuasion and self-doubt swam through her banal mind. Her marriage had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been intimate with her husband in months, but now she was n't even capable to kip next to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time ? Was that why he could n't speak to her about his problem ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so focused on her career lately, that she 'd been neglecting her husband 's trouble ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to condense on her personal life after the next night 's audience with Negroid Phallus.

Jessica smiled as she drifted off to sleep. She resolved that things would change ... after she got through the interview. Yes ... after the audience, things would be different !

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The Christian church was full of faceless guests.

The groom stood at the altar ...

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

The contraband man stepped into the frame of her reflection. He was magniloquent and muscular ; he placed a bombastic ebony tree paw on the bride 's shoulder.

The groom stood at the Lord's table, the medicine stopped.

The guests'point turned too watch the St. Bride 's approach.

The St. Bridget lookout in the mirror as two large shameful manpower circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded Caucasian corset to scintilla. white pearls and astragal fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the floor ...

The Shirley Temple Black man 's hands coast over the newly exposed white belly of the bride ... and over her full clean breasts.

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

The guest turn to each other, there are murmurs of confusion.

The bride watches as the black man 's deal move over her breasts pinching and teasing her stiffening pinko nipples, then up under the veil, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the face of Jessica McFarland.

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

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Jessica bolted unsloped in the bed, her full phase of the moon white breasts heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd meliorate lease a frigidness exhibitioner and get to work and make for the even 's interview.

When Jessica got into the shower bath, she made sure to zigzag the cold water up eminent. For some intellect her skin felt like it was on fire. It wasn't pain, it was an extraordinary sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of sexual tension. This was the Sami sexual tautness that had been building up through weeks and weeks of sexlessness. This was the same tension that had led her to wank the premature evening, while watching Black Phallus's explicit video. It was the same sexual tension that had led her to shout out at Billy…and feed her that dreadful nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that video ? How could she daydream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on billy club ? And why did that ambition make her backwash up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilt feelings was in full geartrain. She tried to remind herself that she'd been trying to initiate lovemaking with Billy for months, but her own tremendous words kept coming back to haunt her. How could she cause said those awfully affair to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that nightstick 's powerlessness was somehow her fault. He must have felt neglected by her recent career focusing, or maybe threatened by her Recent success. But in any case, she was going to fix it !

As the cold water supply cascaded over her perfect gabardine body, Jessica planned her evening. After the interview, they would go out for a nice, tranquillise, romantic dinner party, somewhere secluded. When they got place, Jessica would give nightstick a skillful massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be nice and relaxed, and then she 'd pioneer lovemaking. To ready trusted it would n't fail, she 'd set about off by giving him oral sex. unwritten sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought of taking a penis in her mouth to be stark.

Once Jessica was out of the shower, she selected some of her aphrodisiac lingerie. She decided that would hold out it all day, so that when she and billystick got home, she could molt her clothing right in front of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sale at the Hidden Closet lingerie store, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of black satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong panties, a meet supporter belt, and a pair of black thigh-high hose stockings.

As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her reflectivity in her full-length mirror. The black-market lace and satin complimented her fair skin colour beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her house, 36c chest, without binding her shape. The panties rode her hip joint creating a French-cut V in the front line, while leaving her beautiful round white ass exposed with the flip-flop back. The supporter complimented the bra and pantie set, and the thigh-high black hose gave the sexiness of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a doll. Jessica found a sexy, yet neat black skirt and blazer that could be worn on-air for the evening's consultation and then to dinner at a Nice restaurant afterwards. By the prison term Jessica was completely dressed, billy goat was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm dismal beloved, '' Jessica cooed, resting a ticklish hand on her husband 's shoulder, `` I never should get said those tremendous things ! ''

nightstick smiled half-heartedly at his wife. She 'd been very hurtful to him stopping point Night, but she always had such a cherubic voice. It was always seemed both girlishly innocent and seductively throaty at the Saami fourth dimension.

'' I 'm good-for-naught too ... '' billy goat shrugged, looking down at his shoes, once again, unable to expect his wife in the eyes, `` its just ... you know ... ''

'' I know all about it dear ! '' Jessica said softly. She took his Kuki in her paw and raised his fount so that he was forced to nominate eye contact. `` I think I understand why you 've been so confused lately. ``

'' You do ? '' truncheon was surprised. How did she figure out what the problem was ?

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

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... rapper. '' billy goat felt his blood kickoff to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the wrong matter to say. Her guilt over the previous dark took hold again ... again casting herself as the neglectful wife. It was bad enough that this designation had taken so much of her attention lately, but then for him to take hold of her masturbating to one of their videos ... And what a TV ... 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 club '' Jessica started, `` I have to audience those hood tonight in the studio ... and ... Well, given what I 've learned about them, I 'm ... afraid that they 'll try something funny. ``

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 tone, `` but they might try some variety of promotional material stunt ... zero grave, but something you might not wish. The meshwork really wants this interview, they 're ready for it ... and I might have got 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 lesson supporting. ``

Jessica looked at her hubby lovingly, and kissed him. In spite of the awed things she 'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to give her his erotic love and bread and butter.

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

'' Perfect ? '' billystick 's curio was peaked, `` What do you mean ? ''

'' Look, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a hand over her married man 's shoulder joint. `` I know things have been difficult lately, and maybe I 've been too wrapped up in my career. 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 ? '' Billy smiled eagerly `` What ? ``

'' I ca n't secernate you, it 's a surprise ! '' Jess whispered coyly. `` But rest assured, after tonight 's interview is done, there 's not going to be anymore mental confusion about where my affections lie ! You're going to see a whole new position of me. I promise ! ``

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a quick meeting with her manufacturer and went over the programme for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would present a little desktop information on the group, and introduce each of the music videos before conducting the interview with Black Phallus. Jessica was glad of this. Due to all the mess with Billy the previous eve she hadn't been capable to follow all the TV. Seeing the videos before the interview would give way her the chance to prepare more question. The only real problem Jessica now had was that her helper didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a bright smile and a java, water, or juice. This was not the case today. It was almost noon before Sarah finally did exhibit up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like most of the crew, Sarah was usually nervous on broadcast sidereal day, but today she seemed high-risk. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed agitated and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her word with Sarah the old day. Sarah thought the rappers were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ publicity stunt'they might pull up in the studio apartment. Sarah was no doubtfulness extra neural about them being in the studio that night. Still, there was something else strange that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally pure constitution looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very jade and her clothes also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the same dress she had worn the old day ! Had the poor people female child not slept ? When they had a few mo, Jessica took the opportunity to mouth with her Thomas Young booster and assistant.

"Sarah, is everything all right ?"Jessica asked, resting a mitt on her assistant's articulatio humeri,"You seem out of form today."

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

"Well,"Jessica raised an eyebrow,"I mean you were late getting in this dayspring, and you seem a piffling distracted today. Are you indisputable you're OK ? Are those.. aren't those the Saami clothes you wore yesterday ?"

"Oh, yeah"Sarah smiled,"I had a pugnacious nighttime last night. Up kind of late… you know…"

"Before a studio session day ! ?"Jessica was surprised. Sarah knew bettor than that. Everybody had to operate at one hundred ten percent on broadcast days.

"fountainhead, I was helping Black Phallus test their equipment for tonight, remember ?"Sarah smiled debile"We were getting busybodied about of the night ... I mean ... occupy most of the night, getting affair ready !"

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

"Oh, they did… I mean, we did. We were up all nighttime ... 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 low-spirited centre,"it went a lot better than I expected. I learned a lot about the group, and I have a whole new deference for what they're doing."

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how much Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own use of the music, but would never have believed her cautious, demure young assistant would have been capable to look past the surface of the lyrics. When Sarah had first learned that Black person Phallus would be featured on the computer programme, she'd been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any respect for that kind of group made Jessica more than a little curious."How ? I mean ..."

"wellspring,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary resolution,"it would adopt a long clip to explicate and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in make up, then they're going to need to set up the lights, so you'd better get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those Light are like !"Sarah's death comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the dressing room and throw a fresh water nursing bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to hide something, but as lots as she wanted to reveal the mystery, she simply didn't have the time. Sarah was properly, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the audience. The trueness would have to wait until another day.

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Within the hour, Jessica was at the anchor desk, going over her while the set's engineers busied themselves around her. After Black Phallus's lighting penchant had been programmed in the late eventide, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to outdo illumination Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain lineament. As she sat under the changing studio lights, Jessica couldn't help but feel like the lights were hotter than formula. Certainly, studio kindling always put out a lot of heat, but tonight the brightness'heating plant seemed especially severe. Jessica found herself drinking bottleful after nursing bottle of ice water. 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 foreplay in cleaning lady, with some liquidity"e"ecstasy mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her assistant, as she was handed her quarter nursing bottle of weewee,"Does it seem strong in here to you ?"

"What…"Sarah babbled nervously,"well, yes. I mean, of track 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 ignore her assistant's strange behaviour,"it seems lovesome 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 precondition 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 supercilium and took a gulp from her water bottle."I can sympathise light and sound, and even photographic camera workplace, but the temperature ? Those blackamoor Phallus hombre seem a bit domineering."

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the piss level in Jessica's current bottle,"I learned that conclusion Nox. They like to subscribe thoroughgoing ascendancy of everything !"

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and took a cryptic breathing place 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 longer ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her bottle of water.

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another bottle."Not much longer now I think. It's about forty-five second ‘ til broadcast 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 live on pay per panorama and also being broadcast on pay-per-view web access.

"Great, not much time 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 shuffling up."Sarah replied.

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

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

"Is physical composition very busy ?"Jessica asked, looking at herself in a nearby monitor."I think I need a spry touch up before we go on. All this heat is making me travail and I don't want my human face to be shiny for the interview."

Sarah giggled,"I don't consider our viewers are going to mind a lustrous brass !"Jessica shot her supporter a puzzled flavor. 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 stifle a laugh.

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There was a good sense of great anticipation on the air, and as the minute of the interview approached, the tension in the studio apartment's atmosphere got mellow and in high spirits. Jessica found herself getting very anxious, more so than normal for one of her interviews. For one affair, truncheon still had n't arrived in the studio, like he said he would be. She could n't imagine where he 'd got to. He knew where the studio was. She just hoped that he arrived before the broadcast started, otherwise security might not let him in, once they were on the air.

Jessica's unquiet get-up-and-go and countless bottles of water resulted in a much needed bathroom break. She returned from her break moment before the broadcast, and the tension of the studio was even strong than before she'd leftfield. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on hold up television tonight, but there was to be a resilient web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap chemical group in the country… maybe even the cosmos ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial grouping like Joseph Black Phallus would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored interview segment to represent 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 unquiet. It was a sense of nervousness that Jessica knew that the altogether staff of"The Whole true statement"news program program shared. That shared jitteriness was demonstrated when the make-up fille spilled a nursing bottle of home make-up down the front of Jessica's black blazer… with mere minute of arc to air time !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a black crewmember walk by just as Heather was opening the make-up bottleful. Funny, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set manager quickly summoned closet to take another sport coat for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could protest, she was being stripped out of her black top by the busy hands of a wardrobe artist ! This was particularly embarrassing since the blackness sport jacket that Jessica had worn that evening was a closed in jacket with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not worn one ! Jessica's aphrodisiacal black"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all center in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the looks she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a irregular. This was a merry event that she did not need to go through right before an interview.

"Lashkar-e-Tayyiba bunco game masses, we've got 3 minutes to air !"A voice buzzed over the intercom, from the strait booth.

The wardrobe daughter immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the make up miss finished her job. The womanhood worked briskly and busily around Jessica's face and torso. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was aware that the brand up girl was smearing some memory access base across Jessica's segmentation. Then, in a flash, the make up female child and press girl were gone.

"One minute people !"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 crown was a brilliant royal bluing coloring, with a grim dog collar, but no lapels. There was also a Black pattern going up the sides, to underline Jessica's hourglass bod. The problem was that the jacket had a"U"shaped neckline about six inch wide, and ending in the midriff of Jessica's chest. The designer cap would have looked very master if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket exposed a generous amount of the inner portion of Jessica's milky white titty, and even a bit of her disastrous demi-bra's centerfield ! The wardrobe fille had given her the damage kind of jacket !

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

"Sorry, that's all we could find oneself !

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

"No meter !"the music director called over the microphone,"don't worry, you look gravid ! We're live in five… four… three… two…Cue Music !"


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wing, in the special K room, one of the VIP waiting rooms down the entrance hall from the studio, Billy McFarland sat in a tumid overstuffed chairman and anxiously waited for his wife's word computer program to get down. The room was princely ... with soft lighting, fertile furnishings, and a fully stocked gratuitous snack and drink bar, with a refrigerator. The walls of the room were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masks. One wall featured a built-in plasma HDTV monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In spite of the opulent surroundings, baton was highly agitated.

He'd arrived late, been hassled by security downstairs. It shouldn't have been a problem, if these had been the same guy wire that normally carded him on his way into the building. But since he didn't normally on Saturdays, the Saturday afternoon security crew was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like chucker-out for some blacken nightclub. In any slip, these hombre insisted on scanning billy's ID.

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

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

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

These guy cable claimed to have problems scanning his ID. nightstick knew it was bullshit. These smutty motherfucker were giving him difficulty because he was a white guy."I don't have time for this dirt, I have to get to the studio !"

The secondment calamitous guard stepped in front of Billy, blocking his route. Billy couldn't help but back away in awe of the giant, muscled nigrify man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guards took XX minutes to ‘ verify Billy's identity'with the security measure office. They didn't infliction apologizing. As Billy pushed past the beefy bootleg guard, he shouted that that his married woman was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to have them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the result that nightstick expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

Billy was getting into the lift when the guards shouted their answer for everybody in the third house to pick up ..."cunt, A fine woman like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

That struck a nerve ... Billy choked on his furore as the lift door closed and the laugh echoed through the lobby. No topic. By Monday aurora, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the time Billy got to the base where the studio was, the program had started. The studio security measure, another yoke of black muscle-builder bouncer types, refused to allow him into the studio, now that the broadcast was in progress. Instead, billy club was escorted to the honey oil room and told to watch out the broadcast from there.

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Becky Davenport trembled in nervous expectancy as she anxiously watched the screen door and waited for the show to jump. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be capable to watch the interview on television !

Becky had called her sis Sarah a couple of days earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to visit the studio that night and actually contact the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the group was not allow to for Becky to even listen to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to more of their ‘ grime ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not soften. Becky's friend Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber party to find out the interview on Laura's computing machine with some of their friends, but Becky's ridiculously materialistic parents wouldn't allow her to sleep over at a friend's house on a school Night ! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next morning, after Becky had abandoned all promise of seeing the interview, Becky woke to receive a voice-mail on her cellphone telephone. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit notice phone number so that Becky could order the consultation 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 completely house ... and the big TV in the living room ... all to herself. That night was one of the rarified occasions that Becky's overprotective parents left her plate alone. Her Church Father, was at his mid-week church building encounter. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be capable to do it ! She was going to be able to watch the interview with Black Phallus, her favorite music group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The Whitney Young redhead's lowly Andrew Dickson White hands were trembling with so much excitement and dread that she could barely dial the sound number for the pay-per-view service. A feel of setose heating plant tingled through the Andrew D. White teen's back and articulatio humeri as she registered her babe's credit rating card information. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the living room sofa, all alone in her house, watching the television intently, as the opening championship of"The unit trueness"played on the projection screen and the program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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"commodity evening, I'm Jessica McFarland, and this is ... The Whole trueness !"Jessica intoned in her professional demeanor.

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the night's story, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the Monitor. The inside half of each of her full, whitish white tit were clearly visible. She looked like a costly birdsong girl, so some kind of porno-film version of herself. She tried to ignore her predicament and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The Whole Sojourner Truth'about ‘ Black phallus ’, America's virtually controversial, and almost democratic, hugger-mugger rap radical. Their initiative album, ‘ Only natural'has already sold over a million copies in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct internet gross sales. Their euphony is heard in night gild and teenager'rooms across the country."

Jessica could barely condense on the words scrolling up the teleprompter screenland. The oestrus of the studio lights on her bare bureau was a constant reminder of how a great deal of her cleavage was on display 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 surprising, given the fact that their music was never aired on the radio receiver, or television, and banned from some phonograph recording stores'ledge ! The reason for this is because some in the governing and the media claim that the group is simply too obscene to be broadcast. Black Phallus's lyric are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their TV have never been seen on television because of the sexual content and allegedly offensive nature. Some music network official have gone so far as to label the TV as being pornographic or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glimpse of herself in a studio monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her limb failed to obscure the cleavage that her crownwork was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her weapons system around attempting to find a more meek airs, everything she did seemed to prove off her cleavage even more. Jessica's optic darted between the prompter and the monitor lizard as she continued trying to notice a more professional placement and study the teleprompter at the Lapplander fourth dimension.

"Shirley Temple Black Phallus claims that the use of such extreme capacity in their music is meant to express their deeply-held political philosophy about popular melodic theme and societal values. In short, they make the antique claim of every controversial creative person ... that their controversial material is artistically justified freedom of expression. They point out early so-called ‘ explicit'Song that are given radiocommunication and video play and ask why they are singled out for complaint. The mathematical group claims that they are dupe of racialism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a threat to the white constitution. They say that there are some in albumen America that wants their voice silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will larn just what blackamoor member wants them to know !"

The nervousness in Jessica's spokesperson could barely be disguised. In her attempts to deal herself in front of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to become perturbed. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack confidence, it would be bad for her TV presentation and disastrous for her interview. She abandoned her attempts to find a more demure camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artist victimized by a racist establishment ? Are they simply vulgar porn merchant ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But first, we're going to evince you the television that the music video channels won't. All this, and more, after a brief break, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a piddling as she read those endure transmission line off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the interview, and worried about the promotion stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the television were going to be shown that night ... on air, with her in the studio ! Memories of watching the video the previous night ... and the consequence that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the TV wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the former 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 breasts were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under command. She guzzled the bottle of body of water under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.

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Billy sat stunned during the commercial break. What the hell were they making his Jessica wearing ? Her titmouse were almost completely exposed by the crown she was wearing ! Why the hell would she consort to wear upon such a matter ?

He walked over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of H2O from the icebox.

Then suddenly he smiled. Of grade ! This was voice of Jessica's surprisal ! She was going to flaunt her consistency a little on television ... then after the broadcast she'd wear that lilliputian turnout to dinner ... and home ... very naughty !

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

That must be the intellect. truncheon sat back to watch the rest of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

Billy tried to ignore the sinking flavour in his stomach that was telling him that he was wrong.

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During the abbreviated suspension, Sarah Davenport quickly rushed on-set to put four to a greater extent bottles of ice-cold piddle under Jessica's desk.

Seeing her help, and realizing that the break 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 federal agency. I can't continue a program looking like this !"Jessica spread her munition and showed the ridiculous amount of beautiful T. H. White cleavage that her crown exposed.

Sarah looked at Jessica's beautiful ashen segmentation and bit her lip nervously."Of course Jess… I mean Ms. McFar… Jessica."The young ravisher stammered.

Jessica couldn't help but notice the unusually nervous behavior her normally still and collected supporter 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 buttons out of station. The upper three are undone, and the middle one is out of sync with the button holes."

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

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

Sarah hesitated for a moment, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the bourgeois youthful woman left the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing an unusual amount of money of her cleavage. Her Edward D. White lacy bra was even more visible than it had been before she fixed her blouse !

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

Now Jessica knew something was wrong."Sarah, are you sure 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 in the beginning ... you told me that you spent the Night here in your office, and just now you said you left your ring at home ..."

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

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

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

"Why is the girl so cagey ?"Jessica wondered. She didn't have sentence to wonder for very long, because the director's interpreter boomed over the studio intercommunication system, interrupting Jessica's train of thought.

"... backbone IN FIVE, FOUR, troika, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

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


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

Jessica tried to concentre on the teleprompter and snub the image of herself on the studio apartment monitor. Her chest was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to shine with perspiration. This was not unnoticed by the black Male studio apartment crew.

"Tonight we, we at The unit Truth, are able to present these videos, in their entirety. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the fabric you see tonight will be shown in its totality. much of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered violative. After these picture are aired tonight, halt tuned for an exclusive audience with the artists responsible, and hear what they have to say about their music, their video, and their strange philosophy about society, culture, and race."

Jessica's mind briefly flashed forward to the consultation later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally present these outrageous black rappers. How would she possibly be able to conduct such an interview wearing a cap that left her breasts usable to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in stunning, sexually explicit lyric poem about tweed women. What atrocious comments might they pull in about her consistence if they saw her in this cap ?

"The first music video that"The Whole Truth"will express you tonight concerns Black Phallus's panorama on the concept of marriage. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually denotative lyrics and video footage. total darkness Phallus claims that this explicit textile is vitally necessary to underline the points that they are trying to make about what they call,"abnormal cultural values ”. Critics claim that the euphony TV, like the medicine itself, is simply purile pornography and an insult to a time-honored tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally long pause at this stage, her mind wandering to the images she'd seen in the music video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and betrayed look on her married man's face.

And now,"The whole Truth"presents Black Phallus's"White River wedding party ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the song ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these significative and explicit give-and-take on air !

"White Wedding, Blacked Saint Bride !"Jessica tried to maintain a professional person demeanor, but couldn't avail but shiver as the Sung's sodding title left her oral fissure. She could even find a tingle ... one she'd felt the old evening when she'd seen the video.

The video feed cut to the possible action of the music picture, which Jessica tried desperately to neglect. The finally metre she'd seen this video she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to happen here ... she couldn't take into account citizenry to think that Black Phallus's medicine video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't help but bill that several pairs of oculus in the studio were glued to the monitor screens as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a pee bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to obtain something to trouble her from the video playing on proctor 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 blacken physique of Tom Watkins ... manager of Shirley Temple Phallus. They were in her office.

"And the temperature and microscope stage Inner Light are at the setting I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the immature adult female's breast and kneading them roughly through the satiny fabric of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her hands over Tom right chest, and under his jacket."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a hand down to Tom's inguen, rubbing the enormous rock 'n' roll severely protrusion 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 stopping point 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 entrust the black man's embracement, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingerbreadth over the clitoris of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her good, firm white meat, encased in their Theodore Harold White lacy bra. Sarah's diffused white skin was covered with zit ... hickeys she'd received the previous evening, from many smutty mouths.

Tom reached a large black hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her total firm white meat, and hard mamilla. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating action ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the solid ground, font to face with Tom's groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black cock, nuzzling Tom's groyne, inhaling his manlike olfactory property ... a scent laced with the EI enhanced X blood serum endocrine !

"You know what to do Sarah ! Don't hold me waiting !"Tom whispered."We don't have a great deal clock time. You have to be quick for your role of the show tonight !"

Sarah immediately worked her nimble white finger over Tom's zipper, and freed his atrocious 12 edge total darkness cock. Taking it quickly in both her flyspeck white hands, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating dark-brown centre, 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 Shirley Temple genus Phallus television."I can't believe they would put this garbage on television receiver, let alone exhibit my married woman to it, and make her do a account about them. Don't they realize the kind of publicity this will engender for these ... degenerate ?"This is sick ! Who would delight this hoot ?"

But Billy knew who would enjoy this ‘ shit ’. His wife. This was the same telecasting he had caught her observation ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the other night. But he didn't want to imagine of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."cypher could possibly ascertain this garbage !"

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Becky Davenport stared wide-eyed at the sexy snowy St. Brigid and ignominious stud poker in unlike titillating scenarios on her TV screen. She'd heard that"Black Phallus"video were pretty risque, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Her parents had always taught her that pre-marital sex was dirty. The idea of a wife cheating on her hubby was wicked. But this video didn't blockage there ... this video showed new white brides ditching their grooms on their wedding day and giving themselves to calamitous men instead !

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

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By the time the TV ended, Jessica McFarland's eyes were glued to the monitor nearest her desk. She'd wanted desperately to ignore the video recording, but its pull was just too substantial. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a strong effect on her as it had the previous night.

All the Sami, she was grateful that the video ended when it did.

She turned her attending back to the television camera and teleprompter and composed herself as the video ended.

"As you can see, the video is certainly provocative, and there is rationality for controversy, but that's not the sole video we have for you tonight, and others are every bit as controversial. See the next video, after these messages from our sponsor."

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"Every bit as controversial ?"baton didn't like the strait of that. The first video recording had been a disgusting slight against the institution of marriage. The lyrics were explicit, and the video footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ objective ’.

He shuddered to think how the next video recording could be worse ... truncheon was even more troubled by the fact that that the ‘ artist'responsible for this filth would be sitting inches from his beautiful, intelligent wife in a matter of minutes.

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

Jessica's train of thought was rudely interrupted by her make-up girlfriend's smiling boldness and busy hands."free pardon me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the ignition. You're looking a little shiny."

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

Jessica looked into the proctor ... she looked a little sheeny, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the girl to apply some touch-up, to cut down the refulgency. The girl spritzed Jessica's face with piddle, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the fille lowered the flaccid pouffe to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the activeness ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that red cent jacket ! She could here the hushed masculine phonation of the stagehands and cameraman. She could palpate their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a real kick from watching the pretty Loretta Young constitution young lady"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the young make-up girl,"Was that really essential ?"

"Sorry Mrs McFarland,"the make-up girl grinned sheepishly,"its just that ... well ... skin is scrape ... and you were too shiny."

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

"I'll see if I can find her."the make-up fille responded, rushing off set as the manager's voice boomed over the intercom ...

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

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"The humiliation of infidelity, and familial grounds of interracial infidelity. That is the matter of the succeeding"black Phallus"video. Again, we need to remind you of the sensitive nature of tonight's program. Viewer discreetness is advised. And now,"The Whole true statement"presents Black genus Phallus's video,"jigaboo in the Natalie Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting word on her broadcast, but"Black penis"had demanded, in their contract bridge, that nothing about the evening's broadcast could be censored. The demand had been honored by KNEN. But the Bible were the least of her concern. Jessica was terrified that she would go publicly aroused by the video's cognitive content. But no matter how much she may have wanted to try and ignore the images flickering across all the monitor in the studio apartment, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the video yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her audience the telecasting's stars and producers in the following part of the show.

affair didn't seem so bad, once the video started. While as oil as the previous video, this strain and video seemed geared towards sense of humour. At least ... at for the first time ...

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The video recording opens with a scene in a hospital livery room. We hear the breed of the corny dearest song"Your having my baby ”. We see a white yuppie husband with a video television camera, taping his wife in the delivery room, as she's about to give birthing. In cattiness of the physical process of speech, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

The yuppie holds his wife's mitt in one hand, and the camera in the former"Here he comes dear !"

We see from the linear perspective of the camera ... the head of the bed, where the husband is standing with his wife. We see the wife's fan out ramification spread wide, a material draped covering her jetty, and the MD leaning down, pulling the babe out ...

A strait byte begins to toy ... a deep teller booms"congratulations, you are the father of a proud baby…"

"NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE !"An obnoxious voice interrupts just as the doctor pulls the child up into thought, revealing a black baby boy !

Your married woman gave parturition to her infant boy,
but something looks a niggling wrong,
His skin 's a little too sorry to be considered white,
Was that bun in your wife '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 brown and duncical
That branch he 's packin'ai n't from YOUR family Tree !

Looks like you got yourself a
jigaboo 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 serial of ‘ flashback scenes ’. The rappers sing about how hubby shouldn't have left his wife alone all day ... while he was at work.

There is a scene of hubby leaving for work in the dawn ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the rim. She's a sweet, innocent, Marcia Mathew B. Brady case. She stands in the doorway of their adorable suburban dwelling house, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a pitch truck pulls up to the house.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"uncovering out what Big brownness Packages can do for you !"The delivery man, one of the muscular melanise studs from"Black genus Phallus ”, walks up to the planetary house with a orotund box. His muscles flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a reception and pen out at waist grade, indicating that the married woman needs to sign on for delivery. As she leans down to bless the reception, her gown falls capable slightly, revealing her flawless segmentation. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a huge hump growing in the delivery man's short circuit ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brownish middle. Before the married woman can protest, the black obstetrical delivery man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the house, slamming the door behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed front threshold of the firm. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, blackamoor paperboy in his late teenager, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the wife's sidewalk. He's grin.

The barb cold shoulder to a unaired up of a bedroom nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photo of the husband and married woman, in an expensive crystal build. The frame is shaking ... as is the unhurt nightstand. Suddenly the marriage photo falls off the nightstand and the beautiful frame shatters. The scene widens to usher the beautiful frame shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful brass bed headboard, banging against a wall. We can see the wife's wrists are tied to the brass bed posts with packing tape. There is a brief close up of her face, she is moaning and smiling. The camera pulls back, showing the melanize livery man, in undifferentiated, shirt tails covering his ass and the married woman's long Elwyn Brooks White legs wrapped around his waist. The camera pulls back further, out the sleeping room windowpane, where we see the inglorious teenager peeping, and recording the action on his cell phone."spade In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

She's too fine to be lone
so what you wife gon'do
When she sees a expectant Big Black… MAN ?

She wants to be loyal
She wants to be straight
But we ai n't gon na let that fall out !

She 's got a mysterious dark need
We got powerful nigga seed
Now we gon'get crack-a-lackin !
UNH ! !

The next shaft we see is another barb of hubby leaving for employment, with the married woman standing at the threshold in her bathrobe. Hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the backtalk. She stands in the threshold waving good-bye.
Just after married man leaf, the muscular, black paperboy rides up the home's front sidewalk and pulls a newspaper from his multitude. He acts like he's going to deal it to the wife, but drops it before she can consider it in her hand. She bends down to nibble it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her sizable Andrew D. White cleavage. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his head teacher, then flips spread out his jail cell earpiece. Her eyes widen as she sees the television he's shot of her and the delivery man.
She looks up at his face, shaking her drumhead. He continues grinning, and nods.

There is a quickly cut to the paper boy's release of newspaper publisher dropping to the porch steps, and then a shot of his cycle laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a jibe of the face door slamming. Cut to the interior of the house. The opprobrious studhorse stand in the entrance of the home, facing the photographic camera. The wife is on her knees, facing him, her back to the television camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newspaper boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newspaper. The wife stands up, back still to the photographic camera, and the bottom of the crack ending just below her waist, and drops her gown, revealing her nude soundbox to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the sleeping room, the wife on all fours, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper publisher as the black teen fucks her ass. Again, the shooter is arranged so that little actual nakedness 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 oeuvre once again ... with wifey standstill in the room access in her robe. Hubby leans forward to kiss his wife on the lips, but she turns away, and he lands one on her impudence instead. He gets in his car and she waves good bye. As soon as married man drives away, the milkman walks up the driveway with a crate of Milk bottle. Again, it's one of the giant black knocker from"lightlessness Phallus ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the Milk River bottleful from the crate, licking her backtalk hungrily. The black milk man stares at her mouth and grinning. The Milk man shoves the wife into her house. Cut to the porch and the wife's Milk bottle dropping to the ground and shattering on the cement, sending creamy blank milk splashing everywhere. The door slams behind them.

We see a brief shot of the cheek headboard again, followed by shots of milk running over a hefty blackened chest ... and the beautiful Stanford White wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of camera barb ..."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the driveway and the wife waving him off from the front porch. Quick cut to the inside of the house's presence doorway, the wife is on the phone. Another quick cut shows the room access being opened to reveal a large, black-market, pizza delivery man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a label that says"duplicate LARGE SAUSAGE ”. The wife grabs him by the collar and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen mesa, and the open pizza pie box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the background signal, we can see the deliverance man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a piece of pizza. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the camera's scene by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the married woman rises from behind the box lid. Her backbone is to the camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in front of the pizza guy. The pizza pie guy smiles, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's school principal backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our thought is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the wife's bare berm and moaning face past the left hand edge of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting apparent movement over the top right niche of the lid.

poor people obtuse white jerk,
you went to cultivate,
never should take left her unequalled !

Once she gets some black hammer,
in that married white slit,
we 're gon na ca-ca your wife moan !

As the euphony's pace quickens ... we see changeable after shot of the white married woman letting more and more black men into her home to fuck her.

The next shot is of hubby being shoved out the door with his crown and briefcase ... and wifey on the phone ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the wife with a wrench, twisting at a pipage connective under the bath sink. Suddenly H2O begins to spray from the tease connection. Another promptly cut shows the door being opened to a fatal pipe fitter, then a fast shot a flooded bathroom floor. The lavatory is muggy and the shower doorway are fogged up. Through the shower doors we can make out the semitransparent silhouette of the wife and the black plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her branch wrapped around his waist and her hands clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."jigaboo In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The succeeding scene shows a big, powerful melanize pond man, walking up the sidewalk of the white couple's home, carrying a puddle boater. The front door surface, revealing the wife in a ludicrously lean cosmic string bikini. The pool man follows wifey through the house, watching her perfect Caucasian ass sway, clad only in a G-string. The married woman leads him through the sliding glass doors in the kitchen, and opens the door, allowing the black pool man to walk into the fenced in back railyard. In the backyard, the black pocket billiards man looks around, and the camera barb goes wide to show up that there is no consortium in the backrest yard ! The black man raises an eyebrow in muddiness, before a extensive grin facing pages across his grimace. He then turns around to see the Caucasian married woman walking towards him, her bikini top's strings already untied and the cups of the top just sitting, loose on her breasts. The photographic camera cuts away just as she unties one face of her bikini bottoms and they start to shine down. We see a shot of the lawn, her Bikini top lands on the ground, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The refrain reverberation as the panorama modification yet again.

After husband has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security measure system of rules keypad by the door. A label on the keypad reads"E & I surety Silent Alarm ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarum, then opens the room access, setting it off. There is a quick edit to a security hand truck pulling up in the driveway. Two buirdly Black security officers walk up to the mansion and open the room access. They find the married woman standing in the front hallway, wearing black leotard, nigrify leather gloves, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a shammer storm look and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting handcuff. The black security officers smile at each early, punch in the ‘ all discharge'code into the security measures keypad, and slam the door behind them. From outside the business firm, the camera stays on the action, looking through the broken window. From behind, we watch as the security officer's strip off their shirts revealing rippling black muscles, as the wife falls to her knee joint ( out of shot ) in front of the guard. The refrain Echo and the scene changes 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 pitch-black baby !

A landscape truck pulls up outside the theatre. Two large, muscular Negroid gardeners get out of the truck and walk up to the breast doorway. The wife answers the threshold in her bathrobe and smiling brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a employment order, with the words"specialty President George W. Bush trimming job for Mrs. Kate Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and grins, then backs into the family, allowing the men to enter. The very succeeding guesswork holds on the bedside board again. The wedding photo is gone now, but there is an consternation clock and a recently used madam's kid and can of shaving cream. The photographic camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the rampart. We can see a Joseph Black man is laying in the bed on his back ... then the wife's long blonde pilus flicks across his facial expression as she leans backwards into the stab ... before instant brace of blackness hands pulls her up and out of the guesswork 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 little pitch blackness baby. Then she looks up and sees a muscular black orderly. She puts a mitt up in her husband's facial expression, making him stop the wheelchair. She hands the baby to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walks over to the Shirley Temple Black orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the nearest stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder waving auf wiedersehen to her husband as the threshold shuts behind her.

husband is left standing in the center of the infirmary hallway ... with a screaming black infant. A somewhat blonde nurse in a sexy white uniform approaches them.

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

The nanny then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably fast, sexy, and in shape just two days after giving birth ( it is a medicine video after all ). She is on all fours on a staircase leading upstairs. Her hospital robe outdoors in the spine and the pitch-dark orderly bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and groan. The nursemaid looks over her shoulder at the husband and laughs again, shaking her header. She walks through the doorway, shedding her nurse's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky Davenport's arousal was increasing, though the virginal teen was barely cognisant of her legal action. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"video repeatedly cheat on her husband with one big black macho-man after another, Becky's hired man found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her business firm Edward Douglas White Jr. breasts. Becky watched the video intently ... relishing every glimpse of tegument and muscleman that was exposed on blind. Becky was unlike than her baby Sarah. Sarah had always been able to suppress her sexual urges easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thinking of boys and their bodies ... of what they could do together. In spite of these powerful urges, Becky had always managed to resist the attentions of the boy at school. Of course, none of the boys in Becky's schoolhouse looked like the massive studhorse in these video recording. Becky wondered how retentive her buttoned-down values would adjudge out around men like these. Would she present herself over as easily as the cheating young wife in the video ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own untested breasts with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the former hand down to her groin, where she began gently rubbing her snatch through her panties.

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

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

Jessica was uncertain what to make of the scene. She found the video recording sad and offensive ... yet funny at the same time ... and maybe just a little ... sexy ?

Jessica suddenly became aware of soft feeling of a gunpowder comforter on her cervix ... and cleavage.

"Heather ?"Jessica turned to the composition girl."Where the is Sarah with that jacket ?"

"I don't know, I couldn't retrieve her !"The make-up girl said, putting her puff away.

"Fine,"Jessica breathed, becoming increasingly frustrated."Then you see if you can get me a new jacket and put it in my stuffing room. I'm changing on the next break ! I can't do a grave news interview with my white meat half-exposed like this !"

Jessica's frustrations were coming to a foreland ... workweek of increasing horniness ... weeks without sex ... the sexually denotative nature of the enquiry ... the blow-up with billy goat the previous evening ... the pressure to ‘ fix'his trouble ... the pressing of the consultation ... the flood out passion of the studio apartment lights ... these erotic videos she was having to present ... and her tits on display for every lecherous pig in U.S.A. and her studio ... and those knocker ! God, she'd forgotten that the rappers would see her body like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably rive some kind of promotion stunt !

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

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"The mile-high club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running joke about the airline industry. But Black Phallus has their own take on the old cliche of a dyad sneaking off for a rendezvous in a halter airplane bathroom. That take can be seen in the next video,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a weak phone of male laughter as Jessica announced the double-entendre rubric, and the euphony telecasting began.

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The video opens with no music. We see a black 747 flying through the sky. On its tail we see a logo"BPA ”, with a strange contour that appears to be a stylized picture of an erect black-market cock.
Cut to the DoI of the plane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde archetype flying the plane, with a white-male co-pilot. A large dark male person flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

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

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

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

The aphrodisiacal white pilot smiles."I take it BLACK !"

Cut to a diminutive, feminine white helping hand picking up the radio mike."attention ladies and gentlemen"talk a span of beautiful pink lips into a phallic Negro microphone,"This is your skipper speaking. Thank you for flying Black Phallus Air !"

The tv camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the headwaiter still speaking into the radio microphone with one deal. She has taken off her jacket, and is tugging her blackamoor tie from her choker with her justify hand. She throws the tie to the story and begins working at the buttons of her pristine white blouse. The camera pulls back boost to show up Big Mike ripping his unvarying shirt off, revealing his midst, muscular black torso.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a duad of minute, but I do require to monish you that we might be in memory board for a gravelly drive ahead ..."the police chief comments, seeing mike's torso ..."But just set your seats to the reclining position, and I you should enjoy every instant of it ! I KNOW I will ! Thank you ..."The captain is at a loss for words as she sees Big mike unzip his drawers. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the microphone in her handwriting.

Big microphone takes the mike from the stunned blond's hand and speaks."Thank you for flying with us today. We know you have a selection in airline travel, but when you choose Black Phallus, you NEVER have any regrets !"

The screen fades to Shirley Temple and then the music suddenly starts with a fast, fast-growing cadence. The television now flashes with a serial publication of three alternate stab of the carpenter's plane's interior. All of the shots are from the Lapplander angle, with the same camera, but are lit differently, and depict dissimilar prospect within the sheet's fuselage.
One shot depicts the woodworking plane's Interior Department lit normally, full of rider on the escape. Another shot shows the three members of Joseph Black member, standing in the gangway, rapping at the camera and rocking with the euphony. A third shot depicts the plane's upcountry with dip lights and lightning flashes outside the windows. Each instant of lightning reveals glimpses of raw white and black branch, writhing in the passenger tail end. These three interlingual rendition of the planing machine's interior shots flash back and Forth River as the music presentation plays.

"We'll convert to a greater extent than your air naut mi, bitch !"a voice over of one of the rapper speaks.
"The favorable Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The injection now cuts to the normally lit airplane inside. This seems to describe the report of an airplane flying. We see the first-class cabin where there are a number of attractive passenger. There are many blanched woman and black men, and a few white men. We see a egg white guy sleeping in his hind end ... The arse back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He leans into the gangway and looks at the keister behind him. The camera pans to reveal that the posterior is bouncing so much because a offspring white char with red hair's-breadth is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his seat along with the music. She realizes what he is upset about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyrics continue :
"Up among the clouds ... your women cry out loud.
Shirley Temple engines howler and the white little girl cream !"

The camera settles on a young white couple, necking in their rump. We can see that the couple is married since the photographic camera focuses on the wife's wedding ring. The wife coup d'oeil at the privy, seeing that it is unoccupied. She whispers something to her hubby, then gets up and base on balls to the bathroom in the figurehead of the woodworking plane. She looks over her shoulder and winks at him as she goes in. The hubby grins stupidly until he notices a muscular black man, sitting a few seats forward, has also seen his wife enter the bathroom ! The stud poker is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

The lyrics continue :
"Our big black planes are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand feet ...,
Our big black dicks will get way up in there, and hit those white girls'sweet Sweet ! UNGH !"

Cut to the married man looking up and down the gangway to make sure nobody else is watching, then stands and begins to take the air up the aisle. Before he gets two steps, the white passenger finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde stewardess. She's dressed in an antique lazuline stewardess uniform with a lowly hat, ascot, and white gloves. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The stewardess gently pushes him back to his seat to his behind and points at a safety sign that has just lit up. It says"Turbulence Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The stewardess returns to her hind end at the front line of the plane as the rag whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glimpse of the intimidating contraband passenger. B-Love makes eye contact with the blanched hubby, coup d'oeil at the bathroom door, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and walks up the aisle, towards the lavatory !

Hubby's centre widen in fearfulness. He squirms in his seat, obviously worried. He sees the severe-but-sexy hostess still sitting up ahead, then gets an idea. He raises his handwriting and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attending of the air hostess. This produces the desired essence ... the stewardess, upon getting up to answer the service-call, B-Love in the gangway. She immediately blocks his path and full point to the"upheaval Ahead"sign. B-Love just smiles and take a whole step forward. The stewardess puts her bridge player up ... B-Love manner of walking into it, still smiling, pressing his hefty chest into her paw. The stewardess's eyes widen ...

The black grabs the stewardess's wrist, holding her hand to his breast, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In second gear, they are at the privy door. He knocks on the door ... it opens just a crack. The white married woman peek around the threshold. We can see her bare shoulder. She is obviously in a state of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a musing of her bare ovalbumin back and ass. The wife's center widen in scare when sees the punk and the hostess. The wife starts to shut the threshold, but the Joseph Black stud poker suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows right behind her !

Some of the rider have noticed the fatal he-man and the stewardess noisily entering the bathroom together. There are a lot of confused and concerned feeling and whispers exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his seat ... humiliated.

"This here trajectory's gon na convert your life-time !
‘ case once we take the skies we gon na bring your wives !"

Cut to an outside jibe of the woodworking plane ... the frame of the scene is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the interior of the plane, the frame of reference still shuddering ... the rider are bouncing around with the turbulence ... as are the occupant of the bathroom !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ flash track ’, a serial of reformist nip that have been intercut with early progressive guess ... alternating back and Forth River revealing only a indorse of each stab at a time. The gibe are accompanied by the strain's refrain. Between each dividing line 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 white cunt is a black-cock-pit, where WE take aim command and we fly that bitch !"
"FLY ME babe ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big blackness Planes In a Big amobarbital sodium Sky ... Big Black Cocks In Your Hot Edward Douglas White Jr. wife ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET BLACK COCK ! FLY ME BABY, FLY ME ! !
The last lyric is accompanied by the holla of a airplane locomotive engine flying,

Each barb is an extreme close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"upheaval ”. Looking closely through the dissolute edits, tight frame, and shuddering picture, we are teased by glance of titillating imagery : We see the hostess's beautiful puritanic center slowly closing .... intercut with a the whiteness wife's oral fissure, biting her own take down lip .... intercut with a close-up of the air hostess's mouth moaning ... intercut with the wife's eyes looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the stewardess's naked Edward Douglas White Jr. back as she leans forward into the black man's powerful back, causing her replete white breasts to swell at the sides, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a twain of blank legs wrapped around a muscular, thrusting black-market trunk ... four livid hands exploring fatal musculus ... one white-hot script wearing a wedding ring and clutching a muscular inkiness articulatio humeri ... a high-heel clad mortise joint hits the bathroom room access latch, and kicks ... The shot suddenly cuts to the door flying open, and the writhing batch of interracial sex spilling out onto the floor of the gangway !

No genitalia is entirely exposed to the camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the action, albeit briefly. The wife is raw, except for her silky blank bra. She is lying her cover in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her long lily-white stage wrapped around the sinewy black passenger. The pitch-dark rider is naked and thrusting between the livid wife's legs, though very much of his trunk is obscured by the wife's branch and the stewardess on top of him. The stewardess is naked, though her blonde hair is still in its severe french-twist and her little spicy hat is still perched on her fountainhead. She is lying on the black passenger's back, tightly hugging him from bum. Her full, pallid white breasts are pressed firmly against his sable back, squeezing the mass of soft white soma out from between their eubstance. Her long snowy legs are spread wide-cut, around the fatal man fucking the white wife. The stewardess's beautifully bare white ass is clearly visible.

The passengers look on in shock at the lurid display. We see respective stab of passengers ... white char, white men, and pitch blackness men ... watching craning their cervix to watch over the military action. The White men look uncomfortable, and pull at their collars nervously. The smuggled men seem to be smirking and grinning. The Elwyn Brooks White womanhood seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One young woman, apparently in her late teenager, is sitting between her father and a big black man. She is watching, enthralled ... her father endeavour to cover her eyes ... she pushes his hand away. She glances over at the big blackened man seated on her other side. He looks at her, and smiles. She smiles back, nervously. Her father looks worried. She turns to go along watching the action. 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 slip her hand into her Elwyn Brooks White cotton plant pantie, her founding father sees what she is doing. He smacks her hired man away and lowers her tray board, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her hand savorless on the tray tabular array and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action. She glances at the fateful man ... he smiles back again ... then winking and lowers his own tray table.

Another passenger, clientele fair sex sitting between a black man and a livid man, is watching in shock. The men are both clearly aroused by the action ... and both look at the sexy white business cleaning lady. The ignominious stud takes one of the woman's workforce and home it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a tough bulge in the opprobrious man's lap. She begins to gently squeeze the bulge as she continues watching the activeness. The livid guy smiling at this, and sees it as a go-ahead for him to do the same. He takes the womanhood's other hired man and station it on his own bulge. The woman allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in muddiness. She looks down at his lap ... at the small bulge ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big hump. She glances up at the 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 digit out and laughs. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to watch the action ... and stead both script in the dim guy's lap ... starting to act at his zip ! The bootleg man starts working at the buttons of the business woman's case jacket.

In another row of stern sits a grim man on the aisle, a Whitney Young White person man in the middle, and his pretty Andrew Dickson White girlfriend by the window. The Edward D. White lady friend is trying to watch the activeness in the front of the sheet, but having intemperate sentence doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to trade ass with him. The boyfriend, glancing at the large blacken man sitting side by side to him, refuses. The black man sitting on the aisle stern smiles at the pretty Theodore Harold White daughter, and pats his second joint, inviting her to sit on his lap. The passably white girl mount over her boyfriend and takes a nates in the inkiness man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder joint at the smirking black he-man. She has noticed a sizable bulge in the black scantling's pants. The whiteboy sees this and immediately motility to the window seat, offering his lady friend the heart and soul seat that she had initially asked for. She shakes her brain and giggles, choosing to stick around dim man's lap and leave the seat next to her boyfriend vacant !

As all the passengers keep watching intently, we cut back to the married man of the wife in the ‘ bathroom orgy ’. He can take no Thomas More of this chagrin. He jumps from his seat, and goes to pull his married woman out from under the inglorious. The raw snowy stewardess angrily yells at the blanched passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the heavy rap music ) and again detail to the"Remain Seated"sign. The young wife laughs at her husband from under her devotee, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his rump, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and watches anxiously ...

Another rider, a muscular disastrous man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ privy splurge ’. The camera angle cuts to behind the new Black man, framing the bare White stewardess between his legs. The hostess looks up at him and begins to manoeuver to the sign when he suddenly drops his pants. Her sky-blue eyes widen in delight ... She begins to rise to her articulatio genus !

The camera cuts away just before we see the hostess's bare breasts. The camera cuts to a across-the-board shot from behind the hostess. We now see the stewardess's naked white body from head-to-toe, her complete snowy ass still clearly visible, and the sides of her breasts visible under her weaponry. She now kneels obediently in movement of her new disgraceful lover, her blond promontory blocking our view of the standing pitch-dark's cock. As the standing Black passenger pulls the hostess's blonde header to his private parts, In the setting we can see the passengers of the plane ...

We cut to the various rider again. Some are still watching ... others ... are busy !

We cut to the beautiful white stripling sitting between her beginner and the blacken man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her seat. Her father looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to view below the tray-table. Her blue jean are open, and there thrust into her Caucasian cotton fiber panties is a big Shirley Temple Black hand ! We see the action above the tray table now as the elderly teenaged arches her back, yell out tatty, and hammers the tray tabular array with her tiny Patrick Victor Martindale White fists ! The father sees, too late, what is happening. As the girl recovers from her sexual climax, she sees the black studhorse raising his tray board, revealing an enormous bulge in his pants. Her eyes widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a all-encompassing crack of the father, the daughter and the black passenger sitting side-by-side. The three bum in front of them block the view of whatever is happening below chest-level. The male parent looks on in horror as the shameful passenger places his with child black hand on the vertebral column of the girl's pretty blonde head teacher, and pulls her face down into his lap ... her mouth opens extensive, just as her principal disappears from position ... down behind the posterior. The Shirley Temple looks over and smiles at the Church Father. The father is horrified.

Cut to the white businesswoman. Though the photographic camera angle doesn't reveal item, we can tell from her arm movements that she is jacking off the disgraceful stud sitting following to her. The white guy sitting on the other side of her appears to be watching the action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to conjoin the action ... he lowers his hand to the sexy white businesswoman's thigh, and starts to push her skirt up ... She smacks his hired hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"button over her seat. A large, muscular blackened male flight attendant comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily period to the Elwyn Brooks White guy ... he looks terrified. The black flight concomitant grabs the guy by the collar and throws him out of the place, into the aisle. The stud then takes the white man's seat and joins the action ! The white woman happily allows the stud to press her skirt up over her fairly white ass, and tear away her silk stocking ! While the black rider continues playing with her tits, the grim flight of stairs attendant begins kissing her neck and sliding a big disgraceful hired man between her legs ! The E. B. White woman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the boyfriend who wouldn't trade seats with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the Black person passenger on the aisle. She is still intently watching the action in the front of the woodworking plane, but is now grinding her ass into the black man's lap and moaning and gasping. The swain reaches over tentatively, and tugs at his girlfriend's arm, trying to pull her out of the black man's lap. The lady friend slaps his hand away, never taking her oculus off the activity in the front man of the woodworking plane ... The disastrous stud smirks at the girl's boyfriend and pushes his big grim hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The macho-man susurration something in her ear from seat. She smiles and stands for a minute while the studhorse geological fault in his seat ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her centre and mouth unresolved wide and she throws her nous back ... her hold dead body shakes. The camera pans down to their branch to reveal both have their drawers around their ankles ! Her pantie slide down her branch !

We see a white guy quiescency in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He looks back over the bum to quetch again. The camera pulls back to reveal that the seat is bouncing so much because the sexy white redhead leaning over it, listen ear-buds dangling from her ears and a foggy look on her face. Her skirt hiked up over her lily albumen ass and a big Negro guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the interior of the cockpit. We see the male co-pilot flying the woodworking plane ... carefully looking heterosexual ahead, trying very hard not to count at anything else around him. The camera pulls back to reveal the albumen pilot lying on her back, on the plane's control console ... tweed branch spread-eagle with a naked powerful blackamoor 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 camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The plane's interior Light Within are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a full-fledged interracial debauchery has broken out on the whole carpenter's plane ! The television camera finally reaches the firstly class section and stops ... just as the O masks suddenly drop as the rap song ends.

Cut to the end of the video. There is no medicine ... just airport intercom yack and crowd dissonance. We see passengers disembarking from the plane. First we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her legs. She has her arm around her grim lover. Then we see each muscular black passenger disembarking with a female white passenger or stewardess at their side ! Then the whiten co-pilot, white female pilot and her smuggled macho-man disembark. The master Patrick Victor Martindale White wife, husband, and the black rapper are not shown leaving the plane.

An older black airline custodian boards the woodworking plane with some cleaning equipment, humming the tune from the rap song. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the enormous sex mass everywhere. He scratches his head teacher. He passes the tweed husband from the beginning of the video recording ... the one that started it all.

"Hey buddy, what are you doing here ?"the janitor says,"flying tender were supposed to straighten out the plane 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 married woman ... she's ... in the bathroom."

The janitor shakes his psyche and reaches for a walky-talky on his cleaning go-cart."Looks like we got another one. I need some security measures up here."

The Theodore Harold White guy sighs, acclivity, and opens the overhead cargo bin. He pulls out his traveling bag. There is a sparkly Caucasian streamer sticker on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The rejected groom walking to the toilet door and British pound sterling on it angrily."Honey, please ! semen on !"

"Me and my loud airline tickets."the refuse stableboy mutters under his intimation."Son of a bitch !"

Two security guard duty display board the plane. They are both beefy sinister men in blazers and linkup.
They walk up to the husband."Sir, we need you to disembark. Now !"

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

One of the guards knocks on the bathroom door.

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

The bathroom threshold opens just a crack, then quickly wider. A bare, white, female arm reaches out, grabs the one security sentry duty by the pulls him into the toilet ! His sport coat is tossed out the bathroom.

The 2d safety device peek in the bathroom door and smiles, then turns back to the husband."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

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

The safeguard suddenly grabs the ostler, shoving him toward the nearest exterior cabin room access. Holding the struggling T. H. White man's neck with one mitt, the sentry go pops the door open with his other helping hand and blows out the inflatable emergency brake playground slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard says, shoving the groom out the door."THANKS FOR FLYING Shirley Temple member AIR. THANKS FOR THE squawk, NOW nooky OFF !"

The groom yells as he slides down the slideway and the guard turns back toward the bathroom, shedding his tie and sport coat. He catches sight of the black janitor, already with his shirt off.

He laughs at the senior total darkness man."What the hell are you doin, belt down ? You think you gon na fuck you a Patrick Victor Martindale White girl ?"

"screwing you boy !"The janitor says."It's my go !"

The janitor shoves the former guard out the door and down the slide, then joins the first guard and white married woman in the bathroom.

The camera pans down to the suitcase, and the"Just Married"sticker as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! MORE BLACK dick ! I'M SO GLAD I FLEW blackamoor PHALLUS ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO TREAT A passenger !"


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When the video ended and Jessica's case appeared on camera, she was still staring at the video monitor ... smiling. Like before, there was some laughter in the studio, due to the video's amusing lyric poem and ending. Jessica was smiling.

The television was horrid, and horribly depersonalize womanhood ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The sight of all those muscular black men ... the curvy new white char ... something about the dividing line of their peel as the grope each other was very arousing. And for some rationality, the deal of the helpless white male rider having to observe it all ... unable to participate, was really funny. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagery when she heard a whispered"psst"from off set.

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

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

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

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

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the TV end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in reaction to the events she'd watched in the television ... but Sir Thomas More so because of the vivid feelings she was getting from the paw thrust down the front end of her Edward White cotton step-in. She had slipped her script under the waistband of her white cotton scanty when she'd witnessed one of the women in the video ... one apparently her own age ... doing the Lapplander affair. And that girl was sitting next to her sire on the airplane ! Scandalous ! Scenes like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense video recording of the evening. Becky had marveled at the mess of the beautiful buxom blonde stewardess's naked consistence as she kneeled before a sinewy disgraceful rider. And the spate of the same hostess falling out of the bathroom with the Patrick White wife and the black macho-man passengers ... Becky couldn't believe how much of their nudity was visible ... you could see so MUCH !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'gesture made by one of the whitened female rider when she rejected a white male passenger's sexual feeler. Becky wondered if the implication was that Patrick White men were smaller than black men. If that was the casing, Becky wondered if that was why none of the white son she'd dated had never turned her on sufficiency for her to let them get into her scanty. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about though was that she wanted to see more ! More video recording ... more black men ... more OF the total darkness men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow her ministrations on her pussy ... waiting for the future television to start. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or awry of her to touch herself without looking at one of the black studs in the video ... much like she had trouble touching herself without listening to one of her Black member MP3s on her headphone.

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

Jessica looked up to see the Whitney Moore Young Jr. brunette war paint girl standing by the linchpin desk clutching a dark designer clientele jackets.

"Thank you,"Jessica responded, rising from her desk,"How a great deal sentence do I take to go change ?"

"Not much ! The stopping point video recording was a long one and so is the future one. The studio needs to lay down for certain that the we hit the adjacent gaolbreak on meter, and have enough time to get the group out here ..."

"So how foresightful to I deliver ?"Jessica said, interrupting the babbling girl.

"Only about one minute."

"What ?"Jessica exclaimed."That's not enough metre for me to get the fertilisation way and alteration !"

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

The cameraman nearby, all orotund, muscular black men setting up the interview set, looked up from their body of work when they heard the commotion.

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

"I know, I saw earlier."broom replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the reason for the crown change in the first place ... she'd spilled that constitution down Jessica's original jacket.

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the thinking of wearing such a revealing jacket while trying to conduct an interview with three over-sexed mordant doorknocker. She didn't have prison term to go to her dressing room and change ... and she dared not variety in figurehead of the leering camera operator again. Soon the decisiveness was made for her.

It was too of late.

Heather rushed away as the director's vocalisation boomed over the speaker again.

"cover IN FIVE, four-spot, THREE, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to frame herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally calm and collect journalist and goggle box giver felt like her macrocosm was falling down around her. At family she was dealing with a good job with her marriage and sex life. At work, the network had scored an exclusive consultation with the controversial rap group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no time to research and machinate for the interview. Compounding that issue, the exclusive audience had been secured by making several grant to the rap chemical group and their disk label. The interview was being send live, the studio would be manned by an unfamiliar crew, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely racy music videos.

The appearance was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an chance event had ruined Jessica's blazer. The successor jacket she'd been given was highly incompatible, showing a ridiculously unprofessional sum of her sizable white cleavage. She had hoped to change into another, more appropriate ensemble before she had to conduct the interview, but there never seemed to be enough time during the commercial suspension. Further, Jessica found herself frustrated and overheated, not only by the hopeful studio lights, but the sexually-charged imagination of the euphony videos she'd had to present that night. Jessica was sweating so much that her pretty composition miss ling was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed side. As the commercial break ended and Heather rushed off camera, Jessica took a sip of water to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calm and collected before she could conduct that evening's audience. The pretty blank journalist was thankful that there was one more music telecasting to show before she had to present its controversial creators to her viewing world. Jessica hoped to use that time to collect her intellection and prepare, psychologically for the interview.

"cancel Selection."Jessica started, looking into the camera and reading the school text on her teleprompter."It's the initiation of Darwin's Theory of Evolution. dominant allele traits are passed down from one genesis to the future. Likewise, in sexual coitus, all animals look for sure attractive qualities in a checkmate, including the human being animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ lightlessness genus Phallus's own interpreting of the theory of natural selection. At this full stop, we'd like to remind you that tonight's computer program is intended for mature audiences. The material programme on this exceptional episode of"The Whole Truth"may be considered offensive to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. Viewer prudence is advised. Without further ado, here is"Only natural"by ‘ Negro Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video recording's airtime to take a break and change her jacket ... but she couldn't completely ignore the video. Like to the highest degree of the early videos, Jessica had not reviewed the video before it played on air that night. She had to be mindful of the message so that she could ask doubt about it during the consultation. She could only desire that there would be time to transfer the crown during the adjacent commercial-grade disruption. It was very potential. She knew the next respite came on the 60 minutes, and would be longer than the old ones. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the interview, she wasn't entirely sure she had the tightness to brush aside it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ lightlessness Phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the finish video recording without any grievous job, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other Night when watching the"Blacked Bridget"video. Jessica turned her attention to the video recording monitoring device near her desk.

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The video opens with a livid worker, obviously made out to be Charles Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a murkily lit way. The words he writes are heard in voice over as the camera slowly pulls out and the tear gets wider and wider.

"Since the publishing of my initial book of my hypothesis of evolution through natural selection, I have become increasingly concerned with how my hypothesis may be applied to the human brute. In train high society, we care ourselves with mixer status and issue of economic prosperity in arranging marriage between families. This can not, however, be said to be a born extract as these rules are imposed by our sociable graces. Indeed, in the gentry or so-called ‘ working'classes where mixer status is lower and therefore less important, the concept of ‘ love'seems contract precedence. But what is sexual love, if not a ‘ civilize'interpretation of our base creature desires. The question must be asked, if the issue of society were completely removed, and the female of the metal money given reign to her own predilections, what ‘ innate selection'would be the result ?"

The oil desk lamp that ‘ Darwin'writes near is going dim. He pauses in his writing for a moment to turn up the wick and the way gets much brighter. In the background of the way, previously shrouded in darkness, 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 muscular male person figure.

"With the help of my friend and co-worker, Sir William Whitely, and his good married woman Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the globe, studying kin of primitives, who are lupus erythematosus evolve and intelligent than we, their civilized betters."

"OH ... .OH MY master ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The cleaning lady's voice call in the background.

Darwin looks over his berm briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, darkest, most animalistic and crude part of Africa, I believe I have formed a hypothesis that will respond my question. The men of the Niggakok tribe have been most helpful, and the sacrifice that Godhead and madam Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, gentlewoman Whitely initially insisted on testing these surmise herself, and has since been very song in encouraging the wife and girl of the former Explorer in our party to aid in the research !"

"OH MY noble ! YES !"Lady Whitely cries from the bed."It's so ... a lot LARGER ! Do you hear Dr. Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and BETTER than my hubby ! So much DEEPER ! We simply must make trusted the ladies review these determination and compare them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Darwin finishes his diary entry :"I am as yet unsure of how the world will react to the results of this study. Some will no uncertainty line up it troubling ... yet we must understand the raw order of things."

The picture fades to shameful as a thumping bass part beat plays over Lady Whitely's scream. The music is a slow down, seductive musical rhythm. A legend reading"Present Day"appears on the screen as a new conniption appears.

The new scene is set in a nightclub ... an attractive offspring woman, tweed, sits at a bar. The heavy bass of the drama as the first lyrics of the song are heard as a handsome lily-white guy carrying two drink approaches the Edward White girl, and gives her one.

"cleaning lady want the BEST
but you're just ‘ the rest'
Gon na be a rotation !"
It's survival of the set
She wan na get wit'dis
Gon na be some organic evolution !
It's Only innate !"

The girl smiles faintly and chats with white guy, but then she looks past him ... and up ... and smiles brightly. Behind the snowy guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the hulk frame of one of inkiness member's rappers. The rapper glide slope, towering over the clean guy and the female child, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the bartender, who hands him a drink ... the lady friend takes her purse out quickly and pays. The white guy angrily taps the black man on the shoulder. The rapper doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a little, knocking the white guy off his dejection, and taking his position. Both the rapper and the white little girl ignore the Patrick Victor Martindale White guy as he slinks away. The music is a slow, seductive beat. We hear the first few language of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus line of"Only Natural"is heard.
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white girl with my seed
Only cancel
Big Black penis gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"


The next poesy begins as the scene alteration to a suburban street.

"cleaning woman want the strongest,
They want the longest,
It's a natural selection !
So now when she feels the indigence
To circulate and spawn
She gon na pick out my Negro erecting !
It's Only innate !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blond is jogging down the street, past a house construction website. Some whiten grammatical construction workers on the roof make lowbred gestures and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the unit setting rewinds and then restarts. This time, when the blonde lope past the grammatical construction site, the twist proletarian are mesomorphic Joseph Black guy rope. They give her the Lapplander unmannered gesture and cat calls as the snowy Guy in the previous rendering of the scene. Now, instead of flipping the guys the bird, the blonde just sales booth and looks at them appreciatively as the sun glistens off their sweaty muscleman. She looks around the street to cook sure nobody can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the primer. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to front door and knocks. A large black man answers the door, takes her hand, and pulls her into the house. The refrain echoes ...

"Only lifelike
Whiteboys can't compete
Only rude
Fillin'your white girl with my seed
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na spawn
ONLY NATURAL !"


The next verse begins. This time the setting is a interfering city street. We see a blank guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive white meter amah stands at the car, and is writing him a just the ticket. The guy walks up the metre housemaid, 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 shot of some change in the guy's hand ... indicating that he has money to pay for the m. The cadence maid's mirror-lens sunglasses betray no emotion, and the officer shakes her header ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the same in use street ... and a man walking out to his car. This clock time the man is a muscular black stud. The same time maiden is writing him a tag. Like the Stanford White guy, we see the black guy walking right up to the meter amah, and reaching into his pants, followed by a snug up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty dealings officer looking down too. This time there is no cut to the black guy's hands holding change for the cadence. Instead, the shot stays on the pretty meter amah ... her mouth degenerate open, and her big doe heart peer over her reflective sunglasses ... she shakes her principal and tears up the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the next pellet, we see the meter maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking dealings. The large blackman is facing the small-scale fomite and leaning against it, both custody resting on the roof. The television camera circles the vehicle until it comes to remain on the black man's back, then scans down to evince his bare, muscular black ass, his legs spreadhead, and his drawers around his ankles. Between his leg we glimpse the white segmentation and open blouse of the m maid. She's sitting in her vehicle, in front of him ... her small white hands rap around his hefty opprobrious ass, clutching it ... as he starts to stuff into her brass ! The minuscule traffic-patrol car stone violently !

As the side by side verse begins, the setting change to a high-toned spa. The shot opens in a belittled steam elbow room. In the steam room there is an attractive whiteness pair, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and tend forward and kiss tenderly. On the terrace beside them there sits a champagne feeding bottle in a bucketful of mellow out ice. The bucket is engraved with the legend,"Happy Anniversary ”. They each take a chicken feed of Champagne-Ardenne, and the lock arms around one another, and drink from the ice, showing off beautiful Au wedding ceremony closed chain. They lean forward and kiss again as the television camera pulls out of the sweat room and the door stopping point. The camera then pans over to the practice session area, where we see two Whitney Moore Young Jr., sinewy, White musclebuilder. Each guy has a stunning Thomas Young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both girls are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a lounge suit leotard that shows off her super-flat breadbasket and toned, tanned limbs.

This scene is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a huge, muscular sinister man entering the region. The Joseph Black bodybuilder is much larger and more brawny than the two white bodybuilders are, and he turns the girls'heads immediately. He flashes a Patrick White toothy smiling at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their several E. B. White cat to go fawn over the black stud. He puts his brawny arms out, taking a aphrodisiac girl under each giant star arm, and leads them into the sauna where the white couple is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the white couple 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 honey with a fine Lady,
You want a kin, want a sister,
So you marry her and make her your wife"

"But creature instincts still linger
Despite that ring on her finger
My black putz gon na destroy your life !
It's Only rude !"

The wife seems shocked, and the hubby beats on the door angrily. It opens and the black macho-man leans out, smiling, holding the room access wide open with one hand, and tossing some vesture over the husband's head with the other. It's a pair of shorts…the he-man's ! The pretty white wife stares angrily at the grinning Shirley Temple Black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his groin ... suddenly her eyes light up and she smiles brightly, biting her lower lip. The Shirley Temple Black man takes her by the hand, pulling her towards the door. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the black stud's drawers. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sweat room with the pitch-dark man ... we glimpse her perfect desolate ass as the door last ... over her shoulder we see the gym-bos qualification out ...

The doorway slams shut behind them.

The shortstop pin from the husband's human face ... and he looks around ... confused ... wondering where is wife has gone.

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your Elwyn Brooks White girlfriend with my seed
Only natural
Big total darkness phallus gon na multiply
ONLY natural !"

We cut to a new shot, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the private road of a picturesque sub-urban home. The car point and a fit, attractive, professional couple, married man and married woman, get out of the car and walk to the front door.

The scene change to the interior of the home, and the door possibility. We see the teen-age girl on the lounge, making out with her white boyfriend. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the girl to her room.

Cut back to the driveway ... the scenario is played out again ... the couple gets out of the car ... and the face door opens on the female child and her boyfriend.

This time the boyfriend is one of the muscular, black, Black Phallus rappers, and the girl is in her bra and step-in ... the Negro man is shirtless. Dad gets furious at first gear, but suddenly mom shoves him out the threshold and locks the deadbolt and chain. She turns to her daughter and the boyfriend and strips off her jacket and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the Joseph Black man's pants !

"Your white girl are mellisonant female child
You want to protect them from our world
So ‘ Whiteboys only'is how they was raised !"

"But when they see my black COCK
Your lil'white earth gon na rock music
‘ cause I'm a-make those bitches CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only born !"

The grim man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a wicked glint in her eye, and leans forward over her boyfriend's groin, moving closer and closer to her female parent's face. The mother looks up to meet her girl's lustful regard. Over the growing protrusion in the rapper's drawers, the girl glance over at the fatal face of the knocker ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glimpse at the knocker ... He nods at the two beautiful flannel woman hovering over his lap, and smile wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and daughter look deeply into each other's eyes ... their faces act closer and closer together ... Each charwoman piece her lips and tilt her head ... their faces get closer and closer together. Just as their lips are about to meet ... the aspect snub !

The refrain reverberation ...
"Only raw
Whiteboys can't compete
Only born
Fillin'your blank girl with my seeded player
Only instinctive
Big total darkness Phallus gon na multiply
ONLY cancel !"

Finally the close sketch begins. This sentence we see a basketball game court ... there is an all white-boy squad, in blue uniforms, running onto the court.

Cut to a stroke of some VERY aphrodisiacal little gabardine cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... cockeyed blue sweaters and flyspeck blue skirts. Each girl's hair is done with a 1 ponytail in the back, held in place by a team-blue scrunchie. The girls jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high-pitched and shaking their antiaircraft gun in musical accompaniment of their squad.

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

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of giant black studhorse, including the Black Phallus rappers.

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

We cut to the game, we see the"Red"squad of ignominious he-man easily dominating the court, quickly sinking basket after basketful, as the Stanford White boys run around almost aimlessly. A shot of the scoreboard shows the grievance 13 to 6 in party favour of the black guys.

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

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

Cut to the cheerleaders again, their eyes widen and they blush. They all look at each other ... back out at the court, and then at each former again. They all nod at each other ... Suddenly, in front of everybody in the sports sphere, right there on the court, the cheerleaders begin to strip !

The next shots came quickly ; each one only appears on concealment for 2 mo, accompanied by the heavy bass pulsation, the echoing strait of a gavel hitting a tap plate with a ‘ Boom ’.

There is a barb of the gym floor ... then a low-spirited flak drops to the floor ( bunce )

There is a jibe of a blasphemous scrunchy being pulled from a young lady's blonde hair, and her long blonde whisker being shaken free of its ponytail. ( boom )

There is a shot of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the Edward D. White team suddenly loses a point and the scotch goes to 13-5 ! ( boom )

There is a blastoff of two of the young Andrew D. White cheerleaders lifting their blue sweaters exposing their 2-dimensional White River tummies ...

There is a guessing of two sexy white cheerleaders, with bare shoulders, a redhead and a brunette, shaking out their foresighted, silky hair.

There is a injection of the scoreboard, the blank guys lose another point, the score goes to 13-4.

There is a shooter of blue sweaters flying up into the air, left and right ...

There is a stab of a blue jumper hitting the floor, with a couple of scrunchies.

There is a dig of the scoreboard, the white guys lose another distributor point, the score goes to 13-3.

There is a shot of a bluish sweater being lacerated open ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

There is a shot of a racy cheerleading dame being lowered over a pure white ass ... in a red thong.

There is a crack of the scoreboard, the Edward D. White guy cable lose another stage, the score goes to 13-2.

There is a shot of a sexy White leg kicking up in the air, revealing a tiny team-red pair of panties ... with the grim men's'team logotype over the crotch !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The female child have completely shed their former personae ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and innocent ponytail hair-dos. Now the girl's are practically nude ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... bras, panties, flip-flop, garter ... They begin to complain and spring and trip the light fantastic seductively ... in financial backing of the master black studs !

Cut to a shooting of the missy asses ... perfect White person asses in team-red thong ... the camera pans across the contrast of missy ... looking through their legs, we see the players staring at them. The whiteboys are in shock ... and the black guy smile and toss the Ball away and head for the cheerleaders ...

Each inkiness participant picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his hefty ebony arms. One musician, Black person genus Phallus's booster cable vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his shoulder and gives her bare ass a playful smack. The young woman are quickly carried into the footlocker room.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the white guys lose another peak, the score goes to 13-1.

Cut to the locker elbow room ... the girls are pulling at the T-shirt and shorts of the black players ... tugging at the cloth, revealing the rippling lightlessness heftiness. Small white hands running over muscular inglorious chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One fille is on her stifle in strawman of a black player, pulling his shorts down. His back is to the camera ... as soon as his boxershorts are pulled down, the pretty redhead's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her stud ... and leans forward ... her facial expression disappearing from prospect ... a large sinister hand reaches down, running fingers through her slick red hair.

Team-red short, bandeau, and lash drop to the floor ... We see naked smuggled and white soma in the cascade ... white girls kissing the all-embracing articulatio humeri of muscular disastrous musician ...

‘ ONLY NATURAL'the chorus echoes again and again as we approach the song's conclusion. As the chorus repeats it is combined with the speech sound of daughter moaning. Each time the chorus line repeats, the moans get louder and more numerous.

We see a naked disastrous player, facing the camera. The shot is only from the chest up ... A midget blonde cheerleader pushes in front man of him, her back to the camera. Her slight White River arms wrap around his mordant neck ... The camera scans down over her perfect naked body, as two muscular dark weapon system wrapping around her slender Stanford White waist ... two vauntingly black mitt slide down the small of her white dorsum ... over a her perfect white ass ... pulling her closer ... her legs spread wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the daughter 's body begins to rebound and the tv camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the quickest coup d'oeil of a pair of black orchis below her stretched pink pussy.

The slam abruptly cuts to the hoops scoreboard, as the plot buzzer resounds loudly ...

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

"Only lifelike"the chorus goes, quietly, one last time.


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Billy McFarland sat in the dark-green room watching the video ... barely. It made him ill.

"This is just pornography !"he thought, outraged."This is nothing but fucking pornography ! These guys are popular ? These bozo are actually considered talented player ! That's fucking ghastly !"

He grabbed a bottleful of urine from the green way's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his married woman's stunned face on screen. His poor wife ! She was in a body politic of shock ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed unaware that the tv camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off tv camera ... her eyes were wide ... her nostrils flared ... her mouth gaped capable ever so slightly ... her full-of-the-moon albumen breasts heaved obscenely in that diminutive jacket.

How could they earn a world-class diarist, an American looker ... HIS WIFE ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this grunge ... and then expect her interview its manufacturing business as if they were anything else early than porn merchant ? What was the populace coming to ?

But maybe, Billy thought, that was the level. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to pee this interview as intense of an experience as potential ! Jessica's interview would probably be a vituperative indictment of the stain that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a leaning of hard-hitting doubt, designed to rip those Son of bitch apart, and expose the black by-blow for what they really were ... for all of USA to see !

billy goat just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so much ! That sexy jacket that she'd worn for him wasn't really allow for television receiver, let alone a hard-hitting consultation. No matter. Her sexy visual aspect would contrive these stupid goon off their safety. They'd expect to be dealing with some precious pick puff. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show USA exactly what she could do !

Billy looked back at the covert ... his wife was still staring, mouth loose slightly, at something off television camera. She hadn't moved in over a bit. The"unit Truth Logo"appeared on screen, with a legend reading :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews black Phallus !"

Suddenly Bill McFarland was not so sure-footed in his wife's ‘ icy professional veneer ’.


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Becky Davenport stared at the screen. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of Black Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the audience with the doorknocker all Night. Both her parents were out that night, her father was at a church meeting and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the couch in the living way and keep an eye on Shirley Temple Black Phallus's aphrodisiac music videos, all alone. One after another, each telecasting excited the naive eighteen-year old more and more. By the time the"Only cancel"picture ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, ripe breasts, and her bridge player frantically rubbing her virgin pussy. She couldn't believe how hot these videos were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Shirley Temple Black Phallus's music, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her heading was spinning. She could get word a ringing in her ears. She realized that the ringing was the household Edwin Herbert Land note. She picked up the phone, but it was too of late, the telephoner had hung up.

Becky had no musical theme that the caller had been her mother, calling to distinguish her that the book club group meeting had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART eight-spot : JESSICA MCFARLAND sports meeting black PHALLUS"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the white video varan nearby. The"Only Natural"video recording had ended a minute earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial break, but Jessica's mind was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video's sexiness had awoken something deep inside in Jessica ... She could feel a strong tingling in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a hired man down between her legs. The conniption just kept playing over and over in Jessica's mind ... as her deal found her scanty ... She thought of the mother and girl ... the cheerleaders ... the cleaning lady at the health spa ... the men ... the big black men ... their muscles ... the round ! That steady, hypnotic, throbbing bass ... all the images and strait pulsed through her altogether body, like it had the early night. Jessica's mind was lost in another world, while absent-mindedly let her fingers rub back and Forth River over pussy agglomerate. The lose weight fabric of her panty was soaked.

"MRS. MCFARLAND ! !"broom called again ... Jessica blinked and turned to the daughter. She still said zero, but jerked her hand out sort underneath her desk.

"I have the other jacket."Scots heather said, smiling wickedly,"Do you still want to change ? We only have a minute before the guys come out here. If you want to change, I suggest you do it now ..."

Jessica stared at the Young brunet ... what did she want ? The girl was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unsung language ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could get a line was the beat of the music. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at Calluna vulgaris as if the pretty Pres Young makeup daughter was starring in one of the video's vignette ... Jessica wondered how this prospect would play out ... how would this pretty white girl succumb to a grim man ? But no ... no, this young lady was standing right in movement of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to shake her top dog no. This was real life now ... not some rap television. Those things don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her head word no.

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

Jessica whimpered ... her breast and nipples had always been very spiritualist ... and in her current state of matter of arousal ... she started to suit cognisant of her environment again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her bridge player up from her groyne, and waved her typeface in a heroic attempt to cool off.

"I guess I can't blame you,"Heather continued, now dabbing Jessica's look and segmentation with concealing powder,"it is pretty hot."

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

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

Jessica swallowed ... her capitulum was swimming. Why was it so hot ? She grabbed a bottleful of water under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few draft. That was better ... her judgement got a little clearer.

"Now ..."she started to believe ..."what did I need to take care of during the break."Her oculus widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby telecasting proctor ... her full, milklike white cleavage was still heaving from fervour ... and she realized ... the jacket ! She needed to modify her jacket !

"MRS. MCFARLAND,"A warm rich representative suddenly spoke up, startling Jessica."Allow me to introduce you to melanize Phallus !"

Startled by the pause in her delirious view, Jessica gasped and suddenly spun around in her chair, only to feel herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."well-endowed"man .... mere inches from her face ! After a few seconds, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this tremendous masculine puffiness, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, guiltless, blueish eyes upwards to see a black man's stripped torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a brilliant, mesomorphic, Diospyros ebenum torso, with rippling abs and a mightily chest. Her middle scanned upwards still, to see a strange and beautiful golden chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's dark deep brown skin. The only habiliment he wore was a geminate black skid, the singular gold string, and a pair of shameful leather pants. His pants were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'flair. Finally Jessica's oculus rose to meet an unflinchingly masculine black face. She couldn't see the man's centre, thanks to a twain mirror-lens airman sunglass. When she tried to look into his eyes ... all she could see was her own astonished, pale reflection ... and her fully white breasts heaving in her unprofessional blue cap. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to search 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 calamitous chest. She wasn't abruptly ... this man must have been at least 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two black men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became aware of when she managed to stop looking at the ebony giant immediately in front of her.

Jessica put a modest, frail white hand out in an pass of a handshake. The giant star Shirley Temple man took her lilliputian hand in his ... it was tremendous, with long powerful finger. He slowly lifted her lily-white hired man to his inscrutable drab face and kissed her finger gently. His suitcase was strong, and unyielding ... but his sass were full, tender, and soft.

Jessica couldn't help but smile ... out of politeness, of course of instruction ! The man was being very bold !

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

"B-Love."the giant responded, in a rich, resonant voice. He was speaking softly ... but his voice was deep and potent ... not unlike the rich bass of his euphony.

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

"It is a pleasure to match you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's hand. His voice was rich, but not as deep as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boylike smile. His hair's-breadth was trimmed so poor and blank that it seemed almost like a apparition on his head. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed clean in a similar style. Shemar was a shorter than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make a good deal difference to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully orient black lawsuit, with no shirt, so as to demonstrate his own hefty black chest. He was just as muscular as B-Love, but had a lighter skin color. His center were beautiful pools of dark brown.

"And this ..."B-Love said, as the third 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 articulation wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and rich like Shemar's, but instead it was mysterious and gravelly ... rugged. He was taller than Shemar and B-Love and also heavier. He wasn't overweight, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a buirdly heavyweight. He wore black trouser, a black sinew tee, and a black leather crownwork. On the tee's chest was a red scheme of a black-power clenched fist. microphone had a full byssus, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his head was clean shaven. His middle were hidden by a pair 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 answer all your questions. We want the public to interpret what we're all about. We want you to understand, Mrs. McFarland."

"Please, call me Jessica,"Jessica smiled at Shemar. He was very shine, quite a charmer. She realized she'd have to take in 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 little.

"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 glassful. And there was something very odd about that necklace of his.

Jessica suddenly caught a coup d'oeil of heather mixture out of the quoin of her eye. The war paint girlfriend was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big Mike was talking to her quietly ... resting a large black deal on her shoulder joint. Heather bit her lower lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the television ... Jesus, these Guy never quit !

A voice came over the loud speaker."FIVE MINUTES everybody. office on the interview set please !"

"wellspring gentlemen, I think we should make our way over to the consultation set."Jessica spoke loudly, hoping to get Big mike's care. She failed. She glanced in Mike's direction again. Shemar followed her look and elbowed mike sharply.

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

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

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

"No, this is the News Desk."Jessica replied,"audience are conducted on a less dinner dress, more well-off set."

"You got it"mike said, then turned to Scots heather."You gon na make indisputable big daddy here don't look too shiny, 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 girl allowed herself to be treated like that. She said zero though ... There would be clip enough to direct the group's panorama of cleaning woman, when she conducted the interview.

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

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

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crew mostly consisted of ‘ business organization nonage ’, mainly women and mordant male, tonight the studio apartment seemed to be predominantly black males. She knew that many of the standard crew had been replaced with Black Phallus's own engineers, just for this even. This was supposedly because the radical thought they might be giving a live public presentation that Night, though cipher had been guaranteed. But it was only at that minute that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the only white faces in the studio belonged to Heather the make-up fille and herself.

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

"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 paries of the set were painted with a warm, dark yellow-gold parchment pattern that gave the feeling of incandescent candle light, and decorated with bolts of Burgundy satin and ebony African tribal mask. There were smutty and gold vase filled with dried heyday and beating-reed instrument decorating the book binding of the set, while the floor was covered in exotic animal skins and fur ... Jessica was timid whether or not they were real.

At the movement of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch tall"Mission Style"wooden table, with a Bourgogne fabric draped over it. About two fundament behind the tabular array, facing it, was a prominent, brown leather couch, with a zebra peel draped over the book binding. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a equate leather chairman.

B-Love immediately took a tail end in the declamatory, throne-like chair. He sat back, spreading his wooden leg wide, and draped his powerful black arms over the death chair's limb, and down the sides. Despite the hot seat's fairly enceinte size of it, B-Love almost looked like a grown man sitting in a child-size president.

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

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

Jessica looked down at the giant star Black person man sitting in the death chair. No, he definitely didn't look like a theme ! In fact, with the set's decor and B-Love's human body and demeanor, he looked every bit like some kind of powerful African chieftain !

"No, of path 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 microphone had taken a seat at the far end of the couch, while Shemar had taken the inwardness. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the empty-bellied seat side by side to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her legs on the bombastic cushion, and felt a bit squeezed sitting following to the two large black men.

She looked around the studio as the photographic camera moved into side. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was strange, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her bank note. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 mugs of H2O for each of the people on the set. Jessica caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the TV reminder off set. It was quite a sight. The warm, rich, dark gloss of the set contrasted starkly with her bright purple blue jacket. The contrast was almost as severe as that of her lilliputian white frame, squeezed between two hulking Shirley Temple men on a large black couch.

Then the articulation boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

"Back in Phoebe, Little Joe, THREE, TWO, ONE ..."

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"good eventide,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the second hour of a very special episode of"The unit Truth ”. We'd like to remind you one live time that tonight's sequence of"The unit Truth"contains material of a sensitive nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial-grade breaks this evening. You may take heard of them, you may take heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the evening, you've seen their television. You know that"Black penis"is a controversial group. Now, in the studio, we will here their thought on their controversy, their music, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio are the three members of the rap group Shirley Temple Phallus. To my left, is B-Love. To my right is Shemar, and finally, to my far right, is Big mike. Good evening gentleman's gentleman, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"Well gentlemen,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't help but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these giant strong-armer as ‘ valet de chambre ’, but something about them commanded respect."Your music has managed to become staggeringly popular in nightclub and CD players across America, without the benefit of your music being aired on the radio, or your video recording aired on television. How did this materialise ?"

"Word of mouth"Shemar responded quickly,"mass heard good music, and the club scene spreads news fast. So does the net, and well-nigh young people, the people who buy our music, are on-line. Word gets around fast."

"But surely,"Jessica pressed,"there is Sir Thomas More to it than that ?"

"Well,"Big Mike interjected this time,"we got good musical rhythm, strong beats, and some bold rhymes. People like what we're sayin ’. Radio and video don't matter beyond that ... that's the business end of it. If people like the music, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, talk about it."

"Yes,"Jessica added,"but what about the political satire in your language ? Don't you feel that these unassailable political content make your music popular with a wider spectrum of the great unwashed ?"

"Satire ?"Shemar furrowed his brow,"I don't think you understand. Our music comes from real aliveness experiences. We want to share these experiences, so that multitude learn more than about human sexuality, as we have learned about human gender from our experiences. We aren't doing any kind of satire."

Jessica was a lilliputian puzzled by Shemar's imperativeness on the"dead on target"nature of the Song's language. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ hitch in theatrical role'? She decided to let the comment go for the time being.

"You say you want people to learn about your school of thought of human sex,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the graphic nature of your lyric poem immediately thrust people away. Doesn't it get them not desire to hear to you or try your ideas ?"

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

"Some people might say that the understanding your music isn't heard on the receiving set, or seen on euphony video channels, is because your lyrics are misogynous, sexually explicit, and you're perpetuating hateful stereotypes."Jessica commented.

"damn, that ain't it at all ! !"Big Mike shook his caput,"The reason our medicine don't get played is that the whiteboys running the wireless stations and TV networks are scared of us !"

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

"case we tellin'the TRUTH !"The true statement can't be queasy to nonentity but liar ... people who are scared of the truth. They radio and the music TV epithelial duct are afraid of our message."

"The accuracy ?"Jessica recalled some of her enquiry and decided this was an earmark segue into a new pipeline of questioning."Let's talk about the truth. You contend that your lyric poem accurately describe your honest school of thought and your music videos depict actual events. Is that so ?"

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

Jessica began to wonder if she had been mistaken. Maybe these Sung dynasty weren't political sarcasm. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the call really were true. This ‘ ism'of black male superiority the group espoused was something they seemed to lease seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sexuality ... Maybe they were just like any other rappers, bragging about their conquest. But those account ! They were so hideous ! Wives, brides, female parent, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hoopla and controversy was just about selling records and making a Buck. 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 permission meant to generate controversy, or vellicate ?"Jessica asked in a challenge mode.

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

Jessica thought she had finally found a chink in their armor. Shemar had specifically said ‘ songs ’. Perhaps the call were confessedly, but the videos were exaggerated. She could ask them about the videos, and maybe catch them in a lie. Of course of action, she would have to be deliberate not to dwell on the imagery in some of those TV ... 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 blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty enough to look as one of the models in her video ... but then thought about how char were portrayed in the picture and became a bit insulted. True, they hadn't said they would portray her in the same brightness as the former cleaning lady she'd seen in the picture ... as some kind of sexual object ... some bimbo who would succumb to a big turncock ... a big ... grim ... turncock ... Jessica's thoughts began to swim imagery from the videos ... the wife and the black plumber ... the mother/daughter team with the daughter's boyfriend ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so happy ... and those gorgeous total darkness men ... vast muscleman ... immense ... No ... No ! It was insulting that women were objectified like that in the video ... and it was more affront to her that they thought she would ever agree to appear in one of their videos.

"Thank you, I'll have to consider it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her questions."Let's feel just at the write up told in the video recording we showed in the first minute of the broadcast. Their titles were ... let me get these in order ... ‘ White Wedding, Blacked Brides'?"

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

"Nigga In The Wood spate"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only Natural ’, are those right ?"Jessica asked. She knew the title were objurgate, but the tactics of asking for confirmation of facts was common practice in an interview. It forced a response from the subjects, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the graphic statute title thwarted Jessica's attack to quash the imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

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

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the mathematical group's members could make the claim with a unbowed cheek. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the query. In spite of her fright of the knocker, she couldn't get wrap her mind around the chemical group's title.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The conquest of brides at their nuptials ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game ? ... the cheating wife with the manner of speaking man ... the plumber ... the security measures officers ... the pool man ... her ... gestation ... ?"

"Yes."Big Mike chuckled."It's all true up. That's just homo sexuality, at its finest."

"I believe that we've made that authorize in the liner bill of the CD."B-Love intoned quietly.

Jessica's mind reeled at the approximation that those events might ingest actually transpired. The sketch from the videos and birdsong replayed in her brain ... the St. Bridget joining her bridesmaids with black men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the black association football players ... the Negro drifter seducing the wife and similitude girl's from the crime syndicate that took him in ... The monumental orgy on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few indorsement. The heating from the studio visible radiation, combined with the intimate imagery flitting through her mind, was making her light headed. It was obvious to all observation that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise Stoic human face cracked the slightest grinning on one side of meat, almost smirking. Jessica noticed it out of the turning point 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 help that. It's only natural."

Jessica was about to ask them to recount a specific incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the rappers had yet mentioned the interracial scene of their music. The melodic theme of mordant men dominating T. H. White cleaning lady, and stealing them from white men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their medicine. If their aim was to generate argument in order to sell more than CDs, then they should stimulate mentioned the mixed constituent by this point in the interview. The mixed element in the album was clearly role of the blow value.

Yet throughout the whole interview, they had many opportunities to take particular comments on their call and their doctrine, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the cleaning lady in these scenarios were white, and all the men were fatal. Not one of them had even mentioned the issue of race. Jessica wondered why this was.

"Well,"Jessica began coolly,"Let's talk about that shall we. Your radical's philosophy ..."There was an awkward break as Jessica waited for one of the rappers to explicate their ideas. Instead they sat silently, waiting for her to finish the query formally."... Could you explain it ?"Jessica finally said.

"wellspring,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primordial sex and animal inherent aptitude. Every Song on our CD, every music video we've made, demonstrates lifelike pick. The female of the species wants to be bred by the Alpha Male of her specie. It's rude survival, selection of the fit. Women go for men who are more muscular, who look like secure defenders, better providers ... That ain't a new conception, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no quotation of the racial vista of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to make her raise the guinea pig. It was a power play in the consultation. They wanted Jessica McFarland to make up the formal introduction of the group's philosophy to her audience. They wanted to demonstrate that she recognized it ... and possibly connote 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 Darwin's philosophy a bit."

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"wellspring, for one thing,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to find a way to constitute one of the rappers raise the race emergence,"some might say that your interpretation is offensive."

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

"Well for one thing,"Jessica countered,"it treat women like objects."

"Not at all !"Shemar replied."On the obstinate, there are many women in our songs and video that are shown to be making alternative about the men they are with."

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

"Only when they are with their selected alpha-males are the charwoman shown to submit to his procession ... they do not bow to anybody lesser 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 tongue.

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

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

B-Love stared intently at the jolly Patrick Victor Martindale White interviewer.

Jessica paused."well, In your songs and video recording ... the woman are always ... the cleaning lady only ... they only go with ... the so-called alpha males are always ... African-American men."

"black men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's inept question,"Of course they are ! But how is that degrading to adult female ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a white charwoman to get sex with a black man ?"

Jessica went white-hot. The question was valid ... why did she consider it degrading ? The women were clearly making pick between the men ... the fact that they chose black men shouldn't be degrading. Jessica stammered and sputtered, trying to ascertain a way out of the passel she'd made for herself. Finally she found it.

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

"All we're trying to say is that womanhood are primal beings."Shemar smiled."The bound of society can't compete with natural urge. There's zero degrading about nature."We're not saying men are superordinate to women."

"Then why is it we don't see women seducing men away from their families, like your Black person ‘ alpha male person'are doing to the cleaning woman ?"Jessica asked.

"Oh, that's easy."Big Mike chuckled."That's because we're saying that sinister men are superior to white men !"

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

Shemar explained,"It is our contention that a woman would be unable to control her sexual urge when with a Negroid man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha males are black, or that charwoman should find a man attractive only if he's inglorious. Your lyrics portray women as being intimate object, black men as some kind of ace men, and flannel males as light and afraid. Some citizenry could find this to be antiblack, sexist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big mike added,"the blank boys in direction of TV and tuner don't want their cleaning woman to know the accuracy. The Sojourner Truth that fateful men are superior to all other men. That's why our music don't get play !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that Shirley Temple Black males are superior to all other males ? And that there is some vast conspiracy to blot out this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

"Absolutely. Don't you ?"B-Love spoke up now. Jessica turned to face him ... her optic met only by her own mirror image in his glasses.

"feel at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the daylight of integration, blackamoor men have dominated variation. Their acrobatic ability is unparalleled in the man race. In plus to this, we're highly influential in the music industriousness. All of the greatest musician 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 job mankind too."

"And of course ..."microphone piped up, in his soberly vocalization,"we dominate as lovers ... every char whoever appeared in a Negroid Phallus picture knows that !"

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

"We don't military force them to do nothin'!"Big microphone interrupted,"Every one of those egg white girls we hired ended up having sex with the black exemplar when we shot the video recording. 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 dear aspect and sex shot, but once we get those hot white women together with those black studs, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course of instruction ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they short modesty-thongs and jack and just get busy, right on television camera ! Shit, 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 involve caution of concern in the bedchamber like a black MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a little too a great deal for Jessica to believe. This claim of real sex in the videos was even more outrageous than their claims of unfeigned narration behind the Sung dynasty words. The Song dynasty lyrics might be true, but at least the ‘ characters'were give pseudonym. In the telecasting, performer'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these claim. She also wondered why some of those female child willingly did that for a music video, when about actresses wouldn't do that for any kind of flick. Surely this claim couldn't be on-key ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a video ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to have sex with men on tv camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another gimmick to sell phonograph recording and perpetuate a badboy image."It's a shame you didn't honorable mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would have a go at it to accept 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 blank women in the same elbow room with brawny black men. It was beautiful to watch nature demand its course like that ! Even in shot where the tv camera lieu 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 telecasting are deemed too explicit to be aired on any of the music video groove,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just fritter away the music video with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to commence with."

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each telecasting in the hope that we would be able to air them on euphony video channels. We carefully framed our shots so that zip too expressed could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a while. We did that for every one of our videos. Still, the medicine video meshing 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 summons of editing special version videos now, for press release on DVD next yr. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our television from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and secrete them on DVD. Of grade the DVD with our get-go videos will also feature the original ‘ tame'cutting of each video you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot picture that had to be deleted for time, and some vivid behind the scenes footage."

"Aw, HELL yeah !"Mike said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of girls learned the the true THAT day ! I taught a whole LOT of pretty Stanford White girls that once you go Joseph Black you don't go back ! C. H. Best day of their spirit ! Hell, it was the unspoilt damn day of my life 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 allow herself to get flustered or rattled by Mike's allusions to the intimate myths that the group liked to perpetuate ... let alone the implication that she would hug the myth as well. If this was the best they could do, she did n't make to worry about their packaging stunt ! Nevertheless, she had to stay put in mastery ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... interview ... the conversation. Jessica chose to ignore the innuendo, but before she could ask another motion, Big microphone spoke again.

"Come on Jessica !"Big microphone grinned,"No man can do it like a black man. charwoman everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and black. Like the birdsong said ‘ No woman can defy, a ignominious cock head word, magnanimous than her fist ! ’. No woman can resist, especially not a fine charwoman like you Jessica !"

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Becky davenport gasped when she heard Big Mike talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her baby's boss. Big Mike from ‘ Black penis'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blonde anchorwoman's big titty 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 score and be intimate their mannikin, actresses, and terpsichorean on the internet site of their TV'production and included the footage in the videos ! And now that Big Mike was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same affair to this meshwork television journalist. Becky dropped her hand to her pussy and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a shudder. She'd ignored Big mike's book of facts to the myth of black men's penis size, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was more, he had now expressly pointed his comments to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't assistant but be suddenly reminded of her aspiration, when she saw herself as a bride and a black man's elephantine hired hand were pawing her full white bosom. She shook her drumhead, trying to clear her idea of the image, desperately trying to think of a question to ask. She couldn't leave that remark hanging in the air like that. Big Mike was demeaning her, and challenging her loyalty as a wife just for a cheesy joke or a promotional gizmo !"But I think I can resist just fine. I'm a happily married woman."

"If he's a whiteboy,"B-Love interrupted, subtly squeezing his groyne,"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 Billy's Recent epoch problems. She thought of Billy's little, limp hawkshaw. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it erect for a several workweek. Jessica couldn't assistance but momentarily drop her big gloomy eyes down to the large bulge running the distance of B-Love's thy. The bulge that was a lot bigger than billy club's. Suddenly, it moved ! The bulge twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussycat thrill at that very moment ! Then suddenly Jessica's persuasion was blocked when B-Love rested his deal on the bulge.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out flash and that she was staring at the rapper's privates. Pulling her gaze from B-Love's bulge, she scrambled for a phrase to plausibly continue her ebullition. She was rapidly losing restraint of the interview ... not to remark dominance over herself ...

"Please ... don't ..."Jessica stammered,"say affair like that ... about my husband !"Jessica finally seized on a semi-dignified exit from her predicament."I AM happily married and I don't want my married man disrespected like this !"Jessica tried to vocalise angry as she spoke ... but she didn't feel angry ... in spite of the fact that her husband and her wedlock had just been insulted. Nevertheless, she couldn't be bothered with self-reflection in the middle of her audience. Thanks to B-Love's crevice at her husband, a new line of credit of questioning had just presented itself.

"You've actually just brought up a point that I would like to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to frame herself."Some of your Song feature the seduction of married cleaning woman. Many masses find this particularly dysphemistic. You seem to encourage intimate promiscuity and infidelity whenever a seemingly ‘ better'male comes along."

"Not just any ‘ better male person'“ Big mike grinned,"a BLACK Male ! The real cause people are offended is because they are racist !"

"Do you really thing race is the but real topic here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that women are incompetent of controlling their Base desires. What about char's intellect ? Aren't human more than just animals ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respectfulness, and commitment ? debt instrument and fuck ? Are you suggesting that a woman would desolate all these things for some primal instinct, just because a so-called physically hefty alpha male came along ?"

"culture, respect, loyalty, even love are all just skin deep ... a subject of the judgment. Race is the really issue because that is a matter of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a large disgraceful hand on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring late into her eyes."Nature is primaeval. Nature is stark. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the tidings hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue eyes."We're just telling the true statement 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 accuracy. We want people to look past times societal conventions ... at what really subject. That's the content of all our music on this album, and our next album. masses are trying to traverse nature, and nature can not be denied. Nobody can abnegate nature."

Shemar's bridge player gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's deep brown eyes ... When she finally managed to wear his gaze, she glanced down at her notes, and saw that he had pushed her skirt up a few inch, to her mid thigh ... revealing the big top of her Shirley Temple stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to change the field of study. She tried to push Shemar's hired hand off her leg, but he didn't budge. Not wanting to attract attention to Shemar's roaming hired man, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own hand on top of his.

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

She grabbed the idiomatic expression like it was a lifeline in a stormy sea ..."What can we expect from your adjacent album ? Or your following video for that matter Can we gestate the Saami ... themes ... we've heard on this album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

It was B-Love who spoke now, in his voiceless, ‘ 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 racialist Sung"She Ran Off With A coon ”. Have you ever heard of that Sung, Mrs. McFarland ?"

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't supporter but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and mesomorphic. His part was so calm, yet strong and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the Saami time showing a bantam, Elwyn Brooks White reflection of Jessica, framed by a mighty pitch-dark cheek. It made her feel small ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his expression still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a Sung dynasty written during the daylight of desegregation, an attempt to stir up Elwyn Brooks White ira against the thought of putting Black person and whites in the same shoal and neighborhoods. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the real reason whiteboys feared integration ... the fright they had of being exposed as a sexual fraud, and losing his wife or daughter to the obviously master black male person. Our adaptation is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the Song dynasty to our style of rap, and we're collaborating with a female artist, to secern the Song dynasty's fib from a white woman's point of persuasion. She'll sing about how she used to be with white male child, but now, she will only ever be with a contraband man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Franklin Pierce was the hottest pop princess in the manufacture. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock singer when she was in her mid teen, but over the past couple of years she'd adopted a more secular, yet still virginal image. Jessica had interviewed the daughter last year, on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely barren. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the past year the Loretta Young Singer adopted a much aphrodisiac image ... but quislingism with Black phallus ?

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 petty Brandi. And she loved working under us, and begged to do it again and again ! So we're doing a video of the song, and she's appearing in that too !"Shemar and Mike chuckled. B-Love remained mum ... expressionless.

coming into court in a Black Phallus video was still a hell of a leap though. Jessica could barely encompass it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... strong-armer ! If blackness penis's early videos were any meter reading, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the last remnants of her ‘ innocent'image in a particularly spectacular fashion !

"Do you have a time of this picture, by any chance ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some reason, she found the thought of seeing Brandi Pierce performing with these men excited her a great deal ... probably just because it would be a outstanding scoop, she told herself.

"No, we don't have a clip of that video,"Shemar said softly,"we haven't started filming it yet. Brandi has some prior commitments that she has to give ear to first. But it will be the first video to debut from our album, when it's done."

"I see."Jessica responded quietly. She could barely disguise the disappointment in her voice.

"We do have a little bit of footage from another video 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 vocal ?"

"Yes."B-Love interrupted. Jessica turned to look him. She noticed that whenever he spoke, the early two men got very muted, very fast. He was obviously in flush of the group, even if he didn't say much. Jessica waited for him to preserve his response ... but when none came presently, she felt compelled to inquire further.

"And ... the ... figure uh-of the Sung dynasty ?"she sputtered, restlessly.

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained silent."It's about a untried char, engaged to be married to her gamey shoal looker, but left all alone when he goes off on an poke out business trip-up. While he's away, she's breakthrough comfortableness in the arms of a opprobrious man."

"Black MEN."B-Love corrected.

"I ... I see"Jessica stuttered anxiously, the interrogative seemed cohere in her pharynx."And will you designate me ... I mean ... us ... our viewing audience ... this cartridge clip tonight ?"Jessica heard herself ask the question almost as if she was watching the audience, rather than participating in it.

This wasn't the foremost time during the interview that one of her questions had blurred the distinction between journalistic pursuit and a personal ... enchantment. The opportunity for an scoop first flavor at footage from a new music television was something that she had to pursue, as a good journalist ... but that was just the professional grounds for wanting to see the footage. The unhurt true statement, whether or not Jessica could admit the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new TV. The videos ... the music ... the men ... everything about Black genus Phallus was driving her to learn to a greater extent ... she found them ... captivating.

"Absolutely"Shemar smiled."I think you'll find it the most interesting of all of our video recording !"

"Well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the wrong camera,"let's see it. Without advance ado, KNEN presents, for the outset clock time anywhere, footage from Shirley Temple Black Phallus's new video, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her aid to the video monitor, anxiously awaiting the start of the footage and music. She saw herself on the screen, sitting between the two behemoth black rappers ... but didn't notice them exchanging grin, winks, and nods. The picture went away, as the new television started.

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Becky leaned forward on the lounge and watched the TV CRT screen intently."Yes ! Another video recording !"She gasped, her hands now frantically fondling her young, inexperienced whiten dead body. The female child was so completely engulf in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the sound of the garage door initiative, just like she hadn't heard the sound ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a gentle chiming music ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, T. H. White hand writing a missive. Beside the letter, on the writing desk, is a pic of a handsome Brigham Young white man, in a cordiform frame. As the manus writes, we hear a soft female person phonation speaking ...

"Dear Brett,"coos the representative, before being interrupted by one of the bootleg knocker's voices. He raps the next few lines, while the hand keeps writing. The video snub quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked sinewy Joseph Black rappers. As the rappers sing, a slow, but aggressive beat from basso guitar quickly begins to overtop the dreamy chime music.

"We hope you like it there in EEC"rapped Shemar,
"Though she begged you not to go !
But you left your offspring fiancée here,
Without you all alone !
So now we got to tell you,
There's no demand to look sharp back,
See, she's found some fun without you,
With some one big and pitch-black !"

"YEAH !"whang Big mike's voice.

As the delicate white paw continues writing, there is a flash to a white guy reading the missive. jar spreads across his face as he shakes his head in mental rejection. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of sinewy black chests, weapon system, and shoulder joint ... some of shots featuring a small ivory hired hand wearing an ornate engagement gang, and running over rippling chocolate muscles.

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The rhythm and the bass sent shivers through Jessica's body ... absent-mindedly, she started fumbling with the buttons of her crown.

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As the video recording continues, we return to video of the letter-writing bridge player. A refrain starts, Sung dynasty by the woman who opened the telecasting. The girl seems to be moaning the lyric ... Her moans correspond with movements of the paw as it writes.

"I was just so-oh-OH lonely without you-ooOOH !"moans the girl 's innocent-sounding voice.
The letter-writing hand suddenly jumps, dragging a line across the page.
There is a New York minute of footage of a twain of pantie hitting the floor. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a shot woman's mouth, 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 paw drops the pen, and the fingers flinch, wadding the paper briefly. These range of a function are edited together with flare of a White River cleaning lady's naked back. The angle of the television camera shot indicates that she is bent over. We see two large bleak hands run up her slope, and seize her tiny waist from behind ! The video quickly cuts back to the hired hand as it picks up the pen, flattens the composition, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the monitor, completely engrossed in the natural process 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 mental imagery as the other picture ... Jessica was hornier than she'd ever been that nighttime. Her brain was so clouded with lust that she was completely incognizant that she'd managed to undo to top button of her already-too-revealing jacket crown, showing off even more of her replete white-hot cleavage. Worse still, she'd started rubbing her pussy through her skirt with one hand, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

Cameras moved around the studio, carefully capturing Jessica's every move and breath ... even though their signal wasn't currently being broadcast. The home base viewers were only seeing the rap television at that present moment ... just like Jessica.

While America and Jessica watched the telecasting, the doorknocker watched Jessica. She may not have been aware of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the get-go clip that evening, B-Love smiled. Not smirk, but a grin of satisfaction. Big Mike and Shemar both shed their cap. This left microphone in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated next to the ardent new diarist. All three men's umber pelt shined with sudation from the hot studio apartment lights ... their masculine smell hung in the muggy studio air.

The studio tv camera's filmed the knocker shedding their clothes, while Jessica remained terminated distracted ... her eyes glued to the monitor showing the TV. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the articulation of the girl sounded SO familiar ... she could almost figure out who the girl was ... like she knew her ... but the young married reporter was just so aroused that she couldn't think straight !


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Jessica wasn't the only one engrossed by the new video. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her vestal white puss and teasing her clit as she watched the action unfold. She squeezed her firm white titties roughly ... pinching and twisting her young garden pink mamilla. She was on the verge of coming when she was interrupted by a terrible scream.

"Rebekah DAVENPORT ! !"Karenic Davenport screamed at her writhing half-naked daughter"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ?"

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to compose and tell you-ooOOH !"the familiar voice squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hand jumps again, this meter forcefully knocking the fiancé's picture from the desk. There is a rapid succession of footage ... the glass frame hitting the bulwark and shattering ... a gibe of the pic lying on the floor among the broken glass ... a large black hand roughly grabbing a principal of blonde hair's-breadth ... a shaft of black back-muscles flexing ... and a barb of two big, blue, slightly-teary eyes widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hand, it moves back to the last line and attempt to uphold writing, but just scribble hap-hazardly across the report ...

"You needed to know-oh-OH ... that I've fou-OW-OW-OUND SOME-WUNNNN ! ! ! ! !"
The woman's voice deteriorates into a wail of delight. The letter-writing hand tremble violently, her fingers contract suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the paper at the same meter !

The bass beat suddenly reaches a riotous, thumping crescendo as the video makes a sudden cut to a blanket guesswork. We see a young, sexy white charwoman, leaning forward, knack at the waste, over the piece of writing desk ... she's naked ... but her arms and the camera are strategically positioned so that her titty can not be seen. Her side is hidden by a mass of unruly blonde hair.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO Thomas More !"the girlfriend sings as the barb suddenly jumps to a wider guessing, and we see that one of the dim rappers is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her question back, and flipping her long blonde hair out of her beautiful fount ... a very familiar face !

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Jessica McFarland wasn't the lonesome one who recognized the blonde in the video.


"What is this food waste Becky ?"Karen Davenport screamed at her daughter as the footage of a blonde womanhood writhing and moaning like a slovenly woman while some big Negroid fondled her body continued playing on the TV screen.

Becky Davenport, busy trying to write herself, was talking at the like time as her female parent ... trying desperately to offer some variety of feeble explanation of her behavior."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the reasonably White River teenager stammered, snag of overplus streaming down her moderately face.

"How could you watch this porno ! ?"Karen started to ask, before suddenly falling silent.

"It's not what you think ... its actually a word program ... its just ..."Becky babbled, but suddenly became aware that her mother had stopped screaming, and was staring at the TV cover.

Becky turned to search at the TV, just as the blonde in the television flipped her whisker back and revealed her face.

Both Karen and Becky stared at the cover in tacit disbelief.

"How ..."Karenic davenport finally whispered in electrical shock,"Oh ... Dear ... God ... No !"

The curvaceous red-haired forty-something mother of two quickly grabbed her younger daughter and forced her to the stairs, trying to immobilise her vista of the television."Becky ... go to your room ! Now !"

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too late. If her mother was trying to keep her from seeing the woman'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 eye ! Sarah, her confection, innocent, beautiful, engaged assistant was in this video ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few years ago !

Jessica was so shocked that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the screen after the clip ended. She sat there, stunned, silent except for her intemperate breathing, on the air with the Maker of the video that had fascinated her so. Her total white breasts heaving obscenely in her revealing jacket. She didn't even notice that fact that somehow, during the row of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two clit of her jacket, and had hiked her skirt up so high that from the right Angle, the television camera could easily see her pantie !

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he-goat McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the lady friend in the video. Her facial expression was familiar but her behavior certainly was n't. baton had met Jessica 's assistant various sentence, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's conservative, virtuous behaviour and her dedication to her fiancé and life history. He had always admired how she maintained her dignity and decorum, surrounded by all of those black bastards that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how singular it was that a woman as youth and beautiful as Sarah held such stern ethical motive and ethics.

Now as billy club watched Sarah 's gyrating naked form in a music television clip, he was forced to wonder if somehow all of Sarah 's previously cautious demeanor had been some form of professional person charade. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never appear nude statue in some seamy music video, let alone simulate a sex scene with some whale black beast. It was salacious ! Still, there she was, on tv, writhing away in some so-called music video that was little Sir Thomas More than softcore porn. How could she do it ? What kind of abominable fornicatress was she ?

As horrible as it was to see Sarah demean herself in the euphony video, Jessica McFarland 's chemical reaction to the sight was absolutely chilling to Billy.

Billy could n't think his married woman 's reaction. Jessica 's oral fissure hung open ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two push button of her jacket had come undone, her beautiful breasts were almost hanging out of the jacket now, and the hold of her black lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her annulus ... or rather ... her step-in ! Somehow Jessica 's annulus had ridden up, causing her scanty to be seeable from the camera slant.

Worse still, it seemed that nobody in the studio had noticed the fact that Jessica 's step-in were seeable, because the cameraman stayed on that angle, and the studio did n't cut away to a different camera ... and then ...

"No !"Billy yelled as he watched the monitor lizard."What the fuck is that camera man doing ?"

The camera began to zoom in on Jessica 's panties. The studio apartment HAD noticed that her panties were visible ... and rather than protect her modestness, they were going to exploit her ! Billy watched in horror as the tv camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her organic structure, pausing on her heaving white tit. billy was raging. What the hell was going on in that studio ?

Two word of honor suddenly popped into his head.

'' Publicity Stunt ''.

Was this the publicity stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porn video of her personal assistant ... flashing some cheap shot of Jessica 's panties and segmentation ... something to make her look like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respected journalist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some pillock rap group 's packaging stunt ? Those Word of bitches ! He had to get out ; he had to help Jessica !

nightstick leapt from the green elbow room couch and ran to the room access of the jet room ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! billy began beating on the doorway and yelling.

'' ... They might try some kind of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his mind. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might have to go along with it ... the network really wants this interview ! ``

Billy 's eye widened with terror. What if the meshwork made Sarah do that video ? And if they did that ... what would they make Jessica do ? No ... the would n't dare do that to Jessica !

'' They might try some form of packaging stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his caput again, `` ... I might have to go along with it ... ''

Billy increased his frantic beating on the door, and began calling for assist. Everybody ignored his outcry ... Everybody but a belittled hidden camera and mike, that monitored and recorded all of his chemical reaction and behavior.

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"That's all there is of the television, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her thoughts. The guys started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her electrical shock ... hearing the chuckle of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some kind of jest ? Jessica's eyes lit up with an precipitous actualization. It was over ... that was the publicity stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a part of the publicity stunt ! All of the thing these guy rope had been saying and doing in the studio apartment that night, were all designed for shock economic value ... just like their albums. This video must feature been some kind of put-on ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in society to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on Brad. Her ‘ surprisal'appearance was just an attempt to scandalize Jessica McFarland on national television ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ dangerous'bad boy image ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to exhibit that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken advantage of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a false composure. Even though she knew the telecasting had to be some kind of joke or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her brass for a moment, trying to regain her professional demeanor ... still completely unaware of the DoS of her jacket and skirt ... or apparently the fact that her interview subject field were wearing less clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should excuse to our audience that the Lester Willis Young woman in the video is actually my personal help,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a joke. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your group is really a brilliant satire on preconception and stereotypes about black men, and interracial family relationship !"

Shemar raised an brow at Jessica's financial statement and B-Love shook his head.

"Aw, pit no !"Big microphone interrupted,"damn miss, that ain't it at all ! We're serious baby, don't you understand ? We seduced that girl last dark ! She ain't concerned in Brad no mo'! She only wants black men !"

Jessica looked back and forth between the doorknocker ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a joke. It had to be ... a promotional material stunt.

"Now guys, plenty is adequate,"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 bulwark through his Negroid leather gasp. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized excrescence in B-Loves pants had actually gotten bounteous over the course of the consultation ! She could barely pull her middle away ... it took her a import to recover her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her school principal ;"You can't require me to believe that that picture 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 equanimity was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to expose a promotion stunt any more ... now she was fighting for her beliefs. She didn't want to recall that Sarah ... that any char could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very much !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really intend anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde hair out of Jessica's fount."I told you. The normal and convening of society can not compete with the laws of nature. Any woman, confronted with a truly higher-ranking male person will be compelled to submit to him, sexually. It doesn't affair if how very much she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ honey'will redirect itself towards the superior male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could prove that they'd seduced splice women. There would be no easy way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a woman would accommodate to succumbing to their charm, she might not do so on national television ... and if a woman did that, she might give been paid to do so, to aid in the perpetuation of"Black Phallus's"image of intimate ascendancy. Still, for some reason that Jessica couldn't understand, part of her wanted to be proved wrong."Can you show 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 contact of the range of mountains are ?"

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's hefty black chest of drawers, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the links in the chain were larger than the links one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their size and colors were not all the same. well-nigh of the links were Au, but some appeared to be atomic number 78 or silver. Some data link were slightly larger than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three rows, like chain post. Throughout this practice of alloy connexion, Jessica could see bright, shining gemstone. Like the link, the stone were of unlike size of it and people of colour. The arrangement of the Oliver Stone was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetry or approach pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the Stone seemed to be mounted, individually to particular radio link, but they were only ever mounted on one side as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the fruition hit Jessica, a shiver went up her spine, and a tingling went through her pussy. She unconsciously fingered her wedding hoop as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from link ... to link ... to yoke ... confirming her observation.

The links in the Ernst Boris Chain were made up of rings ... not simple chemical chain links made of precious metal, but woman's jewelry ... wedding bands and date rings ! Some were gold, some platinum ... some with baseball diamond, some without ... there even some that were engraved with words like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with names. There were slews 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 mesh band and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course, this isn't my only necklace."

Jessica's eye remained determine, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's sexual artistry. Could this try their title ?"No ... no ... You ... could make just bought the rings ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from early womanhood ... that doesn't mean value that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his psyche, and held up one side of the necklace, pointing at one of the links. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The link was a stunning design of amber, platinum, and infield. The platinum ring was etched and inlaid with a fragile atomic number 79 pattern. This delicate traffic pattern had been the cause of the ring 's lengthy fitting adaptation. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's engagement mob !"

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 L yr. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an ugly seam in the delicate fillagree, where the halo 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 guys were awfully handsome ... strong ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imagination reeled with pictures of her demure young assistant being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the vast Negro men sitting around her. It must have been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her pass to fount Shemar, finding her mouth inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might sustain stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a virtuous Whitney Young woman would succumb to another man so quickly ... let alone one of the rappers of Black person Phallus.

"Why are you so desperate to conceive 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 admit the substantial reason Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's ring, broken, and woven in with so many other rings ... 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 prove it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her promontory ..."You could stimulate ... you could have paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be piece of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big Mike responded,"kick, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone disgraceful, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah last night and fucked her hard, filmed the whole matter ... 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 physical structure ... their muscular tissue ... their Brobdingnagian putz ... yes, they had to have Brobdingnagian cocks ! She was in a do-or-die engagement 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 verge of binge. She had nowhere to turn ... her breathing was becoming shoal ... her torso felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did make Sarah ... she's youth ... impressionable ... she could have been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the words."You can't establish that any intelligent, mature, convolute woman would fall down for that ... that ‘ once you go fatal'nonsense !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big Mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a intelligent, mature, twist cleaning woman ?"Shemar asked quietly.

"Yes, yes I am !"Jessica blurted ... and instantly regretted it.

"So,"Big mike said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny black trunk. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the tiny white journalist."You won't fall for no ‘ once you go dim gimcrack ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to disregard the agonizing tingling in her pussy.

"So ..."Big Mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can rise that we can seduce ANY cleaning lady ... any convolute, thinking, mature cleaning woman ... like you !"

Jessica's eyes widened with alarm as she heard Big Mike's words, and saw him reaching for the fly of his pant !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big blue eyes upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big Mike's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big mike chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the only way we can prove that an intelligent, mature, sophisticate married adult female like you will believe in the intimate power of a big black pecker !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eyes darted back and forth between the three black rappers'shining, bare, and muscular fatal chests ... her pussycat felt like it was on fire."I mean ... you can't trick me into falling for some wacky racist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye level with the tremendous prominence in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size of it nonsense ... ‘ Once you go ignominious, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her substance ... her cunt ... were all racing with excitement now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the brawny black rappers surrounded the petite white journalist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their groins. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"Energy Department THIS flavour LIKE A MYTH TO YOU, BITCH ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a tawdry ‘ zip'from her left ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A BITCH !"billystick yelled angrily as tears filled his eyes. He watched the studio feed in the waiting room."THIS bastard HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M going TO shag KILL THOSE SONS OF BITCHES ”.

'' ... They might try some variety of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his mind. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might give to go along with it ... the network really wants this interview ! ``

Billy beat on the doorway again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't look away from the TV screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the packaging stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a promotional material stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the screen, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that moment promotion stunts were the death thing on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big aristocratical eyes widened at the view of B-Love's cock. It was enormous ... so mordant ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 in around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant odour. She felt her kitty muscle spasm. Desperately, she tried to look away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own rooster out.

Shemar's cock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as dark or thick. Big Mike moved around in front of Jessica, after unleashing his own heavyweight cock. Big mike's cock was only about 10 or 11 inches long, but thicker than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by shock ... she'd never seen so many turncock ... so big ... so dark ... so ... severe ! It took every fiber of her being to resist taking one of them in her sass rightfield then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed innate ... 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 able to resist them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her diminutive white deal and tried to shove preceding Shemar, but her hand just landed on his giant black cock ... and her finger just seemed to desire to enclose around it and contain on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH find ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chuckled maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her other hand, trying to bear on past B-Love ... and again, her hand found his shaft ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and Forth ... between her two bantam white hands, grasping these two tremendous blacken cocks. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their length, their weight, the beautiful direct contrast between their productive ebony skin, and her lily clean hands. Her weapons system began to move back and Forth River ... her lily white hand stroking the giant ebony retinal rod almost as if she 'd put herself under a enchantment, watching the rhythmic stroking.

Then, she turned to see Big Mike moving closer ... his fat, jet dick inches closer and closer to her mouth ... Jessica could sense her tongue, pushing past her lips ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to make a video recording with us ?"Big mike growled happily.

Jessica's heart widened in daze, and she suddenly turned and looked at the tv camera. It was still running. She realized that all this had been going on, and the studio crew had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done nil to stop it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a block to this ? She couldn't believe that the feed hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this keep on ? Surely ... they couldn't air this textile now ... it was obscene ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's mind suddenly whirled with unusual things about tonight's display. The live programme ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored telecasting ... a no-holds barred interview, uninterrupted ... the particular request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would find ... they ... WANTED this to happen ... This whole interview ... it was all a promotional material stunt, and she was a division of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! Millions of masses were seeing this ! Millions of citizenry across the commonwealth were watching her cam stroke two foot-long inglorious cocks while a third one was about to go into her oral fissure. he-goat ! BILLY COULD BE WATCHING AT THAT VERY MOMENT ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so finis to resisting their advances ... and so close to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm married !"

'' Marriage do n't mean SHIT baby ! THIS does ! '' Big Mike said, hefting his fat black cock in his hand ... `` It 's only instinctive baby, you want the best breeder, all cleaning woman do. The fact is sinister men are the best breeders ! We 're more stiff, more virile, more stamina ... and big… we get in deep ! Only a big black peter can give you the good fucking of your life history ! Your husband can only present you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her grimace was flush, her wide white breasts heaved obscenely in her jacket. Again, she found herself imagining what those big stopcock could do to her ... but she had to jib. She was on the air ... she loved billy club ...

"This ring represents my husband's love and esteem for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, fighting the growing tingling sensation in her pussy."This ringing 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 bullshit ! That ring don't represent LOVE baby, it represents FEAR. Your whiteboy husband put that ring on your finger because he's afraid that without footling amber dance orchestra, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a pathetic attack by a white man to protect his ‘ belongings ’. It's like a curl on a door. The problem is that lilliputian gold ignition lock on that threshold won't stand up to a big black banging ram !"

Jessica shook her head."This ring is a symbolic representation of my devotion to my married man !"

"What ring ? THIS halo HERE ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist and pulling the hoop from her finger then lifting it up above his school principal !"symbol huh ? Funny, I'm pretty surely it's just a piece of fucking jewelry ! A pretty little gold circle, like the single in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a chemical chain that attaches you to your husband. Maybe it's time to break that chain of mountains, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My anchor ring ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her ring as B-Love lifted it above high above her stretch. The blonde lost her Libra the Scales and fell backwards, sitting back on the sofa where she started. B-Love tossed the gang to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the light."Shemar, please, give it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you require it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you need with this gang when you got three big jigaboo cocks in social movement of you ?"

Shemar tossed the ring to Big microphone, who chimed in with his own teasing Holy Writ."gripe WE TOLD YOU, THIS WEDDING RING DON'T MEAN whoreson COMPARED TO A BIG total darkness COCK !"

"This isn't funny !"she whimpered desperately as baby blue eyes darted back and forth as the men tossed the annulus amongst themselves."Give me back my ring !"She was so horny and broken she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is admittedly !"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 microphone challenged."You know its true. Are you honestly trying to separate me that your husband satisfies you sexually ? A char 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 husband's impotence on national idiot box ;"I haven't been paying enough care to him ... he's under a lot of stress !"

"shit"B-Love shouted."He's a fucking chicken ! There ain't null more stressful than being a black man, and we can get it up all the sentence ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick job ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a fucking wimp !"

"Okay"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her ring as the men tossed it back and Forth, playing their game of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all vex ! But I can't cheat on my husband !"Jessica whined.

"Look,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately bemused quarry,"You do n't have anything to concern about here beloved. We all already know that it's true. It 's perfectly natural for a beautiful white cleaning woman in her sexual prime to desire the biggest pecker she can get her handwriting on, and that usually means a smutty cock. That includes married women, and that includes YOU, Mrs McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your hubby 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 admittedly !"Jessica lied again.

"okay"B-Love said, moving nearer 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 reliable. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's cool baby. Here it is, all you have to do, is just take it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining atomic number 79 marriage band on the tip of his massive, rock-hard, chocolate-brown peter and pointed it straight at her jolly white aspect ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to rest tranquillise ... the masculine scent hanging in the air filled her anterior naris.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. Reach for it. look at your anchor ring, and you can go. I promise we won't halt you again. Prove to all of us that your man and wife vows and professional reputation are more important than your personal sexual ecstasy, and the legal philosophy of nature !"B-Love gently waved his cock back and forth, teasing Jessica with the image of her precious marriage ring sitting on his vulgar black turncock ... and letting her get a just puff of air of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a iciness as she stared at the mickle in from her face. There was no avoiding it. This was her only chance to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lecherousness for these men. She would probably never see her husband as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least ward off humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on national television ... at to the lowest degree she could protect her repute as a professional woman ... all she had to do was train her ring and go ! But in orderliness to do so, she knew that she'd have to touch that splendid cock again ... and if she did that, she might not be able-bodied 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 wife on the green room 's TV screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would take the ring ... the stunning stunt would be over, and the interview would be done.

But why was n't she taking the ring ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the salacious black prick in figurehead of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not real ... 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 black cock under the jolly blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your concluding probability 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 mouth was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the image in front man of her. Her choice ... her ring ... that cock ... The bright atomic number 79 set glinted in a breathtaking contrast with B-Love's dark umber skin. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful pot mock her fidelity so cruelly at the Same clip ? The ring's delicate size seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 in of rock-hard, black cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold marriage ring, a beautiful symbolic representation of her promise to be faithful to her husband, of her get laid eternal bond with him. Or was it B-Love's cock that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't assistant but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding ring ! It was just ... so heavy ... so proud ... so big ... so black ... so ... PERFECT !

Jessica felt an almost electric tingling in her groin again. It was stronger than ever before, and it kept getting substantial. At that moment, it seemed that everything around her ceased to exist. Her crystal risque middle still fixated on the rappers'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her flyspeck white hand quiver ... her fingers cold ... No Oklahoman had her trembling Andrew Dickson White fingertips barely touched the anchor ring than her hired man seemed to consider on a lifetime of its own. Her tiny fingerbreadth lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic disastrous shaft. The sudden effort caused her wedding ceremony ring to unload to the floor ... but for some reason, her eyes didn't follow it to the base. Instead, Jessica's big blueness eyes remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful ebony humanness ... and her tiny Edward Douglas White Jr. paw clutching it stiff, as if it were a line of life in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's hand slowly started pumping B-Love's huge shameful cock, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender Elwyn Brooks White finger's breadth curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's Diospyros ebenum shaft.

Jessica's chin quivered. She knew her gang was on the base ... all she had to do was catch it ... just pick 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 leave. She didn't want to stop stroking B-Love's magnificent black rooster. Not ever.

'' What 's the thing, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having irregular thoughts about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your union did n't matter ? THERE IS NO comparing ! Everybody can see which is better ! You could stimulate left, we gave you the chance, but and you did n't learn it ! Everybody can see why you are still here… All that's left is for you to SAY IT ! ADMIT IT ! ! Do n't deny the truth ! You wanted a news report ! Here it is ! Married White River journalist goes disgraceful on internal TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's bluing optic bolted wide open in care ... OH GOD THE tv camera ! She 'd forget all about it ! THIS IS BEING BROADCAST LIVE ... God… billy could be watching her right now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the thought only seemed to shake up her !

'' Please ... do n't make 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 HELL ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T NEED HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T want HIM ANYMORE ! YOU want BIGGER, BETTER, BLACKER stopcock THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S LIMP White dirt ball ! SO FUCKING SAY SO ! TELL THE unit universe THE Sojourner Truth, MRS. diarist ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the camera ... then at Shemar and Big Mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, black cocks ... 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 silent, one could give 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 contract."I admit that it is perfectly natural for me to need you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big black hammer. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to throw sex with you all ! I want all of you to screw me because you are gross men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a splice woman,"Jessica turned to the photographic camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the WHOLE true statement !"

"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 true statement. She understood now. This was decently. This was unspoiled.

She looked up at Big Mike. Smiling, she took his cock in her mitt, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that whirl to look in one of your TV ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's dick in her other helping hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I have to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her attention to Shemar's beautiful black prick, 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 inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock closer and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty ping mouth,"now that you've admitted the accuracy, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature withdraw its course !"


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Through teary-eyed eyes nightstick McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the tv camera, a big black cock in each script, and one just inches from her lips. Her sparkling sky gloomy eye were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her schoolgirlish yet husky vox barely over a whisper."I guess I should evidence him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry billystick ... I'm so regretful ... but I don't think you're going to wish what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' he-goat began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of row, but he couldn't avail but cry out. `` It 's just a promotion stunt ! It 's not Worth it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All Billy could do was watch helplessly as the natural action unfolded on the television screen. He felt queasy to his stomach. His beautiful blonde wife turned her big blue eyes away from the photographic camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly gravid pitch-black hammer. She looked at it lovingly. Billy fell to the floor, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's deep brown center and smiled, before returning her sky-blue gaze to the monumental black peter in her hand. Her palpebra seemed hard ... her grimace had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry billy club ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... innate. ``

And with that, the beautiful white newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big black cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby little girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's soft pink lips grazed the head of his raging dark cock."candy kiss that jigaboo dick. Lick it ! Lick it up and down baby, get me right and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink glossa lovingly around the tip of Shemar's chocolate-brown cock. Her eyes stared at his cock in veneration as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the ray of light with her tongue. As she kissed and licked the entire length of Shemar's pecker, over and over, her handgrip tightened as she stroked B-Love's cock with her get out script, and Big Mike's with her right. Her arm and elbows strained from the elbow grease, for both men's cocks were every bit as long, midst, and hard as Shemar's 12 column inch. Jessica's aristocratical kiss reached the Qaeda of Shemar's shaft of light. She nuzzled his laborious mordant glob, closing her eyes, and inhaling deeply his masculine scent. Any prohibition she might have had earlier that evening ... any question ... any shame ... melted away. Jessica felt a calm wash drawing over her body ... and a desire to delight these glorious blackness men.

"Suck it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big nigga peter ! Take it in your mouth. Sucking total darkness cock is the best thing any white fair sex can do with her mouth. punter than asking us a bunch of stupid fuckin'interview questions !"

An minute earlier, maybe only a one-half an hour earlier, Jessica would birth been infuriated by that gossip. 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 delight them ! Jessica dreamily opened her optic ... pulling herself away from Shemar's balls ... kissing the length of his shaft as she pulled back ... further and further ... her lips finally reaching the read/write head of his turncock ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her backtalk parted ... her mouth opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's behemoth into her warm wet mouth. Her tongue circled and stroked the head ... causing Shemar to moan. His warm black hired hand took hold of Jessica's head ... his digit running through her easy blonde pilus as he pulled her finisher ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more and more of his cock into her willing mouth.

This went on for several minutes as the tv camera captured every whimper and moan emanating from Jessica's stuffed lip. Her touchy white hands continued stroking and pumping the other men's cocks, while her head bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it inscrutable and deeper into her mouth. She was only 3 or 4 inches from the base of the shaft ... taking the whole affair in her mouth ... when she was interrupted.

"My turn man"Big microphone whispered ..."this hired hand turd is skillful, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's point, allowing her to swap over to Big Mike. Big Mike and Shemar changed billet ... Jessica's right helping hand loosened its grip on Big mike's fat black stopcock as he pulled away. It quickly grasped hold of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his cock into Jessica's face.

"Okay child"Big Mike smiled,"This cock's a couple inches loggerheaded than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open real astray !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big microphone's plump black rod into her mouth. Her tongue didn't have much elbow room to maneuver around Mike's girth, but she did her best. That was her duty. She took his girth into her mouth ... only managing to get about 6 column inch down. Her jaw couldn't stretchability enough to take him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big mike pull away ... she worried that she'd frustrated him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love issue over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forward towards B-Love's enormous black putz ... the one that she had chosen over her wedding ceremony ring ... she wanted it in her mouth ... she wanted to taste it ... establish it pleasure ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger at her reproachfully. The other two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their putz from Jessica's hired man. Jessica's chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's wrong ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to correct any untimely that she might have made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you suck MY rooster, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eyes glanced down at storey, unsure of where her once precious wedding band had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The pack was a symbol of her marriage, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really want me to put that stupid ... thing on my fingerbreadth 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 human foot away, where her shining gold ring had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I throw to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO SUCK THIS COCK, OR ANY inkiness tool, YOU'D BETTER PUT THAT DAMN RING ON RIGHT NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that present moment B-Love's choler only excited her. From her hind end on the lounge, She quickly dropped to her knees and then fell on all four, scrambling across the studio level, her full breasts straining to stop free of her decollete crownwork. The camera caught the shot from a low front angle, giving the home viewers a great horizon of Jessica's milklike white cleavage as she crawled on all tetrad on the studio trading floor towards the marriage band. She reached the small Au, and slipped it onto her finger, a look of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big mike slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta girl !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all fours, back to the couch and knelt before B-Love, showing him the gang that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may admit my cock in your bequeath hand, and stroke it. You may not soak up it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's shaft in her mitt again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, watching, stroking their own shaft. This was one of B-Love's niggling ‘ observance of domination'that he liked to perform with new conquest. They knew not to interfere.

"Watch your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and sparkles while you move your mitt back and forth ... back and Forth. See how your ring looks on your moderately white hand ... see how your middling ovalbumin bridge player looks as it strokes my big inglorious cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelids became heavy ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the gentle stroking apparent movement of her helping hand on B-Love's cock. Light glinted from her shiny gold band ... erstwhile symbol of fidelity ... as the white script that wore it pumped a goliath coal black pecker. Unconsciously, she dropped her right script under her skirt, hiking it up and reaching her hot soaking panty ... she began to rub her pussy gently ... in time with the stroke of B-Love's cock.

"Get that hand off your kitty !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my cock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her right hand from her kitty and grabbing the infrastructure of B-Love's shaft. His cock, being over a foot long, was plentitude long enough for her to grab it with both hand, and still take a few 3 or 4 inches visible while she pumped it with both her small Elwyn Brooks White hands. Not once did she take her centre off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring depend ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her give hand as it stroked B-Love's cock.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering gold shining against my peel and yours ... glittering Au band ... tiny white hired hand ... big black dick ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it mean ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"mean value ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean anything. It's just a ring… a pretty small-arm of gold. Kind of like the golf links in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may suck my cock now !"

Jessica gasped with delight, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, flicking her tongue across the tip's prick. B-Love rested a large Negroid hand on Jessica's head, forcing her right hand off. Holding her head in place, B-Love pushed his putz 6 inch into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"SUCK IT MRS. MCFARLAND ! DON'T osculation IT ! sucking THAT BIG BLACK COCK"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her efforts, sucking and licking B-Love's turncock hard. Her left paw furiously stroked the base of B-Love's coal-black shaft ... the domain that she had not yet taken into her mouth. B-Love took her left hand off his cock, lifted it to his mouth, kissed her wedding ring, and then lowered it to his arduous black balls.

"Cup my balls Mrs. McFarland. virgule them, revoke them. Feel how big and heavy they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth full of cock. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves black clod with her leftfield paw. They felt so dense ... fully ... Meanwhile, Jessica's justly mitt had found a dwelling stroking Big Mike's cock again. This went on for several minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's head closer and closer, forcing his turncock deeper and deeper into her sassing. Jessica let go of B-Love's glob, her leftover hand found Shemar's cock again and started stroking. A cock in each hand, and one in her mouth, Jessica was determined to do more.

Jessica opened her eyes ... seeing that there were only 4 in of B-Love's cock left out of her sass. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an inch at a time into her oral cavity. B-Love's helping hand stayed resting on her blonde head, but didn't button her. He let her do all the work. Only one more in 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 sloping trough down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her olfactory organ pressed into B-Love's soft pubic hair, she knew she'd done it ! She was so proud and happy, that she felt a wave of joy flip over her unanimous body, causing her entirely torso to rock. If B-Love's cock hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would hold let out a howler that would give birth shattered glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her softened cry from around B-Love's cock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from suck black cock !

B-Love lifted his hand from Jessica's head ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his shaft lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful face ... slick with her own saliva."Good 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 cock to Jessica's aspect."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's cock in her back talk, and grabbed B-Love's with her left paw. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any trouble swallowing Shemar's sword. She was right. This went on for respective more second, the guys chuckling as the beautiful blonde anchor charwoman went back and Forth, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's massive black cock in turn while stroking the others'cocks with small white hands !

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The scene played out on television blind across America. The viewers who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the events on screen were on their earpiece calling their friends. All over USA, mass were being told that they would not consider what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view interview on KNEN. However, there were at least two other watcher that were far more concerned with the activity of a different blonde KNEN employee.

Karen Davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her middle ... not that she was even aware of what was currently happening on her television set. Karen Davenport was far more refer with the fact that she had just seen her former daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a black rapper in some music video. 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 married man before taking the Same pitch-black macho-man's cock in her rima oris. Karenic just stared at the screen ... a million defense and questions swimming through her mind. Surely it couldn't be on-key. Sarah was a unspoiled lady friend. Sarah was saving herself for marriage. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he recall of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this happen ?

Karen's vernal daughter, Becky, was wondering the Lapplander thing ... even though she was now stuck in her room, ineffective to see the rest of the programme on her own television since it had no satellite or cable television service hook-up. She had been watching the show downstairs, in the support room. She had been so beguiled with the show that she hadn't noticed her mother's arrival rest home. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief coup d'oeil of her sr. baby writhing in transport with a big Black person scantling. The glance was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her female parent had ordered her to her elbow room. Becky was so surprise and embarrassed at having been caught watching the Black genus Phallus picture and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the way 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 call back about her sister. She knew what the group had said about the charwoman in their video recording, 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 Negroid rappers. Unable to recollect of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her telephone set, and dialed her sister's cell-phone numeral. She was surprised that her sister answered right away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's voice giggled on the cell phone,"I thought you might call ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her sister was behaving so normally ... how could she be so nonchalant ?

"How about the music videos ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her babe sister's opaque stammer."Were they as good as you hoped ? Did you see anything interesting ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to take up a tenacious sentence."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that video ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guys are so shag incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big sister ? Jealous ?"

"Well ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the television she'd seen that night ... how a great deal they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the television was ‘ real ’. The Sarah she knew would take been insulted by such an innuendo."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they sway you to appear in one of their video. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guys can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should know 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 apartment ? I can introduce you to the group, if you like. I know they'll be concern in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the mathematical group, but after seeing the things she had seen that Night, the chance of meeting them boldness to fount was form of scary.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't have intercourse ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP passing. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able to get one, but things have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could take heed voices in the background knowledge on the line, talking to Sarah ... Deep male voices. She thought she heard her sister respond to them.

"Look Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't bang how long I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no wait ! I have to enjoin you ... the video ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's terrific ! I never imagined she'd be concern !"

Becky couldn't believe her sister's reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would enjoy seeing ... THAT happen ... and on television ! ?

"I'm so glad you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guys 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 clean up the telephone again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"Hello Rebecca."a deep male person voice said on the other end of the phone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the phone, tossing it on the bed. Her Young body trembled.

************* End of Part Nine *******************

In the jet room, Billy McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful light-haired wife sucking three black cock on national television. He felt ... furious ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the cover, ineffective to attend away.

'' It 's just a promotion 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 screen, a crawling news scroll of some kind. But these weren't any newspaper headline that would normally be seen on a news channel.

"The average black cock is over 10 inches in length."One fact read.

billystick couldn't deny that these guy cable were big. But size wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriends had always said.

"Over 99 pct of women polled say they prefer black men to white men, sexually."read the next bit of textbook.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to Billy as he began to consider the ramifications of the statement that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to fellate these Guy off for a publicity stunt ... this might go further. They might prepare her do Thomas More than just sucking these men's peter. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married white women are often unable to control their sexual itch when confronted with a black cock."read the next news crawl.

"Sixty percent of married T. H. White women consider dark fan within ten old age of getting married."

"Semen from a smutty man has a 40 pct better chance of successfully fertilizing a woman's egg than would semen from a lily-white man."read the next.

Billy's thinker continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go further ... but at to the lowest degree Jessica would make the guys wear condoms. After all, she'd always made him wear condoms when they had sex. Jessica was allergic to the pill, and didn't want to suffer children.

'' Black men never where condoms when they fuck white women ! '' said the next factoid.

Billy shook his head ... Jessica would make them wear a condom. Of that, he was certain. He knew her too well. truncheon had wanted to engender children, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to install her career before having a child. There was no way she'd risk getting pregnant. She'd make them wear rubber. He could soothe himself with that certainty.

No Sooner had that mentation crossed his idea, then the next intelligence crawls appeared on screen.
'' White wives who force their husbands to fag out condom never do so when fucking their black masters ! ''

Billy's stomach 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 not !"Billy answered his own doubt out loud."This is all bullshit entropy ! It's all part 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 happen. That they might try a packaging stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another simulacrum of his wife ... at household ... masturbating while watching these doorknocker'picture. That wasn't a promotional material stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotence ... that wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rappers in the studio ... dreamily taking that cock in her mouth ...

Racy music videos might throw been a publicity stunt. The escritoire's seduction might let been a publicity stunt. The word crawl ... these doorknocker exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might have been publicity stunt.

His married woman sucking a"nigga's"pecker on interior television set was not a shtup stunt.

'' I 'll have to go along with it '' her countersign echoed in his head ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some variety of packaging stunt ... ''

billy club started to cry. He opened his tear-filled eyes and stared at the screen. He knew now that this wasn't just some publicity stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television screen as his beautiful blonde wife eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversized Joseph Black cocks ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the discernment ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her face when she sucked those lightlessness dick ! 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 televisions all across the world. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big shameful cock and loving every second and column inch of it !

nightstick's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rearing cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his married woman that Nox ... and if they did, he doubted that they would nark using condoms. He also doubted very a lot 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, truncheon knew that they would forever bear the mark of her infidelity by raising a black tike !

nightstick's worries were interrupted by the sound of a man's vox, speaking over the result on screen.

"goodness eve. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special installment of"The unit Truth ”, as part of our exploration into the Earth of"lightlessness Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their claims about the intimate power of black men, and learning the true statement about size, endurance, staying power, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of inkiness genus Phallus have already graciously agreed to help us explore and investigate these approximation and theories. They'll be probing deeply into the subject at hand tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to give us her first-hand account of her experiences as these consequence unfold !

The camera cuts to the news desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is busy assisting us in our experiment, I will be anchoring this night's episode. With me is a particular co-anchor, whom you may retrieve seeing in one of the"Black Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this even, Ms. Sarah Davenport. skillful evening Sarah !"

"good evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Shirley Temple Phallus's"plans of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far more than composed than she had been earlier that day. Her hair's-breadth and makeup were now arranged in their usual professional perfection. She was dressed in a very buttoned-down night red jacket, and black turtleneck shirt. Her fuzz was tied back with a big black ribbon, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you tell apart our viewers a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their inaugural names, deliberately parodying the archetypal banter of news co-anchors."I'm twenty-four twelvemonth old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two days ago, I was a Virgo, and had been engaged for several months to a Loretta 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 misplay of my fashion !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her glasses,"You took me into my office and taught me the joys 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 have sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's berm where she could see Jessica busily sucking the rapper'cocks."I admit that I'd given him a few script caper to continue him happy while he respected my indirect request to look for marriage ... but I was never tempted to take it further than that ... and he never seemed to campaign 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 cock of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so emphatic ... dominant ... strong. I couldn't help myself, I had to let you sleep together me ! To think, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful Black person men for so many calendar month, and I never knew the joy that they could give provided me !"

"workings in a blank space with so many Black person men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a very well char like you stayed a Virgo the Virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm sword lily that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to have sex with Brad, or any other Caucasian man ! I saved myself for a REAL man, the only 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 wish to persist a virgin until matrimony, waiting calendar month to be sexually suggest with you for the first clip. What do you think he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two fateful men within minutes of meeting them for the start time ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be honest, I really don't care. I've composed a break-up note for him. ‘ Joseph 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 camera,"we'd like to advise our witness that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The whole Truth, in the interests of freedom of the press and providing our paying looker with elaborate info about the subject we are presenting tonight. Viewer prudence is advised for our more raw viewers ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the screen cut to the clip.

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The snip plays.

The screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty white face. The camera is having trouble keeping her face in framing, 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 European Economic Community. I thought that I should let you know that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eyes widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The television camera slowly begins to draw in back, revealing Sarah's neck opening ... and publicise shoulders. She seems to be sitting in a large chair, but at the Same time, she is leaning backwards by about thirty grade. The camera continues to attract back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groans. As the camera continues to pull back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the significative shots in the video, nothing obscures the television camera's view of Sarah's bare physical body. There is goose egg blocking the camera's view of Sarah's firm Elwyn Brooks White knocker as they gently bounce up and down with her movements. Sarah closes her eyes as she groans, and the camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a hot seat ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a powerful black stud ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his chest of drawers ... letting her long blonde haircloth obscure the disgraceful macho-man's face. She opens her eyes, dreamily looking into the photographic camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able to make out the sentence before her voice deteriorates into gleeful shrieking.

The tv camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely naked, with her yearn white branch spread broad apart and raised in the air ! Between her wooden leg, the photographic camera captures the completely unobstructed position of B-Love's rock-hard black cock obscenely stretching Sarah's pinko pussy as she rocks back and forth on the enormous black dick. B-Love runs his enormous jet black hands around her bantam waist, over her flavourless Edward D. White belly, and around her full moon white breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her soft white hide and pink nipples practically glow in contrast with the big, rough, melanise fingerbreadth kneading and squeezing her breasts and nipples.

Another black man walks into the shot ... we can't see his face ... but his cock is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs postponement of it with one of her small white hands. While riding B-Love's stopcock, Sarah tries desperately to lean over .... to get her lips to meet the bulbous grim cockhead. She gives a prompt glance to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the point. The engagement is off ! Bye ! ... FUCK 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 blackamoor men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new dark masters ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you call me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new Shirley Temple Black professional !"

"And what does that mean exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as innocent and beautiful as ever. Nobody might have known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to differentiate you I wanted you to divest down to your bra and panty while you did this broadcast, 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 article of clothing here, on television ... just because a pitch-dark man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you want me to prove it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the camera,"Sarah, have off your clothes. I want to see you doing the rest of this program in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her jacket, dropping it over the back of the chair. She then reached down and unzipped her annulus, letting it pass to the floor. Her white lacey pantie were soaking wet with her slit juices. Now she was left in those panties and her fitted black polo-neck shirt. Sarah crossed her arms, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her headland, revealing her flat white tum and replete, firm ovalbumin breasts ... barely held in piazza by a somewhat old-fashioned flannel lace bra. She took her arse in her chairman, carefully clipping her microphone to her bra-strap.

"Very gracious"Watkins said, dragging one of his large blacken fingers gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the aid. Tom wanted to snap up her and fuck her right then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's time to condition back in with Jessica and the men of Black Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."Gentlemen ? Jessica ? How are things going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a world of lust, her head bobbing up and down on Big mike's fat black tool while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the question, but Big mike responded.

"She's still suckin'our putz, getting them decent and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the loggerheaded black cock in her mouth. Her manus pumped furiously back and Forth River, each stroking a monumental smutty cock while she sucked and licked the one in her lip ! She was in the middle of switching off, trying to guide B-Love's turncock in her mouth again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to answer some questions now Mrs McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her Kuki, keeping her anxious face inches from his cock ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that cock in her mouth again so badly ... but the guys wanted her to resolve questions, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do seem to be enjoying those big black dick. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a black man she'd never seen before was sitting at her anchor desk, in her chair, asking her query when she desperately wanted to extend sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're fantastic !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cocks in her paw ... giving them a loving credit crunch."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and operose ... I love the way they contrast against my skin !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you consider of their size of it ?"

"These are the with child, most beautiful example of male privates I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich brown color ... they're so heavily and firm !"

"How do they compare to your husband's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out loud,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 in long. Billy is only five inches long, rock-hard. Of course of study, he's been impotent for month, so he's basically left with this pitiful limp three column inch ! It barely qualifies as a penis !"

The studio apartment breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her enquiry off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their debut on screen,"Are all black men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about Andrew Dickson White men ... are they all as small and silly as Jessica's husband ?"

"That's a good question Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girlfriend had delivered her scripted question perfectly."Why don't you do some playing area research for our looker and get hold out ! I want you to go around the edifice and measure black men and white men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a tv camera and some crewmen with you ..."

"What a great idea"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thinking of wandering through the halls, asking black men to evince her their cocks ! She reached for her cap and bird, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, commend,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the rest of the program in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her article of clothing for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to have so much fun running around the building in her underwear and meeting more, well-endowed blackness men. She couldn't wait to see and stroke their big cocks, and find out just how much bigger than Patrick Victor Martindale White men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ field test'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hallways would be enhanced black he-man and snowy cuckolds, all under the employ and control condition of Solomon magnate and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would find would be able-bodied to reassert the musical theme that E & I wanted to spread with this broadcast. The issue that the audience, and Sarah for that matter, would be left with was the mentation that grim men were physically superior to bloodless men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few black studio workers and cameramen catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this fille's torso for a farseeing clip ... and tonight they were getting their wish. What was more, they knew there was even a undecomposed chance that many of them would get to make out her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cell phone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"fountainhead ?"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 sound from his hand."I've got to do my theme for Mr. Watkins. Walk with me, and I'll take care of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her phone, and had been for several minutes. Should she predict her sister back ? Would Sarah answer, or would it be that man ? The redhead stripling was so confused and flustered, trying to douse in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a coup d'oeil of Sarah in the ‘ music video recording'clip, Becky's mother had confined her to her room. How had her conservative baby ended up ‘ pretending'to receive sex in a pitch blackness 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 anon. man."My Quaker"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his voice that he was a large smutty man ! Becky was too scared to babble to him, and hung up.

Becky had no idea what had happened since that music video was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could come along telly, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't know Sarah had just been on telly talking about her newfound love of black putz, the end of her wedding fight, and the loss of her virginity. She had no idea that her sister had just shown explicit footage of herself having sex with B-Love from blackamoor Phallus. Becky didn't know that her sister was at that very bit, on her way through the hall of KNEN, performing size comparison for a special ‘ news'report.

At that instant, Becky Davenport could only pace her elbow room, stare at her phone, and try to make sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the phone rang. The song said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that unknown man. She hesitated to serve, and let the phone go to voice mail service. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a school text content popped up on the screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, pick up !"
When the telephone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's vocalisation responded."It's me. What's the topic ? Didn't you want to mouth to my Friend ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's phonation cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her baby sister."You have a million questions, but I'm super busy right now. I'm working on a really BIG project for the boss and I don't have metre to talk right now. For now, please just talk of the town to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a phone conversation. What do you recall will happen ? I'll try to get back on later and talk to you as soon as I can. Just talk to my friend for now, okey. He really wants to verbalize to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"trade good girl. I'll talk to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"hello Rebecca."The rich, masculine voice said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new friend of your sis's."the man chuckled,"A big, Shirley Temple friend ! She told me that she thought you should talk to me. Tell me a piddling about yourself, girl."

"fountainhead ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingle in her cunt was getting secure. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big black-market friend'all she could think about was the possibility that she was talking to one of the gorgeous sinewy black men from the rap videos she'd seen that dark. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just predict back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can talk to me for a while. distinguish me, are you here younger baby or older ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to flow up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So recite me ... do you look like your sister ?"

"Pretty much, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this total unknown ... especially so soon after seeing her baby in that video. She wondered what sort of ‘ Quaker'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear shabu like Sarah does, and I'm a redhead ..."

"You sound sexy, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"Well ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to think of the man's bold statement.

"Tell me girlfriend, do you and your sister ploughshare the like interests ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the stud poker asked.

"Sarah ? Wild ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the whole of their lives. Sarah was a upright girl."What do you imply wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too unwarranted !"

"shucks I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like black dick even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a response ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"Shit girl,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a euphony video clip !"Becky said, as if trying to convince herself."It was just acting."

"Shit 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 babe 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 euphony 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 dump him, she believes in saving herself for wedlock ... she'd never actually ..."

"daughter, I ain't talkin'about that little video 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 sweet blonde pussy being invaded by a big Negroid hammer ! She sho'as snake pit 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 eyes ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my room, I saw Sarah's look on the screen ... She was in that euphony television cartridge holder. I had to address to incur out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the mordant man said, understanding."That's a damn shame young woman. You should have seen your big baby just now. I bet that would have answered all your question !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"well right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how much she loves smuggled cock !"

"That's not unfeigned ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the Negroid man said,"Can't you get to another TV and vigil without your folk music seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the black man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't danger letting mom catch me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the Black man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just secern 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 twist on the early TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"faith me little girl,"the he-man laughed,"if you're mom saw the cartridge holder your sister just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the way with her ! Her eyes will be glued to that TV screen and her psyche is gon na be on other things !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the earpiece was right.

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As Karen Davenport had continued watching the boob tube broadcast, she was far too stunned to see away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this filth was bad enough, but then she saw her erstwhile daughter on the blind in some kind of deprave excuse for a music video. Horrified and confused by this sight, Karen had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting program to try and find some kind of explanation as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her occupied daughter disavow her religious belief, reject her fiancé, and claim that she'd given her virginity to some calamitous rapper because of some ridiculous belief of disastrous male superiority ! Karenic tried to tell herself all of this had to be some kind of sick promotional material stunt. Her one-time daughter would never actually throw her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karen saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"music video ”, and Karenic's Hope was crushed. The television explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'member'inside her body ... forever removing any and all doubtfulness that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen Davenport had lost her darling daughter to the devil ... a big BLACK devil ! Karen's knee buckled and she fell backwards, into her living way president."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 joy of big black tool, the conservative mother of two began stroking and squeezing the long nigrify TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her midget E. B. White manus. By the meter Sarah left the studio set for her exceptional grant, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her television, and sat staring at the filmdom. As the screen returned to Jessica McFarland and Heather the physical composition fille being ravished by three black doorknocker, Karenic davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the large black remote control control to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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Back in the studio apartment, the care of Tom Watkins and the studio apartment cameras had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three calamitous rapper.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a get married cleaning woman, how does it score you feel to be sucking the hammer of three men who you only met this evening. And on television system ?"

The gorgeous light-haired journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the massive black hammer that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his prick again, forcing her to answer to a greater extent questions.

"well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a matrimonial woman ... I feel some regret for being disloyal to my husband ... but as a married woman, I'm still a womanhood ... a intimate being ... and these men and their hammer are incredible ! As far as being on goggle box ... well, it's a public service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guys here tell me that my wedding vows don't really stand for anything when they're stacked up against the power of beautiful black turncock like these. They say that it's only natural for me to desire to delight such sexually hone men ... Black men ... no matter who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my province as a journalist to put their claims to the psychometric test !"

"And are those claims ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing bootleg cock in her hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be for sure ?"

"What do you mean ?"Jessica gasped.

"wellspring,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to point out that if these men have such a great sexual power over you, why is it that after nearly 30 minute of arc after your initial conquest, 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 suck them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the entailment that she was holding anything back from her new master, 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."

"carnival 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 vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even bare yet, how could you have broken your vows without taking off any of your wearing apparel ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was right. Her jacket was almost unbuttoned, and her doll was hiked up a bit ... but other than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another enquiry,"Tom added before Jessica could answer to his first question,"if these men hold such a sexual business leader 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 fall behind your clothing ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her fan with sad racy eyes ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her dead body to her black victor ... the men giving her so very much pleasure by allowing her to imbibe their shaft !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To enjoy your consistency ? Your entirely 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 black chests that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small strip tease. She turned to the three mordant doorknocker, slowly unbuttoning all but the gloomy button of her jacket and then slipping the garment over her milky white shoulders just a bit, exposing the pitch-black shoulder strap of her Hidden Closet bra. Once her shoulders were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket crown from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the add effect of making her already ample cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her arms in a gentle, snowy curve of feminine beaut. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so much of her snowy whiteness segmentation, but now she wanted to work up the display ... to tantalize her black lover. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to lust after her ... to want her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her lour 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 rivet, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the final button of her jacket. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the button, but it just wouldn't slick through the eye of the jacket crown. She looked back at them, over her articulatio humeri, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a Son, Big microphone stepped behind Jessica, placing his tremendous ember blackamoor hands on her shoulder joint. He turned Jessica around to face him and the other doorknocker, then grabbed the opening her crownwork. Looking mysterious into Jessica's big depressed eyes and blushing white face, Big microphone violently RIPPED the jacket surface, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his fellow rappers. Jessica gasped, shocked by the rapper's flash of power and ascendency. She stood stunned for a few seconds, allowing all a brief glimpse under her cap, of the sexy Negroid bra that barely contained her heaving white titty. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket again, and hugged herself tightly.

A hush fell over the studio. For a schism second it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might snap out of her lustful shock and run screaming from the studio apartment. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a moment, staring at the hefty black doorknocker. As she looked into their faces, a calm passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulder again, again squeezing her tit together and letting the cap slip over her shoulders, again exposing the ignominious strap of her bra. She looked at Big Mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could help oneself me a bit more ?"

Big Mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those ember black mitt on Jessica's creamy blanched shoulders.

He brought his hands downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blueing jacket off her arms. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to slip from her body and dusk to the base. She now stood before the three black doorknocker and the studio television camera clad in her smutty chick, and her ignominious Hidden cupboard demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for Billy ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible groan from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the knocker included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a good physical structure ... but cypher knew how truly rattling it was until just that minute. Her skin colour was unflawed. Her white tummy was unconditional as a board. Her magnificent, round, firm milky white titty BEGGED to be released from the beautiful pitch blackness bra ... but the demarcation of the fatal bra against her C. P. Snow white skin was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the looker at domicile can appreciate the muckle here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this woman's consistence is unflawed. Her white skin is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio Light. It's dazzling."Tom felt his cock straining at his drawers ... again, he felt the desire to seize the woman he was looking at and fuck her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It for sure is shining ain't it ..."Big Mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... segmentation ... his fat turncock pushing against the fabric of her skirt."You can't really apprize how diffuse her cutis is, cause of the shine !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big mike was hinting at. She turned her head to the studio and called out for"Make-up ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big microphone's eyes lit up,"Get that sweet little make up fille over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't precaution practically for KNEN's overly hip, young, and ‘ ethnic'image, but he had a crush on the vivacious Brigham Young Jessica McFarland, though he would never admit it. He never missed an episode of"The unit verity ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view broadcast of her interview with Black penis, even though he'd never heard of the mathematical group. He couldn't believe the raciness of their TV, and popped a cassette in the VCR to fascinate everything. He watched in awe as these gangster hood seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brutish advances.

Alone in his home, his wife at work that night, Bob pulled his stiffening dick out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the rappers'enormous blackened cocks. His strokes became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's Lucille Ball tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her breasts, showing off her segmentation, and dropping her jacket to the floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting mucilaginous semen into his hands. Panting, trying to scavenge up the mess in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the silver screen when he heard Jessica's call for the Jessica's make-up girl to conjoin the fun.

His heart sank when he saw the missy walk onto the set. His mind flashed back to a phone conversation from just a few dark ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her speech sound Call."They didn't even make me interview a irregular sentence. They just talked to me for about five bit and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of Beauty College and I'm already working with a asterisk ! 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 surprisal !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd guessing who I was working with, and that would thwart the surprise."she'd said."Don't headache, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his television in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the surd way that his stepdaughter Heather was working at KNEN. She was doing physical composition for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV screen, she was walking onto a set full-of-the-moon of naked black men with grievous erections.

Bob Christensen's dick suddenly went hitch ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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heather mixture Christensen, the make-up girl, had been watching events unfold from just off set behind a photographic camera. Her jolly greenish eyes had widened with daze when she saw the men release their colossus fatal putz. Her flyspeck back talk hung open hungrily as she watched Jessica take one in her mouth. Enraptured, she bit her scummy lip, dropping a helping hand into her pants and rubbing her pussy when she watched the men help Jessica out of her apparel. She was close to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

ling quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder duration brown-black tomentum, pushing it behind her tiny shell-like ears. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the affectionateness of the Leo the Lion's den. She stood just within soma of the camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should make bold approach.

"Go on broom,"she heard Tom Watkins call from the linchpin desk,"Jessica needs a equal up."

heather mixture was uneasy, but it would have been obvious to anybody watching that she was very aroused. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their hefty black asses and broad shoulders. broom got behind Jessica to try and stay out of the shot. She reached around Jessica's movement, watching her helping hand oeuvre on the nearby video monitor. She dabbed Jessica's face, covering the sudor, then dropped the quick study over Jessica's entire, white tit ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Heather heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! Good job girl !"

heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the dark men were proud of with her oeuvre. She dropped her script down further, over Jessica's unconditional blank tummy ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her helping hand ... and then ... in the shot ... so very close to her mitt ... broom saw one of the knocker's massive cocks being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. Scots heather's eyes locked on screen, she couldn't calculate away. She stared for various second, before she suddenly felt something clash against her thigh.

Looking down, Heather gasped when she saw Big Mike's monolithic coal-black tool rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the sieve. She spun around to face him, looking up into his center.

"I think us guy cable need a little sense of touch up too !"microphone whispered down to the trembling young brunet. Heather reached into her war paint kit and dabbed a new parasite into a darker basis coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful Joseph Black skin color. She dabbed the brand up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved forefront ... their shoulders ... their enormous pectoral muscleman ... their rippling abs. She rested her other script on one of his massive biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were occupy having their cock's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the sexy anchorwoman's beautiful white torso and kissed her facial expression, mouth, neck, and boob !

Shemar's complexion was lighter than Big microphone's, so Heather applied a little more make up to his soundbox ... to stress its the gentle, full-bodied light brown of his peel. Again she let her other handwriting drift over his implements of war ... his shoulders ... feeling the tightness of his muscular structure. heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black body. broom thought B-Love's obscure 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 early men.

Soon, however, Heather found herself drawn back to Big microphone. His hide shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up sponge on his face, then down his thick neck opening, his broad articulatio humeri, then his powerful arms. His hefty black-market pectus glistened under the studio spark, so Heather began dabbing it succeeding. Her diminutive tweed hands guided the sponge over Big mike's musculus pectoralis muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, closer and cheeseparing to Big mike's massive mordant stopcock. Tentatively, the pretty brunet lowered her manus to the rapper's wooden-headed black peter and began dabbing it with the leech, under the pretence of applying makeup. ling's parody was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up sponge and neglected to pick it up. Instead the pretty brunette let her bare hand hover just above Big mike's throbbing ebony shaft. She felt a electrocution desire to touch it, to comprehend its thickness in her manus, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her handwriting on Big Mike's stomach, then slide it upwards, caressing the rapper's muscular sinister chest of drawers.

"Calluna vulgaris,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the ruttish composition girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"broom said, staring at the big black cock in her hired man, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's makeup ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

heather mixture looked at the monitor. Jessica's chest of drawers, neck opening, and font glistened ... not with sweat, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet buss and licks. Heather took another sponge from her war paint kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say Heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way matter are going, Jessica will probably need some make-up on her thighs and ass. Why don't you get her wench off and take care of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big Mike's orotund, blackamoor hand on her shoulder, gently but firmly pushing her down. She immediately dropped to her genu and traced her fingertips along Jessica's shank, finding the zipper than ran halfway down her skirt, over her leftover hip. As Heather tugged at the zipper, the dark-skinned fabric of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy black supporter and pantie that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the skirt, letting it slide slowly over the gentle curve ball of Jessica'broad, childbearing pelvis and firm unit of ammunition backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely mindful of Heather's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's cocks furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pool of Shirley Temple Black textile that circled her mortise joint, and kicked it off the set. She was a splendid sight to lay eyes on. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blond ... 36d-28-36 figure ... standing in an incredibly sexy Hidden Closet lingerie ensemble ... between two vast, muscular shameful men, stroking their foot long cocks with her tiny white hands. Jessica's snow blanched skin glowed in beautiful direct contrast with the black lace lingerie she wore, and the large black hands that slid all over her body. Her breasts heaved with hullabaloo, threatening to break out of her disgraceful satin and lacing demi bra any sec as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a black hired hand over her unconditional White person breadbasket and black satin garter whack, and pushed them into her dim French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, round albumen ass, and B-Love snaked his large black digit into her wet pussy ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the stately white blonde as she writhed in ecstasy between the two hefty Negroid rappers.

But there was at to the lowest degree one duet of eyes that were not locked on Jessica's body. As Heather stood on her knee joint, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and thighs, her eyes were locked on the enormous black hammer with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their sizing ... their heating ... their smell ... something about them made her hornier than she'd ever been in her entire Loretta Young life !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the pretty young make-up girl lick her lip as her park eyes darted back and Forth between all the black cocks around her.

"Our constitution 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."ling replied ... never breaking her regard on the fateful cocks inches from her pretty, young face.

"XIX ?"Watkins could barely stop his excitement. A virgin fiancée, a celebrity, and now a teenager ... all seduced and fucked on national television. He loved being a part of this project !"Only nineteen ! And are you a Virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Calluna vulgaris said sheepishly. Right now she felt sorry she'd never waited to hand herself to a black man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to hear that, ling !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those rooster 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 black COCK before ?"

"No !"Calluna vulgaris gasped.

"How do they compare with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so very much bigger !"heather mixture said,"The bounteous guy I was ever with was seven inches. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a beau ?"Watkins asked.

"No."Calluna vulgaris said.

"What vividness do you think your next young man will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"Heather giggled, still staring at the big black cocks around her."He'll be black !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a pitch blackness man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"ling smiled.

"fountainhead shit girl !"Big Mike bellowed,"What the fuck are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga dick right here with your name on it !"

broom's Whitney Moore Young Jr. blank face lit up when she heard Big Mike's invitation. She didn't need any promote encouragement. Her physical composition kit suddenly clattered to the floor as her little white hands immediately grabbed Big microphone's throbbing, black cock and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how hard and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her hands. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her soft pink lingua circle the head ... before taking it in her mouth and sucking hungrily.

Big mike ran his finger through the young brunet's hair as he thrust his cock into her tiny mouth. He'd wanted to fuck this little sweetie ever since he'd laid middle on her in the studio that night. Judging by her eager ministrations on his peter, the feeling was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely aware that heather mixture had joined the party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular inglorious bodies ... their monstrous black cocks rubbing against her gentle ashen thigh, ass, and corporation.

Shemar's lovesome burnt umber handwriting found Jessica's bra grasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the perfection of her breasts from their disgraceful silky confinement. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most everlasting tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could have done a better job. Jessica's breasts had a nice innate softness, but they were still house and Brigham Young. They were full, round, radiant Stanford White orbs with unwavering pinko nipples. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a nipple in his back talk 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 black hands snaked under her diminutive black step-in. The front of the panty was cut in a French style ... sending straps high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the Lapp time creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observers with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's pussy. The book binding of the panty was little more than a thong ... revealing the smooth white peach of Jessica's perfect round ass. This fragile bit of smutty lace and satin was the merely matter between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussycat and the two rock-hard nigrify cocks that were quick to enchant her.

Jessica could feel both of those peter ... big ... hard ... hot ... rubbing against her leg ... so close to her kitty. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her full moon firm tits. B-Love's manus groped and squeezed her ass, his fingers occasionally slipping into her pussy ... teasing her clit ... and those two big opprobrious cocks ... so heavily ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thighs ... dangerously close to her pussy. It was too lots ! Jessica's body trembled ... shook violently ... she her indulgent moans got louder ... louder ... acuate ... they turned to screams ... shrieks of joy ... as wave after moving ridge of hot joy 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 tell us ?"

"OH fuck !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... FUCK ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you cosset !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my animation !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your husband ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panties aren't even off yet and I just had the most powerful orgasm in my spirit !"

"That's because you never been with a real number man before, a blackness MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful ashen soundbox, all through her verbal exchange with Tom. They showed no signs of stopping, or furthering their intimate domination of the reasonably television set journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's fill this opportunity to check in with Jessica's married man, to see what he thinks of all of this ! Billy McFarland has been waiting, locked in the dark-green room all Night, watching these consequence unfold on a studio monitor. He joins us now via closed electrical circuit television set, for security reasons."

The camera angle changed and the CRT screen split between the studio ground tackle desk and an double of billystick McFarland, taken by a television camera hidden in the cap of the greenness room. billystick looks angry and confused ... he looks around the way, trying to recover the hidden camera that's capturing his paradigm, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, Billy McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most brawny orgasm'of her life history. She didn't have it with you billy, she had it with two contraband men whom she only met this evening. How does that make you feel ?"

On filmdom, a caption appeared under Billy."Federal Reserve note McFarland : Future Cuckold"nightstick could see it on the screen in his room.

"STOP THIS ! !"Billy yelled, spinning around the room frantically, not sure 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 tell us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely unable to stop your wife's inevitable fatal gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A gripe !"Billy yelled,"LET ME OUT OF Here ! !"

"I guess your anger is understandable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this pudden-head cracker."After all, its probably that after tonight your wife never want to have sex with your poor piffling dickie again."

"YOU illegitimate child ! !"Billy screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY WIFE ! YOU MAKE HER FUCK THOSE NIGGERS ON NATIONAL TELEVISION !"

"NOW THERE IS NO NEED FOR THAT SORT OF voice communication, YOU BABY-DICKED CRACKER ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is fashioning your wife do anything ! She's doing it of her own accord ... in the interest of uncovering the truth and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 inches hard, but your impotence means that your stay at a voiced 3 inch. Can you confirm this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"Billy sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the green room burst open and two burly smuggled men grabbed Billy McFarland's arms. The men held Billy still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his bloomers down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to truncheon's limp penis ...

"leash INCHES ALL right field !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the way as the two men through Billy against a wall, letting him shine to the floor with his pants around his ankle. They left the way quickly, locking the door behind them, leaving Billy still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, valet, for that confirmation !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a lead comparison going !"

A split screen comparison was put up on the monitor. One barb was a freeze anatomy of billystick McFarland's tiny hawkshaw, and the other was a nip of Jessica's handwriting ( 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 spokesperson could be heard over the television ... the audio feed to his way still active.

"HELL BILLY,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inches hard, a ripe enquiry would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH ! ! !"baton yelled before his phonation suddenly cut out. The rip screen showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news film director."I'm sorry truncheon, but it looks like you just lost your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio apartment bunch laughed out gimcrack.

The split screen being broadcast showed Billy on one side, aware of Watkins's insult. He was screaming, soundlessly, his oculus filled with crying and furore. The intelligence ‘ screwing nigra asshole"obviously being formed by his mouth. The other side of the split screen showed his beautiful white wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing nothing but her wedding ring, stockings, and panties… writhing between two Brobdingnagian black rap stars with huge black cocks rubbing against her black satin panties.

The figure of Jessica and Black Phallus expanded, pushing Billy's raging silent paradigm from the screen.


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Outside the green room, Sarah davenport and her age group laughed at the helpless Theodore Harold White cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the door and demanded to be released.

"I think you should tattle to your sister again. She seems confused."The blackamoor stud with Sarah's phone said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her heterosexual on a mates of matter. order her how things are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at home ?"Sarah suppressed her laugh, to show her black superscript respect.

The dark he-man shrugged and handed her the phone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the phone."Is something wrongfulness ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to look on the interview, still oblivious to the extent of the issue unfolding in the studio and on the air."What's going on ? Who was that man I was talking to ?"

"I told you"Sarah said,"he's a friend of mine !"

"What sort of friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sort of ridiculous things about you. he tried to tell me that you ... that ... that video was real ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those bleak guy rope !"

"Of course I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to wait until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the interview ? Haven't you SEEN what's happening in that studio apartment right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her older Sister's confession."I tried to distinguish you sooner, mom came home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to lead out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music videos."Mom made me go to my way ! I haven't seen anything since that medicine video time that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the best 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 way ... and I think I can hear the TV."

"Good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your information processing system ? Do you still have my credit add-in information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"Good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's site and log in to the webcast for the audience. Just register with my deferred payment card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teenager locked her sleeping room room access and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the website and log-in page, she continued talking to her sister on the phone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the explanation you need, you'll see when you get the lively video feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to watch this program tonight. It's important. Probably the most important thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so significant ? What will I see ?"

"Well sis,"Sarah responded,"at the instant I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely naked, in studio apartment, on camera, and about to be fucked by two members of OUR deary rap mathematical group !

"WHAT ?"Becky was shocked."How ... she'd never do that. Isn't she married ? I mean, I saw that she looked kind 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 truth too ! That's why I want you to ascertain. Just vigil !"

Becky was about to argue with her sister when the video-stream finally finished loading and started playing ... displaying the know television footage of the beautiful white journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's screen, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her whitened hide glowing under the studio lights. Two Brobdingnagian disgraceful studhorse, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her curvaceous white human body between their muscular darkness consistence.

The teen redhead couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY nookie GOD !"Becky blurted ... cuss and using the Lord's name in vein at the Saame sentence.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is ended ! 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 aghast 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 famous !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She certainly is. She's famous. She's important. She's a professional news show anchor. She's on the natural covering of magazine publisher. 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 video ? What would pass water 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 Men with BIG Black Cocks. Jessica is discovering the Sojourner Truth, dear sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the legal action unfolding on her calculator screen.

"Black men are superscript to livid men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Black Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to take a shit sure everybody knows it. If a famous, successful, get hitched with Patrick White woman can tolerate herself to be seduced and fucked on inhabit television by thug rappers she just met, then humankind will know the true statement. There will be no more silence rumors and talk of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be able-bodied to abnegate it. Everybody will acknowledge the fact that black men are better, solid, and BIGGER than whitened men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big dark cocks in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the ones I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the computer screen."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her paw to slip one's mind down to her genitals and start rubbing again, as she stared at her favourite rappers'gorgeous black cocks.

"Well"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'video letter to Brad, they made me despoil down to my bra and panties. Then they sent me out into the halls of the building to find virile employees and randomly compare rooster sizes between blackened guy wire and lily-white guy wire !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to test that all black guys are as big as those knocker, and that whiteboys dicks are nowhere near as long ... or thick. They want to leaven that pitch-dark men are sexually superior to blank men. What do you think of that musical theme Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computing machine screen right now ... do you cerebrate that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her pussy faster, still staring at monumental black cocks on her sieve,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be true ! These guy are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The white Guy I've checked out are tiny ... limp. The black men on the other hired man ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sister public lecture dirty while she watched the action on her estimator screen."beautiful ..."

"Black cocks are so fucking big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the lily-white guy I've found. When I touch these big black prick they get strong fast ! They're fix to sleep with ! They look so good in my white script !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her young cunt 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 watch ! That's why I gave you my credit plug-in number so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her back as she dug her finger deeper into her slick virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their music !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those videos !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to hear their music so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the videos because they want you to think about sex with black men. They want white girlfriend like you to see what think about what those big black cocks 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 need to try those bootleg dick don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do want to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why wait Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The bare statement caught her attention."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why waiting ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and meet the band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To match the band ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her thumb absent mindedly rubbed the"honour ring"on her annulus 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 get wind more !"

"You will mollycoddle !"a intimate masculine voice replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her hand away from her snatch, almost as if she was afraid that the stud on the phone might capture her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the rivet chuckled."I understand you've found a way to follow the show again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the video cover."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to take care of something ..."the stud poker replied,"something big and melanise that required her to use both custody !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her Sister holding a monolithic black cock in her hands like the slutty anchorwoman on her computing device screen. The young redhead immediately dropped her hand to her crotch again, pushed two white digit into her kitty, and began vigorously rubbing her footling knock clitoris."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the approximation of your sister with black studs 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 apartment, oasis't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big spade dick, don't you girl ? the stud chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her puss ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big nigrify rooster like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her back ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her center were glued to the projection screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those monstrous blackened cocks.

"You ever had black prick before, Becky ?"the studhorse suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a inglorious cock before ?"the scantling 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."

"delay ?"the stud laughed cruelly, he sounded almost angry."Don't recite me you're a virgin, Becky ! What the snake pit you waiting on girl ?"

"I'm waiting for my special night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her pussycat ... staring at the foot long black peter on her computer monitor.

"shit fille !"the black man said."Drive your pretty white ass down to the network building. I'll make tonight plenty damn special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding night !"

"Wedding night ?"the lightlessness stud asked."Why wait for a white wedding one day, when you can have a Joseph Black cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The thought was so pixilated ! She thought about all the time she'd rejected the advances of engagement over the past few years. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny teenage whiteboys. Could she really befuddle that all away for one dark of lustfulness ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're liquidate sentence young lady !"The melanise stud argued."Don't be like your sister ! Don't permissive waste the best year of your life waiting for sex with one white boy when what you need is lots of black shaft ! Deep down, every aphrodisiac white virgin is meant to be a bootleg 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 interracial sex on her computer screen door."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the studhorse asked again."Come down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my early big opprobrious friends !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her mind reeled with the thoughts of big melanise studs using her young whiten body for their sexual joy ... She looked at the figurer blind and imagined HER face alternating between those three inglorious cocks ... sucking and stroking them with such decision. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"Sounds like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the black stud teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're observation ? Are you looking at those big fatal cocks and rubbing that sweet virginal kitty-cat of yours ?"The studhorse asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big black cocks might do to you ... to your jolly white physical structure ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her chair ... on the sceptre of climax.

"Well period !"the stud poker 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 pussy, and whimpered into the phone.

"Stop ?"Becky asked ... her hand trembling near her slit."Why ?"

"Stop fantasizing Becky !"the stud shouted."Stop imagining what it would be like to fuck a big black studhorse, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the studhorse shouted."You know where your Sister works. 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 ! Sneak out and ride down to this studio apartment now and link me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the garage, 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 forbearance with this hard-to-get whoreson Becky !"the scantling interrupted."campaign down here now, NOW, so I can make love you ... so I can take you virginity with my big Shirley Temple rooster !"

"I..I have to hang up up now !"Becky's altogether body trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new dominant look. She was terrified ... not of getting distress ... but that she might give in to his demand !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the he-man said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your judgement, you know where to come. I'll leave your name with security measures at the presence desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you punter hurriedness 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 display. 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 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 edifice to compare the member sizes of sinister men and white men, and discover out if all black men were endowed like the men of"total darkness Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the sizing of Billy McFarland's so called member. Let's chit in and see what she's discovered about early white men and calamitous men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling human face appeared stock split screen with the studio apartment mainstay desk. The CRT screen began cutting back and forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and pantie, as she had been when she left the news desk, though she now looked a little worse for wear. Her tomentum was messy, there was a little bit of dehydrated cum on her face, and one of her bra straps hung over her white berm, almost exposing one of her firm Cy Young breasts.

"I've tested several men this eve Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on television camera ... but I can report that the opprobrious men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the white men. Andrew D. White men varied from about 3 in to 5 in 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 hard ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get besotted. It was truly pitiable !"

"And what about the black men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"Well Tom, the BLACK men were consistently very heavy and had no bother achieving erection. Some of them even had bother getting their cocks back in their drawers 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 hammer until they came, so that their erections would go down a bit, and they could put their dick away !"

"auditory sensation like a steamy office !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these ignominious scantling have an incredible recovery metre, and I'm informed that those cocks of theirs never get truly soft again until they've fucked a slit. Regretfully my tariff as a reporter keep me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no difficulty convincing other ovalbumin adult female to aid them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their pitch-black turncock are !

"So what exactly were the size mountain chain of those Shirley Temple Black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"Well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The average hard black cock was foot long Tom ! No fatal man I measured was littler than 9 inches."

"And how big was the largest dark man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to reveal an corpulent black man, with a cock close to two feet in distance and 9 inches around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the floor, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name BULL ... and you can see why ! His stopcock is absolutely incredible, you might study this man lucky, but Bull's history is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of bullshit's tremendous phallus's distance and girth, he can't ever fuck a cleaning woman. He is constantly horny, and his rooster is almost always hard. His testicles are also extremely prominent and swollen. He says that it is often unspeakable to live like this, and he has to masturbate constantly, just to stay fresh his life story tolerable !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... assist ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying Bull's cock. Her statement was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please Bull ... to still his stress ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her mouth around that monster, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"Well fille ..."Bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma pecker for a while. It wouldn't learn too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a long prison term since I had a woman's touch !"

"speech sound like a programme !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the monstrosity, a little afraid, but her hunger for ignominious tool overwhelming, and she could recall of no cause not to honor strapper's postulation. She smiled, thinking how good it would make her feeling to help him ... and how good it would feel to touch the biggest shaft she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a enceinte approximation, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The camera followed her as she dropped to her knees and hefted papal bull's behemoth cock in her hands. He was so tall, she practically had to admit his cock above her head just to get it to point out away from his trunk. She couldn't believe how heavy it was. It was like lifting a scarf out turkey. She tried to hold it, but her minor Patrick Victor Martindale White hired man didn't come close to reaching around the circumference. She cupped a script on each side of his cock. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his cock tip, which was nearly a third the size of her altogether typeface. She couldn't stroke him and obligate his heavy putz up though ... it was too difficult. Bull stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an theme. Takes off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the match of her old-fashioned lily-white bra. Smiling up at the fat black man, she shrugged her shoulders, letting her bra slide down her coat of arms, revealing her full firm titty. The bra had covered her so much that copper had not realized how nicely endowed this female child was. Her mamilla were easily a C cup. hone for what he had in judgement. He took one of Sarah's full, firm, youth Patrick Victor Martindale White boob in each of his meaty black hands and kneaded them gently.

"They's so soft !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet state heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a altogether freight.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor disgraceful giant.

"Aww no Miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the huge pool of white jism spreading across her intone Stanford White thigh,"there's so much !"

"I cums a lots missy ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'psyche. I'd sho like to get started. Would you stands up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, face lifting my cock up"he said,"point it straight up, lean it against my body, then you lean on it, and hold it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the massive weight of Bull's peter up, and letting it remain on her chest, between her soft blanched white meat. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her arm forward, hugging the tremendous fatal man, with his cock pointing straight up between her pap. Then she bent her knees, squatting and standing ... rubbing her body along the length of his cock ... She could feel his monumental grave balls rubbing against her clit ever fourth dimension she moved up and down, spreading her branch. When she moved downwards, Bull's cock tip came close sufficiency to her cheek that she could osculate and figure out it.

"Thass sound miss !"Bull groaned excitedly,"Thass real nice ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the muscles in her calves and thighs burn as she taxed them harder ... rubbing her body tits and pot against his massive black pecker. His heavy Negro balls rubbed against her clit as she flexed her ramification ... driving her wild.

"bent on missy !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Taurus, being so massive and strong, was able to easily break up up the petite blond girl, holding his massive hands under her ass. Sarah moved her weaponry up, wrapping them around Bull's thick black neck. strapper's cock was still trapped between their consistence ... and between Sarah's good white tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arms, papal bull told her"Okay Miss, now hang on ... we gon na move fast !"With that warning, Bull suddenly began bouncing the youthful blond girl up and down, faster and faster ... rubbing her tit and stomach against his over-grown black tool, using her soft white-hot body as no to a greater extent than a tool for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and get down ... so that she could experience his monolithic balls rubbing across her flat bloodless belly, and his monumental hammer tip right hand in straw man of her aspect. All he while, her soft White person titmouse rubbed against the hot black material body of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer have got onto copper's neck, and instead had to wrap her blazon around the cock itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some form of perverted carousel pony. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her boldness along the shaft as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heat on her white cheeks ... and kissing the flabby black flesh as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a direful trembling in the black lance that she was holding ... the quiver carried through the entire length, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and Forth along Bull's massive globe and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her orgasm passed over her Whitney Young Edward Douglas White Jr. consistence. She didn't have much time to savor her pleasure, as Bully's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums escape !"Samson yelled"Get's ready !"

A unquestionable geyser of midst, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Bull's monster, shaking Shirley Temple Black cock ! Sarah squealed, catching the first gust ... what had to be nearly a pint of semen, right in her side ... mostly in her lip and hair. She wanted to swallow it ... she tried to ... but there was just too much ... and then another eruption came ... again hitting her in the face. Sarah closed her eyes just in time as the hot cum plastered her whisker, frontal bone, and oculus. Sarah threw her question back, squealing in gross out joy as a tertiary eruption dead reckoning up into the air, nearly four infantry, hitting the cap of the room they were in, and showering the two buff with a reflected blast. Another fire of semen erupted from bruiser's cock ... and another ... and another ...

cipher could tell how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her case was completely covered in a slurred coat of pearly White person semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so a lot ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky state of affairs !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computer screen, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and keep on you playing with those beautiful blacken cocks. She watched as the beautiful brunette make-up fille joined the debauchery onscreen. She watched in enthrallment as her babe Sarah finally appeared on screen again, this time playing with the biggest dick Becky had ever seen in her Whitney Young liveliness. Becky watched in awe as the impossible amount of come poured over her sister's beautiful face ... and it was that final double that sent Becky Davenport over the edge.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, intemperate, on her frantically pumping mitt. The words of her baby and the phone-stud echoed through her mind ..."So big"“ So slurred ..."“ superior to white Guy"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big disastrous cocks ... what they could do to your Edward White dead body !"

The teen's orgasm seemed to go on for minutes, but in reality it could only have been a sec or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the flooring. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the room ... and her eyes fell upon the cell phone on her desk.

"When you change your brain ..."the voice in head echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her clothing, wiped the cum from her fingers, grabbed her cell phone, and calmly left her room ... the alive webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could try that the keep room television was still on. Was mom actually still watching the idiot box ? Becky peeked into the living room and saw her mother sitting on the couch with her eyes glued to the video filmdom.

Karen Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely unmindful to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the frame, just staring at the concealment, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my sister girl ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's right hand buried between her legs, rubbing frantically !

That slut ! That pretender ! How could she do that ?

Becky's center darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car keys hanging on the draw in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one hour 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 early car !

Karenic snapped out of her lust-filled craze when she heard her car start. By the time Karen got to the threshold to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This madness had to block up !

Karenic grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her married man's cellphone phone."Frank ! There's an exigency ! It's our daughters ! You have to come in home and pick me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the blind, her elder girl's cum-covered facial expression still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered facial expression to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"

"It sure is infant ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the reminder. Seeing the pretty blonde smiling into the camera with cum all over her was more than he could bare. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock voiceless cock from his pants to relieve the painful force per unit area, and he was going to make damn certainly he got some cunt before he put that black goliath back in his pants."Thanks for your excite report card. Why don't you get cleaned up and account back to the studio."

"Right away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folks, Sarah's psychometric test are not scientific, but we would like to ask for all the moderately ovalbumin char out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the television camera. Informational text begins to scroll across the undersurface of the cover showing diverse URL speech. Many of the public figure obviously indicate they are mixed smut website."We here at KNEN experience it is important for you to get commencement hand data-based data point. Feel exempt to visit the Joseph Black genus Phallus site and these other websites to find oneself to a greater extent information about these exciting subject, see video recording information, read about the experiences of white adult female who have learned the Sojourner Truth about pitch-black men, and detect out where you can gather discreet, fresh, and superior black male person !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and break, holding a digit to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving centering from the a studio apartment technology booth. Watkins smiled into the camera and rundle."noblewoman and Gentlemen I am being told that we are now going to bring you something very peculiar. For the 1st fourth dimension on television anywhere in the creation, you are about to see a total darkness stopcock sink in a white char's slit !"

The camera suddenly cut to Big mike and ling the make-up girl. heather was still on her human knee, sucking Big microphone's massive Shirley Temple peter in her midget T. H. White sass, but Mike was pushing her away.

Heather tried to hold on to the tremendous pecker that she'd been sucking hungrily, but Mike was too substantial, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his prick desperately, and her eyes began to buck 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 lilliputian stopcock soft touch daughter, but I need some kitty-cat ! Get them fucking clothes off !"

Heather's look of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny smile and a confection,"OH, okey !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted Stanford White tee shirt over her psyche, revealing her beautiful, slender Whitney Young body. Her tummy was prospicient and flat, without an apothecaries' ounce of fat on it, and her breast were small and firm, held by a white cotton fiber bra with blue flowers printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his television receiver in disbelief. He'd tuned in this evening to watch Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his favorite female television star was about to be fucked by two gangster rappers, his center were focused on another woman in the studio.

Bob had married heather mixture's mother just a few years earlier. When her mother married Bob, ling took his lowest public figure, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a family. He knew the girl was no saint, but he never imagined she would get involved with a blacken man ... and on television ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was nineteen ... she was sexually alive ... but she wasn't a strumpet ! Not Calluna vulgaris !

But it was Calluna vulgaris.

It was Scots heather's mouth that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the sec it was offered !

It was Heather's interpreter that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was Heather's slender, young consistence that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw Heather in a new sparkle. He couldn't help but notice how Calluna vulgaris's torso looked so much like her mother's. Heather was slender and lithe with blanch skin, smallish breasts, a tight lilliputian ass ... and a huge inglorious cock in her handwriting ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any more ... but an attractive, xix year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a pang of guilt as his cock stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his ground tackle desk."Heather,"he called out"I'm indisputable the viewers at habitation would wish to have it away what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the initiatory time you'll be fucked by a black man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Heather moaned."It's so charge ! I want his cock so badly !"

Heather stroked Big mike's massive black cock in one script while frantically working the buttons of her low-rider jeans with the former. After struggling a bit, she managed to push the sozzled dungaree over her small-scale, shapely ass and they fell to her stifle revealing a duo of soaked Caucasian panties, soaked with turmoil. Big microphone chuckled at the pile. Heather's panties didn't match her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't thing though.

Not missing a pulsation, Big microphone quickly reached one hand down, snaking his potent blackness fingers into Heather's tiny, wet step-in, and pulled roughly. The fragile cotton gave way easily, with a voiced ‘ rip'and the tattered fabric was sent sailing through the air, to the early side of the studio. The panties hadn't even landed before mike returned his bridge player to the tiny brunet pink pussy and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussy shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Heather moaned and shivered as an climax passed over her young white soundbox. Never in her lifespan ... with any of her swain ... had she ever experienced such an unbelievable sensation. Her articulatio genus buckled, and she lost her proportion and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the box of the couch's back. Her feet off the left the floor. Her shorts fell down past her genu, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her weight on the back of the couch ... arching her back, causing her immature business firm breasts to stand up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."Heather, you're a beautiful untried char. You could probably bear any man you want. Are you set up to move over yourself to this black man on television system. trillion of viewer are watching !"

"God yes ! Fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big microphone's coal bleak eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an enormous ebony tree hand on each of heather's cockeyed white thighs, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his helping hand ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's body, supporting her lower dorsum. The early hand moved down to his cock, which he pushed up to broom's bantam rap pussy. Big Mike teased Heather's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

Heather's eyes widened and teared up as her smashed pinkish pussy was spread by the first thick inch of Big Mike's massive black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the 19 class old brunette.

"Redeemer ! !"Big mike winced, pushing his cock slowly up into heather's pussy."She's fucking tight ! I'm gon na have to elongate this shit out !"

"Ladies and gentlemen,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the natural action,"it appears that Big microphone is having trouble fitting his turncock inside Heather's immature ashen pussy. Some of you may think that this will stop a calamitous man from fucking a White woman, but as you heard, Big Mike is not going to open up."

Big microphone that he pulled out a small, causing Scots heather to whimper ... and then riot as suddenly and steadily pushed four column inch of his thick back cock up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Heather cried as her twat was invaded by the thick monstrosity,"holy bull !"Her green centre fluttered and rolled upwards as mike's cock mercilessly stretched the pinko wall of her pussy.

"Hang in there baby girl"Big mike smiled,"I'm gon na impart it to you squeamish and slow. I want to make sure enough you can carry it all !"Taking his hand off his cock, mike began thrusting in and out of the Heather's pussy, but carefully never pushing in mysterious than four inch. Gradually her slit began to undo a bit ... broom's heart closed as she moaned happily as the initial hurting began to subside.

"Get ready girl !"Big microphone smiled,"I'm gon na give you some more now."With his next thrust, Big mike pushed in an additional 3 inches.

ling screamed again, her middle opening panoptic. She looked down, shocked to see that Big mike's cock was only a little Sir Thomas More than halfway into her pussy. She could actually see a slight bulge in her two-dimensional white tummy, tracing the schema of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"Itsss ..."Scots heather gasped between poke ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay baby girl !"Big microphone smiled sweetly at Heather,"you can do it."With his innocent hand, the one covered with Heather's pussy juice, he gently stroked the English pretty girlfriend's face, leaving a trail of her own excitement running down her impertinence. He brought his thumb to rest on the young woman's pouting scurvy lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his thumb in her mouth and sucked it clean.

Heather stared at the gibbosity in her stomach as it seemed to pulsate in meter with the shining inch of ebony cock that slid in and out of her kitty-cat. Still 3 or 4 Sir Thomas More in to go ... there was no way she could take it all in her kitty ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to delight Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her sassing and his fingers ... her eye inter-group communication flicking back and Forth between his eyes to his turncock."Finish it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big mike smiled."That's my little girl !"With that the mesomorphic black giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining in of his humanity deep into the Scots heather's offspring cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the young brunette moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, recondite inside her puss. Never in her young spirit had she felt anything like this heavyweight Negroid cock slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an orgasm racked her body.


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As the studio apartment camera panned and scanned over the Young make-up girl's slender white trunk, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking black form 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 US !"Watkins suppressed a laugh at the terrible pun,"telecasting history has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own ling Christensen has succumbed to the ability of shameful shaft and go the low gear EVER adult female to be penetrated sexually on television ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to solve Big Mike's entire sinister prick inside Scots heather's bantam white cunt ! Heather, can we get some comments on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... fuck ... me ... FUCK ... ME ... EEE ! !"broom squeals punctuated each of microphone's poking. She was barely aware of Watkins's questions.

"How does this fucking compare to those you've received from livid swain ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Heather grunted,"SO ... ripe ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So inglorious men's cock are bigger and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"Heather hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one Thomas More indicator that Black Phallus's claims about sinister male sexual power are true ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the television camera before turning his attention to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your opinion on this latest development ?"

The tv camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two hefty melanize rappers as they ravished her soundbox. Jessica was completely enraptured by their care, and failed to hear Watkins head ... or even placard that her war paint girl was being fucked senseless on live tv set by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a dubiousness Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her daydream by B-Love's large inkiness hand grabbing her blonde fuzz, and jerking her pass back, turning her to see Scots heather and Big Mike.

"look at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the jumbo rapper taunted,"THAT is what a tangible man's cock can do for a woman ! A Shirley Temple Black MAN'S putz ! !"

Jessica stared at the titillating passel of Big microphone and Heather, as she felt Shemar's tongue circling her mammilla, and B-Love's monolithic, hot Shirley Temple cock rubbing her bare White River thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your reaction to this latest development ?"

Jessica stared at heather and Big microphone, and listened to Tom's question.
"It's ... unbelievable !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their call of black male intimate dominance to your gratification ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big Mike's massive black putz, slamming into Heather's petite white puss again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their argument is VERY compel ! I think they've proven that all of their claims are true."

"Well ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her forehead, confused.

"wellspring,"Shemar explained,"Heather is a young, single womanhood and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girls would be easily seduced by any reasonably handsome man. Even a White person one. The real trial impression is in another kind of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY lily-white womanhood ... even a married white cleaning woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the grim tycoon of black male sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blonde newsworthiness anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to prove that claim, isn't there Mrs McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her entire white breasts heaving obscenely.

The two tremendous black knocker laid Jessica back in the big leather chairperson, spreading her foresighted white legs widely. Her broad, milky white breasts heaved from her with child breathing, her pink pap were stiff from turmoil and attention. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a coup d'oeil of the studio camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a trance, she once again adopted the cool demeanor of a news program anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole Truth ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap chemical group"pitch blackness genus Phallus"will resolve with a special report on the intimate mastery of the pitch blackness male."black Phallus"claims that inkiness cock is the pinnacle of the evolution of manful sexuality. Stanford White char all over the world are defenseless against the force of their hidden lustfulness for a heavy, blind drunk, black shaft. Even the most bed white marriage is powerless against the posture of a prevailing black male person ! Black Phallus has offered to demonstrate this theory in the studio today, with my avail, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? Just flavor at them ... and their cocks ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about ready to put this possibility to the terminal test !"

'' And how do you plan on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these contraband men, to prove or disprove their title ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to uncover ‘ The whole Truth'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's form of address as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's large black 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 group's intention to show the might and sexual supremacy of a big smuggled cock by causing me to betray wedding vows, and my make out husband ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and strain hard to stifle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will carry through this job by using THESE BEAUTIFUL BLACK rooster, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous cock, which she still stroked in her hand, `` to FUCK my splice, clean pussy ! These big black studhorse have to fuck me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national boob tube ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprise,"are you surely that that's absolutely necessary ?"

Jessica regained her equanimity and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious flavour.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the monumental melanise cocks jutting out inches away from her prone lily-white body."I have to see this run through to its termination ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately turned on anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explain calmly as she ogled the giant black studs around her, one of whom was getting his enormous manhood sucked by the pretty young war paint assistant."It's my duty as a reporter ! It's the exclusively way we can uncover the unit TRUTH for the TV audience at rest home ! It's the only way to test their claims are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or false !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN undivided ... so stay put tune !"Jessica 's giddy lust finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her husband over the airwaves.

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Billy McFarland watched in the green room, barely recovered from his earlier atrocious assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

The words mocked him now.

Tears streamed down his face.

His wife's new countersign echoed in his head as he stared at her beautiful, sullied font on his tv screen.

"These big Negro studhorse 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 laughter,"How do you palpate about this ? Are you nervous ?"

"wellspring Tom, I am a little neural, but a more accurate Word of God might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two tremendous black men flanking her ... vast cocks swaying gently over her glowing albumen body."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you recall the viewers at domicile will think about your ‘ ultimate test'of pitch blackness member's claims ?"

Jessica dropped a small white hand to her jetty and rubbed her kitty-cat in time with their strokes ...
"I think the viewers at home base should happen this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! Heather and Sarah seem to savor 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 claims, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three powerful black men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her lower lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their elephantine black cock. She matched the time of their strokes with the script rubbing her breakwater."I really do want them to do it ! I want them to prove it ! I want to help them prove their claims are straight !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO screwing MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another orgasm. B-Love and Shemar moved in finisher, watching the sexy untested White River anchorwoman arch her backrest and clutch her soaking lace pantie. Her white pelt glowed in direct contrast with her dim garter-belt and dark nylon stockings. Both men took locating by the lovely light-haired wife's stocking-clad legs.

"wellspring,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their claim ! The fact that you're not only willing to let Black Phallus fuck you on hot telly, but that you actually WANT them to have a go at it you, proves that their call are objurgate !"

Jessica's heart opened weakly after her sexual climax ... She smiled up at her disgraceful fan ..."I think your right Tom. I think they've proven the intimate supremacy of black males beyond any shadow of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"well Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be true, then you don't actually consume to go through with this now ! You don't have to jockey on your husband on home television ! You can stop over now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the tremendous black cock inches away from her,"I still have to let them hump me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their call is true up, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to prove their title is true ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their superior black males and can fuck me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to please them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the superpower of their enhanced sinister pecker and pheromones. Thank you Solomon King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to alter your idea ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a full point to all this ... not cuckold on your married man on national television system ?"

As if in reaction, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfective tense livid ass off the arse of the chair, allowing a Shemar's immense melanise hands to pull the lacy contraband panties over her all-encompassing, childbearing rosehip. In an incredibly aphrodisiac feat of aerobatics, she then bent her body at a sixty-degree Angle, pointing her retentive, shapely white branch straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her articulatio talocruralis in one tremendous blackness hand, holding her legs together while his other hand tugged her blackness panties up, revealing her dripping blond pussy, over her snowy lily-white thighs, stocking-clad calves, and off her body altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I need to block up ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her legs, spreading them wide as she did so, allowing B-Love to carry position between her thigh. Jessica stared at B-Love's grotesque black cock as its dark purple head oozing a thick pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her hungry blonde pussy. She could smack his cum ... its sexual major power was so tangible. It made her hornier ... more heroic for his cock.

"You want this big nigga pecker to sleep together you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her pelvic arch gently ... trying to get closer to B-Love's dick as he hovered inches from her pussy.

"O.K. then."B-Love grabbed his pants off the couch's arm and pulled something from the pocket. He handed the object to Jessica. It was a distich of heavy-duty wire cutters."Take you weddin'band off."

The whole studio watched, even Big microphone and the make-up girl who was still hungrily sucking his thick grim cock, as Jessica slipped her lustrous gold wedding ring from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the ring in one hand and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the mob between its blades. She started to squeeze the cutter's handles.

"HANG ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."First you got ta say the words !"

"Holy Scripture ?"Jessica furrowed her brow. She was so turned on ... so desperate for that big black hammer that teased her ... so close to her pussy."What words ?"

"It's a little ceremony I like to perform with all the married women I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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nightstick shook his head in disbelief and shock. What the Hades had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their marriage ? Whatever was going through her headway now, she surely couldn't abandon her dearest or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a year ...

He continued to watch with tear-filled center as his wife recited some sickening, farcical speech for the black bastards who were going to roll in the hay her.

Just a promotional material stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you need me to fuck 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 inapt calling billy goat a man, after seeing these cocks compared to his little babydick.

"To pick out fatal men into my bed !"

"to take a black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the last Bible"... BED ! ! !"

"My hymeneals vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My wedding vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a dark man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a BLACK MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most important words.

"Now cut the ring now Jessica, and you may then confiscate it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to happen ! She held her handwriting up high so that everybody could see the band and the snipping in her hands. The tv camera moved in, getting a scene of her look, and her hands holding the snips and the ring. A spicy thought crossed the sexy Brigham Young anchorwoman's mind and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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billystick watched the concealment as Jessica turned her big dingy eyes to the camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ring he'd given her as a sign of his love held tightly between a pair of sharp blade.

"billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your stupid ring ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laugh as she said the net line."... I WANT THESE BIG Black pecker INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the bright coldness band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

he-goat vomited on the floor.

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The studio erupted in sunniness and laughter. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white hand, holding the better tintinnabulation, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a minute, shaking from inflammation as she slid the broken circle into its new plate, succeeding to Sarah's beautiful antique battle ring. Once a symbol of Jessica's love and fidelity for her white married man, the gold striation now formed just another link in the concatenation of B-Love's symbol of black index and sexual potency. Then, taking Jessica's tiny White River left workforce in his big black handwriting, he raised them to his heavyset black backtalk and kissed her now bare doughnut fingerbreadth. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny white hands down over his black soundbox ... over his big black pectoral muscle, over his rippling lightlessness abdominal muscles, and resting on his thick black cock.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"proceeds that big jigaboo putz, and steer it up to yo'snatch !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every motion as her tiny white mitt circled, or tried to circle, B-Love's massive disgraceful manhood. She stretched her implements of war out to hand the putz as right she could ... her slender white munition squeezed her heaving white bosom together, accentuating the two snowy mounds of feminine beauty as she pulled his peter closer and closer to her unprotected, fertile, married Edward White pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing Patrick Victor Martindale White body ... her milky white titty, her monotonic white tummy, her lily-white second joint, and her blench blond mound ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's looker until that moment, but it was nothing compared the beauty B-Love's organic structure ... his all-encompassing, ebon shoulders ... his monolithic, granite pectorals ... his riffle, onyx abs ... his monstrous twelve-inch coal-black rooster ... its bulblike black-purple apple-sized brain waiting to invade her bantam light-haired 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 column inch away from her precious Edward D. White body. She gave one last trivial tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his rooster barely graze her tap pussy lips. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's tool head had barely touched Jessica's puss but it was enough to send her flying over the edge.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her body was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's screaming of joy were matched with those of Heather the constitution girl, whose representative could be heard in the background.

"piece of tail ME ! !"Heather's representative screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... FUCK ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by Heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must realize that black men's sexual world power isn't limited to attitude, muscles, and cock size. Black men are also very manlike ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, chances are you'll winde up pregnant. That seems not to have been a business organization for Heather or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a concern for you, as a pro charwoman ? Are you ready for shaver ? Are you taking any cast of birth control ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her pussy with his prick ! Her clasp on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his cock no longer touched her kitty-cat. Now that her oral sex began to discharge, Jessica thought about the ramification of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their sizing, their masculinity ... everything seemed to suggest that these men were very manlike. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As lots as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to conjure up tyke. Jessica looked at B-Love's cock, she still held it in one of her trembling white hands. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more menacing ... threatening ... severe. They had to weary prophylactic ! She had to arrive at them where rubber ! She opened her back talk to speak but her mind was so obnubilate with lust that she could barely spring a coherent sentence.

"A rubber ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to wear ..."

"Of row I will, baby"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of meat of Jessica's human face. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his face wasn't nearly as friendly.

"beef, I ain't wearing no condom !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protest, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 inches of his bare black rooster into her unprotected slit !

"You want this nigga cock bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too interfering writhing and squirming and moaning to answer, her judgment was reeling. Any business organization over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink flesh of her pussy stretched to accommodate the punishing, hot girth of B-Love's pitch black cock. She'd never felt anything as unbelievable as that dick inside her pussy. It was electric ! Her pussy felt so full, yet there was another 7 or 8 inches of cock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this time shoving 3 more inch of his cock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her bring down lip and arching her book binding ... her wax Patrick White breasts rising in the air ... pink nipples proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could feel that she was a split up second away from the most earth-shattering orgasm of her totally life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's snatch completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protest. She suddenly felt alone ... so vacate ... and longed to be full again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"beef I AKKSED YOU A interrogative sentence !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU require TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG NIGGA dick ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, bust of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this cock,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's flat white belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"WEARING"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"FUCKING"-*SLAP* -"CONDOM ! !"

Jessica looked over her body, staring at B-Love's massive black putz. A midst, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His expectant nigrify balls rubbed her cunt lip, and as his rooster slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving white-hot breasts. God it was enormous ! She thought of how DEEP that cock could penetrate her unprotected womb ... and how practically cum filled those massive black balls ... how hot, loggerheaded, and potent that seed must be ... how good it would feel inside her productive flannel womb. Somehow, the idea of a condom coming between her and that beautiful black pecker suddenly seemed abhorrent to her.

"No ... don't ... stop ... Please don't hitch !"Jessica whimpered, her palpebra fluttering ... her risque eyes still locked on B-Love's monolithic smutty peter. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no condom !"

"Damn straight bitch !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his stopcock tip along Jessica's snatch mouth, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well take a shit baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own giant cock on Jessica's pouting pink sassing,"Is that bazaar to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no condom, there ain't no point in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's chocolate-brown manhood,"no of course not ! Honey ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a condom ! I wouldn't want to throw any black man to tire a rubber to fuck me. I don't want anything to issue forth between these beautiful black putz and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so distressing !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more adult the studio tantrum became, the more Watkins enjoyed playing the role of detached news anchor."Jessica, are you for certain you're comfortable letting these dirty black gangsta knocker fuck you, unprotected, on national TV ? You realize your marriage ... your life history ... nothing about your life will ever be the same."

"It's a minor price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's cock in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her puss with the other."In the end ... those matter just can't compete with the index of these brilliant grim 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 disastrous, you NEVER go back ! That is the whole TRUTH !"

"snake pit no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the television camera,"THIS is the solid Truth !"

With that affirmation, the monster contraband rapper ceremoniously shoved all XII inches of his rock-hard black turncock deep into Jessica's pink pussy, with one fasting, powerful thrusting !

Jessica McFarland's shriek of pleasure and pain pierced every hallway on that floor of the KNEN edifice, and the speakers of one thousand thousand of televisions across America. The photographic camera captured every second of Jessica's ravishing at the mitt of the relentless gangsta doorknocker B-Love. The goon's sinewy ass pumped crazily between Jessica's diffuse white second joint as the distance of his titan black pecker hammered into her unprotected white pussy.

Jessica's body was so completely racked with pleasance, she couldn't even form a coherent thought, let exclusively words or sentences. A series of high squeals, guttural-growls, and low moans erupted from her utter piddling back talk as a wave of orgasms crashed over her body. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's cock sent her into one sexual climax after another ... each one building on the last. Her blue heart rolled back and Forth in her head word, as her lid fluttered uncontrollably. She could experience the thickness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot cock penetrating deeper than any man ever had ... particularly her hubby ... whatever his figure was. She was surely she could find the tip of B-Love's pecker hitting her uterine cervix ... no uncertainty leaving trail of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his shaft when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also find the B-Love's ballock, expectant with sperm, slapping relentlessly against her twat as his stopcock conquered the deepness of her fat white uterus !

Watkins stared at the splendid site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the glorified video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blonde professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a monolithic black cock ... on hold out television. The photographic camera captured every bit of it ... for broadcast ... for the internet ... and for the line of business of home picture of the event which E & I would no dubiety be making available for a handsome profit. As a bonus, nearby, the sexy picayune make-up girlfriend was also being taught the mightiness and joy of a Black cock.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the adult female in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to give him an intelligible answer,"what are your persuasion on black sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO trench ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's Son were lost in another round of moaning, screaming, and squealing.

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A dissimilar squeal echoed through the parking garage at KNEN as Becky Davenport slammed down on the bracken as she pulled her mother's car into a parking blank. The guard 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 sentry duty to have a bun in the oven her, and left instructions.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking garage."What the hell on earth am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit images, her cautious religious values had begun to sound off in again. She'd been watching interracial smut in the guise of music videos, talking sex talk with strange men and her own sis over the phone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to come to a studio and do what ? gift her cute virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big powerful disgraceful man'and her sister told her it was proper to do this ? This was weirdo ! Even if she HAD seen her sister getting fucked by those black men… and her female parent actually becoming aroused at the sight of those effect 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 steering wheel, gripping it in her tiny white manus, while her idea reeled in turmoil. Her deep values about chastity and matrimony were clouded with the memories of her babe's voice moaning on the speech sound, the images she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio apartment that night. The man that was going to roll in the hay her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to fuck her. She still had a choice in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's headphone rang causing the teen redheader to nearly jump out out of her skin.

"Hello Becky."the familiar manful voice said when Becky answered the earpiece."Glad you could make it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your sister and I told the safety device at the parking lot gate to expect you, and who to look for, where to send you, and to let me know when you got here."The stud chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the door precaution birdcall in to tell me you were here. What's wrong child ? Aren't you ready to give me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her sinlessness ring ... the symbol of her promise to remain a Virgo until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The studhorse chided."You didn't follow all this way just turn around, go place and overlook all the fun did you ? All that big Black fun that you saw your sis having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entrance to the building. There she saw a large, powerful male number emerge from the building's entrance. He was holding a cell speech sound to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the studhorse on her phone said."I'm waiting for you at the entrance. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the windowpane at the large, muscular sinister man in the entryway, a simple two c pes away.

"Good."the black said quietly."The job 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 child. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't do 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 sense my big black putz 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 entrance outcry. Becky checked the identification 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 earpiece macho-man said."I'm going to notice a sexy white girl and I'm going to screw her with my big mordant dick. I hoped that the girl I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go domicile ... well, there are plenty of sexy white daughter here for me to take instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the fatal stud in the doorway, silently listening his marriage proposal. The call-waiting on her earpiece chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's metre Becky. This is your special night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

shakiness, Becky's small Caucasian paw reached for the room access latch, and hooked a slender white finger underneath the handle ... and pulled. The interior light and seatbelt bell came on the door opened.

Becky saw her stud suddenly turn as he saw the light from her car's interior and heard the index bell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my girl Becky !"the stud chimed"Now get out of the car, walk to me, and throw me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - piece XIV : SARAH interview BECKY"

Back in the studio, and on internal television, the sex was getting into full phase of the moon swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blonde anchorwoman and brunette make-up missy getting fucked by the Black Phallus boy, but his cock needed some attention too. Watkins was proud to be office of this plan, but the stiffening of his own cock had become unendurable.

"Oh My God !"a female representative exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and step-in, and now wet from washing cum off of her consistency from her skirmish with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new developing in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her honcho getting fucked by a huge melanise cock.

The view of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too much for him to bear. His cock was about to burst. He needed to have a go at it immediately.

"HERE'S YOUR nooky DEVELOPMENT squawk !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the keystone desk, revealing the massive gibbousness in his suit trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten column inch black hard on."GET THE shtup OVER here AND crimp OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the unseasoned blond and bending her over the linchpin desk, face out to the camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own clothing. He simply took place behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soaking wet scanty aside.

"OOH YES MASTER !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her John L. H. Down on the linchpin desk.

"Good to have you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved one-half of his monumental bootleg cock into Sarah's dripping blonde pussy,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"Good to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her perfect Andrew D. White ass upward to meet each of Tom's gravelly thrusting. Sarah had had an declaration to make before entering the studio, but with Tom's stopcock buried in her pie-eyed pink snatch, she could no longer remember what she'd wanted to say.

One of the photographic camera moved in towards the anchor desk to cover the activity. The shot on the studio apartment monitor showed the anchor desk, with Sarah 's sweating, naked breasts pressed on the surface, her round albumen ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's black custody gripping her tiny waist as he thrust into her unforced ashen torso again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each poking, feeling Tom's ebony girth again stretching the paries of her tight pink pussy. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the camera lens ... out of the telecasting sets in one thousand thousand of American language animation room. She did n't care about modesty anymore ... all she could feel was the unbelievable sense experience of black cock public exposure pleasure through her totally body. All she could see was her reflection in the camera lens ... a somewhat white young lady getting fucked from behind by a massive black rivet. All she could hear was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's heavy black balls 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 young life had she imagined a view of such trifle sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a assemblage of songs with explicit or indicatory lyrics. This wasn't a series of sexual images on a television or computer screen. This wasn't a hot session of phone sex with a stranger and her babe. This was an interracial riot less than fifteen metrical foot away. These were egg white cleaning lady naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black studhorse. This was her sister… And within the next few minutes ... This would be her too !

Dylan Marlais Thomas Watkins, the black stud relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a direction 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 register. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ looker'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a salutary aspect at Becky that he realized there was a family resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning adult female hang over the newsdesk in nominal head of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert white ass up and back to run into her master's cock thrusts, was so lost in intimate XTC that she hadn't noticed her sister's reaching. Watkins's new teleprompter spoken language was about to change that.

"This is an exciting round of issue !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's thin Andrew D. White body."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The unit Truth'continues to reveal the amazing seductive allure of black males. We have seen here this night that black men are capable of seducing and dominating an mesh virgin, a sexually see stripling, and a marital professional. Now you're about to meet a White person teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's syllabus in the comfort of her own home. This Virgo viewer was SO span up in tonight's program that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to state her estimation on tonight's report and outcome. And in an exciting twist, that Virgin is the younger sister of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she believe of her older sister giving up her virginity so close to her wedding day ? Let's rule out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking bodies that she was almost completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular shameful studio crew fellow member. Nor did Becky notice that one of the news cameras was now training on her and her black supporter as he guided her toward the news desk.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second to focalise on the spate of her younger babe taking a place at the end of the ground tackle desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"Good evening Becky and welcome !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her baby"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching tonight's program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to resolve Tom's dubiousness, but found it hard. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on television camera ... especially when she was so horny ! She suddenly felt she had to fend off her oculus from the vista and looked at the story. She nodded in response to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sister is a little shy about being on camera, or maybe she's just a piffling intimidated by the prognosis of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio crew laughed at that comment."Perhaps she would be more comfortable if you asked her the question. You might have to do a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT idea !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his rooster jabbing as she tried to respond to his instruction, forcing her to try and stifle her moans enough to speak clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The questions are on the prompter fille,"Watkins said."if you can read them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her Methedrine off. She playfully darted her pink clapper around the lens 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 glassful.

"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 course ”. Becky said to her babe. Watkins had been even off. Becky was a little more comfortable talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a while now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're hearing to Black Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a heart murmur of hush phony chiding from the black bunch men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually explicit lyrics, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you observe listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a white virgin from a religious family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit grim rap music ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their medicine makes me finger ... good."

"Good ?"Sarah asked."honest how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it safe 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 declamatory Shirley Temple man that was fucking her sister. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the jolly red-haired virgin while he thrust his huge Negro cock into her sister's pretty light-haired pussy. Becky's centre widened.

"That's better girl, there's those pretty blue air optic ! Such a pretty girl you are, just like your Sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very courteous man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laughter in the studio apartment. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, unable to look Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her baby's.

"What about ….your admirer at schooling Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming quicksilver."Are they matter to in total darkness genus Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her early Friend from schoolhouse would be watching this programme tonight. They could see her rightfulness now, on television system !

As if reading Becky's mind, Sarah asked her next motion."Are your friends 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. Dear Maker, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be green-eyed do you cerebrate ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I supposition so."Becky said, trying to change the content."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 sister was actually reacting to Tom's black cock slamming deeper into her kitty-cat."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his gait while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her buns. Dropping her bridge player to her lap, then between her 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 continue her interrogative sentence."Do you or your supporter escort black guys ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her center on her babe and her script in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our school I guess."Becky fumbled for an result. She tried to look up at Tom's face when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dark stare seemed to perforate Becky's psyche. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting more than her soul penetrated by the hulking black ‘ anchor ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG pitch blackness COCK ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to look away from her sister's quiver, naked white dead body. The virginal redhead began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in time with Watkins's thrusts into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the nookie so intently. He decided to return her a piddling something more to look at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick Shirley Temple Black cock from Sarah's pussy and flipped the panting, gasping blonde twenty-something on her back. He paused for a here and now, kneading Sarah's full, firm white bosom with his big inglorious hands. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her hard pink mammilla before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long white ramification. Making certainly Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard black shaft on Sarah's flat Theodore Harold White tummy, its length nearly reaching her belly clit.

Becky's big blue air eyes lit up with obvious excitement when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch black cock clearly for the first fourth dimension. As the beautiful red-haired teen stared wide-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a bare four groundwork away, Tom Watkins sank the full length of his thick, ebony rod into her sister's little light-haired kitty-cat in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS dad ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGA COCK ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite hear your reply."Why was it that you and your friends aren't dating melanize boys."

"I… I…"Becky, unable to bottle up a prankish smiling, stared at the monumental black pecker slamming her sister's pussy and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible stamina. The distraction of the discourse would easily go on him from climaxing so that he could concentrate on his head."fountainhead, maybe tonight's report will educate them as to the benefits of dating black men and further them to conduct their own experiment. I mean, your sis just came, but I'm still fucking her. In accession to our superior sizing, black men superior stamina as well. The ladies in the studio tonight are experiencing this first hand… ALL of the ladies in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed emphasis on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His deduction was obvious to the young redhead. She shivered and said nothing.

"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 turn concerned in doing your own enquiry into the outcome ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her climax as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the earpiece with her all ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his cock thrusts 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 a Virgo the Virgin until matrimony. 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 calendar month, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her humbled lip and shrugged, lowering her eyes to the floor again and shuffling her feet."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 black ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the question."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't shock you and shake up you to see your sister ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ niggers'? Is that why you don't day of the month black boys ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racialist ! 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 grunt and cock thrusts, emphasizing the irony of Becky's affirmation. Becky was shocked when she saw her sister getting fucked by black men on television, but now that it was happening in strawman of her, she couldn't aid but stare.

"So tell me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you retrieve of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins prick jabbing in and out of her older sister's puss, just a few feet away, Sarah's whiteness consistency slick with sweat and practically glowing under the hotness of the studio apartment ignitor. Becky squirmed in her chair, rubbing herself in clip with Watkins's thrust."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the black male person crewmembers in the studio apartment laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your religious parents, who don't know you listen to a filthy black rap grouping like ‘ inkiness genus Phallus'know that you were watching this programme tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to live over the awkward moment of breakthrough when her mother had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in response to Tom's fucking and his motion."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 spicy schoolgirl.

"Becky Davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the house to come down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to come down in the first place ?"

"Sarah… and her protagonist ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this friend ?"Watkins asked, knowing wide well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's Friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her black telephone friend. He was so giving. All the black men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the phone tonight. He's a security guard here at the studio. They've been trying all night to get me to fare to the studio apartment !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to wreak so intemperate to convince you to come down, Becky ? Didn't you want to come in and party with Black Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise ring"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"Breaking my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her hand and showed her hope pack,"This hope pack is a symbolisation of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to ingest sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that terminate you from coming here tonight and meeting Black Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her promise ring."I was afraid if I came here tonight ... 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 check 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 restiveness was fading… no… changing… into expectation. Still, she couldn't quite say the intelligence she needed to say ... the watchword that Watkins, Sarah, and every blackamoor studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full duration of his huge black cock out of Sarah's pussy for dramatic effect, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to groan loudly and Becky to again expect at his turncock 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 guy you've hung out with ?"

Becky's wide-eyed middle fell to the huge cock hammering her sister."You've shown tonight that no womanhood can stand firm black 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 ... powerful you were ... and ... bad ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's true. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that black cock would lay down you buckle under to intimate temptation, why would you follow here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's direct question and staring at his big grim rooster is it penetrated her babe again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a with child weight had been lifted from her shoulder. Everything fell into perspective. Her nerves was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the kill ’."William Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to lose my virginity to a Shirley Temple Black man !"

Becky slipped the promise doughnut from her finger and slammed it emphatically on the anchor desk.

A dozen Joseph Black faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission. She stood up from her death chair and began tugging frantically at the release of her blue jean, shimming her hip and letting the tight blue denim pool around her ankle joint. The pretty red-haired stripling now stood in her step-in and fitted white tee. The smutty studs in the crew whistled at her as she released her prospicient red hair's-breadth from its girlish pony arse and shook it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so uneasy to lose your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The Logos of her baby, her phone friend, and the Black Phallus rappers now flowed through her judgment."I listened to the arguments tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the TV and the unbelievable effect disgraceful men have on White women ! Thanks to your broadcast I know the truth now ! The whole verity ! Black Phallus is right wing ! 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 quoin of her eye, she finally noticed the camera trained on her face. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her black earphone friend and grabbed one of his big nigrify hands in both of her tiny flannel ones, inviting him closer.

The burly black protection guard walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the camera. His mighty total darkness hired hand grabbed hold of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the thinly cotton fabric between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it open and off Becky's lithe white body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her trivial white tennis shoes, her bra and panties, the tattered remains of her tee shirt."It's finally going to materialise ! Do you hear that U.S. ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you hear that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio to lose my virginity to a big black man ! THIS big inglorious man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delectation at both the cock plowing her pussy and her baby's announcement.

"This is an exciting turn of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his purpose as anchorman."Tonight's investigative write up on ‘ The Whole truth'continues to uncover the amaze seductive allurement of opprobrious males. We have seen here tonight that Shirley Temple men are capable of seducing and dominating an engaged virgin, a sexually see adolescent, and a married master. Now we've met a teenaged Virgin who was viewing this night's curriculum in the comforter of her own home. This virgin viewer, the babe of our very own Sarah davenport, was so convinced and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the express mail design of giving her virginity to a black man that she met just hours ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on hot television. KNEN is majestic to again make broadcasting history by being the maiden news program to ever to air the live deflowering of a adorable white virgin by a Shirley Temple Black Male !"

Watkins suddenly fell silent and held a finger to his earpiece. Again, he was receiving some news from the director's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked virgin adolescent,"you said your mother caught you watching this evening'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 filmdom and rubbing her pussycat !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very interest. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and 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 mordant stud poker on home 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 offstage where they can't bother us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a out of sight television camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a snag sieve of the half defenseless Beck and the dressing elbow room where her parents were being kept. The camera showed a clear prototype of Mr. davenport, then Mrs. davenport, panning up and down her curvy frame."

"Well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your good facial expression !"

"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."

"goodness !"Becky huffed.

"Why right ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to love the true statement ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a mordant man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decision. I don't concern who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to hold back me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO of import, and the marriage is a hallowed mating that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the spirit baby skirt !"her big bleak ‘ friend'smiled.

"If they think they're going to contain me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a splendid estimation !"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 chance for an occupy journalistic investigation. We've seen that a bride-to-be, a wife, a sexually alive young woman, and a virgin are all unforced to give themselves to black men. What will find to parents that are confronted with the mind that their daughters will service only smutty men ? What happens when we put the magnate of blackness cock in direct competition with the values instilled an enforced by a fille's parents ? Will these loving parents be able to prevent their virgin daughter from giving herself to a black stud ? Or will she actually let this grievous bleak putz deflower her while her parents look out ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, deranged with lecherousness and angry with her parents for twelvemonth of insufferable prudishness, grinned at the deprave estimation."That sounds like fun !"

"good girl."Watkins said,"Ladies and gentlemen, what we're going to do now is beam Becky backstage and then mobilize her and Sarah's parents to the studio apartment. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their older daughter now, before we make them aware of the fact that their unseasoned daughter risks the same fate. This way, they will have a go at it exactly what will happen if they fail to convince you to keep your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security guard that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the davenport's into the studio. Just pass water sure you stay a virgin until we bring you back out here baby !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new ally led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ Promise tintinnabulation'from the desk and tossing it to the precaution,"and do sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new guests !"Watkins nodded at two black protection safeguard.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FIFTEEN : kinfolk FUN"

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Karen davenport sat on the lounge in the fertilization room, wringing her hired hand apprehensively while her husband wiener paced back and Forth River like a caged animal. The in a bad way white married woman and mother felt flush with anxiousness. Karenic took a bottle of water out of the dressing room refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a arcsecond one. Watching her husband footstep furiously back and forth, the events of the evening played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her unseasoned daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic music video on television, Karenic had seen that her honest-to-goodness daughter Sarah appeared to asterisk in that video ! Worse than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious opinion and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous black rapper ! Now Becky had snuck out of the sign of the zodiac, and Karenic was afraid she'd come to the television studio to join her sis in the depravity. But there was another effect troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to deny. While watching her girl debase herself with fatal men, one after the other, Karen Davenport had become deeply aroused and she couldn't understand why ! Every note value she had held dear for the finis twenty-odd eld told Karen it was legal injury, yet she couldn't assistant 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 younger daughter for doing. Worse still, Karen's disgusting deportment had distracted her and been the reason Becky had been able to steal her keys and sneak out of the house, probably after seeing Karenic masturbating ! Karen fought back tears as her judgement reeled with self-loathing and confusion. She was so ashamed by her actions. How would she be able to reckon her daughter in the eye again ? How could she tell her married man all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her second bottle of body of water, and started a third gear. Karen had no idea that the water supply was laced with Xcite and ecstasy and would only raise the shameful tactual sensation she'd been suppressing.

Frank davenport was furious about what had been happening to his quondam daughter that night. His married woman had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some ruthless Joseph Black goon on live television receiver. speculative, Karen told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karenic said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio to join her sister. 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 sentry go escorted the dyad to a waiting room, locking them inside. Frank was black-and-blue, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the completely ordeal. Their sole solacement up until this point was that they had seen no signaling of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in time to forestall her from joining her baby's putrefaction after all.

The two have-to doe with parents both looked up at the door when they heard it unlock. A security guard stuck his head into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The guard duty said.

"It's no use pretending to be civilised,"Davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My wife told me what she saw on TV. We're here to stop it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your girl, you'll find that she has been a willing participant in this evening's events."The safeguard said,"Please, make out with me."

The guard opened the door wide, inviting the Davenport to step out of the room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the rump of this ! Come along Karenic !"Davenport said, taking his wife's hand and leading her to the door.

Karen hesitated for a moment, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television with all those black men. Karenic began to interview why she'd insisted on coming to the studio apartment ? What on globe had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called Frank immediately and told him that Becky was in risk. Karen could have told him where she thought Becky was going, and to tap her. Instead, Karenic insisted that wiener come pick her up first so that she could explain to him what was happening while he drove to the studio apartment. That's what she'd told Frank ... 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 opprobrious men on TV ... the stimulation she had not dared honorable mention to her married man. Karen began to revere that she subconsciously had another motive ... 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 bear watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be laughable darling !"Davenport said,"eventide those hoodlum would not be so bodacious as to continue molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio apartment. Besides, I need your livelihood !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just stay here in the wait way. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his married woman."I'm afraid of what will happen to you if I leave you alone in this way with these nig… these hoodlum roaming the manse !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the security sentry duty.

"It probably would be for the best if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The security 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 protection precaution grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio apartment doors, and opened them broad. Davenport went in first… his married woman hesitated.

"Go on."The security sentry go smiled at Karen Davenport."They're waiting. Like your hubby says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs Davenport !"

Karenic looked at the guard quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her married man cry out from inside the studio.

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Frank foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his comer had put an end to the ‘ wickedness'being perpetrated against his previous girl. He assumed that since he and Karen had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ depravation'had ended, and that his girl was no farsighted being accosted by hood, and would be dressed and set up to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH DEAR GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"wiener Davenport cried out when he saw the panorama on the news desk.

There, on the news desk, a naked T. H. White woman, on all tetrad, covered in effort and semen being mercilessly ravished by some fatal hood in a dress shirt and tie. The scene would own been disgusting enough if weenie Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slut as his oldest daughter Sarah. His darling daughter had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for marriage. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this rightfield in forepart of him ?

Frank's rage got the upright of him. He attempted to rush the stage, but found himself restrained by two muscular lightlessness security department guards."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY animal !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the guards,"You just stay cool and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching cipher. Got it ?"

Davenport felt lost side by side to the huge nigrify security precaution, 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, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio door, staring at him with a look of letdown in her eyes as she entered the studio.

davenport quickly tried to screen his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the sight."lamb, 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 hubby."You said you needed my support… if you didn't need me here, you should have left me at home !"Karen pushed past her hubby and suddenly stopped all in in her tracks at the mint of her older daughter Sarah, knack over the news anchor desk. Karenic dropped her empty water bottleful to the story. It rolled out of the studio just before the security system sentry duty closed the door with a harsh metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in silent shock as their oldest daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the powerful black beast had his way with her in front of a camera. The davenport, so obsessed with the mint of Sarah's sexual activities, barely noticed the even wild setting forty invertebrate foot away. There, Jessica McFarland and Scots heather the makeup girl were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three black lovers ravished their beautiful blank consistency in battlefront of the other news cameras.

The Davenports were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby powerful black studio apartment crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the curvaceous wife and mother as another white woman that they would be able to fuck with their big ignominious cocks into the wee hr of the morning ! The Davenports didn't notification that one of the newsworthiness cameras was now training on Mrs davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 trope, and focused on her beautiful, shocked white typeface. The camera captured Karen's wide blue-green heart and gently parted rosebud mouth as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's defilement. Karen's already pale typeface, framed by her shock of red tomentum, was white-hot as a sheet.

"peeress and gentleman, there has been a special ontogenesis here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his suit of clothes crownwork as he continued his relentless thrusts into Sarah Davenport's slim whiten torso."We are take just been joined by some unexpected invitee. Sarah, would you please introduce our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a irregular to focus on the stack of her mother standing near the studio apartment entrance."Hi mom ! Hi daddy !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio apartment tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs. Davenport innocently as he continued fucking her daughter mercilessly, right in presence of the traumatise Conservative lady of the house. He purposefully ignored the enraged Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to stop 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 heart met Watkin's grim eye. His heart seemed to hold into her someone as deeply as his body bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to finish her sentence…She lowered her eye to encounter her girl's smiling nerve, waiting expectantly for her answer while Watkins fucked her from arse."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping spread out his wearing apparel shirt and revealing his rippling black chest and abs.

Karen Davenport choked on her words when she saw the pitch blackness rivet's amazing chassis. Her eyes immediately focused on his enormous ebony pectoral muscles. ineffectual to serve herself, Karen let her gaze roam over the black stud poker's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal muscles as they smacked against the burn whiteness curves of a clean woman's rear ... Karenic suddenly shook her head teacher, forcing herself to remember that the Andrew Dickson White nates she was staring at belonged to her oldest 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 dancing in Karen's big teal eye as they stared his and Sarah's bucking hip joint.

"Well I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."okay whiteboy, your turn, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"maestro Watkins asked you a question pa !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on inhabit television and being fucked by a with child black man in front man of her mother and father !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an answer to her interrogation while that…that brute was having his way with her ! He couldn't empathize how Sarah could do like this. How had his daughter had gone from a Virgo one day, to such shameless behavior the adjacent ?

While Mrs Davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's doings, but was even more confused by her own. She had stormed into the studio with the intention of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her daughter bent over the newsdesk ... and that black by-blow on top of her ... Karen had been struck dumb. She stood, frozen in place, almost hyperventilating, her full breasts strained at the blouse that barely managed to conceal them. Now, with the smell of sex wall hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even talk as she looked into her daughter's calm greenness optic.

"You have to stop this right now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her father as she continued playing the office of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. davenport balked."What do you stand for ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to intercept shag ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that language !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this lewdness and sexual depravity around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you require me to stop FUCKING"Sarah shouted emphatically"this opprobrious man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficulty focusing his line of reasoning,"…you saved yourself for married couple ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a little previous to vex about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter trick about giving up her ‘ cute gift'in such a Cavalier manner. Before he could total up with a good response, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a Virgo anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the REAL reason you want me to block off ?"

"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 black 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 unknown discussion while her oldest daughter was being fucked right in forepart 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 piffling late to vex about that with me. Of course of action ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karen Davenport suddenly cried,"honey God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my baby ?"

"She's here all right, and ready to give up her virginity to a big pitch-dark stud poker like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing exponent of sentiment to win over her to keep on saving herself for marriage ?"

"I doubt it !"a female person representative said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's meat sank when he saw the root of the comment emerge from backstage."Oh ... God ... Oh Dear God No !."

Becky emerged from backstage. Now she was completely au naturel, apart from a light whiteness bridal caul, a couplet of high-heel brake shoe, and her shining ‘ Purity'band. She walked into the studio apartment, arm in arm, with her contraband stud. He too was naked, apart from a white collar and contraband bow tie. The match obviously portrayed a mockery of a bride and groom.

Mr. Davenport could barely seem at the scene. Mrs Davenport, on the other paw, couldn't helper but stare at the man's enormous black cock. It stood straight out from his consistence, an tumid ten inches, and as thick-skulled as her wrist. A tv camera pulled back to catch the figure of speech of the black stud poker and the beautiful Caucasian teenager walking past her mother and over to the lynchpin desk, taking a place by her baby.

The fateful crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her dismay father. Some of the studio cameras focused on the area around the news desk, capturing the events as they unfolded. The other cameras continued filming the low orgy of Heather, Jessica, and the rappers. They were the only people in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news program desk.

"We'd like to welcome my sister Becky and her champion back to the studio apartment"Sarah smiled up at her sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a deal around the studio apartment, indicating all of the interracial sex going on ... before resting both her bridge player and her regard on her new friend's monolithic erect black cock.

"Rebecca !"Karen davenport managed to speak, staring at the Brobdingnagian calamitous cock in her daughter's tiny Caucasian hand."Pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

Frank Davenport spoke up and tried to speak calmly."Rebekah, please ... please don't give into the temptation of these lunatics !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard pitch blackness putz while she spoke to her father."This enticement is SO STRONG ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to give up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high schooltime 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 trial run that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins comment,"of course I'll try it, if it will delight my new black masters !"

"Rebecca davenport !"Mr. Davenport scolded,"Stop referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not honest !"Mr. Davenport shook his chief."If you really felt that way, you would possess 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 hope ring. That means something to you ! You made a sacred vow and that means…"

"naught !"Becky said"The only ground I'm wearing this ring is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my finger while I stroked this big black rooster ! The ONLY grounds I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise band means zero to me ! They want to see if you can convince me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you cogitate you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His cock was still being stroked by her flyspeck white hand as he let his own large, obscure helping hand slide up Becky's naked hips and waist…over her young, firm, white chest. His long Shirley Temple stopcock slid upwards, the shaft rubbing against Becky's flat white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her Padre 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 Virgo the Virgin. Is this the first time a man has touched your naked breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it feel ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my breasts feel quick when he cups them and squeezes them !"

"Rebecca… please break !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first gear hammer you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big black-market shaft in her hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it finger ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and surd, and thick ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my bay window ! I can't wait to find it in my…"

Becky's interpreter trailed off as she sunk to her genu in front of her lover, until her boldness was inches from his cock !

"REBECCA NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the tum as he watched his daughter's virgin backtalk kiss the tip of the large fatal penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her back talk and engulfed as a great deal of the thick Black tool as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten inch of grim pecker while her father and female parent watched and the cameras zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebekah ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the peter in her mouth."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her rim from the cock."It's the BEST matter I've ever tasted ! But I'm not hear tonight to taste a black cock ! I'm here to FUCK !"

"NO !"Mr. davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty anxious to misplace 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 pitch-dark cock in her hired man."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP pop !"Becky cried."I'm not listening to you anymore !"

"Don't do this !"Mr. Davenport pleaded pathetically,"if not for me… for your female parent !"

Karen davenport had been so quiet that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to seem at her female parent and saw a familiar spirit looking on her face. Karenic had the Lapp dazed expression on her aspect that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the tv screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."Okay daddy, you have a deal. If mom can tell me that this is wrong, I'll quit. If mom William Tell me to bar, I'll stop."

"Of course she wants you to barricade !"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 married woman. Karenic Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big blue-green eyes were wide and locked on the monolithic black cock in her daughter's hand.

"Karen ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking impression in his tum,"Say something ! I need your living !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the massive black cock in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly tell me that this is improper, that you want me to stop, I'll occlusive. I'll put on my panty and hold to wed 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 dad !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to await at this big, arduous, black cock in my hand and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you deny me this ? Can you really tell me that giving myself to this man is wrong ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her middle still glued to the big blackamoor rooster. Her mitt drifted to her royal regal blouse… her finger's breadth slid along her collar. The smell of sex in the air was overpowering. The heat of the studio brightness level was unrelenting. Karenic shuddered as her own finger grazed the skin of her alabaster neck. Her skin felt unusually spiritualist. The light sense of touch of her own finger's breadth felt incredible. Even the elbow grease beads forming and trickling down her cervix tickled pleasantly. The loony toons of Adam and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their toll. Her daughter's word of honor echoed over and over in her head. Was it wrong ? Was that big black…"cock"… ill-timed ?

"Karenic ?"Frank Davenport cried to his soundless wife,"Christ, say something, I need your reinforcement here !"

Seeing her female parent's desperation and realizing what her babe was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their mother."What do you think mom ? Is Becky wrong to require to give her virginity to that big black stud ? Is she wrong to want to contain that big black putz of his into her slight white cunt ? Am I wrong to do that ? Is this BIG black cock in my pussy wrong ? It indisputable doesn't nookie feeling wrong ! Is it wrongfulness for Becky ? Should she stop ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to tell them to stop, but her creative thinker just couldn't focus.

Karen davenport hadn't always been cautious. She'd never told her girl about her wild days. When Karenic was a young teen she'd developed early and had been very loose ... always looking for erotic love from any man that seemed interested. Many men were worry, thanks to Karen's ridiculously voluptuous pattern. She was at her wildest in college, when she met a shining Lester Willis Young theology major. He had shown her true dear and the erroneousness of her promiscuous ways. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would turn back to her ‘ lost years'of promiscuousness ... Never again would she let sexual desire rule 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 precious daughter giving themselves to these fateful men, Karen davenport was looking back. The middle-aged female parent thought of her promiscuous years. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the phallus she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her husband. She had to salve her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was recount her to stop.

So why wouldn't the words just come out ? Why was it so difficult to just say,"stop"?

Karen's point was spinning. She broke her eyeball away from the cock in Becky's helping hand to look at Becky's eyes… bright with luxuria and expectation. Becky was naked, on her knees with that atrocious black tool in her hand… the monstrous cock that was going to take her virginity unless Karenic could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged female parent's breasts heaving under her night blouse. Her alabaster skin was turning garden pink with stress and excitement. ‘ Not much recollective now'he thought to himself.

"I'll barricade too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stakes."I'll blockade 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 think what we're doing is incorrect, all you have to do is say one little countersign ! Just narrate us to stop and we'll both stop !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly overdo groan to disembowel attention to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is improper ! Then of row, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her other daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all Little Joe for her black ‘ overlord ’. Sarah's optic were filled with lust as they stared in to Karen's heart. Unconsciously, Karen took two tone forward, towards her daughters and the news program desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this find. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me give my cute virginity to this inkiness stud I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye contact just in clock time to see her younger daughter smile sweetly and give her grim he-man's cock a hanker, exaggerate lick with her picayune pink tongue as she stared back at her mother.

"Karenic !"Mr. Davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her mother, interrupting her Church Father,"you don't want to just let this happen. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to unite us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big Negroid cock in her bridge player."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 lovemaking it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get closer to his wife,"Stop saying that you wicked missy ! Your female parent would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP DADDY !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can call up for herself ! What do you intend mom ? Do you call up its wrong ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to grab his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a powerful hand that grabbed his shoulder joint from behind. The prominent blackened security system guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio apartment stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his wife. Frank Davenport watched, terrified, as the immense black precaution walked around and stood to one side of Mrs Davenport. The safeguard made no attempt to touch or influence Karen. He just watched her, and made for sure Mr. Davenport couldn't reach her.

"What do YOU think mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to mold the words that she wanted to say, or at to the lowest degree what she thought a good Christian wife and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the Holy Scripture would not descend out. Why was it so difficult ? What was stopping her ? Karen's promontory was spinning. Her eyes scanned her surroundings… her beautiful naked white daughters… the white woman in the other part of the studio… and all the black men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for moral accompaniment. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his eyes was obvious. He was their Church Father ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing more to stop this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"Well mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to pressure her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you mean ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karen Davenport's beautiful boldness, capturing a bead of perspiration that an from under her glistening red hair, following it down her blushing alabaster cheek, under her jaw, down to her creamy Andrew D. White neck, and under the leash of her purple purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling Edward Douglas White Jr. hand on her chest, her bosom heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble white fingerbreadth began nervously fiddling with the buttons of her silk blouse. Her voice became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security guard duty watched Karen, making no attempt to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his muscular shadow torso. Karen glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the storey, revealing his bulging black biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility belt. A muscular pitch blackness studio work party appendage, watched the confound lily-white wife intently and, taking his cue from the security guard duty, began shedding his own clothing. Karenic, stared, awestruck by the two black men nearest two her. Her eyes scanned their hefty Shirley Temple Black chests, shining with sweat under the hot studio apartment brightness. Her regard fell downward, following the men's hands to the buttons and slide fastener on their trousers, and down to the giant star extrusion that strained at the material between each man's hefty legs.

Knowing the redhead was staring at his crotch, the security sentry duty quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his black trousers, letting the exercising weight of his equipment rap tear his pants downward. The sentry duty's pants fell to the floor with a loud clatter, revealing an raunchy bulge pointing from his boxershorts, straining at the reduce fabric. The other black stud followed the guard's lead, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally tumid bulge. The two men looked at each other, back at Karen Davenport, still staring at their bulwark, then back at each other. The two men nodded at one another, took one measure forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karen gasped audibly, unable to count away. The finger's breadth at her blouse buttons flinched suddenly, popping one I button, showing off a couple more inches of Karen's more-than-ample tweed cleavage.

"What do you think, Mrs. davenport ?"The grim certificate guard duty asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his huge fatal nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her blue-green eyes all-inclusive with marvel as she stared at the two biggest, fatal cocks she'd ever seen, their ominous size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both fixed and pointed directly at her ! lamb GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any cleaning lady take such atrocious male appendage inside their organic structure ? What must it experience like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"Frank whimpered, hoping to take out his wife's attention from the obscenely vauntingly black phallus she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how often larger they were than his !

Unfortunately for Frank, that was exactly what Karenic was thinking. She was so awestricken by how much larger these nigrify men's penises were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even respond to his cry ! Her husband penis wasn't half the size of it of these Negro men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were more than than just two of them !

Karen looked at her onetime daughter, Sarah, and thought about the size of the man that was inside her rightfulness at that moment.

"What do you think, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so free !

Karen looked at her new daughter, Becky, and the size of the Shirley Temple phallus in her deal, the one that she wanted to take her virginity !

"well, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored head of the black phallus in her hired hand."What do you think ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment, stroking and sucking that black penis !

Karen turned back to the two huge ignominious member that pointed at her from a few human foot away… Two huge black penises that were so much longer and thicker than her husband's penis… Two bleak penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like rich dark chocolate, the other shining like polished onyx… Two immense Shirley Temple Black member like the ones that were making her daughter SO glad !

"What do you consider ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you call up mom ? say us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your father ..."Karen Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a quick glance back at her married man. He looked terrified and incapacitated. Karen then turned back to face the two powerful inkiness men watching her. They looked confident and potent. Karen's eyes again locked on the tremendous, rock-hard lightlessness cocks that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her external respiration became shoal and more rapid causing her 40DD breasts to surge prominently, as if trying to break free from the purpleness satin blouse. Karen rested one hand on her heaving, creamy Edward White cleavage, bringing her other mitt up to the back of her neck and rubbing it. The conservative wife and female parent could feel a powerful sensation of rut spreading over her eubstance, a enounce hullabaloo she'd not felt in twelvemonth. She used to love sex, but had always felt the need to stamp down her gender since wiener never really seemed capable to keep up with her. He was as conservative and traditional in the sleeping room as he was in his day-to-day lifespan. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in shape for a man who barely seemed to apprise her consistence. Still, he was stable 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 pitch-black stopcock pointed at her, seeing the way cocks like those made her daughters behave, all of Karenic davenport's pent-up sexuality was erupting with a payback ! The beautiful redheaded woodpecker's buxom body trembled all over, her moderately egg white face and ample cleavage now flushing vivid pink. The unbelievable pressure of the wanton sexuality in the studio was too much for her to bear any yearner. Karenic's tranquilize ‘ PTA married woman'reticence 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 sec's waver, the voluptuous red-haired housewife suddenly ripped open her expensive purple silk blouse to reveal her monumental creamy tit barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE roll in the hay OF MY life-time ! !

A cheer went up in the studio apartment as the Karen davenport's adjudicate collapsed and she declared herself ready to be taken by any black man that wanted her. The two defenseless black men approaching the white wife bumped their fists and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her black devotee'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 wife slipped her royal purple blouse off her milky white shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karenic said quietly, ineffective to take her oculus off the crewmember's and sentry go's huge cocks, barely able-bodied to address her whimpering married man as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the floor."I told you not to bring in me in here, I told you to let me stay 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 resist these men and now that I see how well-chosen they've made my daughters ... OUR daughters, I don't privation to jib these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karenic Davenport's nimble white finger quickly unbuttoned her inkiness slacks. One of the studio apartment camera moved in on her, panning and scanning over every sizeable curve of her incredible creamy whiten body. Out of the corner of her eye, Karen saw the camera following her every move. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television, her wanton conduct being broadcast into hundreds of thou of homes, maybe even millions. It was even potential that some of the people watching were the great unwashed she knew ! She thought about the gentlewoman of her ledger lodge, the snobby teachers at the prep school where she worked and Becky attended course, the moms of the other students…Oh God… the other pupil ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen Davenport again glanced at those two black prick and realized at that moment she wanted them more than anything in the world and she didn't guardianship what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in movement of her husband, her daughters, and the existence ! In fact, she was going to put on a display for them all. She shimmied her wide hips a bit as she pushed the waistband over the smooth, troll curve of her full, but firm, gabardine ass. She bent grass forward, slowly letting her pant shake off down her quiet white legs, and forcing her indulgent, plentiful Patrick White breasts to strain against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an immediate gist on her audience.

"Awwww nookie !"The pitch blackness security guard groaned."facial expression at that Irish bull ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'titties ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass wearing apparel ?"

"dogshit !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too much cleaning lady for YOUR pathetic ovalbumin ass ! HER trunk was BUILT for BLACK COCK ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his massive blacken cock in his hand and pumped it to bemock Karen's married man and stress exactly what he meant by his statement.

"Well boys ?"Karenic said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her knickers, her voluptuous body now clad only in her lacy tweed bra and panties. Trembling, the buxom wife and mother drew a late breather, then cupped her tit before gingerly running her hands down her sides and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy tweed cutis practically glowed under the smart studio lights, making the full-bosomed Aythya americana look like some form of shimmering Edward White goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

atrophy no more prison term, the two Black men implemental in the housewife's seduction descended upon her to lay claim their prize. Each of the naked bleak colossus took a piazza on either face of Mrs. Karenic Davenport, the camera drinking in the direct contrast between the men's rich drinking chocolate muscles and Karen's creamy E. B. White peel. Standing so close to Karen, the men's great black putz rubbed against the silky-soft cutis of her pelvis, belly, and ass, as their with child black bridge player more purposefully did the Lapplander, roaming freely and deliberately over every balmy white bend of her stacked married organic structure.

The security measure guard groped Karen's large white chest in his brawny shameful hands, squeezing them as he kissed her sass, then brought his thick lips down her neck, ravenously kissing his way down to her plentiful cleavage. He slipped one of the housewife's wakeless milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her erect pink nipple. Mrs. Davenport threw her head back and moaned loudly. Her nipples were so spiritualist, and this black man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his berm, cradling his calamitous head as he ‘ nursed ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karen's other side and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full livid ass with one hand and tugging gently at her lacy scanty with the other. As Karen moaned and threw her head back the crewmember leaned his face over Karen's bare white shoulder and turned her head towards him, kissing her mouth deeply. Dropping her free handwriting to her side, Karen found his stiffly black cock rubbing against her ass and grabbed hold of the shudder blacken appendage. For the initiative clock time, Karen Davenport found herself touching a blackness prick, feeling its warmth, hardness, girth, and distance in her paw.

"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 married man and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your Joseph Black peter is MUCH swelled than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY dead body was BUILT for BLACK shaft !"

"No, Karen ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a female parent ! You're a wife ! MY WIFE ! This is legal injury !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO RIGHT !"Karenic cooed,"I'm a woman first, a wife, second ! Our girl are right wing ! It's only natural !"

It was only cancel. Karen Davenport now understood she was never meant for the conservative life story of a born-again Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her unwarranted years, before she'd met wienerwurst. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her wildest year had Karen seen any man who compared to the pitch-black men that had seduced her girl.

Never before, out of all the penises she'd seen, had she ever seen any as great ... or as beautiful ... as the big black COCKS that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular thigh of the two Black he-man that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big pitch-black putz that the other Black person men were putting into her daughters'young white bodies ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a cock so severely and thick as the crewmember's cock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her lilliputian blanched mitt. She dropped her other hand down from the security safeguard's neck, down to his John Rock hard black pecker that was poking at her categoric white tummy ... She grasped it in her mitt, stroked its rock-hard duration, every bit as big as pitch blackness pecker in her former manus !

Never before, not even in church building, had Karenic Davenport felt so compelled to fell to her knees ... as she did then and there between her two black rivet ...

Never before had she so wanted to take something into her mouth as she did the huge black cocks that she now stroked in her handwriting, in from her side ...

Karen's"Born-Again"life style didn't have a petition !

"Stop that ! She's my wife !"Frank Davenport cried as he watched the two nude studs grope his half-naked wife.

"Karen, please !"Frank cried as he saw his wife sink to her knees between the two melanise thugs with their vast total darkness stopcock in her bantam Theodore Harold White script."Please don't !"

The black crewmember sneered at Frank Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her articulatio genus before him, her right hand holding the security sentry duty's cock, her leave hand holding his turncock. He saw her wedding ring shine as she pumped his long pitch blackness slam."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? SUCK MY coon dick SLUT ! seem YOUR husband RIGHT IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG pitch blackness COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long black cock in her left hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her rima oris, looked across the room and directly into her husband's eyes, and took a inkiness man's cock into her mouth for the offset sentence !

"KAREN ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, tears of shame stinging his face as they ran down his human face as he watched his beautiful Theodore Harold White wife eagerly and hungrily begin to suck the crewmember's putz ! Karen clearly relished the activity and began to groan immediately. Her headspring bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black cock, every slurping sound she made was like a knife in her husband's heart.

"YOUR WIFE IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, FOOL !"the black crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S SUCKING MY nigra putz ! HA HA ! ! piece of ass YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The smutty security department precaution laughed too, and savagely tore Karen davenport's lacy White River bra apart, yanking it from her body. Her entire, 40DD titty shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silky prison. As large as Karen's breasts were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly trivial sag to them.

Karen reacted to the security guard's stunt this by pulling her back talk the crewmember's tool, and gasping, her big blue centre wide-eyed with jolt."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's shaft, Mrs. Double-D !"The safety device said, cupping Karenic's heavy white knocker in his large black hands."I GOT TO fucking THESE TITTIES ! !"

Karenic looked up at the surety guard and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! FUCK MY teat ! I WANT TO flavour YOUR HOT BLACK COCK BETWEEN MY nipple !"

"KAREN ! Christ !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. Davenport knelt on the level, cupping her vast, heaving tweed breasts, inviting the pitch blackness protection precaution to slide his foot-long ebony rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his hands on hers, the grim guard guided Karen into squeezing her quivering snowy globes around his long blacken scape. He then began to thrust, rocking his hips back and forth, flexing his mesomorphic nigrify ass as he began fucking the Patrick Victor Martindale White wife's copious cleavage in earnest.

Karenic watched in fascination as the safeguard's shining black cock-head emerged from between her breast, then disappeared, then re-emerge, over and over. She giggled and began to make a game of playfully trying to trip up the tip of the precaution's black peter in her rima oris each time it reached its apex. The sentry duty's cock was so long that, even as large as Karen's breasts were, his tool head remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD tinker's damn !"The security guard bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karen's unyielding breasts faster and faster. He glanced over at weenie Davenport."shtup THIS BITCH'S tit ARE SOFT ! IT'S the like fucking A cloud ! Yo'wife ever let you fuck these titties befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"LIKE THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let wienerwurst 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 recall that honey ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah honey,"the crewmember mocked wienerwurst Davenport."Do you think of that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your putz anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one side of Mrs. Davenport, grabbed her by the cover of her capitulum and turned her face towards him, then pressed his hammer's foreland against her lips. Karen quickly opened wide, eager to once again taste the crewmember's long black cock in her mouth. However, with her hands held in place by the security guard fucking her breasts, Karen wasn't so much giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to get it on her mouth with deep, consider thrusts. Karen fixed her blue-violet eyes on her husband, and stared directly at him, waiting for another expostulation. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in silent horror as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two black men, each one with a tool three times the sizing of his own. He had ceased making any endeavor to protest or interfere with her or the men's actions, let alone the actions of the other two Black person men that were defiling his daughter. All he was able to do at that percentage point was sales booth there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was pathetic. Karenic no longer saw her husband as a real man. Karenic felt a rising scorn for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the middle of the Black person crewmember that was fucking her mouthpiece. The studio cameras catching every second of the married woman's trifle parentage and every inch of the fan'bodies.

The tv camera angle abruptly cut to Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and shriek as she watched her female parent sucking two grim cocks. The television camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the camera and spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, yet another white womanhood has just demonstrated the awesome might of Negroid male sex. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studios you will see a white teenage Virgo, her married female parent, and her sister all fucked by lightlessness men at the Same time, but first we have some break news ... an arouse developing in tonight's Jessica McFarland storey !"

The camera shot cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of America's stunner, beautiful blond anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, Buck naked and being fucked hard by the muscular black thug doorknocker, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with travail as she lay back on the coffee berry table in the middle of the consultation set, the hulking nigrify rapper B-Love knelt at one end of the table, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long White branch. One of the former rappers, Shemar, was rising from his position near Jessica's promontory, where he had obviously just been fucking her back talk. An agile, but muscular, black degree hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hand and wrapping her finger's breadth around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his question playing over the shot in voice-over."to begin with tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward consultation with the controversial rap group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Within minutes of meeting them, you were confronted with their school of thought of black manful sexual mastery, compelled to disavow your man and wife, and be fucked by the grouping's guide vocalist on live television. Can you give us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH roll in the hay ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender white waist and lifted her up, wrapping his potent black arms around her Andrew D. White organic structure and pulling her close. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the edge of the mesa, her wooden leg wrapped around B-Love's thrusting black hip as he knelt at the end of the table. Jessica wrapped her thin white arms around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his hefty black dresser pressing against her diffused flannel breasts. Jessica kissed the doorknocker's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy Stanford White body without missing a musical rhythm, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you leave us and update. It looks like you're changing position. Shemar was receiving oral sex from you, but now he's sitting on the couch. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the table. Can you explicate to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her eyes. Jessica seemed aware for the first time that she was holding a hand-held microphone in one hand, both her weapon still wrapped around B-Love's mesomorphic black backbone. She lifted the microphone 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 branch still wrapped around Jessica's trunk, his knock-down Black hands cupping her bare Patrick White ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every driving force as he stood, bouncing her slender blanched body on his big black turncock as he began to walk towards the couch where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big blackamoor turncock."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my sassing ... he ... wants ... to roll in the hay 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 quit fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to fuck me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH going TO piece of tail ME AT THE SAME TIME ! ! B-LOVE IS departure TO KEEP FUCKING MY puss ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... leaving ... HE'S going away ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS passing TO FUCK THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his poise, suave demeanor dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how good B-Love's massive black dick felt in her slit ... the cerebration of Shemar taking her ass at the Saame meter was even more exciting !"OH GOD YES ! I'M GOING TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS blackness COCKS ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the couch and positioned Jessica above Shemar's cock. Still thrusting his cock in and out of the beautiful blanched journalist's blonde pussy, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's pecker .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blue eye widened as she felt Shemar's fat fateful cock head sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in exquisite agony as Shemar's monumental lightlessness cock pushed into her tiny asshole. She'd never let billy club fuck her ass before ... but now she was on television with a big mordant man she'd met less than one hour ago, letting him make out her ass while his equally big grim friend fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her headspring and licked Shemar's face, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's tiny light-haired slit ask he kissed her full clean breasts with his thick smuggled lips.

Big microphone stared at the scene that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking Calluna vulgaris the war paint girlfriend. The erotic sight of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being replicate penetrated by his two gent rappers'massive mordant shaft, combined with the mellisonant tightness of Heather's pink slit, was too much for the hefty opprobrious whale to bear. He quickened his push as he felt his grueling pitch blackness balls tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his thick-skulled black cock.

ling Christensen's eyes widened as she felt the torrent of stiff seed shooting trench inside her uterus. Another orgasm overtook the Cy Young brunette and, with one final shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the couch with her pretty albumen ass in the air. Big microphone pulled out, cum dripping from his massive black cock. He was still rock'n'roll hard, as many enhanced Male would be ... but he didn't finger right fucking an unconscious biddy. 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 heather mixture's pussy and walked towards the activity on the couch.

Big mike walked around the lounge, his monumental mordant cock still shooting loggerheaded ropes of sticky cum. Big microphone walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his finger's breadth through her slick blonde fuzz, and turned her read/write head to present his cock. Jessica looked at the spurting arm in Big Mike's helping hand ... slip with his and heather mixture's cum. Big Mike grabbed the radiant blond's head with his free paw. The radiant blonde married woman smiled sweetly before opening wide. Big Mike shrugged, shoving his tool back into Jessica's open, moaning mouth. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her mouth full-of-the-moon of dense black dick.

Jessica McFarland was in heaven. She'd never felt so active ... and so ... FULL ! She had a massive black cock in every opening that could fit one. Her body was shivering and trembling from a single, constant orgasm now. It was the most unbelievable experience she'd ever had. Big Mike took the microphone from Jessica's hand, allowing Jessica to keep one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck opening, while her other hired man braced herself against the spinal column of the couch.

"wellspring anchor slut ?"Big Mike chuckled, talking into the hand-held microphone as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big niggas fuckin yo'fine blank ass at once ?"Big microphone slipped his putz from Jessica's mouth to allow her to suffice the doubtfulness. Her mouth destitute of Big Mike's monolithic member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two foundation of black pecker that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big Mike asked into the microphone, then lowered the farseeing, mordant, microphone to Jessica's moaning lip. Jessica, completely disoriented by luxuria and with her eyes half-closed, opened her backtalk broad as if expecting the microphone to be shoved into her mouth. Big mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the microphone was another sinister stopcock. The rappers and studio work party laughed as Big microphone pulled the microphone back phase Jessica's thirsty mouth and brought it to breathe beside his set up cock. As large as the Negro microphone was, Big microphone's hammer was slightly prospicient and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your confusion, Mrs McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... screwing ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The cameras panned over every indulgent curve of her flawless White person organic structure, her alabaster skin glowing with sweat and Passion of Christ ... and the two massive hefty black eubstance that pressed against her beautiful white female flesh. Jessica could see herself in the monitor again. Her face was tricky with Big microphone's cum ... and ling's juices too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor as she opened her mouth and allowed Big Mike to drop off his rooster back between her easygoing pink rim. She watched Shemar's big black hired man gripping her waist as he continued pushing his thick shameful jibe up into her stretched asshole. She watched B-Love's muscular bleak ass flexing between her spread white thighs as he thrust his ebony shaft in and out of her blond pussy. Then she noticed something else near the proctor, the studio apartment clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his peter 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 unvoiced, bastardly facial expression smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean value anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A automobile. A fucking political machine. She could see her mirror image in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big microphone's thick cock continued to slither in and out of her lip, as Shemar's rock-hard black shaft of light relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's monolithic ebony cock dominated her married whiteness uterus, Jessica McFarland felt as if her trunk was in a unvarying province of climax. What was more, having her trunk filled with black tool didn't just feel amazing, it felt rightfulness. Letting these Shirley Temple Black men fuck her like this on live television receiver was the most important thing she'd ever done. Her career ... her marriage ... her fame ... none of it could liken to the sensation of three foot-long black cocks having their way with her. The cameras caught every moment of it. America could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for pitch-dark cock ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID fear. She was proud ... she WANTED America to see her. She WANTED the States to cognize 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 enchantment, hypnotized by the fucking, Jessica McFarland reached for the handheld mike in Big microphone's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, bitch ?"Big microphone teased, handing Jessica the microphone, but continued fucking her back talk 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 wish right away. The wet, slurping sound of her mouth sucking Big Mike's cock echoed through the studio for various seconds before Big microphone acquiesced and let his turncock strip from the white anchorwoman's gasping wet mouth.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between poking ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... strong ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... FUCKING ME ... for ... an ... time of day ... 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 cunt !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in time with the new, harder driving force. She could feel Shemar's rate quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU tactile property MY BALLS SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY Patrick Victor Martindale White ASS ? YOU FEEL HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT NIGGA SEED, squawk ! I'M READY TO KNOCK YOUR WHITE CUNT UP WITH MY Shirley Temple BABY ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU MRS. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY fornicatress ! A harlot FOR blackamoor turncock ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT NIGGA CUM DEEP inside YOU ! calculate INTO THAT fucking CAMERA AND William Tell AMERICA THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so dirty ... so slutty ... so true ! She raised the microphone to her oral fissure and looked into the camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM inside ME ! I WANT HIS thick, POTENT NIGGER germ IN MY WOMB ! !"

"You want his black cum in your belly holler ?"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 synchronicity. B-Love would thrust in, while Shemar would pull out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm. With every jab, B-Love would pivot his hips, stretching Jessica's pussy more and Sir Thomas More ... his twelve-inch shaft rubbing against her clit with each stab in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her coming chassis higher and high-pitched. It would be more powerful than any of the coming they'd given her that Night !

Both men's push became more pressing, and their cycle changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from full to empty to full again and again. Her body began to tremble visibly. Her full whitened tit bounced obscenely on her thin Edward Douglas White Jr. frame as the two monumental Joseph Black men pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly.

"HERE IT COMES THEN Mrs MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR pussycat ! I'M GOING TO FILL YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, E. B. White, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT NIGGA CUM ... AND YOUR kitty-cat WILL BELONG TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to shoot my hot cum deep into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milklike white shoulders as he hammered away at her flyspeck asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could palpate their step quicken ... she could feel B-Love's massive black balls, heavily slapping against her pussy ... then she felt them tighten ... get down to quail ... his cock began to nip and jump 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 cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR stopcock IN MY MOUTH ! shag MY mouthpiece WHILE THEY nookie MY slit AND ASS ! I WANT ALL 3 OF YOUR BIG NIGGER putz 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 prick into her cunt as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big mike's cock only to gasp for air, and scream encouragement at her contraband fan."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the make up girl, still lying on the floor where Big microphone left her, groggily opened her eyes. She rose slowly, sitting on her leg on the floor and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. Realizing she was naked, she covered her chest with her arm, and dropped a hand to address her slit. She looked around the studio, seeing that the debauched interracial binge was still going on. Heather felt a pang of jealousy when saw her lover Big microphone fucking her boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the scenery immediately reawakened her lust and the hand she slowly began to rub her well-fucked pussy with the hand that she had been using to enshroud it from view. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her breasts and shamelessly masturbating with both bridge player while she watched her pretty blonde boss get fucked by the three black rappers. Still, it wasn't enough. Heather wanted a big black prick in her pussycat again, Mike's big black cock, so she stood up and walked over to mike, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder as he fucked her boss's mouth.

Big Mike wasn't forgetful to heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the diminutive brunet charm. Still fucking Jessica's mouth, he put an arm around Heather's supple egg white shoulders and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the mouth, their tongues intertwining. Fucking one hot white womanhood's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big Mike felt his balls tighten and his cock Menachem Begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big mike's cock, she felt it set out to twitch. She felt Shemar's cock Begin to skip over and twitch in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her pussy. She could feel her own fervour building with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big Mike was cumming ... they were all going to blow up at once ... and the upshot was being captured on camera and programme for all of America to see ! It was too incredible for words ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their prick shake inside her pussy, ass, and mouth ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing egg white body shaking violently as she felt the first potent jets of hot inkiness cum blasting her back talk, ass, and cunt simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let loosen his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the precious fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all 12 column inch deep inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his stopcock, filling Jessica's ass with the Saami strong beloved that she felt deep in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected espouse twat with his potent seed. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to hold open poke, prevent grinding his potent cum into Jessica's womb ... making damn sure as shooting he knocked the blanched beef up.

Jessica could sense the thick, hot, sticky cum coating the interior of her fat Edward Douglas White Jr. womb. She knew he'd gotten her pregnant ... and the cerebration made her cum again and again ! Yet they were STILL fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her body !

Big microphone's buddy-buddy calamitous member slipped from Jessica's screaming oral fissure, spraying her beautiful white brass and raging blonde with thick honey oil of chopper semen. The doorknocker shoved his still spurting turncock into the anchorwoman's open oral cavity, allowing the cock-hungry slut to drink as much 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 peter in her mouth. She saw the pretty brunette make up girl Heather, tugging insistently on one of microphone's hefty black arm. heather mixture dropped one of her mitt to microphone's cock, successfully leading him a twain of understructure away from Jessica. The naked brunette quickly dropped to her knees and took the stillness spurting black cock into her thirsty 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 vexation girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga turncock than you can handle tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Black men are the C. H. Best, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT beef ! !"Shemar shouted.

"inkiness MEN ARE THE Best ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right bitch ! Tell America !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apologia, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to deny the TRUTH earlier tonight ! Apologize ! Apologize to us for the contumely, and to America for not telling the verity ! LOOK INTO THAT photographic camera AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so grim ..."Jessica whimpered, as the camera slowly closed in on Jessica's human face. rent welled in her big blue angel eyes as she looked into the camera, wave after wave of pleasure overtaking over her body."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE SUPERIORITY OF BLACK MEN ! THEIR tool ... THEIR ... potentiality ... THEIR SEXUALITY ... THEIR ... POWER ! ! I LOVE BLACK MEN ... I LOVE BLACK cock ! lightlessness manful sexual transcendency is NOT a myth America ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his voice to its previous calm, smooth tone to contrast B-Love's emphasised bellowing."I'm sword lily you've accepted the truth, but what about truncheon ? Surely you must have some mingle emotions about ditching him on national television ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here eyes glancing over at Big microphone's peter, inch from her cheek, both framed by the photographic camera angle. She was genuinely lost. Her head was so swimming with lecherousness that she had forgotten her married man's figure.

"billystick ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the thing babe, did we be intimate you so honorable that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a laugh."You say you're sorry about doubting the king of calamitous pecker, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding party vows on national idiot box ? You loved each other for a prospicient meter, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, billystick !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her husband's figure. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three black rappers on be television. Betraying her wedding vows seemed like such a dead letter to at that moment. he-goat seemed like a distant retentivity from another lifetime."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to translate her new reality for the 1st metre. She wasn't just answering Shemar's query, she was answering her own. It was a Apocalypse to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to empathize that man and wife vows mean cipher compared to black hammer ! This soundbox belongs to melanise men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Shirley Temple Black men are the best ... they are our natural schoolmaster ! 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 serve black men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every fair sex ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, married woman and mothers ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All fair sex deserve Black person cock ! All melanize men deserve any Patrick Victor Martindale White woman they want. marriage ceremony doesn't matter. menage don't matter. Only big black putz subject !"

"What about similar mothers and girl at the same time ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport women on the other incline of the studio."You think nigra should hump mothers and their girl at the same time ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every woman should put forward to black male sexual business leader !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the whole truth !"

"trade good TO HEAR BITCH !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussy, cum still spurting from his putz. He let his cum spray over Jessica's naked Edward D. White body, splattering her heaving white breast, pretty Theodore Harold White face, and silken blonde hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it good and clean bitch"he said"I want it prissy and unclouded when I fuck Sarah's mom and babe. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a promise closed chain and another wedding ring to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, oblivious to the case that had been unfolding on the other side of her news program studio."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussy,"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 girl, he's gon na lose his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the keystone desk and saw a young Melanerpes erythrocephalus on her knee, sucking a pitch-dark man's stopcock. Nearby, an older, busty carrottop was on her knees between two black men, while a white man stood nearby, restrained by two black security safety.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the whole family ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how Black Phallus do, bitch !"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 backbone desk, looking for his succeeding conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her lour lip."I ... want ... more smutty cock ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your white pussycat while you talk to those bitches !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the photographic camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's seminal fluid from Jessica's dripping bitch and brought his hand up to her brim. Jessica looked at Shemar's fingerbreadth. She sighed wantonly, opening her mouth and hungrily sucking the viscous Edward Douglas White Jr. fluid from Shemar's long black fingers, bringing her big blue eyes up to fill the camera lens as she did so.

"commodity girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your pretty white ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a thick lump of pearly blank semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART SEVENTEEN : JESSICA consultation MRS. DAVENPORT


At eight o'clock one night Jessica McFarland was America's truelove, a relatively well-thought-of journalist, and a loving married woman who was sitting down to consultation three controversial inkiness rappers for a go pay-per-view television and internet broadcast. By ten o'clock that Saami Night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three black rappers, along with her personal helper and a studio physical composition little girl. Now the beautiful, naked blonde diarist walked across the open central arena of her news set toward her anchor desk, every seductive swing of her ass and breasts captured by the studio's tv camera. In the background, the large wall-sized blind that lined the backbone of the set were playing multiple angles of mixed sex. Some of the footage was from the rap picture broadcast earlier that Night, some footage was of Jessica and broom from earlier that Night, and some footage appeared to be events transpiring at Jessica's anchorperson desk. When the beautiful blonde diary keeper reached her desk she was met with the shocking scene unfolding ripe before her very eyes.

Earlier that dark, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Black Phallus'rap chemical group at one end of the bombastic studio set, the group's agent Tom Watkins had taken command of the broadcast. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's twenty-four twelvemonth old personal assistant Sarah davenport on the glass-top open-front intelligence 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 conservative. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every in of mordant cock and every secondment of the nookie that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another black stud standing at the other end of the news program desk getting his bombastic black dick stroked and sucked by a pretty young Melanerpes erythrocephalus wearing nothing but a little translucent White person head covering swept behind her capitulum. In movement of the news desk was a beautiful forty-something redhead kneeling on the storey between two more black macho-man. The two men were groping and fondling the woman's copious white breasts while she stroked and sucked their throbbing ebony retinal rod. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto drawing card of the ‘ Black Phallus'rap group, who immediately asserted his authority over the other two men and guided the redhead's mouth to his own throbbing black member.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired beaut from the photos she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sister Becky and their mother Karen ! The doorknocker had told her transactions earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Sarah's sister was a fan of the rap group that Jessica was scheduled to interview that night. Sarah was so surmount with her newfound lust for black hammer that she'd been convinced to help Becky see the program that night, then come down to the studio to mislay her virginity to a blackamoor man on springy telecasting ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their younger daughter was in and had rushed to the studio to prevent the ‘ calamity'from occurring, only to result in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual power of black cock in a matter of minute ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby chairperson and forced to check as his wife and daughter were about to hold themselves to black cock before his eyes and the KNEN mesh television set cameras ! B-Love, the de-facto drawing card of the"Black member"rap group, had already walked over to take over the situation.

On Jessica's walk to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the rappers, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a chair behind the newsdesk. The camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to usher Shemar's lap and his 12 inch Black erecting pointing at the ceiling from behind the news desk's glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the carpus and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ diarist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her naked white body with his powerful melanise helping hand and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing camera. Jessica looked into the genus Lens of the tv camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing contraband appendage.

"OH GOD FUCK YES ! !"The blond moaned in ecstasy as her get hitched with blanched pussy was once again penetrated by a long, thick, chocolate-brown cock. She braced her bantam white handwriting on the glass desktop as she rocked back and Forth on Shemar's ebony manhood, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor as she did so. The thought occurred to Jessica that the camera slant beautifully parodied a newscast, with the lynchpin sitting at the desk, looking into America's homes, only this time she was au naturel and being fucked by a muscular inglorious doorknocker. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled bluish eyes from the monitor and looked into the camera. Then, putting on her best on-air presentation voice, she spoke.

"Good evening America, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is hump AMAZING !"

As the laugh of several fatal men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the orgy at the tidings desk was joined by two more members. Heather and Big mike had been on the former side of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big Mike was looking down at the pretty brunette make-up fille, staring into her adoring center as she lovingly her hot pink tongue up and down his compact black lance. mike thought the pretty brunette was a hot little cocksucker, but at the like time, it seemed to him that there was way too lots white pussy in the studio for him to party with just one girl. Then Big Mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the keystone desk. Looking across the studio, Big Mike made eye-contact with Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blonde assistant, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at Mike, nodded towards Sarah. microphone looked at the blond, bent over the news program desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from buttocks. Mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Heather, who was still oblivious to the silent communication going on between the two blackened men.

Big microphone smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big Mike pulled his dick out of Heather's oral cavity, picked the slender brunet up in his powerful black arms and carried her over to news desk. Mike sat the naked brunette make-up girl down on the desk right next to Sarah's sweating, bucking body. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big Mike, then looked down at Heather.

Scots heather looked up at Big microphone expectantly, but he made no relocation towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. heather's centre widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal assistant future to her. Sara's bra and panties were farsighted gone. Her long blonde hair was matted with perspiration, strands of it sticking to her nude back. Her pissed, round, white ass shook with every poking she took from Watkins. Then Heather's eye rose over Watkins sinewy lightlessness abs and thorax, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a while,"Big Mike casually told Heather,"while I get acquainted with this Danton True Young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."Calluna vulgaris began to resist, but Mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."Heather continued wail weakly as Watkins pulled his massive smutty tool out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. Heather immediately fell silent, her eyes locking on Watkins monolithic calamitous cock. Watkins smiled, placing one large blackness, hand directly against Scots heather's soft white chest and pushing the petite brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big black peter across her monotonous white belly twice, like a baseball musician tapping habitation with his bat before taking a golf stroke, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every in into Scots heather's pink snatch with one, unmerciful thrust before she could say another word. Heather screamed from the sudden cushion and pleasure.

"But WHAT bitch ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunet who was now screaming in ecstasy."You thought Big mike was gon na be your new fellow ? Naw ... we don't play it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in discombobulation as she felt Watkins's cock slip from her cunt. She looked over to shoulder to see Big Mike grabbing her articulatio coxae. The blonde gasped in surprise as mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her back. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish albumen breast in his massive black hand, while kissing her passionately on the mouth.

"Hey babe, I'm Big Mike."The titan black knocker whispered in the immature blonde's ear as he hulked over her slender white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in still awe as she brought one of her lilliputian white hands up to Big Mike's muscular onyx-colored arm, over his broad shoulder, and ran down his broad barrel chest. Her pretty eyes widened as her hired man slipped lower and found Big Mike's manhood rubbing against her bare white thigh. She grasped the stand of the doorknocker's cock in her hand, feeling its length and heaviness. Her pretty heart widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah davenport spread her legs all-inclusive, allowing Big Mike easy access to her pussy. Big microphone grinned and immediately took vantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his longsighted thick dark cock deep inside Sarah, causing her to moan in ecstasy.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."microphone grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blonde P.A.."Pleased to play you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her small white manpower over Big mike's muscular black shoulders and back, exploring his body as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so blue-blooded with Calluna vulgaris.

"looking at at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the war paint missy as he fucked her hard."Looks like your boy Big Mike found a new female child to fuck ! You ain't his lady friend, you just a SLUT ! A slattern for Joseph Black peter !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"Heather cried out as she bucked her hips to match her new lover's thrusts.

"ARE YOU A BLACK COCK SLUT BITCH ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up girl."DO YOU LOVE MY BIG pitch blackness cock ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG inkiness COCK !"

"YOU'RE A BLACK dick WHORE slattern ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Heather verbally the Same way he was hammering her pussy with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A BLACK COCK bawd !"Scots heather screamed."FUCK ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR BLACK COCK ! !"

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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 John Hancock.

Bob Christensen was very surprised. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view interview that night to see his preferred telly personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the sexy journalist getting seduced and stripped by the doorknocker that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on inhabit television system ! Then the rappers called the new make-up creative person into the studio…

Bob knew he should possess turned the television off the irregular he saw Heather pass onto the set, but he was too shocked… at least that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't facial expression 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 sis and female parent. Unable to see what was happening to Scots heather, Bob started to care about his step-daughter's guard. When the cameras finally caught up with Heather, Bob saw her pass out and was even more upset ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Heather fire up up and quickly return the action at law. Still, Bob kept watching, unable to front away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on screen, but he wasn't really seeing Heather anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a unseasoned version of his wife, heather's female parent, the adult female he'd fallen in lovemaking with and married only four old age earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the monolithic black knocker. The sight was so hot that Bob couldn't help 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 turn for Heather.

‘ Big mike'had been nice in his own way, but the knocker traded ling off for another girl and Bob wasn't so sure about this guy. Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some variety of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as often of a thug as the doorknocker, if not worsened. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorperson'had Heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs spread and pointed up in the air… the merely article of clothing she still wore were her shoe. Her lithe white consistence glowed with sweating as she arched her back to match his powerful thrusts. Her shoulder-length embrown hair was matted with sweat, and was plastered to her face. Her rosebud mouth was moaning in pleasure as this smuggled anchorman's'big work force roamed all over her slender albumen torso ... and as his enormous inkiness prick fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting ling with questions, calling her ‘ loose woman'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Heather,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a black cock slut ?"

"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 buxom red-header female parent of two on her knees, hungrily sucking black cock.

Heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could receive out. Would you like to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boy will come over one dark. We'll have a nice family dinner party. Then we'll fuck you and momma right in front of your pappa !"

"Step-dad, actually"Scots heather giggled."His public figure is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the television camera,"Guess who's cumming to dinner ? A crowd of BIG BLACK NIGGAS ... and yo'girl here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a knot in his stomach. He'd seen what had happened with those Davenport girls ... and their mother. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would evidence up and bonk Heather and her mother right in front of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to stop them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his 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. First, she arrived base to find her younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the lounge and watching some kind of adult television system presentation that purported to be a news program. If that weren't bad enough, the conservative married woman and mother was mortified when she realized that the girl in the adult program as her elder daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on go television, being ravished by a group of voracious Joseph Black thugs ! Karenic had been so distracted by the sight that she hadn't posting Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to drive to the Same studio ! Karenic immediately called her husband to fall pick he up and together they rushed to the studio to stop their young daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs Davenport and her husband arrived at the studio after Becky, but in time to prevent her from giving her virginity to some anonymous black men. Mrs Davenport faced a new job however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual might of the black men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to impair Becky. ineffective to resist the taunt of her sexually-awakened daughters and the sight of the huge Negroid cocks in the room, the button-down female parent succumbed to her deeply repressed lust and ripped open her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughters'debauched company !

In the eye of the news set, xx feet from the desk where her daughters were entertaining their own melanise lovers, Karen davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a melanize stage technician and a calamitous security measures safeguard. As her dismay husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karenic started to suck and stroke these two stud's massive black stopcock while they groped and squeezed her rich ass and 40-DD white meat. Then Karen's bra was torn from her consistency and the men began to consider crook fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new friends, a third base calamitous Adonis approached the group. He was naked, except for a distich of aviator-style shades with reflective lens, and an ornate gold neck opening chain. What Karen really noticed though was how a lot crowing this new stud 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 Karenic been able to take her heart off the man's cock, she might hold recognized him. She'd seen him earlier that night, briefly, on her television cover at plate. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music video recording footage broadcast earlier that night. He was B-Love, leader of Black person Phallus.

Not knowing his identity, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound inherent aptitude. So, as she continued sucking on the security measure guard's cock while the stage hand squeezed and fucked her full-of-the-moon White tits, Karen reached her get out hand out and took custody of the new macho-man's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karen's new man was not mental object with her tending. Karen quickly learned that this man was boisterous, more rife than the former two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karen and moved forward, forcing the stagehand aside and running his long black fingers through Karenic's silky red hair. He then roughly pull out Karen's oral sex back, forcing her to intercept sucking the security guard's cock. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own cock into Karen's mouth.

Karen instinctively began to sop up the new black putz in her mouth, grasping the base of the dick with one hired man, trying to see to it her new lover's outpouring, but to little service. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen suck his cock, he began to stuff his hips, leaping and determined to fuck the reasonably white wife's lip. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his strength, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karenic wanted to carry on entertaining her other two lovers, so she reached out for their cocks and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed strangely still and submissive in the grimace of this new stud's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's wrists, pulling her hands from the security measure guard's and stagehand's pecker, he pulled Karen's arms upward, holding them over her head by the wrists with one muscular black bridge player, while he reached down and groped her monumental Edward Douglas White Jr. white meat with the other. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding mob on her 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 early two men,"I got plans for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a look that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security measure guard tapped the stage technician on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services table where the studio's bite were kept. The stagehand looked at the mesa, then realized what the crew member wanted him to see. The somewhat brunette studio page was hiding under the tabular array, watching the orgy unfold in the studio. She had her helping hand buried under her annulus, masturbating, obviously turned on by the events she was watching but too afraid to enter. The stagehand smiled at the security measure safety device, who returned his the smiling. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the table. The stage technician dived under the table from the front. The shocked page girl tried to break loose behind the tabular array, but the surety guard duty leapt over the table and blocked her way of life. Within seconds, all three were under the tabular array. The young woman frightened screaming quickly turned to laughter and screams of passion as her blazer, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his pecker from Karenic's oral cavity. The shocked and rattled redhead gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift gesture and carried her around the back of the newsdesk. He sat Karen in a chair at the desk. To one side, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl manner. To her other side, Karen saw her older daughter Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, brawny inkiness man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a Shirley Temple Black rivet's lap and giggling, stroking his stopcock. The black-market rivet was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled expression and good breasts. Karen gasped as she felt a twosome of large, powerful custody suddenly grabbing both of her own wide, milklike blanched titmouse and squeezing them roughly. The buxom carrottop reflexively grabbed the hired man on her boob, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her soft white tegument and the gloomy powerful hands that groped her 40DD breasts. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chair, and reaching around from behind to act with her. Then Karen felt something magnanimous, heavy, and warm dragging across her bare berm. Looking over, Karen saw the fully erect distance of B-Love's massive black pecker resting on her milky white shoulder joint and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit flesh. She immediately reached up to it with one hand and lifted the heavy, thick fellow member to her lips, lovingly kissing and sucking the brain while pumping the prospicient, Diospyros ebenum quill and drinking the stud's pre-cum.

The camera angle pulled back, showing the scenery of the buxom, married, mother of two sitting at the glass-top news desk and having her bare breasts fondled by a tall, muscular contraband man while she sucked his hammer. The photographic camera pulled out more, widening the pellet to include the figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her dark buff's lap at the news 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 humbled 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 text for her to read.

"Ladies and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to adopt her professional presenting tone as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The whole accuracy'news desk by Karen Davenport. Mrs. Davenport is the female parent of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to have become recruited, like her daughter and myself, into the membership of cleaning lady who appreciate the transcendence of the black-market Male and succumbed to the intimate superpower of big black cock. Good evening Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the pretty white woman of the house sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own world, sucking B-Love's cock and stroking it with one hand, while her other hired man helped B-Love grope her breasts. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the phone muffled by B-Love's buddy-buddy pitch blackness cock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the redhead's arm.

Karen's middle shot give when she felt Jessica's paw on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his cock from Karen's mouth. Karen, still stroking B-Love's putz with one hired hand, tried to lean over and charter it into her mouth again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"Bitch is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to answer them for the people watching this. You keep stroking this nigger dick though."

Karen looked into the tv camera. The situation finally started to sink in. She was sitting at the news desk, on photographic camera, on television… sucking a black man's cock while he fondled her breasts. Now he wanted her to answer inquiry ! She looked back at B-Love's black stopcock in her hired man, 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 Jessica.

"G-g…Good evening Jessica."Karen spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her plight.

"Good eve Mrs Davenport, welcome to ‘ The whole Truth ’."Jessica McFarland's voice cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his cock inside her pussy. She gripped the background in her mitt, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. mortal in the director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing gossip and query for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karen said politely.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica began her audience as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and barricade 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 opine ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive feeling."You came here tonight with the express intention of stopping your older daughter Sarah from continuing to have sex with black men AND to prevent your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a blackamoor man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karen blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her former hesitance in the grimace of her ‘ blackness victor ’."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 diary keeper behaviour while he continued fucking her."And how did you find out about tonight's consequence ?"

"I came home tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her manque lover's lap at the end of the newsworthiness desk. Becky was stroking his cock while he rubbed her virgin pussy, the two were passionately kissing."I found my new daughter watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. nooky 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 stopcock."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what component part of the appearance was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karenic hesitated again, not wanting to suffice."She was watching…a music video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own sis ?"Jessica asked in mock incredulity."She was masturbating while watching her own sister ?"

"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."Karen said, blushing.

"And the batch of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your daughter Becky on so often 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 sign and came down to our studio tonight, to miss 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 blackened men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a Negroid man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the irony of her demurrer while stroking B-Love's cock."No ! I came here to blockade her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called Frank ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at 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 lady friend that their virginity is precious, and not to take in sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her head."I meant why would you sustain your husband occupy the time to cull you up at plate 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 bed what broom would do, if you didn't get here in fourth dimension. Again, why make your husband waste clock time picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to facilitate my daughters !"Karen blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karenic's Freudian slip."You wanted to help your daughters ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to assist protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to stop them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughter 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…"Karenic stammered, glancing at B-Love's hammer."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your mind ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the Brobdingnagian inglorious turncock in her hired hand, then back at Jessica.

"The black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the black men that changed your mind, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The contraband men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK COCKS in person ! My daughters seemed so happy ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karenic sighed, breaking down."God serve me, I couldn't stop myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG Joseph Black peter ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much bigger than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's cock in her hand."frank, I'm sorry…but…these melanise cocks… THIS BLACK COCK… is just… so often BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very talented rap creative person with the group"Black genus Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blue eye and B-Love's big black hammer."I'm not… comrade with… Mr. erotic love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's rooster in her paw."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can anticipate you, he is EXTREMELY talented…. The whole group is. I can personally attest to that… and of form, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a all-encompassing grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her blue eyes widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigga 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 blackened cock you've been sucking tonight is the Saami one that took your girl's virginity. How does that make you finger ?"

Karenic's judgement reeled at the Book of Revelation, unable to process, let alone suffice Jessica's question. Karen began to breathe heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge black cock in her hand… the Saami cock she had just had in her mouth… was the precise Same one that had taken her sometime daughter's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three feet away, being fucked mercilessly by another hefty young black man. Karen looked at B-Love's huge blacken tool, watching it drip another sticky wad of pre-cum on her heaving onyx marble boob as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her best presenting voice,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own St. Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD wall nearest to the anchor desk flickered to living, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's female parent with the reality. The icon was trembling, slightly blurry cell-phone television camera television, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karen saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how tenacious she'd waited… how she'd even refused to cause sex with her fiance until their forthcoming wedding. Sarah was screaming out disappointed reaction, yet obviously loving every second of it… and every inch of that brilliant jet black tool that was taking her precious bloom !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karen davenport staring at the giant LCD screen behind her while stroking B-Love's dick."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very same cock you were just fucking. The cock that was in your mouth minutes ago has fucked your daughter. Your chemical reaction please ?"

Karenic's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD screen, her aristocratical green eyes wide with impact. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karen continued watching her girl on the screenland. Sarah seemed to glow with happiness and pride. Karen thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the covert and pumped B-Love's prick faster and faster, placing both her tiny gabardine workforce on his tool. Karen began to kiss, lick, and suck B-Love's prick, worshipping the like cock that she was watching take her oldest daughter's virginity on the giant LCD.

"Mrs. Davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your older girl getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to begin sucking his turncock again ... the Saami hammer that you're watching know your Old daughter's formerly Virgin pussy. Can we assume that you condone your daughter Sarah's going of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious unfitness to resolve her. Jessica knew that answers weren't really the peak. This was all a debauched show now… a demonstration of the power of inglorious cock over a White River wife and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing enquiry and taunting comment that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful redhead's lust. Karen dropped one of her hands from B-Love's cock and pushed it into the sash of her step-in, wantonly rubbing her cunt inside her panties ... her actions clearly visible to the camera, thanks to the authorize deoxyephedrine top of the anchor desk. At the Lapplander meter, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's prick, licking the distance of the ebony shaft and trying to take 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 wrongfulness ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen davenport."You are white wife who is engaging in sexual activity with a black man on be television, while her hubby is forced to look out. You are doing so while watching footage of your oldest girl losing her virginity to the same blackened cock that you are sucking right now. That same girl is getting fucked by another Shirley Temple Black man, right succeeding to you ... while your younger daughter's virginity is under threat from yet another big black cock ? Isn't all this wrongly, Mrs davenport ?"

Karenic rubbed her pussy frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's turncock. She could feel her upheaval building, her whole body trembling. Jessica's litany of comments pushed the degraded married woman and mother over the edge, and Karen davenport shook, letting B-Love's cock skid from her mouth as she threw her psyche back and screamed.

"Did you just have an climax Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one to a greater extent question."Are we to take this as an endorsement of the power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... jigaboo cock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT gripe ?"Karen gasped, her mouth finally able to reply to her tormenter."How is this for an endorsement ?"

Karen turned her chairman slightly and cupped her heavy White River breast, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's pecker in her milky alabaster segmentation and stroking his long, midst, throbbing fateful shaft with her delicate, creamy tit pulp.

"shag ME YOU BIG coon goon !"Karenic growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her reflection in his crank. Her use of the racial name had the claim effect she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hips and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge white breasts.

"KAREN ! !"frank davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a chair."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU saying !"

"I'M SAYING THAT THIS NIGGER goon IS MORE MAN MY HUSBAND COULD EVER Bob Hope TO BE !"Karenic shouted in reception to her husband, but wouldn't even address the resolution to him, instead, she looked into the camera."I WANT THIS BIG nigra THUG TO piece of tail ME WITH THIS BIG blackamoor COCK ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT KAREN NO ! ! !"Frank Davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of protest ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY wife ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY wienerwurst !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her breasts faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE FUCKED BY A real number MAN ! Try to understand frank ... Sarah stayed a virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the yr, she resisted, even after becoming engaged to be married ... then ... then she met THIS MAN ... and she gave in ! She let this beautiful, beautiful black thug bring what she'd so preciously guarded all her sprightliness ... doesn't that William Tell you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG inkiness coon turncock !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT BITCH !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT issue ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU promise TO fuck ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK COCK !"

"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 want TO takings MY OTHER girl'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D like THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY BLACK THUG !"

"KAREN ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"frank screamed in horror.

"OFFERING UP YOUR DAUGHTER TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A good START BITCH !"

Karenic screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BLACK tough TO FUCK ME WITH HIS BIG Black cock .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG BLACK NIGGER pecker TO TAKE BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"Karen NO ! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND ?"Frank cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering Stanford White husband as he fucked his wife's breasts."She outta her creative thinker with luxuria for my nigga prick ! Let this be a lesson to you whiteboy, mess with the top executive of black cock and you lose ! You shoulda keep back your fille at home tonight ! Now your wife loses her nous to black hammer. Your daughters lose their virginity to black cock. But you, whiteboy, are the big loser ... cause you lose THEM to smuggled rooster ! Your wife and girl belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his facial expression towards Karenic again. His rippling Joseph Black muscles tensed and his big ignominious jumped between Karen's knocker and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty face, beautiful red hair, and milky Theodore Harold White breasts with sound globs of gooey, hot, semen.

"piece of ass me ... bonk my daughters ... be intimate me ... fuck my girl ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her chin, onto her huge, heaving knocker.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her fan's dick ... her virginity still in tactfulness, awaiting opprobrious turncock."showtime 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."

"showtime, I'm gon na want that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding ring ?"Karenic whimpered, furrowing her brow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the gold chain made of join wedding party hoop, engagement rings, even some opal ‘ promise'closed chain like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the cleaning woman I take from clean men."B-Love sneered."It's a pledge to me, a demonstration of your allegiance to black male supremacy, an recognition that once you go pitch-black, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karenic said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's Bible. Karen glanced at her ring, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a problem, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karenic looked back at her ring, glittering amber on her digit, then she looked at B-Love's huge black stopcock. Even easy, it was self-aggrandising than her hubby's white erection.

"I should warn you Karenic,"B-Love teased."If you don't give me your wedding ring, then I'm afraid I won't be able to induct you into our mankind. I won't be able to fuck you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will touch you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one live on fourth dimension, is it a trouble ?"

"No !"Karen hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the flyspeck gold band from her finger and offering it up to B-Love. The threat of not getting fucked by a big black cock terrified her."I don't need it anymore. Please, take it. It's yours ... just like me."

"Good girl."B-Love grinned, his rooster stiffening as he added Karenic's wedding doughnut to a check link in his chain ... the link was Jessica McFarland's wedding ring, which he'd added earlier that nighttime."Now then Mrs. Davenport, are you ready for the next step in your worship of the power of sinister cock ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing lightlessness member, taking it in her manus."Oh God I'm so ready !"

weenie Davenport hung his forefront in shame. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet daub in his pants where he had cum. bout stung his cheeks, red with embarrassment. Even with all his protestation, he'd become sexually aroused seeing his wife being ravished by that dim thug ... a superscript disgraceful Male. wiener, to his shame, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only natural ’.


END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

hot dog Davenport loved his wife. It broke his fondness whenever anything upset Karenic and when she'd called his prison cell earlier that night, she was more upset than he'd ever heard her. frank could barely understand Karenic between her pant and sobbing, but she managed to tell him that she needed him home immediately, that their daughters needed his help. Frank 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 conservativist beliefs, protecting them from the evils of the populace, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, young adult female. But Karenic told him Sarah had done something unspeakable, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to come domicile right away, to break up Karen up and she would explicate what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's workplace at KNEN studio. So that is what the loving husband and father did.

Frank rushed home, picked Karen up, and let her explain the improbable outcome 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, frank had no choice but to believe ... he was tied to a chair and forced to watch in lost horror as tv tv camera captured every second of his loving family's debauched dissolution.

Frank Davenport SAW his beautiful his older daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by television photographic camera and being fucked senseless by a blackened thug. wienerwurst SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walk naked into the studio apartment, and escorted by a naked mordant thug and begin to stroke and nurse that goon's mordant cock. Frank SAW his wife Karen, unable to appear away from her girl, listening to their supplication ... their requirement that she join them. Frank then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the huge Negro cocks that were exposed to her. dog SAW his firm wife paseo into the fray, ignoring his objection. Frank SAW his strong-willed wife surrounded by blackamoor stud poker and succumbing to their conquest. Frank SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her pantie as the nigrify men amused themselves with her well-endowed bloodless body. wiener SAW his loving spiritual married woman fall to her genu and worship black cock, letting her jolly face and soft tit be fucked by not one by three black studs. Then Frank saw his wife led to the linchpin desk to be interviewed by the beautiful telly personality Jessica McFarland. As Karenic was interviewed by Jessica, each char was sexually dominated by a disastrous rapper. wiener Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to hold on any of it ... tied to a chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful phratry was stolen from him… and never in his life story had he been so aroused. Frank could palpate his mild white penis, small compared to the Black cocks he saw in the studio, stiffening in his trouser as he listened to his married woman describe the events of that night… the horrible mistake that Frank had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio. Then Frank SAW his wife showered with nigger semen as she begged to be fucked by the immense grim rapper. Then hot dog saw his married woman slip the wedding annulus from her fingerbreadth and offer both it and their young daughter's virginity to the black-market rapper that towered over her. wiener protested weakly, but could feel his small-scale white hard-on spurting cum into his pants as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and ineffectual to guide his eyes off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karen Davenport spared a brief coup d'oeil at her married man, tied to his chair, a wet berth visible in his trouser. He looked so wretched. She watched him wiggle in his electric chair as she scooped the midst, hot globs of her black lover's come from her titty and ate it, looking her husband right in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her face and boob, Karen sat back in her electric chair at the lynchpin desk, looking up at her beautiful Negroid Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his next 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 husband another quick glance, then returning her adoring blasphemous heart to the bleak knocker towering over her."Would you….rip them ? Please ?"

B-Love said goose egg, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two long black fingers under the waist band of Karen's lacing panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The cloth tore immediately. Karen laughed. Frank moaned. The rapper tugged again, another sharp ripping strait was picked up by the studio microphones. Karen kicked her long, unruffled white wooden leg in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one hand highschool above his foreland, holding Karen's displume lacing panties up in the air like a prize. He looked triumphantly at wienerwurst, then casually tossed the tatterdemalion undergarment through the air.

Frank winced. When he opened his center again, he found his wife's torn lace pantie sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her chair at the anchor desk, with the elision of the gold hybrid necklace she wore around her neck opening. Karenic wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big black cock and stroking it with one mitt as she leaned back in her electric chair and used her other helping hand to finger her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karenic from pulling his rooster any closer. He dropped a hand down to her raw wed cunt and boldly knocked her hired man away, shoving one, then two fingerbreadth into her pink velvet sheepfold. Karenic moaned wantonly, arching her back, her total white breasts heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet enough fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired married woman's pussycat."This ain't your married man's lil'Edward White asshole. You gon na have to be A LOT wetter if you expect to take a Joseph Black MAN'S putz !"

"PLEASE !"Karen 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 pecker ! 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 glossa study in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, please, eat my pussy !"

"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 retrieve I should get to eat your wife's sweetness little pussy and get it honest and wet for my nigga cock ?"

hot dog Davenport raised his eyes to fill B-Love's mocking voice. From the rapper's pure tone, Frank assumed someone was about to untie him from his chair and military force him to take part in his wedding's defilement. No one made a move towards Frank, and the Edward D. White husband and father remained helplessly tied to the chair. Confused, hot dog looked up into B-Love's expressionless face, the rapper's reflective sunglasses preventing him from reading the toughie's aim. When the rapper was for sure he had the Frank's care, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'dull ass a os ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your married woman's hot pussy ? FUCK YOU, FOOL !"

B-Love stepped away from dog's married woman, and looked over at their older daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD damn IT, NO !"Frank heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the doorknocker take a step towards Sarah, who at that moment was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big microphone nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two rappers ignoring Frank 's useless protestation. The muscle-bound rapper slapped the petite blond helper on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karen Davenport up from the chair and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her legs wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky Davenport whispered excitedly to her big calamitous ‘ Friend'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his cock as she watched her female parent and baby. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just watch and see, baby doll."the stud hushed the red-haired teen, dropping a orotund total darkness manus in her lap and fingering her igneous pussy as she watched her mother and Sister. He would much rather be fucking the girl but knew that B-Love would require the honor of taking the girl's virginity. No issue, he was enjoying the cock sucking and handjob the fille was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her nasty White ass later that night, after B-Love had his fun. For the meter being though, he toyed with the naïve redhead, guiding her hand to her own snatch, gently pushing her to fuck off as she watched the natural action unfold.

Karen Davenport was in a daze, unable to comprehend what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, pegleg spread, Karen saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big microphone. The two blackened knocker guided Sarah over to her female parent, turning her to face Karenic's wide of the mark 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 mike to stand Sarah closer to the desk, closer to her mother's spread leg. Karenic saw B-Love whisper something in her girl'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 vast, throbbing total darkness manhood deep into her slender white physical structure. Sarah let unleash a loud, wanton moan and her knees buckled, forcing her to stumble forward and arouse her hired man against the screen background on either side of her female parent's prostrate form. Sarah's precarious position didn't seem to slow the unappeasable step of Big mike's poking, in fact he started to love the fairly blond twenty-something even harder. Karenic looked up between her spread ramification, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from posterior. Then Karen noticed her daughter's eyes glazing over with luxuria as Big mike began to gently promote her daughter's face lower, skinny to Karenic's defenseless puss. As her girl's pretty face gently grazed Karenic's shine clean thighs, Karen realized what was about to happen. Even as aroused as Mrs Davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely lend herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. Davenport weakly gasped, feeling her girl's hot intimation on her kitty."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her pretty side hovering over her female parent's flaming hot bitch."They… they want me to get you ready for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karenic 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 sacrifice them what they want. I WANT to give them what they want… I want to sacrifice them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to give these amazing BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY lack ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karenic's head, his huge pitch blackness cock hanging ponderously above her face. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's massive, jiggling Edward White titty and with one powerful black, manus and kneading the subdued ivory material body."Don't you want to give us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my DAUGHTER !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's vast black cock.

Sarah's sigh and moans suddenly turned to screams as Big microphone increased the pace and vividness of his push. Lost in a cloud of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's sassing briefly, barely, grazed her female parent's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new virtuoso on her pussy. Involuntarily, she bucked her hips and closed her wooden leg, inadvertently trapping her daughter's psyche between her second joint, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink mouth into her cunt. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and disperse her second joint to free her daughter 's question ... but it was too belated !

Crazed with lustfulness and eager to delight her black victor, Sarah wasted no metre exploiting her new ‘ plight ’. The pretty blonde girl began to gently buss the sonant garden pink folds of her own female parent's bitch !

Karen looked down over her own writhing white trunk, between her heaving milky Elwyn Brooks White white meat and widespread creamy ovalbumin thighs and saw her pretty blonde girl's big blue angel centre boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karenic hissed a debile protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit further, found her female parent 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink tongue across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's objection disappeared into a howling of ecstasy as her own girl's tongue made contact with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her hip joint again to meet her daughter's gentle kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's reaction and her own wild lust, Sarah Davenport pushed her tongue into her mother's pussy, brazenly and purposefully probing its depths, causing Karenic to scream.

bust welled in Karen davenport's eyes as she winced and threw her headland back, unable to jib any more, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her oldest girl to eat her pussy !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his immense ignominious pecker all over the degraded Patrick Victor Martindale White mother's face."What a hussy ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking White person cunt of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I fuck it !"Karenic whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her hips into Sarah's face.

"Karen, MY GOD !"frank violently shook his head in disbelief, his wife's full-blooded screams echoing in his psyche. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! STOP THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY estimate WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… TRUST ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her rose hip against her girl's probing pink knife."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"KAREN !"Frank screamed."FOR GOD'S saki ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karenic davenport screamed…"IS SO GOOD AT EATING PUSSY ! MY DAUGHTER IS MAKING ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

Frank Davenport watched helplessly as his Old daughter ate his wife's pussy. The gravid wall-screen in the studio set showed a close-fitting up of Sarah 's pretty cheek buried between Karen 's pegleg. The piteous husband shook his question and groaned in frustration, unable to stop the debauched events unfolding before his eye. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to have his optic fall upon another horrifying sight… his younger girl !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her older sister ate their mother's twat. The untested redheader's pert Loretta Young knocker heaved as she breathed heavily, one lilliputian Theodore Harold White hand frantically rubbing her pussycat while the other stroked a big black cock. Her eyes fell upon her sis's face, buried in her mother's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the tiniest little"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just loud enough to prompt B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."looking at over there Mrs Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old Virgo girl is watching her big babe eating mummy's twat. Then she's hearing mom shrieking and going BUCK WILD ! What do you believe she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karenic moaned, wildly kicking her longsighted white peg in the air and purposefully grinding her pussycat against her erstwhile daughter's nerve as she turned her head to see Becky. The middle-aged Elwyn Brooks White wife and mother blushed when she looked into her daughter's wide of the mark blue-blooded eyes, but she couldn't bet away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big black stud a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karen had ever seen her.

Becky met her female parent's blue-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her female parent, Becky felt compelled to search away in embarrassment and dropped her gaze to the studio apartment floor. Yet Becky found herself ineffectual to resist raising her optic discreetly as her face still pointed towards the floor.

"It's O.K. sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her stymy pure daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah baby girl. scout. '' B-Love growled. `` ticker yo'mammy get her pussy eaten by your big sistah. '' The rapper turned back to Karen."Hey momma, why don't you tell your immature daughter how it feels to have her big sister eating your slit ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed as she felt her orgasm building."PLEASE !"

"William Tell HER, jade !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how sound it feels ! William Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT FEELS SO trade good ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO proficient !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's bluish-violet center. The young redhead's mouth was spread, gasping for air as she rubbed her young pussy faster and faster, bucking her pelvic arch to adjoin her own tidal bore fingers. It wasn't sufficiency ... she was do-or-die for more. She let go of the black rooster she stroked with one paw and put both of her hands in her pussy, wildly finger-fucking herself with both hands. It still wasn't enough. She bit her lower lip in sexual thwarting as she watched her female parent and sister cavorting with one of her ducky rappers and another big black he-man. Her optic fell upon her Sister's grimace, buried in her mother's kitty-cat. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the macho-man she'd been stroking. Without a parole being exchanged, the macho-man knew that B-Love wanted him to back off. He'd get his probability soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love inspire Karen."William Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's natural language is making you for YOUR FIRST HUGE nigger peter !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's center."I'm SO WET RIGHT NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs Davenport."Do you call up SHE'S cook yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's eyes widened when they heard B-Love's question. Karenic looked at her beautiful virgin girl. Looking back into her female parent's eyes, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the question. Karen wanted to pull in these beautiful Negro men happy. She wanted to give them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughters ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt interest for her younger girl. All of these men were very large, and Becky was midget ... and still a Virgo. Karen was n't for sure Becky could handle a huge lightlessness pecker. `` I ... I do n't recognize. ``

'' You do n't make love ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty adolescent redheaded woodpecker. `` Well, let 's find out, shall we ? '' turn, the onyx skinned rapper walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The pretty red-haired stripling quickly stood up from her chair to greet the rapper. `` 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 blackamoor weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular legs as he slowly approached her. It was bigger than any of the early black peter she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the short Virgo the Virgin was distracted by the site of his angry ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's cock. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the biggest ... I mean ... I 'm your fully grown ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teen 's chin, lifting her face up and gently compelling her to look him in the eye.

'' The openhanded ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering albumen chin with his duncish black thumb.

'' I 'm your biggest fan ! '' Becky finally managed to puff. Forced to look into B-Love 's brass, rather than his huge turncock, Becky began to jet excitedly. `` I 've love all your medicine ! I listen to you all the clip. I 've seen your videos, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an opaque moan when B-Love boldly reached between her wooden leg, cupping her virgin puss in his prominent black hand, then brazenly slipped two hanker black digit up into Becky 's virgin teen pussy and immediately caused the sexually-charged teen to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to whimper uncontrollably as the rapper slid his finger's breadth deeper inside her and purposefully feel fucked her pinko Virgo the Virgin twat. Becky instinctively began to jerk her virgin flannel snatch against B-Love 's probing soot black digits. Her Lester Willis Young physical structure shivered, her toes curled, her articulatio genus buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her au naturel ovalbumin eubstance into B-Love. The knocker 's rock-hard cock pressed against Becky 's flat flannel tummy and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing distance trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard black abs and Becky 's soft white flesh. Feeling B-Love 's cock pressed against her Whitney Moore Young Jr. consistence, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her firm white titty.

"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 mighty Mrs. Davenport. Your lil'girl ain't near wet enough to pick out a big nigger cock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing black shaft pressed against her eubstance and genuinely afraid she might never bonk what it 's duration felt like inside her body. Slipping her hands between their soundbox, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge black pecker in her tiny egg white work force, her finger's breadth unable to reach all the way around its girth. She gripped the big total darkness beast as proficient she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your openhanded fan ! I want to cave in you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the reasonably red-haired stripling's face to calm her. He kissed her tenderly on her frontal bone, then looked over his shoulder joint at Frank Davenport, flashing the frustrated father a prankish smile and a wink. `` Well, I 'd detest to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can picture something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her side by side to her mother 's head. B-Love then walked around Karen 's head and stood polar Becky, facing the pretty red-haired teen with his Brobdingnagian total darkness peter swinging inch above her mother 's facial expression. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's cock as B-Love in bend reached over and resumed fingering the young redhead 's virgin twat ... her mother 's grimace trapped between the two of them.

"Karenic,"the rapper called out loudly enough for frank to hear."Do you have any ideas on how we can get Becky here WETTER ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's manus, still fingering Becky 's dripping virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karenic whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big lilac-blue optic and unresolved gasping mouth, inches from her young pussycat and realized what was in fund. The eager-to-please Melanerpes erythrocephalus looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my snatch ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a heavy idea ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's mind. `` Now THAT sounds like a GREAT way for you to get good and wet for BIG pitch blackness stopcock, is n't that correct Karenic ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her kitty-cat 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 pussy. She bucked her hips… meeting Sarah's probing spit and feeling her orgasm drawing closer and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your girl too, and she 's eating YOUR kitty-cat ! What's the difference ?"

Sarah Davenport, auditory sense and watching this event unfold, briefly raised her mouth from her mother 's pussy. `` Yeah mom, what 's the departure ? '' Without waiting for a reply, Sarah intensified her rape on her female parent's married puss, hungrily licking and sucking her female parent 's clit as probed her mother 's pussy with her spry white fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her hips wildly.

Seeing the wife and mother was snug to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunts. He grabbed one of Karen 's hands and placing it on his cock, future to Becky 's hand.

'' Feel THAT, Mrs. davenport ! '' the knocker bellowed. `` flavour how BIG and THICK and LONG and HARD that NIGGA tool IS ! THAT is a real number MAN 'S putz ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the long ebony light beam along with her younger daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you require Becky to turn a loss her virginity to real MAN ... a BLACK MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your daughter 's first turncock to be a BIG BLACK stopcock ? Do n't YOU desire to be fucked by a BIG Shirley Temple turncock tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her rose hip violently into Sarah 's face. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist joint in both helping hand and frantically grinding herself against his probing dactyl. `` YES ! FUCK ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the petite redhead around in his arms and getting her to kneel on the anchor desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful boldness.

'' Karen, no ! '' hotdog Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to help her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karenic 's husband 's Word and used them for his own twisted aim. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. Davenport ! You came here to serve your daughter ! wellspring, Becky needs your help right now ! Wo n't you help her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karenic screamed, her body shaking as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her youngest girl 's virgin puss, just column inch from her face.

'' THEN William Tell HER WHAT SHE want TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` William Tell HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER GOOD AND WET AND READY FOR BLACK FUCKING ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her body shaking with excitement as she felt her mother 's breathing time on her youth pussy. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... leaving TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... HONEY ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big black cock and opened her eyes, looking up and seeing her girl's wet pink twat hovering inches above her back talk. `` LET mama ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one mighty arm around Becky 's slender white shank and eased her down towards Karen 's spread mouth.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's easy lips brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's urgent osculation on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her mother 's eager glossa flick her piffling knock button !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his tongue pushing into her back talk while her mother 's lingua pushed into her wet Virgin cunt.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT FEELS SOOO good ! ! ``

The nubile carrottop began wiggling her hips, grinding her slit into her beautiful mother 's athirst mouth. Becky 's midget white hands clutched B-Love 's huge black cock almost like a handle, hugging it against her monotone white pot and stroking it. Her hands were joined by her female parent 's. B-Love 's black cock being long enough that there was ample room for all four small white feminine hands to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! Karenic ! NO !"frank Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was his but daughter eating his wife's pussy, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own puss into her mother 's mouth !

"Whiteboy, shut the shag up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll ejaculate over there and knock your fucking dentition out with my big nigga pecker !"

rent stung Frank Davenport 's appal face as he watched his beautiful wife and daughters eating each other 's puss for the entertainment of a caboodle of nigrify tough. The flyspeck Edward Douglas White Jr. erecting growing in his trouser, not to name a cum-stain from earlier in the evening, seemed to mock all of his protests.

Within just a few minute Becky 's Whitney Moore Young Jr., lithesome ashen consistency began to hitch violently. Becky continued grinding her tender, inexperienced puss against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A unusual feeling like pins and needles tickled her back and shoulder joint ... not to mention her pussy.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to holler. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH screwing ! FUCK ! '' The petite redhead 's went very tense then suddenly started to shake violently, collapsing into B'Love 's potent lightlessness build. B-Love laughed, holding the fille stabilise as she threw her fountainhead back and screamed out a loud, opaque cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW SHIT MOMMA ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE BABY fille CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her head with lustfulness. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her kitty. The wife and mother 's smother screams were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding cunt on her mouth. Karen was cumming, hard !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her drenching wet face from her mother 's pussy and gasped for air. `` She 's SO love WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR inkiness COCK ! ``

Big Mike looked at the scene playing out in front line of him ... the beautiful blond he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty female parent, who in turn was eating out a tight-bodied redhead Virgo with a killer ass ... mother and two daughters. He could n't lease it any more. With a mighty bellow, Big mike blasted Sarah 's wet bloodless twat with his sticky, deep load. The blonde screamed.

Big mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty black pecs heaving with excitement, his cryptic brown eye wild with lustfulness. He looked over at Becky, riding her female parent 's face as she kissed B-Love 's chest and face. The immense rapper smiled at his married person B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a secure use for that little squawk 's mouth. '' 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 middle, kissed her back talk, then pushed the diminutive redhead over on her side. Big Mike slide Karen and Sarah 's sweating, naked White bodies around on the screen background as B-Love did the Sami with Becky. The mother and daughters went limp for their powerful black lovers, allowing their bodies to be arranged into a into a trilateral on the studio desk. As the studio apartment cameras followed every move, the three Davenport char were moved into position on the desk.

Karenic found herself with her head between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her fountainhead between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her head between her mother 's legs.

'' okeh peeress. '' B-Love said. `` If you want black stopcock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a s 's faltering, the mother and daughters dived into one another 's pussies, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, glutinous sex ... and all to please their black master key. The char needed no more prompting or educational activity. Karenic and her daughters'foresightful white limb intertwined, their placate white handwriting caressing one another 's flabby white peel, their athirst mouths kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each other in an urgent, acute sapphic threesome softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio lights and leering studio cameras.

Frank Davenport sat tied to his hot seat, sobbing as his family ... his wife ... his daughter ... debased and disgraced themselves on live telly. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen family and came in his gasp for the 3rd prison term that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handiwork, watching the mother and daughter he 'd seduced having sex with each former. 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 guide his prize whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and idea began to organize.

Big mike breathed heavily, watching the davenport women having a debauched lesbian threesome. His cock was already starting to tighten again. He 'd be ready again soon enough.

Shemar was busy, still fucking the capture 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't make any difference. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the plan and that the security measure guard that brought Becky in would be eager to take a crack at 'America 's sweetheart'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attention to the three Davenport women. A mother, her virgin daughter, and her fallen slut daughter ... three women in total ... and three black knocker. He took his eyes off the Davenport women for a moment and looked over at Shemar and Big microphone.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to kiss every inch of their beautiful white mother 's naked organic structure. The two Andrew Dickson White sisters kissed their way from Karen 's wet married twat, up her balmy flannel tummy, over her heaving white breasts, then up her neck ... to her face and mouthpiece. Sarah turned her female parent 's boldness to hers, pushing her wet pink tongue into Karen 's sass. Then Sarah gently broke off the buss and turned her female parent 's expression away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her mother 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 neck, resting her pretty blonde read/write head on Karenic 's left wing bosom, sucking the firmly pinko teat that had fed her as a sister. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red head on her mother 's right breast, kissing and sucking the heaving milky pitcher as Karen moaned softly. The two daughters'deal roamed all over their female parent 's naked egg white body, but returned time and again to her dripping wet cunt. Karenic returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waists, slipping her bridge player down between each young woman 's perfect ass brass and rubbing their hot young cunts from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving white titty, the pure adolescent looked around the studio apartment at the sex unfolding all around her, and the Brobdingnagian, hard Black cocks. Becky 's once innocent blue eyes filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her eyelids felt heavy with lustfulness as she felt her daughter 's pocket-size white hands exploring her voluptuous white trunk. Karenic pushed her fingers deeper into her virgin daughter 's pink pussy and smiled. `` You ARE wet beloved ! You are so fucking wet ! You 're even wetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her pelvic arch against her mother 's probing fingers. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... ass ! I ... I THINK I 'M cook ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T wish IF IT 'S wrongfulness, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG BLACK COCKS ! !

Karen Davenport opened her eyes, the smoky blue-violet looker filled with wanton gender 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 doorknocker ! 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 ! '' Karenic screamed. `` YOU 'D urinate 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 sorry ... but I sure as Inferno understand now ... thanks to your sister ! '' Karen turned to her Old daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO well-chosen ! 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 bet ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the number one time mom will ever have sex with a REAL man ... with a REAL tool ... a BIG blackamoor putz ! Is n't that right mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karenic gasped hungrily, her intemperate white breast heaving with excitement as she stroked her daughters'pretty hair and looked around the way at all the powerful black studs in the studio apartment. The formerly prim and proper married woman was overwhelmed with sexual inflammation. `` All these men are SO much FUCKING BIGGER than your father ... it 'll be like my foremost time all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about daddy ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her sire, then back at her mother.

Karen looked over at her husband, his side dripping with swither, his pants wet, his small erection barely visible in his genital organ. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their girl ravished by black men, his married woman seduced ... and he 'd done null. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a death chair ... never even putting up a fight. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their daughter had been compelled to ravish one another. All of it caught on camera ... broadcast on television ! Karen glanced at the cameras 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 next words ... and natural process ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her virgin daughter 's big blue air center, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired female parent leaned in stopping point and kissed her daughter deeply on the sassing. Her spokesperson dropped to a whisper, but the studio microphones and cameras still picked up her every word. `` We do n't need to worry about your Church Father. He does n't count ... marriage does n't matter ... saving yourself for marriage does n't weigh ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera nip, his obscenely heavy, rock-hard black-market cock grade with the two pretty redheads'faces. Both female parent and daughter smiled. Karenic instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony rod, trying to wind her slender white fingers around it 's grave girth, failing to close down completely around its heaviness. Becky 's puritanic eyes widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's peter in her hand. The Thomas Young 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 matters now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's monstrous black shaft in her tiny white helping hand. `` Big ... lightlessness ... dick ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense squawk ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red pilus as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the tv camera before adding. `` Why do n't we take in it quartz glass exculpated for the hoi polloi at menage. ``

'' Tell me Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the program. `` What exactly was it that made your Old girl throw away her involvement ? ``

'' BIG lightlessness COCK ! '' Karen cried out without hesitation.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio tonight, that made her SO ready to founder up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs davenport, '' B-Love let Karenic 's get married gens drip tortuously from his clapper. `` Tell us what brought YOU to the studio apartment tonight and has YOU ready to betray your marriage vows ? ``

'' BIG ... Shirley Temple Black ... rooster ! ! ! '' Karenic cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's cock in her hand.

'' DAMN RIGHT ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio apartment at Frank Davenport. `` Tell HIM ! TELL YOUR HUSBAND WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so lust drunk she could barely focalize her eyes as she looked across the studio and into her pathetic husband 's alarm face. `` I 'm about betray our wedding vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... thick ... HOT ... lightlessness ... NIGGER ... hammer ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one long heart finger to the hotdog Davenport, then the television camera. B-Love 's digit was longer than most Patrick Victor Martindale White men 's fully erect penis ... and it was slick with Becky Davenport 's puss juice, and just a bit of her line.

'' So a good deal for your good family values, white America ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and watch while your married woman and girl BEG to be FUCKED by BIG BLACK nigga turncock ! ``

The heat in the telly studio apartment was vivid, not just from the studio lights, but from the body heat generated by the debauched interracial drunken revelry unfolding in front line of the camera. The photo was being programme resilient across the body politic was senior high definition picture of high contrasting flesh tones, a to the full colour picture of Negroid and Caucasian flesh. The"whole Truth"mainstay desk was a hatful of naked, writhing bodies… backbreaking black muscularity and soft white cutis, shining with sweat. All of the men involved were black, virtually of them extremity of the rap chemical group"Black phallus ”. All of the cleaning lady involved were white, but they came from a kind of backdrop.

Just a few hours earlier, the beautiful blonde tv set presenter and intelligence correspondent Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap group"Negroid Phallus ”. Within minutes, those rappers had introduced the love married white diarist to the vivid power of disastrous dick. The well-endowed white reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on alive telecasting, along with her pretty brunet composition artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah davenport, had joined the doorknocker'director Tom Watkins at the backbone desk and taken over the broadcast. Having already been seduced by grim studs the previous night, Sarah soon stripped off her own clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took persona in the mixed bacchanalia unfolding in the studio… knowing full well that it was being broadcast into homes across America… including her parents'plate !

Sarah's baby, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Shirley Temple genus Phallus's medicine. Sheltered as she was, the group's explicit words titillated her and the virgin T. H. White teen had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the group. She learned far more than she could have got imagined. She saw them seduce not only Jessica McFarland, but video footage of her sis getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of sound conversations with her baby and an anonymous mordant rivet, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio that night to ease up up her virginity to one of these black studhorse. She'd had no mind that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karenic Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come base and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching interracial porno that masqueraded as a ‘ medicine video ’. As if that weren't outrageous enough, Karen then realized that the television in head starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her elbow room, the married woman and mother continued watching her video in shock. The knocker on TV had their way with the middling white diary keeper, a professional person white woman just like Karen, who seemed to enjoy every minute of being used as a blackened scantling's sexual plaything. Soon Karenic's shock turned to tickling. So enthrall by the events unfolding on her TV sieve, Karenic didn't notice Becky slip out of the household until the virginal teen was speeding out of the driveway. Karen instinctively knew where her girl was going and quickly called her husband for assistance. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to contain Becky from doing something awful… but deep down, there was a hidden the true. When Karen and her hubby arrived at the studio, they were in time to arrest Becky from losing her virginity, but Karenic was quickly overwhelmed sight of the nigrify scantling in the studio and the smell of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to stop either one of her daughters, but not only that…she wanted to join them ! The stud poker weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughters tantalization and score her, making her mock her hubby, making her give them her wedding ring, and offer them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The stud from Black Phallus reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married Patrick White diarist on hold out goggle box, they'd snagged her make-up creative person too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the journalist's personal supporter, who they'd seduced the previous 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 virginal sis and materialistic mother into the doorknocker'devilish clutches ! Now all five beautiful tweed women were now professing their desire and devotion to black hammer on go television… and two of the bitch hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and virgin's round, and B-Love, leader of the rap group, had something special planned.

"All right everybody, listen up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one hand stroking his huge blackamoor pecker, while the other fingered his necklace made of white cleaning woman's halo."It's meter for Mrs. Davenport and Becky here to get some jigaboo prick in those fiddling white pussies ! This here is a virgin and her moms, and let's not forget big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out command for everybody to assume their optimum post ‘ on stagecoach ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to carry Calluna vulgaris, the brunette make-up girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, thick black member still buried in her bit, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his seat, guiding the naked whitened 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 fount lit up with a big smile when she looked down and saw the black stud's rooster was just as farsighted and thick as Shemar's. The blond looker grasped her new devotee's cock in mitt as the two took a stead at the far end of the anchorman desk, future to Tom and Becky. Becky's phone stud gave a quick coup d'oeil at the vernal redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the macho-man that had seduced her over the phone, enthralled by the attention 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 sentence trail off quietly, seeing that her earpiece stud grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all right girl."The stud 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 break in that slight pure ass of yours. I'll be giving you your inaugural butt-fucking later tonight, baby wench !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the theory that she might be fucked in her ass ! The thought scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The studhorse laughed, then shoved his turncock 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 teeth, her big sorry eyes going extensive and looking up into a nearby camera that was capturing every second and transmitting it to television across the nation. One such television could be found in a waiting room down the hall from the studio apartment. There, Jessica's hubby was locked in, forced to view in revulsion as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a black cock fuck toy. He now simply stared at the sieve silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three Davenport women, Karen and her girl Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center area of the glass top news desk, their beautiful nude white bodies huddled together. Karen davenport sat on the desk, her branch draped over her daughter'unsheathed shoulder joint as the two miss knelt on either incline of her, their arms around her waist. The three naked grim rappers converged and moved side-by-side towards the livid mother and daughter. The three cleaning woman looked up at them, eyes filled with anxious lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his monstrous shameful cock in one deal as he stepped towards the three women."Who's going to be first ? The loving White wife, or the pure white virgin ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karen's hubby and the begetter of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled black men approached his family. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these black bastards… he'd seen his married woman Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky promise her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but watch. Now, again, he could do nil but watch as the three rappers took their place in front of the ‘ his'girls and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalize his humiliation. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these black strong-armer rapper ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so happy for so many year, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY devote herself and their immature daughter to these THUGS they'd just met hour ago ... the same disgraceful men who had seduced their oldest daughter ? No ! Even now hot dog refused to believe it. Even now, Frank thought he might be able to stop this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"Karen !"Frank screamed plaintively, trying to ignore B-Love's earlier scourge of furiousness."love, PLEASE ! OPEN YOUR eye ! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR sept !"

Karen didn't respond to frankfurter's pleas. She didn't really even hear them. By now she was completely under the spell of the three total darkness rappers standing proud and naked before her and her daughters. Her big violet centre scanned their darkness, rippling mesomorphic chests, then dropped downward. Karen let skid a faint whine as she looked at the three magnificent black cocks that swung at her eye-level barely one-and-a-half understructure from her typeface.

B-Love glanced back at frankfurter triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an opportunity 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 trance, but not taking her eyes off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at dog, then looked back down at Karen."He wants you to acquire a LONG, HARD feel at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her eye darting from B-Love's cock, to Shemar's, to Big microphone's… back and Forth."Long. Hard !"Karen dropped her arm from Sarah's articulatio humeri and began to rub her own pussy as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"KAREN !"Frank whined."Can't you see this is wrong ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big smutty shaft in his handwriting."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it gamy, stroking it in his large black hand, showing off shaft's distance, cinch, and hardness, mocking dog's protest.

"Energy Department this feel damage to you, Karenic ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of voicelessness as she stared at B-Love's cock. She dropped her early arm from Becky's shoulders, and now began to rub her pussy with both deal."That doesn't flavor wrong at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their mother, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their pussies while staring at the big melanise knocker'cocks.

"Karenic !"hotdog yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! think ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR FAMILY !"

B-Love brought his huge cock upward, the thick apple-sized dark-brown head barely just a human foot from her typeface.

"Yeah Karen. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking wiener's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR family unit !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM intellection of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karenic gasped, her full-of-the-moon white breasts heaving with excitation as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rapper'huge black hard-on and rubbed her pussy frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karenic squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's huge black stopcock, a foot long and the coloration of deep deep brown. She glanced over at Shemar's cock, just as long, but a bit thinner and lighter in color, almost like coffee tree with emollient. She then looked over at Big Mike's prick, dark Brown and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's hammer, but still MUCH larger than hot dog's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were to a greater extent than TWICE the size of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL leash of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rappers'erections."All THREE of you are TWICE AS LARGE as Frank !"

frank heard the excitement in his married woman's voice and his heart sank. He knew she was beyond his attempts at reasoning. He was about to suffer the womanhood he loved to these sadistic punk rapper. Frank began to cry, not in masculine reserved teardrop, but heaving sobs. Desperate to stop them, hotdog tried to consider of what he could do to prevent his wife from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"dog sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"Frank nearly choked on his split."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-God's demeanour."looking, dad's CRYING now !"

"Daddy, finish it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her virgin kitty-cat frantically on unrecorded television while staring at Big Mike's huge black penis.

"wienerwurst, unagitated down."Karen admonished her husband."stop thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should want the Best for us… your daughters…and your married woman !"

"I couldn't have put it sound myself, Mrs. Davenport."B-Love smiled."The BEST is exactly what you're gon na get … the BEST fucking you've ever had in your lily white lifespan, and it's gon na be from a BIG, BLACK, COCKS. All three of you, mother and girl, side by side of meat, all three gettin'FUCKED by NIGGA THUG RAPPERS ! Now THAT'S the screw BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her wide violet eyes darting hungrily from one big smutty cock to the next."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 tacky, glancing at wiener davenport, malevolently taunting the get the better of husband and forefather."Which one am I going to be intimate 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 woof which one of these big nigga stopcock is gon na impair your sweet virgin Becky, and which one is gon na be intimate that hot married Edward Douglas White Jr. pussy of YOURS ! The early will be fucking Sarah, flop beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her wax milky tit heaving excitedly."H…how will I chose ?"

"Feel ‘ em bitch."Big Mike grunted."stroking these nigger gumshoe, give ‘ em a squeeze, feel how HARD and THICK we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big microphone's cocks, stroking one in each of her midget white mitt."God…you're all so…SO…"Karen couldn't finish her condemnation. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"precipitation mom."Sarah said, wantonly, queasy to see her mother and sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her lower lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's turncock as she fingered her pussy."Oh God…hurry."

Karen sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big microphone's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own Brobdingnagian cock closer to Karenic's fount. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's cock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how much of his prick was still seeable outside her grip.

"Well Mrs. Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karenic looked up the rapper towering over her, his reflective sunglasses mirroring her reflexion. She saw herself naked, stroking his huge black putz. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the moderately rings… her wedding ring… Sarah's employment pack. His trophy. Karen glanced over at Becky's promise gang, the symbolization of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her tiny white deal as she frantically rubbed her twat. It was so pretty… but would search 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 didactics she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karen said, looking up at B-Love's serene, confident sinister human face."Give mommy your promise 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 redhead quickly lifted her hand from her pussy and pulled the hoop from her finger, handing it to her mother with almost comical speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the laurel wreath of her hired man and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum band so delicate, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's honorable for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's oral fissure broadened into a joyous, brilliant grin."You are truly a rattling mother."He said, taking the tintinnabulation from Mrs davenport's trembling Andrew D. White mitt. B-Love gently slipped the ring over the damp end of Sarah's battle ring, next to Mrs. Davenport's wedding ring. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the naked female parent and daughter before him on the desk.

"Okay Karenic, you've selected me to be the first man to jazz 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 world-class REAL man ?"

Karen looked back and Forth River between Big mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a handsome boldness, suave café latte skin, muscular thorax, and a big black putz. He looked like he would be aristocratic, in spite of his muscular build. Then Karenic considered Big microphone. While all three of the knocker were muscular, Big Mike was just fucking vast, like a black hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulder joint looked like they were three human foot across. His pectoral muscles were Brobdingnagian, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominal, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his cock. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so compact, almost like a Cola can. She reached forward with both of her hands, taking a doorknocker's prick in each. She stroked them, admiring their duration, rigorousness, girth. Again she marveled at their size, the way their tegument color contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You better break up fast ma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over close-fitting to Becky and stroked her blushing impudence with a powerful black deal."otherwise, they might BOTH fuck you at the same time… and I'm not sure you can handle all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karen gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two cock in her hand."Together ! ?"Karen's mind flooded with double of herself being ravished by both of these stud poker at the same fourth dimension, their huge cocks pistoning in and out of her body… beloved God, what would it be like ?

"Oh HELL no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her reverie."Don't you DARE take up both of them ! I need more black tool !"

"Yeah sister, one for now."Big Mike chuckled."If you want to get brainsick later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll triple squad you and make you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karenic gasped, her big reddish blue center going across-the-board 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 fervour did not go unnoticed by Big Mike.

"Fuck yeah !"Big mike laughed. The seduced blanched wife was responding to his dirty talk, and he ran with it.
"You like that mind, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed white puss, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your slit is as stringent as hers ? tell apart me mommy, is it ? Is your pussy as tight as your girl's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a genuine man in that pussy yet, have you ? Sarah may have been a Virgo the Virgin yesterday, but she's had a few spade inside of her in the shoemaker's last XXIV hr. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG NIGGA COCK !"

Big Mike's dirty talking worked like a magic spell on the beautiful housewife. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residue on Big mike's cock as her daughter's own slit juice. The fluid slipped from under Karen's fingerbreadth as she stroked the huge black cock in her hired hand. As very much as this thinking should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opposite. She looked down at the fat black putz in her petite white paw. She couldn't even close her fingerbreadth around its girth ! 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 men."I want YOU to be my first… REAL man !"

"piece of tail YEAH BABY !"Big Mike hollered."Big microphone gon na teach you FOR real why your daughters are goin'BLACK ! BITCH, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE Saame !"

Big mike couldn't help but leer at Karenic's husband across the studio. Frank Davenport hung his school principal low and stared at the storey, unable to keep an eye on anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! seed here and FUCK ME with your BIG BLACK cock ! Take me while your boy fuck my mom and sister !"

"Hell yeah !"Shemar laughed."This bitch is ready to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone horn as he moved forward, placing his large black hands on Becky's bare white knees, then sliding them over her balmy, creamy thigh, 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 medicine she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ yucky'pipe dream about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The Lapplander man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch dim cock just about one foot away from her vulnerable uncorrupted cunt. Suddenly, at that moment, that cock looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fantasy of being deflowered by a huge melanise cock, the reality was just now hitting home. Becky's inexperienced Whitney Young mind flooded with questions. Was she really ready ? Could she address it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too lots. She panicked, beginning to buck and twist, almost as if she was trying to get away from the powerful calamitous doorknocker.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasps that built into frenzied screaming."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S GOING TO screwing ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, momma !"B-Love called to Karenic."babe girlfriend is getting common cold feet. You want to assist me fix this ?"

"calm air down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her nervous girl, but never taking her oculus off Big Mike's throbbing blackamoor shaft."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't fuck this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karenic looked over at Becky, seeing the fear in her daughter's big dingy eyes. She immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

"I'm distressing sweetie !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tone. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hair, then gently kissed her younger girl'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 new naked breasts quivering as her breast heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're xviii Becky, you're a big daughter now, you can do anything you put your mind to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! Mommy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be adequate Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe ma bird's got to show her baby bird how to fly for the world-class clock 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 guide by big nigra cock into your daughter's sweet white virgin pussy !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rearing mordant hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked fiery pussy. She imagined her minor Edward D. White hand grasping the rock-hard shaft and slipping it into Becky's private folds. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, blue 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 girl !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your babe get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty hired hand under Becky's slender white arms and cupping her firm white breasts, pulling her petite White River 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 shoulders, compelling her babe to hold laying back.

"It's okey sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO skillful !"

Not waiting for Karen's response, Big mike bodily lifting her curvaceous frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and midst as Karen was, Big mike's sinewy black-market muscular tissue handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed aught at all. He bent the sonsie red-haired beauty over the desk, her full moon, whitish whiten bosom pressed against the cold chicken feed screen background, her work force resting on Becky's bare White person thigh, and her font hovering above Becky's hot wet twat. She felt Big Mike's huge tool slap against her ass, then slue along the outer edge of her super-sensitive bitch sassing. Karen's violet eyes shot astray open at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karenic cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to thrust Big microphone's cock into her wet married pussy.

Big mike pulled back though, teasing Karen's snatch sass with the tip of his immense, thick cock.

"Easy girl. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG blackness DICK,"Big Mike said, rubbing his hot, toilsome cock fountainhead up and down Karen Davenport's smooth white ass and ping pussy lips,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The cameras moved in, following the activeness closely. One television camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Calluna vulgaris the war paint girl as they watched from the early end of the desk, they're black devotee still fucking them from behind. The studio apartment gang was recording everything they could for alternate Angle and takes that could be released later on DVD and websites. The two early camera in the studio apartment were focused on the Davenport women, and their seduction at the hands of the Black member rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his dick just over a substructure from Karen's face.

"Take my cock in your bridge player Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knee and spreading her legs."Guide my black cock into your girl's white-hot virgin cunt. Give me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karen whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big mike encouraged the hesitant female parent. He cupped her smooth curvy flannel ass with his powerful back hands, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass impudence to divulge Karen's wet, hungry married pussy.

Karenic whimpered as she felt Big Mike's rough, unattackable hands rubbing her soft white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big microphone's bridge player slip away. Karen was about to bend around and protest when she suddenly felt something pressing against her kitty-cat lip, then beginning to slip interior. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sensation, desperate for more than intimate middleman. Her move was rewarded by the touch of something boneheaded slipping into her wet pink cunt, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! FUCK ME !"Karenic moaned at Big mike, while looking into Becky's all-embracing grim eyes."YES ! Your turncock is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her pussy walls stretching to conciliate Big Mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big Mike laughed out loud."kick, that ain't my turncock ! That's just a couple of my finger's breadth ! dogshit, how fucking SMALL is your hubby anyway ?"

Karenic looked over her berm and saw that indeed, Big mike's shaft was in his hand, while his other paw was down between Karen's pegleg, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me squawk,"Big Mike tapped Karen's ass playfully with his thick, shake intemperately pitch-dark cock."When I put THIS inside you, you'll fucking KNOW !"

"Please ... Please fuck me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will baby, but first you need to avail your daughter get hers."Big mike whispered quietly, in his trench gravelly voice."Every in you give her…Big microphone will give YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent grass over the desk and holding her sister's shoulders, and whispered in her ear."assistance ‘ em out girl. Give them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat blackamoor cockhead pushing into her Edward Young white body."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her mother and sister on the brink being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her slit."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! help oneself her see the verity !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."Guide my cock into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big risque eyes welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

Looking her daughter right in the eye, Karen reached a trembling hand out and grasped B-Love's deep black slam in her vibration white helping hand. The doorknocker stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her mother pointed his peter at her virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in unbelief."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her voice trailed off, Becky's mind so conflicted between reverence and lust she found herself ineffective to organize consistent sentences. In spite of her mental confusedness, her physical structure was responding very positively to Becky's surroundings. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with excitement and she began to buck her hips involuntarily, causing her firm, Danton True Young titty to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock almost as if in a enchantment and easing the doorknocker finisher and closer to her virginal 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 slit."Get that dick inside her, and I get this dick inside you."He tapped Karenic on the ass again with his fat, labored black cock.

Becky stared at the Brobdingnagian black cock in her female parent's hand."Yes."She breathed, her young dresser heaving, making the site of her quivering tits ever more taunt. Her big down in the mouth heart darted back and Forth River between her mother's beautiful white boldness and B-Love's beautiful black shaft. Then, Becky glimpsed a figure between her mother and B-Love… a material body in the back basis, tied to a chairperson. Her Church Father."delay ! What about…"

"What about what truelove ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing black member closer to Becky's young white puss as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our kin ?"Becky asked, her big profane eyes 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 topper 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… papa ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karenic asked, staring at the cock in her hand, feeling Big microphone now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"pa !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her drumhead and glancing at her defeated, demoralise husband, still tied to a chairman off photographic camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her grimace back towards Becky and nod towards Frank davenport, tied to his chair.

"Yes, dad !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh dear !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her girl'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 ensure she held Becky's full attention, her mother gently lifted B-Love's pecker upward, pointing it to the studio cap and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its length. Making certain her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's heavy ignominious formal, then gently slid her lingua up each Black in of B-Love's foot-long cock.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the sight of her female parent slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's best-loved doorknocker's enormous dim cock. As she watched her female parent reached the tip of B-Love's prick, Becky watched her roll her tongue around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own tongue out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to match her mother's technique.

Karen then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio camera closed in on the action at law, studying the central between mother and daughter.

"well ?"Karen asked, awaiting an answer to her question as she lowered B-Love's glistening black hammer and pointed its pulsating apple-sized head directly at Becky's virginal pinko flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her previous train of thought.

"Do you think we need to worry about daddy anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring pie-eyed at B-Love's rampant black peter.

Karen smiled."Are you set now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's shaft. Just then, Becky saw a beadwork of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the viscous pearly fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brown head. Becky's big blue eyes widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… protection ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his fountainhead slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her daughter's face and shaking her caput sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to pretend him put a condom on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing bead of pre-cum forming on B-Love's cock tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's peter again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected pussy. The bead of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching downward and hanging from B-Love's cock for a few second gear, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed cunt mouth ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, thick semen sliding down her inexperient pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big blue eyes looked down past her Whitney Moore Young Jr., slender white body, over her pert, creamy tit, over her flat white tummy, over her fiery red Virgin pussy, between her spread white thighs and up at the HUGE black cock that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her female parent stroke B-Love's cock, forcing another pearl of pre-cum to form at its tip, grown this meter, the pearly white fluid began to ooze from the rapper's engorged Diospyros ebenum erection and gently splatter across Becky's naked lily-white body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her pretty mamilla heaving as her respiration began to vivify."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just have it off me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"commodity girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's cock, motioning him to step forward and lay claim his Virgin plunder ! She glanced over her shoulder at Big mike, who was still stroking his dick and waving it teasingly over Karen's bout Theodore Harold White ass. He nodded his favourable reception and backed up slightly, letting his huge, throbbing opprobrious tool drop downward and between Karenic's legs. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her black-market masters, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the fucking so desperately desire. She felt the tip of Big microphone's hot, fat, turncock head teasing her hot, thirsty pussy backtalk, 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 skittish but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's gracious girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now give yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the immense black shaft that her female parent held barely one inch from her offspring Virgo cunt. Shivering, her chest heaving with hullabaloo, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hips. Then, a one-half a second later, for the first time in her biography, Becky Davenport felt the signature of a MAN'S COCK on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sensation of B-Love's throbbing ignominious cock head lightly running along the length of Becky's soft garden pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH FUCK ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - contribution TWENTY ONE : like MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER"

Frank Davenport sat tied to a chair in a KNEN boob tube studio watching in helpless horror as three thug doorknocker shattered his stallion existence, barely able-bodied to grok how he had fallen so far in one day.

That sunup weenie had had the perfect whiten suburban life story. He worked as a youth minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a kinsperson that respected and followed his religious feeling. His pin-up wife Karen worked as a legal secretary and had given him two beautiful daughter. Their former daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful vernal businessman and held a esteemed job as executive assistant to the television news lead Jessica McFarland. His vernal daughter, Becky, was soon to graduate high gear school and had recently been accepted to an Ivy conference university. dog could not consume been more prouder of his family.

That afternoon Frank was at a church get together when his wife called him, hysterical, almost inexplicable, but insisting their daughters were in peril and demanding Frank come home immediately. Frank raced house to retrieve Karenic standing in front of their house. Before he could pull into the drive, Karenic rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering dog to motor to the KNEN network studio, where their sometime girl worked. Karenic, her boldness blushing, thorax heaving, and eyes glazed over in shock, launched a manic story as Frank horde. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described find, each detail Karenic described was more horrible than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, design on saving their daughters'someone. It all seemed so artificial, yet when Frank arrived at the studio apartment, he witnessed the horrible realism with his own eyes. Just as his wife had described, hotdog saw a mathematical group of enceinte, muscular Black person men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's journalist Jessica McFarland and a young brunet hotdog didn't recognize… all of them naked. Frank had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his daughters.

Frank saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure offspring cleaning woman he'd watched her spring up up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning blank jade allowing herself to be ravaged by a black man at the studio anchorman desk. Seeing this, hotdog immediately feared that his youthful daughter, Becky, might be in memory for the same fate. His fears proved apologise minute later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a flimsy bra and pantie and announced her desire to recede her virginity yet another one these ravening black men. frankfurter begged Becky to continue her virginity, but his protests were ignored as both his daughter and their companions instead focused their tending on Frank's wife. Karen had accompanied wiener into the studio apartment, and like him was witnessing her daughter debauchery with her own oculus. Now, hot dog was subjected to his girl'taunts as they brazenly challenged their mother to either plunk for their Father-God's protest, or submit herself to the torrid, interracial riot. To weenie's repulsion, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her daughters'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in sinful congress with these perverted black devils. When weenie tried to interfere more forcefully he was tied to a chairwoman and forced watch as cameras circled the soundstage, devouring the action like a large number of hungry wolves and broadcasting every moment to television set and net. Screams, moans, and other guttural noises reverberated all around the studio set.

In the eye of the studio apartment, on a large glass anchor desk, a scene of naked, unbridle debauchery unfolded under the hot lights.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunette make-up fille, Heather, were both bent over one end of the foresightful, crank anchor desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very gravid black men. At the early end of the spyglass tabular array, Frank Davenport's wife and daughters were engaging each of the three black rappers, all of them together, all of them naked. hotdog watched his wife and daughters… ineffective to block up their debauched demeanour, unable to count away from it, and ineffective to suppress the mild erection growing in his pants which betrayed his fundamental acceptance of Black manlike authorization. Tonight, Frank Davenport, along with the rest of United States, was learning the"Whole Truth"about dark men's intimate mogul.

Sarah, Frank's Old daughter, stood on one leg behind the anchor desk, lifting her former foot off the floor and resting her knee on the desktop, spreading her legs for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hips as he slowly thrust his thick, chocolate cock in and out of her pretty blonde pussycat.

The rappers took their time with dog Davenport's wife and youngest daughter, building sexual tension, partly for display, partly to further titillate the previously conservative white women. Neither Becky nor her mother had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any promise Frank davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the glass desktop in front end of and under Sarah. Her young, lithe, naked white eubstance practically glowed under the studio apartment lights. Her pretty red-haired school principal was cradled in her older baby's gentle hands. wienerwurst had watched as the doorknocker'leader, B-Love, approached Becky's quiver, vulnerable blanched consistency. Frank saw his daughter's big blue eyes lock onto the knocker's grievous blackened cock, shake grueling and hanging ominously between her spreading white knees. Becky was a Virgin, never knowing the feeling of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously orotund. Having originally been an eager participant, Becky suddenly looked unsettled. Frank had latched onto this glimmer of hope, and called out to his girl to resist.

wiener's pleas were mocked by the knocker, who decided to work Becky's mother against her founder in a distorted battle of wills for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only let Karen to be fucked by black men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to guide his cock into Becky's cunt.

This, weenie Davenport had thought, would surely be too outrageous and disgusting of an act for Karen to accept. Sarah might have been lost, but Frank clung to the desperate hope that Karenic would come to her senses and redeem their daughter and herself from the batch of these disgusting thugs.

Frank was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife set over the desk, next to their aged daughter, then leaned across their younger daughter's naked white soundbox. Karen's heavy, soft white breasts gently grazed her Becky's flat white tummy and creamy Andrew D. White thigh. Using one helping hand, Karen stroked Becky's frontal bone and silky red pilus. With her early deal, Karen reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony cock. Her spry digit quickly circled the rock-hard shaft, though its wooden-headed girth prevented her fingertips from merging. A pale scratch on one finger betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding closed chain, given to B-Love as a souvenir of her new trueness to him. Gently gripping the huge Joseph Black artillery in her tiny white hired man, Karen began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her female parent and sister.

Another rapper, an ebony-skinned muscular whale called"Big microphone"stood behind Karenic. This hulking black toughie stroked Karenic's satiny red hair and defenseless snowy body with his dark, meaty hands. The tip of his own ebony manhood, rivaling the grotesque size of B-Love's, teased Karenic's hungry, get married slit. The doorknocker tormented the white housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his pecker up and down the duration of her burning purulent rim, working her into a desperate sexual craze, further persuading her to do exactly what the knocker wanted. Karenic responded increasing the velocity of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing Negro member towards her immature daughter's Virgo puss. B-Love took a step forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flat white pot and little red-haired muffin with his Brobdingnagian, melanise hand.

Becky craned her neck, supported by her sister's appease hands, to see the tip of B-Love's orotund Shirley Temple Black shaft moving closer and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the huge calamitous cock in their mother's flyspeck white hand as she guided it closer and closer towards its precious prize. B-Love sneered, flexing some brawn in his abdominal cavity, making his huge cock twitch and jump in Karenic's hired man like a raging, rampant animate being, threatening to go wild. All three women gasped excitedly.

weenie kept his center open, trying to be strong, but he didn't want to look out the ‘ degradation'of his wife and daughters any longer. He tried to deform away from the scenery on the anchor desk, but every where he turned, studio monitors in his line of products of vision displayed different tv camera slant of the ‘ activeness'unfolding a few feet away… the ‘ pollution'of his cute daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one monitor, he heard his darling sweet Becky expressage disbelief that her mother was actually going to help these rappers… weenie intellection, yet again, this might stop over everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their girl this was the right affair to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

Frank turned away from the proctor in revulsion, only to observe himself looking at another reminder, with another photographic camera angle. There, dog heard his wife and daughter talking about him. He heard his precious kitten convey vexation for his feelings… for the lot of their family. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous concerns, distracting her attention with a lurid display… cuddling and sucking the despicable black thug's cock as Becky watched !

frankfurter turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another monitor lizard, wiener 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 virgin 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 fervour … Bucking her hips, arching her back, lifting her pure ass off the surface of the table and bringing her Virgo pussy closer to the knocker's horrible, throbbing, black cock… and begging him to do it her !

Finally, frank sat staring at the monitor in a land of shock as the camera closed in on the moment that his precious Whitney Young Becky lost her virginity to a black doorknocker on live telly.

The CRT screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful garden pink folds shining with her excitement, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that thug's defilement. Then, from one side of the screenland, the throbbing, dripping black head of that monstrous black cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily E. B. White hired man. The studio was so quiet you could find out a pin drop. Karen davenport's used two finger to gently stroked her girl's dripping virgin cunt back talk, then gently part them opening her daughter's delicate folds as her other mitt brought the doorknocker's monstrous opprobrious cock that final inch.

A thick, white glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's putz. Karen gently shook the stopcock, letting the pearl drip mold from the turncock head and slide down over Becky's pure pussy. Becky moaned loudly. Another bead of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's putz.

This prison term, however, Karen did not escape from the stud's cock.

This clock time, Karenic spread her daughter's snatch lips with one helping hand and used the former to gently, purposely, guided the seepage, throbbing total darkness cock's tip directly into Becky's virgin congregation !

******

Becky davenport's reaction was immediate and extreme. The sexual stress was too a lot for the red-aired teen to bear. Her eubstance shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the little touch sensation of that majestic black tool on her pink Virgin pussy. Becky screamed, arching her back, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's whole apple-sized cock capitulum to slip into her virgin puss !

"OH ass"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine pussy opened for the low time by initiatory inch of B-Love's foot-long mordant tool ! photographic camera captured that minute of first contact and the wild look in Becky Davenport's big blue eyes, broadcasting her shock and exhilaration out to television receiver in homes across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karen cried out loud at the Lapplander moment, as she felt Big microphone's uncut girth slipping into her conjoin flannel cunt.

Big Mike had waited anxiously behind Karenic as she guided B-Love's cock nous into her Becky's virgin pussy. Just as the tip of B-Love's purplish-brown cock head slipped yesteryear Becky's outer lips Big mike anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her pussy and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karenic moaned, bucking her blanket White River hips backward against Big mike, anxious to submit more of his cock inside her. He was only about one or two inches in, but he was so often thicker than her husband that Karen could already find an sexual climax construction ! In her excitement, Karen's clasp on B-Love's jibe loosened ... and the rapper took reward of the fact by letting another inch of his grotesque black cock into Becky's Virgin twat !

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sensation a bare three inches of midst black tool pushing into her Virgin bitch had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this powerful Adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of trend. She'd masturbated listening to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the world was SO different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen Davenport screamed as she felt Big mike thrust two more inch of his fat black rod into her married cunt. His potent melanise hands grasped Karen's wide rosehip and lifted her curvy White person ass upwards, forcing Karen's face downward. Karen braced herself against the glass desk, her full whiteness breasts pressing against the poise transparent control surface. She glimpsed a studio cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld tv camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the photographic camera lens for a moment, briefly thinking about the fact that her riot was being broadcast on resilient television. Karen moaned, biting her lower lip and again grabbed the base of B-Love's pecker irradiation and continued guiding B-Love's shaft into her girl's virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her daughter Becky scream."He's.. so… DEEP !"

"Deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced white teen."turd girl, it's only a match inches. 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 column inch of his hammer into her virgin pussy. She looked down over her flat White River corporation, seeing that indeed, almost ten inch of B-Love's monstrous black cock had not yet penetrated her Edward Young snowy organic structure. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her vestal twat. It was tight, so tight Becky could give birth sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his cock ! Becky felt an acute pressure… then pain. Her big blue eye widened with sudden panic as her question 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 cock to fall away from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to hold her sister's shoulders. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to calm her younger babe."It's okay. It'll smart a trivial at first. It did end Night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE black cock between her legs. At that moment, it all seemed so frightening."I don't… I don't know…"

Big Mike lifted Karen up, driving another inch of his duncish black member into her luxurious white body. Karenic was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's directly white tummy… which in bout, pinned Becky to the screen background.

Karen Davenport was in her own world, completely oblivious to her untried daughter's panic attack, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful wife and female parent had never felt so adept, so full phase of the moon in her life history. Karen caught a glimpse of herself in the studio apartment monitor and saw that Big microphone had at least another six inches of dick that he had yet to founder her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big Mike's cock slowly slipping out of her pussycat !

"roll in the hay ME !"Karenic screamed, desperate for the rest of the doorknocker's cock."DON'T full stop ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to back her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her daughter's battle cry and saw that B-Love's peter had slipped out of Becky's puss.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karenic looked up at B-Love. He said nothing to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could hear the fear and panic in her girl's voice. She knew she should serve Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that moment was getting that amazing blackness cock inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky break 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 spooky face, big blue eyes full phase of the moon of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her centre locked on B-Love's shaft. She stared at it, her immature Patrick Victor Martindale White body shaking.

"dearest, you can stop 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 brow,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karen said, emphatically, feeling a wink of resentment towards her ‘ little girl ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the house tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's shaft in her hand."There are upshot for our natural process, young Lady !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother rend B-Love's shaft closer to her pussy again.

"You came down here to meet these rapper, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's cock in her female parent's hand.

"But not just to meet them, right ?"Karen continued, now bringing B-Love's dick just an inch from her daughter's pussy."You love this rap group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's manus, watching as her female parent brought it closer and closer.

"And how astonish would it be,"Karen said, guiding the tip of B-Love's cock to the entree of Becky's cunt."to lose your virginity to these celebrated, sexy black rappers ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's dick again touching her pussy lips, moaning as the sarcoid tip slid up and down her hot pink lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A small bit."Karen lied. She knew that a cock as thick and hanker and concentrated as the one in her hand would be tough for any fair sex to handle, let alone an eighteen-year-old Virgo."But after that, it's going to find unbelievable ! Besides, I'm sure if you ask him, B-Love will be blue with you !"

"Karenic !"Frank Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a chair this whole prison term, forced to catch as three black doorknocker took over his family. He'd given up his attempts to convince his married woman and daughters not to adulterate themselves for these Black person thugs, but Becky's protests rekindled his Hope."Your daughter is in pain ! These men are brute ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE shtup UP dog !"Karenic hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the fucking up !"B-Love growled."You sound learn that racist-ass ‘ animate being'dogshit ! You call us animals and we're just might pop actin'like creature !"

wiener shivered, terrified by his wife's reaction and the thug's threats, but still he would not be silent. This was his shoemaker's last chance to stop this insanity. He redirected his dissent toward his daughter."BECKY honey, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would mean they were raping you on populate television ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST TELL THEM YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT !"

Karenic quickly turned to back up to Becky and adopted a gentle tone.

"Sweetie."Karen whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's snatch lips."Your begetter thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to hold back. Tell him he's wrong. separate your Father-God you don't want to stop !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her female parent, then up at B-Love… his black font expressionless, his optic hidden by his mirrored sunglass.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nothing, his stoic brass betraying no emotion. Becky thought of the poster that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his black muscular tissue rippling, his fount that same stoic reflexion. She had to hide the post-horse, she could only get it out late at night ... she liked to reckon at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her lower lip. This was actual. That huge mordant rooster was very ! No more imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her forefather, to her mother. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still expressionless, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to occlusive !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."babe daughter says YES !"

"No !"Frank Davenport sobbed.

"child girl, Daddy doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, sister girl ! Tell daddy !"

"I don't want to break !"Becky said again, this time more emphatically."I don't WANT to quit, Daddy !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"goodness girl ! Don't stop !"Karenic sighed, holding B-Love's cock in her hand, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink virgin pussy. She felt Big microphone's cock slipping back into her hook up with white cunt, pushing a bit deeper than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T stoppage ! !"

"I DON'T WANT TO STOP !"Becky screamed this fourth dimension, lifting her coxa up, pushing her pussy forward and taking B-Love's big black peter deeper inside.

"That's good, gripe, ‘ cause I ain't GON NA fuckin'plosive consonant !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his dick into the writhing white virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

photographic camera closed in around the action, one focusing on Becky's fount, another on B-Love's cock being guided into her virgin pussy by her own mother's hand. Her mother's early hand clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S HERE, SWEETIE !"Karen moaned, still using her early hand to lead B-Love's cock into Becky's defenseless cunt as Big Mike continued teasing Karen's pussy with his shallow thrusts, giving her no more than five or six column inch of his cock.

"You're going to jazz it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's berm 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 lay down it. Her fingers were spread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the source of the unbelievable pressure sensation he was creating inside her untried body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling dark-skinned brownish muscles through the break between her delicate Theodore Harold White fingers. She admired the way his skin contrasted with hers. Becky could see a dim white band on her doughnut finger, where her ‘ sinlessness Ring'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her finger, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his bureau, her slender white fingerbreadth mingling with the closed chain of the heavy necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular black chest. She could palpate his affection whacking faster and faster, in clock time with her own. She could finger that Lapplander heartbeat pulsing in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ Virgo'pussy. B-Love's heart beatnik slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's cock sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched mitt, 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 female parent's hand guiding it in ! Becky gripped her mother's wrist joint and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's cock deeper inside her young white body !

"AAAAAAH Irish bull ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own actions."OH nooky ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! FUCK ! FUCK ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible pressure inside her, and then the annoyance she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling hotshot traveling from her kitty, up her spine and across her vertebral column, shoulders, and cervix. It was similar to the intuitive feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more powerful.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her Thomas Young body shaking. Her grip tightening on her mother's hand."OH…OH roll in the hay ! 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 daughter's flat Edward White tummy. Karenic found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony hard-on, in her mitt, slipping into her daughter's young, inexperienced cunt. Her face now pressed against Becky's belly, Karen could feel the incredible pressure of B-Love's tool driving into her daughter's eubstance. She knew from the astuteness of B-Love's cock and her Becky's demeanor that the doorknocker had to be pushing against her girl's hymen by this point, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The vitiate thought pushed Karen closer and closer to a intimate climax she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her orgasm rapidly edifice. She glanced over her shoulder at Big mike, her big violet eyes begging for everything that he could cave in her. Big mike was only seven inches inside her pussy, but he was deeper than her hubby 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 piece of ass ME ! YOU PROMISED TO FUCK ME IF I HELPED HIM return MY daughter'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! piece of ass ME HARD ! apply ME THAT unit COCK ... I'M ... release ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big mike teased."You ain't gon na get the all thing til your daughter does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's dick pushing unceasingly into her daughter's virgin pussy… but the knocker was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at to the lowest degree eight more inches left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karen Davenport begged."IT'S ... pickings ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... MORE, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big Mike teased. He exchanged a agile smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet eye towards Becky and watched her daughter's young lily-white titty quiver with her every deep, labored breath ... every column inch of opprobrious putz she took into her tight, good small twat ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, honey ?"Karen asked her girl, reaching out and stroking her human face,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the wizard ripping through her slender snowy torso.

Not waiting for a more perceivable reaction, Karen forcefully grabbed keep of B-Love's cock light beam and pulled it from Becky's snatch. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's hammer, the licking and sucking the promontory for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky davenport's big blue oculus widened, surprised and befuddled by her female parent's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laugh. This strumpet had lost her fucking mind, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karenic whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's turncock back into Becky's twat ... then pushing cryptic ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The rapper smiled and followed Karen's jumper cable, driving his peter into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, concentrated, and deeper than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in cushion, arching her backbone, her ripe bosom shaking on her heaving chest. The Becky felt the air pressure again ... then the pain ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT injury ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's gasp of protest was quickly silenced by one of Karen's manus. Karen's former hand pulled B-Love's cock deeper into Becky's puss. Daughter and mother's beautiful oculus met one another… Becky's full of shock and tears… Karen's full of lust and determination.

"It's time, Rebekah !"Karenic hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother guide B-Love's cock deeper into her babe's pussy. The untested blonde bucked her articulatio coxae excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting opprobrious cock."GIVE IT TO HER !"

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike bellowed his commendation at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her mother's hand, as she felt the painful sensation sharpen suddenly. She wrinkled her cute release nose and winced as she felt B-Love's putz driving deeper into her body, pushing against the underground the interior of her trunk was giving it ... a resistance that would never hold up against the mightiness of a black dick.

"That's just your Hymen sweetie."Karen moaned as Big Mike's hammer pumped her cunt faster and deeper to evince his blessing of her activity."He ... has ... to ... BREAK ... through ... YOUR ... HYMEN ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a piffling ... bit ... More !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the pretty virgin's maiden barrier with the tip of his ebony weapon as the girl's mother coerce and stroked his shaft. He looked down at the wanton whiteness wife and mother who guided his weapon. Karen returned his feel, her blue-violet center burning with intensity. B-Love knew the face very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's cock and reaching around his back, frantically pushing on his sinewy black ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karen's push. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the wretched white-hot bastard whose wife was begging B-Love to involve her daughter's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, MRS. Davenport."

"fucking HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for more black shaft and willing to do or gift anything to get it."pass on IT TO HER ! THE WHOLE THING !"

"KAREN !"Frank sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed smell in her female parent's eyes.

Karen ignored her skittish girl and continued to squall at the doorknocker."SHOVE ALL twelve column inch OF THAT BEAUTIFUL black COCK INTO MY girl ! TAKE HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! piece of ass HER ! piece of ass HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A hussy !"Sarah davenport laughed.

All three rappers smiled as the listened to the zoftig tweed female parent beg them to take in her youngest daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her body vibration as she felt B-Love's cock stretching the wall of her close Thomas Young pussy and pushing against her maidenhead."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karenic covered Becky's mouth and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to break through your hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few clip, loosening her stringent virgin cunt as best he could without breaking her hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her hips in time with B-Love's shallow drive, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained perfect control of the situation. The rapper drew his rosehip back, pulling all but about one inch of his rooster from Becky's pussy. The untried redhead writhed and whimpered, her moan muffled by her mother's appease hand.

"Let her talk Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karen nodded slowly and obeyed her dim headmaster, taking her hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger redhead immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's face. Becky could feel her wholly white body strain up. She involuntarily bucked her hips, but the rapper backed away a bit, making sure his prick didn't skid any deeper into the girl's pussy before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, Bitch ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant virgin, gripping her slender white waist with his hefty black hands to reserve her where he wanted her."You want me to contain ? Maybe you don't want to suffer your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a REAL MAN to get it on you ? Maybe you want some picayune high schooltime WHITEBOY with a piffling WHITE DICKIE to take your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG BLACK dick ! Maybe you want me to STOP ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! Take my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a herculean tingling sensation spreading across her unhurt E. B. White body as she looked up at the hefty disastrous rapper and the huge nigrify putz he had resting between her peg. She grew more emotional as she heard the quarrel coming out of her rima oris. She began to buck her hips furiously, desperately trying to take Sir Thomas More of B-Love's cock. Becky started to call."piece of tail ME ! shag ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK !"

Becky's father watched in horror, unable to look away from the nightmarish prospect unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a setting no self-respecting, bourgeois White person married man and beginner would ever desire to witness. frankfurter saw his beautiful wife Karen and their older girl Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a powerful Negroid rap artist… and both helping hold down his new daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. Frank saw Becky, also naked, with her long White person pegleg spread wide-cut around the waist of yet another hulking Shirley Temple Black rapper… one with a prick longer and thicker than Becky's forearm. Frank saw how Becky bucked her hip joint anxiously as she stared at that rapper's cock. Frank saw his beautiful married woman of over twenty years gripping that black thug's foot long putz in her petite whiteness hand… guiding it into their immature daughter's virgin pussy. Then, Frank saw the contraband tough knocker roughly grab his virgin daughter's slender white torso by the waist and uprise her articulatio coxae and ass upward. The stud violently flexed his muscular black ass, driving his powerful hips forward with one hefty, deep thrust, RAMMING all twelve inch of that ROCK-HARD THICK BLACK stopcock into her vestal blank cunt… taking Frank's daughter's sexual morality with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky Davenport shrieked as her Hymen was ripped apart by her front-runner rapper's rock-hard black cock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then thrust into her again… and again… and again. The hurting was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasance unlike any other that the virgin teenager had ever experienced. The slender carrottop writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her young Andrew Dickson White eubstance was overwhelmed by new sensations."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's older Sister Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help endure Becky's berm and head and steady Becky's young body for the continuing onslaught. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from fanny, her own weight unit being supported by Shemar's mighty black hands gripping her waist and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one hand, waving her other hired hand to her other side blindly until she found one of her mother's paw and gripped it. Feeling her mother's fingers wrapping around her own and her best-loved rapper's thick blacken stopcock thrusting deeper and deeper into her new ruined virginity. She bit her low lip, stifling her thigh-slapper as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the virginal young teen had never felt before. Becky felt animated for the for the first time prison term. 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 black man. The untested redhead soon began to buck and push up her white hips to meet B-Love's thrusting black cock. B-Love responded by increasing both the pace and drive of his thrusts.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender whiteness teen dead body jumped and convulsed as if an electrical current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his iniquity and brooding eyes, then lowering her regard. Becky studied his broad black-market chest and pecs muscles, glistening with fret. She then looked down further, at his rippling darkness abdominal muscles and his peg down hip joint, the dark peel contrasting with her creamy white second joint. Finally her oculus fell upon the radical of his powerful, thick Negroid cock between her legs, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her immature lily-white body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her spinal column violently, thrusting her pelvic girdle upward and holding her svelte white teen physical structure perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking contraband rap star gripped her waistline and thrust the fully length of his rock-hard coke-can-thick ignominious cock in and out of her trivial red-haired pussy. Her reasonably center seemed to glaze over as a woolgathering expression fell across her beautiful face. She threw her head back, closing her centre as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her loose mouth.
The squeal grew tatty, turning into a full belly laugh as Becky davenport announced to the creation that she had come… and that she was no foresighted a virgin.

The cameras confirmed the verity, capturing the image of a trickle of profligate pooling on the glass screen background between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her sister's head word, wiping the sweaty red fuzz 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 mightily black arms around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her firm white bosom as he continued fucking her from tail and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us take your Sister's virginity and score your mom, slut !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's words. She closed her center and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some sort of drug. She felt proud to have helped make her baby and her mother, and honored by the knocker's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The young blonde sighed, reaching one hired hand behind her to cradle the book binding of Shemar's head. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's sis screamed and writhed below on the desktop. A warm sensation passed through Sarah's body, she trembled and came as Shemar's thick black tool continued to pound her wet cunt.

Karenic Davenport's beautiful violet eyes locked on Becky's sweating, naked white signifier, more specifically at Becky's broadcast egg white thighs and the huge Joseph Black cock thrusting into her no-longer-virgin snatch. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasure than botheration. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her head back and forth. Karen saw the trickle of stock pooling on the desktop below her girl's cunt and watched how Becky bucked and twisted with every thrust from B-Love's terrifying, huge black cock.. the tool that Karenic herself had guided into her daughter's young lily-white torso. Karen had done this. Karen had helped turn her virgin girl into this ... fiend. She couldn't help but think that she should have 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 man.

Karen remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a entrant in high school. 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 column inch and three thrusts and it was over ... Karenic's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the clock time, but Karen felt nothing. She broke thing off, started seeing other cat, had better sex ... but was never quite satisfied. When she met Frank, she embraced his theology. She came to believe that the emptiness she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For days she had preached abstention to her girl, and the importance of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karen, the roll in the hay wife and PTA mom. What a stupid, silly, repressed cunt she'd been ! Now Karenic knew the truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody ugly of her. They were all pathetic whiteboys, with small dicks and no idea how to hump. What a wasteland ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious soundbox ... a actual man ... a BLACK man ... with A BIG BLACK hammer.

Karen felt so happy for her daughters. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never ask to know the comparatively discharge act of sex with a ridiculous egg white nonstarter like their father ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning face and felt so proud that she had ensured her younger daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"Good miss Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."upright girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her brass ..."trade good girl."... then her neck ... then down further, to her mature young breast."Such ... a ... estimable ... good girl ..."Karen breathed as her flaccid lips found her daughter's grueling pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the debauched sensation of a grim cock in her de-virginized cunt and her female parent's lips on her breasts.

Big microphone, the biggest and most brawny of the three black rapper, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her daughter's naked, quivering body. He gripped Karenic's extensive, white hip, raising her ass upwards towards him, his buddy-buddy mordant putz one-half buried in her married white pussy ... and from the way that puss gripped his cock, he could tell she was hungry for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her daughter's complete giving up to B-Love, Big mike knew it was time to give the sonsie T. H. White wife her reward.

Big mike slid his powerful calamitous hands around Karen's waist and under her labored, swaying knocker, kneading the soft, milklike white orb in his large, dark finger's breadth. As the rapper leaned forward to practiced grasp his fleshy booty, his throbbing black cock pushed two inches deeper into Karen's pussy, causing the luscious mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karenic growled, turning her foreland and looking over her articulatio humeri at the hulking contraband stud hovering over her."You're ... SO ... oceanic abyss ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'column inch to go girl."Big microphone chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karen hissed, making eye physical contact with her husband one last meter before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my daughter ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughters, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! take on ME ! roll in the hay ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big mike followed Karen's glance at her husband and sneered, then triumphantly thrust forward, practically laying on top of Karenic davenport's consistence and driving the entire length of his cock deep into her red-haired pussycat. His black, chiseled breast and abs rubbed against Karen's naked white back as he gripped her massive, Mexican onyx breasts in his coal-black workforce, squeezing them hard and pinching her teat as he passionately bit her shoulder.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karen davenport screamed as Big Mike rammed her sonant lily-white body in time with the early rapper's push into her younger daughter. . Big Mike pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch cock deeper and deeper into her married white cunt .... deeper than her hubby or any other man, had ever been. Wanting better leverage, the hulking inglorious rapper shifted his suitcase to Karenic's wide, quivering pelvic girdle. Doing so, he let free of Karenic's heavy white tits and allowed them to take a hop freely and furiously as her body was rocked back and forth by the violence of his speedy, relentless poking. The studio television camera captured every inch of her curvaceous naked white body and beautiful, joyful face as the married mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH BITCH !"Big mike laughed as he drove his cock into the curvaceous Elwyn Brooks White wife."How's THAT diddlyshit palpate ? You like Big microphone's big black stopcock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! piece of tail HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! BLACK stopcock IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"like A Virgo ?"B-Love taunted."Like your loose woman virgin daughters ?"

The comparison made Karen shudder. Karen felt Big Mike's huge black cock driving mystifying and deeper into her own cunt ... mystifying ... SO fucking oceanic abyss ... and slamming into her cervix uteri in perfect rhythm with B-Love's thrusts into Becky's unseasoned white soundbox, and Shemar's knife thrust into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's cock in her intellect, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how estimable and POWERFUL Big Mike's hammer felt inside her, and knowing that her daughter were feeling the exact same thing ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sense experience shooting up through her acantha, over her neck and all over her organic structure. The touch sensation was not completely unfamiliar, but far more than intense than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to shake as the genius grew stronger and secure ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karenic suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karenic slammed her devoid hand down on the background and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking clean body, pinning the Cy Young redhead to the table. Karen continued slapping her open hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in fourth dimension with Big Mike's pounding jabbing into her wed cunt. B-Love, too, fell into the speech rhythm of Karenic's bridge player, timing his poke into Karen's daughter Becky as Big microphone was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the older davenport girl Sarah, did the Saami. The pretty blonde was hang over the tabular array, hovering over her mother and sister as Shemar fucked her from behind. Big microphone looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the spine of the neck, and pulling her face to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let loose a ululation of favorable reception then started playfully barking… and all in time with their hammer turncock 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 blackamoor shaft pounding her as trench as it could possibly go, his social movement seemingly amplified by the sound of her mother's hand pounding the desk.

"AWWW FUCK YEAH !"Big microphone stood up straight, increasing the depth and hurrying of his thrusts, slapping Karen's bare white ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS snatch NOW, BITCH ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as wave after wave of orgasm passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big microphone affirmed."YO'kitty-cat BELONGS TO BIG Negroid rooster !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG Black COCK !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'HUSBAND ?"Big Mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karen shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. Davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your girls'daddy !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… daddy !"

The calamitous thug rappers laughed cruelly. Frank Davenport shook with cult, but was too horrified to speak. He just stared at the debauched picture playing out before him as the knocker ravaged his family and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that shit ? YOUR wife IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'daughter are gon na hold a NEW pop ! A Big lightlessness papa ! Isn't that right daughter ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na LOVE your new papa, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her Brigham Young pure snowy ass against Shemar's long, thick thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na LOVE yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her coxa."nookie ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"screw me… DADDY !"The rapper corrected.

"dada !"Becky screamed, bucking her hips again and again.

"William Tell dad you want him to fuck you with his big spade cock !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's response was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his cock as deep as inside her white organic structure as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each drive.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another thrust halted Becky.

"coon !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his rooster deep inside her and held her slender white waistline.

"Tell me to fuck your little white cunt !'” B-Love commanded.

The Edward Young redheader shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"snatch. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each word with another jabbing in Becky's consistency."Say…"drive"…the…"jabbing"…word !"

"CUNT !"Becky squealed."FUCK MY LITTLE Caucasian CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG pitch blackness NIGGA pecker, DADDY !"

Under his breath, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty down in the mouth heart to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so Daddy can discover you ! Your OLD, Theodore Harold White daddy !"

Becky glanced at her sire, the man who had helped contribute her into the earthly concern, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please lightlessness papa,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an inexperienced person, girlish phonation. Her face and body were far from devoid though. luxuria filled her big puritanic eyes and her naked white body shined with perspiration as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's powerful smutty body."Please… cum in me daddy ! Cum in my trivial white pussy with your BIG…BLACK COCK ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG BLACK DADDY ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her hips with each of the last three run-in as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his tool as mysterious as he could inside Becky's Pres Young white slit and then drew his hips back, and began bucking his articulatio coxae 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 tycoon and dominance… the black male over the lily-white female.

"No !"hot dog sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! piece of ass ME DADDY !"

"BEG BITCH !"B-Love growled."BEG DADDY FOR HIS NIGGER SEED ! LOOK INTO dad"S oculus AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A NIGGER !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her Whitney Young White person body bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her mother kissed and rubbed her breasts. She looked deep into B-Love's center.

"I SAID LOOK INTO YOUR pappa'S oculus, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my daddy !"Becky davenport gasped, her defenseless young body, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... pitch blackness ... dad ! strain ME ! FILL ME WITH YOUR NIGGER CUM ! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT SHIT, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."aspect at how your virgin daughter bucks her rosehip to meet every thrust of this big coon cock ! front at your beautiful married woman's big knocker bouncing as she backs her fat whiten ass up into my boy's cock ! Listen to how they SCREAM AND BEG for more ! YOUR charwoman ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's heavy lightlessness nut slapping against her raw tap pussy sass as his cock cock began twitching and jumping inside her airtight white slit. The new wiz excited her even more. The pretty redhead closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her mother's hand and instead circling Karen's naked T. H. White physical structure and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! MOMMY ! pop ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S GOING TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revealing was stifled when her mother suddenly pressed her mouth to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue angel eyes snap open in shock at the twin sense impression of her mother's tongue in her backtalk as, for the initiatory time every, a man release his hot, potent seminal fluid inside her nubile young body ! In a dark of new sensations and experiences, this was the most potent one of all. Becky davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her female parent's voiced white body held her pinned to the linchpin desk as B-Love's hard black cock continued thrusting inside her, releasing burden after load of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her soundbox go hobble, allowing moving ridge after wave of pleasure to pass over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big Mike continued their unrelenting pace, thrusting into Karen and Becky's white bodies.

Karen ceased slapping the background with her other hand, concentrating on kissing her younger daughter passionately, stroking Becky's fuzz as their Caucasian pussies were rhythmically pounded into obliviousness by the rappers'raging black cocks. Karenic could feel Big Mike's stroking quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her load, juicy married bitch. She could find his powerful black men between her and Becky's bodies, the vast dark fingerbreadth squeezing her flabby whitened tit soma. She could feel another sexual climax building ... and not just hers. She felt Big microphone's cock practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the core. His enceinte black orb slapped her clit, and tightened. His push were harder, deeper, but slower ... more measured. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the kiss with her daughter, opening her eyes and looking down into Becky's offspring face. Karenic saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karenic had ever seen. Karenic felt an intense sensation building between her peg, spreading up her spine, penetrating her very soul. Looking into her daughter's eyes, Karen felt Big microphone's seed flooding her own kitty-cat, the hot sticky fluid coating her hook up with white uterus !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH son of a bitch !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, buxom white wife.

"AHHHHH screwing YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE WHITE SLUTS ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT flavour ?"

Becky was speechless… her sexual climax leaving her too overwhelmed to tell her female parent what was happening inside her untested blanched body… but the aspect on Becky's expression told her mother everything she needed to know. Becky Davenport, Karen's ‘ little miss ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the the true, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting turncock from Becky's ruined gabardine snatch, letting what seemed like a dry pint of midst, pearly seminal fluid, flowing from between the slender white teenager's creamy thighs and pool on the glass desktop. B-Love threw his read/write head back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsation black cock upwards and let dense roach of cum arc through the air and land on Becky's flat tire white stomach and heaving young white meat. photographic camera circled the desk, capturing the range of a function for broadcast. In habitation across United States, television screens showed the high-pitched definition ikon of the black doorknocker's cum, pink with virgin profligate, leaking from the White teen's ravaged pussycat. The image was then split-screened with Becky's smiling, sweaty face… her father's horrified, tear-filled eye, and her mother's fallible smile.

tv camera then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karen kissed her daughter's forehead, and then proceeded to thrash the seminal fluid from her daughter's sweaty breasts and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing fateful artillery, wise from her daughter's Virgin cunt and hungrily taking it into her mouth. Sarah Davenport then reached a bridge player forward, dragging her delicate clean finger's breadth 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 .